#but instead will crank some of it up to 11

[puppyeared]

save me old flipnote studio MVs.......

[quibbs126]

You know that Megamind quote about “presentation”? I could totally see Descole saying that to another villain or something

I’m just struggling to think of who, most of them have presentation

[frogchiro]

The sleazy neighbours ghost storys are so good, what happens after the snow storm do things go back to normal or is there more tension between the two??? Please I've been thinking about for daysss lol

Thank you love!!

I'm imagining that after that sleazy neighbour!Simon would be much more bold and brazen with his advances for you! In his mind you basically gave him the green light to go to town and so he did :((

But we need to remember that this is still sleazy Si so his advances would definitely **not** be as chivalrous and gentelmanly as some would think; in reality it would consist of being more pushy with his touches, even bullying you 'playfully' into corners and crooning at you with that low, raspy voice of his and his cock would twitch in his sweats at the soght of you not pushing him away or even trying to, instead you just whine at him, all bashful and blushy :(

Speaking of sweatpants, yes sleazy Simon is that guy that wears gray sweats CONCIOUSLY bc he knows his dick is huge and is so stupidly proud of it :( Now that the initial 'ice' is broken he will crank it up to 11, always going around in those damn sweats and showing off to you. Totally gets off and smirks like a nasty, hungry wolf, all teath when he sees how you stutter over your words and fluster when he's in his gray sweats and he purposefull manspreads, his huge powerful thighs open and the print of his dick shows right up, not even trying to hide the facts that he's getting hard </3

[roosterforme]

Is It Working For You? Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

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Summary: This is what happens when you and Bradley can't keep your hands off each other. 

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

You woke up Saturday morning to the warmest, fuzziest feelings coursing through your body. It was like you had a date-hangover from the previous night with Bradley. The entire evening had been perfection. Hot sauce, a silent disco and thigh groping? It was like he knew things about you that you didn't even know about yourself. And you only met him a few weeks ago. 

Also, you were no longer disappointed that he'd dropped you off instead of coming inside with you. Sure, your horniness level was cranked up to an 11 now, but he had been so earnest, wanting you to take him seriously. 

And what he had told you about his parents? Fuck, a little piece of you had died inside when you learned what he'd been carrying with him basically his entire life. But you would gently hold onto this information, and treat it with respect, because Bradley didn't seem to have many people in his life that he trusted. 

You sashayed out to the kitchen and danced around the room. 

"Is he here?" Maria asked, eyes wide.

You giggled and took the eggs out of the refrigerator. "No, he's not here."

"He left already?"

"No! He didn't stay over," you told her, cracking two eggs and scrambling them in a bowl.

"If he didn't stay over, then how are you this happy looking?"

You went to retrieve the bottle of hot sauce from your purse as your eggs cooked. "Because I had the best evening ever, even though I didn't get laid. He told me he wants me to take him seriously, so he declined my offer to join me for the night. But he's picking me up in a while to go to the Padres game with some of his friends."

"Damn, girl. You got it bad."

You dumped the hot sauce all over your eggs and took a bite. "So, any chance I can kick you out for a while tomorrow?"

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Bradley had jerked off so many times since last night, but he still felt unsatisfied just thinking about you and your body and your voice. "You could have had the real thing, asshole," he murmured to himself. 

He thought the date had gone really well, but he dated so infrequently, he wasn't actually sure. He was thankful he already had the safety net of the Padres game to use, since there might be a chance you were annoyed that he left you with a goodnight kiss instead of more. Plus he told you about his parents? On your first date? What the fuck was wrong with him?

But when you opened your door for him, your arms were instantly around his neck, and your lips locked with his.

"Hi," you whispered when you released him.

"I missed you," he said, shocking even himself as he admitted the truth. You looked so pleased with yourself, he just had to laugh.

"Did you? You didn't have to miss me. You could have stayed."

"Next time you ask me to, I'll stay."

"Maybe tomorrow night?" you whispered.

Bradley just smiled at you. He smiled the whole way to the ball game, and he smiled as you met up with Phoenix and Bob and took your seats.

"How much do I owe you for the ticket?" you asked Phoenix once you were settled and the first pitch had been thrown. 

"Oh, you don't. Rooster paid for it."

"You didn't have to do that," you told him.

"I wanted to," he replied as he tried to stretch out his legs, but he was too big for the little folding stadium seats.

"Does anyone see the guys who walk around with Cracker Jacks?" Bob asked from the other side of Phoenix, craning his neck in every direction.

She leaned in closer to you. "What do you say, next time we ditch the boys and go out for a girls day?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, absolutely! It's not too late to do that now. We could ditch these two and probably go sweet talk our way into some box seats."

"Really, Sweetheart? I'm sitting right here," Bradley said, slinging his arm around your shoulders, kissing your neck and generally encroaching on your personal space. 

Phoenix looked on with interest. "So, I guess your date went well then? Bradley basically told me it was the best night of his life. Isn't that right, Soul Sister?" Phoenix asked and you started cracking up at the nickname. "Oh, you told her about Soul Sister?"

"Yeah," Bradley groaned. "And now I'm seriously wishing I hadn't."

Phoenix just laughed harder at the look Bradley was giving you.

"The date was kind of perfect, although he did coerce me into coming today really early on in the evening, so I think he might have been nervous."

"Once again, I am sitting right here," Bradley said, but something else caught your attention.

"Oh! There he is!" You launched out of your seat and jumped over Bradley's legs into the aisle.

"What the hell?" Bradley called as you ran down the ramp and back up the other stairs. "Where is she going?"

Phoenix shrugged and leaned across your now empty seat and told Bradley, "If you manage to mess this up, I'll be so pissed at you. I really like her."

You returned a moment later, squeezing yourself back over Bradley's lap, hands filled with Cracker Jack boxes. "Here you go, Bob." 

"Oh, I really like her, too," Bob said as he opened a box.

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An hour later and you were snuggled up on Bradley's shoulder while he played with your hair. All four of you had been snacking on Cracker Jacks and drinking some beer, adding your own color commentary to the game.

"This team is terrible, has anyone even hit a single yet?" Phoenix asked.

"No," you, Bradley and Bob all replied at the same time.

"I think it's because they don't actually have any fans, because nobody is actually from San Diego," Bob added.

Then a romantic song started playing in the stadium, and you tilted your head to look up at Bradley. He was already smiling back at you.

"Oh my God, you guys are on the Kiss Cam!" Phoenix squealed. 

You sat up a little straighter and saw that yes, indeed, you and Bradley were on the gigantic screen. People started chanting for you to kiss.

"What do you say, Sweetheart?" he said with a laugh, sliding his hand from your shoulder to the back of your neck and sitting up straighter. You reached for his face, running your hand across his cheek and leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. He held you against him, deepening the kiss. The chanting all around you turned to cheers, and you and Bradley started laughing, foreheads pressed together. 

As soon as you started to separate, the camera panned back to you both. "Again?" you asked, but the camera did not switch to anyone else.

"Give the people what they want!" yelled Phoenix, and then more chanting started.

This time Bradley leaned all the way into your space and kissed you hard. Your hands ended up in his hair, and one of his landed on your knee and then crept higher. He eased his mouth back just enough to slip his tongue between your lips. The crowd was cheering louder for you than for the baseball game.

"We're going to get kicked out for corruption of minors," you gasped when his lips connected with your neck.

"That's the camera operator's fault, not ours," Bradley replied while sliding his hand further up your leg, and the camera finally landed on a new couple. 

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After the game, the four of you made it to the Hard Deck. Bradley wasn't sure whether or not you would want to walk in with him, because it was almost a given that some of your colleagues would be there. He'd been on his best behavior at the game since you were with Phoenix and Bob. Well, other than the Kiss Cam leg groping and corruption of minors. He couldn't help it that he wanted to touch you all the time. 

You walked into the bar with him and then said, "I'm going to go catch up with Maria and Cam. Apparently some old friends shipped in this week. I'll see you in a bit," and vanished off to the bar. This would have been fine. All of this would have been just fine, except that a few minutes later, after he lost a game of darts and sat down with a beer, Bradley saw you chatting with a guy. Your back was to Bradley, so he had a great view of the guy smiling at you and looking down your shirt. 

"What the hell?" he muttered, and Phoenix turned to see what he was looking at.

Then the guy ran his hand up and down your arm, and Bradley saw red. "Who the fuck does he think he is?" he asked, jerking up from the stool he was sitting on. 

Phoenix tried to push him back into his seat. "Let her take care of it, she's a big girl. Besides, she doesn't exactly look happy about him touching her."

"Then he shouldn't be doing it," Bradley said through clenched teeth. He watched you shift a bit, and then he was able to see your face. You looked irritated as you pulled the idiot's hand off of you and placed it firmly at his side. But then the asshole leaned in toward you, even though you were inching away from him.

The guy was tall, but not taller than Bradley, and he looked nowhere near as strong. It was never a good idea to underestimate someone physically, but Bradley was totally game for kicking his ass. "If he touches her again, I'm going to kick the shit out of him," he said, in a very calm voice.

"Stop it! You're not going to hit anyone," Phoenix said, trying to push him back toward the dartboard, but all she managed to do was slow him down a bit.

The guy reached out like he was going to touch you again, and Bradley was instantly there.

"Hey buddy, do you have a problem?"

You turned to face Bradley, gently placing a hand on his shirt, grounding him. "It's okay, Rooster. Can I meet you outside by your car? In five minutes? I'll be there in five, I promise." Your voice sounded pleading but steady.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes."

The last thing Bradley wanted to do was leave you alone with this guy, but then he noticed that Cam and Maria were both watching things unfold from nearby. He nodded at Cam who nodded back, then Bradley headed for the door.

