#get-hit-with-the-wimp-stick

[daily-hanamura]

I kind of wished that the persona 4 cast wasn’t stuck in a narrative where the main theme is ‘always accept the role thrust upon you and if you don’t like it, just force yourself to like it’. Yukiko actively wants to leave Inaba and create her own life, but is portrayed negatively when doing so, with her character arc involving her accepting the role thrust upon her. Don’t get me started on Naoto. I know you’re the Yosuke guy, and was wondering what are your thoughts on this when applied to Yosuke?

I want you to know that being called "the Yosuke guy" is now my greatest achievement you've made my day everyday for the last week

I do agree with you, and I think it was one of my initial issues with P4 where, for a game whose entire narrative is about being true to yourself, it sure falls back into that tired sense of social conformation a lot. It's grating, right, because it feels like what they really mean to say is "be yourself! but not too much and not in a way that makes other people unhappy and make sure you're still living up to other peoples expectations because that's the real reason why you're unhappy with yourself, you haven't accepted who we want you to be (which is the real you that we've decided) etcetc" and it just undercuts the emotional impact of their self-acceptance (see also kanji and rise). (dw I know P5 also kind of has the same problem, and I can go into a whole thing about the limits of transformative narratives written by capitalist corporations but i wont. today-)

I think with Yosuke though, it's really interesting because his character arc is more so tied to his relationship with Inaba as a place, rather than his fundamental self-perceptions. It's established early on that Yosuke hated the town for various reasons; he's a city boy who wants excitement and connection, but most of the town hates him so he's shit out of luck and it gives him little reason to like the town back. As the game progresses, he starts to like the town -- "it's not about where you are, but who you're with", so it's his friendships (and having people who accept him for who he is) that makes the place meaningful for him. And, at the end of the day, Yosuke did get what he wanted - excitement and connection.

But he's not tied to Inaba.

In P4AU, it's revealed that Yosuke's struggling to figure out what he wants to do in life, but by the end of it he tells Yu that he wants to leave the town and go to college with Yu in the city, and that he wants to see the world and experience more things for himself. It fascinates me because it very strongly implies that Yosuke's arc isn't complete as we're very expressly told that he's still developing. It stands in contrast to the other characters who have effectively been fixed into some role or position (Yukiko as an inn manager, Rise as an idol), and unlike them, Yosuke hasn't been permanently relegated to the things that he starts off hating. He hasn't been written to stay in Inaba or even to continue working at Junes after graduation, instead he gets the opportunity to try things. imo this makes his arc more situational (and therefore layered) - Yosuke's perspective on his circumstance matures, but who he is as a person doesn't have to change, and he's not forced to make a trade-off with the wishes he had at the start.

This might be because Yosuke is Atlus' favourite character of the contrast between Yosuke's city background and the rest of the Inaba folk. There's a guy in the school who talks about how most people who finish high school in Inaba just go on to get jobs, and very few actually leave for college and beyond. It's something deeply realistic and reflective of human geography IRL, because that's very common in small communities. A fear of the outside world because of how isolated they are (and Inaba kind of is - remember how Yosuke said they barely had cell connectivity up until recently) means they tend to look inwards instead of out, so there isn't as strong an awareness of what else there is out there and a belief that your options are basically just that (it also makes it all the more impressive that they have surprisingly well-traveled teachers). Yosuke, on the other hand, is very much connected to the internet and the outside world, and he also tends to think about the things that he's missing out on more tangibly.

It makes for a very interesting parallel with Yukiko, who had grown up in Inaba all her life and also expresses that same interest in wanting to go out and see the world. Yukiko's idea about the kind of options that she has is weirdly limited for someone who is supposed to be at the top of her class. When you meet her at the bookstore, she talks about getting a job license so she could leave town, and her first thought was interior decorator (do you even need a license for that? it's not a chartered profession unlike an architect or interior designer, but things might work differently in japan). And maybe she does have a genuine interest in it so I'm talking shit, but it also feels like it's a job that she's aware of only because of the ryokan. As far as I could tell, we don't actually see her express any interest in, say, furniture themes or colour swatches and fabric textures in the way Kanji very clearly does. Her world view, like everyone else, is bounded by the reach of her experience, but because Inaba is so small and cloistered it impedes her ability to imagine beyond that. Even when she's thinking of leaving, her options are still limited to her experiences at the inn. I'm still really salty about how she decided to stay at the ryokan in the end, because something much more satisfying in my opinion would have been for her to get the opportunity to try different things elsewhere in the world, and if she decided that the ryokan was the right thing for her, then, well, fine, I guess? Or some cliche like exploring other inns elsewhere so she could bring that knowledge home. Especially since she had the support of her family and the inn staff, it makes her narrative feel more like an acceptance of her lot in life, rather than a genuine realisation that yeah, this was what she wanted, which was what the game wanted us to think, except it's not convincing. Instead, it just feels like a weird stagnation because her initial wish of wanting to see the world beyond the ryokan was not satisfied.

But hey, guess who does!

Yosuke gets to learn how to make the best of a situation, but ultimately, he's not beholden to it. He - and his writers - understand that he's not done growing, so he doesn't fix himself to a role that he doesn't like. AND IT'S GOOD. I just wish everyone else got that opportunity.

[5eraphim]

Engie staring at you during sex like

NO ITS WORSE CUZ HES GOT THOSE AWFUL BLUE EYES AND LOOKS LIKE THIIS

[temiizpalace]

☆┊THE POCKY GAME

SUMMARY: playing the pocky game with your crush!

CHARACTERS: all dorms (-ortho)

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: cursing, suggestive? not really tho

NOTES: happy pocky day!! I think this game is actually really cute teehee. what’s ur guys favorite pocky? (mines the chocolate or matcha one 🙏🙏)

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

GOES IN FLUSTERED, COMES OUT CONFIDENT

you caught him so off guard. he was just minding his own business, doing his thing, then suddenly you hit him with a game like this? really are you trying to kill him, prefect? does this count as a confession?? he feels hot, is his face red? he didn’t even know pocky day existed!

despite his internal panicking, how could he possibly say no to you? placing the biscuit between his lips, letting you have the chocolate side (or whatever flavor u want) like the gentleman he is. slowly, bite by bite his face inches closer to yours. his heart is killing him, but he doesn’t dare to lose. finally reaching to the midsection, his lips find yours, sharing a small sweet kiss before pulling away.

that was much more fun than he thought it’d be. how about another round?

riddle, trey, jack, kalim, silver, malleus

GOES IN CONFIDENT, COMES OUT A LOSER

he was so smug when you asked. say less prefect! he’ll play the game with you since you’re so desperate!

then suddenly he gets second thoughts once you both begin to bite down on the biscuit. little by little, the proximity between you two began to close, his heartbeat racing at the speed of light. thump thump thump. he could barely control his breathing and his palms were beginning to grow sweaty. by the time you’ve expected a kiss, he pulled away, feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed.

his cheeks were burning hot and there was a discerning look on his face that screamed flustered. with all the talk he had before, maybe this reaction was better than the anticipated kiss. but where’s the fun in that? you pull out another pocky stick, putting it between your lips for a second time with a devilish grin. you’re killing him, prefect.

ace, cater, ruggie, epel, sebek

A LOSER

had to think long and hard about playing. not cause he didn’t want to, but because he knows he’s going to humiliate himself in front of you.

so how did he find himself standing in front of you, with a pocky in his mouth, inching closer and closer to your face after each passing second? this. is. bad. he’s actually going to fail and look like a godforsaken fool. is his face red? it’s red isn’t it? he should’ve known better. not even halfway, he backs up, covering the lower half of his face with his hand.

please forgive him, but he might just DIE and EXPLODE if he hadn’t done what he just did. it’s not just about his safety, it’s about yours too. please don’t tease him he’s already so embarrassed for being a wimp.

he’s already weak in the knees just being beside you, kissing you would be a whole nother story.

deuce, azul, idia

A FUCKING TEASE

another smug one. except this one has plans to win and actually stick to it. rather than just standing in front of you, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer. you hesitate for a moment, taken aback by his bold actions.

the game grew intense, his eyes staring daggers into your own. you’re not even sure if he was blinking (he wasn’t). he took in your reaction, engraved it in the back of his mind, and plans to replay these moments like they were a cinematic masterpiece. just when you were about to pull away, his lips meet yours, sharing a breathtaking kiss.

your face was warm and wore an expression of shock. he loved it. ah, ah, ah, not so fast prefect. technically that was a tie! what’s a game without a winner? looks like another round is in order..

jade, jamil, rook, lilia

SOMEHOW A WORSE TEASE

pocky game? why would we want to do that when he could just do this?

cupping your cheek, he leans over and places a chaste kiss on your lips. it was a gentle kiss, contrasting with the way his hands traveled down to your waist, holding my you firmly in place. his eyes bored into you, enjoying your shock. he was smug. so smug. you could feel him smiling against your lips, leaning in closer and closer til you finally had the opportunity to push him away.

he only smirked in return, letting you go, grabbing a pocky and walking away as if nothing happened.

punch him. you wanted to punch him.

leona, jade, floyd, jamil, vil

A/N: jamil was self indulgent ngl

date published: 11/11/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[moonstruckme]

Idk if this is even enough for a request but I would love to see poly marauders w a reader who takes extremely hot showers, like maybe she’s already in the shower when the boys come home and they go to join her but start squealing and they jump back out, pouting at her about “it’s too hot! You’re boiling, you’re going to pass out in there” etc. I just think it’s funny and I love a good hot shower. (Bonus pts for plus size reader!! Not sure how that would be important but I’d love it if it was!)

