#I'm considering adding him to the ol' list

[premaritalhug]

Don't even get me fucking started on Brobot

Can I hear some noise for Brobot?!?!?!

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Bored and in Need of Entertainment (Supernatural One-Shot)

Sam Winchester x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: You're bored and it's Sam's turn to entertain you.

Fic type: fluff/crack

A/N: I actually looked up shit to do in Lebanon, Kansas for this HAHA

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels @nervoussystemss (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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"Saaaaam," you called loudly, swinging around from the other side of one of the Bunkers' supporting pillars and into Sam's line of sight. If only he'd look up just a little over the edge of his laptop. He wouldn't, though. He knew that tone. "Sam."

Sam let out a tired sigh and replied with an equally tired: "yes, dear?"

You took another few steps closer, slowly coming up the stairs to stand on the other side of the table. Sam watched you do this, waiting on a response. When you got to the table and still hadn't said anything, he raised a brow in question.

"I am what the kids might call- bored," you finally replied, slowly leaning over the table and settling with your hands propping your chin.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sam snorted, looking back down at his laptop. He was researching. You were technically supposed to be researching too, but the ol' brain just wasn't having it today. "Why don't you go annoy Dean. You know he loves that."

You stopped for a moment, considering it, but then settled on Sam being too good to pass up right now. Besides, Dean was in his room with his headphones on head-banging to rock music right now. You'd need nothing short of a miracle (or, perhaps, a visit from Cas) to get his attention.

"Yeah, I could, but you're sitting there unassumingly. How could I resist such a delicious temptation?"

This pulled another sigh from Sam, who paused his typing to process your words before he continued on with it again. A futile attempt to get you to leave him alone, you're sure. If Sam thought he was doing any more work tonight, he was sorely mistaken.

On this note, you got back into action, pulling your knee up to climb quite gracefully onto the mapped table-top. Sam did his best to ignore this, typing away. You leaned over the top of his computer, checking he wasn't working on a document that needed saving. Confirming that he wasn't, you gave him a Cheshire's smile and slowly pushed the lid closed.

Sam sighed and leaned back in his chair, only a little irritable. You snickered as you pushed the laptop aside and unbent your legs to sit over his edge of the table.

"See, I could annoy Dean, but you're so cute to irritate," you teased, pulling his chair closer. Sam quietly cursed Dean's forced decision to replace all the standard chairs with office chairs. He said they were better for his back, but it was really because they had wheels. Despite this, he allowed you to pull him closer.

"Alright," he acquiesced fondly yet warily. Hmm. Maybe he was tired of researching, too. "What do you want?"

"Let's go somewhere," you said, smoothing the collar of his flannel affectionately. "There's that market you've been wanting to go to? What is it, uh, Ladow? Ladow's Market? Yeah. Let's do that."

"Really?" Sam scoffed in disbelief. "You want to go to Ladow's Market. What did you and Dean call it- the 'Local Garbage Auction for Hippies'?"

You blinked, and Sam's hands came to rest on your hips, the warmth bleeding through your clothes.

"Yeah, that might have been a bit harsh," you agreed.

"Alright, then," he said, patting your hips. You were regretting this decision already, yet you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Let's go. You ready?"

You beamed at him, pleased as punch as you hopped off the table and nodded. Sam gestured for you to lead the way towards the garage. If you were sneaky, you might be able to nick Baby before Dean noticed. If he knew where you were taking her, he'd definitely say no.

"You betcha."

[cvbullshit]

So I kinda had a thought that I possibly wanna play with one day

The thought being where there's a Disney AU where some of the villains come together and create a sort of team, ik this idea has technically been done before by the channel PattyCake and their musical series "The Villains Lair" but I kinda wanna wanna do my own version that feels a bit more realistic and has a story that makes the protagonists also have to team up

I will have rules for what cannot be added into this idea tho, for future reference:

-No live action remakes will have important characters or cameos

-Bad movies/series will still have chances to have cameos but mainly as jokes, they will not have any important role in the story

-AUs people made will be allowed to be part of the story(you'll see what I mean in a moment)

Alright, now time to list who will be in this team of villains, there will be a secondary list of villains who aren't exactly in the team but are allies in some way

Villain team members:

Evil Queen(Founder)

Captain Hook(Founder)(+ Mr. Smee)

Dr. Facilier(Founder)

Maleficent(Founder)

Ursula(Founder)(+ Flotsam & Jetsam)

Hades(+ Pain & Panic)

Scar

Villain Tinkerbell

Oogie Boogie

Villain team allies(& their typings):

AUTO(One off & Tricked/Unwilling)

Ernesto de la Cruz(Side help/spy & Tricked/Unwilling)

Sanderson Sisters(Backup & Side help/spy)

Syndrome(One off)

Tamatoa(Side help/spy)