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"So you're fucking that guy now?" Kyle asked as soon as Bradley was out of earshot. Of course he waited until Bradley was gone, because he was probably afraid of getting his ass kicked. "Jesus, I've been on a carrier for two months, and this is the shit I come back to? I gave you some space and time, and you told me when I got back we could date."

"I never said that, Kyle. I broke things off when you left, because it wasn't working for me."

"We're good together."

"We have never been together. We were just hooking up. You've got to leave me alone. Seriously Kyle, just fuck off."

You stormed over to your friends. "Next time, a heads up would be nice!" you hissed.

"We just got here, babe. We didn't know," Maria said.

Cam was already walking toward Kyle. "I'll go talk to him. I don't know why he's being like this."

"Shit," you muttered, stalking out to the parking lot. It had already been more than five minutes. You marched across the parking lot to the last aisle. You could see Bradley in the fading light, arms crossed as he leaned against the Bronco and glared at the ground. 

When you approached him quickly, he looked up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm fine," you promised with a smile.

"It's been seven minutes. I was about to storm back in there," Bradley said, and you could tell he was only half joking. "Who the hell is that asshole?"

"Kyle. He's nobody. I met him through Cam." You forced yourself into Bradley's arms, and he opened them for you, holding you against him. 

"You dated him?"

"No, we um... we didn't date. I was just-"

"Hooking up?" Bradley asked, rubbing circles across your back.

"Yeah," you whispered, embarrassed.

"He seems a little desperate to be with you."

"Yeah," you agreed with a laugh, running your fingers across the long scar on his neck. "He seems to think he can bully me into a relationship."

"I really really want to go back in there and give him an attitude adjustment. Would that be okay with you? I could at least threaten him with a bad time. I can get Hangman and Coyote to back me up, scare the shit out of him."

"No, I want you out here with me," you said, pressing up on your tiptoes to kiss him. "Please?"

Bradley groaned at the word please tacked on to the request, and spun you around so your back was against the Bronco. "Anything you want, Baby Girl."

"I want you to kiss me." His lips were on yours instantly, kissing you so sweetly. "I want you to touch me, too," you managed, and then his hands were right there, easing up your hips and inside the bottom of your shirt. 

His calloused hands were rough against the smooth skin of your waist. His mustache was rough against your lips and cheeks. His raspy voice was rough as he asked you Like this, baby?

But everything about his demeanor right now was still so soft, so sweet. 

"Yes," you hissed, and with one word, it felt like you gave him permission to give you everything you wanted. His right hand slid around to your lower back, fingertips just barely dipping into your jean shorts, pulling you against him. His left hand continued upward, over your bare stomach, and cupping you over your bra. 

He was rock hard as he was slowly grinding against you, and even through several layers of clothing you could tell he was huge. "Bradley, Roo-" He gently bit your neck as his fingers yanked down your bra cups, teasing your nipples. "Oh."

A distant part of your brain registered that you were still in the parking lot of the Hard Deck, but it was pretty dark, and you couldn't muster up much of a fuck to give about being seen at the moment. Because Bradley's fingers just slid to the front of your shorts, undid them, and delved into your underwear.

"Are we going to do this right here?" you whined, because his fingers were right there, so close, but not quite close enough.

Bradley spun you around so your back was to him. You braced yourself against the Bronco with both hands as he pinned your body between his chest and his hand, which was now completely inside the front of your underwear. "Is this what you want? You want me to finger you right here, where anyone could see?" he asked as he slid his middle finger slowly over your soaking wet clit before gently slipping it inside you.

"Yes, please. Please, Bradley," you moaned.

He grinned against the side of your neck, licking the spot he had bit earlier. "What a filthy little thing my Baby Girl is. Filthy, and so wet," he rasped, letting you ride his finger while he pushed your hair aside and kissed the back of your neck. "You are so wet for me."

You could only manage to moan as his index finger joined his middle, stretching you, causing you to arch your back. It had been ages since anyone turned you on as much as Bradley Bradshaw did.

"Shit," Bradley hissed as your ass bumped against his hips in a steady rhythm as he fucked you with his fingers. Your head ended up tilted back against his shoulder, and Bradley kissed your mouth hard as his thumb relentlessly circled your clit, your cries quieted by his lips. His left hand wrenched its way further up your shirt squeezing your nipples which were still peeking out above your bra. 

Then he nudged your legs further apart with his knee to give himself a deeper angle, and those long fingers bent inside you, hitting just the right spot. "Oh, that feels good," you managed to say, and then you were spiraling. You clamped down around him, riding out your orgasm, babbling a bunch of incoherent nonsense against his lips. 

You leaned back against his chest, still unable to speak in actual sentences, but loving the feel of his huge body behind yours. "You're such a good girl, Sweetheart," Bradley told you as your breathing started to return to normal. "So good."

Then he withdrew his hand from your shorts and spun you back to face him, and you watched him lick his fingers clean of your wetness. 

"God damn, Y/N. I love the way you taste," he rasped, and you were instantly in his arms, tongue between his lips, dying to taste yourself in his mouth. It was overwhelming what this man was able to do to you. 

You heard some chatter as a group of people were walking to their cars, and Bradley carefully put some space between your bodies. Then he zipped and buttoned the front of your shorts for you.

After placing a sweet kiss on your cheek, he took you by the hand and started walking.

"Where are we going?" you were finally able to ask.

"We're going to go back inside and have a drink, and every time any other man so much as looks at you, you're going to think about how good it feels to have my fingers inside you."

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[lalal-99]

of new friendship {h.j.} | track 3

©June 2023, March 2024 by lalal-99

Han Jisung x afab!reader | trope: slice of life, coming of age | word count: 3.8k

Synopsis: The one where you go to a Jackson Wang party.

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Note: As promised, this chapter is much shorter than the last. The next will, again, have 6k, but after that, chapters will be shorter (I think). Also, I wrote the most angsty and heartbreaking chapter yesterday and I can't wait to post it when it's due. Hope you enjoy this :)

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You couldn’t remember the last party you had been to.

A real party, with crates of alcohol, loud music, and drunk people, that was.

Throughout your early teen years it had been a regular part of your week. Getting drunk, befriending strangers and making mistakes. You left no party within reach unattended, no matter the people or their willingness to provide alcohol to minors. You had figured out ways to always get what you wanted in the end. And what you wanted at that time was to drink away any and every one of your brain cells.

With a little luck it would be the very one that made you remember the grief of losing a parent.

Whenever you told people about those days, it was as an explanation to why you rarely drank now. Most people also thought Jisung had helped you overcome that part of your life. It would have fit right into their version of a romantic love story—girl sad, girl meets boy, boy fixes girl. Happy end.

Most people couldn’t have been more wrong.

Jisung, like yourself, was plagued by his very own share of suffocating pain. And he too wanted to forget, desperately. In meeting you, he found someone who was right as troubled, maybe even more so. Thus, a toxic relationship formed, the two of you soon becoming the life of every party you attended.

Any party you went to, you became the centre of. Be it a friend’s party, a friend’s sibling’s party, or a stranger’s party one of your mutual friends had heard about god-knows-where. Surrounded by a crowd of people, both your age and older, you became the main source of entertainment. Making people laugh and providing them with memories they wouldn’t forget. Because which other two 14-year-olds could keg-stand and funnel like grown-ups?

You weren’t proud of it, but at the same time, it was as much part of your story as everything before and after. The darkest part, filled with pain, rage, and the simple desire to forget, yes. But a part never less.

Those times were long gone; life had caught up to you at some point.

Despite your party-animal-past, a shiver ran down your back when the frat house appeared on the horizon.

People gathered on the porch, on the stairs leading up to it, and on the lawn, smoking, drinking, and making out. Whatever stereotypical frat-party scenario you could have come up with played out right in front of your eyes.

You lingered for a moment, watching the scene unfold. Unsure how to approach the evening or if you even still wanted to. Hadn’t it been for Yuqi taking matters into her own two hands and dragging you inside... Well, you would have turned around and chosen the safety of your room instead.

Your partying days sure had passed.

When you entered the house, a thick veil of warmth and sweat hit you, a breath of nausea taking over your being. A sea of people was stumbling from room to room, up the stairs or towards you, in a desperate search for fresh air. If you planned on staying here for the next few hours, you’d need a drink. Or five.

Yuqi turned towards you, excitement evident on her face, “Wanna look for Jisung?”

“Drinks first!” you yelled back, her nod telling you she had understood. Surprising, seeing someone had cranked the bass right up to 11.

With your hand in hers, Yuqi pulled you through the crowd until you reached the kitchen. It was less crowded than the rest of the house, meaning you had a safe haven you could come to if things got too much. Judging from the tension in your back not even five minutes in, you’d need it at some point.

You didn’t pay too much attention to the people around you. The couple making out on the counter or the group chatting on the other side of the room. Instead, your gaze focused on the beers in the ice-filled sink. A sigh of relief escaped you as the cold, bitter liquid ran down your throat. The first half of the bottle, you emptied in that initial gulp.

You must have needed this more than you noticed.

“Impressive,” Yuqi praised you, her lips wrapping around her own bottle for a less eager sip. “Remind me never to face you in a drink-off.”

“Trust me, my drink-off days are far behind me.”

Your voice startled one of the people standing by the side, a familiar face snapping towards you. “Y/N?”

You found Hwasa leaning against the counter, a surprised expression taking over her features.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Your roomie had told you she’d be going out tonight too. Although you hadn’t expected her to be at the same party you had been dragged into. Pulling you into a hug, a few of her locks tickled your nose. “Jisung got invited by an old friend.”

“And you brought my new favourite person! Hi!” Hwasa greeted Yuqi with another bone-crushing hug. To an outsider, it must have looked like you hadn’t seen each other for years rather than yesterday.

