#animation cram session

[newgabeorder]

Am I the only one who misses the Saturday morning animation cram session lineup?

Throughout the past few weeks, I have been dedicating myself to running marathons of the final season to the 2019 FRUITS BASKET series. Lately, I've been thinking why it's taking me longer to return to the regularly-scheduled programming for Saturday mornings. As it turns out, I had to wait until May 25 to do that.

This morning, I have a three-episode Slayers mini-marathon to let Saturday morning viewers get caught up just in case they missed out on the FUNimation Spotlight Show (Toon Time Theater's April Fools Stunt). This explains why I delayed ZOM 100 episode premieres and the FRUITS BASKET: The Final Season reruns. If you wanted more of these series, you will have to wait until June 1, following the premiere of the T3 Express after-school cartoon block.

[hoshifighting]

hi hi could you do an fwb2lovers wonwoo with some angst but happy ending? I really love your works!!! thank you 😊

Friends with Benefit to Lovers - Wonwoo

a/n: thank you for all the luv, xoxo 💋❤️

warnings: suggestive ending, angst, fluff, being left out, reconciliation.

you and Wonwoo have been tight since freshman year, forged through late-night cram sessions, shared slices of greasy pizza, and endless games of FIFA. it's that kind of friendship where you know each other's quirks better than your own.

one friday evening, you find yourselves at a frat party, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and the bass from the speakers pounding against your chest, you're just happy to be along for the ride, nursing a red cup of something that tastes suspiciously like punch.

you watch from a distance as a girl from Wonwoo's course sidles up to him, their conversation growing more animated by the minute. part of you wants to intervene, to remind Wonwoo of your existence, but another part—the stubborn part—refuses to budge. so you sit there, nursing your drink and pretending not to care. 

you had drunk so much that the party went by too quickly, the cheap alcohol from the punch felt like a punch to your liver. some of your friends still tried to talk to you, but your social battery had already run out.

so, you stay put on the worn-out couch, drowning your thoughts in another cup of punch that's probably more sugar than anything else. the party is winding down, people stumbling out the door in twos and threes, but you're stuck here, waiting for Wonwoo's ride back to the dorms.

time stretches on, each minute feeling like an eternity as you wait for Wonwoo to notice you. finally, he appears in front of you, his expression unreadable. "let's go?" he says, his tone flat.

you stand up without a word, ignoring his outstretched hand as you make your way to the door. the car ride is suffocating in its silence, each passing mile stretching the tension between you until it feels like it might snap.

back in the dorm, you head straight for the bathroom, needing a moment to yourself. as you're drying your hair with a towel, Wonwoo's voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "why are you like this?" he demands, his frustration palpable.

you whirl around, towel still clutched in your hand. "remembering my existence now?" you snap. Wonwoo's taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks.

you square your shoulders, refusing to back down.

"it means you've been ignoring me all night, and now you expect me to act like everything's okay? i'm not a mind reader, Wonwoo. i can't just pretend like nothing's wrong."

"are you telling me this because of soojin?" he asks, his voice tinged with frustration.

you roll your eyes, unable to mask your irritation. "like it's not obvious," you mutter under your breath.

Wonwoo's expression softens, and he takes a step closer, reaching out as if to touch your arm. "look, she's just a girl from my class. we were talking about a new project, that's all. there's no need to feel jealous."

you scoff, cutting him off before he can finish.

"jealous? you think i was jealous?" you shoot back, incredulous. "no, i wasn't. i just didn't want to go to a party and be alone the whole fucking time!"

you let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

"yes, i was with my friends," you concede, your tone softer now. "but i came with you, Wonwoo. and i... i wanted to spend time with you."

"i know, i know," he starts, his tone apologetic yet tinged with frustration. "but i thought you'd be fine with your friends for a bit. i didn't mean to make you feel left out."

you let out a heavy sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

"it's not just about being fine with my friends," you say, your voice quieter now, tinged with hurt. "i came here with you, Wonwoo. i wanted to spend time with you. but instead, i felt like i was just tagging along while you hung out with someone else."

Wonwoo's shoulders slump, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck.

"i didn't realize you felt that way," he admits, his voice quiet.

"well, now you do," you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. "and it sucks feeling like i'm just some afterthought."

you collapse onto the couch, the weight of the argument draining every ounce of energy from your body. you're exhausted, emotionally spent, and all you want to do is close your eyes and forget about the whole thing.

but before you can even think about resting, Wonwoo kneels down in front of you, his expression soft with concern. you meet his gaze, the weariness in your eyes mirrored in his own.

"hey," he says gently, reaching out to take your hand in his. "are you okay?"

you nod, a small sigh escaping your lips. "yeah," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo squeezes your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "i'm really sorry about earlier," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "i didn't mean to upset you."

you manage a weak smile, the tension in your chest easing slightly at his words. "it's okay," you assure him, the weight of the argument already starting to feel lighter.

Wonwoo leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "i just want you to know that you mean a lot to me," he murmurs, his words a whispered promise. "I didn't realize how much my actions were affecting you. you're not just some afterthought, I promise."

you feel a weight lift from your chest as he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. 

his tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring every crevice with a familiarity that makes you mewl. you melt into his embrace, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as if you never want to let him go.

that was another thing about Wonwoo – he had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world, like nothing else mattered except the two of you in that moment.

as the kiss deepens, you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours, the taste of him lingering on your tongue like a sweet addiction.

he pull back slightly so both of you can breathe.

"you're not just my friend," wonwoo confesses, "you're... you're so much more than that."

your heart feels like it's about to burst from your chest as you search his eyes.

"I've been scared to say it, scared to admit it even to myself," Wonwoo admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "but I can't deny it any longer. I love you."

"I love you too," you whisper, the words spilling from your lips before you can stop them. "I've loved you for so long."

he kisses your forehead, your lips, giving the smile that you've always loved.

you pull back, caressing his chin and jaw with your hands.

"you know," you murmur, "just because you're sorry doesn't mean i'm going to go easy on you."

Wonwoo chuckles "i wouldn't expect anything less," he replies.

you smirk, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you. "good," you say, your tone teasing. "because i have a few ideas about how you can make it up to me."

[modern-gremlin]

Morning Errands | Sebastian SDV — Married Life 🔞

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: Sebastian (SDV) x afab!reader

Summary: You need Sebastian's help with beginning-of-season errands. If only there was a way you could "wake him up".

Tags: Husband!Sebastian, Smut, established relationship, detailed descriptions of sex, a dash of fluff. NSFW Tags below the cut.

Word Count: 2,900 (I did it, a fic under 5,000 words lol) A/N: Fun Fact — this idea started as a non-SDV related adult animation concept I was in early development of. I unfortunately do not have a lot of time for animating things anymore, so it's definitely more feasible to write it down. PLUS, I just love quickly shooting these stories out — better spat out here than rotting in my brain!!

It was really fun to rewrite it to fit the Stardew Valley world; I think it just gives me so much more to work with. Especially when it comes to writing about the world in detail. (and I get to feed my Sebastian brainworms <33) Hope you enjoy the read xoxo

NSFW Tags: morning sex, foreplay (dry humping), some dirty talk (mostly teasing), oral (male receiving), overstimulation, creampie

"Seb? Seeeeebb, it's 6:40," you say softly with a gentle shake of his arm, "we gotta get going." Still unwilling to move from his comfortable spot on the bed, Sebastian stifles a sleepy groan in response. It's always been hard to wake him up — that's something you knew even before you married him. Working freelance comes with the blessing and curse of setting your own work schedule, which means late night cramming sessions are a normal occurrence. You don't really blame him for wanting to sleep in, but today, he promised to help you with your ever-growing list of morning chores.

You run your fingers through his hair, lightly brushing the dark strands off his cheek with the back of your fingers. He just looks so peaceful when he's asleep; it's really such a shame to wake him up like this. Especially when he wraps his arm around you to cuddle against your thigh. It's almost tempting to sink yourself back into his arms and shut the whole world away under the protection of your shared bed covers. Almost — but you know better than to underestimate your beginning-of-season errands. It doesn't help that you also agreed to host a family dinner with Robin and Demetrius this evening. So much to do, so little time. In hindsight, you wish you planned this all a little better.

With a little more force this time, you try to shake him awake. "Mmph… just a few more minutes…" he mumbles while releasing his arms from your thigh, now lying on his back. At least he's able to get a few words out. That's a good sign, you think to yourself. You head toward your bathroom, hoping that by the time you're done brushing your teeth he'll be sitting upright. Maybe.

A soft, cool breeze enters the small opening of your window as you pass through the hallway. It's remarkable how quickly the seasons change in the valley. From your view in the bathroom, you can catch a glimpse of your summer crops, now reduced to wilted clumps in the soil. You'll definitely need Seb's help with this today. You take a little extra time to brush your teeth and wash your face, trying to buy him time to get up. He's gotta be awake by now, right?

You're not surprised to see him still splayed on the bed, eyes just barely fluttering at the sound of your footsteps entering the room. "Seb, it's almost 7 now. I really need your help," you plead sweetly, hoping the cute tone you've adopted would prompt him to move with more haste. He just smiles and offers a curt, "Mhm," in response, eyes still shut. Wow, he's really out of it, huh? You might need to switch strategies.

If you married Sebastian knowing that he's not exactly a morning person, he should also count on the fact that you're always up for a little bit of mischief — because now, you've got a plan that's basically foolproof. Creeping up to the bed, you slowly plant a knee on each side of his body to gently straddle his lap. With your chest pressed against his, you place kisses on his face. "Sebby, come on" you whisper tenderly into his ear, "you can get up for me, can't you?" He lets out an amused huff out of his nose and wraps an arm around the small of your back. He's definitely more awake now, but perhaps a little more provocation will do the trick.

You kiss along his jaw down to the side of his neck, playing with the collar of his t-shirt with your fingers. His eyes lazily open when you stop, now meeting his gaze from where your cheek rests on his chest. "Morning, sleepyhead. Remember those errands I need help with?" you tease. He lovingly smirks at your remark, placing a hand on your head to gently stroke your hair.

"Mm… what time is it?" he asks in a raspy voice. You answer his question with a light pinch of his cheek,

"Probably seven, by now. We're running a little late, y'know?"

The fact that 7AM is considered late to you is something he's still getting used to. If left to his own devices, he'd absolutely sleep the day away and have his breakfast at 3PM. Yet, he tries his best to slip into your daily schedule because that'd mean he'd get more time to see your face throughout the day, wouldn't it? But you know what they say, old habits die hard, and right now his old habits have him basically glued to the bed.

"What are the chances I can convince you to push these errands to tomorrow?" he asks cheekily.

"Hm… slim to none," you reply. "With the dinner party today and the fair coming up in a few weeks, it's gonna be really tough to–" You notice his eyes droop as you speak. "Seb?" He startles awake at the sudden call of his name.

"M' sorry, babe. Promise I'm not doing it on purpose," Sebastian rubs his eyes and yawns. "It's just... hard to stay awake."

With a smile, you shake your head and sigh, "what am I gonna do with you?"

"Hm…I don't know. What are you going to do with me?" He places his hands onto your back again, looking down at you with a suggestive smirk.

Leaning in closer to his face, just barely grazing your mouth over his, you whisper, "I might have a few ideas."

Placing your hands around his neck, thumbs resting against his jaw, you pull him closer into a deep kiss. He tightens the grip around your waist in response, pulling you closer toward him. God, if he wasn't awake a few minutes ago, he definitely is waking up now. He takes your mouth into his, enveloping your lips entirely and gently brushing them with his tongue. You can feel your pulse quickening as your breasts press firmly against him; an urge slowly building and itching at you from below. Unable to contain yourself, you lower your hips to grind against the thick bulge beneath you. You can't help but smile at how hard he already is; grinning against his tongue.