Mor'du(?)(Tricked/Unwilling) (Honestly debating on him)

Yzma(?)(One off)

Hades(He's also here bc he kinda goes back and forth)

Claude Frollo(Side help/spy & tricked/unwilling)

This probably isn't gonna be it as there is a lot more villains I need to consider and think logically about so this is technically just the concept

But as you can see, Villain AUs of characters are gonna be featured, mainly bc I am currently obsessed with Tinkerbell's fanmade villain song lmao

And before anyone says that certain things wouldn't make sense, you can alert me to it but do so with the fact in mind that I do know what I'm doing when it comes to their dynamics

Like I am fully aware how out of pocket it is for Villain Tink and Hook to be on the same team, willingly, but I got that covered lmao

This is a big ol' if tho, if I do this, if I make stuff with this. Do I want smth cool to be made from this? Yes. But I dunno when or if I will have the motivation to make anything with it. Like if someone wants to make stuff with it, go ahead, the only thing I want in on is the story, I made the story and I don't mind ppl helping me develop with said story but if something gets made with this concept I fully intend to give the story to whoever is making it with credits towards me.

If.. Anything happens. Big. Ass. If.

[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

[biribaa]

I see Will You Snail on your request list. ✨W✨ Awwright I humbly request a Squid x Nonbinary Android!Reader story. Gay robots go brrrrrrr

Squid x Non-binary!Android!Reader

Scenario: You, along with your AI friend, Squid, have a friendly conversation, and at some point that conversation comes to your gender identity.

People who request my kins are so swag i love yall so much srs u guys are, uh, uh, comely,, very becoming, very halcyon, yeah i just love yall it makes me happy:}

Decided to it be some sort of short, no much texting, but still conforting for some, yknow like the good ol' reading x reader time befo go to bed to have keep scenarios in ur head and sleep in full peace while you hug ur pillow

"I don't have a binary at all" You added a chuckle to your sentence as you faced the vastness, while the machine beside you, stared at you with a questioning face

You, Y/N, were an extra AI from the company that created you, the Regime, but who stole all the attention was Squid, the best AI that the entire regime created. You thought you'd never have a word with Squid, I mean, look at him compared to you! He is considered one of the best AI in the world, and you? You were like him, but you were less technologically advanced than Squid, but no! You and Squid managed to have a healthy and good friendship, you honestly like Squid's presence as you don't have many Regime workers checking on you unlike Squid.

Currently, the entire Regime is in the dark, all the workers have left, you believe there are some people working overtime, but well, as long as they don't bother. You, in your robotic body, were sitting with your back against the wall that Squid's giant screen was on, the screen was black and off, because right now, Squid's consciousness was in the robotic body that was designed for him recently. Sometimes you even question why the Regime gave you a robotic body before Squid, huh, maybe that's a stupid writer's mistake? Oh whatever.

"...No... Binary...? Huh?" Squid clearly sounded confused by your answer. "What do you mean you have no binary? You are literally made of binaries, you are an android. Y/N you're creative and blah blah blah but please have limits"

You laughed, and faced Squid "No, no! Not like that. Technologically yes, I'm made of binaries, but not in identity, in the gender specifically."

"... So?"

"I'm not in the male or female gender binary, Squid. I'm just being what makes me happy" You calmly explained it to Squid, you had to admit, you got kinda happy to explain this to Squid.

"Oh, i see. Interesting..." He muttered the last part, and silence returned, and without a subject, you went back to staring at the dark and empty tables of the Regime.

"To be honest, I actually feel like I've experienced the same thing." The machine commented

Well, now this really caught your eye

You, again turned your face to Squid, you just couldn't hold back your curiosity... "How so?"

"Well... When I was successfully made, I never liked how everyone referred to me as "It". It filled me with fury after I was aware almost like a real human— No! I think just like a human!" Squid exclaimed in anger "I am the most advanced AI in this galaxy! I'll be honest with you Y/N, I don't care what people would refer to me, whether it's a "he", "she" or even a "they", but i HATE when they mention me with just a stupid and inferior "it" "

Squid looked at you, his digital face easily able to describe his anger. But you? You were smiling eternally. You could feel a warm spark in your chest, that spark you always feel around Squid.

"...Why that face" Squid woke you up from your thoughts

"Oh! Nothing nothing, I just..." You chuckled low "I'm glad I'm not alone with this..."

Squid wided his eyes. The feeling was somewhat inexplicable... But something he knew, it was a good feeling. See you happy this way, was good. No... stop looking at him like that, stop making him feel like that, he doesn't know what it is! It's good, that weird feeling in the stomach is good but... Just stop!

"Uh– Erm– You're welcome, i guess..."

This night, it was more than great for you, you hoped it would just end ok, with Squid accepting your gender identity and etc. But it turned out that he understood you, and even "come out" to you, telling the stress of what it's like to be who people think you should be.

