#Rev 12

[spockvarietyhour]

Star Trek Prodigy "A Moral Star Pt. 2"

[wildandsmile]

Summary: When your brother leaves for America to tend to some pressing business, he found himself in need of a favor, which you were unaware of. Little did you realize that this favor came with an unexpected twist – a pink-haired man tasked with monitoring your every move.

Tw: Weird club group , Bad pick up lines, kidnapping, stalking, unknown backstabbing and guns

Wc: 4.6k

Kinks: Fingering, Degrading, Cream-pie, Praising, Sir Name, Squirting, Exhibition, Sub Reader, Dom Reo, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), humiliation, Choking, Rough Sex and Knife play.

An: Kinktober is still going to be finished but I will only do my days instead of all 31 by myself, hope y’all can understand also sorry if the story weird I just wanted to get something out.

Enjoy Kinktober day 12!

Your older brother, a legendary gang leader in the heart of Tokyo, certainly brought some complications into your life. No more regular school for you, as he worried about a target on your back, so homeschooling it was. But the real headache was that everyone knew your face and your connection to him. It felt like trouble followed you everywhere, with people trying to get to him through you. So, you can imagine his frustration when he had to jet off to America, leaving you here, all alone and unprotected.

He was in a real bind, torn between his trip to America and leaving you all alone. So, as he sat there in his chair, puffing on a cigarette, he suddenly remembered that Toman mentioned wanting an alliance. Your brother wasn't one to make alliances lightly, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He picked up the phone and dialed them, striking a deal: he'd form an alliance, but only if they watched over you while he was gone. They didn't hesitate to jump on the opportunity.

And that's how you ended up standing at your front door, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and pink panties, as you sleepily rubbed your eyes. There, you were greeted by a tall, pink-haired boy with star-shaped scars on the corners of his mouth. At first, you thought he must have had the wrong house, looking like he came to pick someone up for prom or something. But then it clicked – your brother had mentioned a pink-haired guy named Sanzu coming over to keep an eye on you. You couldn't quite recall the details because you'd zoned out when your brother explained it, something about him watching over you.

You barely had time to process it before you were shoved aside. Turning around, you found the guy already making himself at home, feet on your table and arms spread out on the edge of your couch. It irritated you, but you set that aside and approached him. After closing the door, you stood in front of him, hands on your hips, and decided it was time to lay down some ground rules.

"If you're going to be my bodyguard or whatever, we need to set some ground rules," you asserted, tilting your chin upward, trying to exude authority. The pink-haired man raised an eyebrow, and you continued, "Rule one: No breaking or messing up my or my brother's stuff, and get your feet off the table. Rule two: Don't follow me everywhere I go; I'll text you if I need your help or something. Rule thre—"

Your words were abruptly cut off as you noticed the man aiming a gun directly at your heart.

"Now you listen, princess," he declared, his voice oozing authority, "I'm the one who sets the rules here. I decide when you can come and go, who you can have over, and whose say matters. Your life is in my hands, so you'd better not get on my bad side. Do you understand ?"

The gun remained pointed at you as he spoke, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You started to walk away, but his gunshot into the floor stopped you in your tracks. "I said, do you understand me?" he growled, this time with a harsher and louder tone. You reluctantly turned back towards him and gave a quick nod, but in that instant, he fired at a vase right behind you.

"Use your words," he demanded, and you quickly forced out a hesitant, "Yes, sir."

With that, you made your way to your room and flopped onto your bed, pondering why your brother would choose a wild pink-haired lunatic, brandishing a gun at the slightest provocation, to protect his baby sister. You couldn't help but admit that the guy had some charm, but you quickly dismissed that notion from your mind, reminding yourself that you had school the next day.

Morning came, and your alarm blared, jolting you out of bed. You began your usual routine with some light stretches, a soothing hot bath, and a touch of makeup. However, when you emerged from your room into the dining hall, you were met with an unexpected sight. There were no servants awaiting your arrival, and there certainly wasn't any breakfast on the table. The only thing in sight was Sanzu, sprawled across the dining table like a model for a magazine cover, casually toying with your dartboard.

"What are you up to, and where are all the servants?" you inquired as you approached the man whose name you still hadn't obtained. He remained silent, seemingly oblivious to your presence, which was starting to irk you.

"I know you can hear me, Mister," you insisted, letting the last word linger as you searched for an unflattering nickname. Just as you were pondering, he finally spoke, "My name's Sanzu, and as for your servants, I sent them away. Can't be too trusting of anyone now that your brother's gone, not even me," he explained while lounging on the table.

You let out a sigh of frustration before heading to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. Fortunately, you weren't so much of a spoiled rich kid that you couldn't make your own food. After about an hour, you returned to find Sanzu seated at the table, knife and fork in hand, as if he'd been eagerly awaiting his meal.

You were on the verge of ignoring him, but as you settled into your seat, something zipped past your cheek. You turned to see a dart, and it was clear who was behind it – Sanzu, still facing the other way. You rolled your eyes and returned to the kitchen, offering a middle finger salute as you mumbled, "If you wanted some, you could have just asked, asshole."

With a plate of food for the irritating pink-haired man in hand, you placed it in front of him and returned to your own seat. You closed your eyes to say a quick prayer, which seemed to get on Sanzu's nerves. He looked at you and commented, "You know there's no one listening, right?"

You gazed at him, your eyebrow raised and a hint of annoyance in your expression. "And how would you know that?" you questioned.

