#haaaa these are so neat

[jessysapphireblue]

One Piece Advent Calender Door 5

Today awaits you some time with the simp and cook, Sanji!

Door 5: Tinsel or rather socks

Coming back from the Town with bags in arms, you went straight to the kitchen, to see Sanji occupying the table. “Perhaps I should evade the Kitchen. I´m back, Sanji” “Goddess~~~ welcome back! What did you got there?” “Ingredients for cooking. You know, Christmas cookies and stuff” “CAN I HELP YOU WITH IT~~~~”, Sanji began to swoon around you, as you heard the soft >Mellorine< around you. “Oh why yes, when you are there when I bake, certainly”

“Ah, my beloved Goddess! You warm this poor mans heart up like no tomorrow!!!” A short laughter passed your lips. “Oh why thank you...say, where can I store these up so-” “Oh why, certainly! I already prepared” You followed him into the cooking area to a little cabinet, where your name was written on. “Your own special little baking cabinet~” “Oh, Sanji. How kind of you”, hugging the blond cook, he melted in your embrace. “Thank you”, pressing a fleeting kiss on his cheek, you began to store your stuff away as you heard a thumb. Turning around, Sanji lay flat on the tiles, no emotions-whatsoever.

“oops”, you smiled wryly before “Sanji what is with all this stuff on the table?” “Oh, I deciaded to make some decorations!”, he smiled at you, jumping up. “Did you also-” “Not really. But I remember my Mom made me a Christmas stocking. For Reiju also. So I wanted to make one for all of us” “Aww, that is so sweet! Do you need some help`?” “Yeah”, he smiled and the both of you sat down. “Oh, would you like some hot tea?” “Uh, yes please” “Coming, my beloved~~~”, Sanji swooned back to the kitchen. You looked at the half-sewn orange sock. “You can sew?” “Oh why yes! My Mom taught it to me...well a little. The rest did the old Geezer. Here you go, Madmoiselle~”, he presented you the tea. “Thank you kindly, Sanji.” Taking a sip you looked at the different fabrics. “You already have each name pinned on the colors?” “Yes. Oh. What would you like? I wasn´t sure on either a pretty blue, an innocent white or gold for the goddess you are~~” “Well, my color is a gentle sky blue” “But while doing your magic you look so graceful and elegant like a white rose~” “Now don´t make this harder for me”, you looked at him with a soft pout. He smiled softly at you. “I take the blue one. but we could use the white to make a border around the sock” “Oh! A nice idea!” “Right?”

And so you began to draw the socks and cut them neatly out while Sanji sewed them together. “I wish I could help you with it but I´m too bad at sewing” “Oh, Don´t worry~ You did plenty by drawing and cutting it for me” A little sigh escaped you before you played with your finger as Needle and thread came together, moving your finger in the air as the needle began to stitch, making you smile and soon, it was done. “My Goddess, what did you do?” “Tadaa~ I gave it the last touch on giving each border a name”, smiling you held one out with Luffy´s name on it. “So neat and pretty” “Thank you”

“Why did this rubber idiot get you?! What did he do to deserve such a golden girlfriend?! Such a sweetheart!”, he began to sob. “Aww, Sanji, heads up. There is a woman in the world for you. And for you all alone! You will meet her. You deserve happiness” Big puppy eyes looked at you. “And if you really like one, please, just be yourself. She will love every side of you” “YOU ARE A GODDESS!!”, he shouted. “How can someone be so sweet and kind and gentle, yet so powerful and haaaa~~”, he began to swoon. “sanji, the socks” “Oh, sorry sorry”, he smiled and went back to sewing.

Soon, you had 11 stockings, each in their own color and with their names. “Uh! They look nice” “Thank you again for helping me, Madmoiselle~”, Sanji took your hand and kissed it softly, making you smile softly. “Sanji, it was my pleasure”, walking to the door, you just stepped a foot outside. “Oh, Sanji?” “Yes?” “Come here for a sec” he directly came over. “What is it?” You pointed to the misteltoe.

A huge blush came over the cook, swallowing. “W-Whoa h-hey ok, ok! Sanji, cool. Be cool”, he breathed out and you gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. “Keep it ”, you whispered, leaving the wide eyed cook back in the kitchen before you heard a lout thumb, again.

He fainted.

[sol-draws-sometimes]

Disc World Book Club Thoughts- Monstrous Regiment

Pages 33-62

Hey @anna-neko, and uh anyone who's still following this... haaaa remember this....

Anyways, ha! Me when I lie!!!! Look, the end of the semester started kicking full gear and then holidays but I'M BACK(what I always say, but I swear I mean it this time!) Ugh, as I keep reiterating in this series, reading hard for me, not because of the act of reading in itself, but the motivation it requires for me to stay focused long enough on a book to actually finish it. In the past I was using the the audio book for quick 5-20 minutes stints, but I was mostly doing the combo of audio+book because I want to process everything. Anyway, I made the executive decision to treat this book like a podcast which means I am missing more little details BUT it has made getting through the book easier. That sounds like the book is a slug to get through, and that's not true, I'm really enjoying this book. It's just, getting my brain to actually start reading is a hassle and a half. I've gotten through an hour of book in a week though, so that's pretty exciting!

Anyway, onto scatter book thoughts as I was having them!

YOOOOO SOMEONE'S PREGOOO

Yah you spoiled that to but I finally got that point! Also, I forgotten WHO it was but was SHUFTI

Actually we have a small problem where I just can't remember half of the casts names so ESPECIALLY their last names, but me as of 1/8/2024 has written their full names down so hopefull I'll remember now. Also I read Blouse's fanwiki cause I forgot who he was and spoiled myself a little but nothing too serious I don't think. Oopsies! Anyways, I have their names written down so no more confusion!

EYOOO STRAPPI'S A COWARD AND THEY'RE GONNA FIGHT IN THE FRONT LINES

The way I was thinking "Polly's crossdressing!" like no, she's literally just being her normal gender!!!!! We love a girl crossdressing as a guy crossdressing as a girl.

In all seriousness, I really enjoyed that whole sequnce of her beating up guys crossdressing as a girl, and the Maldict joining her and the whole Jackrum taking the as prisoners and talking to them. Just a fun section of the book I really enjoyed. I love Polly and Maladict's friendship! It's so fun, and they got great chemistry

Also, interesting how the whole thing is that men go to war cause they're strong and stuff, but the first enemies Polly fights, she does as a girl. Idk just neat!

Also I've already mentioned this, but I'm obbssed with Polly as a character, she's so interesting because she's so judgy of the others. And she's the epitome of the "I can tell crowd."(looks at her being surprised that Tonker's a girl) Obviously, she's not doing it for transphobia reasons, but it's facinating to me how her stress of getting caught and stuff leads to her being overly critical of how the other girls are trying to pass. Like, Lofti got caught for saying "sugar" but Polly caught herself not cursing either, also I think she starts making the active effort to curse more after that. Just interesting how she adds on her act of being a guy with everyone else's mistakes.

American moment: Me learning bugger is vulgar?????

YOO THEY'RE REVALING THEMSELVES!!! I thought Maladict was included in that, but I guess not cause she was interrupted.