“Don’t call me your favourite person, or I will cry.”

The smile on Yuqi’s face spread from one ear to the other as she let go of your roommate. After a few shorts hours spent with her, she had opened up to you about how difficult it usually was for her to make friends. Similar to Jisung, her quirky persona more times than not scared people off. Befriending not one but two people within the first week on campus, her happiness was understandable.

“So, who’s the mystery friend that invited you here? Wait, don’t tell me! I’m gonna guess. Is it Chris? He knows, like, everyone.” You shook your head, never having heard that name in your life. Scratching her chin with two perfectly manicured fingernails, Hwasa pondered. “Matthew? He’s been around for a while.” Again, you didn’t know who she was talking about.

This game could have taken forever. There were about 300 people who could have invited you, judging from the crowd inside this house. Though the fun was cut short when the door to the kitchen opened, and a familiar face entered the scene. Just like you remembered, he was followed by a crowd of eager people. Ever the centre of everything.

“No way! Am I dreaming? Y/N! I can’t believe you came.”

You startled when he pulled you into a hug, wrapping your arms around him with reluctance. You hadn’t seen him in over two years, and this was how he decided to greet you? A hug? Thinking about it, you had probably hugged him only a handful of times in your lifetime. Your birthday, maybe. Or Christmas.

“Hi, Jackson.”

He let go of you, momentarily staying in your proximity before stepping back.

He looked good, face clean-shaven and hair pulled back by a baseball cap. His clothes told the same story they always did. Rich guy with swagger, Gucci earrings somehow accentuating his baggy clothing. Jackson, for all you remembered, had always dressed like this. Drenching his aura in handsome.

“How is everyone? How’s the fam?”

“Everyone is perfect. Healthy, happy.”

Despite your best efforts to sound nonchalant, you couldn’t help the undertone of spite. Jackson seemed to understand the secret message, nodding as his lips pressed into a thin line.

You wanted to be nice to him as you were aware he was a good person at heart. But after everything, you couldn’t help being a little bitter still.

Hwasa—oblivious to a fault—interrupted the awkward shift this conversation had taken and you silently thanked the heavens. “You know each other?”

“What? You do, too?” Jackson replied, pointing between the two of you, ever the Spiderman-meme. “How?”

“We’re roommates.”

Emptying your first bottle, you pulled a second one out of the sink, opening it on the marble of the kitchen island. A party trick from back in your heyday you never quite unlearned.

“What? That’s crazy!” Jackson seemed genuinely surprised. He pulled his baseball cap off his head and repositioned it over a few loose strands. “Small world.”

“How about you?” you threw the question back to them.

“We’re—” Jackson cut himself off, eyes meeting Hwasa’s as they toasted their bottles. A quick wink, and he finished his contextually unbelievable description of their relationship. “Friends.”

Hwasa choked on her drink, laughing at his words as if it was the funniest thing she had heard all year. “That’s the understatement of the year.”

You remembered Yuqi, who was leaning against the counter beside you, perfectly quiet as she listened. Probably the quietest you had seen her since you met her. And that included the courses you visited together.

“Fine. We used to hook up. Happy?” Jackson corrected his previous statement. The wink he had sent Hwasa made way more sense now.

“Almost. You seem to have forgotten the part in which you fell hopelessly in love with me.”

Your eyes focused on the two of them. Could Hwasa be the girl? No way! That would have been too big of a coincidence.

“Okay, you are blowing that way out of proportion.” Chuckling at her words, Jackson positioned himself so that he was now facing her. “I had a little crush on you.”

“Exactly. What I said.”

Huffing, Jackson shook his head, pulling Hwasa into a side hug of sorts. Good thing Wheein wasn’t around to witness this flirtatious moment. Her absence explained why Hwasa even let someone come close to her like this. Her girlfriend’s presence seemed to put her a little on edge. Like Hwasa was in constant hope she wouldn’t do something to offend Wheein. Or, God forbid, make her think she was anything but faithful.

“We broke things off, and now—”

“We’re besties,” Hwasa ended his statement, patting his chest as they smiled at each other.

It couldn’t have been silent for more than five seconds before Jackson unwrapped his arm from his bestie. He fetched himself a fresh bottle out of the sink.

“Anyways,” throwing you and Yuqi a kind smile, Jackson turned to his friends. They were still gathered behind him, talking over each other with loud laughter. “It was nice seeing you again. I hope you and Sungie have a great night. Let me know if you need anything.”

Making his way out of the room, he left you to yourselves, sipping on your bottle like you hadn’t just emptied the last one. “Good luck finding him if you need anything. Jackson won’t be in the same room for longer than a minute.”

There was no need to tell you that.

At every party he had ever thrown, Jackson had always been nowhere and everywhere, all at once. You distinctly remembered searching for an hour once before eventually finding him where you had started. How he did it, no idea, but he sure was a pro at it.

“Let me get back to my friends. I’ll see you later?”

Nodding, you turned towards Yuqi, who had about 100 questions dancing on the tip of her tongue. The second you were on your own, she erupted like a waterfall.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” As if she would buy that. There was no way you didn’t know what she was talking about. Your body language had been very see-through throughout that whole interaction. Arms crossed, lips tight, brows cocked.

“Don’t play me, bitch!” A term of endearment, you had learned. “There was so much tension, I thought I was in Riverdale for a sec.”

You laughed at her words, shaking your head. “I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”

“Alright.” Yuqi accepted, but not before getting at least one last statement out in the open. “He’s smoking hot, but whatever he did to you, I would not want to be him.”

The two of you left the kitchen on a seemingly impossible quest to find your boyfriend. You forced your way through the crowd until you reached a less dense section of the room. Only then you noticed a group of people a little further back, right by a window.

You motioned for Yuqi to follow you as you approached the couches. Your boyfriend’s mop of brown hair remained the centre of your vision.

Jisung was deep in conversation with a boy beside him while Felix listened to them. Apart from them, a handful of other boys spread over the couches. The ones that didn’t fit, sat comfortable on chairs. Seeing Jisung in a sea of people he didn’t know, talking like it’s all he was born to do, you almost didn’t want to intrude.

“Bro! Babe Alert!”

The boy next to Jisung was the first to notice you approaching. It took a lot in you to push your amusement at his obliviousness down.

As Jisung’s head followed his friend’s gaze, he gasped out a loud “Yah!” before giving the boy next to him a slap against the bulky arm.

“Dude, that’s my girlfriend.”

“Oops.”

All eyes were on you as you waved at the group. You introduced yourself while sitting on the armrest beside your boyfriend. Yuqi joined your other side, and introduced herself before leaning against you.

“I’m happy you’re here,” Jisung confessed, hand coming to your thigh, squeezing it in adoration.

“You are?”

When you looked at Jisung, you noticed the guy beside him, eyes threatening to bulk out of their sockets. Staring at Yuqi, no less. After a few seconds, he realised he’d been caught and blushed. By pulling Felix into a conversation, he hoped to cover up his interest in your friend.

The girl in question was too deep in her interaction with one of the boys on the chairs to notice. He soon offered her half of his seat, which she accepted while discussing his choice of—footwear? She really seemed to know her way around the closet.

“Yes. Because someone didn’t believe you were real.” Jisung’s eyes darted towards a boy on the other couch whose blonde tresses were pulled into a loose ponytail. “What do you say now, Hyunjin? My hot girlfriend is real.”

“That’s how you describe me to people? Hot?” You didn’t know whether to be mad or flattered.

“Just so we’re clear,” the boy, Hyunjin, chimed in, “it wasn’t the hot part I didn’t believe. It was the whole concept of a girlfriend I was questioning. But you are real, apparently. So I owe Felix ten bucks.”

Laughing at Hyunjin’s cluelessness, your boyfriend couldn’t hide his amusement. “Felix already met her, stupid! You got pranked good, dude.”

Hyunjin’s jaw was on the floor at the new discovery, gaze dramatically cutting to the boy in question.

As the two of them exchanged money and ridicule, you caressed Jisung’s thigh in adoration. A sense of pride filled you at how he had somehow already found a way out of his shell. University seemed to have a positive impact on him, the first week progressing smoother than you had anticipated. Regardless of how he made so many friends this early on, you were glad he did.

“So, who are your friends?”

Gaze wandering through the circle, Jisung introduced the boys one after another. Starting from the one sitting next to Yuqi.

“That’s Seungmin. He’s an English major.”

The boy conversed with Yuqi as though they had known each other for years. He had puppy-brown hair, parted in the middle and cut even on all sides in a fashionable bowl-cut. Two strands of light-blonde framed his face, rounding off an otherwise innocent appearance. His clothes were simple, t-shirt and cargo pants hanging loose on his lean shape.

“Next to him is Jeongin. He’s studying to become—something biology. Honestly, I didn’t understand what he does. It’s all about mitochondria and other boring stuff.”

A little more on the shy side, Jeongin followed Seungmin and Yuqi’s dialogue instead of creating his own. Like Seungmin, he clothed casual. Standing out was his thick pink hair, which contrasted his initial timid demeanour. A something-biology student with pink hair? Very eye-catching.

“On the couch, that’s Hyunjin, Minho and Chris. Hyunjin is studying art history, and Minho majors in dancing. Chris is a Music major.”

Hyunjin, the one who got pranked out of ten bucks—by Felix, out of all people—was clad in a more fashionable outfit. His grey jeans he had paired with a white button-up, a multitude of jewellery decorating his fingers and neck. Minho wore his hair in a lavender tone, a tight-fitting shirt and black leather pants. Showing off his very toned legs—a dancer, indeed. And Chris. Well, he liked his arms the size of logs, apparently. They were an unexpected contrast to his cutesy laugh, nose scrunching up as he joked with Minho.

