#anyway yeah hi i'll add to this in due time i'm sure.

[disturbnot]

COMMON KNOWLEDGE - pretty much anyone who knows of ash likely knows at least one of the following:

currently thirty-seven years old. he was born on the 22nd of May 1986.

is on and off world champion for one of the few global leagues.

is half kantonian, half anahuan. he has dual citizenship for both the kanto and kalia regions.

long thought himself bisexual, but later came out again as gay at the age of 35 (celadon pride was jumping that year i tell you hwat).

has had many ace pokémon in his time - including charizard, sceptile, infernape, krookodile, etc. - but is hardly ever seen without raichu, his one true right-paw man.

has saved the world several times (although the deep extent of which is not broadly known - some events have been covered up entirely).

is also reasonably well-known for often being tangled up in scraps with team rocket, incidents both frivolous and deeply grave.

was alola's first champion back in the day.

"holy shit it's the omnicorp life insurance guy" .

is aura sensitive - this one is slightly lesser known, but the basic fact isn't really kept secret. the true extent of his aura-based gifts, however ... that's when people get tight-lipped.

is broadly considered to be a pokémon master, but ash himself doesn't claim this, has often stated his journey will never be over.

despite this, and all of these towering feats, in recent times he has bizarrely chosen to take up a regular job at pallet house, under his mother delia. he hasn't been particularly chatty to any reporters about why this is.

ash is related to the anahua region's equivalent of a champion, zaniyah. she is his paternal grandmother.

has a crappy twitch stream from time to time that betrays how utterly awful he is at most video games.

he didn't cope well with fame / the overwhelming burden of responsibility in his 20s. tabloid readers probably remember this fondly. ash does not.

probably has a lot of old flings from this aforementioned period of personal upheaval.

ash can communicate with pokémon pretty well. he claims this isn't by strictly translating or reading a pokémon's mind, but that he is somehow able to intuit meaning and feelings all the same. raichu goes 'chu chu chu' and in his head, ash hears everything his buddy is trying to say.

"of course i'm a functioning alcoholic, it came free with me being born a millennial".

tiktoks either unhinged or adorable shots of his pokémon.

DUBIOUS KNOWLEDGE / "CONSPIRACY THEORIES" - somewhat recognised knowledge, but may be misunderstood, covered up, or relegated to the realm of a conspiracy theory/parody:

ash is immortal / ash has super powers / ash has crazy aura powers / i heard that ash ketchum has an 8 pack that ash ketchum was shredded / chuck norris jokes just got a whole lot more annoying / etc.

he worked with professor larch of the sabiri region; a scientist broadly considered to be criminally insane after a lab accident decades ago that caused plural deaths. the man refuses to talk about it.

there is a theory that ash caused the 'kholoss disaster' - this was a 2014 calamity (in-universe time runs parallel to us, everything is kind of in real time) during which a supposed megaseismo/volcanic event occurred on mount kholoss, in the sabiri region. this event caused a domino effect of disasters around the world, many of which some regions are still recovering from.

ash's dad is missing, and i don't think he's ever used the word 'dead' to describe him. i don't think ash wants to believe it. even after all this time. presently, ash's dad is known in some circles as one of many infamous unsolved and unexplained disappearances.

ash can summon lugia by whistling for it. his mileage varies in landlocked areas.

ash has often claimed not to believe in any one divine pokémon, but his attitude about arceus in particular seems bristled. in truth, this is because he once sought out the "original one" on his path to rediscover his purpose. ash sensed confusion in it, fear, even anger. for reasons ash couldn't understand then, arceus began behaving destructively towards him and the general environment, and although it was eventually calmed, ash has held no particular reverence for the thing since. (in more metaphorical terms, arceus sensed a great 'glitch' within ash and attempted to give the universe a hard reset).

professor larch is an old colleague of professor oak's. back in the 80s, they worked as a duo to work on the first properly computerised pokédex.

HIDDEN KNOWLEDGE - only ash himself knows these things, or those incredibly close to him might know these things:

ash has made one (1) attempt on his own life before. told no one. pretends it never happened. everyone has their moments of madness, even shiny immortal golden boys.

ash has only ever had Feelings(tm) for well-known scientist gary oak. although his fandom may well have picked up on this. rpf is a pox on every universe.

ash was literally dead when pikachu evolved into raichu. desperate times, desperate measures.

in a well covered up altercation with some rockets, ash may or may not be guilty of murder.

actually, there are probably a good few cover-ups for various things that have happened to ash as well. i imagine his interpol file is something unwieldy, the sight of it brings their admin staff despair.

has both encountered missingno and visited glitch city. has not only somehow made it through each incident alive, but has survived unharmed.

META KNOWLEDGE - things about ash's world he doesn't know (yet), but i do:

ash was 'chosen' by enevaxis during his first death. being turned to stone by mew and mewtwo sent him hurtling into the same void that enevollath had condemned enevaxis to, eons and eons ago. upon ash's resurrection, by the power of aura in the tears of pokémon, he came back irreparably altered by the encounter. not only that, he came back with a simple favour to fulfil. he would remember none of it though, no thanks to mewtwo. this was his nexus point. the origin of all that ails him. just wait until he finds out that all of his nightmarish life has been because he wanted to stop two stupid cats from fighting.

ash's dad, tonalli/'tony', is certainly dead. and his disappearance was no accident. rockets: a thorn in the ketchum family's side for three generations and counting!

ash's maternal grandfather is bruno. delia never knew her father, and according to her mother, he was a great trainer who had descended from the mountain one day to recharge and refuel at pallet house, and sweep the old landlady off her feet for the night before retreating to the mountains again. unfortunately, knowledge of who delia's father is died with her mother in delia's teens. and with it, any chance of ash knowing his ties with the legendary fighting master.

grandma zaniyah is probably a straight up fucking serial killer. i'm sorry ash.

literally all ash needs to do to end this absurd chosen one struggle is climb up a super freaky mountain and let enevaxis out of its cage. that's it. he'll have to get past zaniyah when he realises this, though, that's the kicker.

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Bruce Wayne's kids rarely visit him in the office at Wayne Enterprises. except: when they need him for something very important that it couldn't wait to be discussed at home, or when they surprise him for a special occasion.

so he gets a little suspicious when his kids show themselves to the office, popping by to the boardroom's door, either waving at the distance, or offering him a smile, just to let him know they're present in the building. Father's Day is still due for a couple of months and so is his birthday. so why?

when Bruce goes to his office room, there's a cake being held by Dick. Bruce doesn't miss the nervous smiles the kids have on their faces, and the fidgeting and whispering between siblings.

Dick: Just a little cake for you, B.

Cass, signs: Hope you like it.

and how can Bruce not be in awe at that?

his suspicion fades once he enjoys the cake with his kids.

but it strikes back when he enters an oddly quiet Wayne Manor. the kids nowhere to be seen as he checks a few of the rooms. when he goes down to the batcave, he finds an explanation as to why the kids have visited him in a random day at the office.

(the batcomputer's screen is shattered!!!)

somewhere in the Manor, Bruce's kids all hide in Dick's room, like tiny ants crouched on the floor, with a table and a few chairs blocking the door, as if that would help when Bruce goes Batman mode. not to mention the large windows.

Dick: He's here, he's here!

Jason: Fuck, fuck. Why did I choose today to visit the Manor?

Steph: We should have found ways to repair it.

Damian: That would be impossible given the hours we have.

Duke: We should have gotten a new one, or something.

Tim: We should have snuck in at Wayne Enterprises to get the equipment we need. Instead of the surprise plan.

Cass, signs: At least B was happy about that.

they all hold their breaths, when they hear the Grandfather clock chime.

Damian: This is ridiculous. We should have ran off.

Steph: For goodness sake! Someone start ideas to build a secret safe house somewhere for our sanity.

Tim: Good suggestion, Steph. I'll keep that in mind.

Duke: Speaking of suggestion, whose suggestion was it to play soccer at the cave in the first place?

Dick: Clearly none of us are sports material.

Cass points at Jason, remembering it was his idea.

Jason: I-Fuck. It was easier for us to go to patrol after we played. Plus, it's not my fucking fault the screen shattered.

Tim: It's still on us, cus everyone was present.

Steph: Clearly, none of us are going patrol now.

Duke: It's still my first few months, but now I'm benched.

Damian: Father is gonna cut off our heads.

Tim: He's gonna display our heads in the cases, instead of our suits-

Jason: Fucking not helping, Timbers!

Dick: Shush now. We should start strategizing.

Steph: No. We should start digging our graves.

Damian: Next to Todd's.

Jason: Shut up, brat.

Tim: I should have gone to the office. Fucking finals.

Duke: Dick, you're the eldest, please tell us what to do.

even Cass, signs: Please.

Dick, sighs: Maybe we should go out and apologize. I'm sure he'll understand. We have broken a lot of things in this house for years now.

Jason: Yeah, but never the batcomputer.

Dick: Dammit.

Cass, signs: Wait, stop talking.

and everyone stopped talking.

Duke: I don't hear B.

Steph: Is this a good sign?

Jason: Maybe he's off to patrol.

Damian: Father would not let an issue like this slide without lecturing us.

Dick: Come on. It's time for patrol anyways. We have to apologize.

together, they all exit the room, watch every corner and silently go down to the Batcave.

and alas, the batcomputer's screen has already been fixed. good as new.

