#Like play figh but is still a play

[nelkcats]

A cold era is hitting Central City, the main suspect is Captain Cold, but no matter how many times Flash question him, Leonard gives Barry a pout and shows him the cookies he was baking, apparently he's going through a baking stage.

However, the speedster is not going to be fooled because everywhere where it's frozen there is a mirror or a reflective thing, so it must be Captain Cold and Mirror Master, he is sure.

On the other hand, ever since he moved to Central City to finish college (¡Their aerospace program is amazing!) Danny has been having trouble controlling his ice powers, causing blizzards or even freezing buildings by mistake.

Clockwork tells him that it's nothing medical and it's just him instinctively fighting with the speedforce because of their near presence, but ¿what is a speedforce? ¿Would it hurt Clocky to stop being so cryptic once in a while?

[princemick]

not to toot my own horn n all but this is hot

[sayruq]

A new investigation by +972 Magazine and Local Call reveals that the Israeli army has developed an artificial intelligence-based program known as “Lavender,” unveiled here for the first time. According to six Israeli intelligence officers, who have all served in the army during the current war on the Gaza Strip and had first-hand involvement with the use of AI to generate targets for assassination, Lavender has played a central role in the unprecedented bombing of Palestinians, especially during the early stages of the war. In fact, according to the sources, its influence on the military���s operations was such that they essentially treated the outputs of the AI machine “as if it were a human decision.”

During the early stages of the war, the army gave sweeping approval for officers to adopt Lavender’s kill lists, with no requirement to thoroughly check why the machine made those choices or to examine the raw intelligence data on which they were based. One source stated that human personnel often served only as a “rubber stamp” for the machine’s decisions, adding that, normally, they would personally devote only about “20 seconds” to each target before authorizing a bombing — just to make sure the Lavender-marked target is male. This was despite knowing that the system makes what are regarded as “errors” in approximately 10 percent of cases, and is known to occasionally mark individuals who have merely a loose connection to militant groups, or no connection at all. Moreover, the Israeli army systematically attacked the targeted individuals while they were in their homes — usually at night while their whole families were present — rather than during the course of military activity. According to the sources, this was because, from what they regarded as an intelligence standpoint, it was easier to locate the individuals in their private houses. Additional automated systems, including one called “Where’s Daddy?” also revealed here for the first time, were used specifically to track the targeted individuals and carry out bombings when they had entered their family’s residences.

The Lavender machine joins another AI system, “The Gospel,” about which information was revealed in a previous investigation by +972 and Local Call in November 2023, as well as in the Israeli military’s own publications. A fundamental difference between the two systems is in the definition of the target: whereas The Gospel marks buildings and structures that the army claims militants operate from, Lavender marks people — and puts them on a kill list. In addition, according to the sources, when it came to targeting alleged junior militants marked by Lavender, the army preferred to only use unguided missiles, commonly known as “dumb” bombs (in contrast to “smart” precision bombs), which can destroy entire buildings on top of their occupants and cause significant casualties. “You don’t want to waste expensive bombs on unimportant people — it’s very expensive for the country and there’s a shortage [of those bombs],” said C., one of the intelligence officers. Another source said that they had personally authorized the bombing of “hundreds” of private homes of alleged junior operatives marked by Lavender, with many of these attacks killing civilians and entire families as “collateral damage.”

Remember, the Israeli occupation government considers all men over the age of 16 to be Hamas operatives hence why they've claimed to have killed over 9,000 of them (which matches the number of Palestinian men killed according to the Ministry of Health). So, when the article speaks of 'low level' or 'high level militants' they're likely speaking of civilians.

If Israel knew who Hamas fighters are, Oct 7th wouldn't have caught them off guard and they wouldn't still be fighting the Palestinian resistance every single day.

[starryjkoo]

I've seen some people bringing up hickeygate for some reason so in the spirit of AYS?! release week, I’d like to talk about why I love hickeygate.

To begin with, I feel like a lot of people don’t understand that what makes hickeygate so funny isn’t even necessarily the hickey. Or rather, there’s too much focus on only the hickey when the whole thing is just hilarious and weird.

Like, apparently Jikook get drunk (alone) together and JK lifts Jimin bridal style, spins him around, and refuses to set him down even when Jimin gets super dizzy. And apparently Jimin’s drunken method of getting JK to set him down is to “bite” him on the neck in such a way that leaves a mark that looks exactly like a hickey. That’s weird! Every part of that is weird!

And what’s also kind of funny to me is that I think they told the story because imo in their eyes it really was all very innocent “see, we weren’t doing anything weird or wrong!” almost, defensive, if you will. Because technically, they weren’t doing anything inappropriate, they were just defending themselves/explaining the totally non-weird mark Jimin left on JKs neck. It wasn’t really a “hickey”, they have nothing to hide, they were just playing around, nothing untoward happened.

But I think it’s funny because imho it at the very least implies that Jikook have some weird-ass boundaries/behaviors, that they might be so deep into their strange dynamic, so used to and desensitized to it, that they don’t even recognize when they’re being weird af. Because, regardless, this situation is still ????

Most people don’t drunkenly spin their friends around bridal style and refuse to set them down and have hickeys bit (sucked??) onto their neck in response. I mean, maybe some do, but I definitely don’t think it’s the norm (and Jin’s & TH’s responses are hilarious). And certainly most people would realize that leaving what looks like a hickey on your friends neck is going to be perceived a certain way regardless of what story you tell or how it came about, and would maybe cover it up to save themselves the embarrassment if they were bothered by the implications. But clearly that’s not what happened. They were out and proud of that thing lol (well Jimin seemed a bit sheepish about what happened lol).

Anyways the whole thing is funny and very weird and says something about their dynamic and weird physical boundaries and what they might be like when they’re drunk and alone together (which seems like something they do/did a lot). We also now know they also have in depth discussions about singing to the point they get lost in their own little world even when they're with others which is cute too.

Anyways, I know I’m not crazy to point out that their dynamic is weird and their intimacy boundaries are weird and their dynamic can read a certain way because I’ll always point to one of my other very favorite Jikook moments — Rainy Day fight — particularly the way that the other members responded. Like, continuously cringing for no reason, shivering and yelling “ew”, calling it a drama, singing a kdrama song at them, smiling and laughing, which is all honestly hilarious, and unnecessary, and validating lol. Especially because it didn’t really deter Jikook, who were just telling that story as it was, with JK seemingly pretty serious and invested in making sure Jimin got the details right.

So yeah, that is just how they come off, even to their own group that already have loose boundaries - and I just love that about Jikook. Love their weird drunken shenanigans and their dramatic as hell couple like rain fights, and how soft and silly they are in general.

Also shout-out to the retelling of the Rainy Day story where they both separately took the blame because they're mature, considerate and sweet towards each other like that. Also the fact that it was something JK felt sorry for years down the line, even though clearly there were no hard feelings about it. I feel like they probably didn’t fight that often if a fight in which they immediately made up was on his mind like that lol. Also the fact that what upset JK so deeply was Jimin’s threat of not caring about him anymore.

Anyways, I hope we get to see some drunken shenanigans in AYS. They did cut out whatever tussle occurred on that mosquito net during ITS though, so idk what they’ll actually show in the end, but I’m here for it.

[haetrack]

[03:23]

renjun x afab!reader

warnings: smut, renjun has a wet dream about you, handjob

you’re not sure what time it is when you wake up. you feel groggy, and you don’t even know why you’re awake. it’s not until you feel movement behind you, hips pushing against your backside that you realize what’s going on.

renjun is grinding against you in his sleep.

the realization causes you to still, body stiffening up. he continues his movements, and you can feel his warm breath at the back of your neck. you can feel his hands slowly making their way to your hips, a tight hold beginning to form.

you’re not really sure what to do. he’s been your best friend for quite some time, never really outright telling you that he likes you. you have to ignore how haechan tries to quickly tell you something about how renjun feels before renjun covers haechan’s mouth with a hand.

there’s a small suspicion of his feelings towards you at the back of your head. you can’t say you don’t feel the same way, you’ve always taken a liking to him, always arguing together with a smile on his face.

even if you know how you both feel, you don’t know what to do with him like this. you can feel how warm he is behind you, how your shorts have ridden up, how you can feel his hard cock in the confines of his shorts.

there was never a problem like this before. well- not really a problem, but more of a situation like this. all the times you’ve slept in the same bed together, he would try to argue against it, eventually giving up because “he can’t be bothered arguing with you.”

his grip on you is getting tighter, his cock grinding harder into your ass, quick pants against your neck. you’re beginning to feel it, too. you can feel yourself getting wet, but all you can do is squeeze your thighs together, hoping to get any stimulation.

it’s not until you hear a soft moan of your name that you decide to wake him up. you shakily pull away from him, a quiet groan leaving him as he loses the friction against him. you can properly see his face now, eyebrows furrowed and his lips in a frown.

you whisper out his name, and nothing. if you look down, you can see how his cock is twitching against his shorts. you place a hand on his shoulder and shake him lightly. to no avail, you do it once more while calling out to him.

you can feel his body wake up under your touch, stretching before he groans out loud. you watch nervously as he tries to wake up, wondering what exactly is going on.

he’s not sure why he’s awake right now, but he knows you called him and he knows it’s too early. he realizes how hot he feels, sweat at the back of his neck, wondering why he feels so gross.

it’s not until he feels himself throbbing in his shorts that he realizes what’s happening. he feels mortified. he’s hard in front of his best friend, who, not to mention, he likes. he wonders if you noticed, maybe he can just play if off and walk to your bathroom.

“renjun…” you start, and he immediately feels embarrassed, can’t help how his cock twitches at you calling his name. “i woke up and i felt you… against me…”

it’s quiet in your room save for the heavy breaths coming out of the two of you. “so you.. was i…” he breathes, not really knowing what else to say.

you nod, “yeah… you were-”

“don’t even say it. i’ll just- i’ll just go to your restroom or something,” he grumbles, cheeks heating up in embarrassment, “just go back to sleep. i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.”

before he can move away, you grab his arm, holding him in place. he shuts his eyes, refusing to look at your pretty face. “don’t go… i can help you? if you want?”