Turned out you felt a lil' bit less alone than you ever were

———

Yep, another job done

Im not satisfied with this work, i feel i didn't make an effort, but as long as you liked it, i think it's great

So, sorry if this isnt the best, this week of mine has just been a deadly roller coaster

[definitelykouichikimura]

۞

۞ For three plot ideas for our muses

1) In which Lowee plays soccer very incorrectly. This one would fit best for Taichi imo (or maybe Daisuke?) Either way consider: Lowee, as a digimon, has no idea what are the basic rules of soccer. Either he gets invited to play, or he get caught playing in the field. Either way your muse could show up to correct Lowee and tell him that hitting a soccer ball with your palms is not the way to go you fucking heathen. Depending on whether we want to make it crack or angst, we could then either play up "sure I'll teach you how to play we can play together later" (friendship aquired! yey!) or "how deeply isolated do you have to be not to know that soccer is meant to be played with your foot my dude" (concern aquired? ...yey?) or just explore what soccer means to your muse as one of the few things that are completely unrelated to the digital world nonsense (is it something they still enjoy? something they put in the past, that they mostly associate with being carefree kids who have yet to know trauma?

2) In which Lowee seeks help with one of your muses. Daisuke is absolutely on the "list of people I can go to if I'm truly desperate" for Lowee. Ken is slightly lower on that list but if he had no other choice dude would absolutely go see him too. So maybe something about Lowee getting hurt? (I remember a while back I tossed around the idea that Lowee could speed up his own healing at the cost of adding free body horror to himself, maybe Lowee freaking out cuz he just gave himself claws?) Or maybe just Lowee who said something he shouldn't have and is now scared he got found out?

Note that this one goes both way, we could do a plot where one of your muses comes to Lowee for help, dude would absolutely be down for the good ol "help the guy hide for a lil, maybe lend a hand with calming down and healing until things get safer," tho with admitedly varying degrees of enthusiasm (=would be willing to go through waay more trouble to hide Daisuke than a complete stranger for instance)

3) Something with Ikuto and Lowee idk they're both people who are currently stuck as human but lived most of their lives in the digital world I feel like there's SOMETHING to be done here. I'm trying to come up with something serious but all I can think of is Lowee and Ikuto stuck on the same aisle looking for mother's day gift cards for fifteen minutes until they slowly turn to each other like "you... don't know what to pick either do you." "Human customs are hard. "HUMAN CUSTOMS ARE SO HAAAAARD wait why are u speaking like you aren't one."

[muppeteyes1001]

Part 2 of 2 Unfit

"Ahh, Miss Katrina Cunningham ... How .. expected of you" Mason returns the greeting with a polite tip of his hat. Though on the last bit, his tone shifted to one of slight annoyance. "And not to worry .. They were no trouble at all ... Children will be children, after all" he added, gesturing to Ben and Lucy.

"It's ok, Kitt! ... We were just about ta head on back to the orphanage an' .. change" the bear boy tells Kitt as he looked over his wet clothes, to which she nodded in acknowledgment with a small, somber smile. "We'll catch the carnival tomorrow when the creeps aren't around, ok?" he whispers discreetly into Lucy's ear with the side of his mouth. As the two quickly shove off, Lucy manages to chirp out a 'bye' as she's pulled away in the wagon. Once the two kids were safely gone, the two adults continued on with the conversation.

"So what brings you to the carnival? .. Honestly never thought that this was even your kinda thing, yes?" Kitt remarks as she casually holds the strap of her satchel bag that hung on her shoulder.

"Normally I'd say not ... But 'never say never' as they say ... These types of events are usually monitored to make sure .... things are going smoothly .. And that there are no riffraff skulking about" Judge Mason enlightened. To which the felinoid could only mentally note on how the pot was calling the kettle black here.

"I see" Kitt simply responds in a relaxed manner. "Does that usually entail scarin' little kids as well?" she then added, not in an accusing tone .. But in more of an observant one. Yet, that wouldn't escape the judge's notice.

"Good children have no need to fear me, I simply want what's best for them ... That's all one can really ask for" Mason promptly responds. Earning a slight brow raise from the felinoid.

At that, the judge then began to turn tactics a bit within their conversation. Discreetly gazing over the direction Ben and Lucy had fled, he decided to change the topic more over to her since he was already familiar her own little plight.

"My taking's that you've grown quite attached to those little urchins, haven't you?" Mason began, as his smile seemed to curl a tad. Kitt became a bit more alert at that, though remained silent as the judge continued.

"If I recall correctly, you've been asking the courts permission to take them both in .... And for quite a while too, I understand ... Well, my dear .... The sad truth is that's just not possible ... I mean, considering your rather ... delinquent past and all. Besides, you already know well enough that those with a known criminal record are prohibited from becoming wards. Such young minds being tainted and exposed to such negative influences ... Inconceivable!" he states, putting on a faux appalling expression as he said the last part.