Jason: What the fuck.

Steph: Wow.

Duke: Bruce works fast.

before anyone else could add a comment, Bruce clears his throat behind his kids, already suited up for patrol, which makes them jump except for Cass and Damian. they all wait for the lecturing.

Batman: Why is no one else ready?

Tim begins to speak, but Damian cuts him off: Right away, Father.

Dick, claps his hands together: Let's go, everyone.

and they scurry off to their lockers.

Batman shakes his head with a light smile on his lips, turning the batcomputer on, and starts to dig on the latest case in Gotham.

Kids.

[ooffies]

Hi!! Could I request g/n reader accidentally confessing to Floyd? (I don't request a lot so this might be kind of janked up lol)

Hi nonnie, thank you for the request! I had so much fun writing this and I'm sorry for the wait, school as been taking up a lot of my time :,). I decided to add a few more characters and divided the audio into sections for each of the characters. I hope you're okay with that! Anyways I hope y'all enjoy ~

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Surprise Confession!

❥─➤ Characters: Riddle, Floyd, Rook, and Malleus x gn! reader (separate)

❥─➤ warnings: none!

Riddle Rosehearts:

“I’m going to confess to you on valentines”

“EH!?”

He’s shocked, absolutely flabbergasted. How can someone have so much confidence? Are you pulling a prank?? But he sees how serious you look. Oh god you’re not joking. He’s burning bright red, not exactly sure if he’s flustered or embarrassed. How could you be so bold? He wants to scold you for your bold statement but he can’t even get words to form because of how hard his heart hammered in his chest. 

You just ruined your own surprise due to your scattered brain prefect, goodness you are such a klutz. How silly. But I wouldn’t want you to be any other way. Wh-What? I said nothing of the sort I- I AM NOT BLUSHING!!

Floyd Leech:

“You’ll be available right?”

“Mhm”

He’s one happy little eel man. His shrimpy was so silly. You’re now locked in the cage of his embrace, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of his happiness. His chin rested on your head. His mouth wide open with a big smile, it was only proper of him to do so at this moment. Afterall his mother had taught him that if he ever liked someone he needed to show them by opening his mouth as wide as possible (fun eel fact). Forget the romantic valentines day confession your his now and he isn’t planning on letting you go. Best to change the plan to take him on a date now for Valentines.

Shrimpy look at you going and messin’ up your confession to me. But good for ya to know I don’t care that ya messed up. I’m much happier knowing how ya feel about me now rather than later yeah? So forget me being available I’m already all yours and now you're all mine~

Rook Hunt:

“You’ll be prepared?

“Yes”

He’s been ready for this moment since he first fell in love with you. He is absolutely overjoyed by your accidental confession. You were just the most magnificent, loveliest thing in the whole wide world. His belle rose, la prunelle de ses yeux, son véritable amour!! Scratch you being prepared to confess to him, this man was a thousand times more prepared than you. He could shower you with all the love and affection he had at this very moment, but he’ll wait to do that till your valentines day confession. He wouldn’t want to ruin the lovely surprise you had planned so intricately for him.

Oh my little trickster you are just the cutest!  You’re planning all this for me? Merveilleux!! You are like a star lighting up that night sky that is my heart, you burn so brightly I cannot get enough of your light. But ma précieuse étoile, I'll show you more love than you could ever imagine mi amor, I hope you’re prepared for it~

Malleus Draconia:

“Why is your face so red?”

“Cause you already confessed”

“AH!! I forget I said anything…”

Both of you are blushing red idiots. He’s having so much trouble processing what just happened and you’re beating yourself up for letting your plan slip. You were planning to confess to him? He never expected it. All these new feelings coming over him were overwhelming. His face was hot, his heart felt like it was about to burst and his stomach was tying itself in an array of knots. Was he sick? Coming down with something? But the most overwhelming thing of all was that he could not get you out of his head. Thoughts and images of you plagued his now lovesick brain. He wanted to take you in his arms and show you how much he loved you. He wanted to whisk you away and keep you all to himself.

How brave you are, child of man, confessing to someone like me. You are truly fascinating. Although I’m sure you can see how happy I am to hear that, can you tell by the red on my face.? I hate to make such a greedy request but can we perhaps not wait until valentine's day? I don’t think I can wait that long to officially become yours.

© ooffies 

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[celestiababie]

Cat Cam- W.JH

Pairings: camboy! Jun x gn! reader (kinda)

Genre: just pure smut ngl

Warnings: mild pet play, male masturbation, indirect mentions of other members, cum eating, use of petnames (prettyboy, baby, babyboy, kitten) reader's username is princesspeach so jun calls them princess at one point. tbh this is just jun jerking off..idk what else to add 

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Okay so, I meant to post this a while ago, but a lot was going on in my personal life. Sorry that it's so short...and I didn't edit it that much, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Feedback is always appreciated, please don't be a silent reader!

"Oh! There's a package from sweet_tangerines. Thank you very much! The last item you sent ended up being my most viewed clip when I used it, so I have a good feeling about this one," Jun said as he waved the box to the camera.  

Jun winks into the camera, causing an influx of horny messages to scroll by on his screen, and the tips he made sure to thank as he opened up the package set in his lap.

 Truthfully this was what he loved most about his job, the attention. How he could do anything, and his viewers would eat it up graciously, leaving messages that made his ego (and something else) swell. 

At first, it meant to be a side hustle, a way to dig him out of the student debt and bills he was suffocating in. His paychecks sure as hell weren't cutting it, and he needed an answer to his problems fast.

Really fast.

Luckily for Jun, his prayers were answered one fateful night while browsing his favorite pornsite, cock in hand. Yeah, he was struggling, but everyone deserves to make themselves feel good. And if he was paying for his phone not to get shut off, he might as well make good use of the wonders of the internet. 

Usually skipping over the ads, he couldn't help but hover his finger over the button, tilting his head as a light bulb went off in his head as he watched a girl in the ad promote a cam website.

Jun never considered himself egotistical, but he was far from blind to his attractiveness. He had a handsome face, a body he worked hard for despite taking up extra shifts at his job, and a pretty cock, in his opinion. Who wouldn't want to watch him jerk off? He could do that for a few months, and all his problems would be solved.

And so he did, making an account and gaining traction pretty quickly due to his looks and how much he interacted with the audience.

A year later, he was still going live for his viewers, not just for the money, but because jerking off without thousands of eyes on him didn't do it for him anymore. He needs the attention to cum; the times he tried without left him only more sexually frustrated than before he began.

Another perk of the job was undoubtedly the gifts he received over the year, but with the package in his lap now opened, he was starting to question his audience's sanity.

 Jun typically refrained from kink shaming, but a pair of cat ears? Really?

"Sweet_tangerines, I'm not sure what you expect me to do with this, but I'll put it on just for you," Jun shyly smiled into the camera before going off-screen, causing his viewers to start guessing what the item could be.

sweet_tangerines: he's gonna look so CUTE!!

dinonono: is it a thong? I'm betting on a thong

gyubear97: I don't know what it is but I want it to be a thong 💓

princesspeach: whatever it is, I know our baby boy will look so sexy 

princesspeach tipped 500 coins!

Jun hears his tips go off from the corner of his room as he adjusts the cat eats on his head. A blush washed over him at the sound signifying a big tip, knowing exactly who it was.

His favorite reoccurring viewer was going to watch him pleasure himself dressed up in cat ears…

Jun took one last look in the mirror before making his way back to his desk, his head out of frame due to his height and hiding the surprise from everyone. Once he plopped down onto his chair, he was sure his computer was ready to crash with how fast the chat was moving.

His shyness slowly faded as he tried to keep up with the messages as much as possible.

"I see that you guys like the cat ears. We should all thank sweet_tangerines for this generous gift," his deep voice rang out to his audience, almost as if he was teasing them for enjoying this so much. 

But truthfully, he was enjoying it just as much.

Maybe not the cat ears specifically, but all the attention he was receiving because of it sure had an effect, his cock straining against his jeans, a visible tent forming, which people quickly took note of.

princesspeach: the kitty is getting hard already. you haven't even touched yourself. you should show us, pretty boy. 

Jun bit his lip as he caught your message in the sea of others, making eye contact with the camera knowing you were paying full attention to him. 

His hand mindlessly starts rubbing his thigh, inching further up until he palms himself, squeezing the sides of his shaft through his jeans and giving some relief. His head tilts back in his chair, eyes closing as he basked in the fact thousands were watching him tease himself. 

princesspeach: show us your pretty cock

princesspeach tipped 300 coins!

The sound of another big tip forces Jun's eyes open, reading out the message and thanking you for the tip as he stands up to shimmy out of his jeans. 

He takes his sweet time taking off his underwear, the band of his boxers sliding along his cock before his full length slaps against his toned abdomen, another wave of messages causing his cock to twitch.

Sitting back down, he makes eye contact with his webcam again with his cock in his hand. He slowly begins to pleasure himself, feeling his veins pulse in his grip as he moves his hand up and down along his shaft.