Also I think???? Jackrum is openinly showing he knows???(lets be real he knows they're girls). He refered to them as ladies but then used he/him for Polly, so I'm kinda confused on that front, but I'll just wait for a scene will clarify that for me

Also learning they’re reasons for joing are all pretty interesting!

Anyways this quote was cool (quote bellow)

It was for the other one, the little lesson that life sometimes rams home with a stick: you are not the only one watching the world, other people are also people, while you watch them they watch you, and they think about you while you think about them. The world isn't just about you.

OH DEATH MENTION!!!! This is a war book so he'll probably appear in this book. Obviously I don't want any of the characters to die, but I've heard GREAT things about Death, so I'm excited to meet him!(hopefully is a near-death moment and not a real death moment, but lets face it, someone's gonna have to die)

They're cutting to Vimes and stuff, and they're defineitly some "wink wink" "nudge nudge" moements that I'm missing, not to say that I'm not understanding anything, but I can just tell I'm in the know, you know. That being said, the sections with Vimes are pretty intresting and Angua seems pretty cool.

Also idk why but "bitch" caught me off gaurd??? Apparently they've been cursing and shit thorughout the book but bitch is the first curse word that actually means something to me. I'm sure they've said some other curse words that I recognize but I stopped reading the books for a couple a months. Also I have the mouth of a sailor, so it's not like a care, I guess I'm just confused that it surprised me. Also, Polly herself said she doesn't curse much so that probably means that the curse was light in the book since it's in her POV(also, curse words like "damn, bastard, etc. mean nothing to me")

Also I don't know how elaborate on this besides, "Wow, this is totally not a commentary on how British people view Christianity and the royal family!"

[insert pic]

Yah yah, jokes aside, I grew up agnostic and in the US, so not much to say beside monarchy bad(hot take am I right) Tho, tbh even the obvious connection is the royal family, man sometimes to does seems like certain groups worship politicians on a religious level. Also, there is smoothing to be said about a lot of manipulation tactics of authoritarian governments is the whole 'make them have problems' and then say, "I am the solutions to all your problems." And so with all the abominations being things that are so bad that it leads to the citizens not being able to eat well, it makes it easier to get the population to manipulate say that "X" is the bad guy.

Interesting seeing Polly have disphoria. I don't know if that's the terminology they would've used when the book came out, but Polly being like "damn, do I really that convincing as a boy" and feeling akward that everyone was 100% sure she was a guy. Like that is the goal, cause she's trying to be undercover, but also it's weird knowing people percive you the wrong gender, you know.

Also side note but I recently watched Blue Eyed Samurai, so spoilers for the first ep, but Mizu is also an undercover girl, and it's like damn, it like, in alot of these stories, these women are able to pass as guys cause they're natrual frame helps them alot in that regard. Like I have pretty boxy frame, so maybe when I was younger I could've passed as a guy if I tried, but me now, that would be way harder cause of my chest. And idk like, man it'd be cool if I could try to pass as another gender pretty easily you know?? I'd just have to work on my voice cause it's super high. Tho, I have been gendered as a guy cause of my hair + buttondown combo, so who knows, maybe I could. Anyway, back to the story

Not me reading a really dark scene of Polly and Maladict finding bruttally murdered bodies and laughing at the, "they would not grow older" line. SOLL GET IT TOGETHER!!! Anyway, despite what that sentence may imply, that whole scene was like, wow that's dark. Like the scene in Mulan right after girl worth fighting for.

Watching Polly gasp for air was like AAAAAAAH

Also Maladict having to contain herself cause of the blood, just an intresting scene!

I'm surprised Polly was saying " I thought we were the good guys" cause she seemed to have pretty good media literacy(for being a Boragravian) like, she was mention how the newspapers would proabbly not be trustworthy(cause she only knows her current governement), and she knew that the whole "Boragravia is winning" stance that everyone was saying is wrong. Also way back earlier in the book she talks about there always being a war, but I guess she wasn't being satrical??? (here's the quote)

There was always a war. Usually they were border disputes, the national equivalent of complaining that the neighbor was letting their hedge grow too long. Sometimes they were bigger. Borogravia was a peace-loving country in the midst of treacherous, devious, warlike enemies. They had to be treacherous, devious, and warlike, otherwise we wouldn't be fighting them, eh? There was always a war.

Guess Polly wasn't immune to propaganda (insert Garfield pic). I guess it makes sense tho, cause it's hard to process that your homecountry does horrible shit.

Also intresting how Jackrum dismissed it, like, I guess I thought he'd be more in the know that the government aint the best. Idk, he's pretty intresting, cause Idk his full stance on things. He telling Blouse that the news is coming from the enemy, but like, it's hard to deny that Boragravia's doing well. Guess that now that he's fully encharge we get to see him more than him just him being a nice relif from Strappi. Anyway, WOW Jackrum is a nuanced charcter???!!! Sarcasm aside, I think I need to read a bit more get my full thoughts on him.

Also something something, they're getting deprogrammed(for example, shufti and wazzer realizing they're losing) through experiencing war.

Anyway TONESHIFT Polly trying not to kill Blouse while shaving him is hilarious

K where I left off!!! Strappi(or so Polly thinks, and I'm inclined to believe her) has stolen a bunch of shit from the girls, so shit's about to go down. Poor Maladict doesn't have her cofee, and POLLY'S HAIR IS MISSING.AAAAAAH! Tbh, I thought her letter from Paul would be missing, so at least she still has that.

It's like 2:00 rn, so I'm pretty tired but I'm pretty hooked on the book rn, and maybe this semester I'll read more! Well, Feburary's gonna be busy cause I'll be auditioning to schools, but I'll try to make space to read. Also apperantly the hoopla has sections they've marked as chapters???? Tbh, it's proably whenever the audiobook plays the little military music. Anyways, I think another issue with the discworld books is that Terry Prachett doesn't do chapters, so I don't have that dopamine hit of "chapter completed!" But yah, maybe I'll try to keep track of the "chapters," to see if that motivates me more. Anyway, uh, I'll proabbly quee this for like 3:00 cause it's 8:00 in England and the book series is more popular over there. Okay, think that's it I'll talk next week.

Ps: idk how I indedent in the bullets, did it by accident on laptop and then copypasted it, I don’t know how I did that

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[no-gorms]

I was revisiting your Werewolf Steve tag and pardon the pun but *woof* 🥵

Love a bitey Steve. Even a non wolf Steve should always wanna chomp Tony a bit 🤏. And maybe it’s harder for a non Werewolf Steve to ask if he can because he’s so scared of hurting Tony and like, it’s not the most polite thing to do, especially when Tony has so much on camera time and the makeup people already complain it takes forever to cover up his battle bruises…

Tho CapWolf would be scared to hurt him even more maybe? Tho he’d question if it was “weird” to want to waayyyy less

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Haaaa hello! Man, that was a while back. 🤣

Anyway regular Steve doesn't even know why this does it for him, like is it because Tony has these neat little curves all over his body that call for Steve to touch and nibble and mark up, and his hitherto unknown base urges cannot be ignored? He'd be apologetic every single time it happens, though the embarrassment fades when Tony makes it clear about how he's into it, too.