Thanks for requesting sweetheart! I couldn't really find a way to make it plus!size reader without describing her body a lot but that felt sort of weird and I ended up cutting most of it, so unfortunately it's only plus!size reader if you squint a bit

cw: non-sexual (okay, some sexual, but it's only lightly implied) nudity

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 628 words

Steam whooshes out of the bathroom when James opens the door. The mirror is completely fogged up and he’s immediately warm, but that’s alright, because he’s shrugging off his shirt anyway. 

“Hi, angel,” he calls over the spray.

“Jamie?” Your voice echoes off the tile a second before your head pokes out past the curtain. “When did you get home?”

“Just now, but Sirius and Rem are already in the kitchen making dinner.” Well, Remus is making dinner. Sirius is providing commentary. “Can I join you in there?” 

Your smile comes quick and devious, water dripping from your chin. “Sure you can.” 

James hurries out of his pants and socks, pulling aside the curtain. “Alright, scoot ov—ah!” He hardly gets one leg under the spray before he’s jumping back. “Shit that’s hot! What the hell, lovie? Are you trying to cauterize yourself?” 

You laugh like he’s overreacting, which James knows for certain he is not. Steams pours out so thickly from behind the curtain it’s a wonder there’s any water left to wash yourself with that hasn’t instantly evaporated. “What’s wrong with a hot shower?” you ask. 

James doesn’t know how to answer that. “Hot” doesn’t even begin to describe the temperatures you’re subjecting yourself to. He hears footsteps in the hall, and a second later Sirius is opening the door, Remus behind him. 

“Did someone yell?” 

“Yeah, me,” James says, accusatory, “when I nearly had the skin scorched clean off my leg.” 

Sirius raises a single brow. “That scream was awful girlish, Prongs. You sure it was you?” 

“Prick,” James laughs. “Go on, feel the water. It’s like she’s punishing herself in there!”

Remus steps past Sirius, sticking his hand under the showerhead. His eyebrows raise, and he draws it back (albeit with much more dignity than James had withdrawn, but he’d been caught by surprise). “That really is quite warm, dove. I can barely hold my hand under there, how’re you doing it with your whole body?” 

You shrug, turning towards them, and it occurs to James that he and you are both naked while your other two boyfriends are fully clothed. There was a time where you would’ve tried to hide yourself from them in this state, and he’s hit with a rush of gratitude that that time has passed. Still, he doesn’t quite like the look of you like this, steam rising off your body as water that may as well be magma slides over your curves. James can’t believe you when you say that doesn’t hurt. 

“It’s nice,” you say, like some kind of psychopath. “I don’t know, I like it.”

“Sweetheart, you could pass out from heat like this,” Remus frets.

“Is it really that bad?” Sirius is skeptical, until Remus presses the palm that he’d held in the water to his face. His eyes widen. “Fuck, how can you stand that, babe?” 

“You guys are wimps,” you tell them, rolling your eyes. “It’s cold outside, and I fancied a hot shower. Sue me.”

“But this is more than hot,” Remus says. James nods ardently. “You’re really telling me you don’t even feel lightheaded?” 

“I don’t,” you promise, but James isn’t having it. He pulls the curtain aside, gripping the fat of your hip (“Fuck, Jamie, you’re freezing!”) to reach around you and adjust the water temperature. 

“There,” he says. “Let it cool down a bit, and you won’t melt your brain, plus I’ll be able to get in with you. Okay?” 

Remus nods satisfiedly, hurrying back towards the kitchen to attend to whatever he’s likely left on the stove, but you pout. “It’s going to be cold,” you complain. 

“I’ll be in there with you,” James reminds you, grinning when you brighten. “I’ll make sure you don’t get too cold, lovie.”

[serxinns]

Hey thank you so much for taking my request but

If it’s okay with you can you make a yandere giant bakusquad x human reader

That is so scared of giants and when one of the bakusquad kidnaps immediately

Without the village knowing that reader has been kidnapped by giants taking reader to their new home

I hope you take my request if not then I’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable!!!

If you did thank you so much for taking my request!!!❤️

Yandere giant bakusquad x human reader!

A/n: it's finally done lord I'm tried and I hope you enjoy!

You lived in a small village with a bunch of huge walls blocking from the outside world, due to a large beast called giants you were told they were brutal and hungry beasts who invaded villages and devoured any human they lay upon, you heard stories from, your friends of how deadly these creatures were one friend told you they would impaled villagers on the stick and roast them like a kabob or stories about humans traveling into the outside world especially near their territory never to be seen again

There were very strict rules from the town leader for going in and out of the protected village one of the rules was to be back at a certain time or get locked outside which scared the villagers a lot to the point most of then wouldn't even step out or sneak out knowing the consequences it was like they Isolated themselves

you and some of your friends didn't believe some of those lies always wanted to find out yourself you were a very curious and exploring person as a child always wanting to explore even in the more dangerous of areas one time a guard caught 4 years you almost escaped giving your parents a heart attack and a very stern warning from the guards to them as the older you get the more stubborn you were the villagers would call you and your friends rebellious for not listening to the leader but you didn't care

One day you and your friends decided to play true or dare it was all wimpy and easy at 1st like pranking the townsfolk stealing some food and tricking people but it became very extreme until it was your turn to be asked "truth or dare" You wasn't a wimp so you picked dare "I dare you to go into the giants territory" your friend smirked mischievously while the others looked in shocked intrigued and worried, you were unsure of the challenge yes it was true that you have went outside of the walls before but going to the giants territory aka the paint forest was forbidden

You thought about it for a moment your friends stared at you, waiting for an answer "I'll do the dare" they all cheered one friend looked worried and scared "But you have to come with me" they all went silent gawking at your statement you can tell by their faces that they didn't wanna do it and was unsure of it but their pride overtook and accepted

Time skip

you gather your things like climbing tools, weapons, flashlights, food, and water the 4 of you snuck out of your houses and into the quiet night while the village was pitch black only the moonlight and stars shining brightly into the night, the 4 of you crept towards the big entrance which leads to the outside, a sleeping guard that was supposed to do its nightly duties was standing there to your unfortunate, so the 4 of you thought for a second on what to do, a girl in the group named Tasha grabbed a big rock nearby and threw it hard as she could to the opposite side causing a loud thud when it hit the ground that alerted the guard

He woke up in a cold sweat, swinging his weapon. "Who goes there?!" He barked as he flashed his flashlights at some bushes that were rustling, which gave you and your friends the time to quickly go through the entrance and exit the village, "we made it," you thought as you looked around your surroundings, and there in front of you were the giant's territory..the woods everyone including you stared at it for a moment grabbed your flashlights and walk down the path leading to the woods

The closer you get the more unsettling it gets.. the rustling of the bushes from the strong wind and the shadows of the creatures within the forest grow disturbing becoming sinister you even hear animals and creatures that you haven't heard or learned about before you felt your group getting scared Mike(another one of your friend group who was the leader) even started to grow doubts about this plan but you kept going you didn't wanna back down now, can you?

As the three of you made it in front of the woods you all stopped and looked up the trees were as tall as the trees back in your area rocking with the rhythm of the wind, you took a breath look behind to see your group one last time and walked in with your lights held high as they followed you, Josh stopped everyone and decided to make a plan to survive in the woods "Sasha you to set up a fire, Mike you go set up camp y/n and I would hunt" you looked back a bit reluctant "hunt!? In this area! What if we get lost? We don't even know what creature lurks here!?" "We'll be fine, promise, just get a few animals and come back to the camp. "You were about to reply until Josh quickly ran, weapon in hand "asshole.." you muttered under your breath as you cautiously looked around for any animals...

Time skip again

You walked over bored carrying a bag full of dead animals you hunted you then grabbed your light and started heading back to the camp until you heard a loud thud behind you making the ground shake you froze for a second quickly turning back to see nothing but the darkness surrounding the light you then slowly turned back and started walking only a bit faster that's when you heard another thud you turned again but nothing...you were about to turn around until a Hand grabbed you

You screamed trying to grab your weapon but the hand gripped you tight your body started shivering and squirming in desperation to break free from whatever was gripping you but to no luck "Aw how cute! Are you lost little one" You slowly turned to see a giant girl with pink skin and yellow eyes smiling and cooing like you were some pet or little child you stared at her already afraid but confused but you didn't wanna find out so you tried biting her which made her let go a bit making you fall but she quickly catch you "Hey now no biting!" She scolded, lightly, glaring at you. "Please don't hurt me! Just put me down please!!"