You pull away to shift your weight onto his clothed cock, gasping at how it rubs against you. "At least one part of you is up," you jeer, rocking slow movements against his length. He muses at your words and brushes his hair away from his face, granting him a better view of your body on top of his.

"Can you blame me?" he smiles, his sleepy eyes scanning your form. Running thumbs underneath the hem of your shirt, he gingerly lifts up the fabric to reveal your bare chest steadily bouncing at the rhythm your clothed pussy rubs against him. "Fuck me," he gasps breathily, "what a way to wake up."

His exasperation makes you laugh, motivating you to grind your hips with more fervour. "I'm glad this is working," you admit, "because we have just– so much– to do…" Your words are broken up with every sway of your hips. He pulls your shirt off your arms as you continuously pleasure yourself with his dick, moaning and creating a wet spot on his boxers. He just watches as you use him, in absolute awe by how your body reacts to his. His head slowly falls backward onto the pillow, closing his eyes to take in the stimulation. Then suddenly, you stop.

His eyes dart open again at your weight being lifted off his lap, ready to pull you back onto him. You move his hands away and lower your face to his lap. "Nuh uh. You gotta wake up," you chastise before pulling down his boxers. He groans breathily when his thick cock springs free, smacking his toned stomach from the speed of your movements. Without warning, you spit on his tip and run your palm against his shaft, causing him to tense at the sudden sensation. For a while, he can only stare at you with furrowed brows and complete admiration.

"I should sleep in more often," he teases while grinning at his own remark. But soon his sly grin is replaced by a strained grit because you wrap your fingers around his fat length, stroking him at an unfair pace. He perches himself up by the elbows, watching you fist his cock from base to tip. "Fuck, baby. You gotta slow down or ill–" You lower yourself to lick his balls, dragging your way up the shaft.

"Can't, Sebby," you say, stopping at the tip. "Can't have you falling asleep on me." Taking his length in your hand, you guide his cock into the warmth of your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head.

He instinctually places his hands on the top of your head as he throws back his own. The bed gently shakes at the bobbing of your head, catching and swallowing his length into your throat. It's all so sudden; so frustratingly sexy that he can hardly take it. With the hand that grips at your hair, he tries to pry you off him — hoping to gain some reprieve. But this only invites you to suck on him with more excitement. It's just too hard to resist when he praises you in his gravelly, morning voice. "Holy fuck, babe. You're too good at tha–" You can feel his cock twitch in your mouth as he pushes you away from him; he must be close.

With a gentle tug of your hair, you give in and pull away. You and Sebastian heave heavily, the latter trying to regain his composure. He's usually the one to make you melt underneath him, so you can't help but marvel at his flustered expression. "You awake now?" you triumph with a mischievous smile. He picks himself up to stare into you; the look in his eyes tell you that you're in for it now.

Releasing his grip, he sits himself upright and leans toward you. "Hm, yeah. I think I am," he says while returning your expression, "turn around."

Without a question, you turn yourself around, resting your chest on the bed while lifting your ass toward him. You wiggle your hips tauntingly in his direction until you're greeted by a firm smack — a small yelp escapes your lips from the impact. "So impatient," he chides while soothing the sting with his palm, "well, you got what you wanted. I'm up." He slaps your ass again before leaning behind you, pressing his chest to your back to whisper into your ear, "unless…there's something else you wanted."

Just the sound of his condescending tone sends shivers down your spine, and he knows it. He hooks a finger by your dripping slit and tugs at your underwear, causing the fabric to bundle tightly against your clit. All semblances of your mischief has disappeared, vanished with his scolding and now you're moaning his name into the covers. You can tell he's enjoying every lewd noise you make, because now he's tugging at your panties harder, trying to elicit a bigger reaction.

"Well, now that I'm awake, let's go over our to-do list, hm?" He releases your underwear, only to slip his cock beneath the fabric and vigorously rub your clit.

"Seb… I can't–" you plead, eager to feel him plunge inside you. He places his hands on your waist, stroking soothing circles with his thumbs against your back.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll get it, after we go through the list. Okay?" he coos.

Stumbling your words in between moans, you begin listing the day's tasks. "W-we… need to clear off the crops…and prepare the fields."

"Mhm," he hums while wetting his tip along your slit. "What's next?"

"Clear off the weeds in front of the b-baaaarn–" You words shake as he teases your entrance with his tip, gliding it to catch your slick. "Then go to Pierre's… to pick up ingredients for tonight." Your legs quiver as he prods your wet cunt, not fully entering.

"Is there…anything else?" Sebastian meaninglessly asks, his own voice getting shaky in anticipation. He doesn't really care what's on the to-do list, not at the moment at least. No doubt he'll have to ask about it later, because all he cares about now is making you beg to be railed.

"We might also need to–" This time, he slowly pushes his cock through your wet folds, slipping himself inch by inch into your cunt until his thighs are flush against you. His size fills you entirely, stopping any words from escaping your mouth.

He lets out a breathy moan as he feels your pussy clench around him, still gritting his teeth to continue, "We might need to what? I didn't… catch the last part." He nearly pulls himself out entirely while waiting for your response.

"We…might need to–" You breathe in heavily while his dick pulses inside you. "Seb, please," you beg in a petulant tone. Your cries are so needy and desperate, but you don't care. There's no pride between you two, only true love and the aching desire to be fucked. Lucky for you, the feeling is mutual. Deciding he's equally impatient, he fucks his full length back into you.

"I think I get the gist," he says with a satisfied smile before plunging himself in and out of your cunt. He so badly wants to praise how well you took his teasing, but he's almost completely breathless. Lost for words at how tight you are, how well your pretty pussy takes him, and utterly smitten by the way you moan his name between thrusts. He wants to pound more of them out of you — a reminder to everyone in town that you've chosen him and he's the one fucking you the way you deserve.

Really, this is just one of the many moments he's reminded just how lucky he is. He feels so lucky that you decided to move to this boring town. So lucky that you stuck around despite his icy exterior, and miraculously lucky that you fell in love with him. Now he gets to wake up beside you everyday, fuck you like no one else can, and navigate life's mundanities with the person he loves. Morning errands be damned; nothing ever feels like a chore now that you're his.

He pounds you harder now — as if he's trying to bury his intentions deep inside you so you can feel his gratitude. Because even all his sly remarks and bullied thrusts are just another way of praising you; another way to tell you he loves you without saying it out loud. Your pussy clenches down on him so tightly, grasping onto his praises like your life depended on it. Ready to cum all over his cock to confirm that you feel the same. But even if your cunt wasn't being obvious, your words certainly were.

"Seb– it feels so. Fucking. Good," you whine in between thrusts. You try to warn him of your impending burst, but the arch of your back signals your orgasm much faster than you can speak. Backing your ass further into him, you accept his length against your cervix until you feel your release. You convulse around him, whispering thank you's under your breath. The only sound reaching his ears are your muffled cries of pleasure and the squeaking of the bed. He fucks you through your orgasm, but even after you come down from the high, he's still not done.

He rails your stimulated pussy over and over again, causing you to reach out your hand behind you to slow him down. "S-sebastian, I just came. Slower, it's so f-fast"

Grabbing your arm by the wrist, he plows deeper into you. "Sorry, baby. Can't," he says breathily, "We got too much to do today, remember?" You turn your head back to look over your shoulder and flash him a blissed-out smile, silently laughing at his twist of your words.

Reaching around to your front, he rubs circles around your puffy clit while he fucks his last few, sloppy blows inside you. "So close, babe. M'so fucking…close" he says with gritted teeth. His movements on your bud stokes the fire within you, threatening to shatter you once again. With one last buck of his hips against yours, he shoots his load deep inside your pussy, filling you to the brim with in white. He groans profanities as he sputters small thrusts into you. The warmth of his semen hitting against you is the last straw, sending you into your second orgasm of the day.

Dropping your wrist from his grip, he leans forward onto your back, pulling out slightly causing his cum to spill out of you. You breathe in unison, heavily and laboured as you try to regain your bearings. Maybe it's been ten minutes or maybe it was an hour, but you both lay beside each other, unbothered by the time that's passing you by.

When you both come down to your senses, your eyes lock onto his and suddenly you're both chuckling at the morning's happenings. With a bright-eyed smile, he takes your palm to rest on his cheek. Placing a kiss on your knuckles, he greets you to start the day.

"Good morning, honey."

[mychlapci]

https://www.tumblr.com/mychlapci/751925919707545600/soundwaves-small-tape-player-form-could-slot-so?source=share

Megatron commands Soundwave to turn into his alt mode so he can push him up his valve and feel the vibrations of loud heavy music rattle his calipers for hours. He locks his panels so the fluid has no where to go but to slide around pooled at his entrance, which gives Megatron enough lube to grind his node into. He ruts his closed panels into corners of his office like an animal, he'll lay back in berth and shred a pillow between his thighs for the friction as Soundwave bangs out something with lots of bass.

Midway through one of these sessions the real fun starts. Soundwave isn't pushed too deep into his leader's valve, but because of the shape of his tape deck, he's properly stuck. Megatron will squat over his berth and open his panels, letting the pooled fluid splash under him. He'll flex his valve walls and push and cycle his calipers until Soundwave finally comes unstuck, usually tearing Megatron's walls with his blunt corners. In a pool of energon and more transfluid, Megatron "births" Soundwave onto the bed with a shout.

He brings his devoted third in command up to his face. Soundwave will play something a little slow during this cool down phase while Megatron licks at his lover's buttons and teases his antenna with his teeth, the best stimulation Soundwave can get in his alt form. Megatron recovers from his last overload and lays back down in the berth as Soundwave's music starts to pick up again, something fast with lots of drums that makes him shake in Megatron's hands. He lines Soundwave up with his torn valve and slowly pushes the TIC back in, grinding against the boombox often. He'll shove Soundwave deeper this time, the last was only the warm up after all.

Soundwave is indeed deeper in Megatron's valve this time, caught again between slippery calipers and locked in by a thick plug Megatron only used for their sessions. He blasted erratic techno music that made Megatron's valve spasm, digging his hard edges into the plush protoform of his partner's valve. If Megatron wasn't so into his valve tearing during birth he'd worry about it, but Soundwave wasn't third in command for nothing, he knew what would please his master.

It was a cycle that lasted as many times as Megatron decided, pushing the boombox into his valve and uncomfortably birthing it back out after several overloads just to cram it deeper next time to a new beat. What tended to be the ending of their date night was both of their favorites. By now Megatron's valve was a sloppy hole, stretched by Soundwave's mass shifted form and wet from various fluids. He jammed Soundwave up his valve again, much harder than his gentle introductions earlier, and pushed him up as high as his fingertips could reach. Soundwave was playing harsh noise into the torn valve, vibrating the hot interior around him as Megatron's plug pushed him even deeper. He was angled perfectly this time to press his speaker into the opening of Megatron's gestational seal. After being flattened into the back wall so many times now and making his leader's whole array quake with his thumping music, the seal had much more give. Soundwave cranked the music to full volume, making Megatron's frame shake as he cried through another overload. His seal slipped open just slightly, which was more than enough for Soundwave to bully his way in. He was stretching out the war lord's forge more than anything else, slotting himself in perfectly as he had done many times in the past.