Werewolf Steve, though! For him it's more than just a craving, it's a NEED, an instinct that is intertwined with his feelings for Tony, though it's hampered by Tony not being a werewolf himself and won't get the same satisfaction out of it. But Tony knowingly indulging Steve this need, and waving away the concerns about make-up and insisting that he trusts Steve not to overdo it? Amazing, wonderful, Tony is so generous and Steve is so greedy.

[stopthatnel]

chesire cats ➪ ghosts

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ

s: two brave men move into the infamous haunted house that no one seems to want to get near. it’s only brave since no one knows they’re sorcerers. wc: 1.5k

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

an: ahhhhh okay so to the three of you that commented on my first post, i’m gonna give the reader what they want, but also still make it a series. i’m super excited for this haaaa

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ.

since the encounter, you’ve kept your distance. your mouth was impossibly sour after the interaction, you had put on your best doe eyes and droopy lip, all too carry on the label you’d assume the two men put in you. and for whatever willed it, you were right. yuuji had a look on his face that resembled pity, megumi’s ever dubious stare not faltering for a second. you’ve taken the time kept away by taking the time to learn more about what exactly you were. a ghost, granted, but what could you do? how come everyone else that died in this house isn’t here? if it was only here, you must’ve been put here for a reason. this definitely wasn’t a little getaway from god, it’s not insane to think that you had something you still had to accomplish.

however those thoughts were beyond you, you grew more intrigued with what powers you now had. up until now, nobody has ever seen your physical body. believe me, you’ve tried numerous amounts of time with all the families that have been here before; you blame shallow curiosity. but some people have claimed to feel you, your presence. they describe it as cold and lingering, and you wondered if it was because they couldn’t see you. your body wasn’t always translucent and sometimes you could solidify parts of or all of your body, allowing you to walk around and touch other things. curiosity compels you again, you find yourself roaming the hallways of the home. if they could see you, would they be able to feel you?

the question wasn’t as bizarre as you’d think, given their impression of you, you were just lost and trying to figure out what else you could do. the boys both similarly thought of an exorcism every now and then, but you heard yuuji say “it’s not like she’s actively trying to kill us or anything. we could learn something from her!” you find yourself standing between two doors, bedrooms of each of the men. you weighed your options.

yuuji seemed much more accepting of you than megumi. if you chose to go into his room and asked him to let you touch him, you don’t think he’d be too against the idea. but if you went into megumi’s… what if you went into megumi’s room? what exactly would happen? would he be against the matter, muttering about how annoyingly disruptive you are? would he push you away-

could they touch you if you were fully materialized?

your eyes widened at the thought, how come you’ve never experimented? of course you knew you could touch other things but even with the most recent family, how come they’ve never actually touched you? you remember watching the mother sleep, her hand reached up to turn on the light and of course you took a breath as her hand went through you, but why didn’t you let it happen? if she couldn’t see you, would she still have been able to touch you? the thoughts that rattled in your head brought you down to one thing.

you were looking for a fight, not a real one, and you couldn’t have possibly gotten that from yuuji. you turned to your left and walked through the door, throwing away whatever privacy the man who laid in bed had. megumi’s room was characterically neat, a few clothes definitely missed the laundry basket in the corner of his room, but otherwise generally clean. a breeze wafted through his open window, blinds only halfway shut, the beautiful moonlight spreading gently over his figure. he laid on his side facing the window, a white duvet tangled at his feet. his arms held onto the pillow nestled between his shoulder and neck, his mouth open slightly. so he’s only in a good mood if he’s sleeping, you think, dryly smiling. you approached him slowly, pausing when you see him shift his arm down underneath his chin. you crouch down to face him, and investigate his features. he was quite the looker, you had to admit, too bad his personality wasn’t made to match.

you take a deep breath, balancing the feeling of your now weighted body on your heels, reaching a pale hand above his face. if you wanted him to touch you, you couldn’t just ask, he’d simply tell you to fuck off. you eye the seemingly soft skin of his exposed neck. if you grabbed his neck, surely he’d think you were attacking him. and that definitely wasn’t the full plan, you were more or less looking to trigger his fight or flight. either he’d push you away (and you’d allow it), or he’d fall back.

but neither of that happened. his hand is gripping your wrist tightly, eyes wide and glaring bullets. a shocked yelp escapes your lips as you stumble back, attempting at tugging your wrist away from grasp.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing, you pesk.” he seethes. you dematerialized your arm immediately, a swirl of emotions and revelations clouding your head. you felt it, you felt his warm skin, skin that was alive, clamped tightly around your wrist. your heart thumped loudly, threatening to fall at your lap. you look at him with crazed eyes, “you can touch me too!” you’re exclaiming. megumi sits up, still towering over your frame that was sitting underneath him. his eyes watched you cautiously, and hell was he confused. what the absolute fuck were you doing in his room, standing over him, and staring at his throat like a feather? megumi had sensed something in the room, but its energy was too blurry for him to figure out its intentions. all for it to be you, the pesky brat that keeps moving his coffee mugs into the fucking basement.

“i said, what the fuck are you doing?” megumi repeats. if your eyes widened anymore, they’d pop out of your head. your body seemed more… present, megumi noted. “not only can you see me, but you can touch me! isn’t that insane? no one’s ever done that, but maybe i never let them.” you rambled, grabbing at the wrist that was previously trapped in the raven haired boy's hold. “have you always seen the dead? is this a known thing for you? i can’t believe it!” you grin deliriously, leaning into his space once more. “that doesn’t answer my question, (y/n). why were standing above me like you were going to rip my throat out?” he deadpans.

he couldn’t understand you, you were like a mad scientist discovering a new concept. he’s seen all of the humanly outlandish things, but your almost childish approach towards it was intriguing to say the least. you were dead, and you knew it. but you’re not leaving the mortal world, what did this realm offer you? a devious smirk played on your lips, “maybe i was.” megumi’s body tensed up, remaining tense even when your comment was followed by a joking laugh. he remained stoic at your ill attempt at humor, and you’re now sitting cross legged, hands clasped together.

“i’m dead. there's not a whole lot for me to do, so i thought why not figure out what i can do.” you begin to explain. “there have been many families before the two of you, and not one of them could see me. some of them would say they could feel me, like sense me. i just wanted to know if i could feel. that’s pretty sad when i say it out loud, huh?” you laugh. megumi cocked his brow, did you genuinely not know?

were you more than just a wandering spirit? had you been waiting for the right moment? had you figured out why they were actually here? he stares down at you with narrowed eyes, the look of what he could describe as… joy? he touched you, so what? was that your only intention, did you come in here because of sole curiosity? given the history of the house, it wasn’t far fetched to believe you were one of the victims that fell to the rampant murder. the killer had never been caught, leaving behind an unexplainable scene for the police to find. no murders have happened in relation since then, leaving all of the of the lead detectives on the case stumped. it wasn’t until gojo mentioned specific details of the case did the elders believe it had to do with something paranormal. one thing led to another, and things came to light. who better to guard a house that held two of the twenty cursed fingers than megumi fushiguro and ryomen sukuna’s vessel themselves?