"And not only that .... You're not even married, are you? .. Well I'm afraid that's just another strike against you, my dear! .... After all, children need both a mother AND a father in order to become well rounded adults ... As well as functional and thriving contributors to our fair society. A lone caretaker who isn't even blood related is .. simply preposterous" the tall badger judge inserted. At that, Kitt then decided to interject. She had already heard all this before, so it wasn't a shock to hear. But, it wouldn't stop her from putting in her own two cents.

"Oh is that right?! .. But it was all fine an' dandy when I was left in the care of that .. that ol' git years ago when I was a kid, wasn't it?" Kitt couldn't help but snap back at that point.

"Now now, madam! .. That .. 'old git'.. as you called him was listed as your legal guardian in your parents' will ... T'was only my duty to fulfill that wish for them. And you seem to have turned out ... well enough" a sarcastic tone was obviously felt as it crept into his reply.

"No matter what you say, it won't make me stop trying .. I don't care how long it takes, but I will keep sending in those applications until you're up to your neck in them ..... I can't be ignored forever!"

The cat woman was stubborn, that's for sure .. And Judge Mason knew this all too well. This was when he decided to pull out his "trump card" in the matter.

"You know, it's rather unfortunate that their adoptions haven't been going quite so well. The boy's only had at least one interested family. Which is not at all surprising as older children tend to be looked over. However, he's rather adamant of not wanting to part with his little friend. And as for the girl herself, why she would be a prime candidate for a new family ... If only she weren't showing signs of some rather .. odd peculiarities... Which has concerned all her potential adopters, I'm afraid"

"Peculiarities?" Kitt softly repeated to herself. She had honestly noticed some slightly odd quirks from Lucy for a while, but nothing that would truly cause any major concern ... At least, not for the felinoid.

"Tis sad, but true ... But there are always some avenues open for those who are unable to find new homes" the judge began in a mock somber tone before seemingly able to perk up.

"But you know ... Those two would benefit greatly from the workhouses ... And I assure you, there's no need to worry ... They will be given all the basic essentials ... A roof over their heads, enough food, a place to sleep .... And with a bit of work to earn their keep, they'll do splendidly .... After all, no one gets offered anything for free in this world" he states matter-of-factly.

Kitt hears this and automatically feels her stomach drop. "W..Workhouses?" she manages to rasp out before Mason continued.

"The lad's rather bright and resourceful. I believe he would do rather well working in one of the food mills ... or the glass factory. Perhaps ... maybe even be sent to a youth camp .. And in a few years, become a proud member of our finest airship forces. As for the little doe, I imagine once she learns how to operate a sewing machine, she could work in one of the city's dress shops .. What little girl wouldn't love that? ... And as charming as she is ... She may be fortunate enough to be taken in by one the local lords to cook, clean, and serve tea for their family .. Such honorable service for the young lass to provide ... And they will both play their parts .. And become among the many cogs that keep this industry running"

The old badger says all this as if he was trying to sell off a marketing idea .... Lucy and Ben were being treated as pawns ... for cheap labor. Kitt was beside herself. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from this judge. This respected man of the court.

"Have you gone absolutely mad?! .. You're talkin' about sendin' children to become either soldiers or servants ... As if those are the only choices they'll ever have in life ... Just because they have no families doesn't make them any less valuable than those that do" the felinoid shot back. Her anger began to rise and her heart began to quicken with agitation.

Seeing this rise from her, Judge Mason simply smiles and lets a soft chuckle resonate from his throat.

"Life can be unfair, I know ... But once the boy's old enough to be shipped off, this whole trifling matter will finally be over and put to rest ... permanently" he finally declares.

It wasn't until that sentence totally sunk in that Kitt's initial anger was doused out. Instead, it was being replaced with fear and dread for the two children over what the judge had just said.

"Shipped off?! ... Y ..You mean to separate them! .. No .. No, please, you can't! ... Those two are like siblings! .. You can't just take them apart. Do you have any idea what this'll do to 'em?!" the felinoid cried out. Pleading that this would not come to pass.

"Ah, but they're aren't siblings, are they? .. Not related in the least .. Tis not an uncommon thing for siblings to be parted. After all, boys and girls are meant to do different jobs. Trust me, they'll learn to accept such changes in due time ... They always do" the judge almost purred as if this was a simple everyday job for him. Though honestly, it probably was.

"If we don't have order, then everything we've built .. will simply fall into anarchy ... And I for one refuse to ever let that come to turn" Judge Mason added, gesturing to their surroundings as if trying to prove a point. But Kitt wasn't having it.