“no! i mean, no, i just… i can take of it myself. i didn’t mean for you to see me like this.” he says trailing off at the end. the thought of you helping him get off only affecting him more than he wants it to.

“please? wanna help you, you felt so nice against me, wanna feel more.” he can’t help but shudder at your words. it’s not that he doesn’t want you to help him, but he’s still fighting how embarrassed he is at the fact that he was humping his best friend in his sleep.

when he lets out a small groan, he agrees. you’re both facing each other, and in the darkness of the night, he can still see the soft smile on your face. you look nice in the hint of moonlight in your room, and he realizes that this is you he’s doing this with, you put him at ease.

your hand trails up his thigh, feeling around the soft skin before you make your way to the tight front of his shorts. his hand grabs onto your wrist before you shake him off, scolding him with your eyes. you grip his clothed cock, feeling around his length.

he moans out at your touch, already sensitive with how he was grinding against you earlier. your thumb traces his clothed tip, his hips bucking into your hand. his eyes shut again, the feeling too much for him to handle.

your hand inches to the waistband of his shorts, your hand now fully wrapped around his length. it feels so different than his own hand, so much better than what he could’ve imagined. when your hand starts moving against him, he can’t help the small moan that escapes him.

“what is it, renjun?” you say a little breathlessly.

“just feels so- fuck, good. your hand feels good.” he groans out, rushing his words out of embarrassment. it’s easy for your hand to move around his cock, the precum from his dream helping your movements. renjun can hear the slight squelch of you jerking him off, shoving his face further into the pillows.

he hates how quickly he feels like he’s about to cum. he hates how he can see your thighs squeezing together, turned on by the sight of him. he hates how badly he wants to kiss you right now.

you see how hard he’s staring at your lips, his mouth panting, almost pleading you to reach forward. you do, and renjun cups your face in his hands, deepening the kiss. you kiss each other slowly, exploring each other for the first time. while this is happening, renjun’s hips move against your hand on their own, fueled by your soft mouth.

“i’m so close. please don’t stop, oh my god.” he can hear your airy laugh, his hands moving to grip on your sides for support.

you kiss the side of his cheek, “please cum for me… wanna see you cum.”

he lets out a choked moan of your name, moving to kiss you messily as his hips buck against your hand rapidly. his body’s tired with the over exertion he’s put on it so early. it doesn’t matter though, not when you’re squeezing your hand over his length.

it’s not until you whimper out his name and rub your thumb over his slit that he cums. he’s letting out small moans and whimpers mixed up with your name. cum spills out of his tip, cock throbbing in your hold as you help him ride out his orgasm.

you laugh as he lets out an embarrassed groan, hiding his face into the pillow, “i can’t believe i did that in front of you, that’s so stupid. i’m so stupid.”

“i really liked seeing you like that, if it makes you feel better. i’m like, drenched through my panties.”

it doesn’t make him feel any better. he’s filled with the thought of your wet folds, how good you’d feel around his fingers. all because of him. he looks at your face, desperation all over.

through his embarrassment, he grumbles out, “can i… help you with that?”

-

a/n: don’t ask me what this was. i don’t know… i really don’t… fastest renjun thought i’ve ever had… im just gonna say it’s a little gift for 100 followers YAYYY 🫂❤️

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Hehe

What about dry humping with the hantengu clones 🤭

Yes I'm down bad

Corruption

I've been waiting to talk about this one‼️What if I made a part 2... 😋😝

Warnings: fem!reader, Shy reader, virgin y/n, dirty talk, degrading on sekido's part, dry humping, corruption kink, sex mentioned

Aizetsu

It started off as innocent kissing with you on Aizetsu's lap until one thing led to another. You just looked so good in your new skirt and looked so pretty on his lap when he made out with you that he just couldn't help his cock from growing hard in his pants. He knew you were to shy for sex but he's always wanted to have you keep your clothes on and grind yourself on his cock. This was the perfect chance for him.to suggest the idea to you.

Your arms are wrapped around Aizetsu's neck with your chin rested on his shoulder as you move your hips back and fourth, grinding your clothed pussy over the bulge in his boxers. Aizetsu wanted to see your face so badly, but he didn't want to rush. For now, he let's you to grind yourself on his hard cock in his boxers and sneaks his hands underneath your skirt to grab your ass.

"Aizetsu~" you closed your eyes and moaned his name in his ear. Your back arches when he squeezed your ass cheeks and makes you grind down harder and whimpers softly feeling the pressure of your soft lips squish down on his cock. "I'm sorry y/n. You just feel so good.. haa~ it feels so hot and wet." He said and slipped two fingers inside your panties to feel your wet hole.

"Aizetsu, don't," you moaned. Even with your face turned from his and even with his sad frown on his face all the time, you could tell he was smirking. He's shy himself, but it gives him pleasure, knowing he's able to do this and being more dominant in this situation. "Dose it feel good? Tell me, please. I want to hear you say it~" Aizetsu asked, desperately, and his hips buck.

"Feels good. it's almost like we're having sex." You moaned and held onto him tighter as you felt your orgasm coming. Aizetsu stops playing with your wet hole and grabs your ass tigher, fighing his nails into your pretty skin as he starts grinding his hips with yours. "I can't stop. I just want to fuck you so bad~" Aizetsu whispered in your ear and you whimper softly in response. "Your moans are so pretty. They'd sound so much prettier with my cock stuffed inside you" Aizetsu said with his mouth hangs open with moans.

"A-Aizetsu," you moan as your pussu throbs at his words. "I just want to watch your pretty eyes cry for me when I fuck you. Until you can't take it anymore, until your screaming for me and until you've painted my cock white with your mess. Haa~ I can feel your pussy throbbing on me. Let me feel it more, I know you're about to cum" Aizetsu's moans grew louder as he kept grinding his cock until he came in his boxers.

"I-i can't~ oh fuck- fuck~" your voice quivers as you orgasmed. You could feel the moist sensation and knew it was his cum leaking out of his boxers and making a mess on your panties. You breathed heavy, your body feeling so light from the orgasm, and you pressed your boobs against Aizetsu's chest to rest yourself.

"It was your frist time being able to cum wasn't it?" Aizetsu asked as he rubbed your back. You face Aizetsu and nod at his question. "How sad. Not even you could make yourself cum. How about I make you cum from now on and in many different ways." Aizetsu said as his hand cups your boob.

"I'd love that~"

Sekido

Sekido just wanted to relieve some stress. He's so angry all the time, and on top of that, dealing with the other clones, annoying humans, and searching for the spider lily didn't give him a moments worth of peace. Sekido relieves his stress himself. He knew you weren't experienced with sex but you still wanted to help him and told him he's welcome to use your body however he wants.

Sekido turns you around and pushes you against the wall, not hard enough to keep you in place. "how about I fuck your thighs. Or is that too much for a virgin human like you?" Sekido said. His words seem so vile, but he's genuinely wants to know if you're okay with this. You're his partner. He'd be more angry knowing you weren't enjoying yourself as much as him.

"I am. Don't worry, Sekido. I'm telling the truth." You look back to see his angered expression softened. "Um... should I do this?" You asked and started to shake your hips, side to side on his crotch and felt his hard cock on your ass in his underwear. Sekido grabs your hips and watches you shake your hips. "Do you feel how hard am I? Every time you wear this slayer uniform with this high skirt, it makes me go crazy," he grunts.

Sekido let's you grind your hips in circles on his crotch until he let's a hand go off your hip and pulls his cock out from his underwear. You gasped as you felt his hard shaft slide across your panties and felt your pussy throb at the feeling. "Squeeze your thighs together," Sekido said and started to thrust his hips. You did as he said and felt his cock easily thrust itself between your thighs.

You moan softly as his cock kept sliding against your clothes pussy and felt his pre cum leak between your thighs. "Sekido.." You moan his name in your hand and felt yourself getting turned on from your pussy being teased though your panties with his cock and the sounds of skin smacking everytime Sekidos skin met yours.

"You're getting so fucking wet I can feel it Through your panties and making a mess" he calls out. "Sekido~" you whine and felt your pussy throb again. "You're enjoying this aren't you? Of course you are. Too shy to say you wanna get fucked like a whore but love feeling my cock." Sekido said as he snaps his hips, fucking your thighs faster.

"I should be fucking your leaking pussy balls deep until your screaming for me to keep fucking you stupid instead of fucking your thighs, ngh~ haa" Sekido moans and grunts louder, getting close to his orgasm. "S-Sekido~ I do love the feeling, though. You're gonna make me cum like this" you whine and grind your ass back on him.

Sekido smirks, "Finally saying what you want? Good. Be a good whore and cum just from my cock rubbing your pussy through your panties" Sekido moaned though his clenched teeth as he cums, shooting it out onto the floor. Your thighs squeezed around his cock harder as you came from your orgasm and leaning more of your body weight on the wall to support you.

"Sekido," you weakly say his name and start to grind your ass back on him, caugjong your thighs to move back and fourth on his cock again. Sekido grabs your ass tightly from his sesntive cock being stroked again "what?" He said and watches you look over your shoulder. "I do... want to be fucked like a whore by you" You asked.

Sekido's smirk grew wider "You're starting something you won't be able to finish. Let alone walk after.

Karaku

Making out with Karaku means to always expect some grinding. It was something you were used to since you did it, too, but this time, it was more intense. Karaku slides his hands to your thighs and held them as he grinds his crotch on yours while having his long tongue inside your mouth, playing with yours. "Karaku," you slur his name but got his attention to stop for a moment and turned your head away from him.

"Am I making you uncomfortable? Why won't you look at me? " Karaku smirks as he leaned closer to your face and kissed your nose. He chuckles when you scrunched your nose but did it to lighten the mood if he did do something wrong. You shake your head and end up covering your face with your hands. "It feels good... but keep my legs down" you said with your lip pouted.