“And the boy who can’t keep his eyes off Yuqi, that’s Changbin. Sports major. If you tell him your weight, he will send you a video of him benching it.”

“Yah, I don’t do that for just anyone. Consider yourself lucky,” Changbin interjected. Thankfully, he had only overheard the second part of Jisung’s description.

Ignoring his friend’s words, Jisung concluded his introductory round. “And you already know Felix. He’s studying to become the best teacher in the whole wide world.”

Felix ignored the mocking tone in his friend’s voice, only one of the reasons rendering him perfect for a teaching position. He stood calm whenever needed, not a word taken out of proportion. That much you had already learned from hanging out with him a handful of times. It wasn’t hard to believe, he handled children the same way he did his drunk friends.

“I’m glad you have so many friends with majors now. Maybe, they can help you decide on yours.”

Rolling his eyes at the subject you somehow couldn’t let go, Jisung pulled you from the armrest onto his lap. A tiny yelp escaped your throat, his action surprising. The two of you usually didn’t exchange PDA like that. His advances, therefore, you understood as a sign of the amount of alcohol he had already consumed.

“You will never let this go, will you?”

“Not until I know you’re not just going to university because I’m going.”

You had been gifted with so much drive to go to uni, study, become a manager. Sometimes, you forgot that some people weren’t as lucky to know what they wanted to do with their lives. Your boyfriend was one of those people.

Sure Jisung had hobbies like singing, sports and the occasional guitar session. But other than that, he was pretty clueless about his future. The two of you used to joke about it. Kidding how all the ambition and focus had gone to his sister and once he was born, there was nothing left of it. An innocent joke for as long as it hadn’t been reality.

Now that you were here and for the months leading up to your move, the joke was underlined with more seriousness.

For the longest time, Jisung hadn’t been sure he even wanted to go to university. He had debated going to work right away. Learn something handy, like electric work or nursing. That he didn’t even know a direction to go in didn’t make the decision any easier. In the end, he figured that while you were studying to go into management, he might as well join you. If anything, it could potentially give him an overview of possible fields of work.

After many discussions about your joined future and his role in it, he seemed to be over it. He wanted to explore his options—that’s what he had told you when you two enrolled. And yes, you were proud of him for getting his grades up in the last year of High School. Even if only to share this adventure with you. Though you still needed him to be a little more serious about it. Otherwise, university was four years of him exploring, ending in no degree. Four years wasted, in your eyes.

“I just want to make sure you’re thinking about it.”

“Right now, the only thing I’m thinking about, is taking you to one of the empty bedrooms upstairs.”

His breath fanned over your neck as he whispered into your ear. Goosebumps rose all over your skin, his fingers gracing over your exposed hip. You hadn’t even noticed how your shirt had ridden up before his careful touch. Repositioning yourself to sit sideways on his lap, you bit your lip at his suggestion. Your hand came around his neck, fingers running through the hair at the back of it.

“We just got here,” you chuckled as his arms wrapped around your thighs.

“So?”

“Let’s enjoy the party for a bit, yeah?” Jisung knew a final decision when he heard one, a pout overtaking his face. Good thing you had already taken measures to soften the blow. Years of being with each other gave you the confidence to play your plan as you intended. “I might know a way to make the wait worth our while.”

You smirked as you retrieved a round object from your pocket and pushed it into Jisung’s hand on your thigh. A kiss to his cheek concealed your action, his eyes widening once he realised what you had handed him. A remote control. And not just any old remote control. Connecting the dots, Jisung soon understood that it controlled the matching vibrator inside you. The very same one you had bought for his most recent birthday.

Happy Birthday, indeed, and to both of you.

Judging from his expression, you figured your plan to make his patience worthwhile erected the awaited reaction. Then again, that could have also been him pocking you from below.

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[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

Hi!!!! could you please do some headcanons on what fake dating mickey altieri would be like?

hi sorry for disappearing for like two months, I got super busy but I’m back!!

MICKEY ALTIERI AS YOUR FAKE BOYFRIEND 𖤐₊˚.

warnings: just swearing i think

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- you’re prepared to give mickey a whole speech about all the reasons he should take this seriously and fake date you, and you’re half expecting him to shut you down in the first thirty seconds

- what you don’t anticipate is him barely letting you finish your question before responding with a simple “sure thing” with absolutely no questions asked before he fully launches back into whatever it was he was saying before

- you ask him about this later one and he eventually says “you asked ‘cause you wanted my help, right? none of my damn business why.”

- none of his friend group even batted an eyelid when you announced you were “dating” - which may or may not have made you question things

- most of them just wondering what took the pair of you so damn long

- mickey’s such a flirt anyway that not much changes between the two of you - apart from more physical touch

- and trust me, there’s a lot of that

- even though mickey’s already someone who’s comfortable with physical contact, it’s like he dials it up to 11: if his arm isn’t constantly fixed to your waist or shoulders, then it’s in your pocket, resting on your back or your thigh, ect.

- speaking of flirting, he’ll tone down the flirting with other people and just crank it up with you instead

- he delivers the worst lines you’ve heard but does it with that boyish grin and all around charm that somehow makes them work in a way they have no right to

- goes absolutely crazy with the pet names, 50% just to be a little shit and be purposely obnoxious, and 50% to see what sticks and what you actually like

- you walk on him watching corny romcom movies in what you assume is preparation and although mickey futilely tries to play it off, you’re not fooled

- eventually you just have to promise to never mention in front of anyone - it would apparently totally destroy his credibility when it comes to “real cinema”

- semi-related, but he’d be the kind for a big “grand” gesture - think showcasing a film all about you to grab people’s attention and really sell everything - its a quintessential college movie trope

- drags you to parties that he wants to go to, and convinces you to dance with him - purely for the sake of realism, of course

- enjoys scaring off other guys that try and hit on you at said parties - he doesn’t even say any anything overtly threatening, he’ll either just make passive aggressive comments or just stare until they get the hint

- you honestly just think he’s having way too much fun with it but you’re willing to let it slide - his intentions are mostly good

- if you go out to an actual bar, mickey absolutely doesn’t let you spend a dime (which you think is strange, since it doesn’t make a difference to your fake relationship. still, you appreciate the gesture).

- a few of your friends think he’s at least a little bit of a dick but he treats you so well that they can’t complain

- which again, mickey loves - he is nothing if not a petty little bitch

- when your hanging out with somebody who genuinely thinks the two of you are dating, mickey will often call you to “check up” on you and make sure you’re okay

- has no problem with saying that he loves you, and makes sure to say it before he says goodbye (but he says it so easily and it sounds so genuine and it makes you wonder…)

- will casually be talking to you in the hallway before class, but when he sees one of your friends coming he’ll slowly and deliberately pull you into a kiss

- you can’t help but be disappointed when he pulls back with a wink and a grin

- brings you lunch after class, which everybody finds sickeningly sweet and makes mickey look like the perfect boyfriend - which is pretty accurate, without, you know, it being a “real” relationship and all

- derek, randy and hallie tease him for how you’ve “softened” him - and if you see swear you see mickey blush, well, that’s either here nor there

[whatbigotspost]

Guys. If you follow me you well know 1) I can be petty as hell and 2) I am always happy to write extremely long and thorough take downs when needed and 3) I love sourcing things and know no limits to spending my time on BEING RIGHT 😂

Well today I brought all of this at work, cranked to an 11. Some technology service we pay for tried to claim they’re taking us to collections for lack of payment when both myself and one of my fave coworkers has spent the past year trying over and over to get them to correctly link the payment we 100% did pay (and we have provided ample evidence of doing so) to our account. We have asked their customer service to help us a dozen times and when prodded, their staff has admitted more than once that we did pay and the outstanding balance is wrong. But they just. don’t. CLEAR THE GODDAMN BALANCE ON OUR ACCOUNT ONCE AND FOR ALL.

And like…WE are the customers here! And nonprofit customers at that! It’s so unhinged for a megacorp to treat us this way when our resources are so limited. Like you’re really threatening a charity with collections?? for?? something?? we?? did?? pay??

When said beloved coworker first saw the collections threat email earlier today, I think a little piece of her soul died, as did mine…and when she asked me what we do now that I was like friend leave it to me, this is where I shine!!!

And I went full on me. Professional me but like me writing as many words as I wanted to. Pulling historical proof, asking why we’re being treated like this when we’re a small nonprofit who they could be donating this stuff to anyway, instead of taking up our time to waste because they don’t know how to run their business or comport themselves professionally. I had proof of payment in not one but 2 forms, email threads with 6 people in company who had contacted me and I attempted to get help me but who ultimately did not.

Like I’ll be the first to admit it was overkill in the most deliciously “how fucking dare you” way BUT ultra restrained and like appropriate corporate speak style where it’s a “your company is a pack of assholes” but more like…

(Ugh ignore typos!)

Like I’m not kidding when I acknowledge my own ridiculousness here but you can only be treated terribly by someone YOU HAVE PAID before you snap, ya know? 😂 and I snapped.

Well after I hit send, I was like “oh god will beloved coworker think I am fully off my rocker…”

BUTTTTTT I got this lil gem on slack

[adobe-outdesign]

Have you reviewed the lilipup line already? If not what do you think?

I want to like Lillipup more than I actually do because it is so very cute, with its big eyes and little dot mouth. Lillipup, like the rest of this line, is based off of a terrier (most likely a Yorkshire terrier), which will become more evident as it evolves. The fur around its face is unique, and makes it stand out a bit from the rest of the line.

However, there are just a bunch of strange design choices here. Like, the face is so flat there's just straight up no muzzle, not even a line indicating one. It also is the only one of the line to have a red nose... for some reason.