His response was laced with a bitter laugh, "If there were a god, neither you, your brother, nor any other gang member would be in this mess. We'd be living peaceful, happy, and healthy lives, but here we are." With that, he got up and walked away.

You decided to brush off Sanzu's earlier comment and resumed your prayer before eagerly digging into your meal. Once you had finished, you retreated to your study to join your teacher for the day's online lesson. This had been your monotonous routine for nearly three weeks – no going outside, no friends over, just making breakfast for both you and Sanzu, then retreating to your study for the day's schooling.

Truth be told, you were growing tired of the routine and decided it was time for a little adventure, away from your exasperating bodyguard. After your lesson, you informed Sanzu that you were going to bed and that he didn't need to worry about dinner. He offered a quick nod and waved you off, engrossed in flipping through various TV channels.

Back in your room, you readied yourself for your secret plan. You gathered your phone, wallet, makeup, different shoes, and a change of clothes, determined to slip out unnoticed.

Once you had all your essentials in hand, you called your friends, making sure they were exactly where they told you to meet, ensuring the cameras wouldn't catch you or the getaway car. After receiving confirmation that all was clear, you quietly descended to your brother's study. For some peculiar reason, this was the only room in the house the cameras couldn't see.

You carefully slipped out of a nearby window, evading any prying eyes, and managed to reach your friend's car without being detected. The moment you hopped in, your friend sped away as quickly as possible. And that's how you ended up at this club, indulging in drinks and dancing your heart out. It had been a while since you'd had this much fun and freedom.

As always, there had to be someone ready to ruin the fun, and in this case, it was a group of someones - a mix of girls and boys who approached you and your friends, attempting to flirt with you while delivering some of the lamest jokes and cheesy pickup lines you'd ever heard. The once-joyful atmosphere was now tainted, and you were ready to take a seat.

However, just as you turned to walk away, one of the girls grasped your wrist, halting your exit, and tried to reassure you, saying, "Come on, doll face, don't be shy. We're just trying to have a little fun." You gazed at her with a twisted expression of disgust, quickly sizing her up from head to toe. In a harsh tone, you retorted, "Let me go." Despite your threatening words, she still didn't release you. Frustration mounting, you did what any reasonable person would do and delivered a punch right to her throat, causing her to stumble back in pain.

Your brother had imparted some skills to you, though nothing too extreme. Yet now, all that training paid off. With your friends in tow, you decided it was time to leave the group that had spoiled your night. Before you departed, your bestie turned back, playfully tazed the troublesome girl, and stuck her tongue out, saying, "Gotcha, bitch."

You all stopped at a nearby restaurant for a quick meal, even though it didn't take long since it was already dark. While eating, a nagging feeling persisted, as if someone was watching you, but as you scanned the surroundings, you couldn't spot anyone, so you brushed it off.

Eventually, you and the girls paid for your food and began walking back to the car. Yet that eerie sensation of being observed didn't dissipate. You whispered to the group, huddled close, expressing your concerns. They all agreed that something felt off. With a quick nod of agreement, you all broke into a sprint, heading for the safety of your car.

You arrived in no time, your heart racing as you piled into the car. Locking the doors for safety, your friend ignited the engine, and within moments, smoke began to fill the car. The acrid scent immediately tipped you off to the nature of the gas – a sleeping agent. You urgently instructed your friend to open the door, but no matter how hard you all tried, it wouldn't budge, and by then, it was too late.

As you regained consciousness, you found yourself face-to-face with a masked man. Despite your efforts, your limbs felt immobilized, and your struggles proved futile. The man stepped back and chuckled, remarking, "You're a feisty one, aren't you?"

He then turned to converse with another man in the room, their hushed words leaving you in the dark. Letting out a long sigh, you realized this wasn't your first kidnapping experience. But, for the first time, you felt a tinge of fear because your brother wasn't around to protect you.

He then turned to confer with another man in the room, speaking in hushed tones that left you in the dark. Exhaling deeply, you realized this wasn't your first kidnapping, but it was the first time you felt a creeping sense of unease, as your protective brother was nowhere to be found.

"What kind of games?" you managed to ask as sweat trickled down your face. The masked man remained silent for a moment, only dragging the knife's tip along your bare thighs. When he reached the part of your skirt that covered the rest of your legs, he paused, gazing up at you with a wicked grin.

"Oh, the fun," he purred as he sliced through your skirt. You recoiled, and the other two assailants closed in. Fear began to well up inside you, and it was only when one of them placed a hand on your shoulder that you couldn't contain it any longer. You screamed, "Help! Somebody, help me, please!"

The masked man with the knife pressed the blade against your skin, whispering sinister words before he was abruptly interrupted. The door burst open, and all eyes turned to the entrance. There, like a knight in shining armor, stood Sanzu.

"Hey, princess, close your eyes for me, won't you?" Sanzu's voice broke through, and as he leaned against the door frame, you obeyed, shutting your eyes. Soon after, you heard a cacophony of noises and groans, and then the sensation of your hands being released and your body being lifted.

As you opened your eyes, you found Sanzu carrying you. Glancing back at the guys who had been your captors, they were sprawled out on the floor. When you turned your gaze back to Sanzu, he was looking down at you with a radiant smile, blood trickling from the sides of his head, and you could tell it wasn't his blood.

Finally, an exit came into view. Sanzu gently set you down and looked you directly in the eyes, saying, "Stay. I need to settle some business with those guys from earlier, okay?" You didn't say anything; you merely nodded in response. With that, he turned and walked back to where you had come from.