"It's not like I'm taking off your clothes," he said and kissed your hands "yet" he chuckled and then gave your hands a lick. You moved your hands away from your face and flicked his Slavia off your hands. "Stop doing that!" You said and looked at him, frustrated. "There's the pretty face I love seeing." He smiled, "but I can tell you're so horny right now," Karaku said, and he held both your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"You're so shy and won't tell me how horny you are, but you just can't stop kissing me. You've been teasing yourself on my lap for a few days now, just to get a feel of my cock though your clothing mmm?" Karaku asked and started to grind his crotch on yours. "Shut up," you said, knowing it's true, but you just couldn't get the words out. "Do you play with yourself afterward? I bet you do," he said and leaned down to your neck, giving it a long lick.

"Karaku.. please," you whispered in defeat from the call out. Your head leans back and your brows frown as you feel his tounge lick your neck and his cock, harder then ever grinding on you though your clothing so desperately. "Don't say my name like that. Moan it," Karaku hums on your neck and opens his mouth just enough for his lips to kiss on your neck.

Karaku never gave you kisses on your neck. He wanted to take it slow and make sure you felt every breath of his on your skin as he grinded himself between your legs. "I can feel you thobbing on me. Just from humping you like this. Your pretty pussy must be so crying from clenching on nothing huh?" Karaku smirks on your neck and gives you another lick. "I can tell you're loving my tongue on your neck. Feels good? It'd feel better on your clit" he said and purposely makes his fangs brush on your skin.

He was right. Your hips moved in circles to create more friction as you felt yourself getting wet in your panties, getting closer to an orgasm "Karaku.. K-karaku~" You moaned with your mouth hung open, unable to hold your voice back anymore. "That's it. That's how my name should sound when I'm bring you to an orgasm." Karaku moaned, grinding his hips faster even in a circular motion.

Your thighs flexed on his hips, closing Karaku in as you cummed and knowing for sure you made a mess on your panties. Karaku stopped his thrusts and kissed your chin "Your moans were so fucking hot" he said and bites your bottom lip. "Did you..." you asked and looked down to see no mess on his pants. Karaku chuckled "I just wanted to make you feel good~ it worked" he said.

"It's not good to keep it built up inside. You'll get blue balls or something," you said and turned your head to the side, almost shoving your face in the pillow as you pulled your pants down, along with your panties. "Is this your way of asking me for sex?" Karaku sticks out his tounge with a smirk and grabs his cock in his pants.

"Yeah~"

Urogi

Urogi was just play fighting with you until he flipped you over onto your stomach. He was on top of you from behind and laughing at your loss, but you didn't say anything. "...was that too much? I thought it was fun," he chuckled. "No, it's not that... I just feel it poking my butt," you said and hide your face in the mattress.

Urogi looked down and saw his cock, hard and sitting on your ass. He laughed, honestly finding it funny how it happened, but wanted to play along. "What's poking you excatly? "It" has a name," he laughs and holds onto your hips with his claws. "You know what I'm talking about..." you said, slightly annoyed but arched your back to press you ass on his cock.

"I can't tell of you're doing this on purpose or not but I love the site of you pushing your ass back on me like you're in heat" Urogi said and moves his claws from your hips and up your back. You hum as his claws massage you and shiver underneath Urogi as his talons lightly touch your skin.

"Wanna help me? You can keep your pants on since i know you wouldn't know how to suck a cock" Urogi teased about you being inexperienced but looks down at your ass, almost drooling. "How can i help if my pants are on?" You asked, looking over your shoulder to Urogi and then your eyes trail down to see his cock head stick out between your ass cheeks.

"Nothing" Urogi sighed and grabbed your hips and started grinding his cock on your ass "just lay there and look pretty for me" he said. "It's so hard" you said as you feel his cock squish between your ass cheeks. "You just always have this perfect ass in front of me all the time. I can't help but get hard," Urogi said and leaned forward to place each claw at the side of your head.

Urogi moans as he thrusts his bare cock on your ass "I want to fuck you so bad. Hah~ in both holes. God you have no idea I badly I just want to shove my cock in your holes and breed you with my cum" Urogi let out a dry laugh and groans in pleasure as his thrusts become faster. "Urog, please!" You moaned in the mattress just imaging it but too shy to say you want him to do that to you.

"Don't hide your sexy moans from me," Urogi used his claw to grab your hair, not too hard but enough to tug your head back, lifting your face away from the mattress. "Your voice just makes me want you even more." Urogi's breaths quicken, and his thrusts are spending up until his cums shoots out onto your ass and some cum getting on your back.

"Urogi..." You called out his name and moved your hands to grab his wrists. Urogi calms down from his orgasm and lets his head fall down to look at you "yes y/n?" He asked and paws at the bed with his talons when you grabbed his wrist. "wanna do it..." you asked quietly, but Urogi heard you clearly with the most cocky smirk, happy to hear you're finally ready to take him.

"Of course I do~"

[merakiui]

AAAAAaAAAAGH I JUST READ YOUR ROYAL ALPHA LEECH BROTHERS FICK AND CONSISTS!!! And I raise you this!

The tweels and the little maid were childhood friends. She'd help sneak them around the castle to get out of bring lessons and even ruffhouse with them. They were thick thieves. They'd joke about marrying one another as kids tend to do. But as they grew and the staff and crown found out about there little games they became more strict. Kids will be kids after all so no punishments but she had to fall in line. It was drilled into her how to properly act and be a servant, much to her dismay. And the twins were told to stay away till she was taught how to act.

Once puberty hit and hormones kicked in, she was shamed for her past. For playing like a boy instead of a girl. Act like a proper lady and maid, she was told. And she did. In public, that is. In private, she hated it all. She'd rather spare and sword figh that fold laundry and clean up. Oh, how she missed the twins. But by now, they've probably forgotten her even though they all still see one another. And from the whispers she even starts to think they hate her now.

The twins were bored. They misses there friend. The one who saw them not as royal but at friends. They missed the games they would play and talks they'd have. Jade would remimber how they'd look for mushrooms and sneak some into the kitchen in hope of trying some. It nev3r happen do to the strict rules. And floyd missed the way she'd squeeze him back when they'd play. Things only got worst when they started presenting. The maid now an adult presents as an omega and is forsed to take drugs and suppressants as to not distract anyone.

The twins to no ones surprise but turned out to be alphas and were told to take suppressants when needed.

The twins may have unconsciously even started to bully the maid. They want to see her and play with her more. Only this time it's not so innocent. They want her as a mate. To watch her belly swell with there pups/eggs. They want to mark her so no one else can have her. But the rules keep that from happening.

And that's all I got so far XD sorry if this is weird

AAAAA YES YES >v< I love the trope of royal who wants to be with the servant but is held back by rules (and eventually decides to break the rules). It's so delicious omg!!!!

I like to imagine the twins find ways to inconvenience you. At first it was things like stealing your suppressants and hiding them or failing to provide enough so you're the only maid left without them (just so that it makes finding you in the palace much easier when your scent is the only one blanketing the air). But then they go out of their way to find your clean laundry and scent it so that when it's returned to you your uniform is drenched in their scent. >:) and no one's going to tell them to stop when they're the Prince Jade and Prince Floyd, soon-to-be rulers of the kingdom.

Maybe they catch you trying to sneak out of the palace so you can slip into town to buy suppressants because, for some odd, unexplainable reason, yours keep disappearing or you never receive them. And you can't keep going without suppressants, otherwise your heat will leave you indisposed for a few days and you need to be able to work without trouble! Or maybe you sneak out of the palace to buy suppressants from a certain merchant (Azul) who knows how to procure all the best selection of medicines for monitoring heats and masking pheromones. Maybe in exchange for these things you offer to help him through his heats (or ruts if he's an alpha). OOOOO imagine coming back to the palace before dawn with your suppressants, but you reek of an alpha stranger's pheromones (because you just helped Azul through his rut) and the twins smell him on you and !!!!!!! jealous tweels....... orz jealous tweels who want to tear the throat out of the one who so obviously slept with and scented you!!

Omg omg or tweels who don't take their rut modulators, so they're on the verge of going feral. orz they're so scary, all elongated canines, pupils blown wide, heavy breathing... they have to be locked away beneath the palace in the dungeons to mitigate any potential damage, and their only request when they're still somewhat lucid is that you have to come down to see them. >:) maybe they're collared and chained (perhaps even muzzled) all for the sake of keeping you safe, but not for long because they convince order you to remove the restraints and........ one thing leads to another and so essentially feral alpha tweels fuck you on the cold, grimy cobbles of the dungeon floor hehe.

And they knot you, so there's a high possibility you will get knocked up with pups hehe!!! And for extra measure, albeit they're not entirely thinking of the repercussions and it's not like they really, truly care for them, they bite your neck and now you're bound to them. They've never followed the rules anyway, so why should they let something like that hold them back?

>_< it's even worse for poor you because these are your childhood friends, who were once so sweet when neither of you were old enough to start presenting, and so back then secondary genders meant nothing. Now your kind childhood friends are mean bullies forcing you to bear their heirs for the throne. :( and you have no say in it because they always get their way. Greedy, spoiled eels........

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Measure

Chapter Two

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader

Word Count: 1866

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, band dynamics past and current, buried feelings, mild drug use, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

Divider courtesy of @cafekitsune

Dean pocketed his keys and grabbed his coffee off the roof of the impala. Sam was already halfway to the studio entrance sipping on his green smoothie and all together being the energetic morning person that he annoyingly was. They had been at it until after midnight, but were back before their usual ten o’clock start time. Dean knew it’d be another grueling day, but at least he was just working out the final few songs and not screaming himself hoarse in the box again. Yet.

Dean followed Sam inside Trust No One Studios, a rundown building off the highway that wouldn’t look like much if the owner wasn’t a paranoid security stickler. The parking lot and the entrances were all covered by cameras. They fobbed their way into the main entrance and nodded at the day guard, Ronald, who waved them through the metal detectors. He was a fan, but had kept a lid on it since Sam had snapped on him during their third album.

“Thanks, Ronnie,” Dean muttered, voice still raw. 

“Good luck in there,” Ronald replied, but only to Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes and huffed off down the hall towards the basement steps. Dean trailed after his brother and bandmate to the largest recording room Frank had to offer. The Leviathan Level held two studios, but they were going deeper, to the bottom level, dubbed Purgatory, and its nearly grade-school-auditorium’s worth of space.

They meet another guard at the bottom of the steps, but just flashed their lanyards at him to continue on toward Ash’s domain.