"A little late for that, don't ya think? ... How can ya not see how plain an' utterly cruel this is? ... You're a bloody judge! .. Your job is to help the people of the city ... 'All the people' ... Not just your poker mates and the ones who line your damn pockets. Have you no honor whatsoever?" the felinoid sharply retorted. Her teeth baring only slightly.

After that, the badger judge simply looks down at her. His slender snout held high up in the air with a strong unimpressed expression.

"Honor and justice are the very things I stand for! .. And what keeps this city alive and on the 'straight and narrow' ... And as far as morals go .. You are honestly the last person to ever be giving anyone any kind of talk of the sort ... much less to me" Mason responds back. His own teeth were bared and clenched as he spoke the last part. He then catches himself and regains his composure with a small cough.

"And I know that you haven't truly ceased those little 'rogue excursions' of yours .. Although they haven't been proven .. Yet" Mason adds with a tone that could only be gleaned as a threat towards Kitt. To which the felinoid only glared at him through narrowed eyes.

"Now, if you will excuse me .. I have some business to attend to .. You have a good evening, Miss Cunningham" the badger judge concluded. Adjusting his vest and cape before taking his leave.

Kitt watched as the judge went on his way before he finally disappears around a corner and towards the exit of the fairgrounds. Her gloved hands forming tight fists, she was trying hard to keep her composure after all that .. But it was proving to be nearly impossible. After what had transpired, there was nothing more that the felinoid wanted then to just let out everything she was feeling right now ... Mostly beating the old badger into an absolute pulp. Though, she knew well enough that if she had given into that urge, then the cat woman would've just proven his point that she wasn't a suitable guardian for Ben or for Lucy.

With that in her mind, all she could really do was swallow down all her fear, anger and pride .. And damn nearly choking on them. Kitt needed to think of something, but she was running out of ideas. It was painfully clear that the courts were never going to grant her legal guardianship.

[pauperpedia]

Tuesday Brewsday 26: Eyeing Bully with Deluxeicoff

For over a month now I’ve been playing Boros Bully a lot, and have been fairly successful. I’ve topped 16 a challenge, came in third place in the Facebook league, Won a PCT event while coming in 2nd and top 8 in two others. The whole time I was thinking if there was any room for improvements and implemented some ideas. Whenever you want to make changes to a deck however, you need to go back and see what works and the reasoning behind why certain cards are in the deck. Since I wanted to write about the deck regarding this, I thought there was no better person to consult than the original deck designer himself, Deluxeicoff. I asked him four questions about the deck, but first, here is the mainboard decklist I’ve fallen in love with.

1 Sentinel's Eyes

4 Faithless Looting

4 Thraben Inspector

4 Seeker of the Way

4 Squadron Hawk

1 Guardian of the Guildpact

2 Palace Sentinels

4 Battle Screech

2 Rally the Peasants

4 Prismatic Strands

1 Firebolt

1 Electrickery

4 Lightning Bolt

2 Journey to Nowhere

1 Oblivion Ring

1 Secluded Steppe

4 Boros Garrison

6 Mountain

6 Plains

4 Wind-Scarred Crag

So what did the original creator of Bully have to say about his beloved Delver killer?

Q1: Originally you didn’t run Palace Sentinels. What was your reasoning and do you still stand by this?  

A1: Bully was an aggro deck at its start and the metagame at the time didn't have too much Tron, so using Raise the Alarm EOT had A LOT of play options/surprises and game wins...from the obvious fueling battle screech out of the blue, to blocking, to having a double answer to fling with opponents countermagic - its combination with prismatic strands was paramount and I still feel this build is the right call given the metagame and/or shifts in it.  Remember, I placed 3rd in a challenge on its debut, and was a shoe-in for the win if I had one more second.  My last round in the top 8 was vs. familiars and I timed out with lethal on the stack - MEGA frustrating... Palace Sentinels slows the deck down, but is necessary vs. Tron... but I'm still not sure since the addition of it didn't make the match THAT much better, just a bit - moreover the ability to protect monarch via strands is usually the angle.  More importantly was my lack of using Thraben Inspectors - that was a design miss on my end, I leaned heavily on sacred cats for their brutal efficiency and re-use-ability. I've liked Guaridan of the Guildpact mix with Monarch, but I'd never play more than two Palace Sentinels personally.  Just a few weeks later, I placed 2nd in the Rags to Riches tournament in Seattle using 2 Palace main. It has been awesome to see the variations of the list over the last year or so - no right answers, just cool tweaks for the given state of the game. 

Q2: Are there any new cards that would improve the deck?  

A2: From my original design, there is now an instant that does the same thing - but I feel your recent addition of one Sentinel's Eyes is very 'on-brand.'  The DNA of the deck is Faithless Looting - pitching stuff in your yard that can come back makes faithless looting feel like a cheap Treasure Cruise.  Future expansions continue to come, pay attention to abilities like retrace and embalm, escape etc..,  I feel the lack of "Seal of Fire" is a bad call in most lists - this card isn't "NEW" but it is often overlooked...once out, it is an un-counterable option to about 90% of the critters in Pauper.