You started sobbing as the giant looked down at you in pity. "No, no, honey, I'm not gonna eat you.." she started trying to softly rock you and shush your cries. "Oi pinkie, what's the hold-up?!" Both you and the pink giant turn to see an ashy-blonde hair male coming toward her, glaring at her "shitty hair and dunce fade are already done, and the tape face is already back at the kingdom. What's the hold up with you? His eyes then lay upon your small shaking figure trying to hide from his gaze

"Well, you see, I got this cute little human while hunting and decided I wanted to keep it! Poor thing is dirty and beaten! We can't just leave it here!" Bakugo stared intensely at you while you shivered in fear you looked so small and fragile! He might not admit it, but he already adores you. He grumbled something under his breath, and Mina's expression brightened. "You gonna come home with us, sweetie!" She said as she skipped along following him ignoring your pleads and cries and yells for help

"We're here!" She exclaimed opening her hand out to make you see it was a tall castle that reached above the clouds and the village itself looked ginormous as well you were stunned and a bit scared by the size of the castle and at the entrance, a dark-haired male and another girl with short purple hair approached them "back so soon?" The girl spoke up, carrying what seemed to be a delicious dish, which you can admit spelled pretty well. "Yep, and we brought a surprise!" She said as she slowly pushed her hands towards gently opening them to reveal a small shivering little human curled up in a ball

Both Sero and Jirous's eyes widen, seeing something too small and defenseless, dirty and beaten. "Mina, where did you get them? And why they're bruised up? It better not be Bakugos doing," Sero said, glaring at the male. "My doing?! I didn't do shit scotch tape alien was the one who found them like this!" "I was hunting. There's nothing wrong with me. Can I please just go home!" Mina then started petting your hair with her finger, comforting you like you were a crying child and ignoring your little tantrums the 2 giants' gazes softened at the sight of you

"Let's get them inside and clean them up," Jirou said leading Mina in as Mina carefully held you in her palms Sero started to run some warm water in a bowl making sure the temperature was warm enough while Mina gently placed you on the sink you tried to run but her hand blocks your view "now no running it's bath time for you!" She giggled, reaching her hand towards you, gently and quickly, stripping you down to nothing "H-hey! What the hell! " You quickly wrapped yourself with a nearby tablecloth as your face turned red in embarrassment you felt utterly humiliated

They all stared at you for a moment, Mina gently pushing you with her fingertips to get in, but you scrambled away, clutching the cloth tightly. You weren't gonna bathe in front of these people, especially giants! "What's wrong? The water isn't the right temperature?" Jirou asked, sounding very Eager... too Eager "N-no, I-I just don't feel comfortable b-bathing in front of all of you..." "Well, one of us has to stay with you and help you clean, so you need to pick one!" Sero explained while the others stared at you wondering who will you pick

You observed every one of them, Mina seemed nice enough but a bit too clingy, and the other giant named Bakugo seemed scary so it was down to Sero and Jirou, your gut tells you to pick Jirou plus u felt a little safe with her more than the slim giant name sero so you pointed at jiu which she smiled making sero and Mina pout and whine while bakugo rolled his eyes she then ushered the 3 out making sure they were out of sight completely and shut the door behind them she then walked over to you with a sponge and cup in hand "don't worry ill be extra gentle!"

She then picked up a sponge and started scrubbing you slowly and carefully making sure no dirt was in sight you gotta admit it felt nice like you were in a spa you almost fell asleep which didn't go unnoticed by Jiro who was enjoying every single minute of your cuteness she then began to wash and comb out your hair with a large brush trying to get all the knots out then began rinsing you off with the cup which you cough wheeze and gag cause of the water "Sorry sorry!" She quickly apologized she then let you get out of the bowl as she looked away for a moment to let you wrap around in the table cloth once you were all covered up she gently picked you up and the two of you headed out the door into their shared bedroo,

You were met with the 3 giants again smiling excited to see you were fresh and clean "We got you some cute cozy little clothes for you to wear" Mina said excitedly holding out a cozy set of clothing you stared at for a moment wondering how the hell did they managed to make these so fast but your thoughts interrupted when sero pushed the clothes at you "go on wear em!" He said you smiled nervously as everyone stepped out for you to change you quickly changed into the clothes and it was a but big on you but it was pretty cozy, you then yelled out you were done as the 3 came in again

Mina squealed at the sight of you cooing and doting on you, repeatedly saying, you're so cute!" Or "I could just eat you right up," which made you a bit concerned. "You should thank Bakugo for the outfit. He made it just for you!" Sero said teasingly as Bakugo blushed, hitting the back of the man's head and earning an "ow!" From him "You welcome..." he managed to grumble out avoiding eye contact with you "Oh kiri and denki shoukd be here with the food any minute now! We can all have a dinner together!"

She said excitedly, running downstairs with you, followed by Sero following her behind and lecturing her to slow down when carrying you, "Kirishima and Denki?" You questioned yourself as the door swung open; answering your question, 2 males appeared, one with red hair and sharp teeth and the other with blonde hair as well, but with a black lightning strike. "We're home; sorry we're late; someone kept trying to eat all the rations?" He said as he glared at Kirishima, laughing sheepishly. "I couldn't handle it. I was hungry!" The boys were both bickering each other earning a bit of a chuckle from you being heard by the 2 boys as they glanced at you

"Aww who's this little one!" Kirishima said, reaching hid finger out to you, which you flinched and tried squirming away. "We found them in the woods! Poor thing was beaten and dirty and alone!" Mina whined as the 2 boys looked at you with sympathy. "No, seriously, I'm fine! I was just hunting for some food with some friends for our camp. I need to go back home and-" "Honey, this is your new home!" The blonde Denki spoke up smiling gleefully at you, you froze realizing that home was Impossible "n-no! My homes down there in thr village my parents could be worried and the leader coul get mad-"

"Oh please, your parents never cared about you anyway, and that leader of yours is cruel for leaving someone as small and fragile as you out," Bakugo said, rolling his eyes and earning a glare from everyone in the room. "Bakubro that isn't very manly!" The red hair-stated "yea! You should've said it more softer they're already suffering from the realization that they got abandoned!" Mina added as she looked at you softly, "But it's true, sweetheart. I'm so sorry!" She pulled you closer to her cheek as some sort of hug there was an awkward silence in the air Jirou "cmon let's get you nice and fed and then get you to bed" Sero then grabbed you and headed towards the kitchen with the others behind

You were served a small portion of spaghetti as the others chomped down and devoured their food trying to make conversation with you wanting to learn more but all you could do was stare at your plate realizing that there was no way to escape these giants who think you got abandoned and now you were treated as some sort of pet or whatever! This can't be your fate no way no matter how good the food and care are you want to go home to your parents to your hometown to your village!

"Alright, little crystal, it's time for bed!" The red-haired giant claimed as he took you upstairs to prepare you to bed, you were met with the shared bedroom again but this time there was a large doll house that was 2x the size of the house in your village Kirishima grabbed the key from the counter and open it up revealing a nice looking bed he then places it down in the counter drawer with a working mini night light seriously were these guys that prepared to have a human pet or something!? He then placed softly on the bed Sero tucked you in as Mina, Denki and Jirou kissed you on the forehead making you blush

"Goodnight, sweetheart, sweet dreams~" As they got ready for bed, you then realized that this was your new home and this was your new life from now on...you can never escape them. You were their little human...Their human and they were damned to let anyone take that away from them

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Simon Says, Fuck Me

♡ NSFW, fem reader, smartass!reader, oral->male receiving (more like face fucking lol), spitting in someone's mouth without warning, established relationship, reader can't stop interrupting Baji but Baji likes that about her, Baji is just straight up nasty in this one y'all ♡

Characters: Just Baji (my little arsonist)

note: this lovely little idea was given to me by my equally lovely moot @i-literally-cant-with-this

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You were just laying on your bed relaxing. Your thumb lazily swiped across your phone screen as you scrolled through social media, when all of a sudden your boyfriend ran through the door, out of breath and panting.

"What the hell? Are you good?"

He looked at you and took in a deep breath before speaking.

"Yeah I'm fine! The real question is, do you wanna play Simon Says?"

"Really Kei? That's why you came rushing in here, do I look like I feel like playing?"

"Pretty please y/n? With black cats wearing cute hats on top?"

The look on your boyfriend's face was just too cute to resist. The way his little fangs poked out while he pouted was the kicker, you had no choice but to agree.

"Okay fine! Just out of curiosity, what do I get if I win?"

"Whatever you want. Name it and it's yours!"

"Okay, I can get down with that."

"But if I win-"

"Oh God, why did I agree to this?"

"Babe shush, I'm not done. If I win, I get to tie you up tonight~"

"Absolutely not."

"Too late! You already agreed, now lemme explain the rules to you doll. First off, I'm Simon-"

"No really? I thought you were Edward?"

"Y/nnn!"

"Okay I'm sorry, please continue."

"Okay so I'm Simon, I'm going to tell you what to do-"

"Yeah no shit, that's how the game goes."

Baji loved you wholeheartedly, but sometimes he just wanted to choke the hell out of you because why are you such a smartass? Nevertheless he continued with the rules.

"Yeah but there's a difference. When I tell you to do something, you have to do it. If you don't, then you automatically lose and I win. Got it?"