[chrisbangs]

what kind of inspiration do you get when you make your gfxs?

hello hello!! what a neat question... 🤔 i guess it really depends!! (i hope i'm interpreting your question correctly heh)

hm... so i guess for smth like the 5star album gfx (my pinned) i was just simply inspired because of the skzes and the 5star album ... smthing like that is just kinda my style ?? i guess?? it felt very easy and kinda came to me naturally (kinda)??

for other things i'm like not necessarily a very creative person but i take inspiration from those around me a lot !! i'm in school for design so i'm often inspired by real world designers that i look up to as well as my peers and even like artists and graphic designers on places like behance !! i even have a tag on this blog where i rb gfx or gifs that i find super inspiring and make me feel like woah!! i wanna try smth like that 🤔

i think even in day to day life you can find lil examples of design that make you kinda go !! cool !! and you end up feeling inspired by it?? im not the most creative person in comparison to the people i go to school with so im often really not very sure how to go about coming up with ideas so inspiration is smth that i think is very important to me 🫡 feeling inspired to make smth like a gfx which doesn't really come naturally to me anymore is kinda weird to me... so i don't really know what necessarily inspires me but definitely if the art im making the gfx for (for example a song or album!!!) is good then i'll be super motivated and the ideas will kinda come to me easily.. 🤔 but there's genuinely nothing wrong with looking to others for inspo as well!!! 🥺 a lot of what we do in school is learn abt other designers and what they do and let their work inspire us and guide us !! so yeah 🥹 it's a lil of everything i guess... idk if i really answered your question but.. i hope i did ajnwksksks i hope i interpreted it correctly lol i feel like this is such a wishy washy answer haaaa 😭😭

[shsldepressedlesbian]

Komahina for 30!!

30: "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

allow me to formerly apologize for how long this is, anon. what meant to be a drabble turned into a one-shot... solely because i had too much fun with it lmao

domestic komahina where komaeda bothers hinata while he's trying to work until he caves in and fucks him... those are always good, i like to think lol

ao3

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"You'll definitely overwork yourself one of these days, you know."

Hinata blinks up from his paperwork just in time to take the mug his boyfriend held out to him, having not even heard him coming into the bedroom.

"It's not my fault there's so much to do, you know," he says after a quick "thank you", taking a sip of the freshly brewed drink, which turns out to be coffee. "I'm just doing Naegi a favor by taking over some extra documents. Which, I'm almost done, by the way."

He doesn't have to look at Komaeda to tell his expression. Just hearing the familiar, breathy sigh is enough.

"Well, either way, shouldn't you move your work desk somewhere else?"

"Ah, am I bothering you? I can go work in the living room if you want."

"No, that's… I just think it's a little shabby compared to the rest of the room, is all."

This is almost enough to get Hinata to chuckle. Well, maybe it didn't work with the aesthetic of their bedroom, especially when it's covered in papers, but Hinata liked having it in the bedroom. It wasn't like it was uncommon to have desks in your rooms. Plus, after a hard day of extra work, he could pass out in the bed right away.

But he can tell that's not truely what's bothering Komaeda, anyways.

"Look at it this way," he voices, shuffling some of the completed papers into a neat pile. "It's Friday, and so long as I get this all done, we can have the whole weekend to ourselves."

That was for sure a guarantee. Afterall, with both of their busy schedules causing them to barely have time for each other, the weekends were like their checkpoints. To be able to act and love each other like a normal couple: to relish in each other's company, even if it was something as simple and quiet as reading in the same room together.

Even if they were far from perfect, ever so little, step by step, as the world was rebuilt, so was their relationship.

"Sure, if you aren't still exhausted by then."

Empathize on "far from perfect".

Hinata turns to look at Komaeda again, giving him an expression that he hoped didn't look angry or annoyed, but rather just miffed or stern.

"It's only eleven, you know. I'll have this done by midnight, and I can still get all eight hours of sleep in. I promise."

(The only hard part would be falling asleep, of course. But as long as he had Komaeda sleeping beside him, it'd be a lot easier.)

Komaeda opened his mouth as though wanting to say something, before closing it again and merely giving a small shake of his head.

"Of course, Hinata-kun. I trust you, afterall."

It's a genuine, if not tired, expression, and even if it's small, Hinata is thankful. Hearing those words from Komaeda felt far more different than hearing it from anyone else.

He gives Komaeda a genuine small, if not apologetic, smile, before turning back to his work.

He hears Komaeda step further into the room, and he expects him to just rest in bed(afterall, it is late)while Hinata worked diligently, and he reaches for his cup.

Only to almost spill it when he feels a sudden pair of arms wrap around him from the back, eyes peering over him at his desk.

"What are you working on, anyhow?" In this close proximity, Hinata can hear just how breathy Komaeda's voice is, and it sends goosebumps down his skin(and maybe heat somewhere else). He also distinctly smells the scent of floral shampoo; it was clear he had taken a shower only around an hour ago.

Komaeda had never been one for spontaneous acts of physical affection, unless it was something he and Hinata had discussed beforehand. Of course, he could be clingy at times, but with this act, it was clear he wanted something.

But, Hinata wouldn't succumb that easily, taking a sip of his coffee and getting back to the paperwork as though this was completely ordinary for them.

"It's nothing that fascinating, really. Just some files of survivors that slipped past the foundation's priority."

"Oh?"

"Ah, yeah. I just got to… uh, well…."

It's clear to Hinata that Komaeda isn't even listening. In fact, he seems far more focused on massaging Hinata's chest through his button up shirt, clingy fingers working upwards and then tracing down what parts of the man's stomach he could reach from this position, all in a circular motion, purposefully skipping over his sensitive spots.

And yet, even then, it's almost unbearable, and it's starting to get difficult for Hinata to think properly as he attempts to go over the papers. Especially as he starts to feel a familiar strain in his crotch.

"Komaeda," he speaks, perhaps a little too harshly, and he finds himself almost regretting it when Komaeda's hands halt. "I really got to get this paperwork done, y'know."

There's a short pause, before Komaeda responds with a simple, "Ah."

Another pause, but ever so slowly, his hands begin moving again, this time tracing the buttons of Hinata's shirts softly with his fingertips, as though waiting for a quiet nod of consent.

When Hinata doesn't stop him(he probably should, but his arousement is getting hard to deny), he becomes a little more forceful.

"Ah, of course," he adopts the tone that Hinata could recognize anywhere, resting his head on his shoulder, and the warm breaths that hit Hinata's nape makes him shiver.

"Of course, I wouldn't possibly want to interrupt Hinata-kun's hard work." He toys with the buttons that rest right on Hinata's chest. "Working so hard. So diligently. Don't you think you deserve a break?"

With a small pop, he undoes the button he was fiddling with, as well as Hinata's patience.

He bolts up, perhaps too fast as he hears Komaeda make a faint squeak of surprise. But that isn't what he focuses on as he turns towards the other.

"Komaeda," he hisses, sounding more stern than he meant to be, and instantly regretting it when the man instantly backs down.