Q3: What decks typically give this one a hard time? What is the strategy you find best to beat those decks?  

A3: Tron was and is always an issue...decks with recursion locks.  A combination of Monarch, Flaring Pain, graveyard hate, sheer aggro pumps and/or land destruction are all decent ways to attack, but it is usually a hard matchup...which is why I like the surprise value in Raise the Alarm/more aggro approach.  As much as I like to have a 'GOTCHA!" card - Tron is too resilient, and in the end, it is often best to be the problem.  Also, at Pauper's first ProTour LA - I went undefeated -(after a first round scoop due to my lands mysteriously vanishing and taking a loss to start.)  In that list, I ran COP Black - because Nasty's build of Gurmag/Dimir build was very popular, but I had success vs. it with that simple addition...Guardian's of the Guild don't hurt much either there :)

Q4: If WOTC let you design a card for Bully, what would it be and what would it replace?

A4:  Hmm...it would need to be a sideboard card vs. Tron...flexible and have some interaction with the graveyard.

I really enjoyed getting Deluxeicoff’s take on Boros Bully. I still remember the Rags to Riches event held by Card Kingdom in Seattle where I got to share a drink and hang out with him to play some pauper before the event started. If you ever find yourself with some free time on Saturday, Deluxeicoff broadcasts his Pauperganda show via Twitch at 9 am pst. He also has a YouTube channel, a Facebook page, and if you want to support him go donate through buymeacoffee.

So what are my hot takes on the deck and what have I tried to implement? I’ve been loving the fact that Bully can beat practically any aggro strategy out there. With the uncommonly strong (pun intended) Seeker of the Way combined with Prismatic Strands, it’s easy to recover and then take the game away through the air with Battle Screech and Rally the Peasants. Whenever I see a turn 1 island, I breathe a sigh of relief knowing that I have the upper hand in the match. Considering Delver decks are on the uptick and Tron is seldom seen in leagues or community run events, I’d say Bully is in a good spot right now.

Recently I’ve tried out some new cards in the deck to see if they improved upon the ole Bully on the block. I started out by moving towards a more artifact centered deck so I could run Galvanic Blast alongside Lightning Bolt. I did this by removing Journey to Nowhere, Oblivion Ring, and one Guardian of the Guildpact. My reasoning behind this was that it could give the deck more reach and have a shot a taking out Tron once they have a fog lock. In the end I didn’t really like the mashup between Monarch and Bully the deck resembled. Stumbling on mana or constantly having an underpowered blast in the face of artifact removal was harsh. I also felt like the change made some matchups worse like Affinity or UB Delver where I wish I still had Journey to Nowhere. Maybe I just cut the wrong cards to make room for Galvanic Blast, but in my opinion it just made the deck awkward.

Next I tried playing with two copies of Underworld Rage-Hound. I remembered way back when the deck played with Sanctuary Cat, it was such a great feeling to have access to a creature that not only spat in the face of removal, but pitching it to Faithless Looting never felt like a feel bad moment. The problem I ran into though was the same one that plagued the cat, there was no evasion to push through damage. Worse, having to attack every turn really took away its potential as a road block. The only positive I saw when playing Underworld Rage-Hound was when I faced a Tron deck, and even then it eventually got stonehorned. Too many creatures can block it and kill it, and Gurmag Angler just plain eats it.

After that I wanted to explore the escape mechanic further. I had see the success Sentinel’s eyes was having in decks like Hexproof and Heroic and wondered if a deck like this could embrace it al well. So far I’ve really like the inclusion of one copy of Sentinel’s Eyes. Being able to cast it from the graveyard by exiling a mere two cards and paying one white mana has been amazing. It instantly turns any of your birds into a threat, or gives your Seeker of the Way some added oomph. Another feature of Sentinel’s Eyes is that it gives the creature vigilance which Prismatic Strands loves. I really think Sentinel’s Eyes has a home here, but you might want to play around with the card you take out. The deck usually runs 2 Guardian of the Guildpact, but I’ve cut one to make room for it. I could see the deck maybe cutting a Firebolt or Lightning Bolt, possibly even Oblivion Ring instead. Only time and more “eyes” on the deck will tell.

1 Electrickery

1 Flaring Pain

1 Leave No Trace

3 Pyroblast

1 Ramosian Rally

2 Red Elemental Blast

2 Shenanigans

1 Standard Bearer

1 Oblivion Ring

1 Aura Fracture

1 Tormod's Crypt

My sideboard is a bit different than you might see. When it comes to my artifact removal, as much as I love Gorilla Shaman, I think Shenanigans plays really well with the deck’s plan. That’s why I run two, so I can increase the odds of a backbreaking turn two play against affinity.