"How was everyone's day? I hope all of you can lay down and relax with me," he practically purrs, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

princesspeach: how’s your hand feel, kitten? your cock is leaking so much

“Fuck, it feels so good. I wish it was you around my cock instead, baby…” Jun’s eyes flutter at the sight of the nickname, his cock jolting in response, a bead of precum leaking out of the slit of his tip. He presses his finger against the sticky substance, pulling his finger away, causing a trail of his precum to follow his finger, glistening in the mood lighting in his bedroom, driving his viewers further into a state of desire.

His intense gaze captivates his audience through the camera as he brings his finger to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick his arousal off his fingertip before sliding two digits into his wet mouth, his tongue swirling around them as his other hand takes hold of his cock, jerking himself off faster this time around. 

gyubear97: oh my fucking god this is so hot…i’m not gonna last 

dinonono: me neither tbh, the cat ears are a nice touch

sweet_tangerines: shit, he always looks good

princesspeach: see how many people love seeing you jerk that pretty cock, kitten? I bet you love the attention 

princesspeach: such a pretty slut for us

princesspeach: I’d love to stuff your cock in my mouth, make you cum down my throat

Jun can’t help but focus solely on your messages, the words flying by fast, but fueling his pleasure, getting closer and closer to his impending climax.

Jun takes a second to tug his shirt over his head, finally giving his viewers a good look at his stunning body, the mood lighting emphasizing the hills and valleys of his abs. He chuckles at the immediate response he receives while he readjusts the cat ears on his head that nearly fell off his head while removing his shirt. 

He sits back in his chair, his right hand quickly moving back to his cock, his left one rubbing up and down his stomach before inching further up to tease at his nipples, moans slipping out of him as more precum leaks out of his cock, making it easier to fuck himself with hand. 

At some point, Jun’s eyes close fully, losing himself to the pleasure as his head falls back on the headrest of his chair, his adam’s apple bobbing as he desperately tries to swallow his moans but fails miserably.

Almost anyone would agree that this was one of the most sinful sights they ever laid their eyes upon. 

The man's body on full display, cute cat ears adorning his head despite his acts being anything but cute. How the perspiration on his body glistened as he got more worked up, the dark red flush of his cock as it leaked precum continuously, his cock glossy from his arousal and emphasizing every vein along his shaft. 

princesspeach: babyboy gonna cum for us?

princesspeach tipped 300 coins!

princesspeach: cum for me baby 

princesspeach: I'll cum with you

The notification sound of your tip forces his eyes to reopen, making the grave mistake of looking at the messages that followed.

Jun's hips stutter, fucking into his hand uncontrollably as he finally falls over the edge, his whole body burning hot as flashes of pleasure run through his body.

"T-thank you for the tip, p-princess," he moans out, thick globs of cum slipping out of his slit and onto his hand as he desperately tried to ride out his orgasm for as long as possible.

Once it felt like too much, he finally pulled his hand away from his softening cock, reveling in the light and blissful feeling he get when he had an intense orgasm. He pants heavily, taking a good couple of minutes to regain control of himself before he blinks up at the ceiling.

dinonono: damn, he came more than usual today

sweet_tangerines: i hope he uploads today's stream…i need to rewatch it 

gyubear97: I already came twice…

Jun finally looks back into the camera, a subtle smirk across his lips as he raises his cum covered hand to his face to lick it off.

princesspeach: does the kitten like cleaning himself off? tastes good, doesn't it?

Jun chuckles softly at your comment as he licks off the remainder of his cum.

"I think it's time I wrap up this stream, guys. I had a lot of fun and hope all of you enjoyed yourselves as well. I'll do another stream in two days but don't worry! Tonight's stream will be posted to hold you over in the meantime. Have a good night, everyone!" 

Jun winks into the camera before waving goodbye, his free hand moving to his desk to stop his stream. 

He lets out a huff as he leans back in his chair, too lazy to get fully cleaned and dressed just yet, but the ringing of his phone from his bedside table forces him to get up out of his chair.

He rolls his eyes despite the blush on his face when he sees who's calling, taking a deep breath before sliding his thumb across to answer.

"Did you have to call me right after I closed the stream?"

"Oh shush, I'm only calling to ask if I should come over tomorrow since you won't be live."

Jun bites his lip at the offer, his mind thinking back to the times he's had you in his bed.

"You can come over, baby. I'll even wear the cat ears since you seemed to like them so much," he purrs into the phone.

"I'll hold you to that, kitten."

[lowkeyremi]

𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 -> Aizawa Shota x afab!reader

➼ Sum: In short, you're fired from your main job. The worry and stress hits you while you're ugly crying outside of the building of your old workplace. You happen to meet a man who can give you a job. The question is... should you take it?

➼ Chapters: Prologue, 1

➼ Content Warning: Implied fem reader, reader has fem parts, eventual sexual content, suggestive language, all characters are aged up, eventual relationships, strippers, reader is struggling. (I'll add more as time goes on)

Prologue - I'm Fucking Losing It.

banner by: cafekitsune

"Please... I promise it won't happen again." You're on your knees in one of the halls, pleading- no begging to keep your job. It couldn't be helped though, why should you let people get handsy with you when it makes you uncomfortable?

"I'm sorry but that was your last chance. You've beaten up too many customers.. publicly at that and it's scaring away customers." Your manager says, he seems to feel for you but that frown may just be as fake as your life right now.

"But I'm your top money maker!" This is your last resort. You cannot lose this job because you don't make much at your coffee shop part-time.

"Technically, that's no longer true. Your performance has been sloppy lately, so Ami has risen and taken your spot." His words shatter what's left of your hope. Your makeup runs as you cry ugly tears. A man walks past the two of you, most likely toward the restroom. Any other time you'd be embarrassed, but right at this moment all you can feel is emptiness.

"So I'm being fired for defending myself?" You ask between sobs and sniffles.

"No, you know we wouldn't let anything happen to you. It's policy after all. You also know better than anyone that people at clubs are drunk and high even, so, of course, they're going to touch you. It's what you signed up for." He says to keep it professional.

Anger starts to seep into you. "Fuck, if that's how it's gonna be then I'll leave!" They don't deserve your service anyway.

"Ms. L/n...?" Your boss asks and you look up at him. He sees you struggling to stand because of your sore feet, these heels do you no justice. A hand is held out and you take it, trembling as you get up.

"I could recommend you to another club-" You cut him off.

"I'm good, thank you for everything you've done for me." It breaks your heart that you're leaving this place. As weird as it sounds this club was the closest thing to a home for you.

You start your walk to the backroom to get your things. Emptying your locker was the hardest. The tears start flowing again when you see the old Polaroid pictures you took with some of your coworkers who you considered to be some of your best friends.

Once changed out of your lingerie and you've packed everything you turn in everything the club let you use.

There was no way you'd say farewell to this life, it'd only make leaving it behind all the more hard. You walk outside and slump against the club's wall. You allow yourself to cry it all out.

You call your mother not sure what to do.

She picks up on the second ring, "Hello?"

"Hey.." you mumble. Your voice is hoarse due to crying.

Your mother instantly sighs, "Did you get yourself into some bullshit again?"

"Um.. yeah. Can I stay with you until I-" You're cut off by your mother's stern voice.

"Y/n, I cannot keep covering for your ass. You are twenty-six years old and every time you get into some shit you come crying to me or your father to fix it. I raised you better than that." And so the lecture begins.

"Mom please, just for a week or two.." You plead, usually she'd give in but she seems to be set on teaching you a lesson.

"No. You can call me if you need anything, but you need to get your life together. Life is not all cupcakes and rainbows. You need to learn how to deal with it. I love you but I have to go." Your mother, the one who's supposed to have your back through thick and thin is in your opinion giving up on you.

Your crying continues. What the hell are you supposed to do? Bills are due a little while from now and you work a small paying part-time.

"Shit I need to look for a job." You say sniffling.

"I could be of some assistance." A deep voice rings in your ears. You assume whoever it is is making a phone call and is not talking to you.

"You are in need of a job, correct? I could help you get into an honest line of work." The voice tries again. This time you look up to see a man with long raven hair casting down his shoulders, he has stubble covering his face alongside a few scars, and an eye patch that hides his right eye.

"Me?" You ask stoked about his appearance.

"I don't see anyone else out here crying their eyes out." He says with a hint of smugness. Wait.. how does he know you need a job?

"How did you-"

"Those walls aren't that thick." He replies somehow already knowing what you were bound to say.

"I need an assistant, I teach in a high school." The scoff that leaves your lips is inevitable.

"Teachers don't make shit, how am I supposed to pay my bills with a job like that?" Sarcasm is laced in your tone, you search his eye for any sign that he'll leave you alone but he seems determined.

"It's not just any high school. I'm a first-year teacher at UA high school, you'll be making around $20 an hour as my assistant. Also room and board is provided." Your eyes widen, now the offer is more tempting.

Looking down you get a glimpse of his prosthetic leg. "You need help because of your leg?"

"No, I could just use an extra set of hands, it seems every year the hero students get a little bit more naive." His sigh does not go unnoticed by you.

"Don't you need like a degree or something? Why are you asking an ex-stripper?" It's not even out of spite just pure curiosity.

"Usually you would, but I can get you the job. I'm asking because you seem to be struggling and if I can do something about it then I'll try to the best of my ability to make it happen."

Oh. So he's one of those people. The kind to pity anybody, you assume.

"I'm not struggling, I'm fucking losing it." The tears threaten to come back.

"What would I do?" You ask.