·٠•●🩷𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖟𝖚 𝕻𝕺𝖁 🩷●•٠·

He returned to the cold, dimly lit hallway and reentered the room, finding the men still unconscious. Taking his time, he carefully moved them all to the room's center and began tying them up. Nearby, a bucket of water caught his eye, and he grabbed it, emptying its contents over the group of men. Predictably, they awoke, wriggling and squirming, which only elicited a chuckle from Sanzu.

The men turned their gaze toward him, their voices filled with confusion. "What the hell are you doing, man? This wasn't part of the deal," one of them protested. Sanzu merely rolled his eyes and approached, pressing a gun to the man's forehead. "And I don't recall giving you permission to touch her either, so it seems we've both broken our deal in some way," he retorted, increasing the pressure on the gun.

The man from the other side attempted to speak but was abruptly silenced when the gun went off. His lifeless body fell limp, and a pool of blood began to form beneath him.

"I can't stand it when people ask me dumb questions," Sanzu declared, his gun aimed at the remaining man, and another gunshot rang out. He had systematically taken down all the men in the room except the one standing before him.

The man trembled, his heart racing, and Sanzu reveled in the fear that danced across the man's face. It was this thrill that had drawn him to the world of gangs in the first place. However, his excitement waned when the man began to shout at him, "You're a freakin' monster, nothing but a sick freak!"

In response, Sanzu let out a long, manic laugh and danced around like a madman. Once he regained his composure, he fixed his gaze on the man and explained, "Of course, I'm a monster. That's why I orchestrated all of this – to appear as a hero in her eyes, so she couldn't see the true man-eater that I am."

The man attempted to speak again but was silenced by a bullet through his head. With a sigh, Sanzu returned to the door, making a swift phone call, "Hey, Rindou, send the clean-up team to my location." He hung up and then made his way back to you.

·٠•●🩷𝕰𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕻𝕺𝖁 + 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕾𝖐𝖎𝖕🩷●•٠·

You were back at the house, and in a hurry, you headed straight to your room, shutting the door behind you. Unbeknownst to you, Sanzu had followed you, and it wasn't until you closed the door to your room that you noticed his presence. You quickly opened the door and pulled him into your room, asking, "Do you mind staying with me, at least until I calm down?"

Rolling his eyes, he gave you a quick nod and headed over to your bed. He plopped down on it and patted the spot beside him, and you interpreted that as his invitation to join him. With that, you closed your door and made your way to his side.

The two of you watched TV for a while, enjoying each other's company. The atmosphere shifted when a steamy scene played out on the TV. You couldn't help but catch yourself glancing at Sanzu and then back at the screen. Yet, every time you looked at him, he appeared unfazed, his attention firmly fixed on the television.

The moment you glanced at him again and found him staring back, a shiver ran down your spine. It was only then that you finally spoke up. "You know, if you keep undressing me with your eyes, I might just freeze to death," he teased, sporting a cheesy grin that left you blushing.

"I wasn't undressing you with my eyes," you countered, trying to mask your embarrassment, "I was just looking at you to pick something out as a gift for saving me." You couldn't help but fib through your teeth, but Sanzu wasn't buying it.

He pinned you to the bed, now hovering over you, and declared, "Now, come on, princess, no need to lie." You attempted to protest, but he silenced you by pressing his lips against yours. The kiss didn't linger for long, but it left your mind feeling hazy, like pudding.

"How about you let me help you forget about what happened today? Consider it my reward and your stress reliever. What do you say?" Sanzu inquired, peering deeply into your eyes. In response, you gave a quick nod, prompting him to kiss your forehead and neck while uttering, "Just remember, you asked for this, princess."

·٠•●🩷𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙 🩷●•٠·

You keep your eyes closed as you groan and wriggle under his touch, savoring the feeling of the knife and his cold, numb fingers. You groan amusingly as you snap and trap the hand of the man with the pinker hair between your thighs.

The man replies, "Mmm, seems like you're ready for some fun," as he runs the blade of the knife down your stomach and watches you shudder with excitement. With a low voice, he says, "But first, we need to get you out of these clothes."

With that, he begins to carefully start cutting your large shirt with his knife, showing your exposed skin inch by inch.

After removing your shirt, he will straddle you while drawing patterns on your chest with a knife. "You know how much I love to play with you, don't you?" He grins and leans in for a kiss, then bites your neck. Slowly, teasely, he moves his free hand down your body in the direction of your underwear. "Let's see how much you can take" He adds, before sliding a finger under the elastic of your underwear and letting it go with a snap is other hand now setting the knife black on the table.

You recoil in horror and hiss as the stinging sensation hits your skin.

As he watches you lean into her touch, he chuckles gently and watches you with hungry eyes. He grins down at you and slides a finger under your pant elastic, rubbing his fingers gently between your folds. "You're so eager," he says. "But patience is a virtue, and I want to savor every moment," he says as he leans down to bite your nipple and sucks it into his mouth, setting aside the knife.

He mutters gently, "Mmm, you feel so good," as she continues to glide his hands expertly through your slickness, and his breath is hot against your skin. "You're so moist and so silky...You feel incredible under my fingers, but I think it's time for you to show me how badly you want it," he adds, sitting up and moving away with a sly grin on his face. Let me hear you grovel for it. "Beg me to touch you again and again."

You look into his eyes with desperation as you whisper, and you groan as you realize you won't be able to feel his touch again. "P-Please don't stop, I need your touch…please touch me. I'm pleading with you.