"So if I don't do everything you say then I lose? That sounds so unfair."

"If you're too much of a wimp to play then we don't have to."

"A wimp? You're tryna egg me on to play aren't you?"

"Is it working?"

"Unfortunately yes, let's just start the game please."

Baji mentally highfived himself before thinking about all the things he could ask you to do, he decided to start off slow and simple though.

"Simon says, touch your nose."

You tapped your finger on the tip of your nose, trying not to giggle at how serious he looked right now.

"Simon says, don't talk for the rest of the game."

You took your hand and made a zipping motion across your lips, signalling silence.

"Simon says, get on your knees."

You were about to say something before you realized that if you talked you would lose, so you once again reluctantly listened to your boyfriend and slid off the bed to get on your knees.

"Simon says, open your pretty little mouth~"

You looked at him as if to say "really?" before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. He walked over to you, admiring the irritated look on your face before leaning down and dropping a glob of spit in your mouth. You held back a gag as you felt his spit hit the back of your throat and promised yourself that you'd punch the shit out of him for catching you off guard like that.

"Good job angel! I really thought you were gonna fold on that one, guess I have to try a little harder."

He looked at you with a smirk that just told you how fucking cocky he is and how confident he was that you were gonna lose. His hands latched onto his pants, undoing them and whipping out his thick cock. You felt choked up just at the thought of him in your mouth right now, but you couldn't help but find how he was acting extremely attractive. The way he could take control of you so quickly made you melt and he knew that. He slapped the tip of his dick on your outstretched tongue, lining it up perfectly with your throat. His hands cupped your face before he gave you another command.

"Simon says, don't gag."

It was evident he wanted you to gag and lose the game by the way he rammed into your mouth, yet you didn't falter. Not when his calloused hands were gripping your face a little too tightly, not when he grabbed fistfuls of your hair, not even when tears threatened to form in your eyes.

"Look at that, you're taking me so good darling. You might just win the game."

He groaned as your throat clenched around him, and between a string of praises and curses he uttered one more command.

"Simon says, make me cum ♡"

If anything it was less of a command and more of a statement considering that he was about to cum anyway. You dug your nails into your thighs as you fought the urge to grab at him. Taking deep breaths as he shot his load down your throat, desperately trying to stay quiet. His grip on your face softened and he pulled out of your mouth. A mix of satisfaction and disappointment could be seen on his face.

"Well darling, I guess you win. What do you want as your prize?"

"I have a few ideas~"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, but first I wanna clean my face off."

He looked down at your messy face, and the grin he had only got bigger as he saw how you were covered in drool and some of his cum.

"Yeah that sounds like a good idea."

He helped you up off the floor and watched as you started walking to the bathroom before you suddenly stopped in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Hey Kei, one more thing."

"What?"

"Remind me to never play a game with you ever again."

He chuckled as you walked out, knowing that no matter how many times you say that, he'd rope you into playing another game.

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[ilikekidsshows]

Every time I hear the love square or Adrian and Marinette are together I lose 50 more years of my lifespan

And hearing what's happening with Adrian in said relationship I wished it stayed a fanon ship

There generally no reason for these two characters to be together and how they got together is sickening

I really wish this show get canceled or something because I can't keep hearing with what happening with Adrian character anymore

Like this show is going to give mixed messages and bad morels until it dies I don't see that changing whatsoever I'm surprised it isn't canceled yet for its bullshit it pulled for ten years I generally don't get do you know why?

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Miraculous' terrible morality is insidious in how subtle it is when you're not paying attention and it's very good at encouraging the audience to not pay attention is how. This show is so sloppily written, it punishes you if you think about things too much or pay attention to the discrepancies. At its most harmless, it becomes less fun to watch the more you realize how little the stuff in it makes sense. At its most harmful, you start to hate the protagonist because she's a terrible person unless you only focus on vibes. Miraculous sells itself as mindless, harmless fun for small children and the bright colors, fast pace of episodes and the money shot scenes make it seem like just that. Everything about it is set to make you hang up your brain before you watch.

In addition, while the warning signs have been there since the start, the god-awful messaging started being obvious only around season 4, after people were well and fully invested in this series. Emotional attachment to media is a very real and difficult challenge to overcome for a lot of people, and it becomes especially so with the online communities built around said media. You've made friends through this show so you want to stick it out with those people. You've already invested literal years into this thing, so giving up feels like too much to ask. You might even hold on to hope that the show will become like the thing you grew attached to in the beginning if you just wait a while longer. In the other extreme, you might want to see the show crash and burn after it burnt you. In a way, a lot of the previous-fan-blogs-turned-to-salt blogs are specifically the latter, sticking around just to see how bad it'll get.

There's also the sad reality that abuse apologia the way Miraculous engages in it is very common. Unless they see a parent hitting their child, most people will not register more subtle forms of child abuse as such. Neglect, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, all of these are things that are often difficult to prove in real life abuse cases, as such, they're not the forms of abuse people think of when they form their ideas of what child abuse looks like. Similarly, a girlfriend abusing her boyfriend is often just seen as the girl being assertive, and the guy is either a wimp for feeling victimized or “must have done something to deserve it”. A lot of people will overlook how Marinette treats Adrien simply because she's a girl, and so they'll see nothing wrong with the main romance.

Also, like, Miraculous merch is going to keep selling from now until infinity, because Ladybug looks like a girl Spider-Man and kids fucking love Spider-Man. Ladybug’s design might not be original, but it looks enough like Spider-Man to appeal to people, especially since the closest thing to a mainstream Spider-Woman we have at the moment is Spider-Gwen, whose color scheme doesn't have the same universal appeal. Miraculous will keep getting more seasons because it's profitable. 

Also, the concept. Just because the writers squandered everything good about their concept, doesn't mean people can't see the draw even now. Fans and even former fans are still willing to take that concept and run with it. Speaking of which, Miraculous is one of the most recursive fandoms I’ve seen after Undertale. The fanworks have fanworks. I’ve seen so many people who are done with the show just go “at least we have fanfic”. The fanworks by themselves have serious pull.

[smiley-mcdoggington]

Hey it’s Andy! I got super depressed and stopped sending things. Please tell me EVERYTHING about Stanford Romanova, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

HI ANDY I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU'RE DOING BETTER JANUARY IS A HURDLE BUT IT'S ALMOST OVER!!!!

OKAY SO FIRSTLY STANFORD DIDN'T HAVE A DAD GROWING UP, Filbrick died while Caryn was pregnant and since Caryn and Filbrick werent that close and were mostly just sticking together because they accidentally got pregnant Caryn kept her maiden name (Romanoff, later changed to Romanova because it sounded more mysterious and less USSR) and gave her twins her maiden name. She was struggling on her own for a bit with some help from her parents before she started up Madame Romanova's Mystic Readings, but regulars call it the murmur (M.R.M.R) it's a shop that sells crystals, insense, spells, fortune telling and keychains. Stanford and Stanley grew up with their mom in the apartment above the shop. She also didn't name both her kids Stan because she was uncreative she just wanted them to be cute and matchy but also she liked the names 'Ford' and 'Lee' so that's what she called them most of the time.

This Stanley was also born deaf. It took a while to notice because Ford seemed to understand his brother just fine so it was probably just that Stanley didn't like talking to others. But then he almost got hit by a car and didn't notice and they finally got his ears checked out. Ford had extra fingers and Lee had no cochlear nerve. This meant, in Ford's opinion, he was a lot more affected by the bullying they both received. Stanley couldn't even hear what they said about them (but Stanley wasn't dumb, he saw the way kids mouths would flap around and knew they were mimicking his voice. But he didn't let it affect him because he had a brother to worry about) it didn't matter much, though, Ford and Stan had invented their own little sign language by the time they were five. After a while, Ford stopped using it because he knew Stan could read lips and he didn't want any bullies to see him signing. Stan didn't let this hurt.

The bullying was a lot worse in this dimension because Caryn didn't throw them in boxing lessons, she yelled at administration until they hated the boys enough to turn a blind eye to what was happening at their school.

Then the science fair happened, and the second Stan smiled up at him and gave the sign for 'boat' after he'd destroyed Ford's entire future, Ford decided he hated him. Stan wasn't a boxer, he was a wimp like Ford, but always drawing more attention. Ford started walking home alone, and the bullies would always find Stan before him. Corner him, when he was alone. The second Ford could, he moved away and never looked back at the brother that ruined his life and still tried to talk to him with that stupid baby hand language. Then gravity falls, and Bill, and he called on his brother desperately. Stan came, he had just been a barnacle scraper in glass shard anyway. Ford told him to take his journal to the other side of the planet, and Stan pushed back. They got into a tussle, Stan got branded right against his spine, and they both fell through the portal. Stan died two weeks into the nightmare realm from an infection that spread up his spine into his head very quickly and left him an immobile target unaware of how loud he was and writhing in pain. If anyone asks, it was the infection that killed Stan.