"Aha, sorry, Hinata-kun. I shouldn't have, I know, of course, I'm such-"

"Komaeda," Hinata says in order to interrupt his spiral, sounding more gentler than before. And when Komaeda stops for a second, looking confused, he takes the chance to put their lips together.

It takes only a second of fumbling before they find their footing, and sure enough, Hinata only has to nip at Komaeda's lips and press their bodies together to get eager access to his mouth, a low moan spawning from his throat.

The way they fit into each other’s curves, hands moving in all the right places, refusing to leave each other, the lewd noises and growls that neither would believe the other knew to make had they just known each other vaguely… it’s addicting, and Hinata quickly finds just how much he’s missed this.

Considering both of their sex drives, it defintely wasn’t an uncommon occurrence between them. They maintained a healthy limit- but they certainly did it far more than most people. One of the few exceptions was this week. They had been far more busy than usual, and so barely had the chance to get together properly.

Of course, it only seems to make sense how all that repressed sexual tension would unload the moment they finally got time to themselves. So, Hinata can’t possibly get mad.

When they finally separate for breath, already looking like drooling messes, he isn’t given a chance to clear his head when Komaeda instead attacks his neck, applying open mouth kisses and slinking his hands underneath his shirt, taking his time to further undo the buttons.

“Fuck, Komaeda…” Hinata fails to stifle a moan, backing into the corner of the desk for support while keeping another hand entwined in the other’s soft locks.

At this point, he’s going to end up being dominated, and so he makes the hasty decision in order to regain control.

“Wait, wait, Komaeda,” he urges, tightening his grip on his hair. Sure enough, Komaeda stops to make eye contact with him, a look of attentiveness, yet also an obvious urge to continue, which is also something Hinata finds weirdly humorous.

"You're getting way too excited too fast," he calls out, his voice breathy, yet his smile proves how he wasn't actually annoyed.

"Ha, well, you can't really blame me," Komaeda retorts with a small chuckle, massaging Hinata's hips in a way that makes him groan.

Looking to at least get back at him for that, Hinata forcefully grinds their hips together, which earns him a surprised cry from his partner that helps him earn back some confidence.

"Desperate," he muses with a smirk, as though it's an insult, and he raises his knee enough to push it in between Komaeda's legs, against his crotch and plenty visible erection, which spawns another appealing whine from his boyfriend. "What do we do about this?"

"Haaaa, Hinata-kun," Komaeda's voice is already shaky and his face already a disaster of arousement, and as though he knows this, he buries his face into the shoulder of Hinata whilst also grinding against the knee he held in place. "Please, I-"

"You're already going to start begging?" Hinata's voice comes off more condescending than he intended it to, but he doesn't think Komaeda will mind at all this time. "I still have a busy night, you know. Maybe it'd be better to just tie you up and leave you to play with yourself, until I finish everything."

He comes up with the scenario at the top of his mind, and while he wasn't sure how good it would sound at first, imagining it manages to make him even more aroused.

"NO!" That idea is quickly scrapped by Komaeda's own bark, as though Hinata actually fully planned on doing it. "No, i-it has to be you Hinata-kun. It has to be you that, that fucks me." Him stumbling on his words seems to be less out of embarrassment, but rather, desperation. And god, does it turn Hinata on.

"Fuck, alright, alright, Komaeda." Truthfully, he's already quite desperate as well. There's no way he could even think of leaving Komaeda with them both like this. He wouldn't even be able to focus on his work, anyways.

He pushes Komaeda away softly while still holding his sweatershirt sleeve, to make sure he didn't think he was rejecting him. A good thing to do, as Komaeda had seemed ready to walk over to the bed.

He gave a blink at Hinata's hold. "Ah, Hinata-kun?"

"I'm going to fuck you over the desk," Hinata states far too simply. "So bend over for me, Komaeda."

This seems to work wonders for Komaeda's own arousement, as Hinata watches as his eyes widen with a familiar, excited look before he's even seemed to analyze what he said, before giving a submissive nod and happily listening.

The two trade spots near the desk(though not before Hinata makes sure to push the papers into a messy pile at the other corner of it), and Komaeda balances himself by pushing his upper body on the desk, making sure to display his lower half properly.

Hinata, in thanks, makes sure to marvel over it properly: firmly gripping at Komaeda's ass, which gets him another gasp from the man. Ah, yes. He's definitely missed this.

While as much as he'd like to fondle Komaeda's thighs, ass, and hips all night, he's sure they're both already close to their breaking point, especially judging by his boyfriend's own small whines.

"Take off your pants, Komaeda," Hinata orders, turning away to go to the bedside and fetch some lube. He can hear a dissatisfied noise from Komaeda when he takes his eyes off him, but as long as they're in the same room, Hinata doesn't have to explain himself.

(He would have made a joke about how this was evidence it was a good idea to have the desk in the bedroom, but he decided against it for risk of ruining the mood.)

When he turns back after grabbing the half-empty bottle, he's greeted with the sight of Komaeda's own bare ass, him not even having bothered to step out of the leggings and underwear that now pooled at his feet.

He still didn't make eye contact with him: Komaeda still had his head facing into the desk, but the way his body trembles as his hips are grazed with a single finger is all Hinata needs to know to tell what his face looks like.

"I didn't tell you to take off your underwear," Hinata accuses, though sounding far from angry. Komaeda's breath seems to halt for a moment, before starting to rambling:

"Apologies, I just assumed-"

"No, I get it, Komaeda." Hinata interrupted, and once again he grips the other's ass(perhaps even more aggressively, judging by Komaeda's inhale), contemplating just spreading it apart and preparing Komaeda already.

"You just can't handle yourself, right? So desperate, so horny, you just needed to get them off." He grins when Komaeda just makes a few shaky noises, leaning forwards on his back in order to mutter in his ear; "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

"Hinata-kun," Komaeda seems to object, his voice almost trembling as though Hinata had already put it in. "Your being cruel, teasing… please."

Komaeda plays his own trick, pushing back into Hinata's clothed erection, causing him to hiss at the unexpected friction.

"Fine, fine," he huffs, but he can't say he doesn't sympathize with Komaeda. Afterall, he definitely wants to get into him real soon as well.

Finally applying a good amount of lube to his fingertips and placing the bottle on the desk chair, Hinata brought a finger to Komaeda's entrance only to tease and circle the rim for a second or so, but objections from the man made him finally push it in.

Even just the way Komaeda starts making consistent mewls and the constricting heat that wraps around his finger is enough to get Hinata even more eager, the eroticiness giving him the want to continue faster.

And luckily, it doesn't take long to prepare Komaeda at all, as the second finger slips in with relative ease, and Hinata, already on his own limit, decides that he's ready enough, as much as he'd like to tease Komaeda a little more.

His partner gives another small whine when Hinata pulls his fingers out, but he doesn't respond, too set on unbuckling his pants.

There's a feeling of relief when he finally allows his cock into the air, before reaching for the lube again to apply it. He's in the middle of stroking a fair amount on(his arousal winning over the initial chills of first adding it), when Komaeda once again makes a noise of dissatisfaction, pushing his hips out as though Hinata had already forgotten about him.