He laughs at your pleading and kisses you passionately, his fingers returning to your swollen clit. As he pulls away from the kiss, saying, "That's a good little pet," he watches you pant and wriggle against his, his touch remaining steady despite your throbbing core. To which he replied, "But I want to hear you say it louder."

If you don't respond, he'll get more aggressive, dropping his fingers to circle your wet hole and gently teasing it as your face contorts with pleasure.

Beg for it, already. As he asks, "How badly do you want to come?" his hands move rapidly and tightly against you, sparking a fire deep within you.

"Fuckk…Please don't cancel my trip; I really need to be here. You start to scream, but it doesn't help; he pulls away his hand and stands by the side of the bed.

Sanzu's mouth curved into an alluring grin as his fingers traced the curves of your trembling stomach, inching tantalizingly closer to the flimsy cloth that barely covered your alluring curves. He eagerly drew it down, longing to feel his hand disappear behind the plush velvet. As his fingertips brushed over your tantalizingly bare thighs, they inched ever so little closer to your yearning core, and your breath caught in your throat.

What's the point, "Come on don’t tell me I turned you into a dumb slut already yet, princess?" He poked his finger inside your cunt, laughing at how tightly the walls gripped his finger.

Knowing that keeping your tongue quiet was going to be impossible, you said, "Fuck," but you didn't want the moment to end since you were so attracted to him. You needed him badly. With your eyes closed, you muttered, "Fuck, Sanzu," again.

You began making low whimpers and groans as he pushed it in and out of you, causing your breathing to become irregular. When Sanzu inserted his middle finger and ramped up her speed, you tossed your head back in an instant because you wanted to hear more of the amazing noises you created particularly for him. And he was completely content with everything. You started repeating her name under your breath when he got to the portion of the speech that always made you roll your eyes back in your head.

He said softly, "You're making such a pretty mess princess, look at you." It was the mix of his chilling voice and deft hands that gave you the old familiar feeling of dread.

I like how flexible you are in my hands. He gushed, "You take me so well," as he raised your skirt fabric once more to examine your cunt with his free hand. As they dripped from your thighs, he saw that your fluids were soaking through his hand and collecting at your feet. Unable to contain his hilarity, he let out a whistle at the location.

You lowered your sight to the place where he met your body and moaned in shock because you couldn't believe how soaked you were for him. If you thought Sanzu turned you on, seeing your body react to his touch was a whole other experience.

While his enormous, thick fingers stretched out your cunt in the alley, all you could hear were wet moans. The ease with which his fingers glided into your cunt was almost mortifying. You would feel guilty about it if you weren't getting fucked out by him, but you didn't care.

"I'm- I'm so close! Close your eyes and dig your nails into his shoulder blades as you beg him not to stop.

Sanzu spoke softly in your ear, "Cum for me, princess," as you closed your eyes and agape your mouth in search of your high. You were on the edge of passing out from the exertion, yet he didn't stop his moves on your body until you practically begged him to.

After you've squirted all over his hands, he'll proudly observe your messy state as he pulls out each finger and brings it to his mouth to be sucked clean. Your eyes were glistening and your lips were bitten because you were too tired to talk. Your tits were almost visible now that your dress barely covered your upper torso.

You finally took a deep breath, but before you could adjust to his massive frame, he lined up his cock with your now too sensitive cunt and drove his throbbing cock within. You wept because carrying his presence within you was driving you crazy. After rubbing your clit in rough circles with his left palm, Sanzu made a series of low groans. And his right made its way to your thirst, landing softly on your throat and making you and Sanzu feel like you were about to cum.

You look great like a filthy little cum slut ready to get filled, but what you don't get to cum is what makes you look great. So feel free to cry on my cock while I decide if you can continue to breathe. You whimpered as your nails dug painfully into his wrist. Slowly, your disorientation returned. When I tell you to, princess, you'll cum on my cock. While his mouth was close to yours, he started talking. His voice cracked with effort, and you could hear him taking small breaths.

The messed up expression on your face as you moaned, "M'mm yes sir, promise not to cum until I'm told" only served to make Sanzu more aggressive.

After giving you a couple more sharp thrusts, Sanzu says, "Good girl," again. When he hits the sweet spot again and time again, a sound like a scream comes from deep within your chest. He let go of your neck a little while ago.

"Cum." Your eyes suddenly went white as the demand reached your ears. While you were having an orgasmic experience, you could feel his hips jitter against yours.

He gently backed away, admiring the sight of you straining to stand up with your legs spread wide and his sperm seeping out of you into the cold ground. After cleaning you up the two of you lay in bed looking at each other and you say “I never thought we would get to this point” with that Sanzu lets out a hard laugh before pulling you into a deep kiss and goes “Never did I”. And with in that moment the room to your door opens is you brother and without he say “What fuck is this”

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

First time trying this but made a tr quiz for anyone interested, you can figure out how you'd die in the tr universe! Good luck surviving out there ;)

[tr-mha-fan]

Daily Reminder

Your daily reminder that Chifuyu, Kisaki, AND Naoto are all 13 years old.

[fishareglorious]

They're such fucking nerds I want to gently whack them with a squeaky toy hammer

[rev-velvet]

Do NOT play with me rn, cause I am 100% gaslighting myself into believing Octavio may or may not have had a hand(tentacle?) in producing the music for Blushing Tide

[cherxyx]

12 Days Of Christmas My True Love Sent To Me...

To start off the Holiday season right, I wanted to base a work on one of my favorite Christmas songs.

Spicy Ver.

(These are modern objects/items and these gifts may not fit with your aesthetic. There will be a bunch of random characters.)