Ford Romanova, alone, with no chance of returning, snoops through dimensions. Yes, he wants to stop Bill, but also he gets distracted by seeing alternate Stanleys for months and years at a time. He knew his relationship with Stan was very... Codependant, and went a little farther than siblings should, but Ford genuinely doesn't care about that anymore, there's no one to judge him and if anyone judges his brother he'll kill them. He almost never steps into dimensions, preferring the nightmare realm because of the lower gravity and because he just wants to observe. But then he finds out about a dimension where Stanley didn't fall through the portal, and when he holds his own fake funeral, no one shows. So he has to step in to make sure his mom is there, impersonating an IRS agent to do so.

[pupkashi]

picnics

in which mother nature decides picnics are no good without a little rain

a/n: hi hi ! how are you all? i hope well <3 sorry for taking literal months to get to this request i hope you’re still around to find this anon !! let me know what y’all think :]

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there’s a sort of deeply romantic aspect about picnics. a plush blanket beneath you, reaching only so far before the blades of grass peak over, tickling at your legs if you don’t scoot in closer. there’s a small array of foods and snacks splayed infront of the two of you, the basket you’d bought only 30 minutes ago overflowing with sweets that your lover had bought in a haste.

“we have to go fast! what if someone takes our spot!” satoru had cried out, loading your shopping cart in a frenzy of moves before rushing you to the self checkout. you kept up as best you could, his much longer legs making significantly larger slides than your smaller ones, almost jogging to stay next to him.

“it isn’t that serious” you laughed, slowing down to catch your breath before he turned to look at you, his mouth falling open.

“this is our romantic spark we are talking about! the spontaneous-ness of our relationship!” you rolled your eyes at his words, smiling as you agreed with him and walked with him to self checkout, loading the car up and heading to the park you were currently at.

“this is nice” you smiled, your head in satoru’s lap as he finished off the last chocolate covered strawberry, humming in agreement before wiping his hands and smiling down at you.

“didnt i pick such a great spot?” he’s grinning at your nod of approval, relishing in the way the sunlight bathed your body. your hair was messed up from the wind, but he thought it made you more charming.

you sat up, crossing your legs and letting out an ‘oomph’ sound when satoru practically threw his head in your lap, looking at you with bright eyes behind his sunglasses.

“play with my hair?” he asked, already fluttering his eyes closed before you answered, knowing you’d never refuse him.

“course angel boy” you replied, your hands finding their way to his snowy locks, easily carding through the soft strands. “you’re so pretty” you whisper, gojo’s ear peeking up at your compliment.

“you’ve been using my shampoo haven’t you?” you accuse, causing one of his eyes to open and look at you.

“conditioner too” he quipped, grinning as you smacked his chest, “ow!” he groaned, you only scoffed at him, hitting him again and causing a smile to form in his lips.

“as if that hurt at all you wimp!” you laughed. watching as he sat up, a pout replacing his smile.

“you wound me with your words, lover of mine” his face falling for dramatic effect, you can’t stop the laughter that shakes your whole body, throwing your arms around satoru as you continue laughing loudly.

gojo doesn’t struggle, easily falling on his back and laughing along with you, wheezes and squeaks soon being the only noises heard from the two of you.

then, a bolt of lightning, a loud crack and boom. the two of you staring at each other, then the food infront of you, and locking eyes again.

it’s too late when you both reach for the food, fat raindrops falling quickly and relentlessly on both of you and the food.

“the candy!” satoru cries, reaching for it and shoving it in the basket, closing it and trying to shield it from the pouring rain.

he glanced over at you, deciding in that moment he cared about nothing else but you.

you who was smiling and giggling as the rain soaked your clothes, your hair sticking to your face, droplets of water running down your neck when you turn to look at your lover, laughing when you see the small frown on his lips.

“your theatrics caused this” you accuse teasingly, laughing when gojo smiled back at you, throwing his head back in laughter.

he’s living up to his pet name in that moment, the white hair sticking to his forehead, strands soaking and dripping water, there’s a droplet on his nose bound to fall any second. his black tshirt is sticking to his skin, you can see the soft outline of his muscles when he flexes a bit, abs visible if you stare just a bit too much.

it’s not long before he’s taking his phone out, playing stupidly romantic music and yanking you up to stand.

“we have to dance in the rain!” he speaks excitedly, practically glowing as he leads you to the beat of the music, the two of you laughing at the comments the other makes.

there’s another loud clap of thunder that has you jumping, your head hitting Gojo’s nose.

“oh my god sorry!” you cry out, taking a hold of his chin and making him face you, making sure he wasn’t bleeding, breath hitching at how gorgeous he looked.

“staring at my pretty face?” he grins, eyes glinting when your hand moves from his chin to tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“who said you had a pretty face to stare at?” there’s a lilt to your voice, you’re biting back a smile and he knows it.

“oh i dunno, just this very beautiful person i go on spontaneous picnics with” he smiles, his hands shaking around your waist and pulling you close, the rain still going strong as he crashes his lips onto yours.

your lips are moving in sync, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, when another clap of thunder causes you to jump, biting down on his bottom lip.

the two of you pull away, satoru laughing at the concern etched in your features, assuring you he’s fine, chasing your lips for more kisses.

the two of you end up in the car with drenched clothes, soggy candy and a dripping wet blanket, a satisfied sigh leaving either of your guys’ lips as the warm air hit your bodies.

“fun picnic” you laughed, watching as gojo reversed out of the parking spot, his hand places behind your headrest, his muscles practically straining against the wet t shirt.

“much more wet than i anticipated” he smiled, “but fun” a dazzling smile on his face as he drove home, the two of you hurrying in under the still pouring rain, rushing to change out of your wet shoes and drenched clothes.

“i heard it’s good to take a warm bath after getting caught in the rain” satoru speaks, “especially with your amazing awesome pretty boyfriend” a grin on his face as he takes his shirt off and throws it in the washing machine alongside your clothes.

“who said that?” you question, a brow raised as you slip on one of satoru’s t shirt and some clean shorts.

“experts say” he confirms, a much to believable look on his face that has you smiling.

“does this expert happen to be the ‘awesome amazing cute boyfriend’ in question?” you’re almost standing chest to chest now, he smiling down at you as he nods.

“pretty boyfriend” he corrects, “maybe we should check and make sure my idea is correct” mischief and excitement swirling in his bright eyes as you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“in the name of science of course” you state, already walking to the restroom.

“of course” he beams, hot on your heels, his heart growing in size as you look back at him, bright smile on your face and a look of love on your face.

[nami-nanami]

Day four - curiosity ate the kitty

MDNI! office au (?) afab reader being with a woman for the first time, may or may not be based on true events. cw: fingering, oral (giving), some anal play (if you squint)

This was it. This was the moment you have wished for and the stars aligned. You have come back home with your date Rumi. The woman of your dreams and she was finally in your bed. 

Ever since the day she started to work in the same office as you, you couldn’t keep your eyes off her. She was beautiful but you didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until she started to pass by your cubicle more often. She will first stop by to ask simple questions about work and then she starts to stop by to get to know you. As time passed she started to ask more personal questions and every time one button was undone, exposing more of beautiful breasts that was making it hard for you to keep eye contact with her. Rumi would get close to you and her perfume just made you so dizzy that you wanted to pull her onto your lap and feel her hot body against yours until - “Do you want to go on a date?” Her question quickly got your head out of your fantasy and you might have said yes a bit too loud. “Perfect! I’ll see you tonight after work.” She giggled at your reaction.

And that is how you were now on top of her as she had her arms around your neck, passionately making out. Your tongues dance beautifully with one another.  You pulled away to see her beautiful face, making sure this was real. She brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear as she beautifully whispered your name to it. Making the hair on your neck stand up. 

“You said this was your first time, right?” you nod at her question. “Yea.” You have told her it was your first being with a woman. Hell, it was your first time going on a date with one too. You were scared that she was going to end the date quickly and never talk to you again. You felt relief when she told you it wasn’t an issue at all.

Rumi gives you a smirk and you find yourself pinned down against the bed now. She resumes the make out session and her breasts start rubbing against yours. 

You gasp as she starts to unbutton your button up work shirt, revealing your white bra. Her kisses started to trail down your neck, leaving a few bite marks and pulling down your bra — exposing your hard nipple. She wraps her beautiful plump lips around it and starts slowly sucking on it, while her other hand makes sure your other breast isn’t feeling neglected.

You wimp as she takes a gentle bite on it and she chuckles against your hot body. “S-so good.” 

 She lifts your leg and slips your skirt up to get better access to your wet pussy. She moves your panties to the side and her finger starts to move up and down your folds. 

“Please, Rumi~” You weren’t sure what you were begging for but everything just felt so amazing. It was like a ride you did not want to get off anytime soon. 

She slid her finger inside of you and your eyes rolled back when she not only started to hit your spot but when she started to rub your clit with her thumb at the same time. 

You couldn’t help it but to moan louder than you expected. You grasped on to the bed sheets like if you were going to fall, even though you were in the middle of it. 

“Now, now let’s not have other people hear those beautiful lewd noises you’re making for me.” She whispered into your ear. She took off her shirt and her bra, revealing her big beautiful breast. She puts one of them near your face and you stick out your tongue ,catching her nipple in it. Her soft skin against your face, making you moan into her.