"Come on," he complains, this time turning his head to look over his shoulder ever so slightly. "I need you to…. to just hurry up already."

Ah. It's at that time Hinata figures, maybe, he could bare to tease Komaeda a little longer.

"What do you want me to do?"

"...Ah?" An almost genuine sound of confusion, followed with an almost instant noise of supposed realization. "I, I want you to-"

"No, Komaeda. I want you to show me where you want me to fuck you. Otherwise, I'll have no idea."

There's a moment of silent hesitation, or Komaeda merely trying to think of what Hinata meant, before it seems to dawn on him anyhow.

Ever so carefully, as though putting on a show, Komaeda, keeping his head pressed against the desk but turning it to look at Hinata, brought his hands to cup his ass, spreading it open to give his partner a view of his entrance, slick with lube and almost twitching, as though begging as well.

"Here," Komaeda gives a shaky smile. "I want you to fuck me here. Fill me up, Hinata-kun, use me until you're satisfied, just please hurr- HA!"

Hinata wastes no more time in slamming into Komaeda, and at first it's painful with the tightness(he worries if he hurt Komaeda, too), but the warm, pleasurable heat wastes no time in fixing that.

The noise that Komaeda lets out is almost a scream, or the beginning of one, as he tilts his head up with an open mouthed expression, clearly taken offguard.

"Fuck, Komaeda…" The name rings on his tongue so naturally he can't help but keep on cursing it.

The tightness of Komaeda's insides that seem to constrict around him everytime he tries to move, the satisfying heat, and the wet noises that spawns… it causes Hinata's head to already start going dizzy, wondering how he could have gone without this for almost an entire week.

But he doesn't get to ponder any longer, when Komaeda forcefully thrusts his hips back at him, clearly desperate to continue.

Hinata makes a small noise of acknowledgement, before holding onto Komaeda's hips. For a moment, however, he finds his hands tracing along everything else he can reach, appreciating Komaeda's ass, thighs, and reaching for his untouched cock, speckled with precum, only to be halted by another push backwards from him and a low whine.

Hinata finally gets a better, full grip on Komaeda's waist, before testing the waters by slowly grinding into him. The soft sounds from his partner spurs him on, and he lets out his own low sounds as he angles himself in an attempt to get deeper.

He knows he's hit a good spot when Komaeda lets out a small cry. "There…!"

Hinata grins at this, brushing the spot again, but never actually thrusting into Komaeda's prostate, which gets him another keel.

"You're… you're doing it again!" Komaeda breathes, once again attempting to turn his head over to Hinata, his face cast in a complete fluster.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hinata lies, giving his best aloof impression, only to regret it when Komaeda once again pushes back with a new kind of intent, which gets him to let out his own embarrassing groan.

"Hurry up, Hinata-kun," he objects, already starting his own pace as he continues to thrust back bit by bit. "I… I need this. Come, come on, come on,come-"

He's cut off by his own primal yet breathy shout, when Hinata finally obeys and slams right into his prostate, nails digging into Komaeda's skin, and him digging into the surface of the desk.

"Yes," a hazed, pleased chant, "yes, yes, that feels good, Haj-"

But Hinata doesn't give him a chance to say anything, losing himself in favor of forcefully pounding into Komaeda.

The sounds of their skin smacking ruthlessly and Komaeda's lewd noises filling the room is erotic enough to get Hinata to loose almost all of his common sense, leaning forward to kiss the nape of his partner's neck.

"Komaeda," he sighs, slowing his pace, but only slightly. "Nagito, you feel amazing, it's so good inside you-"

Despite his trembling, Komaeda still meets Hinata's thrusts with each buck of hips, and yet even staying more forceful- as though doing his best to get Hinata to hurry, to go even deeper.

The whole situation is hot, both figuratively and literally, and as embarrassing as it could be to admit, Hinata was already getting close to his climax.

Losing much of his usual care, Hinata slows down only to angle himself correctly, and begins chasing his high by thrusting into Komaeda at a brutal pace.

His partner's own strangled noises that sound more akin to sobs than just moans and groans doesn't faze him, rather spurring him on.

It doesn't take long for Komaeda to beat him to his orgasm, as he lets out a shrill noise that has the same intensity as a scream, and the feelings of his walls clenching onto him is all Hinata needs to finally reach his own, giving a final desperate thrust or two before burying himself as deep as he can reach into Komaeda, and instinctively biting into his shoulder.

Their hips seemed to tremble together, until Hinata finished emptying himself. There's a moment of silence, the room being filled with merely their own harsh breathing, attempting to recollect themselves.

Komaeda's whole body is shaking so much that Hinata fears that if he pulled out and let go of his hips, he'd fall right onto the floor, and so he keeps his grip firm.

But the feeling gets uncomfortable soon, and he pulls out, ignoring Komaeda's own noises of discomfort. The sight of his stretched, wet hole is enough to arouse Hinata again, so he turns his attention on the other's back, loosening but still keeping a grip on his waist.

"We," he huffs, still out of breath, "...should take a bath."

He's surprised when this causes Komaeda to suddenly raise his head, breathing an almost inaudible, shaky, "no".

He also doesn't expect his partner to turn himself around by slightly straightening his back and grabbing onto Hinata's shirt, taking a step only to almost immediately crumble.

Hinata quickly catches Komaeda in his arms, a look of sudden concern filling his face. The man takes advantage of the support, swinging his arms around the other's neck to make proper eye contact with him.

Komaeda looks like a mess, tears staining the corner of his eyes and drool running down his lips, all while his face is almost entirely red. His eyes are also hazy, as though he's not entirely connected with reality.

"Hajime," Komaeda attempts a grin, especially when the use of Hinata's given name causes his boyfriend's face to get red, "let's go… another round."

Hinata opens his mouth to say something, but looking down at his clearly needy partner, he can't find it in himself to object.

So much for his plan to get eight hours of sleep.

[katierosefun]

going to ignore vormir au for my own sanity (i know its going to be amazing even at the cost of my soul but </3) soooo,, don’t know if they faked it (guess everything is complicated) sounds pretty neat 👀

haaaa lou that’s funny,,,,,,cost of your own soul,,,,,soul stone,,,,,,,,,,,,,lose that which  you love,,,,,,hahahaaaaa i caught that--

but anyways, yes! don’t know if they faked it (guess everything is complicated) is based off these angstpril prompts, most specifically one of them having to do with amnesia. anyways, ahsoka has partial amnesia, and obi-wan and anakin have to pretend that They Are Okay, even though....the deception arc just happened. so....pain. 

Anakin wasn’t looking at him—he rubbed his eyes, one arm wrapped around himself too tightly.

“I’ll look after her for a little while,” Obi-Wan said softly. “If she wakes—when she wakes—I’ll—”

“Stop,” Anakin said, dropping his hand. “Okay? I don’t need your help with this.”

“It’s not so much as helping as only making sure that you—”

“I told you,” Anakin said, some of that fire returning in his voice, “you don’t get to ask that. You don’t…” He looked down at Ahsoka, his face closing, and that would have hurt enough if Anakin hadn’t said then, “You don’t belong here.”