BTW: These are my opinions and if there is an anime character that is a CHILD then the age is not changed and the action of the verse is in a friendly/caregiver way not a relationship way!!

Kids in pink (let me know if I missed any) If not pink then they're aged up to around 18-19. If older then their age stays the same.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent me a bouquet of flowers that were gingerbread-themed.

Sugawara, Tanjiro, Shouko Nishimiya, Tohru, Nezkuo, Izuku, Hinata, Uraraka, Asahi  (anybody else you want).

On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent me two matching sets of Christmas pjs.

Yachi, Kirishima, Mina, Eren, Yuji, Mikey, Bokuto, Tanaka, Gojo, Todoroki, Bakugo, (anybody else you want)

On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent me three matching necklaces.

Mikasa, Eren, Kita, Nanami, Mina, Tsuyu, Mikey, Miyuki, Nezuko, Anya, Geto, (anybody else you want)

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent me four puppies.

Kei, Nanami, Mina, Kaminari, Draken, Gon, Baji, Geto, Tendō (anybody else you want)

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent me five golden rings.

Oikawa, Megumi, Nobara, Tsuyu, Draken, Nezuko, Geto, Sukuna, Momo, Asahi  (anybody else you want to)

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent me six lip oils.

Miya Twins, Kei, Gojo, Tsuyu, Mikey, Michiko, Go Matsuoka, Baji, Sukuna, Eita, Ukai, (anybody else you want to)

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent me a seven layered cake.

Nanami, Kaminari, Kuroo (anybody else you want)

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent me eight different shades.

Suna, Gojo, Mina, Jiro, Draken, Shuji, Miyuki, Coffee, Killua, Baji, Bakugo, Tobio, (anybody else you want to)

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent me nine dangle earrings.

Toji, Suna, Nobara, Mina, Draken, Canary (idk why but i feel like she would), Coffee, Geto, Momo, Tobio (anybody else you want to)

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent me a ten-book series.

Yachi, Kei, Tsuyu (anybody else you want)

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent me eleven new makeup brushes.

Miya Twins, Eren, Toji, Nobara, Kaminari, Jiro, Mikey, Coffee, Go Matsuoka, Kenma, Daichi, Ukai (anybody else you want to)

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent me twelve sweet kisses.

ANYONE YOU WANT

[reverie-starlight]

this is horrible. the love interest in the book I’m reading (who is painfully my type) reminds me too much of this guy I used to talk to 😐

[bizarre-blorbo-bracket]

Round 3 Poll 4: Rev. Green from Cluedo vs Davis (Juror 8) from Twelve Angry Men

Propaganda:

Rev. Green:

1) Literally just a random board game character 😪 2) Ok so basically here’s the deal. One day, about a year and a half or two years ago, I saw some random thing related to Clue online. I (dual U.S. American and Russian citizen, because I was born in America to an immigrant parent, I PROMISE this is important) was confused because among the cast of characters was “Mr. Green”. Now, I hadn’t played Clue in a very long time. It wasn’t my favorite game as a kid, my only memories of it were wanting to play as Ms. Peacock and then my brother taking her and making me pick someone else, but I was pretty confident the character was Reverend Green. What happened? Was he excommunicated?? I kind of figured the name was just changed to reflect a more secular culture and that I had unknowingly played an old copy of the game as a kid.

But it fascinated me. So I spent months on and off researching the topic. (poorly, might I add, it wasn’t a complicated issue. But still.) I found out about many changes from version to version. Clue Junior, Clue VCR Mystery, Clue Master Detectives, all of it. And the whole time, Green was there to greet me in each new version. It was the first thing I always checked. Was he Mister or Reverend? I found out in one version he was a defrocked priest turned businessman, and in another a scam artist who pretended to be a member of the clergy to pull of a scheme. Closer. I ran polls, I went to irl Clue events, and eventually I found what I was looking for the whole time. Green was a Reverend in the 1944 patent of the game, and the subsequent 1949 U.K. release of Cluedo. But, because of fear that U.S. Citizens would take issue with a member of the church being suspected of murder, Parker Brothers changed the name to Mister Green for the U.S. release.

That all could have taken me five minutes of googling, but honestly the chase made the result so much more worth it. And yet, there was something more there in the back of my mind. This all was well and good, but why was I so sure of the U.K. version of the name? My father’s family is Irish so we have a pretty healthy hatred of all things British, there’s no way my dad would’ve had us play that version of the game. Right? But thanks to a response from a poll I ran, I found out that the German version also went with Reverend. Because Green is an Anglican, I kind of assumed that the U.S. change might have been carried over into other international releases. But no! That made me realize that Mister Green is an outlier and that almost all languages of the game use Reverend. So then last night the pieces finally clicked together. I asked my mom to confirm a hunch I had, not expecting her to at all remember something this trivial. Like I said, I didn’t play it much as a kid. Maybe we didn’t even own a copy, and I had just played it at a library or a hurricane shelter or a relative’s house or something. But she remembered. We did, in fact, own the game. Not just any version, but a RUSSIAN COPY. I unknowingly grew up with Cluedo! So I had every reason to believe it was Reverend Green and be confused when I heard otherwise.

Tl;dr, minor version difference between Russian and American copies of a board game gave me a hyperfixation and a blorbo.

Davis (Juror 8) (these are all from the single submitter)

a quick lil list babes, and I apologise for all of this in advance:

He's from the fucking film 12 angry men. like, aside from letterbox bootlickers and middle school hass students NO ONE has watched this film let alone care about it, it was made in 1957, is shot almost exclusively in one room and the entire film is just middle aged white men yelling at each other over whether some not white poor kid should be sent to the electric chair. what the fuck.