Ash had been engineering their sound since the beginning. In fact, Dean wasn’t sure he had any other legit sources of income besides whatever residuals he earned off their soon-to-be five albums. But he wasn’t about to ask him either. Ash was a weird dude, wicked smart, but weird.

The control room still smelled vaguely of pot when they entered, but no one cared. Sam walked straight through to the door to the main part of the studio to start his warm ups. Dean dropped into one of the chairs at the dials and finished his coffee. He knuckled one eye as he watched the clock on the wall, wondering who would be the next to arrive. He didn’t want to call Lee and wake his ass up to get back to it, but he would if the rest of the band weren’t ready to play by ten.

As he toyed with the lip of his gas station coffee cup lid, Dean’s phone buzzed with an incoming text to one of the many group chats the band had. The name ‘Trouble’ was Dean’s hint that it was actually work talk.

>>>Don’t forget to take pictures! Or I’ll come down there and get them myself.

Which was a blatant bluff on your part and Dean knew it. Frank and Ronnie both gave you the creeps. Plus, you liked to hear the finished product in its entirety, which he kind of loved about you.

<<<Not it

Dean replied before anyone else and repocketed his phone unwilling to figure out just who would be getting the candids for your next social media blitz. He had too much to worry about as it was. He pulled out his notebook he kept in his back pocket with song ideas. The bridge to ‘Pushing Through’ was giving him problems and he wanted to rework the lyrics a bit.

This had been a hard album, both in getting the band to come together and make it happen and how much he was pouring into each song. Without Cas, Dean’s whole process was off and instead of asking the new kid or, hell, even Sam for help, he decided he needed to write most of it single handedly. Call it penance or a martyr complex, Dean had made his bed and he was going to lie in it.

Late night phone calls and hours on the road

My worst mistake wasn’t fightin’

It was having all this guilt that never showed

When you said I was getting frightenin’

I just pushed through

Late night phone calls and hours on the road

My worst mistake wasn’t fightin’

It was holding back this love I never told

Then I see your eyes filled with lightin’

You pushed me through (strike through)

You pulled me through

Dean didn’t realize Kevin had come in until he heard the keyboard join in on Sam’s scales. He looked back at what he’d adjusted and hummed to himself. This wasn’t a song he’d have written even two years ago. It was a fuckin’ love song for one and it put the spotlight on the last year and a half of his mistakes. He almost didn’t want to ruin it by putting it out there for the world to see. But they needed twelve and it was the closest to finished he had. 

For the band and this deadline, Dean could be brave.

Pamela strolled in and slumped against Dean’s shoulders, somewhere between a hug and using him as a pillow. He chuckled and patted her head as he flipped to the next song on his list. 

“Where’s your husband?” Dean asked off-handedly, knowing Lee couldn’t be far.

“Ex-husband,” Pamela grumbled.

“Sure.” Dean honestly couldn’t keep track anymore. Pam and Lee had been married to each other at least twice and shared one kid, two houses and three dogs between them.

“He’s dropping Gibson off at his mom’s, nanny needed a day off,” Pamela explained and Dean could feel the glare she was giving him.

“Well, isn’t that nice of you.” Dean gave her a fake smile.

“I know. A thoughtful employer— in this economy?” Pamela snarked and picked up Dean's coffee, frustrated when she found it empty. “Ugh! Okay, well, I’m gonna go stretch— maybe I can talk that brother of yours into some yoga before we get going.”

“You are such a creeper.”

“Sammy’s a big boy, Dean.”

“I don’t want to know.”

Pamela shook her head and slinked off to join Kevin and Sam. 

“Take some pictures— cuz I aint!”

Pamela glanced back at Dean and winked while pressing an imaginary shutter button. Dean stood suddenly and chased her into the live room until she squealed and hid behind Sam. Her tiny frame dwarfed behind Sam’s, Dean relented, smiling genuinely for the first time that day.

Dean grabbed his acoustic and strummed, pacing around as he muttered his amended lyrics under his breath. Lee and Bobby made it in just after ten. Luckily, Sam and Pam already had enough of their bending competition, which kept Lee from getting pissy about it. Just as Dean and Lee were going over the chord progressions on ‘Rupture’, Ash strolled into the control room and started hooting into the intercom that it’s time to roll.

“Fucking finally,” Dean grunted and ducked out of his strap. They did things as they came, but bass and drums always were put down first, so he, Lee and Kevin hung back until they were needed.

“Alright, ya idjits. Show me what ya got,” Bobby ordered from his seat beside Ash.

So they did.

Lunch showed up just after two. And, naturally, Dean devoured his sub as quickly as he could, which was when Pamela decided to remember to take pictures for their socials. 

Dean rolled his eyes and licked his lips, chewing as the lettuce and mayo collected at the corners. If his hands weren’t full, she would have gotten the bird, but priorities, you know?

“Gross,” Sam replied, laughing.

“Don’t worry, grumpy, I’ll get your good side too,” Pamela teased.

“I’m sure you will,” Sam muttered and cracked open his bottle of water.

Lee balled up his napkin and threw it across the table at Kevin who apparently had been still snapping pictures. “Save it for the session, newbie,” he grunted.

Dean glanced across the room to where Ash and Bobby were talking, both more serious than the last few hours justified. He met Bobby’s eye and held it, knowing he’d find out sooner or later what had the old man extra bristled. 

They finished their food and relaxed for another few minutes; they had a good handle on the tracks they were working out. But that still meant hours more until they were tight and Ash had everything he wanted. Even then, Dean made them do more takes, just to be sure. He was a perfectionist, like his father before him, and Phantom Traveler had gotten to where they were with that driving force leading the way.

Sam was the one to rein Dean in. “Look, man, that was it. We had it three rounds ago. I’m beat.”

“Ash?” Dean called back into the control room, not willing to be outvoted without certainty.

“It’s all gravy on my end, Dean-o.”

“Pam?” Dean asked his drummer and part-time mindreader.

“Kevin and Sam can clear out, I think we can hit that intro harder.”

Dean looked at Lee, who sighed, because he knew Pam was right and Dean was just letting her be the bad guy.

“Alright, from the top!” Dean called out and Pamela quickly counted them in.

Sam and Kevin stayed to listen, sipping water and slumped into any free space they could find behind their gear. Sam was stuck, Dean was always his ride. But the kid could duck out whenever he wanted. The fact that Kevin stayed solidified Dean’s faith that he was going to work out. Without Cas, it had been weird. Well, first it was awful, but now that they were here, back making music, what they did best, it was an adjustment. 

But Kevin had stepped up and Dean couldn’t deny he was grateful.

No one could fill Cas’ place in the band. But the kid had good hands and on top of that he sang, filling out their harmonies with a higher range. Something Cas never did. So, yeah, it was still weird. But if Dean had learned anything living in California, it was that weird didn’t mean bad.

They tackled the intro until Dean was sick of it. And Lee and Pam both were giving him the stink eye. One final check in with Bobby and Ash and Dean released them for the night.

“Alright, I don’t want to see your faces until Monday at ten,” Bobby explained. “Take the weekend off. Be stupid, but save your voices and your fingers.”

“Awww, he really does care,” Dean snarked, throwing a ball cap over his sweat-damp hair.

Bobby glared. “You’re no good to me sounding like my great aunt Ethel, jackass.”

Kevin laughed and everyone held their breath, impressed and surprised by him openly mocking Dean. But Lee couldn’t hold it in and started laughing too. And by the time Ash and Sam were in on it, Dean was crossing his arms and murdering them all with a look. Pam slinked her arm over his shoulders and patted his back condescendingly.

“I hate you all,” Dean muttered. Eventually he dropped the dramatics before looking over at Sam. “Let’s get outta here already.”

“Yeah, already,” Sam agreed, shaking his head and following Dean back out to the parking lot.

Tagging: @deans-spinster-witch @mrswhozeewhatsis @cosicas-cuquis @fics-pics-andotherthings-i-like @suckitands33 @ladysparkles78 @deans-baby-momma @stoneyggirl2 @sassy-pelican

Chapter Three: Rest

[miowritings]

Zzz..

An shiraishi, ena shinonome, rui kamishiro x gn! Sleepy! Reader

A/N: OMG ITS THE ONE AND ONLY!! IM SOOSOSOSO HAPPY YOU REQUESTED!! SORRY I DIDNT REPLY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE DRAFT WITH YOUR COMMENT ON ACCIDENT😭 luckily i took a screenshot enjoy🩷!!

An shiraishi

໒꒱is probably impressed by how easily you can fall asleep, one second ago you were talking and now you're snoring..

໒꒱She would probably take out her phone and take pictures of you, to tease you when you wake up, but if she isnt in the teasing mood she'll play with your hair, would even humm your favorite songs

໒꒱would try to be quiet as much as possible to not wake you up, if you did wake up she'll feel very guilty and would try to make you fall asleep again.

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It was a normal afternoon at weekend garage, you and an both chat about gossips and about your life, everything was going well.. until you started feelling sleepy.. you tried to figh your eyes to stay up but it wouldnt, it would be rude to just fall asleep when your friend is talking

"One sec, ill go get us some water!" An hurries off and grabs a water pitcher and pours some water on two glass for you both, when she came back she found you fast asleep, resting your head on the table, an chuckles and places the glass gently onto the tabe, then sat beside you

"Asleep already?" She chuckles at herself then brushes your hair with her hand gently as not to wake you up, she continued brushing your hair until she heard you groan. She then stops brushing your hair afraid that it might wake you up "continue.." you mumbled, an paused for a moment, then smiled and continued brushing your hair "youre even greedy when your asleep.." she teased

Rui kamishiro

꩜if he sees you sleeping in any place thats not a bed he would carry you and place you on a more suitable area

꩜is very very quiet, when he sees you sleeping, he would put a blanket over you just to keep you warm

꩜if you do happen to fall asleep on him he'll smile to himself, despite looking calm hes screaming eternally inside, giggling and blushing he just cant wait to tell you about this when you wake up

꩜would tease you when youre finally awake, showing you his gallery which is just pictures of you sleeping, he would edit some of the picture and doodle them or add a sticker, "y/n~~ look its a beautiful picture of you~~" he cooes showing you an edited picture of you sleeping

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You recently found yourself tutoring your classmate, you didnt know how you got into this and wanted to escape fast it was soo tiring to tutor him, he always answered with the most stupidest responses, not knowing he was only doing this just to spend more time with you♡

You sighed under your breath, at this point you already give up "i give up.." you mutter, rui looks over at you and pleads dramatically "ehhhh.. why? Dont give up on mee.. pleasee? Lets just take a break!" He suggested You groaned and decided to give him a chance. "Fine, but we're not taking any breaks until you learn a thing or two got it?" Rui quickly nodded with a smile

"this separates the chest cavity from the abdominal cavity. Im giving you three minutes to answer." You said sternly, rui knew the answer to this ofcourse but.. he decided to play dumb for a while.. "hmm... hmmmm.." he thinks while making some humming noise while doing so he suddenly stops when he felt someones head on his shoulder.