Also, the dark blue patch on the back is meant to tie into the rest of the line, but it looks out of place here; I don't think it would've been a problem to just let the dark blue come in at the second stage, and if you really wanted blue you could've had some blue accents elsewhere on the body, like the ears or paws. Speaking of the paws, the way they have a division but are all one color is also strange; why not use the cream from the face to better balance the colors? Don't get me wrong, the design as a whole isn't bad, but all of the details kind of throw me on it.

Herdier's probably my favorite out of this line. I've heard some people say it's too similar to an actual dog, but I think the combo of the shepherd's cloak-like fur on the back and the design of the facial fur are pretty interesting. The colors are better balanced here, with the cream fur drawing attention to the face while the dark blue eyes and nose balance the color of the back fur. The stern expression is also fun and really gives it a good sense of personality. It's nothing crazy or anything, but its a pretty solid design all around.

Stoutland takes what Herdier has going on and cranks it up to 11 with an absolutely insane mustache that would make an Alakazam feel ashamed. It also majorly grows out its cloak, becoming much shaggier in the process; kind of like a Newfoundland.

Visually, it shares a lot of the same elements as Herdier, with the cream drawing attention to its magnificent mustache, dark blue fur that completely covers its body, and an even sterner expression. However, I think the body becomes a bit too shapeless due to the amount of fur on it; even an actual Newfoundland has a good amount of anatomy under the fur, whereas Stoutland is weirdly rectangular. (The difference is the fur going down to the feet instead of stopping higher up around the stomach, and the back sloping down in the middle.)

Also, I'm not a huge fan of the coat becoming greenish at the base. I get wanting to break up that color a bit, but something more blue would've been better. The lighter color also probably should've been further down, as you can't see much of the dark blue due to the mustache covering most of it.

Anyway, these are some pretty good dogs, minus a few weird visual quirks. The concept and execution are super simple, but each stage manages to be unique despite that. These guys should be plenty pleasing for anyone who's a fan of terriers, that's for sure.

[maxislvt]

i would like to discuss the washing r’s mouth out with soap idea because DAMN. plz wanda wash my mouth out with soap and then sit on my face so all i taste is you

warnings: toxic behavior, possessive behavior, mommy kink, pet play if you squint, Stockholm Syndrome

toxic Wanda headcanons because I'm on my period and I get to spoil myself!!

You have no idea what you're getting into when you first meet her. Wanda seems so nice and gentle when you first start talking, that you ignore the tiny red flags that may pop up when you two first become friends. For a moment, you're convinced that Wanda was entirely oblivious to your feelings at first. It's hard talking to her, so you opt to make her jealous instead.

It works a lot better than you intended and Wanda is pissed. Like, drag you to another room and spend an hour giving you hickies pissed. You stupidly take this as the sign of a new relationship, but Wanda refuses to make anything official for some weeks. She goes on "dates" with other people and won't show any affection towards you.

Eventually, she makes the demand that you two won't become official until you've "cleansed yourself". You agree without even thinking about it but immediately regret when she makes you kneel on the bathroom floor and open your mouth so she can brush your teeth with soap. Wanda makes you gargle it like seven times before she's done and then she spits in your mouth. She makes up for it by giving you a bath, but she gets you dirty again because she face fucks you to finalize the process.

After that, you two have a constant on again/off again relationship. Wanda constantly blames you for it though. In her mind, the rules she makes are completely reasonable and you're just being difficult when you refuse to follow them. It's always you who comes crying back to her because you'd rather die than live without her.

It's on, then off, then on again only a few more times. After putting up with her god awful behavior enough times, you end up leaving for goods. You don't even bother telling her you've moved out. One day she comes home and it's half empty. You're lucky you don't get to see her flip her lid. She nearly destroyed the whole apartment that day.

Not that it truly matters. Wanda spends weeks stalking you. What she finds genuinely makes her sick. You're independent. Living on your own and you seem happy. Wanda doesn't know what to do with herself. You need her and she's going to remind you whether you like it or not.

Her plan is simple. Wanda shows up once you come back from work and acts like nothing happened. She pushes right into your house and suddenly it's all "oh babe, you look so tired. why don't I make you dinner today? I'm sure you forgot to eat. you're too scared to force her out and she ignores you every time you tell her to leave. Denying her doesn't work either because she's crank everything up to 11. she'll be all over talking about how much she missed you and won't ever treat you like that again.

It doesn't matter if you're not convinced because she planned on fucking you dumb and convincing you to stay with her anyway. The second she gets between your legs it's all "see, your little pussy missed my cock so much! i bet it's extra said because you tried replacing mommy with some loser who can't even fuck you half as good as I can"

You're lucky if she lets you see your friends after that. If you ever leave the house she'll put a tracker in your bag somewhere.She totally plays hero with it if you ever lose your wallet or keys because she'll just magically know where everything is

God forbid she has even the slightest physical advantage over you because she lives off of intimidating you. It's even worse because you'll grow to love it. She can toss and turn you anyway she wants and you'd be completely hopeless against her

Gaslighting 24/7. "You're hanging out with your friends more than me, why don't you just stay home tonight? You know all your friends hate me. Just stay, please?"

Oh, you fully get downgraded from partner to pet. Wanda slowly takes away your right to care for yourself. Everything from cooking to showering has to be done by her or at least with her permission. You'll be completely naked around the house and it becomes a "privilege" to sleep in the same bed as her.

Wanda loves forcing you to get body modifications too. It's just a small tattoo that says "Property of Wanda Maximoff" on your wrist. Maybe she'll force you to get matching piercings sometimes too. Anything that shows that she literally fucking owns you

Obsessed with making you cum. Like the only way you can ever get through to her is by denying her sex. Wanda has this weird thing where she can't ever force herself on to you. If you say no or can't get wet enough, she'll do absolutely anything if it means getting you to relax and go into subspace. "Please baby. Show mommy she's doing a good job and cum for me. Please? I promise I'll play nice if you do, just cum for me again."

You make the mistake of using it to get some autonomy back, but it bites you in the ass mega hard. Clothes overstimulate you now, your food doesn't taste nearly as good as Wanda's does, and you miss being on your knees for her. Of course, she rubs it in whenever you go back on the freedoms you gave yourself, but she's happy you've learned your lesson.

[thebadgerclan]

Shots Fired

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: BREAKING NEWS: White House Reports That First Son, Alex Claremont-Diaz, Has Been Shot

CONTENT WARNING: This deals with/describes shootings/gunshot wounds. Nothing is explicitly described, but proceed with caution if this could be triggering to you

A/N: I'm writing part 2 to this as we speak

Insomnia was nothing new for Henry, though after having a few blissfully restful nights in Alex’s arms, sleep was more elusive.  The Prince sighed, rolling onto his side.  The alarm clock read 11:25 PM, and normally, Henry would drag himself to the kitchen and make himself a cup of tea, maybe crack open his book, try to distract himself from the sleep that wouldn’t come.  But something in him was telling him to turn the T.V. on.  So Henry did, and he nearly vomited when he processed what was on the screen.

BREAKING NEWS: ALEX CLAREMONT-DIAZ SHOT.  Henry barely managed to keep his late night snack of Jaffa Cakes down as he cranked the volume up, listening intently to the newscaster.  “We are just receiving confirmation from Washington that Alex Claremont-Diaz, son of President Ellen Claremont, has been shot amidst gunfire in Georgetown.  Information is still coming in, but we can confirm that Mr. Claremont-Diaz was life-flighted to Walter Reed Medical Center, and…”

Henry was no longer listening.  He was throwing clothes into a bag, not bothering to fold them, barely looking at what he was packing.  Then, his phone started buzzing.  Texts from Bea, June, Pez, and Nora, but none from the one person he desperately needed to hear from.  Henry pulled his charger from the wall and shoved it in his bag, zipped it shut, and threw it over his shoulder before he was running.

Shaan met him halfway down the hall.  “I need to get to–”  “I know, sir,” the equerry interrupted, turning on his heel, now jogging alongside the Prince.  “Ms. Bankston phoned.  There’s a car waiting to take you to Heathrow.”  Henry nodded, quickening his pace, nearly diving into the waiting car.  The ride to the airport was torturously long, and the flight was unbearable.  All Henry wanted was to see Alex, to touch Alex, to know that Alex was alive.  The headlines kept rolling in, none of them confirming anything, and the Prince was beginning to spiral.

Ellen’s number was in his contacts, but she hadn’t called.  Nor had June or Nora.  Henry didn’t blame them, of course, their attention was likely on Alex.  But he was going half mad with worry and speculation.  Eventually, Shaan pressed Henry’s emergency medication into his palm–pills he seldom had to take, pills he needed when anxiety and panic overwhelmed him–and he took them with no questions, dropping into a dreamless sleep soon after.

***

This wasn’t how today was supposed to go.  Alex had set out with the intention of scoping out a new bookstore for when Henry came to visit, grabbing some lunch, and heading back to the Residence.  Instead, he found himself lying on the pavement, a bullet wound on his lower abdomen, screams and pops filling his ears.  Alex was by no means a medical professional, but he knew when he lifted his head that that was far too much blood.

Amy was at his side immediately, her gun drawn.  Cash was there too, tearing open a package of what looked like gauze.  “Sorry kid,” he said.  “This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”  He then began packing the wound, and Alex screamed, stars popping before his eyes.  Then the tears came, both from pain and from fear.  Would he see his mom again?  June?  Henry?  Alex brought a shaky hand to his face, seeing Henry’s signet ring there, flecked with blood.  “Baby,” he whispered, kissing the ring.  “I love you.  Henry…”  Everything went black.