Megatron was a stupid overloading mess as Soundwave shook his forge. He rested his hand over the bump on his belly, feeling Soundwave under his plating and thrashing his womb. He overloaded again at just the touch. Soundwave would kill the music once his song ended, but Megatron would not push him out this time. This was all still part of the game, after all. Megatron stood from berth, his knee joints wobbling and his pedes uneven as his panels snapped shut. He walked unstabliy to the wash racks and cleaned the slick fluids from his thighs and aft. He went to rinse a smear of energon from his belly where Soundwave was bulging out, but was stopped when Soundwave suddenly kicked the music back to life at top volume. Megatron gasped and fell to his knees, overloading in his panels with a shout. His panels were open again as he was now laid on the floor of the wash racks, letting the cleaning solvent's high pressure barrage his node as more transfluid squirt from his valve and onto the wall. He wanted to lay in the wash racks all day and let Soundwave break overload after overload from him, but Soundwave wouldn't give him that. The music shut off after minutes, which was Megatron's cue to stand back up and wash off again.

The gladiator was now clean and his panels locked shut, keeping any more fluid stuck to pool again for later when his "water would break" and he would get the pleasure of his TIC tearing his valve apart again. For now, Megatron would proceed his day as usual. It was very fun for him to schedule meetings on days he planned dates with Soundwave. He welcomed the challenge of keeping his composure while Soundwave skillfully worked to take him apart in front of his loyal army.

This is so fucking good. I almost don't want to answer this because I wanna keep this to jerk off to forever.

You know I'm especially fond of the thought of Megatron always having to birth Soundwave back out... It'd be especially difficult once he's been shoved as deep as his gestation tank. It's especially hard because Soundwave just keeps making him overload, and the rippling of Megatron's valve sends him a couple inches back. Which just makes Megatron cum again. By the time Soundwave is out, Megatron is a drooling, trembling mess, truly no one has seen him in such a state except for Soundwave. His valve is gaping and bleeding, still squirting out little jets of lubricants all over Soundwave, and he feels so fucked out he could pass out right here, right now. But now it's time for him to reciprocate the favour. And then put Soundwave right back in <3

[shepherds-of-haven]

in a high school/anime slice of life au, what would the ros do for valentines day? and i don't mean what would they do for a date, i mean who's making homemade chocolates for their crush and confessing on the day of, who's ignoring the whole thing, who's returning the favor on white day??

Ooh, interesting question!

(For those not familiar, in Japan (and therefore in slice-of-life anime), Valentine's Day is typically when girls give chocolate/sweets either as giri chocolate (obligation/courtesy gifts) or honmei (gifts intended to be received as a romantic gesture), and on White Day one month later, boys are supposed to repay or return the gifts they received on Valentine's Day back to the girls, sometimes with the thought that their 'return gift' should be 2-3x the value of the original.)

As for how the characters would react if they were in this kind of slice-of-life high school anime AU...

Blade: he would be so indifferent to these holidays lol I'm not even completely sure he would be aware they existed? He'd certainly reject any gifts he received from people he didn't know, and he'd "return" the gesture on White Day with the absolute bare minimum (like a little store-bought bag of chocolates) because his mom forced him to or something

Trouble: "oh damn, I love chocolate! Thanks!" :D

*completely oblivious that this gesture could be anything but friendly, inadvertently and ruthlessly crushing the hopes of several admirers*

He'd attempt to bake his own chocolates at home for White Day, but they'd end up looking so nasty and mutilated-looking, like

They'd actually taste decent, though!!

Tallys: she would bake elegant little cookies or brownies purely as courtesy or giri gifts for all of her friends, of all genders, but she might secretly slip in something special (like a heart-shaped cookie) into the bag of the person she secretly had a crush on! No one would ever know, though!

Shery: she would make the CUTEST cookies and chocolates in little pastel-wrapped baggies for all of her girlfriends 🥹 She'll give some to the boys too, but it's more like a "oh I just had so many left over, please enjoy 🥰" because it's the female friendships in high school she'd treasure the most, and she wouldn't want any boys to get the wrong idea!! These gifts would be so perfect that they'd be the envy of all who saw them!

Riel: he wouldn't pay any attention to the holiday whatsoever (until he got a box of chocolates from some hopeful first-year and brutally rejected them out-of-hand so as not to waste anyone's time...) He gives off an intimidating aura, but would actually really appreciate receiving little candies and sweets and things as giri choco from people like Tallys or Shery because he LOVES sugar, so he would use these as fuel for his late-night cram sessions! 👓 For White Day, he'd buy them expensive, thoughtfully-chosen white-gold jewelry, because Riel Syndran ALWAYS surpasses expectations!!! If you give him a gift he'll return it six-fold, not just two or three times in value!!!

Chase: realistically, he'd probably be swamped with gifts on Valentine's Day and bombarded with all kinds of confessions, and he'd probably indiscriminately accept each and every one of them with a big grin and an easygoing demeanor that would just make more and more people feel like it's safe to confess to him because he seems so receptive to it! Realistically, though, he could be ambling down the hall loaded up with flowers and chocolate and see someone like crying in a nook because they got rejected (like by Blade or Riel lol), and he'd stop to have a chat with them and would probably hand them a bouquet of flowers, like "Here, I don't need it! Cheer up!" --Inadvertently winning himself yet another heart. I think he would sincerely appreciate and enjoy the gestures, but the materials themselves wouldn't, like, mean anything to him specifically, if that makes any sense. Ironically he'd probably treasure even giri chocolate from close friends way more than romantic honmei from near-strangers, and his reaction to the gifts from friends would be markedly different and more excitable (usually for trolling purposes, but also sincere enthusiasm). Like getting chocolate from a random admirer would be like "Oh, thanks so much, I appreciate it! :)" whereas getting some chocolate from Briony or Trouble or Blade would be really dramatic and embarrassing, like "REALLY??? YOU MADE THIS FOR ME??? 🥹🥹 I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LOVED ME SO MUCH 🥹🥹 Ahhhh I knew you had a soft spot for me~~~ I'm so happy right now~~~ 🥰❤️"

For White Day, I feel like he'd just pretend he "forgot" about the holiday to dodge having to show favoritism to any one admirer/suitor, lol, so none of his romantic pursuers would get anything--but somehow he'd get away with it due to his 'lovable scamp' reputation! He'd probably treat his friends to dinner or something to repay them for their giri chocolate, though!

Red: Like Chase, he would politely accept each and every Valentine's Day gift offered to him, regardless of its implicit meaning, which inevitably would lead to all sorts of messy romantic entanglements and misunderstandings that Pan and Neon would give him hell over. "Why the hell did you accept chocolate from that girl if she said she likes you??" "Well, she made it herself, it seemed rude to just reject it..." "BUT NOW SHE THINKS YOU'RE DATING, AND SO DOES THE OTHER ONE WHO GAVE YOU CHOCOLATE" "yeah I'll probably have to clarify at some point..." "SOME POINT"

He's very conscientious about returning the gesture on White Day, though he tries to be as "neutral" about it as possible (i.e. getting everyone the same generic gift en masse) so as to avoid the situations he got himself into last month! (coward)

Ayla: YAWN, Valentine's Day is just a capitalist holiday designed to sell candy and sugar!! She's not the biggest fan of sweets, so she's whatever about this holiday and White Day. You're definitely not going to catch her dead preparing or giving anyone stupid chocolates... What a waste of time!! So cringey!!

But she is curiously a bit more clingy towards her gal pals on this day and is like "can't we just go to dinner/have a sleepover, just us, and forget about all this? 😒"--leading to some to suspect that it all might make her feel a bit insecure, worrying that her precious friends are going to get into relationships or fall in love or receive admirer's chocolate and and leave her behind!!

Briony: THIS IS HER FAVORITE THING EVER, she's so excited about this holiday!!! She might be the only one in the entire group who would consider using Valentine's Day as a way of expressing her feelings or confessing her crush to the object of her affections by making them a special gift... it would look a good deal shabbier and more homemade than Shery or Tallys or Lavinet's offerings--she couldn't temper the chocolate to make it shiny, so it looks a bit dull and claggy--but the heart is definitely there!! Whether or not she actually has a crush on anyone, though, she's going to go all-out and make as many gifts for her friends and classmates to show her appreciation and love towards them as well! She'd be the classroom's little Valentine's Day fairy, floating around and trying to spread Valentine's cheer!

"Riel, aren't you going to wear a heart pin on your lapel, the class rep passed them out so we could celebrate--"

"No"

"But--"

"Purposefully make a hole in my blazer? Are you insane? The colors don't even match"

"But it's Valentine's Day! 🥺"

Lavinet: huhuhu, this holiday is her time to bask in the attention, because she inevitably gets a lot of gifts and chocolates from admirers every year! 😎 However, she'll only buy expensive, elegant chocolates for her friends (she won't make them herself) and then she'll wait and see what the object of her affection does on that day. She doesn't want to chase too hard or obviously!!! If the crush does something nice for her (even though Valentine's Day is traditionally when she should offer a gift), then she might whip out a very sleek, wrapped gift and carelessly say something like, "I saw this and thought of you! (AKA Don't read too much into it!)" But, of course, him being the only person to receive such a gift from her would be a sign in and of itself...

If he doesn't do anything worthy of her gift that day, she keeps it for herself and eats it without ever telling anyone it existed in the first place LOL

Halek: he probably skips school that day because he overslept and just decided the day was a lost cause, so he successfully dodges both Valentine's Day and White Day. 😂 If he doesn't, he makes the most badass, haute-couture, gastro-molecular confections and treats, is eager to show them off to as many of his friends and classmates as possible, then overthinks it because someone (Naolin) is like "Are you sure you want to give that to so-and-so, the level of attention and detail you put into that might give them the wrong idea of your intentions..." So then he ends up only giving it to, like, Trouble, who as the safest option is like "DUDE THIS IS SICK" and then scarfs it down without appreciating the artistry of it 😭😭 Meanwhile Chase is still like "do... do you have a crush on Trouble??" Red: "yeah there were gelee pearls on top of that handmade profiterole, he definitely does"

[nelapanela94]

Nelaaaa!!! BB TODAY I AM HERE FOR SOME NELA X LEVI HEADCANONSJDJD .. tell me the little stufff toooooooo 🤍

Hi lovely. This one was so fun to write. <3 thank you for the request and please let me live in my delulu world 🌎

Levi and I currently live in Marley (What's left) in a coastal town where the streets finish at the beach.

Levi, though he doesn't admit it, is still afraid of the elevator. He just can't trust it. It jars him when it quivers right before stopping, and he hates it's tight and stuffy. He prefers swallowing the pain in his leg to risking getting stuck and climbs the stairs up to the third floor. And it is worse when the chains start to screech pleading for maintenance. In his defense, he claims it is a great exercise. He takes his time and says hi to the brats who live in the second floor. Sometimes he brings them desserts from the tea shop.

Levi loves sea food, specially shrimps. That is why I took some cooking classes with Niccolo. Steamed, stir-fried, tempura, in pastas, salads, rice and ceviche, I had to learn every preparation. Though we usually eat at home, we love trying new restaurants in town. From fancy to fast food. Once I tried to cajole Levi to a street food stall but he refused, questioning their cleaning procedures.

Levi owns a tea shop downtown that has been awarded twice by the city's chamber of commerce for excellence, quality and service. He was interviewed and his photo appeared in the newspaper, with Gabi and Falco thumbing up behind him. We still have the clippings of the articles, and Levi had the stars framed. He spends all day drinking tea, doing accounts, making payments to suppliers, bossing everyone around, the latter his favorite. When he loses his patience, he jabs the staff with his walking stick on the back of their knees. He also likes to go on Sundays to the spice market where herbs and spices from all corners of the world are found. He takes them home and experiments with them to develop new blends. Although sometimes we have purged by accident.

Meanwhile, I work at the post office right across the street and in my break time we had lunch together in his office and take naps.