"y/n..?" He added, he was about to wake you up but he saw the peacefulness in your face, he didnt wanna ruin your sleep! After all it was his fault you got tired.. He continued sitting there, his hands shaking like crazy, trying to sit still but he cant.. not when someones head is in his shoulder, its not just someone, its his crush.. rui then grabs the blanket from the floor then wraps it around the both of you

"told you we should take a break.." he teases, he then chuckles at himself "have a good rest y/n.." he says before slowly drifting to joining you in your sleep.

Ena shinonome

✿at first she would wake you up when you fallen asleep on her, but as you two kept spending more time together she doesnt wake you up, instead he hums and plays with your hair while your sound asleep

✿if you do manage to fall asleep on her shoulder or lap she would blush like crazy, she wouldn't stop squealing and shifting

✿is she does manage to calm down, she places your head onto her lap and just plays with your, not even glancing at your face cus if she does she'll be a red mess!

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You and ena were sitting on the school bench chatting, and gossiping as usual, ena then heard you yawn, and even sees you rubbing your eyes "y/n.. are you sleepy again? Yknow you should get more sleep.. especially since your in night class.." she says calmly, not even hiding the fact that shes worried.

"im fine ena.. ill just drink some coffee and ill be awake and energized!" You added, ena only sighed "fine.. just.. dont drink too much caffeine okay? I do not want you throwing up all over the place.." you chuckled at her remarks and just nodded

You both continued talking when ena stops "oh! I forgot to tell you something!" She grabs her backpack and searches for her sketchpad "im finished with my- eh?!" She felt you head on her shoulder and was snoring, "y/n.. wake up.." she tries to shake you awake but when she sees your eyebags she just cant leave you like this!

"hmph... fine im letting this one slide.." she groans, she then placed her backpack on her lap, after that she gently holds your head and moved them to her lap, making you lay down and have a comfortable pillow..

"you should get more sleep.. you're sleepier than usual.." she points out, she sighs then looks around to see if no ones around, once the coast is clear she kissed your nose then looks away.

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"oh my.. what a sight.." someone spoke up, it was her brother, "why do you let them sleep on you? If i was the one sleeping you would've thrown me around.." "shush! What are you doing here anyways? Youre supposed to be home by now.." she asked "you left your phone dumbass.. i am gonna tell that akiyama person what i just saw.. itd be so funny.." "just.. shut up kay? Look if you dont tell anyone about this, ill buy you whatever you want.!" Her brother smirks "deal!" He then walks away with a proud grin on his face.

@nogenderbee 🩷

[trickstarbrave]

hi im insane still so i wrote smth up

its not rly proof read. sorry abt that.

this is from @mulberrycafe's fic fool's prayer. i just have evil!voryn on the brain REAL bad.

Nerevar blinked. He was no longer in his office, but outside in a courtyard. It was…. Peaceful. The rushing anxiety of being in his office was being washed away by fluffy white clouds passing by. It wasn’t cloudy or with an ash storm blowing, as it usually was in Morrowind, especially after Red Mountain’s eruption. A few birds could be heard in the distance too, adding to the soft, peaceful atmosphere. 

Nerevar wanted to relax. He was tired. So very, very tired. Tired of running the country and fighting the council every step of the way. Tired of trying to make life better for his people and being blocked. Every time he wanted to try and do something good, there was endless squabbling. Distractions came up instead, as the houses fought with each other, refusing to put aside old rivalries for everyone’s benefit. It was like pulling teeth trying to get anything done--and when he did lose his temper, the councilmen pointing at him and blaming him. 

“It’s your fault Red Mountain erupted, when you destroyed the tribunal’s rule.” Some would blame. “Why haven’t the Good Daedra resolved it then? If there is mercy from them, they would have solved the problem. We could go back to VVardenfell. We could be a great nation again. But instead we continue to beg for scraps at the altar of gods. The Good Three have made their point clear: we are to suffer the trials. Therefore, everyone suffers with us. It’s naivety to presume we can help them with stupid acts of charity.”

He had no energy anymore. His limbs felt too heavy to move. Vivec said he admired Nerevar’s ability to always be optimistic and hopeful, but Nerevar was beginning to run out of steam. 

Things were easier, in the days of Resdayn; they had a common enemy to unite against, after all. The Great Houses could set their squabbling and infighting aside long enough to drive the nords out, and then welcomed the prosperity Nerevar brought afterwards as they rebuilt the nation. 

“Neht,” Nerevar heard Voryn call for him, and he refused to turn. 

He knew what this was. Another attempt to win him over. Another attempt to crack his resolve. Nerevar didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He didn’t know how many times he could drive him away. Nerevar hated how Voryn was starting to, in some twisted way, make sense. And even more importantly, Nerevar hated having to hurt the man he loved over and over, even if it was for the good of everyone. 

Arms wrapped around him again, a cold chill, as always. “You won't even look at me now?” Voryn asked, nuzzling into his hair from behind. 

“I’m tired of these games, Voryn.” Nerevar tried desperately to keep his voice level and firm. “I’m not changing my answer.” Voryn gave a dark, deep chuckle, the type of tone Nerevar adored. 

He was afraid if he turned around, he would crack. He was terrified if he looked at the face of his beloved, his resolve would crumble and he’d throw his arms around Voryn, kissing him for all he was worth.

“I’m not playing a game.” Voryn whispered softly in his ear, breath tickling the sensitive skin and making his ear twitch. “I want to give you everything you have ever wanted, Nerevar.”

“No, you--”

“I want to give you a peaceful country.” Voryn cut him off, continuing with that slow, deep voice in his ear, rubbing circles on his stomach. “I want to stop those councilors from using you… Because I love you.”

“This isn’t love!” Nerevar stressed, his hands shaking fists at his side as he actively fought the desire to sink into the embrace. 

“Yes, it is.” Voryn whispered again, sharper in his ear. “The love I have had for you for thousands of years.” Nerevar shut his eyes tightly now. “And I know you love this country, Neht. I’ve known all this time. That’s why I love it too. That’s why I want to help you.”

“This isn’t helping me.” Nerevar grit, fighting the urge to scream or sob.

“I want to give you so much more than just a peaceful country too, Nerevar.” That soothing voice was trying to melt the tension off his body, but Nerevar refused to relax. If he did, it would be over, he reminded himself. He couldn’t be weak in front of Voryn with what Voryn was capable of. “I want to soothe all your worries, love and support you in the way you deserve…”

Nerevar refused to respond. He couldn’t find the words--not when Voryn sounded so soft and sweet in his ear, whispering like a gentle lover. It was the same tone of voice he used to soothe all of Nerevar’s injuries in the past, the same tone when he reassured and comforted Nerevar, and the same tone he used when they would make love. 

“Ayem hardly even took care of you back then,” Voryn continued, now bringing one hand up to rub his shoulder soothingly. “But she at least helped you govern. Helped keep people in line.” Nerevar shivered slightly as he felt teeth graze his ear ever so slightly. “I can help you with that. I can keep the council in line… All as you will it, my beloved.” 

He knew it was a lie. A sweet, sweet lie. If it was Nerevar’s will, he wouldn’t have hurt the Good Daedra. If it were his will, Voryn would have stopped by now. If it was his will…

“I can even give you what she refused.” Voryn smirked against his skin now. “Love, devotion…” Voryn pressed a kiss behind his ear, watching it twitch again. “... And even a family.” 

Nerevar’s eyes shot open at that, his heart racing in his chest, only to find himself no longer in the courtyard, but inside the temple. It was in a well decorated room, quite, a tranquil warmth radiating throughout the whole room that tugged on his heartstrings. 

In front of him was a traditional chimeri hammock for infants, a little bundle inside it. Nerevar found himself unable to blink, his body all but screaming at him to move. His whole body shook and his legs felt weak, his heart beating even faster in his chest. 

“Don’t you want this?” Voryn asked, his voice soft and pleading now, almost saddened. “I can give you the family you wanted, Neht…” Nerevar’s hands unclenched as his hands yearned to reach out. “A beautiful family, as large or as small as you wish… Raised with love and care, in a country that is finally full of peace and prosperity…” His eyes remained fixated on the small bundle, slowly beginning to move. 

“Why don’t you hold our son?” Voryn asked him, and Nerevar found himself unable to stop his feet from moving, bringing him closer and closer as the infant began wiggling around and fussing in earnest, having woken up from his nap. 

In his arms, they felt even more real: alive and the perfect weight in his arms, filling him with warmth. Soft black waves were on his head, as he blinked up at Nerevar with large, blue eyes and giggled, reaching for him. Tears rolled down Nerevar’s cheeks as he leaned down to nuzzle against the baby, overwhelmed.

Nerevar wanted this. He wanted it so badly it felt like his chest was being ripped out. He wanted a family with the man he loved. He wanted children of his own. He wanted to just be selfish for once, and have something all to himself. 

When he was king in the past, he was denied being a father, despite how much he had always wanted to be. His marriage with Ayem, while politically beneficial, was strained in most of the personal aspects. Almalexia had her own lovers and concubines to tend to her, and saw little purpose in sleeping with Nerevar, even to produce a child. Even the Indoril council said they didn’t want to bother with having a child, not when they could pick a better heir that suited their political goals. Instead he was always just told to find someone else to have a child with if he wanted to be a parent that badly.