"Bring stuff from the printer, monitor the class, answer questions on current subjects, get coffee, other simple things like that." The calmness in his voice is a little unnerving.

"And I'd get paid $20 an hour for that?" The shock in your voice causes the man to chuckle a little bit.

"Correct. Any other questions?" His voice is smooth.

"How can you trust me? I just got fired for beating people up." You fear losing the potential job but you just had to ask.

"As you said, you were defending yourself. Your job should have considered that, even if the people are drunk that is no excuse for them to touch you when you have asked them to stop." He explains simply.

"Okay, I'll take the job.. when can I start?" This is what is crucial to you, those bills need to be paid, and getting behind would only cause you more trouble. But then again room and board is provided... would you even need to live in your crappy apartment anymore?

"Next week or the week after, I need to speak with the principal. Once everything is set straight I'll contact you about moving in." He rubs his face, and when looking into his eyes there was no way to tell what he was thinking. He looks so good though, you couldn't deny that.

"Eraserhead, a pleasure to meet you." That must be his hero name.

"Do I need some kind of code name? I'm not a hero. My stripper name was Golden Tiger." Your face flushes a little bit.

"Should've been Golden Kitten, you clearly haven't reached tiger status yet. Just give me your last name." It was clear he was teasing, his voice gave it away.

"Okay, just call me L/n then." He chuckles at your little huff of annoyance.

"Alright L/n, you think I could get your number to contact you?" That easygoing tone not leaving his voice.

You hand him your phone and you watch with interest as he types in his number. You hear a little hum escape his lips signaling he was done.

"Text me," he commands handing you back your phone. Something about the way he said that gave you goosebumps.

'Golden Tiger here.' you text biting your bottom lip. All you receive is Eraserhead shaking his head at you with a smug smirk.

"You need a ride home, Golden Kitten?" You can't even be upset when that smirk looks so good on him.

"Oh fuck off. My car's over there." You point to your ugly beige 2006 Honda Accord. (let's just pretend those still exist even tho the mha timeline is in the future)

"Is that any way to talk to someone who just got you a job?" His voice dropped an octave and you weren't sure if it was on purpose or if he was doing it unconsciously.

He looks like a tired man anyone wouldn't consider being attracted to but something about this man is drawing you in.

Instead of responding to his question, you ignore it, "I'm leaving."

You push yourself off the wall that hasn't been cleaned since who knows when. You'd forgotten that your feet were sore because of Eraserhead's presence but they reminded you of the pain.

Eraserhead mumbled something that sounded like 'be careful' but it wasn't certain, you already started limping to your car in pain.

Once situated you shut your eyes and let out a sigh.

"As cliché as this is, I'm glad my life is starting to work out a little bit." Your statement was heard by no one but yourself. When pulling out of the parking lot you play some music to prevent yourself from being left alone with your thoughts.

➼ AN: And that's a wrap for the prologue. I hope it's okay, this story came out of no where tbh. I'm not sure on how long I want it to be yet. I'm working on being more detailed in my writings. Also this is NOT beta read yet, bc I need to find someone to be my beta reader. Feel free to like, reblog, and comment! <3

[kanmom51]

JK live 25 April 2023

Cr./creators of media used in this post.

As usual, you guys know the drill already, I wake up to stuff already gone down.

JK went live at 4:48 KST on 25.4.2023

Don't need to work hard to see the numbers here. Coincidence again? Maybe. But here we go:

4+4=8

2+5+4=11

8+2+2+3=15

8/11/15

It just works.

Ok, so I'm not going to do a full live post at the moment, seeing JK was going for an hour and a half, most of which I missed. I will wait for the full translated live to talk about it in depth, if needed.

A few things noticed:

JK is fully clothed. Like Jeans, belt, shirt tucked into pants like at the premiere.

Identical tuck of shirt and looks like similar T shirt, although neck line might be different (not sure about that, as it looks like it's folded in a little in the premiere photos).

Also, don't seem to be same jeans/pants, nor does it look like the same belt.

Did JK come home, change to comfy clothes and then put change back into jeans for the live?

What for though? Not like he didn't do lives in PJs or comfy sweatpants before. I doubt he'd dress up for a cooking live just before bed.

Did he come home after the premiere, change, go out, come back and start the live? Or did he go somewhere else after the premiere, change pants, come home and start the live?

The one thing I am quite sure of is that JK must have just returned home shortly before the live.

Where he was or with who Idk (I can guess and have a guess to that), but he clearly hasn't been home long.

Previous lives and past statements make that kind of clear.

JK IS wearing THE necklace.

The mood lighting without the stars.

Clearly the man was in the feels.

He felt the need for comfort and he turned on the live for that. These aren't easy times for them. For him.

Hobi and JM. The two people that give him comfort, that ground him emotionally. Hobi just enlisted, JM is off to NY for more than a bit.

So yeah, he's in the feels.

The man is adorable.

His creation:

Anyways, our emo boy, yes just look at him, this doesn't look like a 25 yo CK model, came, sat, cooked, ate and left.

Wait, I take it back. Definitely a 25 yo CK model.

So, man was tired. Ate and wanted to go sleepy-by, ending the live.

Well, not before realising he actually needs to wash up before sleep.

And then posted this:

You have got to love this man.

He is definitely one of a kind.

That's it for now folks.

I'll end this here with JK's famous words (well, they will be famous):

"I'm sleepy, bye".

[smalltimidbean]

hi again! So I have a lot I wanna say following the anatomy post, as I'll be calling it, because even though it's fresh I read the whole thing and I'm glad we know more about the clones :D and also I assume now would be a good time to ask about because of how fresh it is. ANYWAYS let's get to it!

So I wanted to ask about these specific parts, and what I could tell from them:

To summarize, a clone bearing a toothy grin is threatening, and a clone sticking its tongue out/drooling/licking it lips is not threatening. This is the premise I worked under when I made this:

(In like, 2 minutes. I wonder if anyone can tell!)

As you can see, I added a few facial expressions that weren't mentioned l, and that I wonder their meaning in relation to what has already been stated. I think I can confidently predict what the first two mean, thanks to the fact that clones have made those facial expressions before. Though anyone is welcome to correct me if I'm wrong!

Closed-mouth and open-mouth smiles are not threats, unlike the toothy "smiles" which are. The quotation mark around "smile" in the original post(as well as a part of pep's toyhouse page(which didn't appear in the Tumblr post from several months past)) also indicate that the threatening smiles are not genuine, and so smiles without teeth are genuine expressions of joy.

The other one, though, seems to send somewhat mixed messages. That expression is saying both that "I am a threat" and "I am not a threat, " which when a applied to the only clone we ever see donning this face, Pep, is true. Though, whenever he smiles like that, it is genuine and not an attempt to threaten anyone. Is this because he's smiling at something or someone other than a fellow clone, and he knows that, in order to communicate the same emotion he has to make a different facial expression depending on if he's making it at clones on non-clones?

But uhh yeah :D hope this wasn't too long winded and that I made any sort of sense lol!

Yaya! I have a ton of clone info I wanna post, but I have been trying to figure out how/where to do that, so I might just unload it all here in chunks kjlfdkfg

Asking questions about clone stuff is alright, and it helps me figure out stuff, or point out if I have contradicted myself - which happens more than I would like kjfgkjfg

Although for these points, perhaps I spoke too broadly as this post was supposed to be on anatomy and not behaviour, but I guess I can't help myself kjdfgk - it is also why I did not mention other types of smile

But for clones there are genuine smiles, and there are threat 'smiles', like this;

Threat smiles are not expressions of joy, they are meant to convey 'I have teeth, and I will use them if you continue to upset me' or simply 'you are bothering me' if they are not showing teeth - whereas genuine smiles are just that, they are happy

If you add a tongue to a threat 'smile', it is still considered a threat due to other aspects like the eyes and stance etc, but more along the lines of either a submissive threat ('I am scared, please leave, or I will attack') or the clone is hungry ('I will eat you if approached, so back off for your own good') - but honestly it depends on the situation, sometimes clones already have their tongues out before threat 'smiling' and it ends up hanging out regardless dhfsdh

And yes, most of Pep's smiles have been genuine - there has been at least two with a threat 'smile' (both directed at or implied to be directed at Peppino) - but most of the time he is genuinely happy

It can be a bit confusing since clones are kinda animal, kinda people, so they get both that 'smiling is a threat' (animal side) and 'smiling is friendly' (people side) lfglgfd

When I make a post(s) on clone behaviours, I will be sure to make this more clear! But I still appreciate the questions!

[sunnyie-eve]

2 | Type

Series: Moon To My Sun

Paring Rodrick Heffley x Original female character Jefferson!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

| MASTERLIST |

As Millie was packing up to go home, Rodrick brings up his band's gig tonight, "I hope the crowd loves you guys." She tells him.

"I was wondering if you to come watch?" He scratches the back of his neck so she stops to look at him.

"You want me to come watch?"

"Yeah, I mean why not? We're kind of friends, right?" He asks hoping she says yes.

"I guess we are. I know you and spend quite some time with you now due to the tutoring." She thinks about it.

"Hey, I got a better grade on that quiz than I normally get. That 60 was the best I've gotten so far." Rodrick points out.

"That's very true. You know what, I'll come watch you guys." She agrees.