Henry Fonda, the actor, was 52 years old at the time of filming

Henry Fonda is the father of Jane Fonda, the woman who would revolutionise the 80's with her home workouts and her blindingly neon leg warmers.

His name wasn't revealed until the very end of the film and even then it's just "Davis."

I could honestly give him a lil smooch

He's absolutely not girlypop but he's the ally-iest ally who's ever allied

He's categorised as a "Benevolent Leader" on the Heroes Wiki

instead of the overwhelming urge for me to coddle him like most all other blorbos, i would appreciate it switched

I have a photo of him inside my saxophone case and sometimes i forget he's in there, then he creeps into my saxophone bell and when I play it he shoots out like a ballistic missile

Dude, on ao3 there's more fanfiction about the real life 80's British punk band The Clash than the entire film of 12 angry men, let alone Davis (80 fics come up under the clash, while 10 come up for 12 angry men)

I have a counter, and I've watched 12 Angry men a total of 145 times. The figure is up on my wall in tallies. whenever the number goes up, I like to watch it in 5's so then I can put another full group of tallies on my wall.

I have incredibly detailed stories about how Davis would boogie down to ringo starr's solo career, and they're written within the margins of a book called Tobruk written by Peter Fitzsimons. The only reason I reread that book is to wonder at my elaborate works of fiction

My HASS teacher was the one to introduce me to 12 Angry Men as he played it for the entire class. He gave us a set of questions to complete on the film and a few Law based questions as a little treat, and he expected it to be handed in the next day. What he didn't expect was an 11 page monster of a response that included social commentary, 4 paragraphs dissecting the character of Davis alone, deeply discussed comparisons between the landscapes of politics and law in the 50's to the present, and basically an entire point-for-point summarisation of the film, completed with obscure quotes from Truman, Eisenhower, Nixon and Presley (Elvis). He presented the printed masterpiece in front of the entire class to shame me.

After class he explained how his favourite Juror would either be 6 or 5, because 6 seems like a big dumb teddybear and he just liked 5. I explained how I liked Davis because he didn't want to send a kid to die, then he told me how Davis would make a good cowboy (at this point in time I was unaware of Henry Fonda's role in Once Upon A Time in The West) and I proceeded to go home and write a 3 part orchestral composition that I could pretend would play as the soundtrack to Juror 8: A Cowboy's Tale or something like that

I had started to make an animation meme starring Davis but only gave up when photoshop literally deleted itself from my laptop

I didn't even hear that Juror 8's name was Davis when I first watched it in class, somehow I only heard it on my 6th rewatch but when I did I literally got so excited I literally got winded and cried a little bit, I had to take a panadol because I got so lightheaded

I have learned the musical motif that plays throughout the film on saxophone, clarinet, recorder, guitar, bass, ukulele, piano and trumpet

I have visions of him

One of Davis' 3 children HAS to be gay and nothing can convince me otherwise

honest to god I'd be a home wrecker if it came to him

I quote not only Davis but the film a lot, and sometimes in the dead silence of all my friends I go on about how the old man couldn't have possibly made it to the door in such a short amount of time to see the kid running down the stairs (because the old man has a limp, and Davis proved it my limping around the room, which I have to say was incredibly attractive of him)

He's literally an architect

I once had a dream where Davis was in my bass guitar case when I opened it, and i literally just picked him up and started picking him like a bass guitar until I tried to play a full chord and he bit the hand that was meant to be on the fretboard. I dropped him and he fell on his ass, and when I said "what the hell dude what was that for" he said bass chords are lowkey ugly to listen to, and since then i don't like playing bass chords because now they're lowkey ugly to listen to. before this ordeal, i enjoyed them, but alas

i once got my romantic partner to write me a davis x reader fanfiction as a birthday present

my parents believe that Davis is my first celebrity crush, and while they're actually wrong it's still actually so embarrassing they believe that because OH MY GOD it's literally JUROR 8 FROM 12 ANGRY MEN

I've attempted slam poetry about him

I've eaten a paper printed full a4 size photo of his hand

I would also not mind him to be literally my father, but given the rest of the things I've just said about him that's really weird and I recognise that

[spockvarietyhour]

Star Trek Prodigy "A Moral Star Pt. 2"

[ttngummybear]

I wish every purposely loud car driver a very get viciously mauled by a flock of pissed off seagulls (who also strip the car down to its base frame like cartoon piranhas).

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Aww Koko's new game animation, he looks so nervous when it starts going faster

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Bowen's Daily Meditations

by Rev. George Bowen

Devotional for May 23, 2023

"They shall look upon me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn." - Zechariah 12:10