She gasped as you nibbled it and soothed it over with your tongue. You were making her feel good and you wanted to make her feel the same ecstasy you were feeling.

As you sucked her nipple, your hand slithered down. lifting her skirt up and feeling her bare soft ass. You massaged it and gave it a small slap wanting just a bit more. 

“Rumi..can I taste you?” She looked down at your dovey eyes. Your chest beating against her elegant skin. 

“Oh my. You’re so respectful. I’m glad I picked you.” Our office uniform laid on the floor as Rumi turned around and bent over in front of you. 

You discreetly gulped at the amazing view you had. Her exquisite wet pussy was dripping and her round ass was just calling your name. 

You grabbed the bottom of her ass as you started to lick her juicy cunt. It was a taste you have never imagined before. A delicious, and addictive taste you felt you can die right here and then.

You started to lick her faster and buried your face into it. Your name was falling out her tongue, making you pick up the pace. Your nose started to rub against her entrance between her cheeks, making Rumi be more vocal. 

One of your hands went to rub your needy clit. Her mewling, the noises your tongue was doing against her sensitive core, your groaning. All the lewd noises in the room was something you wanted to remember for the rest of your life. 

“I’m gonna cum on that pretty face of yours, ok?” She looked back at you as you were so concentrated on her.  

“Mhm~” you mutter into her. She released on your face, making you cum right after. You made sure to not waste any of it, as you licked her clean. Savoring her salty yet sweet taste. 

“Oh god, you’re amazing at it. Are you sure it was your first time?” She turned around, making you whimper just a bit, missing her pussy. 

“Yea it was.” You nod, as you use your tongue to gather the last of her slick into your mouth. 

She gives you a smirk, grabbing you by the nape and pulls you into a passionate kiss. 

“Let me clean you up as well.” 

She gently pushes you down the bed and the both of you continue touching each other until the sun rises. 

A/N: All I could think of when I was writing this, because the scene made me laugh

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[stardewremixed]

Alex headcanons

Wanted to be a knight when he was a child. Horse and lance, sword and suit of armor. Shiny. Made one out of tinfoil, scraps of Evelyn's fabric, and a broom stick. Neighbor kids made fun of him. He didn't dress up again.

Joined a yoga class on a dare. Well actually because he saw a pretty girl through the window and straight up walked into the glass. The instructor made him take the class. Something about balance and coordination.

Almost thought about joining the army right outta high school. He barely passed and wasn't sure college was for him. But the thought of dying while his grandparents (his only relatives) still lived qnd didnt have anyone to take care of them was too unnerving. He didn't want to leave them all alone. Still likes war movies sometimes.

Conscientious about his scent. Keeps his pit hairs trimmed. Religious about showering after working out. Keeps a spare deodorant in his truck. Leaves a trail of cologne - clean, just-out-of-shower scent, not too weighty, a bit soapy, rainforest mist like.

Has helped Sam out with his community service before because this man weirdly loves digging fence posts.

Also loves carrying things - groceries for his grandma (or the pretty farmer), barrels of ale and whiskey, folding tables from festivals, tools up a ladder, etc. Both arms full. Things normal people can carry on multiple trips. Alex gets it all and doesn't break a sweat. Would carry the farmer too (if she'd let him - and you know he's carrying her bridal style on their wedding night).

Loves a challenging ropes course. Can rappel down a wall or a mountain side. Can complete a obstacle course faster than anyone else. Would give Kent a run for his money at army crawling. Absolutely goes nuts about hiking, bouldering, free climbing too. Would probably do spelunking too if... he wasn't a teeny but afraid of the dark... because...

Kept a nightlight in his room until he was a teenager. It's why he never did sleepovers with the other kids. That and he hit puberty early. Towering over grade schoolers was only cool for like a minute. But you can reach things on the top shelf, I guess.

Occasionally freelances for the Adventurer's Guild. Gives guided hiking tours up into the mountains above the Valley or secret woods for tourists. He would be enthusiastic too - swinging his arms and waving his hands around while telling stories and pointing out cool sights.

His hugs are big, and leave you feeling wrapped up, but in a good way. Like a cozy warm blanket. You feel safe and loved.

He's a cuddler... while you watch TV together, while you read books together (yes, he likes sports magazines and biographies of his heroes), and while you sleep. He's definitely the big spoon and makes you feel cherished. That's until he starts snoring... lightly. You'll have to nudge him to stop. And those arms do get... heavy. And he's definitely elbowed his companion in bed before.

He's a bit of a wimp when it comes to shots. It's why he would never get a tattoo or get his ears pierced. He doesn't like needles. (They might also remind him of his mom and her treatments when he was little).

He once posed for a campaign poster for a lumberjack festival. Lewis had little success. Only a dozen young girls showed up on the bus that day. No actual woodchoppers. Needless to say, Alex kills it in plaid. Think Brawny paper towel guy vibes without the facial hair.

Also did a modeling gig for Pierre once to sell some winter gear. Haley took the photos. Alex is a natural in front of the camera. Again, lots of female visitors... erm... customers to the town for a period of two days. He may or may not have autographed the ad for one of the ladies.

He's shouldered a lot of responsibility from a young age. His dad ran out on them. His mom was sick. His grandparents aren't the healthiest. Alex has picked up odd jobs since he was eight. Recycling bottlecaps. ♻️ Washing cars. Lemonade stand. 🍋

Delivering newspapers was one of his first real paying gigs. Granny gave him one of George's old newsboy caps. Alex wore it with pride. He's got an incredible swing for it. Also led him to be interested in baseball. He played three seasons in Little League as a pitcher before he became fascinated with gridball. 📰

It was actually Grandpa George who got him into gridball. Watching games together on TV, critiquing the players, talking technique. Male bonding stuff. He wants to take George to a pro game one day, proudly wheeling his Gramps into the stadium. 🏈

One of his first jobs as a young adult was at the local hospital. It's how he paid for his first apartment. He wheeled people up from their appointments to get picked up at curbside. Just like with his mom when he was a young teen. It felt like a good way to keep giving back even after she was gone. New moms. Dialysis patients. Kids with broken legs from falling off a skateboard ramp...

That's how he met Sam actually. (I like to think these two would be sort-of friends). Sam talked about music and boarding and surfing. Alex talked about the high school Alma Mater fight song and baseball and weightlifting.

Sam and Alex built an epic sandcastle village on the beach one year at the Luau. Both were bored. Vincent helped too. It was impressive... until high tide came in. Haley snapped a photo first at least.

Inspired by Grandpa George, he took a dance class. That's how he met Haley (when they were late teens). He was her favorite dance partner. He could actually lift her without dropping her. And he didn't step on his toes. He's actually pretty light on his feet. Tried tap dancing too but that wasn't as successful (or cool looking).

Named MVP for his high school gridball team. Would've gone on to play in uni but just didn't have the grades. And he needed to stay close for Granny and George. Still keeps his trophies from every sport he's ever played in his room.

Would challenge anyone to an arm wrestling contest any day. Has actually made some money at the Stardew Valley Fair this way. Out of towners might underestimate him. Amateurs! Shane is the only one who's come close to besting Alex and only then because he was drunk. Sober Shane might have stood a chance.

Bought George a big recliner with his very first paycheck from his adult job. Comfy cushions, high quality leather, great arm rests. George never sits in it because he had his mining accident shortly after and so it sits unused in a storage closest somewhere collecting dust. Still every once in a while, George wheels by and thinks about his grandson's thoughtfulness.

Will carry any of the Farmer's picked produce back to the bins, trekking across the fields, or will personally deliver products to Pierre's. By the armful. Corn, lettuce, bushels of broccoli, squash, grapes, tomatoes. He can carry 3 or 4 buckets at a time. Or by the basket. The big round baskets that the average person can only carry one at a time.

Likes the smell of freshly washed cars. And the air after it rains. New leather on a ball. Granny's freshly baked cookies.

Would literally be your shoulder to cry on. No seriously, people have. His mom before she passed. Evelyn after her frustrations with George. Haley after a boy she liked dumped her. Even Emily after one awkward moment as she was taking out the trash behind the Saloon and felt overwhelmed about a disturbing vision she had. He is always willing to comfort those he cares about.

Doesn't really cook but he can make a mean cheesy macaroni casserole. It's one of the few recipes he learned as a boy that has stuck with him.

Feels strongly about cheating in sports. And popping pills to make someone stronger. Especially because his mom was ill. He knows there are people out there who really need medicines. Illegal drugs are a disgrace to the profession.

Would absolutely spend his days fixing up the farmhouse, repairing the barn, sprucing the greenhouse, patching up the chicken coop while the farmer worked the fields and orchards and took care of livestock. I have this longstanding belief that Alex would make an excellent handyman in the Valley. Maybe it starts out as an apprenticeship with Robin. He's gifted with a sander, a wrench, a saw. And this man looks great in a backward cap, tight jeans, and a tool belt. He likes to feel useful, stay busy, and work with his hands. Painting your bedroom and repairing your shower leak would be his first projects once moving to the farm.