"Really? Great, now can you come back over a little earlier so you can help me with something. And bring your makeup..." He tells her.

"Sure, you're also my ride since I have no clue where you're playing. I'll see you in a bit." Millie leaves making him excited.

"Also you can just let yourself in when you come over!" He adds.

At her own house she talks to her mom asking her if she could go out tonight with a friend and her mother said she could but be safe. While in her room getting ready, Rowley walks by confused about her plans but goes to get ready for trick or treating tonight.

Like Rodrick said to come over early, he didn't say how early so when she finishes she just goes back over. It was gonna get dark soon anyway because they spent hours tutoring.

Remembering Rodrick's words, Millie just lets herself in and wonders if she should go upstairs so she does. Getting closer before going up the final stairs to his room she calls out to Rodrick.

"You can come up." He lets her know so when she comes into view he smiles.

"Now, why did you want me to bring my makeup bag with me?" She asks with a little giggle.

"I wanna wear eyeliner for tonight's gig. I watched a video on how to do it."

"Sure, and if you need any help I'll be right here." She passed him her bag taking a seat on his bed.

"You are the best person ever." Rodrick tells her, "I'll be right back." He leaves his room so she just sits there till he comes back, "How does it look?" He gives over to her.

"Take a seat." She pats the bed next to her, "You should get your waterline when you're going for that look. Now this might be uncomfortable but push through it if you wanna look good." She tells him then does it and he tries not to blink.

When she finishes he blinks a lot making Millie laugh at him, "Thanks." She just nods her head. Rodrick watches her play with her hands, "So you and Chase still chat?" He starts a conversation.

"He tries to talk to me. Flirts a lot." She rolls her eyes.

"He's not your type?" Rodrick laughs so she looks over at him.

"Not even close. He's full of himself, bullies others, and flirts with multiple girls. I could actually go on forever why he's not my type." She explains to him.

"What is your type, Millie?" He bats his eyes.

"Not Chase. Why do you want to know? What's your type?"

"Why do you want to know?" He smiles so they both laugh as the doorbell goes off. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that's your brother."

"Probably." She agrees as he goes downstairs leaving her. After getting bored she goes downstairs as he tries to scare the boys, "Rodrick, leave them alone." She smacks his back.

"Your plans are with Rodrick?" Rowley looks at the two.

"Hey, Rodrick. I need you to help me out-," Frank walks into the room carrying two buckets of water. "Are you wearing eyeliner?" He looks at his son closer.

Rodrick didn't think it was a big deal, "Millie helped me too." He looks at her so she smiles at Frank.

"Susan!" He yells for his wife.

"I'm on door duty." She replies back to him.

The younger two leave the room then Frank follows leaving Millie and Rodrick alone, "He just doesn't get it." Millie tells him.

"Thank you." He pets the top of her head so she moves his hand.

"I'm not a pet." She laughs before they leave for his gig.

For their gig, Millie didn't really care for their music entirely. It was mainly because of the lyrics to the songs. All the instruments were great, and the singing was good but needed to improve a bit.

"Can you believe they actually chose them as the entire act?" Millie hears Chase talking to one of his friends so she looks back at him. "Millie." He goes over to her.

"Chase," She says not happy to see him.

"Who are you here with?" He asks but she doesn't answer him. "Hello?" He taps her shoulder.

"Huh?" She plays dumb.

"I said who are you here with?"

"Sorry, I can't hear you with them playing." She lies to him.

"Let's get out of here." He grabs her arm tugging her with him so she tries fighting for her arm back.

"Dude, let me go!" She fights with him.

Rodrick had been watching Millie enjoy their entire set since they started so now he saw Chase and her. He knew automatically that Millie was trying to get free so he stopped playing yelling into his mic.

"Let her go, Holt! Obviously, she doesn't want to leave with you!" Everyone looks over at where he is pointing out in the little crowd.

"Seriously, Heffley?" Chase doesn't let go of Millie’s arm.

"He's my friend so I'm supporting him. And yes, he's my friend. So leave me alone. Make fun of me, I don't care. Rodrick is a hell of a lot better than you are as a person and he's not entirely the best either at times." She finally gets her arm free.

"Have fun with the freak." Chase and his friends leave.

"I will!"

"You okay?" Rodrick pops up next to Millie startling her since she thought he was still on stage.

"Oh, yeah." She gives him a smile.

"That was our last song anyways so we gotta pack up then we can leave." He lets her know so she nods her head.

Rodrick drops Millie off at her house but she sits in the passenger seat without getting out yet, "You know, I miss my old school so much. My friends... I hate it here." She turns her head to look at him as she rests her head back.

"Yeah, it sucks here. Especially at school and the people there, but I'm here." He does the same as her.

"That's the one positive thing being here." She smiles going to open the door.

"Millie,"

"Huh?" She turns back to him.

"Thank you, for what you told Holt. Especially the part where I'm better than him, but you could have left out the sometimes part." He chuckles a bit.

"Nah, I still get to get a dig at you. That's the fun part for me." She sends him a wink getting out and going towards her house.

[finniestoncrane]

What're the Riddlers' favorite places to cum?

Riddlers Releasing

Riddler Headcanons absolutely lost my shit when i read this anon cos the preview had "place to cu..." and i thought it was cuddle because... i'm obviously forgetting who i am but anyway yeah they all like cumming wherever they can but these are what i think their favs are 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: it's cum so duh...

young justice

favourite place: in your hands

he likes having you on your knees in front of him, with your hands cupped

like you're begging for it, desperate and grateful for whatever you get

seeing the look of delight as he jerks off onto your palms

and whether you lap it up or let it drip onto your body, he's not bothered either way

just knowing you want to have him, and hold him, is plenty for him

btas

favourite place: on your stomach

he definitely likes fucking you while you're on your back

it's to make sure you're completely comfortable and relaxed at all times, part of the pleasure

and it means he gets to see your face, the expressions you make, the eye contact

hopefully it doesn't diminish the romance too much when he pulls out to shoot his load on your stomach

he'll help you clean up afterwards for sure!

unburied

favourite place: tits/chest

dude loves dragging his tip across your nipples it's like his favourite thing

his number one hobby, maybe even more so than riddles (maybe... maybe...)

whether you're laying flat or pressing your flesh together to make a balcony for him to cum onto

he just knows he likes seeing you look up at him, waiting patiently

and he likes when you let it sit there for a while on your soft skin

gotham

favourite place: into a tissue

listen, he cna get pretty freaky, he's a kinky lil due

BUT he's still pretty neat and tidy and controlling

so while he's fine to rut into you and choke you a little while he does so

he's still going to make sure to be respectful and clean when he finally cums, in true dorky fashion

"oh... oopsy... let me just... there we go... and i'll put that in the trash... and... all done! thank you, that was wonderful!"

arkham

favourite place: on your ass/back

fuck you it's my blog and i say that arkham!eddie's preferred position for sex is doggy style

he ruts like a feral disgusting animal and his orgasms are no different

he's wayiting until the last minute and then pulling out, resting his dick and balls on your ass

and letting his cum shoot in thick ropes all over your back

watching is spill back down over your cheeks is the perfect ending too

btaa

favourite place: on your face

you're so beautiful to him, and to paint you with his seed

it's an artistic expression, he swears! to see you covered in his own... romantic expression

(he promises he won't call his cumshot that ever again)

but just... close your eyes and look all sweet and serene

and he'll add the final touches to your perfect visage

twojar

favourite place: on himself

he'd far prefer for you to be riding on top of him, obeying his orders

go faster... go harder... ok stop moving completely just let him take in your body

and then get off! quick! hurry! because he's going to cum now

while you're seated on his thighs, he let's his cock twitch hands free

his cum landing messily all over his chest and abdomen, hoping that you'll make lick it off of him

telltale

favourite place: on your tongue

he's keen to have you on your knees, staring up at him with pleading eyes open and staring

one of his hands wrapped around his cock, pumping it with the head aimed directly at you

the other holding onto your face, chin in his palm, fingers pressed into your cheeks

your tongue stuck out expectantly over your lips

flat and wide to receive as much of him as you possibly can

zero year

favourite place: in your mouth

he's got a bad habit of holding you to him, pressed to the tuft of his red pubic hair

telling you to breathe with your nose and not your mouth

so that he doesn't have to pull out, so he can keep his head pressed to the back of your throat (or as close as he can get)

and then he'll use you, tugging at your hair to move you slightly back and forth

before he cums in your mouth and holds your lips shut till you've swallowed him completely

dano

favourite place: inside of you

he's got breeding kink and cream pie lover written all over his dumb round face

watching himself spill out of you once he's finished

seeing his seed covering your thighs or your entrance or your sheets as it drips from you

the feeling of owning you, of conquering you, of spoiling you

of being with you and inside you long after the orgasm is over

[mikibwrites]

Seven-Sentence-Inspiration-WIP-something Day!

Hi all! Thank you for everyone who tagged me on Sunday and today: @taralaurel @bonheur-cafe @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @chaotictarlos @sanjuwrites I decided to shove it all in one post lol. Here is a much-longer-than-seven-sentences bit of my @tarlosweeklyprompts Back to School prompt fill! For this fic, since we already have so many fics of Tarlos attending UT (which makes sense!) I decided to send them to my own alma mater instead :)

He can open a damned door and face what’s on the other side. 