Think not that they who were personally concerned in the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus Christ, were sinners above all the sinners of the world. Christ on the cross, the righteous Advocate, was able to find something extenuating in their conduct. " They know not what they do." Afterwards, when they saw what they had done, when the Spirit of Pentecost made him known as the Prince of life, many of them repented of their sin, and made haste to believe upon him. The measure of knowledge is an important element in determining the measure of sin. The measure of the means of knowing, let us say rather. There are thousands who are every day guilty of conduct as odious in the sight of heaven as that of the parties who nailed Christ to the cross, and thrust a spear into his side. These indeed, were mere Roman soldiers, having no personal animosity to Christ, whose language even they did not understand; the guilty parties of that scene did not themselves lift a finger against Christ. And their guilt falls immeasurably short, as we have said, of many who now live, read the Gospel, speak about it, profess to look to Christ for salvation, and yet utterly falsify his religion in their practice. When men attributed his blessed works and words to satanic influence, the heart of Christ was pierced; but it is even more pierced when men profess to be his disciples, and by continuance in sin teach the world that Christ has no objection to sin. These are engaged in crucifying the Son of God afresh. They crucify his love with their contentions; his holiness with their profane conduct; his justice with their unrighteousness; his mercy with their unmercifulness; his truth with their deceit; his generosity with their selfishness. They crucify him by falsifying him. Some pierce him by denying his divinity; some by teaching that he will save all, whether they repent or not; some by withholding his Gospel from the multitude; some by exalting a mere ceremony to a glory above that of Christ; some by substituting a crucifix for him; some in one way, some in another. All whose life, teaching, conversation, go to. misrepresent or degrade Christ be they as numerous as they may, as admired as you please, they are piercing Christ, and they shall mourn. The thing which will fill Christ’s meek ones with ineffable joy, will fill the hearts of these professors with anguish that no tongue can describe.

[bwambiee]

BROOO I HATE DRIVING AT NIGHT it’s so annoying bc ppl be tailgating me so often LIKE MAN LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME LISTEN TO RICH BRIAN’S NEW SONG IN PEACE 😫

[mikeys-bike-slut]

Part 13

Sorry for the delay and I'm sorry it's so short but I hope you guys will enjoy it!

Previous parts

Warnings: crack, some angst, fl00fy Mitsuya

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mikey is ANGY

It has been a month since that day. Recovering was hard and in all honesty I am still recovering, if I move to quick or strain my abdomen too much I get sharp pain jolting through my body but as long as I take it easy I'm fine. Mitsuya basically became a baby sitter, meanwhile in the beginning I found sweet towards the end of the month he was driving me insane, but in all honesty if it wouldn't have been for his strict care and supervision I probably wouldn't have healed as quick as I did, but still...

Draken barely wanted to leave my side in the beginning and Mikey was an absolute pest, he basically moved into my apartment and Draken had to take care of both of us cause it's Mikey, he couldn't even look after a gold fish if he needed to. It didn't actually take long for the handsome beanpole to quite literally throw the young blonde out of my apartment, but it's Mikey... you can not get rid of him. Mikey simply climbed through any window he found open like some desperate stray cat, until Mitsuya let him know that there was some new gang who's stirring trouble which finally got Mikey off of our back. I was curious about the new gang but later found out there was no gang what so ever Mitsuya just made that up to get Mikey away and got the 2nd Division guys to dress up so Mikey can chase 'em around Tokyo. It was all fun and games until the entire 2nd Division was beaten to a pulp when Mikey found them and bless their loyal heart to Takashi, non of them actually revealed who they are. Once Mitsuya ran out of men and his entire division was covered in bruises and broken bones he decided to come clean to our commander. Apparently Mikey took it quite well but god actually knows whether he did or not, if I were Mitsuya I'd sleep with one eye open. 

About Kazutora... One of Emma's friend, Hinata has a brother who actually works as a cop and with his help we got a date for a visit with him. I didn't tell Mikey, I didn't want to tell Draken either but he over heard Mitsuya and I talking so I had to tell him the entire story, he was pissed off at first but slowly understood why I wanted to talk to him.  He agreed and sworn not to tell Mikey, and he kept his word until the very day of the visit.

"Not gonna lie as much as I'm nervous I'm kind of excited to see Tora" I smile as I look at Mitsuya who just gives me a smile but suddenly his smile disappear as he just stares behind me and cusses. I turn around to see what's going on and my heart skips a beat as I find Mikey standing there with once again and empty look in his eyes. "Taka... please leave us" 

"Ang-" he'd protest but I just give him a serious look that was enough for him to know I wasn't kidding around. He nods then walks out, leaving the commander and I alone in a suffocating, growing silence. 

We both stand there in quiet, I am almost scared to speak, somehow I feel like I betrayed him even if that was not the truth. My thoughts were running wild and for the first time in months I terrified, terrified of what he will do.

"Why?" suddenly the silence is broken by his low tone as he looks at me with those dark onyx eyes. 

"Because that's what Shin would want-" 

"Don't you dare drag my brother into this!" he barks at me interrupting my sentence, making a shiver run down my spine. I never been scared of Mikey until that moment... the anger reflecting in his eyes are something I have not seen since that very day when he almost killed Tora. "Do what ever you want but don't you dare show your face in Toman ever again" he says with a venomous tone that just rips through me, then he just walks off.

"Did you ever stopped and think why Tora became the monster he is?!" I suddenly burst out as I turn around and look at him making him come to a sudden stop. I almost expect him to just yell at me but he just shakes his head without turning around and just walks out slamming the door behind him. 

I stand there as my whole body is shaking trying to decide if I want to punch something or if I wanna break down crying. A whirlpool of emotion run through me as I just stare at the door, not knowing what exactly am I supposed to do. Do I go after him? Am I wrong? Before I could fall even deeper into the dark void of overthinking a hand on my shoulder pulls me back into reality, offering me a life line from this sea of drowning thoughts. 

"He'll calm down, just give him some time" Mitsuya says softly and offers me a small smile. "How about we bake some cookies for Kazutora?" 

"Sounds perfect, Taka" I smile then I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight.

"You'll be fine, girlie" he smiles and holds me close then presses a kiss onto the top of my head. 