We spend hours in the cleaning supplies aisle because Levi can't decide between lavender, cinnamon and apple or citronella. In any case, he decides on all three. One day after work, he brought home a wooden barrel with a crank handle. He explained that it was for washing clothes, although it took me a while to understand how it was operated. He acquired it at a home novelty fair after the inventor convinced him by promising to make our lives easier. I thought it was a scam, but he made it work! It really saves us time and I don't have to ruin my manicure anymore.

On my last birthday, Levi got me a gramophone. We love dancing in the living room despite our clumsy feet, and we’re often off the beat. But who cares, with a drop of wine sprinkling the mix, we hardly notice it. I’ve been collecting discs from thrift stores and garage sales, cramming our place, so Levi felt compelled to build a box to store them safely.

As you might guess, Levi is little fond of PDA. He only feels confortable holding hands, however, from time to time I’d steal a kiss to tease him. He grunts and mellows right after, blushing like a teenage boy kissing his crush for the first time. In private, on the other hand, he’s embarrassingly clingy (don’t ever mention it). When we’re reading in the sofa, he’d snuggle on my chest and loves it when I drop kisses on his head and coddle him. He loves hugs from the back and unexpected kisses on the cheek. Levi is milk with sugar but needs to keep a reputation.

We love traveling. For our honey moon, we visited a tropical island in hizuru. Roasted on the beach all day. He’s still wary of the sea water, can’t stand the slimy animals brushing his legs. But he enjoyed the scenery, the food, drinks and long loving sexy sessions in our suite with ocean view. We’ve been to other places, even though the voyage makes us seasick. We’ve seen temples, museums, archeological sites, lavender fields, all captured in photo albums.

Levi and I live a slow, tranquil life after the war. I think that we deserve that respite. <3

[bakudekublogblog]

promises kept - Chapter 3 - gabstar - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

chapter 3 of promises kept is up!! hope you enjoy!!

The next few months pass surprisingly quickly. The restoration efforts go by much more smoothly now that Izuku and Katsuki are out on the field (together, because Aizawa was shockingly amendable as soon as Izuku cried about it a little. Katsuki suspects that his own freak-out didn’t hurt either) and soon enough Musutafu starts to look like home again. Trees are replanted, playgrounds restored, and office buildings and restaurants become operational once again. Children go back to school, adults return to work, and life goes on. 

Regular classes resume at UA. It’s more than a little weird putting on their school uniforms and sitting through fucking algebra lessons after experiencing the horrors of war, but it’s also a kind of nice. The mundane feels like a privilege after everything they’ve been through. Homework, boring lectures, training regimens, and eating with friends at lunch were hard-won victories. It’s hard not to be grateful for it. It’s a slow process, but eventually, things settle into a new kind of normal. 

Except it’s better. Way better. Because now Katsuki has Izuku and the whole world is brighter because of it. 

True to his word, Izuku is as clingy as he likes. They train together, study together, partner up on group projects, hang out in Katsuki’s room after class, and go to the gym together. They don’t leave campus without one another, even if it’s just to pop by the convenience store or to visit their parents’ homes. A few times a week, Izuku’s friends will drag him away to have a Dungeons and Dragons session in one of their dorms or a study date in the common room, but for the most part their friend groups have merged. They all sit together at lunch, even though they have to cram multiple tables together to fit everyone, and even then it’s such a tight squeeze that their thighs squish up against one another. It’s a little overwhelming to hang out with all of them at once, but somehow having Izuku at his side makes it easier to bear. Izuku still hasn’t spent a single night in his own dorm room. 

And true to Katsuki’s word, he is there for Izuku. Whatever he needs. Whenever he needs it. 

At first Izuku is shy about the things he requests. It starts with small favors: helping Izuku do his physical therapy exercises, lending Izuku is hoodies when the nights got cold in Katsuki’s dorm room, reminding Izuku to take his anxiety meds, jogging together in the mornings in case he gets ambushed by the press again (which they did. Because those fuckers were relentless.) Katsuki does it all gladly. Every small task feels like it’s a step forward, a building block added to the foundation of their repairing friendship. It’s both an honor and a relief that Izuku trusts him enough to ask for what he needs; it makes Katsuki’s heart feel like a brilliant star blazing in his chest. 

But the more time passes, the more bold and casual Izuku’s requests become. Katsuki only starts noticing it about six months after they’ve been released from the hospital. 

They’re studying in the common room together, with their homework splayed out across the coffee table as they sit on the floor, close enough that their shoulders brush as they write. Izuku must be having trouble with English again because he keeps muttering to himself in the garbled language, but Katsuki knows better than to offer help before he asks. Izuku can be weirdly stubborn and competitive sometimes, especially when it comes to Katsuki. 

Izuku sets his pencil down and sighs heavily, letting his head fall onto the coffee table with a thwunk. Katsuki smirks. 

“You good?” he asks, nudging Izuku with his knee. 

“Can’t do it,” Izuku declares. “Too tired. I think I need a break.” 

Katsuki hums in acknowledgement. It’s almost dinner time anyway. They can pick this shit up after they get some food in them. Maybe he’ll pop on an episode of Wonderful Quirks and Where to Find Them while they eat. It’s the least annoying of Izuku’s favorite trashy reality TV shows anyway. Katsuki starts gathering up his pencils and scrap paper. 

Izuku leans on the coffee table, propping himself up with an elbow as he looks at Katsuki with a strange glitter in his eye. 

“Hey,” he says. “You know how to make katsudon?” 

Katsuki frowns as he shoves his homework back into his school bag. “Course I do. Shit’s easy.” 

“Hm,” Izuku says. He taps his chin with the butt of his pencil. “Well. I don’t.” 

“What the hell? Didn’t your mom ever teach you how to cook?” Katsuki demands, turning to frown at him. 

Izuku shrugs. His grin is somewhat sheepish. Katsuki rolls his eyes. 

“You’ve gotta learn that shit if you want to be a hero,” Katsuki scolds. “Can’t maintain muscle mass off of TV dinners and protein bars.” 

Izuku hums in acknowledgement.

“Kacchan is right. I should learn how to cook,” he says, nodding seriously.

And then peeks up at Katsuki with a cheeky little grin. 

“Teach me?”

God, he’s so cute. All soft curls, shimmery sea-green eyes, and dimples. He’s beyond cute, he’s fucking angellic. Katsuki should be used to it by now, but somehow Izuku’s specific brand of adorable only gets more potent over time. Katsuki takes an extra three seconds to process what he’s just asked. He blinks rapidly, forcing himself to refocus. 

“You want me to teach you how to cook?” Katsuki repeats as flatly as he can. 

Izuku bats his huge fucking bambi-eyes up at him innocently. 

“I can’t do it on my own, Kacchan,” he says, soft and sweet. 

Katsuki’s belly riots with butterflies. Fucking butterflies. Who is he? How has he allowed himself to become this pathetic? He feels a flash of annoyance, but it’s quickly drowned out by this strange, fluttery fond feeling. Even though he really should stay annoyed. Is Izuku seriously trying to use Katsuki’s solemn vow to strong arm him into making katsudon for him? Katsuki isn’t an idiot; he sees right through Izuku’s little game. Katsuki fights down his grin as best he can. 

“Go wash your fucking hands,” Katsuki says. Izuku leaps to his feet, beaming so brightly it puts the sun to shame. He bolts into the kitchen and shimmies his shoulders excitedly. 

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[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

heya frank, do you have any tips on improving in art?

I'm not an artist, but I do have a few things that are worth thinking about.

Following other artists and learning how they work helps a lot. If you can find good tutorials, great, but at the very least looking at other people's stuff and asking yourself what you like and don't like about it is very helpful.

Knowing what your art isn't gives you a lot more leverage to figure out what it is. (E.g. digital art isn't like painting, and figuring out how it's different can help you learn the principles better.)

Non-art people are probably going to be a lot more impressed by something that takes an unusual approach or style than by something that goes for photorealism or just does "what the market wants." I.e. you're competing against the people who are going for the "realistic anime chick" look, rather than against the "realistic anime chick" herself. The realistic anime chick is almost certainly better than you are, but there's nothing wrong with having a niche.

Choose a style that you enjoy working in. This makes it easier to keep your motivation up, and also more likely that you'll like the end result.

Depending on your end goals, "short practice sessions several times a day" can be better than trying to cram everything into a single extended session. If you don't have the energy to keep practicing, it's better to practice a little every day than nothing at all.

As a separate thing from #2, art is hard and not everyone will be good at it. There are lots of ways to be good, but you're competing against the "realistic anime chick" in at least one respect -- it's not really possible to be the best artist in the world, and it's not possible to be so bad that the best artist in the world isn't even comparable to you.

If anyone wants to add anything, feel free!

[pompous-puffed-up-penguin]

Misattribution (Pt. 2) (Jonathan Crane x Reader)

AO3 mirror: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42671673/chapters/107435904#workskin

Tags and Warnings: Teacher-Student Relationship, light smut, dubious consent everywhere

AN: Here is my Halloween present to everyone. And if you have any ideas of what I should write next, send me a message. My inbox is open!

There’s no other way around it, exams are kicking your ass. You just barely manage to scrape by, but all your late-night studying and cram sessions are starting to wear on you. And that weird dream the other night isn’t helping, either. Or was it a dream? It felt so real, the crook of your arm still felt sore from the ‘needle’ when you woke up. When you had a moment to yourself to collect your thoughts, the dream always crept into your inner eye.

Especially The Scarecrow’s face. You can’t get those eyes out of your head. And that smile, with razor sharp teeth that could rip and tear the skin off your bones. The growls mixed in with his voice sent shudders through you just thinking about it. As much as it frightened you, he made himself a resident in your mind. You made it a point to stay away from the news as best as you could.

But it isn’t completely horrible these days. Ever since that night he found you studying late at night in the university library, Professor Crane seems to pay more attention to you in his classes. You can see him looking in your direction during his lectures, though he acts disinterested as he continued. As he asks if anyone had any questions, it feels like he’s waiting for you to respond before moving on.

This was an anomaly to the other students. He was knowledgeable in his field, but he ran through his material as if he was bored with it. He barely stopped to answer questions, and if he did acknowledge you, he would give the answer and berate you for not paying attention. Crane ran his classes like a military camp. If you weren’t on his level, there was barely any hope for you, especially during exams. Mercy was for the weak to him.

That doesn’t stop him from asking to see you after class one day. After everyone left (noticing more than a few suspicious glances from your classmates), you and Professor Crane are now alone in his classroom. He stares at you with hazel eyes as you approach, fidgeting with the drawstring on your hoodie.

“You were distracted today.” His tone is soft, the opposite of his ‘teacher’ voice. “Is something bothering you?”

Well, yes. But it wasn’t really something he could solve, you tell him.

He hums as he leans back in his chair. “Tension can be released by talking about the problem. Perhaps you can even find the solution through casual conversation.”

Even in ‘casual conversation’, he still talks like an academic.

“I’m only communicating my thoughts in the purest form. I don’t believe in ‘sugarcoating’ the truth.”

That’s obvious to anyone who knows him.

Crane stands up and takes a step towards you, scanning you. “If there is any aspect about today’s lecture that bothered you, we can discuss it further.”

You thought about it. Halloween was coming up, so the professor dedicated today to fear. And he was unusually animated today, talking about the origin of phobias, the physical signs of someone who was anxious or afraid, and the different ways people conquered their fears. Honestly, it was a refreshing change of pace from the usual classes that seemed to drag on.

It couldn’t hurt to tell him about your nightmare, right? So, you decide to tell him so. You can’t stop thinking about a dream you had a few days ago.

“Hm. Examining your dream can lead to discovering what is causing your stress through analysis. May I ask what happened during it?”

Alright, he knows who The Scarecrow is, right?

He blinks and rests his head in his hand. “I’m…familiar.”