***

There was another car waiting when Henry landed at Ronald Reagan.  The Prince was barely sitting down, Shaan climbing into the other seat, when he barked an order, one he had no real business giving.  “Drive.”  As the car pulled out of the airport, it was flanked by five other vehicles, all black, red and blue lights flashing.  At Henry’s questioning look, Shaan spoke.  “Extra security, sir,” he said.  “We cannot take any risks.”

Henry was anxious for the entire drive.  At his request, Shaan had confiscated his phone, cutting him off from any and all communications.  He had texted Bea, though, telling her he was going to D.C. and that he would be in touch.  “Any word?” he asked, and the equerry shook his head.  “I know as much as you, sir.”  Finally, the motorcade pulled up to Walter Reed, and Henry almost fell in his haste to get out of the car.

Four Secret Service agents were waiting at the entrance, as was Zahra, who looked flighty and anxious and very unlike her usual self.  “Thank God you got here safely,” she said, offering Henry a soft smile before turning and entering the hospital.  She led him to an elevator, which after inputting a passcode, took them up to the President’s private wing.

Ellen was pacing back and forth, June was staring blankly out a window, Oscar was talking to someone on the phone, and Leo was watching his wife, looking helpless.  When Henry appeared, Ellen startled before pulling the Prince into her arms, holding him like her life depended on it.  “Oh darling,” she said, and Henry broke.  Choking, ugly sobs left his mouth, and his knees gave out. Ellen maintained her grip on him, sinking to the ground with him.

“I know, baby, I know,” the President soothed, and Henry burrowed into her arms.  After several minutes, Henry calmed, sniffling and wiping his eyes.  “Is he…”  “He’s in surgery, darlin’,” she responded.  “Has been for hours.  Doctors have been out a few times, so far he’s stable.”  Henry nodded, trying to process everything.  “W-what happened?”  Ellen shrugged.  “We don’t quite know.  They don’t think Alex was targeted, which is something…”

Henry almost laughed.  His boyfriend was lying on an operating table with a gunshot wound, he had nearly died.  What did it matter if he was the target or not?  But he only nodded.  “Have you eaten, Henry?”  The Prince shook his head.  “Do you want anything?”  Another shake of his head.  “Alright.”  They fell silent, and after several minutes, Henry extricated himself from Ellen’s embrace, moving to sit next to June.

She said nothing, but took Henry’s hand, squeezing hard.  Henry squeezed back, resting his head against the window.  Alex would be alright, he had to be alright.  He laid a hand on his chest, feeling the chain and key there, tears pricking at his eyes.  “My love,” he whispered.  “Alex…”  Maybe he dozed off, maybe he didn’t, but when a doctor walked in, Henry bolted upright, his heart in his throat.

“Madame President, I’m Dr. Lewis,” she said.  “I was the attending surgeon on Alex’s case.”  Ellen nodded, her arms crossed over her chest.  Dr. Lewis saw Henry, and her eyes widened slightly, but she pressed on.  “I am pleased to tell you that Alex is stable and out of surgery.”  Ellen let out a sob, and Henry let out a shuddering breath, gripping June’s hand even tighter.

“He lost a substantial amount of blood, but we have a transfusion running and we’ll be monitoring his numbers.”  “How bad was the injury?” Ellen asked, worrying her lip between her teeth.  “The bullet struck Alex’s right kidney.  Now, the kidneys are very vascular organs, which accounts for his blood loss.  We were able to remove the bullet and attempt to reconstruct the kidney, but there are no promises on that front.  The good news is that we all have two kidneys, and you only need one to survive.  Of course, we’ll be keeping a close eye on Alex’s renal functions and other things like his blood pressure, but in my professional opinion, he is out of the woods.”

Ellen surged forward and shook Dr. Lewis’ hand, tears in her eyes.  “Thank you, doctor,” she said.  “Thank you so much.”  “It’s my pleasure, Madame President.  He’s still asleep, but he should be awake soon, if you’d like to see him.”  Ellen nodded, looking back at Henry.  “You comin’, Sugar?”  It took a moment for Henry to realize she was talking to him, and he nodded, slowly getting to his feet.  Side by side, the President of the United States and the Prince of England made their way to Alex’s hospital room, equal parts nerves and excitement filling their minds.

[crissiebaby]

The Pampered Curse: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, humiliation, domination, masturbation/diaper sex, hyperwetting, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: BlossomBitchDolly

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“Mommy! Mommy! There’s a weird girl on the street!”

“Have you no shame?! What a disgrace you must be to your parents!”

“Hahaha! Hey, babycakes! Trick-or-treat was last Saturday!”

If Edan were to tally up every single embarrassing moment from his life and compile them all into a single highlight reel, he would gladly watch that footage on repeat so long as he could be spared the unreal humiliation he was experiencing in the present. Neither age nor gender nor sexuality nor astrological star sign made any difference. All who were in earshot were coming out of the woodwork to gawk, taunt, and degrade his infantile wardrobe. And worst of all, he couldn’t even blame them. If he had been just another bystander when some idiot came walking down the street dressed like he was, he’d be laughing his ass off. If only he had the luxury of such a lofty perspective.

Instead, Edan found himself waddling along the sidewalk of his very active neighborhood street, his diaper echoing a wealth of crinkles with each step as if the world had strapped an amp to his padding and cranked it up to 11. He didn’t even have his usual walking shoes to help him move faster, with his bare feet collecting dust and dirt as he continued on his warpath to that damned ghost’s mansion.

Unfortunately, by the time Edan found himself passing the final suburban house within his neighborhood, his need to pee had reared its ugly head yet again. “No! If I piss my diaper now, I might never be able to think straight again,” he thought, balling up both fists while he toddled forward. It wasn’t easy with control of his bladder falling to nearly zero but he somehow managed to keep from urinating as he reached the gravel road with the mansion at its end.

Trudging through the grass along the road was quite a difficult feat considering the ridiculously thick padding that Edan was dealing with but it beat walking on a gravel road shoeless. The bumpy terrain nearly had him tripping over himself but his determination and what remained of his speedy reflexes kept him upright. Before long, he spotted the mansion in the distance again, causing him to double his pace as he neared the finish line. His legs were nothing more than jelly as he rounded the structure and staggered up the creaky, wooden steps toward the front door. All the while, his heart threatened to leap out of his chest with how furiously it was pumping.

“Ghosts aren’t real. Ghosts aren’t real. Ghosts aren’t real,” repeated Edan to himself as he raised a fist to the door. For some bizarre reason, there was still a lingering part of himself that refused to face the fact that ghosts were a real and tangible thing as if the diaper alone wasn’t already proof enough. Regardless of what his beliefs were at this point, he’d come this far. Holding in a lungful of air, he reached out and shakily pounded his fist on the grand entrance.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

Unable to shake the haunting aura of the mansion, Edan stepped back from the house after two quick knocks, gaining as much distance as possible from the dilapidated structure. However, as he waited for the ghost woman or some other spiritual presence to show up, he found that he was still strikingly alone. It made no sense. Had he made this entire farce up in his head? If so, then the mortifying experience of touring his neighborhood with an overgrown pumpkin of a diaper on his hips would’ve all been for nothing.

Growing furious over the idea that his regression might have somehow been self-inflicted, Edan stormed back up to the door and proceeded to slam his fist repeatedly, his sanity draining all the while. “Open da fuqin doow and ged dis shid off me! Pwease!” he cried, beating the door as he finally broke down and began weeping openly. He no longer cared about his adult, hyper-masculine appearance. He’d shed as many tears as necessary at this point in hopes of guilting his ghostly enemy.

Yet despite his obvious remorse and the clear evidence of a lesson learned, Edan remained on the porch of the estate with not so much as a single ghost in his presence. With nowhere left for his rage to go, he wound his foot back in front of the shabby door. If the ghost wasn’t going to let him in, he had no choice but to break in. Tragically, as his leg swung forward, the diaper obstructed his forward motion enough to throw him off balance, sending him crashing to the floor on his butt. And while thankfully, the over-pump diaper cushioned the blow to his bum, the same could not be said for his bladder. With the impact jostling his body heavily during his harsh descent, he lost what little grip he had on the remnants of his potty training.

*HSSSSSSSSSSS!*

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZ!*

Urine had barely made contact with the inside of his pampers before its vibrations roared to life like a chainsaw slicing through his adulthood. In the blink of an eye, his eyes fully glazed over as the most euphoric sensation he’d ever felt gripped his body, and refused to let go. His mind no longer had the fortitude to resist, losing himself to the carnal desires of his stimulated body.

Opening her front door the second that Edan’s butt collided with the wooden ground as if waiting for her cue, the ghost of Madam Petunia Wick exited onto her porch with a smile that somehow toed the line between kindly and wicked. “Oh, dear! It appears someone left a baby all alone on my doorstep. Surely, a cute little pumpkin like you must have a Mommy hiding around here somewhere,” she said, feigning confusion as she pretended to search the immediate area for Edan’s missing mother, only to turn up empty-handed, “Though, I suppose “little pumpkin” isn’t very appropriate considering a pumpkin of this size would be a sure-fire to win the blue-ribbon at a county fair. No, you, my horny little devil, are Mommy’s HUGE pumpkin.”

As the word, “HUGE,” left Petunia’s mouth, she leaned down and pressed her near-translucent hand into Edan’s diaper, shifting its soggy, pulpy contents around his aching member. Edan’s response was as expected as he threw his head back as far as his neck would arch. With his grasp on reality fading fast, he wasn’t sure why he was here or even where he was anymore. Heck, he probably couldn’t remember his own first name as his brain turned into putty. Madam Wick’s putty, to be precise.

“Fear not, my sweet, autumn child. You can call me Mommy from now on,” said Petunia, gracing Edan with her intoxicating, ear-to-ear grin as she placed her arms around his torso and lifted him into the air with ease, diaper and all. In no time at all, she had him flipped over and cradled in her arms. To anyone watching from afar, the height difference between herself and Edan would’ve made for an awkward look. But from the point of view of the loving mother and her reborn newborn, no image could be more perfect.