He doesn’t get the chance to, however, because as soon as his nerve is bucked up, the door swings open to reveal an absolutely devastating scene: TK, rumpled and sleepy, dressed in only a pair of gray sweatpants and carrying his shower caddy. His hair is adorably mussed and his eyes are tired but bright. 

The worst part? They brighten even further when he sees Carlos standing on the threshold. All of a sudden, he becomes so animated that Carlos would have thought this was 8pm and not 8am. 

“Carlos! Hey! I didn’t hear you come in last night, did you pull an all-nighter? You know it was a Friday, right? You don’t have anything due today. Did you lose track of time again, like that one time during midterms where you thought it was Wednesday but it was actually Friday because you’d gone so long on only caffeine and snickers that you forgot to charge your phone? I keep telling you you’re gonna run yourself ragged, man! You gotta have some fun once in a while. Are you studying today? Oh shit, you have that chem test on Tuesday. Are you going to the Library? Cuz I gotta stop by the SUB to pick up a book so, like, I could walk with you if you want?” 

Carlos can physically see him clamp his jaw shut, and it looks like it takes effort. TK is chatty on a good day, but Carlos has never seen him filibuster for that long on inane chatter on only one breath. Carlos could swear TK is blushing, but it must be a trick of the light. 

It takes him a moment to find his voice. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m studying today, just came to get my chem book. And yeah, I was, uh, I was in the library all night.” He adds a shrug that he hopes doesn’t look forced or calculated, and tries to smile. He’s not sure how it turns out. 

TK, for his part, almost visibly relaxes. Huh.

As usual I"m super friggin late, so I'm definitely not sure who's done this yet, but I'll tag those who I would have tagged anyway (including the peeps up top!): @lightningboltreader @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 @lutavero @wandering-night19

[lostonehero]

More scooped Micheal YouTube bs

Micheal was more exposed than he had been since he was scooped. He was completely stripped of clothes and naked, and he didn't have anything left to be considered lewd, but it didn't change the face he felt extremely exposed.

Jeremy whistles. "Fuck you weren't kidding about this shit." He had a pile of leather scraps that Micheal had dyed purple to match what flesh he had left.

"Look, if you're going to judge, I'll just put my clothes back on." Micheal sighs, crossing his arms.

Jeremy shook his head. "No, no, I'm just it's just, I've never seen anything like this." He sighs. "Are you sure you want me to help with this? The stuff I'm going to add is things you can't reach, and well, I don't know down the line if you'll be able to fix it yourself."

Micheal nods. "Yeah, hence why I asked for help. Uncle Henry can't do it he's better at machines than sewing and leather work. Also, I didn't realize at the time, but a mouse did make a home in my thigh, and that did scare him pretty badly. Granted, the mouse was dead due to the chemicals by the time we found it, and it did explain the new rotten smell, but still." He shrugs. "It was better than the maggots. Oh, bugs of any kind in the beginning were awful."

"If you're trying to gross me out, you'll have to try better than that. I once had a guy come in because his foot hurt, but it turns out it was completely rotted and the only reason he didn't have sepis was because maggots were eating the dead tissue, he only had bone left." Jeremy pauses. "Untreated diabetes and mental illness are really fucked. Anyhow, you don't smell nearly as bad as infections, so I'm just going to get started."

Micheal huffs. "Are you bragging about being a nurse, or are you just trying to make me feel better?" He smacks Jeremy's hand away from his chest. "Don't touch that. I worked hard on my zipper and my ribcage. I don't need help with that."

"A little of both." Jeremy raised his brow. "I was going lower, but I'm glad to see you're still innocent as ever."

Micheal scoffs. "Oh, there is nothing there but exposed bone. Get your head out of the gutter, Jeremy." He shuffles back, not expecting to actually feel the soft touch. "Just uh careful, I just want to cover the exposed bone on my legs and general pelvis area."

"Yeah, I got that. Oh, I can see where the mouse chewed through." Jeremy pauses, moving around to Micheal's back and crouching down. "Your thighs need serious work, and so does your ass, but you've always had a flat ass."

"Oh, you still have jokes, blondie." Micheal huffs. "I don't exactly get exhausted or well muscle cramps from being in one position too long, but you do. Just tell me if you need me to move and if you need a break."

"Yeah, I figured as much." Jeremy pauses. "I'm going to start where I see the bite marks and go from there." He hums. "This will take a while. I'm not going to half ass this."

"Full ass my ass would ya?" Micheal chuckles as Jeremy laughs from his comment.

.....

Henry sighed and wished he had lost his glasses in between the time he got home and opened Micheal's door. "Good evening, Micheal and Jeremy."

"Ah shit it's already evening?" Jeremy cursed. "I just finished your legs. Aughhhh, I have a morning shift."

Micheal blinks and moves away from Jeremy. "I told you it didn't have to be perfect, and.... did you put scented oil in my thighs?"

"Of course I did, I hate the smell of leather. Anyway I have to head home, and eat dinner. Next week, same time?" Jeremy smiles and gets up and kisses Micheal's cheek, well exposed teeth in what remains of his cheek. "I'll tell the kids about you. I'm sure they will love the stories."

Henry waves as Jeremy rushed out. "Are you ok?"

Micheal nods, grabbing his pants to put on. "Yeah, we talked for a long while. I didn't realize how much time had passed, but it did explain why he stopped to eat the sandwich he brought."

Henry nods. "I'm glad you're at least taking care of yourself, even if you don't have to."

Micheal sighs, pulling a shirt over his head. "I'll clean up this mess, don't worry."

"I'm not Micheal." Henry sighs. "I know I've asked, but does it hurt?"

"Not since the beginning." Micheal shrugs. "But that doesn't really matter anymore. I'm past the point of no return." He sighs. "Do you need me to help with dinner?"

"That would be nice." Henry nods. "Come on, and was there another dead mouse?"

"No, not this time." Micheal smiles softly. "But I'll let you know the next time there is."

[kirafanxx69420]

i need to get this off my chest its been in me for too long

i think deco 27 songs ever since vampire and onwards don't really hit at all excluding salamander, deco really peaked there it was a very nice song

i just finished listening to his latest song, rabbit hole and compared to zombies or journey it's definitely better but it feels kinda idk maybe im just missing his less upbeat style (that's definitely the case) because all these songs feel lukewarm to me at best and i feel like the lukewarm thing can apply to many more

i also think when voca-p's make songs for the sake of prsk it never goes right because they release it in vocaloid with human singing in mind and i was never really a fan of the prsk covers, im sure there are some good ones but so far overall its a very hit or miss thing with most going miss

because i think in most cases vocaloid songs are sang through vocaloid for a reason and it has to be made with vocaloid in mind and majority songs made for prsk felt mid (cosmospice didn't do anything for me despite my overflowing love for Pinocchio-p)

this is a section to commend becoming potatoes YEAH NERU!!!! NERU!!!! NEVER MISSES!!!! neru is so good

i know im sounding like a huge pissed off vocaloid "i think im better than you prsk lovers, i play project diva im a real one" person but dont get me wrong i love how vocaloid is getting a revival through prsk and the new genre/style of vocaloid is booming and i have a profound respect for people who play prsk and are good at it, i can clear up til 9.5 ex/exex songs on project diva all i want but i somehow cant do shit on proseka and watching gameplay is always amazing

i do admit they bang and i like the people who are discovering or even rediscovering vocaloid due to the resurge and i do admit some human covers of vocaloid originals do them justice (ahem miyuu ahem) this is just a very in general observation

im pretty much navigating through multiple topics but another thing im gonna add is nowadays i personally dont see heavy story telling based songs a lot i might be shit at finding them so if anyone sees this and think i am so wrong please prove me wrong with those sweet sweet YouTube/nico nico links but anyways things like the evillious chronicles hell not even that much even things like what hitoshizuku x yama does or the shama series

i also kinda miss how the artists draw the vocaloids themselves for the characters in the story or songs just outright about vocaloids interacting with other vocaloids like a little slice of life but i dont really want to complain too much because seeing individual and iconic designs for songs is also nice

i think thats all, my head stores a lot of thoughts towards vocaloid wait til you see me talking about MEIKO and her tuning and how i grieve for her everyday because I've found so many songs that sound nice but the way people tune her breaks the song but in the cases where she it tuned skilfully i drop down to my knees in amazement and i will stop there because i know i might spiral into this whole separate thing

so yeah i might be a hater at times,i can spend a whole 24 hours shittalking corn (I'll get on that some day) but you know what I'm not a hater of?

schoolmizzy, more people need to know their songs oh my god just amazing shit right there simplistic yeah but good stuff and only 1.6k subscribers im fucking crying man

[andromedaexists]

WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑 || 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙽𝚊𝙽𝚘

y'all i am so busy rn that i forgot to keep yous updated on my progress. moving forward i am going to try and be more present here, i am going to work my way through my backlog of tag games this weekend and queue up all the writing yous tagged me in.

this month is camp nano and it has kept my mighty busy. here is a list of things that has happened this month:

finished the prologue and chapters 1-10. i got them up for betas to read (if you'd like to beta for CMI, the form is still open to apply here)

got in contact with an artist and started the process of commissioning them for a cover (they just sent me the concept sketch and im!!!!!)