But he knew that wasn’t possible. He was king, yes, but he wasn’t of noble blood; he lacked the political power to fully protect them. Nerevar refused to selfishly have a child he knew he couldn’t protect and let them get hurt or killed just to spite him by some political enemies. 

And yet… That wish never truly died. That desire never went away. It was always there, in the back of his mind, gnawing at his psyche. He was tired of being king only to create more problems and enemies for himself. He was tired of fighting off assassins and attackers. He was tired of going to bed alone. He was tired of giving everything he had for nothing in return. 

And then the weight in his arms was gone, as Nerevar found himself not in a nursery but instead in complete blackness instead.

“No…” Nerevar begged, tears still rolling down his cheeks. It felt like his heart was being ripped out and crushed. It had been so real--Nerevar could still feel the phantom warmth in his arms, hear the sound of laughter. “Voryn, please--!” His arms instead curled up around him, trying in vain to comfort himself and failing as he openly sobbed. 

“Shh…” Voryn whispered, stroking his hair from behind. “Why don’t I give you time to think about my offer instead?” Voryn asked. Typically, Voryn was pushy in these dreams, trying desperately to make Nerevar give in. Now that he was falling apart in front of him, he seemed to be taking a different approach. 

Nerevar didn’t know if that was a good sign or not. Not when he was still grieving. Not when he was crying and sobbing, wishing more than anything that such a sweet dream was real. 

“Nerevar!” Nerevar’s eyes shot open again, tears still running down his cheeks, to see a Vivec staring down at him rather than the piercing red eyes of Voryn as he half expected. “Nerevar,” Vivec, seeing as he had finally woken him up, wiped the tears from his face. “It’s alright…” He murmured, trying desperately to soothe him.

Nerevar, his emotions still raw, wrapped his arms around Vivec and sobbed once more. 

He didn’t know if Vivec knew why he was crying. Nerevar was too ashamed to say, and too hurt to give a coherent answer even if he wanted to. 

He didn’t know how much more he could take of this, even as Vivec held him close, rubbing his back in slow circles, trying to comfort him. 

His heart was breaking.

[aamy2100982]

Sleeper is a nerd and no one is going to deny me. I don't know if they have any specific hobbies, but they definitely like to investigate everything that is around them, Started by the fact that, by the time he got old enough to take care of himself, he simply went into space to see and investigate the world around him. I think that the comics have not really given enough importance to the fact that Sleeper is a very intelligent character who is always willing to learn new things. But apart from complaining that Sleeper doesn't have enough character development, I wanted to write about an idea that crossed my mind this morning :b

Specifically from Sleeper investigating cats and ended up in a tangle with the neighbor's cat

At first Sleeper turned into a cat just to have a more friendly physical form for their brother, but I think Sleeper spends more time than they should in cat form and I really think they started to like it. Sleeper suddenly began to be curious about these animals, it saw them jump on the roofs, walk on the fences and sleep all day, some were very big and hairy and others were small and short of hair. Sleeper had no need to investigate this animal, but their curiosity was greater.

Sleeper tried to follow some cats camouflaged in his normal symbiote form to be able to know what kind of substances contained their characteristic odors and thus be able to imitate them perfectly.

when he managed to form his totally original characteristic scent, then they had to figh with other cats for territory. At first Sleeper thought this practice was silly, but after the neighbor's cat went looking for it on purpose to fight with Sleeper, they simply had to respond. Eddie scolded it, because he was sick of hearing the neighbor's cat and Sleeper fight every nigth, but Sleeper simply replied "He started it!"

then came the mating season for the cats and Sleeper suffered. Sleeper had copied the scent of a female cat, so now instead of fighting with the neighbor's cat for territory, now he was chasing him to leave his baby in Sleeper. even when Sleeper stopped producing a cat's pheromones, the neighbor's cat would still appear outside the house, meowing loudly. Dylan made fun of Sleeper for a long time because "your boyfriend has arrived, why don't you come out and play with him for a while?"

Sleeper now tried to replicate a male cat's pheromones, and the neighbor's cat was confused, like the cute kitten that he had seen only a few days before is now a male? that is not possible. the neighbor's cat kept trying to find the "girly" cat, but gave up after a while, and it was a relief for Sleeper. Interestingly Sleeper noticed that the neighbor's cat stopped fighting with them. He would sometimes stand on the fence and look at Sleeper, but he wouldn't do anything.

Eddie commented that some cats get depressed when they lose their friends. Sleeper complains that the two of them were not friends, that cat came to pick a fight or to try to mount it. Eddie laughed that maybe he had gotten used to the routine and that some just get attached to the beings they fight with (an obvious reference to how Eddie became friends with Peter after almost killing him several times)

Sleeper felt a little sorry for the cat and tried to get closer to him again, they don't fight anymore, they just sit together on the fences or sleep curled up in the branches of the trees. Sleeper made a friend who is not his father or his brother, that's good, maybe

[warningsine]

After two and a half years of fighting and several broken agreements, the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) and Rwanda have put a temporary halt in the conflict between the Congolese army and the Rwandan-backed M23 rebellion in eastern Congo's North Kivu province.

M23 rebels launched the offensive in the mineral-rich region at the end of 2021. Since then, they have seized large swathes of territory in an effort to gain a share of North Kivu's major deposits of copper, gold and diamonds.

Angola, which has been mediating to resolve the conflict, announced the peace deal on Tuesday after talks in Luanda, adding that the truce would come into effect from midnight on Sunday. 

Uganda and Kenya have previously been involved in mediating peace talks between the warring parties.

Troops from the Southern African Development Community (SADC) were last year deployed to eastern Congo to neutralize the M23 rebel group — but they struggled to restore peace and security to the restive region.

'Hypocrisy' in the mediation process

The fresh deal comes as a humanitarian truce between the M23 rebels and government forces obtained through the United States was due to expire on August 3.

However, analysts are sceptic about the new deal because previous truces inked by both countries were never respected for more than a few weeks.

Justine Masika, an activist living in the province of North Kivu, believes that there is too much hypocrisy in these various mediation processes. She told DW that the parties involved in the conflict have too many interests and the well-being of the population is not their priority.

"The truce has been declared, but the problem we still have in this conflict in eastern DRC is that the parties to the conflict don't respect the agreements they've signed."

"There are still papers that are signed but they continue the war and the population continues to die every day."

The UN estimates that fighting in North Kivu province has displaced more than 1.7 million people, driving up the number displaced in Congo by multiple conflicts to a record 7.2 million.

A UN Security Council report revealed that 3,000 to 4,000 Rwandan soldiers have been fighting alongside the M23, indicating that Kigali exercises "de facto control" over the group's operations.

Rwandan President Paul Kagame has not explicitly denied the presence of Rwandan forces in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). However, he has openly stated his readiness to take a "defensive" stance to protect Rwanda's interests.

Political scientist Christian Moleka believes that, like many peace initiatives, this one is limited by the fact that there are not enough elements of pressure that can be exerted on Rwanda.

"By tacitly signing the ceasefire agreement, Rwanda is presenting itself as a co-belligerent, because only those involved in a military operation can sign a ceasefire. So its signature confirms the fact that Rwanda is a player on the ground," he said.

However, Moleka said this signature is not binding on the M23.

"As much as Rwanda can sign the ceasefire, the M23 can disassociate itself from it, especially as the Luanda process does not include the M23 in its dynamics," he said, adding that Nairobi was the second mechanism offering the M23 a political way out.

Angola's president hailed as 'champion of peace'

Although some are sceptical on the new agreement, Angolan President Joao Lourenco is being referred to as the 'Champion of Peace' in this conflict.

Soy Komba, an Angolan specialist in international relations, told DW that Angola has been playing the role of mediation in a very intelligent way.

"The conflict between these two countries also affects Angola, because we have a very large territorial border with the DRC," Komba said. "If instability persists, there is also a disadvantage for our country, because refugees from this conflict can also cross the border into Angola."

He emphasized that the potential influx of refugees from the conflict into Angola has been a key motivator for the Angolan president’s active mediation efforts.

Augustin Muhesi, who teaches political science in eastern Congo, is optimistic but cautious about the new truce, which he said was the result of the diplomatic ballet in the region.

"People who have been at loggerheads for a long time won't return to good feelings in a day, but it's already a process that presents analogies but also breaks with what may have happened," Muhesi told DW.

Cease-fires welcomed by the West

Former colonial power Belgium has welcomed the cease-fire agreed between both countries but urged all sides to stick to the deal. 

In a statement, Belgian Foreign Minister Hadja Lahbib thanked "Angola for its crucial role, and encouraged the parties to uphold their commitments."

"This step is essential to ease the suffering of the population and lead to a resolution of the conflict in Eastern DRC," he added.

France, the European Union, and the United States hailed the signing of the latest agreement on Wednesday.

"We hope this agreement will help create the conditions for de-escalation of tensions between the DRC and Rwanda and enable the safe return of those internally displaced to their homes," said Stephane Dujarric, the spokesperson for UN Secretary General Antonio Guterres.

Eastern Congo has been racked by fighting for 30 years, involving both local and foreign-based armed groups, tracing back to the regional wars of the 1990s.

[rzyraffek]

Hello!

I just wanted to say that I really love your writing, and was hoping to send you a request. If you’re not interested feel free to ignore.

I saw you were open to writing for underrated slashers, so I was wondering if you could write something for Dominic from The dare. I just watched it and I’m so obsessed with him. There’s literally no writing for him, he’s so underrated.

In terms of the writing, I just want something fluffy. Like being childhood friends, getting separated, and then meeting again as adults. I’m being vague just in case you decide to watch the movie. I don’t want to spoil anything. I trust your amazing writing skills. ❤️

Again, feel free to ignore if you’re not interested. Thank you 💕

Thank you!! That's v nice of you😊😊 also thanks for movie recommendation!!! It was great tbh! The killer looked like brahms but gym rat😭😍 im obsessed!!

Sfw, they/them, mensions of trauma but on movie level so nothing new!

Dominic (from The Dare) Headcanons!!