What if you told him that you had a dream where he was holding you captive?

A smirk creeps along the edge of his lips, but he quickly erases it. “I would say you have anxiety regarding him. Especially given his reputation. You’re afraid of him to the point that you can’t stop thinking about what would happen if he took notice of you. But I think many people share that fear of him.” The smirk appears again, staying this time as he continues. “I wouldn’t be surprised if others had nightmares regarding him. They’re afraid of him stalking them, bringing fears to life with his toxin, rendering them-“

What if…

He raises an eyebrow as you interrupt. “If?”

What if he did something to you in that dream? Something you have a hard time forgetting?

Crane pauses, gazing into your eyes with an intensity that was unusual for him. His passive expression hardens as he stands. “Is it something that you wish to forget?”

You blink. What did he mean, of course you want to forget about it. It’s practically embedded into your thoughts. It’s starting to seep into your-

You stop. This is getting to be TMI, especially for your professor.

Crane continues gazing at you, first to your lips, your hands, and finally back to your eyes. “Do you celebrate Halloween?”

Frowning, you ask what that has to do with anything.

“Fear is normally seen as a negative emotion. If we are afraid of something, we are compelled to create distance between ourselves and the source. It’s an instinct that’s been with us since cave dwelling times.” He stands, and without meaning to, you take a step back. There was something intense about his presence now. “But fear is what helps us survive. If we weren’t afraid of snakes, we would succumb to its venom. If we weren’t afraid of the dark, we wouldn’t be aware of what beasts might be lurking within.” He takes a step forward. Though you want to look away, you find that you only want to keep staring as he approaches. “So why do we seek out fear? It’s especially prevalent on Halloween, but it happens every day. Humans jump off cliffs, flee from bulls, swim with sharks, and for what?”

He pauses, waiting for you to answer. The speech reminds you of the time you were dared to explore the abandoned hospital along Thomas Boulevard. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, but it still set you on edge. But once you got out, you were exhilarated, rushing with adrenaline.

“And how did it make you feel?”

Amazing. Like you were invincible.

“Yes, that’s part of it. We feel like we’ve beaten the odds of surviving, and that gives us a rush that can be addicting. But I believe there’s a difference between your adventure and your nightmare. Tell me and be honest.”

He’s looking down at you now, barely standing a foot away from you. Blinking, you gulp as your vision blurs. You look away, but Crane reaches out with a hand and tilts your chin back towards him. Your breath freezes in your lungs.

Why are you getting déjà vu?

“You wouldn’t want to visit that hospital again. But you want to see him again. Don’t you.”

The smell of autumn hangs in the air. Freshly raked leaves. Crane leans forward and hums into your ear.

Sing A Song of Sixpence.

You try to scream, but it hangs in your throat. Instead, you stand there, mouth hanging open as the shivers from your dream return. Rattling your bones, setting your muscles on fire.

“This is an example of a misattribution. Do you recall what that word means?”

The definition falls from your lips before you even have time to think about it. It’s when someone make a wrong assumption about a certain emotion or thought.

Crane chuckles, his voice vibrating through your brain. “Good, you are paying attention.” His hand moves to cup your cheek. It feels cool against your fever. “In this case, what you should be feeling is fear. You should be screaming and running to the police. Instead, you’re letting me get this close to you, even touching you.” He sighs, softly breathing against your neck as his hand moves down your shoulder to your arm, right where you were injected with that toxin. “Your emotions have gotten mixed up.” He suddenly grabs your arm, pulling it towards him so you fall into his chest. His combined warmth and scent make your knees tremble. As he holds one hand on your back to keep you still, his other holds the back of your head. His long fingers intertwine with locks of your hair, and the heat becomes unbearable, especially in your-

“My potion has made you aroused in my presence. Hasn’t it.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. And The Scarecrow knew it.

He laughs, a quiet but maniacal one as he forces you to look up at him. Though his teeth weren’t as sharp, his smile still resembled the one that burned itself into your memory from that night. The hand on your back trails down your spine to your hips. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. The signs of fear and arousal are quite similar. I just had to switch the reactions to certain stimulus around.” He pushes up the hem of your skirt bit by agonizing bit. “Although I did not think it would be this…intense. I wanted you to be attracted to me, yes, but only at a minor level.”

Next, his fingers creep along the waistband of your panties, sneaking beneath it. You instinctively gasp but can only think to clutch his shirt. As he begins to lightly stroke your clit, making tiny circles, you whimper and moan into the fabric. He smells wonderful. It only clouds your mind further as your breath shakes.

Crane tsks as he watches you, fingers moving to your lips. “I’ve barely started touching you, and you’re soaking wet. You poor, pathetic thing.” He teases at the entrance, rubbing and laughing as you beg him to slow down. “Slow down? Interesting. I would have expected you to tell me to stop. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Slowly, he slips a finger inside. You want to back away. You want to let him take you. Your mind creates clouds of lust as your opening welcomes a second finger. “Like a bitch in heat,” he hums. “Adorable.” He crooks his fingers in a way that sends shockwaves through your sex. It takes all your strength to not yell out in pleasure. If you could bury yourself in Crane’s shirt, you would. He plays with your insides, keeping you against him with a hand at the back of your head.

“Do you want to come?”

Yes. Oh God, yes. All your self-restraint has flown out the window as you beg and plead for release.

He leans down and growls in your ear. “Come for me, then.”

That sends you over the edge. As if following his command, all the tension releases into one shivering release. You whimper as you feel yourself coating Crane’s fingers.

You sober enough through your orgasm to correct yourself. You didn’t just let your psychology teacher finger you. You just let a sociopathic criminal do this to you.

Why aren’t you ashamed?

Crane shushes you and strokes the back of your neck. “Good girl, that’s a very good girl.” He releases his grip on you, finally letting you step back and take a breath of fresh air.

“Now look at me.”

You oblige, watching him take a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe off your climax from his fingers.

“As soon as you leave this room, this whole experience will fade from your memory. It never happened. The stress of being a university student caused you to have yet another strange dream last night. Do you understand?”

You nod.

He grins. “Good. I hope to see you tomorrow.” And he gently kisses you. Your eyes flutter as you sink into it.

[juurensha]

2023 Fic Recap

It's close to the end of the year again, and while I do have a little piece ready to post for the New Year, all my fic for this year has been posted, so let's do a recap post now! According to Ao3, I've written 124,187 words this year. It's obviously not counting the many WIPs I have socked away that aren't done yet, but good enough considering this was a pretty difficult year for me this time!

Most popular fics by kudos this year: my love language is fighting, bickering, and caring, Marriage isn’t a Game (it’s a fight that we’re both going to win), Thirst Traps Not Feelings: The Grindr Fic, crocodiles are not nurturing (but they certainly protect their young), and kissing in the rain (while locked up in the zoo’s bird enclosure)

New fandoms written for this year: One Piece (both the manga/anime and live action), Glory (the Long Qi webnovel), Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order series, Eyeshield 21, and Barbie (2023 film)

(no fandom tags created this year)

Total new fics written: 17

Favorite fic written this year: I think this year, just based on how many times I've reread it myself, it's going to have to be my Eyeshield 21 fic, dissonant notes can combine into a beautiful song (and other stuff my weirdo boyfriend says). I just had so much fun cramming all my favorite E21 pairings into it, and it's such a fun whacky cast to play with. Sadly, the fandom is pretty dead, but supposedly the manga-ka is going to release a new chapter in the new year, so who knows!

Hardest fic to write: I think this year that's going to have to be Nightsister: Dawn, not really because of the fic itself but because around the same time I was trying to finish it before Jedi: Survivor released, a lot of things happened in my life, and afterwards, I really wasn't in the headspace to write. I actually had more planned out for this fic (there was originally going to be some smut), but afterwards, when Jedi: Survivor also released and kind of turned my fic into an AU, I just wasn't feeling it anymore. However, I did already have 10k written, and I didn't think what I already had was too bad, so I decided to just wrap it up and post it. I still really love Cal/Merrin, so maybe I'll write more for them in the future, it was just bad timing around this one.

Most self-indulgent fic written this year: So, both My family’s purple water yao has dragged off a silver cabbage and Scum Man Gege Knows Best are fierce contenders for the title, since one is a happy WTA AU fic where everything is fine and dandy, while the other is a cultivation AU for Glory, featuring all my headcanons of my favorite scummy gege, but in the end, I think the title has to go to See you in the stars (and recite some love poetry together). I know not many Tianbao fans have watched Dimension 20's Starstruck Odyssey or know what the Starstruck universe is, but I had so much fun sticking Tianbao into the zany retro scifi world of Starstruck and including all my favorite tropes in the quest to get both Longjun and Langlu together.

Most underrated fic this year: Even though I just posted it, I think that's going to have to be A Violet By Any Other Name. I knew it wouldn't get much attention considering it's mainly about a minor female side character, and that the basis of the fic comes from an offhand Q&A session by Oda (and that the main character doesn't even have a tag with her real name in Ao3, my god), but I really wanted to explore her feelings about romancing and working for the enemy for more than a decade. Personally, I think I did a good job with it!

Original Work published this year: I managed to get my "A Haunted Person" short story published in a Gothic Romance anthology, which was very exciting for me. Also had my horror story "What Comes Up From the World Below" get published by Haunted Word Press in their Ghoulish Grimoires Issue 6.

Fic Plans for Next Year: Hahaha, reading my plans from 2022 for this year, I realize that I....basically didn't follow any of them, but to be fair, WIP's pop up, and you just never know! I actually still am working on that Yugi/Kaiba piece; it's currently sitting at 20k with just a love confession, so it's....long going. I really would like to finish that at the start of next year and then figure out how to split it out and post it! Besides that, there's an AU Choso/Junpei fic I'm working on that I hope will be fun, and a Jason Todd/Dick Grayson fic that's an ongoing project that I pick up occasionally. I really do want to do that Gaara/Naruto I Ship My Adversary x Me AU piece eventually as well, but I know that one would be multi-chaptered, so we'll see what my schedule is like next year. I would also like to eventually write a post-canon LawLu piece, but I kind of want to see where the manga is going to end up first. And yes, yes, there's the 79 actor AU that still needs to be done, and I'd like to pick up the Schoolmance AU 2ha Xue Meng/Mei HanXue eventually again. But in the meanwhile, there's a lot of DabiHawks zine fics that I will hopefully be able to post next year, along with a JJK piece!

[acewithwords]

Arcana twilight characters but as things I have done irl

Arcatus: Crammed an entire baking session and a present wrapping session instead of finishing work first to be able to give everyone presents the next day.

Spica: Borrowing a specific set of books about animals from the library every single week as a kid.

Vega: Messing with their friends by saying the weirdest things out of nowhere which sometimes leads to weird conversations. No one remembers who started it later on.

Alpheratz: Spent way too long lying in bed while watching documentaries because they couldn't sleep.

Pollux: Forgetting to do something due on the same day and finishing it while on a ride to somewhere else.

Sirius: Starting an entire argument with their friends over the stupidest things on purpose.

[newgabeorder]

FRUITS BASKET, More Like FRUITS CROWN

Hello everyone. Gabriel Ramos of the New Gabe Order here, and I am announcing that FRUITS BASKET (2019): The Final Season won U-PICK No.4, and it will be joining the Saturday morning animation cram session lineup starting on June 1, 2024. It will be aired at 11 AM PDT as a "Hall of Fame" program since I ran the two FRUITS BASKET Marathons on May as the NGO Twitch episode premieres and Mother's Day celebration.

You do not have to take my word for it, because I have the lineups right here in case you missed out on the announcement before the episode 57 rerun.