Closing the door behind her, Edan was given his first chance to see the inside of the ruins that the formerly pristine mansion had become. Unsurprisingly, its interior was a decaying mess, with caved-in ceilings or crumbling walls making up the once-Grand Hall. For Edan, whose mind was now mushier than his diaper, the ramshackle manor was more frightening than his babyish brain would’ve preferred. He clutched his new Mommy’s torso, hugging his face to her enormous sweater puppies.

“Hehe! I’m sorry, pumpkin. I should’ve done this before we entered. Go ahead and close your eyes, sweetheart. And when you open them, you won’t have to be so scared anymore,” she said, watching her baby with pure, motherly affection as he happily shuttered his eyelids for her. She felt the core of her spirit-form flutter as she leaned in and pressed her lips to Edan’s forehead.

If Edan’s eyes were open, he would’ve borne witness to an incredible sight. Unbeknownst to him, Petunia’s magical kiss was laced with a powerful spell to usher Edan into her realm, welcoming him into the place between life and death. As her spell took effect, the mansion around him slowly returned to its prior glory. Soon, the run-down, old manor that Edan had grown so familiar with had disappeared, replaced with the inviting home that Madam Wick had made for herself and her beloved friends to live out their kinky fantasies for all eternity. And now, Edan was one of them.

As the mansion retook its shape, so too did Petunia’s form. Color returned to her cheeks, filling her face with a warm glow while her tattered, ghostly outfit repaired itself, the fabric shifting and stitching itself back together until her sultry nightgown looked as pristine as it did the day she bought it. The Lady of the house had to look her best, after all.

With Edan’s soul now as bound to the lush mansion as hers was, Petunia lifted her plump lips from her baby boy’s head. “You can open your eyes again. The bad dream is over now,” she said, relishing in the adoring expression and widening smile that befell Edan’s face as he gazed around his new home. Any animosity she may have felt toward him disappeared with his old life. It didn’t matter who he used to be or how rudely he used to behave. He was her baby, now and forever more, “Okay, my yummy pumpkin. After such a long walk, I think it’s time you settled in for a nap. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Nodding his head rapidly, there wasn’t anything Petunia could say that Edan wouldn’t think sounded nice. He must’ve looked incredibly tired to his Mommy because the moment Petunia mentioned the idea of a nap, his brain and body instantly felt sluggish. A large yawn escaped his mouth, forcing his gob open for several seconds.

“Hehe! That’s a BIG yes from you,” said Petunia, climbing the winding staircase that lined the parameters of the Grand Hall to the second story. As she entered the main upstairs hallway, Edan was treated to a wide variety of blushy sights. From a sissy in the midst of some major nipple torture to a pair of lesbians engaging in a bit of rope play, it appeared that the newspaper had been spot on in its reporting of the fetish-filled house, much to his doughy-eyed delight.

Edan’s delight intensified as Petunia arrived at a pastel blue door near the end of the hallway. Upon opening the soft-colored door, his excitement reached new heights over the nursery that he now had the pleasure of calling home. It was the perfect room for a BIG baby boy like him, with everything he would ever need from an oversized crib and changing table to a seemingly endless supply of both childish and naughty toys. 

Laying Edan down on the crib’s soft mattress, Petunia didn’t even bother asking if he needed a change before sleepytime. With a diaper that size, he likely wouldn’t get the chance to test out that changing table for a long time. He didn’t seem to mind, though, raising his arms up and cooing for his Mommy, not a fresh diaper. “So restless for someone so drowsy!” she exclaimed, placing her hands on each of Edan’s cheeks and rubbing them until he was a giggly mess, “I think I may have an idea of how to zap that energy right out of you.”

Resting a hand against Edan’s diaper, Petunia amended her previous spell, permitting Edan to cum so long as it was her hand that instigated it. And since her hand was already nuzzled into the crotch of his plush padding, Edan’s reaction couldn’t have been more predictable.

“H-huhHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMM!!!” moaned Edan, his eyes going cross as his body skipped all of the build-up, launching him into the single most intense climax of his life without any means of bracing himself. His body quivered in Mommy's arms as her touch electrified every sensory neuron in his body. The head of his cock spewed cum into his diaper until his entire pelvis was coated in a thick layer of stringy semen. It was pure ecstasy and he never wanted the blissful feeling to end. Sadly, while he lasted far longer than he ever managed to do his own, his weary body could only go for so long, exhausted from three days of unending stress.

Luckily, Edan would never have the misfortune of feeling such stress again. Not with Petunia watching over him and filling his soul with every infantile desire that she kept locked away within herself. He may have once taunted her for what she enjoyed but now he was going to share in her joy for diapers and all things Little. She landed one, final kiss on Edan’s forehead as his eyes slowly drifted shut. “Sweet dreams, pumpkin. And welcome to your new life.”

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[pigeonpalacade]

PLEASE SAY MORE ON THE SAW FIGHT CLUB AU

Your wish is my command!!

So, in terms of character placements I believe narrator is Amanda, Tyler is John and Marla is Lynn. John and Amanda's father-daughter dynamic would be thoroughly disregarded in this au and replaced with Jack and Tyler's original tension from fight club, with the only remnants of the parental angle being the "our fathers were models for god" and "a generation of men raised by women" kind of stuff Tyler harps on about. This version of Tyler is as if project mayhem is the jigsaw murders, I'm honestly not sure what would kick-start it, but when he meets Jack he has got a few kills under his belt, but it would be him solo rather than in an organised group. Speaking of, the space monkeys would be jigsaw apprentices, I doubt there would be as many of them as there were in fight club, but instead of their signifier being bald heads it would probably be grevious injuries/scars from their own saw traps, as well as the more obvious stuff like the coats and the pig heads. Paper Street serves as Kramers strange little warehouse, he would have the space monkeys working on making traps like we see Amanda do in saw 3, but I don't think they would sell anything in this au given the nature of what they're making, so the plane meeting would probably centre around another topic like machinery, Tyler being more familiar with how to make a machine would give him a common ground with Jack's car recall knowledge.

Marla gets changed around quite a bit here, I think her being in the place of Lynn fits in the way that Tyler is trying to convince Jack that she's important to him, but the way Tyler would get her involved is a bit up in the air. If I had to come up with something on the spot I'd say that she could be an trap survivor and meets Jack through a jigsaw survivors support group that he would most definitely attend to see who hadn't learnt their lesson [Tyler doesnt send him to do this, its his own side thing but it does help choose who should be double trapped], then he complains about her to a point that Tyler brings her in to convince him she's made her choice about life or something like that. Her philosophy of life is probably why she got tangled up with jigsaw in the first place. Also she wouldn't have a husband or any children, so the events of saw 3 would be purely focused on our main trio. The saw 3 ending would have Tyler dead, Jack with the neck bullet hole and marla alive, probably having Jack remove the shotgun collar at Tyler's request before they would murder-suicide each other with Tyler missing the shot and hitting Jack's throat, the end to some grand test Tyler was putting Jack through to see if he could survive without him. After this Marla might end up an apprentice herself, or more likely she would keep in contact with Jack and desperately try to get him to turn himself in.

Tyler's whole "the ability to let that which does not matter truly slide" would be cranked up to 11, in the way that someone kramer sees someone squandering their opportunities gets trapped, Tyler would much the same way find people who aren't living their lives to the fullest and trap them in order to 'save them', much in the way he blew up Jack's condo or gave him the lye kiss, it's all in order to get them to reach rock bottom. As previously mentioned, I think support groups would be a big part of it, maybe the reason Jack gets beartrapped is a combination of hating his perfectly good condo life and hanging around jigsaw support groups despite never being trapped, perking Tyler's ears and putting him in the beartrap, just to end up keeping him around as the first apprentice, which would lead perfectly into Jack's jealousy as the saw monkeys increase, he would argue that he was the first apprentice, he should know everything that goes on, which would probably land him in the saw 2 trap for being a bit of a whiny bitch [in Tyler's eyes]. A reason I put Jack in Amanda's place is the obsessive devotion to the mentor figure, but also because I think their scars weirdly match. Book Jack ends up with scars on either side of his mouth, which in this au would be caused by the beartrap, and Amanda has the bullet wound for saw 3, which coincides with the placement of movie Jack's bullet wound.

I haven't thought about who I would put in the other major character's shoes, such as Adam, Lawrence, Hoffman and Strahm, but I like the placements I've got now which puts a strangely heavy emphasis on saw 3 despite how much more I like saw 1. If you have any thing to add do not hesitate to do so!!! I'd love to discuss how this could go further :3

[mama-qwerty]

hello I just had a quick question do you have any headcannons of gnarly dread and renegade

The Shatter Triplets are so much fun, I love 'em all.

Gnarly:

The youngest of the triplets, Gnarly can sense chaos energy, which can make him a bit jumpy, and kind of anxious and nervous. Living in a giant jungle/forest, his sensitivity to that chaos energy made him think the trees were 'talking' to him. Now that he understands what he was actually sensing, he's not as freaked out about it.

From growing up with that anxiousness, Gnarly is hyperaware of everything around him. He notices things others don't. He acted as the 'early alert system' for the rest of the Scavengers, often warning them of danger before anything could happen.

Out of his group, he's closest with Mangey, and the two can often be seen snuggling together, napping in the canopy.

His knuckle spurs never grew in, because of his lifelong malnutrition.

Renegade:

The middle child of the triplets, Ren is the most protective, the one always watching for signs of danger and threats. He has a little bit of an intuition--he'll get a bad vibe if something doesn't feel right.