set an official publication date (announcement coming soon 👀👀👀)

submitted a query! (and realized that i don't want to trad pub so i'm self pubbing instead!)

started talking to formatting editors. i'm not sure if i'll be able to afford a good formatting review before publication, but i am in talks with someone who will let me use their Vellum!

started research on how to self pub/what company i want to go through (and actually set up a channel where i can dump my research once i compile it!)

cried a lot over this whole process. a lot.

so yeah! a lot has happened! a lot of good stuff, but a lot of stressful stuff as well! that's okay though, i'm just over the moon that i have an official pub date 🥰

i'm going to push through to the end of camp nano, but i am going to try and get back into weekly wupdates and just talking about writing a lot more. i was a little hesitant about joining camp nano given how bad regular nano went for me last year, but a new server i joined has really helped me find my love of writing again (thank you doom and clanky and so many others that i met through the bird app, i love you all)

anyways, enough rambling. let's get to what you guys are really here for: snippets! i am going to add a couple here (read, a snippet for each chapter i've missed updating here) to make up for my relative silence as of late:

Chapter 5:

There are two more encounters listed below it, but before Icarus can read them over he is distracted by a flash of gold entering the shop. His eyes shoot up, latching to the new patron standing in line with their back to him. It’s normal for bright colors and movement to grab his attention, but this time something feels different. He can’t put his thumb on it, but his brain is telling him that he should recognize them. It’s screaming that he should know who they are. But for the life of him, he cannot make out who it is. Whomst? The fuck? From this distance, he can’t see anything that might tell him who they are. Their plain black clothes could be the tell of an Elysian, but that isn’t a guarantee. The only truly identifiable trait is the halo of blond curls cascading over their shoulders. Why do I feel like I know them?

Chapter 6:

Ariadne whistles, a long and appreciative sound as she sees her husband’s work. The tattoo had been a beast to heal, but the hours of torturous pain and restless nights of endless itching had been well worth it. He spent days ogling the tattoo after it had first healed, the feathers look so real that you can almost feel them when running your hands over the inked skin. It is everything he wanted and then some. A feather-light touch runs down the etched skin. There is only one person who had ever touched him with that kind of reverence, his artist must have gotten up to inspect the tattoo. He is admiring his art—as he should—when he says, “Looks like you should have used more lotion.” He lets go of one edge of the hoodie to flip him the bird. It’s impossible to hide anything from his artist, of course, and he knew that his lackluster care would be noted. There are likely small splotches where the ink had fallen out due to his poor moisturizing regiment, but it’s not like he has much of a choice in that. Icarus drops the back of his hoodie with a sigh as he turns to face the artist again. YOU KNOW? HARD REACH AREA ALONE. His eyebrows raise as he speaks, his signs becoming large and boisterous. He then mimes trying to reach the middle of his back. That gets a chortle out of his artist and Ariadne. He hadn’t thought to consider how he would need to reach every part of his back before getting the tattoo, and the fact that he doesn’t have anyone in his life to help him makes it that much worse.

Chapter 7:

“Look,” Andromeda levels at him, voice growing in intensity as they say, “I understand that you don’t quite trust me yet. I mean, we just met yesterday. Hell, I don’t even know your name yet! But-” “Icarus.” He grabs the hoodie on the left and pulls it over his head. He takes a moment to pull his hair up and fasten it in a ponytail before turning and leaning back against the closet door. “My name is Icarus.” “Okay. Icarus. Y’know, that fits.” Their voice is calmer, quieter, as if that piece of information is enough to placate them. Icarus huffs. The name really does fit him, doesn’t it? Always jumping into things without thinking of the consequences, taking risks, and keeping shit close to his chest until he gets a bit too close to hubris and starts to fall apart. Falling in love with the sun personified. Burning, falling, crashing, drowning. Yeah, the name fits him. The only difference between him and the Icarus of myth is that he died at the end of his story. Icarus has no plans of dying. No, he plans of making it out the other end of his story and living to tell the tale.

Chapter 8:

“I thought the whole ‘Oh, Hestia has a pizza shop?’ ordeal would tell you that I have no idea where to go.” Huh, yeah, that should have clicked with him. It’s not like they could search up directions, they likely don’t have a phone just the same as him. Can’t risk having a way for someone to use GPS to locate him. It’s not like he has anyone to keep in contact with, anyways. “It’s just down the street. Go out the front of the building and head down West Saint Clair, it’s just past fourth street. I’d say can’t miss it but you very much could, there’s no sign out front. It’s the only building that looks like there’s someone living in it on that block, though.” “Got it. West Saint Clair, Fourth Street, not-abandoned building.” Andromeda repeats the directions to themself as they head towards the front door. “Anything else while I’m out?”

Chapter 9:

How could he forget? “Καιρὸς δε, Thanatos,” he mumbles as he stretches his arms out in front of him and rests his forehead on the blissfully cool counter. “And here I was thinking you weren’t gonna remember me.” Long gone is the shrill and timid voice of a sickly kid, replaced by one of the most soothing and deep tones Icarus had ever heard. “…Fair ‘nuff.” The vibrations of a glass hitting the counter top make Icarus look up. A glass of water, just water. He groans, that is not what he wants right now. He’s craving the sweet buzz of an energy drink, but that will require him to get up and walk around the island to grab one. Andromeda chuckles, not moving an inch as they watch Icarus suffer over the glass. “Quit pouting and drink.” He drops his head, turning his face away from the glass. “Oh come on, you big baby. Deja de hacer un berrinche y bebe.” They poke his cheek as he pouts. “Mira, food’s ready. Sit up and eat.”

Chapter 10:

“Why are we running?” they ask, gasping for air after the impromptu sprint. Icarus points to the bird as it hops along the ridge of the tent. He turns to watch their reaction, this is a big deal. Their eyes widen and their jaw drops open, they are just as shocked as he is. His smile has not left, though it dulls as their face drops to sadness and grim acceptance. What? “A crow.” Before he can say anything the look is gone. They beam a bright smile at him. “I can’t believe you found a bird! That’s definitely good luck for us.” But it’s not, their reaction sits wrong with him. He squints his eyes, watches them to see if that glimpse of despair will surface again. When it doesn’t, Icarus forces a smile on his face. If they don’t want to talk about it then he isn’t going to talk about it.

Okay, i think that's enough of a writing dump for now. here's the CMI Taglist:

@flowerprose @isherwoodj @cream-and-tea @touchingmadness @lockejhaven @marinesocks @wildswrites @the-finch-address @writingpotato07-deactivated2023 @leighvalentin @inkspellangel @cljordan-imperium @outpost51 @alleahgrinnon @smol-feralgremlin

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[kaserolly]

Update regarding me and this blog 💚

Hi everyone! Mina here.

I think you all noticed that I've been posting less and less lately. This is due to many factors, including uni stuff and me slightly losing my interest in sports.

I love being part of this fandom, I love posting about football and formula 1, don't get me wrong... it's just... these sports are getting less and less fun to watch, plus I don't feel as much excitement as I used to. Looking back, I used to post a lot and I mean A LOT about my fave drivers, fave teams, fave clubs etc. This was cuz it helped me forget about the problems I had irl, as it was around that time I was recovering from a pretty traumatic hand surgery AND I had to study hard for the national exams I had to take at the end of 12th grade.

But yeah, with time, I started posting less and less, to the point that I'm now a shell of what I used to be. Plus I started uni around a year ago, so my posting habits have become less frequent.

Also, I feel like the fandom isn't a safe place for me anymore. Sure, I have close friends who I keep in touch with from time to time, and I will always be honoured to be their friend, I love them from the bottom of my heart!!

However there are still some bad apples... I won't go into too much detail but yeah, be careful who you interact with.

Anyways, onto the update itself: this blog will be semi active, I'm not going on a hiatus or anything, I'm not gonna deactivate or abandon this account... because I wanna get myself to like football and formula 1 again. I want to be back here.

I'm more active in the D4DJ fandom on a different platform. Sooooo if you know and/or play this game, I'd be happy to see you there :3

Also I'll be active on Discord too so if you wanna talk to me make sure to add me @/kaserolly 💚

I'm rambling too much vhghhhg sorry ;-; goodnight everyone

Mina 💚

[fainthedcherry]

PARAMORE RELEASED THEIR A24 TRIBUTE COVER TODAY. AND I GOT INSPIRED BY THE LYRICS AND THE VISUALIZER.

IMAGE CREDITS BC VERY OBVIOUSLY THIS IS AN EXPERIMENTAL PIC COLLAGE PIECE PRIMARILY BELOW DESC (I DID NOT TAKE THE COOL PICS OBV.)