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Element Cannon

7.0A - Pokémon Master Journeys

7.5A - X-MEN (VI)

THE SLAYERS TRY-ple Threat

8.0A - THE SLAYERS TRY (Season 3, Episode 66, rerun)

8.5A - THE SLAYERS TRY (Season 3, Episode 67, rerun)

9.0A – THE SLAYERS TRY (Season 3, Episode 68)

9.5A - TSUBASA: Reservoir Chronicle (XXX)

SHONEN JUMP

10.0A - NARUTO SHIPPUDEN (Episode 488)

10.5A - ONE PIECE (Land of Wano arc)

11.0A - DRAGON BALL Z KAI (Episode 11)

11.5A - HAIKYU!! (Season 1, Episode 17, E/I)

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Element Cannon

7.0A - Pokémon Master Journeys

7.5A - X-MEN (VII)

Amazing Fantasy

8.0A - THE SLAYERS TRY (Season 3, Episode 69)

8.5A - TSUBASA: Reservoir Chronicle (XXXI)

"Samurai Shogun vs. Steel Ninja"

9.0A – ZOM 100: BUCKET LIST OF THE DEAD (Episode 7)

9.5A - NARUTO SHIPPUDEN (Episode 489)

SHONEN JUMP

10.0A - ONE PIECE (Land of Wano arc)

10.5A - DRAGON BALL Z KAI (Episode 12)

"Loud and Sweet"

11.0A - FRUITS BASKET (2019 series, Season 3, Episode 51, Season Premiere, rerun)

11.5A - HAIKYU!! (Season 1, Episode 18, E/I)

If you were wondering why I have a Triple Threat of The Slayers episodes, this is because I previously stealth-premiered episodes 66 and 67 on April 1 via FUNimation Spotlight Show. These same episodes will be rerun on a Saturday morning prior to episode 68's premiere on the NGO Twitch channel. I figured I would bring The Slayers back since I finally finished the T3 premiere runs of Ninja Kamui and IGPX.

As for the other U-PICK Nominees, Bartender (2006)*, MY ADVENTURES WITH SUPERMAN Season 2, Hell's Paradise (Jigokuraku), and SMILING FRIENDS are confirmed for T3 Express and all but MAWS Season 2 will be premiering on May 31 with future blocks being held every Friday afternoon in America and Canada, as well as every Saturday morning in Japan. MY ADVENTURES WITH SUPERMAN Season 2 will land on the T3 Express starting June 7, 2024, replacing the duplicate SAILOR MOON (1992) slot.

Like SAILOR MOON, Bartender contains educational and informational (E/I) content, and will be aired first before the main course of T3 Express programming. There will be a chance the SAILOR MOON episode won't have any "Sailor Says" educational segments, as I lost most of the DiC cuts when I misplaced my SAILOR MOON Season 1 Volume 1 DISC. Once I find that DISC, hopefully I can restore the rest of the "Sailor Says" segments to prove that SAILOR MOON is worthy of its E/I status.

[schoolcheatsheet]

HIGH SCHOOL CHEATSHEET

Tips for incoming or current high schoolers that will be SUPER helpful in keeping you not only on top of your grades, but also on top of your extracurricular activities, hobbies, social life, and health.

Talk to your teachers. Seriously. Even if you don't participate in class, communicating with your teachers during study hall or before/after school or the class will not only increase your understanding of the topic, but it also makes it easier for you to ask for extensions, retakes, or extra support when it comes to large exams or projects. Teachers that you have a strong relationship with will also be good resources for letters of recommendation!

Class participation is great, though. It reinforces whatever you're learning, can help with self-confidence, and is another way to give teachers a good impression of you as a proactive and engaged student.

Use your resources! You have textbooks, workbooks, review guides, or cheat sheets given to you for a reason. They are there to give you a deeper understanding of topics and be able to practice applying the material to new problems or situations. Online materials, especially youtube videos, are super great.

Work with your classmates. This isn't a one-on-one private tutor for a reason - classrooms are meant to induce collaborative learning and engagement. Your classmates may introduce new ideas and ways of thinking, be willing to help you learn a difficult subject, and are great emotional support when a class gets tough. Plus, generous classmates may repay you for helping them out with assignments :)

Do your work when assigned. It doesn't matter if the work is due a week, a month, or a semester from now - getting homework and assignments done as soon as they're issued will free up your time to work on other things, keep extra stress away, and help you learn at a more even, distributed pace - you'll remember and apply things better if you have a spaced out understanding of them throughout the school year, rather than cramming a ton of assignments at once.

Don't just take notes. Taking notes is obviously key, but what are you doing with that information after you read it and write it back out on paper? Use your notes as a base to rewrite them / draw them out / explain them to others / go more in-depth with them after class when you have more time / review them with a teacher. Trust me, you will have a much more confident and deep understanding of the material by genuinely using your notes rather than just taking them.

Seriously, eat and sleep well. It sounds overused, but that's because it's true. No student is going to do well on five hours of sleep and some trail mix for breakfast - or no breakfast at all. Proper nutrition and time for your brain to recharge will absolutely help you feel better and learn better. Eat full meals three times a day, have a mix of protein, carbs, fiber, and many vitamins/minerals, get 7-8 hours of sleep every night, etc. You're not going to drop out of high school, you just need to have a proper meal and get good rest. And for crying out loud, drink your water!

Go outside. Really. It can be easy to stay inside nearly all day between your house and your school, but spending time in the sun and around nature can do wonders for your mood, memory, concentration, and much more. Maybe take a walk in between study sessions, study by an open window, or keep houseplants around you. 'Touch grass' is genuinely helpful advice.

If you're struggling, see someone. No one is going to think any less of you - not that you even have to let your peers know. No one benefits from you keeping mental struggles to yourself, and it's literally people's entire professions to help you through your issues. Trust me, working through big mental battles with an empathetic professional will help you do so much better not just in school, but outside of it too.

Have fun. School is important, but so is your social life. Humans are social animals, and we struggle when we're isolated, literally or metaphorically. Canceling some parties for a giant exam the next day is understandable, but not seeing your friends in months because of school isn't. You'll feel more refreshed, and you'll want social memories later in life.

Join extracurriculars early! Even if you're a freshman, joining extracurriculars can only benefit you. It doesn't even have to be a big mission or chapter club - even small interest clubs can be a super fun way to relax, engage in your hobbies, and make new friends who share the same passions as you. If you don't like it or can't manage the time commitment, drop it, but how will you know if you don't try? Plus, testing out clubs and sticking to the ones you're genuinely interested in is a great way to introduce potential leadership opportunities later on, and many clubs engage in service or creative activities that look great on a resume.

Explore, but find your niche. Part of high school is experimenting with topics and subjects that you do or don't like, what careers interest you, and what it is that you genuinely enjoy learning and being a part of. However, especially for upperclassmen, finding a niche and sticking to it can help a LOT when applying to college or for subject-specific jobs. For instance, having an interest in medicine is great! Show that interest by taking many health science classes, finding health science-focused extracurriculars, and creating a network of similar-minded people. Colleges and employers will see this dedication to an individual topic as a strength.

But... don't isolate your academics. Sort of contrary to what I just mentioned, but colleges also like variety. Sure, you love medicine and you show it in your courses and clubs. But your whole life should be more than that. Take some other interesting classes to fill in the gaps, and engage in your personal interests or other exciting-sounding topics through programs, activities, clubs, or even personal projects outside of school. Colleges like it when students know what they want to pursue and show it, but they also love well-rounded students who don't limit themselves to a certain subject.

Be nice. No matter how hard it is to not scowl at people, you do not want to be the person who gets a reputation (especially as a freshman or sophomore) for being unkind and rude. No one will want to work with you, support you, or have fun with you outside of class, which can really hurt not only your academics but also your personality and character. It's not that hard to compliment your peers and be a courteous person.

Stay organized. Another repetitive tip, but seriously, it is SO much harder to get quality work done on time when you can't even find your work. Having a clean environment / backpack / locker / desk space will help your brain feel decluttered, too, and benefit your work as a result. Plus, teachers tend to favor more organized and well-kept students. Speaking of...

Stay well-kept! It's hard to wake up and put on a clean, smart outfit a lot of the time, or keep your hair brushed and washed, or remember to brush your teeth every morning and night, or wash your face regularly... but do it anyway. Having good hygiene, especially in routine, helps to build discipline, and it also makes you feel a lot better about yourself. Your confidence and your quality of work will SHOOT up if you stop wearing dirty sweatpants and a hoodie to school every day... trust me.

There are many more, but this is a good place to start :) Happy learning, and take care of yourselves!

[copperdaisy]

Ficlet - Extra Credit

Felt like writing something today after not writing anything for months, and a friend suggested that I write about Araceli and her shiny magnetism. This is the first time I have ever written something with her so I’m still ironing out her actual written character but... I’m satisfied with the results, given how out of practice I am with writing. Title: Extra Credit Rating: G Fandom: Pokemon (Scarlet and Violet) Characters: Araceli, Jacq, Hassel, misc Pokemon Summary: Maybe letting twenty Pokemon run around at the same time was a bad idea, even if she did really need that extra credit for her classes. Word Count: 1,703 When it came to her independent studies Araceli was a model student. She kept detailed records of each trip outside of Mesagoza. Every trainer battle was recorded and every new Pokemon was photographed using her phone. A handwritten diary documented her thoughts and experiences each night before bed. An entire shelf of the bookcase in her dorm was crammed with them, their spines and pages displaying varying levels of wear and tear that told almost as many stories as the words contained between their covers. All of them had been digitized but she could not bring herself to throw away even the most tattered of them. Somehow, they were as precious to her as the collection of badges proudly displayed in the shadow box above her bed. Perhaps after graduation she would find the will to toss them… though that day felt like a far off point in the future.

At the rate she was earning credits, Arven was set to graduate before she did. Her academic performance in the field did not easily translate into in-class learning, and test taking was another behemoth entirely. She would much rather spend a week in Area Zero with no supplies than sit through another round of midterms. Becoming a Champion ranked trainer felt like a walk in the park compared to Mrs. Tyme's math classes or Mr. Salvatore's language lessons. It was embarrassing. Thankfully, the faculty of Naranja Academy wanted nothing more than to see their students succeed. Three afternoons a week were dedicated to more individual learning in the subjects she was weakest in, now that her Champion assessment was behind her. Other teachers gave her ample opportunity to earn extra credit to offset her rubbish test taking skills. Sometimes, her friends joined her in the tutoring sessions. Nemona did it mostly for moral support, having the best grades out of all of them. Penny and Arven, on the other hand, needed the study time as much as she did, given their circumstances. Their company made the whole thing more bearable, made it feel like just another hurdle they were all tackling together.

None of them were present today. Penny had been lost to her backlog of anime – she would resurface before the weekend. Nemona was busy organizing another bracket for the Academy tournament. Arven? Well, Arven was off doing his own thing for the day and had told them not to worry about him. Araceli would text him when she was done with this week's extra credit assignment, if it could be called that. It was extra credit, of that much she was sure, but she doubted whether it counted as an assignment. It was an exhibition of skill if anything. No, not skill. Luck. It was an exhibition of luck.

The day had started off pleasantly warm but was now bordering on hot as the late afternoon sun beat down on the schoolyard. Araceli squinted against the glare and readjusted her trademark beanie for the umpteenth time. Where was he? Biting the inside of her cheek she pulled out her phone and checked the time. Mr. Jacq was running late. Only by five minutes – did that really count as late? Pocketing her phone again she turned her attention to the table in front of her and the box of Pokeballs sitting in the middle of it. Their multicolored shells gleamed, freshly polished and cleaned to look their best. She didn't think that Mr. Jacq would dock her points for smudged Pokeballs but better safe than sorry. Where was he? A sigh slipped past her lips and she drummed her fingers on the lip of the box. Maybe she should run inside and check, or ask a staff member if they knew where he was? No, she was not that impatient. She could wait. She would wait.