After we baked some cookies for Kazutora and put them in a basket along with some other necessities we thought he might need Mitsuya had to go and I've been left alone with my thoughts.  While I was with Taka I was able to escape the overthinking but the second I was on my own it resurfaced its ugly head. Was Mikey serious? Will he serious kick me out of Toman just because I want to see Tora? This is how our friendship will end? Was he in the wrong? Was I in the wrong? The question flooded my mind and I felt like I'm going to drown. To avoid falling into the deep I decided to take a shower, I still had a few hours before I get to see Tora. I hoped that the hot water will wash away the raging waves of overthinking. 

Just as I thought, the second the steaming liquid touched my skin my mind switched off and allowed me to escape my mind for a short while just enjoying the hot blanket the shower placed on me. I don't know how long I have been under there but once I shut off the water I felt refreshed and calm, just as I intended. I climbed out and dried myself off lazily then wrapped the towel around me, fortunately my small apartment been nicely isolated so meanwhile outside the snow slowly started falling inside was warm enough to just walk around in a towel, which I enjoyed for a moment until I looked at the time.

"Shit!" I cuss as it's 8.00pm. Our meeting with Kazutora is at 8.30pm. Shit, shit, shit. 

As I run into my bedroom frantically looking for some warm clothes I don't even notice that Mitsuya not here yet, he usually arrives an hour before any appointment because he loves riding responsibly so it takes double the time to reach any destination. I quickly throw some jeans and my tiger striped soft plush pullover then throw everything I need into my bag meanwhile trying to call Takashi but it goes straight to voicemail. I growl and just shove my phone into my pocket then after grabbing the basket from the kitchen counter I grab my keys, well Baji's keys. After my bike been totalled the guys decided it's only fitting if I inherit Baji's trusted Suzuki. 

"Fuck!" I cuss as I try to lace my boots but realized I put them up on the wrong foot,  I quickly fix my mistakes then put on my leather jacket and grab my helmet then I race out even forgetting to lock my door but that is the last thing I could care about in that moment. 

"Come on girlie" I say as I sit up on Goki and try to start her but the motor just literally coughs at me. "Don't do this to me!" I almost yell at the vehicle but she said a big nope. I let out a frustrated yell and just as I about to have a nice break down I suddenly hear a very familiar exhaust behind me. Babu? I turn around and to my shock it's Mikey on his trusted Honda giving me yet another empty look. 

"Get on" he says then turn his head back onto the road. 

"I don't have time for your-"

"Do you wanna see 'Tora or not?" that's all he asks and without a word I hurry up to him and sit up behind him clenching the basket in my arms.

The second I'm behind him Mikey speeds off, in my mind I have no doubt that we will make it in time. I don't know what is going through Mikey's head, is he coming to actually kill Tora? I mean prison's close enough... 

After a good 15 minutes later we arrive at the car park of the prison. Though I appreciated the speed my exposed skin can't say the same about the snow flakes hitting them at 80 mph in the middle of the cold winter air. 

"Thanks Manji, I'll be back-" but before I could continue he cuts me off... again. 

"I'm coming too" he says with an emotionless voice as he gets off of his bike then helps me off and even offers to bring the basket for me. Sometimes he is an entire fucking puzzle that probably even Sherlock Holmes couldn't solve. 

I want to protest but I can see it in his eyes that he is not gonna back down. I start to get a bad feeling, as much as I know he is level headed he also can be extremely hot-headed. 

"Hold on..." I say softly then step in front of him and give him a soft kiss as I run my hand down his torso.

"You really think I'm stupid enough to bring a weapon to a place being full of cops?" he cocks a brow almost looks offended and I just give him a shrug. 

"It's you Sano, you can't ever surprise me" I say as I step away and start walking towards the entrance.

"I'm here with you" he says and I just stay quiet. Touché.

Once we go through the mandatory security checks the officer leads us to Naoto who's already waiting for us then he leads us down a narrow, white and quiet hallway. The closer we get to the room my anxiety starts to grow stronger and stronger, not enough I don't know how Tora will react seeing me but now I have to worry about the one person murder squad by my side. If this isn't gonna end in yet another arrest that's going to be a miracle... 

[cherxyx]

12 Days of Christmas My True Love Sent to Me...

To start off the Holiday season right, I wanted to base a work on one of my favorite Christmas songs.

Spicy Ver.

Sweet Ver.

(These are modern objects/items, and these gifts may not fit with your aesthetic. There will be a bunch of random characters.)

BTW: I choose to let you guys decide on this one and not everything has a link to it. I only did certain people for certain things but the rest is up to you guys to decide. (Tell me in the comments)

⚠️Ones I named are aged up⚠️

Continuing to read is consenting to read a work that is spicy

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent me one pair of winter theme lingerie.

Anyone you want (I think of Sugawara).

On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent me two smut filled books.

Anyone you want (I think Yachi, Mikey, Gojo, Todoroki.)

On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent me three MAC lipsticks.

Anyone you want (I think Mikasa, Eren, Kita Nanami.)

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent me four sets of laced robes.

Anyone you want (I think Nanami and Draken).

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent me five different sets of cuffs.

Anyone you want

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent me six ball gags in your favorite colors.

Anyone you want

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent me a seven spicy chocolates.

Anyone you want (I think of Hinata)

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent me eight different toys🥴.

Anyone you want

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent me nine different laced underwear .

Anyone you want

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent me a sex kit filled with 10 items

Anyone you want

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent me eleven adult card games.

Anyone you want

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent me a Love Honey advent calendar.

ANYONE YOU WANT