[missielynne]

I feel so out of sync with the Ghosts fandom! I just don't care at all about fanwanking everyone's gender and sexual identity and even the canon romances are meh to me. And I was so meh about this Christmas episode while everyone else loved it. The possessions didn't work for me at all, and the Pete stuff...not to sound heartless, but we've already been down that exact same road with him and Laura so it didn't hit nearly as hard this time. I also don't love Jay as much as most do---he's kind of a wimp who apparently went years without standing up for Sam to his family and he's always so desperate for acceptance. Speaking of his family, yet another way I'm different from most of the ghosts fandom is that I can't STAND Bela. Like Jay, she thinks way too highly of herself and is kind of a social climber but lacks Jay's endearing qualities. Can't wait to read your review of this ep!

What are a few predictions you have for the rest of this season? Not obvious ones like Nisaac getting back together (which...yawn!) but kind of bold and unexpected ones?! Mine: Trevor is getting sucked off, Sam will discover she's pregnant and Hetty's power has something to do with time travel!

I totally get it, even though I will disagree to varying degrees on varying levels on some of those things. (Like for instance, Bela's my girl but I see where you're coming from.)

As for the episode itself...it's weird cause I DID like it...but not as a Christmas episode. It didn't feel particularly like a Christmas episode at all compared to its predecessor unless it was trying to replicate the holiday chaos of something like Home Alone or Christmas Vacation (neither of which are faves of mine. I prefer the stuff with warmer, happier endings and messages). I feel like the Christmas part of it was so on the periphery of the story that they could have made each possession be its own normal episode and the same story could have been told without it changing anything.

Like I LOVED the idea of Nancy helping Sam indirectly make headway with her mother-in-law in ways she couldn't do on her own. That was cool. But was it particularly Christmassy a la Thor the Grinch possessing Sam and learning what Christmas means? No, it was not.

And Pete possessing Jay? Entertaining and I LOVED that it gave him the opportunity to meet the ghosts "in person", but I wish they could have used the opportunity for the two to connect more rather than just turning Pete into a Hetty who's using the possession for his own gain (even though I understand the whole Laura thing and love them connecting, it was under a circumstance that could have happened any time.) I'm hoping that since the showrunners and writers know how big the Pete/Jay face to face/connection is to all of us, they're doing some sort of build up, from first trip out together to possession to...whatever comes next until they finally do talk and it's like a Very Special Episode or something.

Now I don't feel as strongly about Jay as you do, but I definitely agree with the idea that there needs to be some sort of reckoning in his and Sam's relationship where he finally just, I don't know, starts spilling out all his frustrations and says how he really feels. And I don't care if it leads to them having marriage troubles or what (if it's temporary and leads them both to actually learn something) but I hate Jay always having to get the short end of the stick and doing nothing to improve the situation. It's very frustrating.

I agree about Trevor getting sucked off. I won't be surprised if it happens because they really seem like they're setting something like that up. I hope with all my might that Sam doesn't discover she's pregnant now or at any point in the series. I really don't like this habit of showrunners feeling like every happily married couple needs to have a baby pop out of nowhere to be complete and I would like to have at least one show where that doesn't happen. (They did it in BBC Ghosts and it was a factor, IMO, why the ending was so unsatisfactory. But if it happens, I'll deal.)

Hetty's power having something to do with time travel? Interesting! Although I'm still thinking it's a phone thing. And in the Halloween episode she was going on about it showing up suddenly so maybe if she has phone powers, like there's a storm and they have no power and no way to reach anyone and then voila, in their hour of need, Hetty's power appears and she saves the day.

I also think Sas' COD is coming. Maybe something to do with food? (And possibly if that's a cause, maybe Jay's restaurant will be part of the reveal?)

And we haven't had our Stephanie episode yet so I wonder what they'll do with her and what it will take to get her sucked off? Maybe she gets to have some sort of revenge on her killer? Like he gets out of jail on parole and ends up at Woodstone somehow where she helps catch/reveal him like with Trevor and Ari but more intense?

And I wonder what else they'll do with Elias since he's coming too? Maybe there will be some talk about the Thomas and Alberta situation and we'll find out that Thomas has been chilling with his dad downstairs and...they both come up under the guise of Thomas making an apology to Alberta and...chaos ensues?

[5eraphim]

Scout is the first line of norman fucking rockwell

lana del rey truly doing the most for her gamer demographic <3

[omnikid6]

Mystery kids remake comic pt 15 episode 2

(meanwhile, Kris and Nico were talking)

Nico: But how?

Kris Dreemurr: So you never noticed that you are being controlled by some strange. THING!

Nico: No... But that explains why I can't hear him anymore.

Kris Dreemurr: Really...

Nico: Oh

Kris Dreemurr: Still, it's strange that you didn't notice all this bullshit and obsession

Nico: Mu, I hit my head hard on the way. I thought the cancer was coming back, concussion,

Kris Dreemurr: Man... no..

Nico: (confusion) Oh, THIS IS SUCH A NIGHTMARE!

Kris Dreemurr: Welcome to the club, buddy.

Nico: Nose When I walked that mountain and found you.. I felt how unhappy you were

Kris Dreemurr: Truth?

Nico: Yeah... And after that I kept telling myself that it was you who I needed to save.Before you told me about this whole... The obsession thing I thought it was all my job, it seemed like I needed to post someone else I... I...

Kris Dreemurr: Tar... there was some reason why you started sticking to us?

Nico: I, uh... I don't know about you, I woke up in the prologue. I make a lot of friends. I'm reaching the end of my path. I want to make a lot of friends... And.....

Kris Dreemurr: Don't be a wimp, we'll find your friends, and we have a card house, you can settle there ha

Nico: Hee hee, thank you very much.

(They laughed together and tenderly and they are followed by others who do not understand what they are talking about)

Dipper Pines: And Kris is already

Susie: eee...

Kris Dreemurr: It's not normal, how can it control you if you're the dark one.

Nico: And I don't know, damn. Do we have more questions than answers?

Kris Dreemurr: What if you don't...

Coraline Jones: Hey

(both shuddered)

Coraline Jones: What were you talking about?

Kris Dreemurr: We just...

Mabel Pines: Hey guys, she's bursting

(The others perk up when Lili surfaces, floating on her levitation orb near the far corner of the basement.)

Lili Zanotto: I found a drain! There's a plug in it, but I can't pull it out.

Dipper Pines: That's gotta mean Raz has to! Yes!

Razputin Aquato: There's still the problem of how I'm gonna get to it.

Norman Babcock: ... You'll have to go in, won't you?

Razputin Aquato: Yeah... I... I think I can do it though. I mean, I kinda have no choice. Lili?

Lili Zanotto: Yeah?

Razputin Aquato: Be ready to come get me... just in case.

(She nods solemnly, and he stands, glaring at the water as he approaches. The other kids crowd around the door, peering after their friend with worried expressions. Raz takes a deep breath, and leaps as far as he can over the water's surface towards where Lili still floats, bounces again with a little psychic boost, then plummets towards the water. When his feet hit the water, a mass of writhing liquid hands reach up and wrap around him before dragging him down. It's the first time Lili's seen the curse in action, much less so close, and she holds her hands to her face, eyes wide with shock. The others watch in horrified silence as time goes on and there's not so much of a hint at Raz's fate. Raz himself is trying not to panic as the hands drag him to the bottom. If he looks up, he can just barely make out the light from Lili's orb, and he knows the drain must be close. Reaching out, he runs his hands along the gritty floor blindly-and comes across a short chain attached to some kind of round object. With all the strength and air he has left, he pulls it loose. Lili's about ready to dive in after him when a whirlpool appears on the water's surface-and then the entire mass of liquid warps and vanishes. She falls to the floor next to a gasping Raz, who's laying on his back recovering. The others run down the stairs, and before he can sit up both Mabel and Neil and Lancer have practically dogpiled him

Mabel Pines: RAZ YOU DID IT AND YOU'RE ALIVE I'M SO HAPPY AAAAAH!!

Coraline Jones: Geez guys, give him some air! He needs that!

(Raz sits up coughing, but wearing a smile. Lili pulls him close, and though he's still shaky from the ordeal, he returns her embrace gratefully.)

Razputin Aquato: I wish every body of water was that easy to deal with.

Lili Zanotto: (Distressed) "Easy?! I thought you might've died, you idiot!"

(She punches him in the shoulder, then hugs him again before helping him get to his feet. Coraline raises an eyebrow at him.)

Kris Dreemurr: Okay, let's go.

(And Kris opens the door, and there's a corridor, and they go.)

Dipper Pines: Hopefully that was the worst thing any of us had to deal with today.

Coraline Jones: Not to take away from Raz, but revisiting the Beldam wasn't something I expected anytime soon. That was pretty bad.

Dipper Pines: The Beldam?

Wybie Lovat: This... monster that lived in my grandma's house. It stole children and like, ate their souls or something. Coraline beat her, but... that's not something you just forget about. I had dreams about it too.

Razputin Aquato: ... An actual monster? Whoa. So that was the creepy hand we saw.

Wybie Lovat: (Casually) "Yeah. It tried to kill us."

Dipper Pines: So we have curses, kid-eating monsters, heights, zombie-uh, creatures... And dark world.

Lili Zanotto: Overzealous gardeners...