Blunt and snarky, Ren doesn't waste words, usually saying what he thinks. If he doesn't like you, he'll let you know.

Because of the state of things, Ren can get a bit depressive, especially considering how long he'd been fighting the Council. He sometimes feels like it's a never-ending battle, and the chance at saving their home is further away than ever. He still throws himself completely into fights, though, and his urge to protect the innocent is cranked up to 11, which is how he got his many scars.

He's also missing his knuckle spurs, losing them in a battle with some experimental eggbots made of a metal alloy that was tougher than any previous model. He was defending some civilians and during the battle the spurs on both hands shattered from the force of his blows. It didn't stop him from fighting, however, and Rebel later gave him an earful as she tearfully tended to his injuries.

The only person he trusts is Rebel.

Dread:

Raised by one of the worst pirate crews in No Place, the eldest of the triplets had to become harsh and self-reliant to survive. He named himself Knuckles when he was 7, but at 20 he'd decided he'd endured enough abuse and took out the crew that had tortured him as he grew up, renaming himself 'Dread' in the process.

He's everything Knuckles isn't--charming, engaging, social, and a shrewd observer. He's good at reading people, so he can use their weaknesses against them.

He's also missing his knuckle spurs--the abusive crew that raised him filed them off when he was 12 so he would be 'less dangerous'. The first thing he did when he killed them was head to a blacksmith to have new ones cast from iron.

After the Shard Incident, Dread struggled to find his place within the crew. The instincts he honed for years were now unwelcome, and he had to learn a better way to interact with others, specifically those who were his friends. It took a while, but his "every man for himself, namely me" mentality faded, and his protective instincts grew.

He was still him, and he can sometimes get tunnel vision when dealing with treasure, but he turned his skills and focus to keep his crew safe instead of lusting after selfish wants and desires.

[dennisboobs]

i genuinely wonder if people’s issue with Dennis “winning” at the end of DTAMHD might be influenced by Goes Bowling. like, if the order had been reversed or if they just saw the episode in a vacuum there wouldn’t be this want for Dennis to actually fail at lowering his blood pressure. which inherently assumes that Dennis breaking every bone in his hand doesn’t negate him “winning” but no one being there to see Dee actually win at bowling negates her achievement. which is a different but still important can of worms.

if anything, the lyrics of Listen To Your Heart make it more clear that the most fitting outcome of this episode is Dennis succeeding in lowering his blood pressure.

and in general i thoroughly enjoy when the gang “wins” and i hope small good things continue to be peppered in for them cuz it takes some of the weight off of the whole ‘they can never truly get better or make real progress because this is a sitcom with the premise of them being shitty people so that wouldn’t be funny’ or whatever. their “wins” lighten the existential dread that comes from seeing this group of friends get worse over the course of 18 years. Inspires hope even.

(sorry for just dropping this here i just figured you might have some better/additional thoughts on this than what i have)

I definitely agree, that's a huge part of it, I started seeing the complaint pop up frequently after bowling (which I think is a 10/10 episode lol) and it got worse after DTAMHD aired and personally I just. disagree. with the reasoning for both eps. I think people are overly sensitive about Dee not "winning" in that episode because it's very specifically tied to Dennis saying that women are inferior to men, which is fair, but I also don't think it's that deep. It feels like... extremely typical childish sibling rivalry to me. Just because Dennis' "villainy" is cranked up to 11 doesn't mean what he's actually doing is really....... that bad. I've done the same shit to my sibling, and they've done the same to me while bowling. The competition was never really about Dennis vs. Dee or men vs. women, it was about getting in Dee's head. Carrying on that same ribbing from when the twins were kids, but drenched in misogyny because Dennis is intentionally trying to discourage the ladies' team. I don't think Dee's accomplishment is negated because everyone left, it's a personal triumph, just like Dennis' in DTAMHD. She managed to succeed at something she had been unable to for decades, proved she was capable of breaking out of Den's mind games, which is also in-part due to her own lack of self confidence (fostered by Dennis and Barbara ofc), she just didn't care enough about that victory by the end for it to feel like one. Because it became about proving herself to Dennis instead of winning the actual game. Which is not unusual for the gang at all, The Gang Gets Invincible is a good example of the same exact thing happening. Dee does prove herself to be better than Mac and Dennis, but in the end it doesn't matter because as soon as she reveals she's a woman she shatters her fuckin' leg on that kick. No matter how far she gets by being genuinely good at something, she can't make it that last extra step because her focus turns to the wrong thing and it is ultimately what fucks her over. She is a legitimate threat to the guys in terms of skill, Dennis knows she's more than competent at bowling (hence the mind games employed by the guys' team instead of it being a fair competition, which they knew they couldn't manage), and she proved she was more physically capable than him at football too. like Gets Invincible she actually wins, it's just bittersweet, and it's not good enough for Dee. She proved herself, but external validation is what she was seeking, not that internal win where she knows she is capable of beating Den.

I absolutely 1000% think that mixing it up is important so that the show doesn't stagnate, become predictable, or you know. become plain unfunny because something is out of balance with the main cast, and I think DTAMHD aimed to fix Dennis' miserable ass that's been pulling down the show, especially because Glenn has mentioned he wants to play a happier Dennis (which is. good, actually, we very rarely see anything but straight man Dennis anymore, but we got a taste of it in Inflates BECAUSE I believe Den has been doing this emotional regulation trick across s16, and I don't think we would have been able to if not for that decision to have him actually "win" ie. change himself for the better). The gang's dynamic has shifted over time from being a group of jerks to a group of idiots with Dennis as their keeper, and I think the little changes in 16 were setting it up to shift that back to..... a group of jerks again. Like we all read in those early reviews that noticed the gang went a lot easier on Dee and didn't call her a bird five million times, that is one piece of it, Dennis trying not to explode in anger is another, Charlie showing he's actually quite competent is yet another, Mac not being a victim of Dennis but secretly the puppetmaster who has been playing dumb is another.

So yeah, I believe that the opposite of "the gang should be punished for doing something bad" should also be true. The gang should get to win because they Listened To Their Heart and made a positive change. They should get to have moments like the s15 finale, or King of the Rats where the gang does something nice and the episode just ends, there's no final gag, no twist, just us remembering why this group of weirdos is friends. But it doesn't need to be Carries a Corpse every time either. Dee can have a little win, Dennis can have a little win. They really aren't huge things, Den's is just heavily exaggerated because it was in his head, dramatized, and he accepted the small win wheras Dee did not.

[shuttershocky]

I think Dota's balancing philosophy is really my favorite in all of multiplayer games.

If something is too strong, what makes a character too strong often gets mere slaps on the wrist, instead they have something different about them nerfed to the point of being a remarkable weakness that can now be taken advantage of, but with their identity as the dude that does X stupidly well still intact.

Weaknesses are fixed with builds. If a character has no mobility, create a build with high mobility. If a character needs health, build health, etc.

Direct game balancing is for creating identities (including nerfs to introduce weaknesses). Sometimes Icefrog just cranks a hero's power up to 11, like Phantom Lancer being able to create dozens of copies on himself on the field when most heroes with illusions are stuck with 3 at most, while also cranking down hard on other aspects (Unlike other illusion heroes who can stand their ground and fight when the real one is exposed, PL NEEDS to be hidden in the illusion crowd the whole time as he historically chips people down gradually and can't stand up to most other carries in a true duel when exposed)

While this has led to balancing certain ideas being rather difficult (Icefrog tried to make Techies work for over a decade and some change for example, before finally biting the bullet and reworking him into a different hero after refusing to give up for so long), it really is insane how unique each character in Dota is that even when you play the same hero over and over, your playstyle and even builds need to change per game as you adjust to the ridiculous power everyone else has.

Truly my favorite multiplayer game of all time I can talk about its game design forever

[cookinary]

Werewolf Chai AU

Some people were curious so here’s what I got so far for this AU!

SPOILERS FOR HI-FI RUSH AND THE POST-GAME, PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK

So a few months after the post-game, the second SPECTRA computer gets plugged back in (probably by a clumsy bot or something)

AI Kale gets back online and starts plotting for revenge

He manages to get his hands on Chai (he either get some bots to kidnap Chai or he mind-controls him just enough to lead him where he wants)

Instead of simply using Chai to do his bidding, AI Kale decides to "upgrade" Chai

He turns him into a cybernetic werewolf like Roquefort

And cranks the mind-control up to 11

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In his wolf form, Chai still has his music player visible in his chest (it looks tiny tho)

His robot arm/paw is aesthetically different from his normal arm/paw

He can still summon his guitar but it's HUGE now

Instead of using the little grabby thingy as a base, he straight up uses a steel beam

Talk about heavy bass

AAAAYYYYYYYY

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In his human form, Chai does not look that different

But since he's full cyber/robot now, he has junction (? is that the correct word?) lines visible all over his body like Roquefort does

They glow orange/yellow tho!

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Anyway, AI Kale sends Chai to get rid of the gang

It takes a moment for everyone to realize that "Oh shit, that huge cyber wolf is actually our beloved moron"

They can't fight Chai head on (Chai is already crazy powerful, now imagine him with Roquefort's strength) so they decide to go and destroy the SPECTRA computer instead

They do that by leading wolf Chai down to the secret room

And tricking him into crashing into the computer, effectively destroying it for good and freeing Chai from the mind control

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Chai actually finds his new body and powers pretty fucking cool

This ends up with him becoming even more fearless and excited when it comes to dealing with enemies

Much to everyone's dismay

"Chai, this Kem-Ono is highly unstable, you should—"

"I'M GONNA HUG IT"

"CHAI—"

Some things are subject to change but I think this is a solid base so here you go

I don’t have art for it yet but I’ll try to doodle some concepts between school work and stuff!