Obi-Wan’s chest tightened. “You don’t—”

[blastedking]

The sheer number of amazing outfits you put Zargothrax in brings me so much joy. I love each and every one.

Haaaa thank you!! 😁

Especially the WoC-Covers were a blast for that - I had a lot of fun with those, given the colours I wanted to use and the self-put-upon restriction of not drawing the same outfit twice! (The Uniform doesn’t count - I’m liberal with his clothing changes, but he’s not gonna change in the middle of being captured and held in a dank cave with no wardrobe anywhere xD)

I really like the colour changes in those too, as it does start very bright, going from white to yellow - over red and blue where things get darker to the point of being black - after that everything is grey for a while till it slowly grows into that evil wizard dark crimson/burgundy. I enjoyed that.

He’s for a while now bound to his uniform (something something Kilchoan) - but there are some neat outfits of his coming up in the queue eventually again which look really lovely. <3

Again, thank you so much!

[deagle]

What is all this obsession with "Tanz der Vampire" all about? Why do you like it?

:DDDD thank you for the ask, IT SPARKS JOY!

Hmmmm whyyyyy...

It‘s so... ✨haaaa✨

There‘s DANCE and there‘s SINGING and there‘s FUNKY COSTUMES (which might be because it‘s a musical but i‘ll have to run some scientific tests to prove that part)

There‘s SARAH who wants to be WILD 'N FREEEE

There‘s ALFRED who DON‘T GET ME STARTED OR I‘LL LITERALLY NEVER STOP TALKING ABOUT HIM-

There‘s the PROF who‘s got NEAT SCENES!!

Herbert who needs a fuck and a hug and a puppy, in that order

Also Drew Sarich

AND THE PIANO RIFFS

yk i‘m not sure if i have to elaborate any further at that point

THANK U FOR THE ASK!! = D

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Comic buff with a thought, I notice the P5MM art and composition is more striking and closer to p5's art and style than the other manga, which is fine, but kinda... flat. (I find myself thinking there's something missing when I read it, then I look back at P5MM and I notice how there's more clever paneling, imagery, and stylistic choices akin to the games in it (like that one goro panel ya had a rant about) and I realize what's missing) That could be why P5MM is brought up more, just a guess. I dunno how you feel about all that though, I'm curious.

Under the cut cause it gets long cause of pictures:

I am very big on art style and visual presentation. I do actually judge a book by it's cover (manga, game, movie, show, yadda). If I find something pleasing to my eye I'll read it.....even if the contents are trash. Domestic Girlfriend is one, horrible manga (didn't finish, was holding out for Momo, aka best girl, and getting closure for her....then I bounced). Didn't watch the anime (didn't need to I was way ahead in the manga I think), but I know that opening is wasted on it. ldskfjaf Don't invest your time into it, it's not worth it, you would probably learn better morals from P5.......probably. But yeah I found the art style pleasing enough to try it out (I's not amazing by any means, but I like looking at it....or did.....that writing man....dat was bad ;w;).... *waves hands vaguely in air* yeah.

Fun fact, it's why I got into Persona. I happened across an ad for P4 on the PS2 in the Gameinformer magazine, it showed a screenshot from an animated cutscene plus one of the fully body art for the chars and I was like "Yes this is my jam!" (which only doubled down when I read what it was about, and it was a murder mystery and the article also talked up "the mystery of the glasses" which fakldjsalkfs yeah). So yeah it really clicked for me.

Tbh it's why I'm probably going to get back into freaking Bleach, and it's why I got into it and Naruto over One Piece (I don't think I'll ever read ON I'm sorry). Tite Kubo has sexy art what can I say? Can't trust a thing that man writes now but eh. It's also the reason I read a lot of Shojo (and now Yuri) manga, cause their art style is usually what I find very appealing (even if I've read the same gd shojo love story just by a different name for the 1000th time, give me the flowers and sparkly eyes! they are my life blood!)

And I've mentioned I really like Saito's art style. I've (attempted) to color some of his pieces on top of animate some manga frames (most of which I haven't actually published......I...I should....get around to finishing those up....haha...aha....haaaa). I really like his art, it's pleasant. But even with good art, I can still see past it and see what BS it's peddling and it can hamper my enjoyment of it. If I don't look at the context of the scene or the words on the page, I can be down with it. But when I'm reading.......I get annoyed. I balk at anything with Goro. I guffaw whenever Makoto's on screen (cause Saito nails her from P5, she acts useful but really she's useless but the narrative views her as useful it ironically makes her useless......it's the weirdest thing I've ever witnessed >.>). Like Saito really.....gets P5 it seems, down to it's flaws even (tho he can actually make the good parts of P5 shine, or at least parts that P5 failed to execute....execute in a way). But he also makes the flaws.....shine that much harder for me.

Now the Reg manga? it's nothing special art style wise, in fact it starts off VERY wonky, and while still wonky, has gotten a lot....better/cuter (esp Ryu). Not like shojo cute just.......I wanna squish their wittle faces cute (at times when it's not serious).

Like when it comes to Reg Manga these are the two pieces that have appeared in it that I feel kinda hit the P5 mark in terms of style:

(look at Mona, coming into this world like the pustule that he is 8U)

Which isn't much, but it's something. At least Reg's AOA is better looking than the anime. 8U

But I dunno, as the chapters go on, the Mangaka allows for more cuter expressions, and I just like their neat:

(btw I colored that page)

I dunno, it's not as overtly cutsey as Saito:

But they are still charming in a more simple way (without out having them go full chibi), it subtle but it gives it flavor. "Silly why are most, if not all those pics of Ryu and Anne?" I dunno guys maybe you should ask them how their backs are doing, cause they're the ones who are carrying the Reg manga when it comes to this! 8U

Tho I do think the first ch or two of Reg does a better job capturing P5's feel than the rest of the chapters, I think the mangaka is just.....bogged down by exposition and the game's BS that a lot of text on their pages so it almost reads like a novel:

ALots of text, not the most dynamic of framing with the panels. It's kinda eh. I haven't really read the manga past the 2nd dungeon tbh (I mean......as the residential #1 Makoto hater, I think that's fair.....that I'd start to zone out during my least fav dungeon....and then continue zoning out during my 2nd least fav dungeon askfdjaflk)

But during the first two dungeon arcs, I liked how.....bad the PT were at thieving, I liked how green they were. It was obviously a learning process. I also like some of the fight choreo (Saito did the best hand to hand one in the series in P4U's Yu vs Sho....which I actually animated....spoiler.....no I have no released that...my dumbass wants to tempt fate and see if I can redo it in color even tho it took me 4 days non stop to get that animated in just black and white.....but I am a fool so alas 8U). I mean it's not mind blowing, but it was simple and decently thought out, which is more than I feel like we usually get (esp with the anime shows....or at least P4/5's).