While I was watching the movie I thought "man this is gonna be hard to write" but when I saw that u mention 'childhood friends' prompt and OMG ANON YOU ARE GENIUS

Childhood friend with this guy.. What worse could happen?

Imagine this: s/o and Dominic are bffs and one day Dominic sadly gets bullied but what can s/o do about that really? There's 4bullies and only two of them ://. I can imagine s/o ending up looking for him afterwards, and even lutteraly forcing police department not to close that case

He prolly kidnaped them due to silly goofy mood. Nah but for real he kinda hoped that they still like him?? (He mensions in movie that he wish he had family and kids just like main character did) and also he hopes s/o is as sadistic as him and will revenge bullies with him

S/o has to have huge 'I can fix him' vibe if they somehow stay with him

Also this guy never had a gf or even a kiss soooo yeah he will get flustered if s/o grabs his hand or call him some nick names. If s/o says something along the lines "Love you honey" He will just stand there sweatin bcs he has no clue what to do??? Should he say thank you?? Should he smile??? "Uhh😰😰 you too?"

Hes very pretty but hear me out. Masks stays on

After opening up and making sure s/o doenst skedaddle when left alone for more than second he turns into such simp, like "Domi its cold can you bring me a blanket :(" "yes honey, what color? What texture? I hope you dont mind wool .. i mean if you do i have few other blaknets but not as warm I- i mean i can go make you one?? O-or..." this guy🙄

He gets way to flustered! Things between them needs to go slow or his heart will explode. Lets stay with lil smooches and handholding for now please

do no DO NOT ENTER BASEMENT PLS plsplspls!!! Why?? Ee well😓😓 I kinda still have those people in there... they deserve it! (Sure they do)(but he feeds them so no worry

As i said before, he is a gym rat, his s/o could lay on his back and he still would do push ups(tbh he enjoys that bcs not only he exercise but also spents time with them)

He would love to go to park with them, watch a movie in cinema, talk shit about neibours. Sadly he thinks that due to his eee chilhood trauma he cant do all this stuff :((. Hopefully his s/o will help him change his mind! Help him leave all that stuff in past.

He do be laying on floor drawing with crayons and waving his legs in air (also humming)

His love language is definitely quality time. He loves doing anything with them really! S/o wants to cook something together? Get him an apron! S/o wants to cuddle and watch movies? Say less He will get some blankets and make couch mega comfy! S/o wants to dance or goof around just vibing? He can try that!

About 'play fighing' well that's not the best idea, I mean he likes it?? But it kinda gets into his head?? And he might to something very hurtful and bad acidently

What he loves the most are little things. How s/o knocks on door of his workshop before entering to make sure he knows that they are entering, or how they grab his hand when they are stressed, or how they bring him food when he's too busy/overwhelmed to do so himself, or when they give him space and understanding when he needs that, and when they lisen to him mumble about the horrid stuff he witnessed

He loves kissing them on forehead, hugs from behind, playing with hair, lazy mornings including snuggles

Sorry for long wait, I have a lot of stuff to do latley!! It is 2am I just finished watching move! I really hope those headcanons fit into your Dominic interpretation! Also good news! I think I might include his silly fella in my future headcanons! Cuz hes goofy! Please give more movie recommendations!

Love you all cya in next one

[yellowwithalisp]

lm begging anything for ben reilly (romantically)

Hcs

Blurbs

Drabblez

ANYTHING bc there is nothing for my boy and it is painful 😭😭

🎸nonnie

( Here you go! I hope you like it!! - Yellow 💛🌻 )

I woke to the sound of rain pitter-pattering against our bedroom window. The sound is so soothing, that I decide to stay in bed and enjoy it. The curtains were open a small bit, and I was greeted by the gorgeous sight of a rain-soaked landscape beneath a grey sky. The trees in the distance are completely drenched. This is a beautiful rainy morning.

I roll over and find myself face-to-face with Ben. Despite the early hours, he's still sleeping soundly. The rain pitter-patters against the window as he snores softly. Despite the rain, it's warm and cozy in the bed. Ben had been busy with “spider stuff” which was an understatement, to say the least. He had been out fighting crime all night, getting drenched by the rain and barely surviving to come home to me. I gently run my fingers through his hair and kiss him softly on the forehead. I felt Ben flinch slightly as he felt my hand run through his wet hair and my lips on his forehead, but he enjoyed every second of it. He snuggled up closer to me and mumbled in his sleep, “I love you” as the sound of the rain hitting the window and your fingers running through his hair filled the room.

I chuckled softly as he snuggled in closer. The rain is hitting the window with a soothing sound, and the crackling of the fire in the fireplace adds to the perfect setting. As the water flows down the window, the reflections dance and sparkle in the dim light. As I lie there, watching the rain, I can't help but admire the beauty of my husband, even when he’s resting like this. The warmth of the room, and the peace of the moment As I listen to Ben breathing gently.

Ben eventually woke up, opening his eyes and seeing me lying next to him. He smiled, feeling sleepy and warm and content, having me so close to him. He yawned softly and reached out for me, pulling me close to him and muttering, “Good morning, love.”

Ben still felt very sleepy and tired. He buried his head in my shoulder, still half asleep but very happy to have me next to him.

“Morning.”

I said as my fingers played with his hair. Ben muttered softly as I played with his hair, “That feels nice.”

As the sound of the rain hitting the window and the crackling of the fire filled the room, Ben was extremely cozy and comfortable and he didn’t want to leave the bed at all.

“I’m still very tired, can we go back to sleep?” He mumbled, snuggling up closer to me as he closed his eyes and let out a huge yawn.

“Was yesterday a lot of spider stuff?”

I asked as held me close.

”Yes it was.” Ben replies and stretches, yawning loudly.

He takes your hand and pulls me in even closer, letting out a sigh as he closes his eyes and listens to the beautiful sound of the rain hitting the window and the fire crackling in the background.

“I’ve never enjoyed sleeping in as much as I have here, in your arms,” he says softly, opening his eyes briefly to look at me before closing them again and burying his head back in my shoulder to go back to sleep. I rolled my eyes gently as a smile appeared on my face.

“Do I get you for the day or do you need to go back?” I asked.

Ben was extremely content, and he didn’t feel like leaving the bed, as he had been extremely exhausted from fighting crime throughout the night.

He sighed and yawned again, as a smile formed on his face when he felt my fingers still playing with his hair.

“I don’t have to go back right now, but I might have to go later, depending on how many more crimes I need to deal with.”

Ben then turns his head to look at me properly, smiling as he closes his eyes again, “I hope you don’t mind.”

I shook my head gently. “I knew what I was getting into. It’s ok Ben.”

I mumbled as I gently kissed the top of his head.

Ben was happy to hear this, as he just wanted to spend the day with you and rest up before going back to fighting crime.

“If you don’t mind, I’d just like to lie here with you for the day.”

Ben said softly, smiling at me as his eyes fluttered open for just a moment before he closed them again.

“That’s if it’s okay with you.”

He added, still half asleep but wanting my approval before he tried to take more time off.

“Do you want me to go cook you breakfast in bed?”

I asked gently. “Yes please, that sounds wonderful!” Ben replies, smiling softly while being half asleep.

He was excited to be able to spend some time with me where all of his attention would be on myself and not crime. He’d been away for nearly the whole night and just wanted a little bonding time with me.

“Could you do French toast and bacon? That would be amazing.”

Ben yawned again,

“Sorry, I’m still tired.”

I shook my head and kissed him. “It’s ok, I don’t mind.” Both of us were listening to the sound of the rain and the fire crackling in the background for a moment.

I slowly pulled away from him before slipping my get into my sliders and putting my rob on. I make my way down the hallway toward the kitchen as the rain continues to pour. Once I step into the kitchen, I turn on the light and am warmed by the brightness. Then, I get to work making French toast for your husband. Whisk the eggs and milk together, then dip the bread in the mixture. As the bread cooks, the smell of butter and fresh French toast fills the air. I got the three slices of golden brown French toast onto a plate. I know Ben is going to be thrilled. This is exactly how I want to spend a rainy morning. With him at home Cuddling in bed is tougher.

I walked back to our bedroom. I can't help but smile as I see my husband still in bed. The rain continued to pour down outside, hitting a faint glass as I made my way over to the bedside table and placed the plate of French toast within reach. The smell of the food immediately fills the air, and Ben's eyes open slightly.

"Here, there's coffee coming soon," I said as I climbed back into bed.

Ben sniffed the air curiously as my eyes fluttered open just a bit. The familiar smell of French toast immediately perked me up, and Ben looked up and around.

“Is this for me?” Ben asked, still very tired from the night before and the warm bed holding all of his interest. I giggled.

"You need to share one but, yes."

I said with a smile.

Ben smiled up at me before looking down at the French toast I brought me for a moment. Ben let his gaze linger for a moment before his stomach growled loudly.

"I guess I am hungry," Ben mumbled as Ben reached for a piece of French toast. Ben took a bite and chewed softly before smiling back at me.

"This is amazing," Ben said softly before taking another bite and eating more of it. "I'm going to have to eat this whole plate."

Ben laughed softly as he ate the French toast.

"Hey! I need one!"

I teased with a smile and giggle.

“No. Mine!” Ben exclaims jokingly, pulling the plate to his chest. Ben begins eating, making happy sounds as he chews on the delicious French toast.

As Ben eats and sips coffee, you can't help but notice how cute he looks. His hair is all messy and curly, his face is scrubbed clean, and he doesn't have even the faintest sign of stubble on his chin.

As adorable as he looks, I also noticed the dark circles around his eyes. My heart breaks a little seeing my poor husband so tired.

"So... This... Spider group. Spider society? When do I get to meet people from it Ben?"

I asked as I shifted a bit to grace my cup of coffee.

“That's still quite a ways off, you'll have to wait a while longer. They like to evaluate people carefully before letting them in. So just stay at home and do your usual stuff.”

Ben said, his tone slightly colder than usual. I sighed as I rested my head against his shoulder.

“Oh, alright.” I frowned slightly. I couldn’t understand why they had to evaluate people so carefully, but I trusted Ben’s judgment.