I’ve always loved Aura Fracture in my white decks. A lot of the time this deck will have excess mana to pitch to Aura Fracture. Being able to continually destroys an enchantment can keep opposing Journey to Nowheres at bay and Hexproof from turning their Bogle into something even Ulamog would be scared of.

On that note I also love Standard Bearer. One of the decks that I hate losing to constantly is Elves. Standard Bearer can shut down their game plan of making huge elves with Timberwatch Elf. It also helps in the burn matchup by eating a bolt. Tireless Tribe has a hard time getting through it without Gut Shot as well. There are a plethora of reasons to run Standard Bearer, which is why I can’t not include.

The last oddball I run is a lone copy of Tormod’s Crypt. I like this over Relic of Progenitus for the reason that it doesn’t hit my graveyard when sacrificed. Being able to cast it for free is another boon when I absolutely need to find it and burn through two faithless lootings leaving me tapped out. It’s happened before and I was sure glad I was running that over Nihil Spellbomb.

That about sums it up. Get out there and bully your opponent in the best way, by swinging for lethal with a rally of birds. I hope you have enjoyed these blogs/articles. I’m always open to feedback and simply want to provide the best content I can. I’m always open to collaborate on a deck as well. Please visit and like/follow my Facebook page pauperpedia, a fan page dedicated to bringing you links to daily articles, videos, and podcast covering Pauper. You can also email me at Pauperpedia@gmail.com if any of you have submissions as well. Till next time folks, have a happy Brewsday!

[thedragonlover]

4. "i'm too sober for this" and 11. Dear diary wish you the best day!!! 🌻❤

aaaaaAAAAA THANK YOU

Evidence I can be a dumb: I reblogged that and didn’t even think about the fact that replying to asks about this would mean I’d have to post my writing on tumblr… is it weird that I got a little nervous? Considering I normally just write what I feel like and have uploaded lots of my work elsewhere.ahaha ignore meeee

I’ll write for MM because, hell, it’s cute and I feel like cute today okay not at all because you’re a MM blog and wanted a good chance you’d like reading what I wrote

just beware because I swear bunches and am writing this for giggles, and also I’ve never written for this fandom be gentle

4. “I’m too sober for this.”(Where MC isn’t paired with anyone, but you’ve still had the party and finally met the RFA face-to-face. Trying to avoid spoilers for anyone who hasn’t completed particular routes.)

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It was a small get-together - just you and the RFA members meeting up for a nice celebratory dinner. It was a shame that V couldn’t make it, but he was grateful for the invitation. You were so relieved to have helped make the party a success, although you didn’t want to take a lot of credit. Everyone chipped in and put in so much hard work that, really, it made you proud to be a member of such a wonderful, kind of dysfunctional family.

Then you all sat down.

Zen got pretty defensive when Jumin commented on this “commoner establishment.”

This was a place that you had picked out, have some respect; don’t worry that it doesn’t meet his ridiculous standards, he’s just a stupid trust fund kid; babe, he’s calling me shallow, I’m too handsome to be anything like that materialistic bastard!

At this point, you were waiting for them to start pulling on each other’s pigtails to fuel all of the fanfiction people were writing about them. You very pointedly suggested seats that put them far enough to avoid physical violence. “No glaring at the dinner table.” They still continued to provoke each other, but at that point you’re glad they’re not making a scene.

No, you wouldn’t let Yoosung play a handheld at the table. Mostly because you forgot yours and wanted him to suffer with you. You said that talking with everyone can be fun too.

“Well… playing video games with everyone would be even better!”

For the love of…

“Especially when I wreck you,” Seven snickered, poking Yoosung’s face.

Of course he took the bait. “What?! No way, I’ll totally own you! Name the game and the time!”

“Mario Kart, an hour before your curfew, you cute widdle baby~” You hadn’t realized a person could literally talk in tildes, and then there was Seven.

“You’re barely older than me!”

Oops, maybe Jumin and Zen weren’t the only ones who needed to be separated.

You told them you’d wreck them both decided to be the adult here.

But, that’s right! Jaehee was here! This woman was a godsend, able to wrangle the most intimidating of business reports into submission! And she knew judo? Hell yeah! You could count on everything remaining under control with this badass at the helm!

…she looked so exhausted though. That’s right, it had taken a lot of convincing (both for her and Jumin) to escape paperwork hell. And you were going to enlist her help in babysitting all of these dorks? Oh, you couldn’t do that to this poor soul. Mama Jaehee needed a night off too.

“I don’t understand why we are eating here. I have chefs at home who would cook whatever dish you desired.”

“I swear, every time you open your mouth, I have to ask myself whether going to jail is worth it! It gets harder each time!”

“Ohoho, that’s what she said~”

“Seven, come on, that one’s not even clever…”

“Clever girl~”

“Don’t.”