“Ah, Araceli!” A rush of relief washed over her at the sound of her homeroom teacher's voice. Mr. Jacq looked a bit winded as he approached her, his hair even more disarrayed than usual. Mr. Hassel trailed behind him. Both teachers offered her an apologetic smile when they reached the table. “Sorry for being tardy! I'm afraid that we got caught up discussing the evolutionary line of Applin and lost track of time.”

“O-oh! It's no problem! I understand!” Swallowing her nerves Araceli gave them a smile of her own in return. She never knew how to react when adults apologized. An awkward few seconds passed before she remembered the box. It made a horrible scratching noise against the tabletop as she dragged it closer and gestured towards the twenty capsules arranged in neat stacks. “I brought all of them. Uh, do you want to see them individually or as a group?”

“Whatever you feel comfortable with.” There was an undercurrent of excitement in Mr. Jacq's voice, the same sort of glee present every time someone showed him a new entry in their Dex. The familiar tone helped ease the tension in her shoulders. “You know them better than anyone.”

Araceli nodded and steeled herself with a deep breath. She had deliberated over the options a dozen times in the days since being asked to do this. Her trust in each of the Pokemon housed in the box was absolute, but she had never tried releasing all of them at once. Some of them were rowdier than others. Her fingers glided over the Pokeballs while she considered her choices one more time. Finally, she grabbed two of them and breathed out in an explosive huff. Right. Original plan it was.

The Pokeballs in her hands were nothing special. They were the standard red and white models used by most trainers. The same could not be said about the Pokemon that emerged from them. The first was Chase, his blue fur brushed to show quality perfection. The Lycanroc surveyed the immediate area, ears twitching at the slightest sound, then settled back on his haunches, gaze locked on his trainer. Victory did not spare so much as a glance for their surroundings. The black Charizard snorted in Mr. Hassel's direction before yawning and furling his wings, completely indifferent in his confidence.

“Ah-ha, I remember these two from your Champion assessment!” Mr. Hassel said, chuckling. “As I recall, that one took out half my team in our battle,” he continued with a nod towards Victory.

“The Lycanroc was your first, right?” Mr. Jacq asked, fidgeting where he stood.

“Well, yes and no. Chase was the first shiny I encountered in the wild but was my third capture. He uh… he ran off the first time I saw him in the mountains above Alfornada. No one believed me when I said that I saw him.” Everyone laughed at me instead. Hearing his name Chase sat up straighter, ever attentive, waiting for a command. Moving around the table Araceli gave him a reassuring scratch behind his ear, then had to do the same for Victory when the Fire type shoved his nose beneath her arm. Leaning closer to her beloved Pokemon she whispered to them. “I'm going to let the others out of their balls. You two make sure everyone behaves, okay?”

“Who was your first then?” Mr. Jacq peered into the box, roving over the variety of Pokeballs still inside.

“That would be Wrecker. Lady was my second.” Two more capsules were removed, another of the red and white models and an Ultra Ball. Wrecker was visible for all of two seconds before the shy Nymble ducked behind Chase, for all the good it did. His bright yellow coloring showed up even more against the blue fur. Lady cawed and fluttered onto the table, the sunshine making the Honchkrow's purple feathers all the more vibrant. She tilted her head at the two men, curious and wary in equal measure. The introductions continued from there until their corner of the schoolyard was filled with the oddly colored Pokemon Araceli had come across during her adventures.

“I didn't know you had an Axew!” Mr. Hassel proclaimed, crouching to get a better look at the Dragon type. The Axew in question churred and blinked up at him from where it sat next to Victory.

“That's Jono! I found him a few weeks ago,” Araceli explained, half distracted by her efforts to keep tabs on all twenty Pokemon milling about the area. Boomer the Raichu had waddled a short distance away towards the fruit trees on the other side of the track, Matilda the Mareep hot on his trail. Griselda the Mabosstiff was quickly sent to round them up; the last thing anyone needed right now was for Boomer to pick a fight with any of the school's Gyarados if they got between him and a snack. Francisco and Pablo the Flamigos were making a ruckus of their own, standing on either side of Buster, the Cinderace growing more impatient with their squawking by the second. A quick growl from Sasha the Luxio convinced them to quiet down. Dida and Padma were content to watch the brewing chaos, the Donphan and Copperajah keeping to themselves. Jenny the Golduck was busy having a stare off with Blackbird the Gible, a contest that Victory was keeping a close eye on.

“How did you manage to find them all? They're wonderful!” Mr. Jacq seemed quite smitten with Sugar the Dachsbun, who was doing her best to convince him to hand over any snacks in his pocket with her best Baby Doll Eyes.

“Just lucky I guess,” was Araceli’s answer as she scooped up Indigo the Wooper.

“Do you mind if I borrow these two for a lesson on Alfornada pottery?” This question came from Mr. Hassel, who had moved on to gushing over Marshal the Mudsdale and General the Mudbray.

“S-sure! I actually caught Marshal just outside of Alfornad-ow!” An affection headbutt from Indigo cut off that particular answer. Rubbing her sore chin Araceli heaved a sigh, catching Lady in the corner of her eye as she flew across the field to join the mischief Boomer was getting into. At the same time Victory grunted in surprise and lifted his tail, where Jono dangled, having chomped down on the appendage.

This extra credit better be worth it…

[septicbadger]

The Beginnings of an Ego Story

So, this is a story that I wrote in creative writing sessions in GCSE English. I’m sharing it today to celebrate 10 years of Sean’s amazing channel. I hope anyone who commits to reading this will enjoy past me’s take on the characters.

Jack of All Trades:

One – The Shop Seán passed many kinds of faces, locals and visitors. There were young couples, school trips, families, people of all varying culture. Today was the day he decided to take a break from his busy work schedule to take an evening walk down The Lanes of Brighton, looking out for cool merch and gifts for his girlfriend. He stopped, his dyed green and puffy hair coming to a stop from its bouncing. There was a new shop opening that caught his eye. When he had first moved there in May after travelling from Ireland, it was just an old wooden framed building, run down and built around. He had gradually seen it, an antique shop with a mystical feel, be bought and reshaped with a new sign out front and a basement level as well. Maybe he could find some décor to line the walls or something for a project he had planned? As he chimed the little bell dangling over the entrance door a sudden smell hit him, like dusty old wood or an old carpet or a damp ceiling. There were so many treasures haphazardly strung around in disarray, old chests and tables, stuffed animals and skulls, dirty but dazzling ancient mirrors. Those were just a few things his ‘baby blue’ eyes found first. Silver cutlery and models were on a table in front of him and as Seán shuffled past, he noticed a little old shopkeeper, crammed away with balding white hair, a monocle and waistcoat. He almost looked like a stuffed antique himself. “Hello,” let out Seán. “Good day to you, young sir. Welcome to Marvin’s Antiques. We’ve only just opened so... is there anything in particular you are looking for?” he asked as he stood in a slightly unsettling way. “No, er, not really thanks. I’ll just have a look around thanks er... Are you Marvin?” “No... ha, no. Marvin is downstairs; he’s the spirit of this place...” the shopkeeper paused as he saw the change in Seán’s face. “Not a phantom or anything like that, just an old mask on the wall downstairs. It hangs over the magic section, on the left as you go down those stairs... Do you want me to show you?” “Um, no... I mean no thank you.” “Oh, no, I insist. I can tell you are interested. I can feel it. Let me show you.” “Okay... but I think I can manage by myself. On the left, down those stairs.” The old man nodded as Seán navigated his way to the back of the shop. What had he gotten himself into? He never liked being the only customer on a shop, especially one that gave him the creeps as much as Marvin’s Antiques. A deer’s head seemed to follow him edge down the first step. “Be careful of the paintings!” Seán took the warning and moved with more timid urgency to the basement. The smell seemed even mustier down there, and colder.

Two - Marvin Seán gravitated to the left, pulled like a puppet from his head and chest. He almost knocked over the ‘magic’ bookshelf which held not just books, but a crystal ball, old playing and tarot cards in piles, strange gems and coins, artefacts and necklaces and more... But above it, their eyes met. Well, Seán’s eyes were transfixed on empty sockets. A mask. It was porcelain but looked eerily primeval. A mask with a strange neutral, blank expression, almost so you could never tell the wearer’s feelings behind it. But it was also a stage mask, probably belonging to some semi-famous old magician. It also had cat ears moulded on. And whiskers. And a cat’s nose. The feline features had been painted on with peeling reds and purples. On the mask’s forehead were the four card suits. A red diamond was in the centre, with a red heart below it. On the left was a black club and on the right was a black spade. Seán reached for it, like he was a child reaching for the cookie jar. His mind was split but his hand made the decision. It, Seán’s right hand, twitched and convulsed as he found himself touching the mask. Light, like a glitch in reality, green and brighter than the sun, blinded Seán and sent him back into an antique red leather armchair. As his vision returned, Seán saw the aftermath. Two playing cards had somehow found themselves by his feet. On the left was a black joker, and on the right was the jack of diamonds. What had happened? A strange vial holding pickled eyeballs, that Seán hoped was fake, had smashed. Glass was spattered along with the green goo from the vial over the old planked floor; it seeped through the boards. But one eye, dyed green with a blue iris, had escaped the glass and seemed to look right back at Seán from its position by the jack. What the hell had happened? Many other ‘magic’ objects littered the floor but Seán didn’t observe them as he realised his right hand was going red, still holding ‘Marvin the Mask’ like it was the oxygen he needed to live. Luckily, he didn’t die as he carelessly chucked it on the ground. He needed to leave. Tentatively, Seán stepped in the direction of the exit steps. He slowly moved his feet over an old revolver, recognising it as probably real. A few steps away from freedom from this hellish, crazy experience Seán felt a crunch. Who would believe him anyway? Who was that old shopkeeper? Turning, Seán saw that he had trodden on an old pocket watch with a raven insignia on it. But, as he turned back the head up the stairs, the old shopkeeper, monocle and all, was grinning, grimacing back at him. He had a strange glint in is eye, a sparkle that shone into Seán’s soul.

Three - Running In moments, the old man had sped down the stair, much too quickly for his apparent age, unnatural. Seán found himself staggering backwards over the revolver which seemed to draw him to it. No, Seán told himself in his head. He couldn’t use it. He wouldn’t. But, nothing about this was normal. Now, Seán found himself side by side with a trophy on a wall-mounted shelf. It clattered as his shoulder bashed the shelf and in the same moment, in a lightning-quick, jerky, robotic motion, the shopkeeper reached for the revolver and kicked aside a vintage stethoscope. It seemed to pull Seán to it with a shimmering, burning drive, like the mask, the two cards, joker and jack with the eyeball, the pocket watch, the revolver and now some old eye mask, blue glittering fabric which had also fallen to the floor. But what good would a stethoscope do him in this moment anyway? The gun was pointed at him as his thoughts raced even faster than his heart. “Oh f-” Seán was cut off from his profanity. “Found Marvin alright?” The old man’s voice was like sandpaper, evil sandpaper that was pointing a gun at him. He continued. “Are you... feeling different? They’ve been craving for release, for a new bod-” Now it was the shopkeeper’s turn to be cut off as Seán grabbed the trophy and found his mark. He knocked the gun away from the old man’s grasp, giving Seán enough time to belt like a rabbity chased by death, past him and up the stairs. The old man seemed to let it happen but as Seán knocked into and knocked over piles of antique books, he suddenly appeared again by the counter, like a teleporting apparition. Seán shoved past him and out the shop door, the jingle of the bell now a welcome sound, a freedom. He would not be followed into the street by the shopkeeper from hell. Hell—that was what Seán thought he was in. Running, running, running. Running down The Lanes. Focussed on his goal, his idea of safety, in this current moment the seafront, where he knew his friends would be, taking their two pugs for a walk to the burned down old pier. Running, running, running. Wait, what was that?