OK GIANT CREDIT BLOCK GO (Freepik and pexels my beloved saved my entire college year lmao):

1 OCEAN WAVES

2 OCEAN WAVES AGAIN

3 YES A THIRD OCEAN WAVE

4 VERY COOL DROPLETS

5 FLAME. OO FIRE PRETTYYY /POS

6 BG I CHEATED YOU INTO BELIEVING IS RAIN

The drawing though is made by my acoustic arse /lh

THE LYRICS ARE TAKEN FROM THE VID I LINKED. HAYLEY'S VOICE MY BELOVED AND FOREVER DEAREST ENTIRE BAND /POSPOSPOS. I wanna sing like Hayley so badly, she is such an idol to me, when it comes to vocals and I wish to sing as expressive as her some day 🤧✨💖

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WHAT MORE CAN I SAY, OTHER THAN I'VE BEEN EXPERIMENTING WITH SHORT DRAWINGS, THAT TAKE UNDER A DAY TO COMPLETE TO FIGURE OUT SOME THINGS I WANNA DO AS AN ARTIST AND POSSIBLY COMMISSIONS. + These drawings genuinely kinda de-stress so it's been free therapy too, oops. I wanna do more of these vector-style drawings, that are just me taking lyrics and creating these fun collages, of things that inspire me or I like. It's a chill practice and lets my creativity actually do the work for once, instead of my usual need to outdo myself in every drawing and improve lmao. Improvement is cool and all, but dear god did I not realise how hard my need for perfection last year stress and strangle me tf out. I seriously need to re-evaluate the way I approach art as this massive, intimidating medium, when most artists literally draw for fun, and for me it's been like...A Sisyphean task.

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If you enjoyed seeing this, I might make a sequel with C'est Comme Ca and w/ Marco in it instead and a red BG,, if I want to, I might turn these into a series, just like those aesthetic icon drawings I made of my 2 boys, started Lotta, and IMMEDIATELY lost that sketch due to my USB's death back in 2022 and lost all motivation for art due to that massive loss /neg

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Not sure what else to add here other than my thoughts that I already did!! Other than ofc, the usual, MASSIVE thank you to my friend Hollowed-Hartlocke for introducing me to Paramore back in 2019 <3

Think I'm done rambling now tho!! OH WAIT. I can add, that I had to actually pull out Adobe Illustrator just to add stretched text for aesthetic purposes. Then I got so impatient with the effects panel not showing me the usual layer-effects and me being too lazy to look up, whether InDesign was the one, that had the usual layer effects I use in an Adobe program or not. Btw still mooching off my college acc that shoulda been dead long ago but just isn't??? LMAO I'M STILL GONNA USE IT IF I CAN ALRIGHT.

OH YEAH BTW. This drawing took 3 hours. NO I'M NOT KIDDING. PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY BE SHOCKED THAT SUCH A LAZY LOOKING PIECE TOOK SO LONG. BUT I GENUINELY AM RATHER SHOOK THAT I TOOK SUCH LITTLE TIME TO CREATE THIS. TBF I threw MOST proportion checks and canvas flips I do out the window, so there's a BIG chance I will hate this, if I flip the canvas xD ANYWAY I RAMBLED LONG ENOUGH I THINK NOW. JUST ENJOY EXPERIMENTAL ART

^Before-bed edit; Yeah his torso's a TAD too much leaning to the left, it's off-center to the rotation of his pelvis to be in fact, but maybe? I'll roll with this mistake. It kinda gives the piece its abstract nature..I kinda like the mistake?? This is the first time in my life I ever tolerated a mistake I did and now declare it on purpose and will probably build one into the next piece as well. Hell, maybe it'll yield an interesting result. Anyway, it's 12PM as I write this, and I have to get up at 4AM for my train soOooo, yeah, gotta sleep ASAP for school.

I have NO clue again what to 100% accurately tag this, so forgive me if the tags are wrong LMAO, I just will believe what I believe it has overlaps w/ within art-genre.

This piece kiiinda gives pop art??? So I'm gonna tag it as such as well, but but might be incorrect. If a pop-art enjoyer wants to correct me, PLEASE DO. I'm going off the definitions of pop-art I learned in high-school. So I could most def be wrong about me adding this tag in particular. How tf do people confidently tag their posts when I doubt almost every tag I add man. Tagging is the worst part of uploading art to me due to how hard it is to label art really, not meant to be in a genre. xD

Def adding Paramore tags tho bc I NEED to know more Paramore fans out there bc we feel like such a tiny community, when they're literally one of the most influential rock bands of the 2000s and 2010s imho AUGH

[ferris-the-wheel]

Hi,

I was wondering for the Canon character and oc event thing you can do a 💛 (with a hint of 💚) of my oc Kasai and post overblot Leona. Can it also be written in his perspective?

I think they would get along personally (minus Leona being a bit jealous of her and since idk how to add links I'll explain when I talk about her briefly) and so they'd either just be hanging out or maybe Kasai is talking to him about her kingdom.

(A bit on Kasai now)

That's what she looks like. She's a god of fire + war. She's overall a very extroverted person due to being queen of her kingdom and having to interact with a lot of people. She doesn't really get attached to mortal people because she lost a lot of people in war/in general. So if she does get attached to them, she's very protective. She's illiterate and is often called stupid, but she's actually very good at manipulation and taking care of her kingdom. She has an older brother and is part dragon due to her mom cheating on her dad (he was a big tyrant) with a dragon who took a human form. She wasn't actually supposed to be queen, but she touched the family scythe, and it declared her as the new queen (I would get into why, but it's not super important) She can't feel romantic love and gets super annoyed when people try and date her. She likes collecting various weapons and anything shiny she finds.

(I'm so sorry if this was too much info. I get a bit carried away when trying to explain my characters to people. Also, I'm sorry if I missed any of the requirements)

{ Canon Characters Meet OCs event! }

A/N: Info dumping is totally fine ^^ And I read more into Kasai's backstory and lore on your blog, so hopefully I get all this right *lowkey worried but determined*

ೃ⁀➷ 💛/💚

ೃ⁀➷ Perspective: Leona

TW: None

"Well, I told you about my kingdom. Why don't you tell me about yours?" Leona asked. He and Kasai were sitting on the balcony outside his room. He was sitting with one leg up with an arm crossed over it, while Kasai let her legs swing idly.

"Hm? Sure, I guess. It's by this big volcano, so it's pretty hot most of the time." She replied, turning to face him. Leona hesitated for a moment. She hadn't corrected him when he'd called it her kingdom. She was the second-born, right?

"Kasai?" He queried. She gave a 'hm?' to show she heard, though she'd already turned to face the slowly lowering sun. "You mentioned at some point that you have an older brother. So you're the second-born of your family, right?" Leona continued.

"Yeah. Why?" She asked. "You didn't correct me when I said 'your kingdom'. Wouldn't it be your older brother's kingdom then?" Leona's tail flicked and he shifted so he better faced Kasai, his left foot now inches from the balcony's floor.

Kasai laughed. "No, it's mine. There's this scythe that's been passed down for generations in my family. It's only able to be wielded by the ruler of my kingdom. Long story short, I touched it and it claimed me." She explained, then added with a snicker, "You should have seen the look on my father's face when he realized I was going to the kingdom's next ruler."

"I can only imagine," Leona said with a grin, then turned away. He felt his mouth drop to a scowl and he glared at the dusty expanse of the Savanaclaw dorm. Deep down, though he'd never admit it to her, he was extremely jealous. If only his family had some scythe heirloom, then maybe he could of stood a chance of becoming king. Though, he reasoned, Kasai is a bit of a special case, apparently. But still, he couldn't help the negative feelings stirring inside him.

"Leona? Is there something wrong?" Kasai asked, tapping him on the shoulder. Leona turned to her, fixing a nonchalant look on his face. "Huh? What do you mean, herb-" He stopped, remembering that Kasai was a dragon, therefore definitely not an herbivore. "I'm fine; why?" He restarted. She rolled her eyes. "Remembered I'm a dragon, huh? Anyways, you looked mad about something."

Leona scoffed. "What would I be mad about?"

"I don't know, that's why I asked." Kasai retorted. Leona caught an opportunity and took it, swiftly changing the topic. "So you can read other people's emotions better than you can read in general? And write, if I remember correctly." He flashed her a smirk.

"Eh- I can read!" She protested, standing up in her irritation. Leona chuckled. "Your history grades seem to say otherwise. I doubt Professor Trein can even read your handwriting."

"He totally can. And don't act like your grades are so good; at least I actually show up for class." She shot back. "And falling asleep immediately after you sit down doesn't count."

Leona couldn't think of a good reply to that so he rolled his eyes and his tail gave a lazy flick. "Well, I'm tired and the sun's shining in the perfect spot; so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take a nap." He remarked, glancing at the sun that was just high enough to have risen past sunrise.

"If you fall asleep now, you won't wake up in time for your first class," Kasai said. "I pity Ruggie, having to drag your lazy butt out of bed every morning." She said in a teasing tone. Leona slipped off the balcony railing and stretched his arms, letting out a low yawn.

"See ya later." He said, offering a lazy wave as he turned away, heading inside his room. He didn't bother to watch for her to wave back, and as he turned to the window for a brief moment, she had disappeared. He gave a subconscious shrug and collapsed onto his bed, dozing off almost instantly, the rays of sunlight shining warmly on his bare skin.

@doodler17: to make links, you can tap the vertical dots at the top of your post and it will say 'copy link'. Click that, then go to the post where you want to add the link. If you want to add the link to a particular word, just double click on the word and you'll see what looks like two chain links interlocked. Choose that and it'll let you input the link, then you're done! And by the way, thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long for it to be finished, mbmb.

Also, I hope everyone enjoyed this post! Unfortunately, aside from a few requests that still need to be finished (I'LL GET THEM DONE, I SWEAR!!), the canon character meets ocs event is over (since the 20th). I may or may not keep the event as a permanent feature so you guys can continue to bombard me with oc requests, so keep an eye out for that!