(Dipper gives her a questioning look.)

Lili Zanotto: (Matter-of-factly) "I talk to plants.

(Dipper nods understandingly)

Dipper Pines: Overzealous gardeners and... things we don't actually remember dreaming about. Pretty varied but... you mean all of us have had some kind of paranormal experience before we even met?

Razputin Aquato: Wow. That's impressive, actually. I had to go to a summer camp just to meet anyone else who was psychic-outside of my family, anyway.

Lili Zanotto: And let's face it, this isn't 'oh look, a ghost! Spooookyyy!' type stuff either. Some of us could've died facing these things again.

Dipper Pines: I for one hope whatever's left for Norman and Kris, it's no big deal. I mean, not all of this stuff was deadly. Maybe it'll be the same for him.

Susie: ... I wish it would be sooner

Coraline Jones: Well, where else can we look? We've looked at all the tunnels and locations. What else is left?

(And Kris takes the rope and then pulls, and there opens the attic)

Norman Babcock: Uh oh... It's the attic.

Susie: Wow, we are fast.

(and they climb up to the attic)

[goobyblob]

part 1

Caroline. The name struck deep within Chell. She’d always though there was something human to GLaDOS, something uniquely inefficient and suboptimal about her cruelty, something emotional about her movements. Some touch of humanity deep within that core of wires and ports. Something she was sure GLaDOS would deny until her very last bit.

Who was Caroline? From what she’d heard, she was surely dead by now- if you could call whatever happened to her dying. Who was she when she was alive, simply a sweet secretary to a crazed egomaniac?

Did she think about women like Chell? Surely Aperture was a lonely, isolating job. Surely she found some relief on the side. Or maybe not, maybe that snide comment about being married to science rang true. Maybe Caroline considered herself a martyr, sacrificing her lifetime to corralling this beast of a company, of putting out the boss’ fires. Maybe Coraline had bottled up everything she felt, as so many women Chell knew did, into a tight knot in her gut she intended to never brave to the light of day. How Chell wanted to find that knot, to unravel it with her lips and her teeth. Maybe none of this would’ve ever happened if Caroline had someone like Chell.

Maybe. Maybe.

Chell wondered if that part of Caroline still exited in GLaDOS. Chell remembered what happened to Wheatley, how plugging into the sheer power and scale of the facility warped him, changed him. But the Wheatley on the other side, however murderous, cruel, and impatient—it was all already there, within him. The facility didn’t impose itself upon you, it just brought to you your logical extreme. Chell wondered whether she’d only managed to stay moral and true to herself because, at the end of the day, she was only a wimp with a portal gun.

Maybe calling GLaDOS a perversion of Coraline wasn’t fair. Maybe Coraline was a perversion of GLaDOS. Maybe GLaDOS is what Coraline could’ve been, would’ve been. Maybe that’s why she seems omnipotent, but isn’t. The cracks and flaws that ran through Caroline’s mind up until her final moments would only grow as everything else did, turning from slivers to ravines that Chell could tumble and tumble through and never hit the bottom.

Chell found those cracks, once. Twice, even. Found the holes she could slip through, found that squishy vulnerability in her core. Took it between her fingers, squeezed, until the closest thing to God that humanity had managed to create crumbled and shattered underneath her grip. She wished it was more physical, wish GLaDOS had soft flesh she could dig her fingers into, feel the fat pool between her fingers as she squeezed, see the streaks of red blemish follow her nails. GLaDOS would look good like that, she thought. Her mind was a confusing mess, a smear of the massive, cold, plastic GLaDOS she knew, and the soft, pliable, vulnerable GLaDOS she didn’t. She didn’t think those were contradictory, nor did she think GLaDOS had one, but not the other. In her mind, GLaDOS was a gorgeous collection of multitudes, whose details looked incomprehensible upon close inspection but formed a glorious view when seen from afar. Chell dreamed of this GLaDOS. She dreamed of reaching into that perplexing fusion, those fuzzy edges, running her fingers along the seam between steel and flesh, hearing a shuddering moan, half-woman half-machine.

When Chell opened her eyes, she felt tears stick to her eyelashes. She saw the red, unblinking, piercing stare of the camera, and felt the heat of her cunt against her fingertips.

“What? Getting shy now?”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. How could I not? You’re practically prancing about.”

Chell was, notably, laying very still with two blankets firmly tucked over herself. Telling what she was doing would require the close monitoring of specialized, sensitive instruments pointed directly at Chell’s sleeping body.

She should’ve known.

“Out of everything I’ve learned about you, being a pervert is the least surprising. I’ve combed over your test file thousands of times by now. I know what you’ve done.”

Chell almost puffed out her chest at that. Getting up to so much dyke behavior it gets officially recognized by Aperture Science isn’t a feat many could achieve.

“Masturbation is the most banal, utterly confounding human activity I’ve ever seen. It’s as much adrenaline as fighting off a viscous bear with none of the meat or hide as a reward. You just do it. For no reason.”

“I thought you were better than that, you know. I thought you were dedicated to science.”

“So stop it, please. You only have seven hours and fifty minutes left. You’ll be suboptimal tomorrow in the best of cases. Don’t make me drag you out of bed with your pants around your ankles when it’s time to test. Be a sensible adult.”

“You’re not stopping.”

Chell wasn’t, apparently. Somehow, Chell found her back arching and her fingers digging in, the attention to her tender clit itching something within her that had lay dormant for a long, long time. It was the type of itch that just grew as she scratched it, until it unfurled all throughout her body and she could only desperately attempt to satiate it.

“You know I’m still watching, you know. I’m not allowed to stop. So you better stop right now, because I don’t like this at all.”

Sure. Sure she didn’t. The power of god at her fingertips, and she couldn’t look away from this dark, bland room. It was poetic, almost.

Chell kicked her blanket off. It slumped off the bed, and she was bare. The skin felt so good on her skin she new she was flushed, and it was enough to drive another shiver out of her. She didn’t arch her back this time, though. She just kept looking right ahead, at that unassuming red dot. She thought about GLaDOS, on the other side. She thought about Caroline, peering through. Chell didn’t think either of them would be able to look away.

She thought about them watching her fuck herself like this, one hand buried hastily in her boxers. A sweaty, grimy, desperate fucking, the type of raw, primal human stuff GLaDOS knew the least about. Chell wanted to show her. Chell wanted to look into GLaDOS’ eye and see fear. Not at what Chell would do, but what GLaDOS would let Chell do. Chell wanted to reach down to Caroline’s wrist and feel the throbbing heartbeat in her veins. Wanted to feel the fear blooming through her like a poison. Wanted her to know that she’d never be the same after Chell’s touch, and watch her lean in anyway. Chell had tasted that before and it was fucking delicious. It was a high she’d never found elsewhere. Chell wanted to bring God to her knees and make her beg.

part 3

[n1nthrule]

He stares at me from across the living room. On the TV there's the news broadcast of the night before: a sickly grin carved out with green paint, eyes blazing apartment blocks.

Chinese demon. 

Dragon of avarice.

Before we got over the sides of the building, I saw him shaking. He’d never been so close to the edge. He looked so small, like roadkill. 

Tyler slapped him in the back of the head and told him, he’s not allowed to be a wimp. Fucking girl. All that training, going to nothing. And then he pushed him over the ledge. 

The rest of us just watched.

The first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.

There’s green paint sticking in all our fingernails. Blondie over there, the guy who was touched by Tyler himself, is picking his down to stumps. 

Last week, when we all gathered under the one light and Tyler started with his usual speech, Blondie came out of the circle of guys all with shaved heads and asked, what’s next?

What’s the plan?

What are we looking towards?

Tyler tagged him for a fight immediately.

The second rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.

I watched him go down from just three hits, his weak little roadkill face left all smashed up with blood. The guys around him gestured weakly, too scared to call an ambulance, too angry to call the cops. Some guy in the corner said he knew first aid, and covered Blondie’s whole head with bandages. His weak little angel face, all bruised over, with just a few small slits for his eyes and mouth. If you get close, you can hear his breathing, laced with dyspnea. 

The woman in the news report gestures at the burning apartment blocks, and says the council has already started searching for the culprits.

When we go to sleep, in our military surplus bunk beds tucked into the Paper Street basement, Blondie comes over to mine as softly as he can. He asks me, what’s next?

What are we looking towards?

Has Tyler said?

His big roadkill angel eyes look up at me through their bandaged slits.

To calm him down, to make him smile, I tell him what Tyler told me the day I joined.

“Picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course.

“You’ll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of the Rockefeller Centre, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle.

“We’ll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what’s left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.”

“And Tyler?” He asks. His voice trembles with the weight of it. “Where’s he?”

I tell him Tyler’s gone. Lost in the fight for better things. He dies assassinating the President or blowing up the grave of the Queen of England and we give him a big Viking funeral. We send his coffin out to sea and leave it to the piranhas.

Blondie sighs into my lap. His face is concentrated on the bunk above as if he’s counting the planks slowly.

“That’s a good dream.” he tells me. So I say I'm gonna make it real. All of it. For him. He stalks off back to his bunk with a faint smile hanging on his bloody lips.