I decided to stay quiet for now, sipping my coffee. The rain kept pouring outside, but I didn’t mind. It was very soothing to lie here with Ben, listening to the gentle rain and the sound of the fire crackling in the background. I could have easily fallen asleep again, but I was hungry. As Ben finished the last bite of his breakfast, he looked up at me, smiling.

The rain pounds against the windows, and the wind howls outside. The lightning flashes, lighting up the room. The thunder rolls, the sound filling the room. Ben snuggled into my side and I felt the warmth of his body against mine.

"So... Can I at least meet a few of the other spiders? Maybe bring some here so I can meet them?"

I asked as I glanced down at Ben. "Well, I can invite one of them here, sure." Ben yawned again as he snuggled deeper into me. He then turned his head to face me, smiling.

"I know just the spider, she'll love you," Ben said softly while still lying in my arms.

The sound of rain hitting the window and the fire crackling in the background made the morning feel very cozy and relaxing. Ben didn't want to move from where he was. He was perfectly content to lie down and spend the morning like this.

"Oh? And who would that spider be?" I asked as I stared down at him with a soft smile. I chuckled softly as I caressed his hair. "Her name is Cindy Moon." He said softly as I gently brushed the hair out of his eyes.

"We've been working together for a few years now... She's a nice person. You two will get along great." He said as he sighed contently.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"She sounds nice."

I said as my thumb gently brushed against his cheek.

I smiled softly and caressed his cheek. He was so sweet and gentle when he was tired like this. I found him to be adorable and couldn't help but be filled with admiration for this extraordinary person. I then sat up slightly and caressed his hair.

“Would you mind getting up for me? I need to go to the bath.” I said as I sighed and got out of bed.

Ben slowly sat up in bed and stretched.

“And you're not asking me to join you?” He asked with a soft smile and a yawn. I rolled my eyes. "Would you like to join me, Ben?"

“Sure.”

Ben says as he gets out of bed. He looks so sleepy as he stretches. “Are we going to be intimate in there?” Ben asks with a smirk.

I giggle and pat his cheek. “Well, we never know, but for now I’m going to relax,” I say with a light heart as he takes my hand and kisses the back of it.

[ifuckinglovedinosaurssomuchjesus]

GODZILLA MOVIE MARATHON: Godzilla vs Megalon (1973)

Oh hey, remember when I was doing this? I am at the whim of my hyperfixations and, luckily, I'm in a Goji mood again. So it's time to pick up right where we left off a year ago and keep this marathon going.

We're deep in the champion series, where Godzilla movies were made every year for Toho's annual movie festivals, which meant cookie cutter scripts and shoe string budgets.

The script is pretty standard by this point, except with the aliens replaced by hilariously incompetent Atlantians. It gets the job done ok, it keeps itself relevant and is relatively entertaining, even if you're still spending most of the runtime waiting for a rubber suit monster to show up.

Speaking of monsters, the plot mainly revolves around a little robot by the name of Jet Jaguar. He spends most of the movie getting yanked around by whoever is in control of him till he inexplicably against consciousness and joins the battle for good. He's an obvious Ultraman rip-off, but he's also a cult favorite for his goofy design and his antics. He gets a lot of love from fans, Evangelion even references him in the Jet Alone episode, and it's easy to see why. He's not the strongest, but he's got spunk, character, and a catchy theme tune. You can't help but love him.

The same goes for the other debut creature, the titular Megalon. The Kaiju in this movie have so much personality, Megalon especially is super expressive. I love his child-like personality, where he gloats and taunts when he's winning but throws a tantrum when he isn't. He cackles and claps and slaps his butt, and despite having no facial expressions, he might as well be talking with how well the suit actor portrays his thoughts. My favorite is his obvious "what the hell" pose when Jet Jaguar and Godzilla escape his fire trap. He's also ridiculously pathetic, dumb as bricks, he ultimately gets knocked down by swallowing one of his own bombs. I love how he just lays there while Goji and JJ just stare at him with contempt. Even his final departure is hilarious with him face planting into a hole as it collapses onto him.

Gigan also makes his return, as cackling and sadistic as ever, and he matches Megalon's energy perfectly. They really do make a perfect duo, real team rocket energy of bumbling bafoons thinking they're badder than they actually are. Gigan's justification for being here is the best, the Atlantians straight up just call the cockroach aliens from the last movie and ask to borrow their monster. Sure, why not?

And of course, Godzilla is here too. He's a full on children's hero, accentuated by the goofy circus music that plays as he walks up to the battle. He's got some cool moments, like singlehandedly stomping both Megalon and Gigan when he first arrives and of course the iconic tail-slide kick.

Overall, many people lump this movie in with vs Gigan as the bottom of the barrel when it comes to the franchise, which I think is unfair. They're both similar movies in that they both live and die by the final battle. While vs Gigan had a really slow, boring fight that really didn't justify having to sit through the rest of the movie, vs Megalon has one of the most fun final battles in the series. If you can sit through the rather tediousn, but not all bad first hour of human plot, you get 20 minutes straight of some of the most expressive and enjoyable Kaiju action of the Showa era.

Interestingly, for some reason a US executive decided this was going to be the Godzilla movie to grab that American demographic, and it was marketed and distributed far more than nearly any film before it. While not an immediate success, it did result in this easily becoming the most common Godzilla outing in video rental stores and late night TV reruns. It shaped Godzilla's image in America more than any other film, for decades the name was synonymous with cheap costumes, goofy effects, and bad dubs. Even to this day, the Monsterverse's take on a heroic Godzilla fighting evil monsters has its roots going back here. Some people may hold resentment towards it for that, but for me personally, I really enjoyed it. It's not the best the Showa era has to offer, but it's certainly up there, so 7/10 seems fair to me.

[subcdkate]

31 Dec 2014 (2)

Entering the lobby of the Hotel Cecil I looked around and took in the early 20th century architecture, but after all of this time it was showing its age, a shadow of what it once was back in Los Angeles when it opened in the 1920's. Waiting for me across the room was a sleazy manager behind the front desk. This was where I had been directed, so I went along with the instructions. My main concern was how was I going to try to hide my made up feminine face with this older slobbish man, "Yeah, you want to check in? What's it going to be . . . by the hour or?" What was I suppose to answer? He just stared at me blankly and I finally pulled the cap off of my head and tugged off my big sun glasses, "Just for one night. a guest of Mr. Paul." He looked up and down and it made me feel like a whore, "Sure you don't need the room for few more days than that? We've got low weekly ." I batted my long lashes and played his game, "I saw that on the side of the building. No, just here for the January first celebration."

He looked down at a ledger on the desk and pulled an envelope from the back of it. Writing something down on the top page before handing me the envelope, but holding back the key for a moment, "It's a fifty dollar deposit. I'll keep your account active just in case you want to stay over past the first." We've got you booked in our most elegant room. It's our Presidential Suite located on the the top floor. I attempted to stifle a grin as I was thinking 'how much could the most expensive room be with that sign on the east side of the building. Low daily - weekly , and now it's also hourly'.

I was pleasantly surprised when I open the door to the suite as it was much more spacious than I had anticipated. The bedroom was set off slightly from the sitting area by a Chinese blind, and was actually quite livable for an out-of-date hotel until I looked out one of the windows and remembered I was in the rundown area of downtown. I could look down on the parking structure where my car was parked and also where the extra car key was hidden. Just seeing both from my room gave an added feeling of security if things went bad when I would make my permanent break before the end of the night.

As I checked my makeup in the mirror I started to wonder just how many women had been ducked in this room over the years, and just how much money changed hands for these sexual favors. It made me wonder what fate lays before me. Plus, weekly rates suddenly sounded like a good deal. I got lost in the fantasy for a few minutes which had getting the sissy slut in me a bit horny when the phone by the bed began ringing. It was Mr. Paul, "Gentlemen's Club, two blocks south of the hotel, it's located on the same side of the street as the Cecil. You'll need to quickly change into tonight's uniform back stage with the rest of the girls when you arrive. You have fifteen minutes to get here." Before I could say anything the phone connection was broken leaving me standing there with the phone buzzing.

As quickly as I could possibly move I grabbed the room key and exited the suite while pulling on my trusty ball cap disguise to help obscure my cover girl look. When I reached the elevators and pushed the down button nothing happened. I pressed it several times expecting the button to light up, but still nothing. I leaned in close to listen for the elevator, but again still nothing. I spotted a courtesy phone on a small table at the end of the hall and rushed over to it. When the hotel operator finally answered she explained, "Sorry, but the elevators are out of service right now for our yearly inspection."

Rushing to the door leading to the stairs, my mind was already running the numbers, ' floors, twenty seconds floor, and I already wasted more than two minutes on the elevator and still had two congested downtown blocks to still arrive ahead of the deadline. I almost immediately nearly took a tumble, so I had to slow down the pace of my decent. Fighting through the late afternoon pedestrians on the sidewalk was a battle, and of course when I finally saw the buildings sign the Gentleman's Club was located at the far end of the second block.

Upon rushing through the front door I was immediately met by Mr. Paul, who didn't look pleased with my late arrival, "What's your excuse Kate?" I quickly explained, "The elevators at the hotel were being inspected." He wouldn't even look at me as he stared at his watch, "That's still no excuse. You were thirty two seconds late. Another twenty right seconds and Fred would have done something drastic." I realized he was serious by the expression on his face, "We'll check your story. If you are telling the truth your safely on your way toward finishing your last night as our little Katie, but if you lied . . . " Mr. Paul trailed off his speech and pointed toward the doors leading from the tiny entry.

When I entered the main room of the strip club I was overwhelmed by the decorations for this party as the entire room looked like a scene of the 'Arabian Nights'. Mr. Paul walked up to my side and quietly told his little girl, "I'm hoping, whatever final decision you make, if you decide to permanently step away that you won't mind giving me a call from time to time?" I felt a smile cross my lips as I replied, "Nothing's been decided on my part, it will also depend on what everybody else wants." Mr. Paul patted my lightly on the ass and told my feminine self to get dressed, "You're no bimbo Kate, and smarter than most. Those brainless women always believe they are in complete control of the situation right up until they land on the auction block, and always thinking 'how did I wind up here?' My mind was made up now more than ever as I told myself under my breath, "And I WILL end this once and for all tonight."