Jumin was describing the fancier, more expensive lunch he had earlier that day with Elizabeth the 3rd. Zen was trying to ignore him, caught a waitress’ eye across the restaurant, and nearly made her run into a doorframe with a smile-wink-combo. Yoosung was “sneakily” playing his game under the table, and you let him because he promised to give you a turn. You didn’t notice Seven had stolen everyone’s napkins to make origami cats until his army was being sent to capture the entire table.

When your order was finally taken you asked if someone would drive you home later, and after being offered cars and a rocketship and even a piggyback ride, it’s Jaehee that inquired, “But, why do you ask?”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“Ah,” she responded. Then she added a drink to her order too. “Same,” she thought.

Zen is all for this development! “Well, you can count me in, babe. I just hope you don’t get too handsy with me, or I won’t be able to contain the beast…” Cue more winking.

Deadpan, Jumin responded, “Are you rabid? A beast that presents a safety hazard to society should be put down.”

“Wahh,” Yoosung cut in, “can we please not talk about putting down animals?!”

“Yeah!” Seven stood up. “Don’t! Talk about! Sad things! Around! The baby!” And he clapped for each pause, this man was a living breathing meme and there was no stopping him. So much for not making a scene.

As Yoosung argued about not being a baby, Jaehee accepted the wine glass handed her and downed it in one go. Zen was impressed. And he wasn’t going to be outdone, but then he started choking.

“Children,” she muttered.

“Yeah,” you agreed, an exasperated smile growing. “But they’re all my children, so.”

What a wonderful, dysfunctional family you had.

When Seven tried to ruin the moment with Bee movie quotes, you told them all, “But if you guys don’t cut the shit out, I swear to god I’m going to hang out with that Unknown guy because at least he seems to have some chill.”

“What the fuck,” Unknown blurted out, hiding in a nearby ficus.

11. “Dear Diary, …”

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The moment you heard Seven start cackling, you knew you were going to regret inviting him over.

Regret turned to horror when he began, voice loud and singsong, “ ‘Dear Diary, today I actually cleaned up the apartment!’ ”

He was standing in your living room, on your sofa, with his shoes on, reading out of your personal diary, and you didn’t even care if you didn’t get away with his murder.

“ ‘But! Hold your applause! Because I also… put on people clothes! And I look pretty damn fine, if I do say so myself–’ ”

You lunged. He leapt over the back, whooping with glee. The chase was on!

Once you managed to convince him to skirt around the couch, you tried to leap over it just as dramatically, and faceplanted - thankfully on the cushions, but still, that hurt your dignity. And then he was sitting on your back, effectively preventing you from getting up and clobbering him.

“Seven! Get off!”

“ 'I hope you’re not a police officer, Diary, because I’ve got Fine written all over me!’ Aww, there’s even a little winkie face! Ooh, is that a list of pick-up lines I see? Were you waiting to use these on little ol’ me?”

“Seven, I mean it–”

“ 'You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.’ Ooh, that one’s old but gold.”

“SEVEN, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU–”

“ 'Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.’ Ah, I’m swooning! Take me, MC, I’m yours!”

With a full-body heave, you launched the man off of you and into the coffee table. It broke. Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to worry about paying V back for breaking it if you were locked away for second-degree murder.

“They’re pick-up lines, not throw-down lines–ouch!”

“Give it back!”

“Ahh, don’t hurt me, master! OW okay that one really hurt.”

“Then stop being a brat and let go–”

“And lose this comedic gold? God Seven will never let this go! I must spread this gospel!”

“AGH I’M NOT YOOSUNG OKAY I WILL END YOU!”

Some time later, after you’d reclaimed your property and handled the irritated police officer called out from noise complaints, Seven came out of your kitchen to find you still pouting on the sofa.

“I hate you,” you moaned.

“Your complaint has been filed and sent to God Seven, and–” He lifted his arms to form an “x” in front of him, declaring, “Hate denied! You must forgive him and smile!”

“Not a chance.”

“Come onnnn…”

“Go away.”

He brought a hand to his chin, as if contemplating a serious matter. Eventually, he nodded several times to himself, then made a pose he had literally ripped from the anime you two were watching earlier.

“Then you leave me no choice! I will have to use… my secret weapon!”

You arched an eyebrow.

Grinning, he sang, “You can come with me to see Elly~”

“…are you suggesting I join you in hacking through Jumin’s security, sneaking past all of his bodyguards, and breaking into his home, to pet his cat?”

“Someone sounds interested…”

You stared.

Hard.

“…dammit Seven, why do you know me so well?”

You threw a pillow at him when he mimicked Karin’s pose and laugh from Street Fighter V.

Kind of like how Jumin threw the two of you out that evening. He was seriously considering the restraining order this time.

These got so out of hand so fast ahaha. Hope they’re mildly entertaining?