Four – Is it a Bird? Is it a Plane? No, it’s a hallucination! Stopping, Seán turned to gaze atop a four-floored building, nearing the seafront. As abruptly as he stood still, heads turned like moths to his lightbulb head. Some teen on a bike let loose his limited vocabulary. But Seán paid no attention to their judgement. What was that? Who? A man was perched on the flat rooftop, one leg kneeling. He held his arms to his hips. He wore a tight red spandex bodysuit which went from his ankles to over his head as a stretchy hood. Tied across his face and over his ears was a blue eye mask. However, what concerned Seán the most were the details he could see, even from across the street. Tufts of green hair escaped like waves from under his hood. And he had the same trimmed beard. In fact, everything was the same. Seán rubbed his eyes. That was him up there, the same proportions and mannerisms for holding himself, the same everything. Seán had always wanted to be a superhero, like Spider-Man on the city skyline. This ‘superhero Seán’ turned his head, a smile brimming beautiful white teeth. “Don’t worry citizen! Jackieboy Man is here to save you!” Nobody else seemed to notice the shouting clone on the rooftop. And ‘Jackieboy Man’, what kind of a hero name was that? Well, the Jackie part Seán could maybe understand; his mother had always called him Jack when he was younger, his friends called him Jack, his girlfriend even called him Jack sometimes. Was he going mad? No, after the antique shop, the creepy shopkeeper and the mask, this was magic! He would never have thought it possible; he’d wanted to, but why would this happen to him? “Citizen?” Jackieboy Man called out again to Seán, but he was already back on his run to find his friends. Before he could get to them, though, he saw something else, a third him, leaning against the wall of an alley. This was perhaps even stranger.

Five – The Good Doctor “’ello zere!” Do you need any... assistance?” The first thing Seán thought was: Why am I now a doctor with a bad German accent?” “I am Doctor Schneeplestein, or Schneep as my friends called me before zey died! Hehe...” “Why? Who? Schneep? Another one?” “Anozer what? Doctor? I just came out from my practice for a little smoke- ah... little break. It’s just through zis alley and to ze left.” “No... sorry doctor... I- I need to go.” “Oh no, don’t be in a hurry! Just relax. Breathe. Zis is vat I do vith my patients before I operate on zem. I don’t know vy zey vorry; my record is four out of ten non-fatal operations! I am a one-hundred certified doctor!” It was getting dark and this doctor, with a bad survival rate, was edging closer to Seán. Then he realised that Schneep was looking at where Seán’s tattoo still had red skin around it. It was of a symbol, a fictional design from a video game. It suited him well since he had had it done four days ago. “Oh... I see some irritation around your lovely tattoo.” This uniformed, stethoscope-wearing doctor clone of Seán held his arm and there was a strange feeling, a pull like with all the objects in the antique shop. “Do not vorry. I could get some cream or lotion for you. It won’t sting!” “No thank you doctor. I think I’ll be fine. I- I don’t want to keep you from your practice any longer. Have a nice rest of your day!” People walking by stopped to regard Seán as crazy and then moved on. What were these... hallucinations, these visions of alter egos? He needed to catch his friends, Felix and Marzia, before they walked their pugs back home. He was close now; he just needed to get to the burnt down pier where they usually stopped and sat on a bench, and he could tell them what was happening, he needed to tell someone he could trust. “Okay goodbye! I hope to see you again! I am quite a friendly doctor! I just hope zere vill be no bad circumstances ven ve do!”

Six – You Have to Believe Me! Having escaped his encounters with Jackieboy Man and Doctor Schneeplestein, Seán finally caught up with Felix and Marzia who were in fact sitting where he thought they’d be. But what had that mask done? Was he being haunted? The creepy old shopkeeper had said something about ‘They’ve been craving for release.’ Where they ghosts? But why did they both look exactly like him? Out of breath, Seán landed himself on the bench next to Felix, careful not to tread on Edgar, one of two pugs. “Jack!” Felix exclaimed in his Swedish accent. Seán and Felix had met over long distance through work. Now they lived in the same city at least. “Jack, what’s wrong?” asked Felix and Marzia hugged their other pug, Maya, closer to her chest in worruy. “You’ve been running, is this part of a new ‘get fit’ routine?” “No, Felix. I think- something... Something had happened. Antique shop,” Seán exhaled. “Creepy shopkeeper, magic mask, strange ghost clones, superhero... doctor- I'm being hautned or-” “Woah, calm down Jack. Go slower, breathe. You’re very out of breath,” said Felix, worried for his friend’s wellbeing. Had he spent too long in a VR headset again? “Jack?” began Marzia. “What are you looking at?” “They’re everywhere. More spirit mes...” Seán let out after his questioning. In total four more Seáns were standing on the burnt down pier. “Marvin! And... who are those?” “Jack what are you on about?” Loosely standing in the back of the group of hallucinations was another him, dressed in a blue waistcoat and a bowler hat, very dapper with a pocket watch glinting in the fading light. Another version seemed to be holding a green and orange nerf pistol and wore a grey and red snapback. He stood further in front than the other, pistol aimed through a gap for an impossible trick. But the other two really scared Seán. The first of these two wore all black clothes but held a gleaming kitchen knife. There seemed to be blood around his neck. Had he killed himself? Then he disappeared and the air around him seemed to shift in lines. The last one had a black cloak around his neck and a blue stage shirt to match. And he wore Marvin’s mask, a strange aura around his hands. “JACK!?” Felix and the rest of the world came back to Seán, and so did a few passersby’s stares. “Wha- who... Felix, you can’t see them can you?” “See what? We’re here to help and it’s getting late; why don’t you start from the beginning and go slowly as we walk you home.” “No, it’s okay.” Seán sat on the bench next to Marzia, leaving Felix standing. “I decided to visit the new antique shop...”

Now Felix held his hand on Seán’s shoulder and was consoling him. Seán now had a pug on his lap; it looked slightly scared. “It’s okay now Jack, we’ll walk you back. You can’t see them anymore. They’re gone. You’re gonna be fine. We can sort this out tomorrow.” “Thank you Felix, and you Marzia for listening.” Seán’s own girlfriend must be worried. “You’re right. Let’s go...”

Seven – Two-Faced Marzia had taken the pugs home so now Seán and Felix walked side by side, striding down the main shopping streets that had seemed a lot more packed earlier. The visions seemed to have disappeared and Seán felt more fulfilled inside. He felt sane with Felix next to him, like a bodyguard against the world. They stopped a few times to look through shop windows and Seán mocked an item he could see through the glass. Felix noted Seán was becoming himself again, but it was only a short happy thought. Abruptly Seán’s face dropped as if lightning had struck and killed his best friend. But what he saw in the glass rippled through his soul. The same version of him, the same spirit dressed in black, hair crazier than his and smile wilder than a grinning hyena’s. His skin looked slightly green. The demon held a knife still and began moving it just above the cut line on his neck, a jesting tree-feller stuck with the saw. “Over and over...” it said in a voice, high and gleeful like a child but with a base drum’s deadly undertone. It sounded slightly... artificial. “Tired of playing pretend. Stuck in that mask. I thought I’d be stuck forever... inside,” it chimed again, hauntingly. “Say goodbye.” It lifted the knife behind Felix, ready to strike. Seán turned as Felix was oblivious and concerned again with his behaviour. “Felix!” Seán called out. Swish! The knife fell through the air as if a waterfall had suddenly burst to life. But Felix was fine. He lifted a hand out to Seán. “Oh Jack... shh. It’ll be okay. I’m fine, let’s move on.” Seán was not fine. His face changed. He looked down. He was wearing all black. And he held a knife. Seán could feel his limbs moving, the knife heavy in his hand/ He wasn’t in control. That demon spirit was. “You stopped paying attention, Felix. You just watched as this happened! Powerless. He is my puppet now.” Felix was now the one with his face in shock. He couldn’t see the black clothes or the knife but... that voice. Had one of his best friends really gone insane? “Seán?” he asked feebly. “I wonder what will happen to your best friend this time?” Seán could see himself raise the knife, its blade pointed at Felix like a magnet to another magnet. He was screaming inside, for help, to help Felix, for this whole thing to have been false. He prayed this wasn’t real. All of this crying out was over soon as the knife edge slashed down. No blade stabbed into Felix but he staggered and tumbled onto the road. The concrete made his knee gush red as the warm liquid was soaked up by the fabric of his jeans. For a second Seán was himself; his face returned with an expression of a thousand words. What had he done?

Eight – Alter Egos Engulfing “Ah... ’ello zere. Felix is it? I am Doctor Schneeplestein. I see you have a bit of a graze zere. Let me get my suppliez...” “Seán?” “Seán? Who is Seán? Don’t worry Felix. You must be concussed.” “No... I... Oh...” Felix just gave up. “My hero,” he muttered darkly. “Did somebody say they needed a hero? Don’t fear Swedish citizen, Jackieboy Man is here!” Felix stood, debating whether to run from his crazed friend. People were gathering all around now, a crowd around the scene, unsure of what was happening/ “What kind of magic show is this?” one spectator asked. Seán posed differently again, feeling the cat mask on his face, the black cloak trailing behind him. He waved a wand around as he muttered, “Gather round, gather round! Marven the Magnificent is here to entertain one and all!” “Seán... please... stop... I’m...” Felix’s voice was so lost in despair it seeped through the spirits’ souls and to Seán himself. Suddenly Marvin was no more. These spirits were still weak but he could feel that demon one twisting inside. Seán was so shocked though, at what he had done, at what was happening inside him and he covered his face as it flushed red. He held his hands to his face all the way through the crowd until he was far from anybody. Seán collapsed on the ground in a dark alley, the stars over his head. He was alone again, lost in this torment. But what could he do? He tried to focus on all that had happened since he had entered that shop. He didn’t know how long it took but his brain locked onto an idea. Obviously, the mask was magic, but when he touched it, and the spirits had entered his body, those other objects that had fallen seemed infused with the same power. And he had the strong suspicion that the spirits that were overtaking his body each had an item they were tied to. He repeated the list in his mind, of all he had seen. Repeating over and over which spirit related to which object, lingering on what a twist of fate it was that a jack had fallen. And that eye... He had to destroy the items. But before Seán could hatch a plan, his eyes looked to the wall at the end of the alley. Something or somebody, compelled him to vault it. He stood, not by his own accord, and looked against a blank wall as if he was talking to an audience behind a camera. “Hey guys! I’m Chase, and welcome back to Bro Average!” Seán could tell he was now controlled by the spirit that had been holding that nerf gun, some mind-mockery of the revolver. He felt the cap on his green hair. “Today, we are attempting something I’m calling... The Back Alley Wall Hop.” He felt his legs come to life, breaking into a sprint... but then he saw a familiar knife in his hand. “Not so fast Chase. I’m in control! It’s all over now. Say goodbye!” The knife-wielding demon spirit pushed Chase aside, fighting to gain control of Seán’s mind. “I am eternal! You shall not beat me to this body! None of you!” He felt like his brain was being attacked from all sides and there were glimmers of hope of all the other spirits inside. He preferred being Chase, Jackie, or even Schneep... Somebody walked past the alley. Seán raised his arms and strolled towards them. The knife shined under the light of the moon... The man turned, laughing. His monocle glinted in the same light too.

And that was as far as I got. I don’t think I had a real climax in mind, just the egos fighting for control of the one body.

Thanks for reading!

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