But I think what draws me in is....it's lack of P5 style. P5 style has them being still oh so cool despite being new at everything. It's tired me out. P5's how identity is style. It's....style over substance (gonna rile some feathers with that....Cvit(?) vid title). But P5 is overtly stylish, to the point it......weighs on me. Drags me down. Tires me out. I don't think they're cool, I'm bored with it. Ironically, Reg manga lacks that, which......def would make someone (and me usually) give it much of a passing glance. It's very basic I guess. But.....consider me, being in P5 hell, surrounded by all it's nausea inducing stylishness, sees a small break in the hellish hurricane to see.......normalcy. It kinda makes me connect better with the kids (kinda, it's still P5).

They feel like normal kids, trying to do their thing (sometimes trying to look/act cool and failing), and.....it's just the absolute antitheses to P5's brand......and I think that's why I like it. KLFJDSAFLKJA;

Anyway, who knows, maybe when I catch up on Reg in english and re-read MM with the official translation I might change my mind about a few things, or at least how I rank them. But for post length sake, and my sanity sake, I think I should keep the anime and mangas out of the "Which entry do you hate least" post......because I should just make another post where I go into both mangas as well as compare and contrast the anime! :D I'm just delaying some insanity for later haha....

Wait.........I just remember Day Breakers exists......and I liked it....still do....don't have much issue with it. Well shit, that is probably the one entry I hate the least. fklsdjfalkjdfkla;jsL;FJljsfdlskafaj *sobs* nO NO, I committed, and that's just a sad loophole. fdklsajflakfj *sobs* I still need to the game thing, cause let's be honest, the games are where it counts.

So right now my ranking for manga/anime is:

Daybreakers>Reg manga> MM>>>>>>>>>>TV Show Anime and it's OVAs (may the burn in the hell fire from which they spawned)

Oh, one last thing, forgot to put it in but I dunno where to put it now. I like how the manga tones down the pervyness some:

I mean Ryu is a fellow monkey. u_u .......but it's for the best I don't have to see his ape expression. ;w; (iirc the pyramid scene was a lot shorter/faster, but that's by the grace of reading and books rather than animation I suppose).

[messinwitheddie]

Skoodge *inhales "Woo! That cruiser is SOOO not safe to pilot."

Zim "As long as it gets me out of the solar system, that's all I care about. Good work, Skoodge."

Skoodge "You're welcome. Glad I could help... Hey, I gotta take off and fill my quota. Tell Gir I said good luck at the big cook off. Wish I could stick around to watch it."

Zim "Personally I could do without watching poor Gir get batted around by a crew of behemoth cooks."

"Maybe you'll get lucky and Soo-Garr with have you thrown out of the arena."

Zim "I hope she slips on the kitchen floor and impales herself on a hot skewer; that stupid shmoopquizz on legs--"

Skoodge *chuckes* "That's horrible. You shouldn't call a frylady lady that."

Zim "You should have heard what I called her the other day. Rrrr...I HATE her and her conventionally pretty face and hideous soft lips!"

Skoodge "Soft lips? What are you--? You're acting unusually odd...or the usual amount of odd. I can't tell anymore. What have you been DOING the past 2 hours anyways?"

Zim "I'm looking for someone...and...there...he is!! HA HAAAA!! I'm amazing!"

Skoodge "Who is that?"

Zim "Retired Invader Ziss. Finally! I have a lock on his pitiful biosigniture!"

Skoodge "Wait, that's the conquerer of Canceree! Ziss is a legend."

Zim "He's a loathsome prick with much to answer for! Now that I can track his location, I'm going to find him and MAKE him SUFFER."

Skoodge "What? No, Zim, don't do that. Why would you do that?"

Zim "There's no talking me out if it now, Skoodge. He's already made an enemy of me."

Skoodge "What did he do to you?"

Zim "Nothing; it's what he did to Poki."

Skoodge "Oh no. What did he do to Poki?"

Zim "I don't know! But I'll rip a confession out of him if it's the last thing I do!"

Skoodge "Or-- OR... You could just forget Ziss ever existed and resist the impulse to do something we both know you'll regret. Hu?"

Zim "Oh, I assure you, I won't regret a single moment of tormenting this guy."

Skoodge "Is tormenting an old veteran going to fix anything or change anything?"

Zim "It will make ME feel better! I'm imperially shunned; I have NOTHING left to lose. I'm tired of people like HIM getting away with abusing people like US!! And I'm SICK of no one else being SICK OF IT!"

Skoodge "Shhh!! Bleep it Zim! I'm...I'm gonna head back to work and pretend I never engaged in this conversation. Have fun landing yourself in Mooping 10 for life."

Zim "OK! Have fun with your sad, unfulfilled service drone existence."

Skoodge "Hey, I'm not ashamed of how I earn a living! I......." *sigh* "I'm sick of the abuse and exploitation too. EVERYONE is! But we don't know what to do about it, ok?... Could you please consider NOT going through with this revenge scheme, whatever it is? PLEASE, just think things over tonight while you watch the cook off?"

Zim "...Okay, I'll think it over a little longer."

Skoodge "Neat...See you around, Zim. Take care of yourself..."

...a bottle of cyder later...

Zim "Ok, Skoodge, I've thought about it quite enough. I'm gonna go devistate this squak's whole universe."

***shortly later still***

Zim "Bright Eyes, that you?! You busy?!"

Vroog "--"

Zim "Didn't think so! Hop in!"

(Zim is still dwelling on Poki's war story. Skoodge making one last effort to be a friend to Zim and talk him out of doing...whatever he plans to do. Poor trainee Vroog is about to get dragged into the misadventure.

I've pretty much have the first part of this 18-years-later AU mapped out. (Except for Zim/Vroog's vengeance misadventure)

Gonna set these ideas aside and most likely start converting this mess into actual comic pages after the holidays. Might be starting a second job soon. Fingers crossed for a phone call today or tomorrow.

Meanwhile, my other AUs have been neglected. Gonna clean for a few hours and then see what else I can accomplish at the drawing desk.

Promise to go through my inbox soon.

Questions/ suggestions welcome.)

[space-malex]

OK look. I know Noah literally gave himself up, but it still makes no fucking sense.

1) If he was totally in control with Isobel, why not just lie? Instead he is like “I was in love with Rosa and am evil ha ha haaaa!!”

2) Why would he as himself picking up people at Ranchero night to kill them when he has the power to possess others? He lives in a small town and he’s a prominent lawyer. His firm literally sponsors Ranchero night, and on top of that, the Wild Pony is a locals bar. Given that the fourth alien has powers to possess anybody who is blacked out for any reason including drunkenness and can take them over, why couldn’t he just possess somebody and pick a victim up that way?

3) Why would they have him investigate Isobel’s absence, discover her pod, and confront her about it? If he’s the fourth alien, he knows that she’s an alien too. Why would he even investigate?

4) Noah wasn’t in the high school flashback episode at all nor was he mentioned. In fact, we have no evidence of him even being NEAR Roswell at that time. Carina herself said he didn’t live there until later. So how the fuck is it even possible?

5) Him saying he and Isobel have been so connected “since the first time I heard your voice” which was... when, exactly? Cuz like, we are supposed to think he was suddenly around during their high school days. But he’s also likely a few years older at least so when would he have been around Isobel?

6) Why would they have had Noah “leave” Izzy to begin with only to return shortly thereafter? He demanded answers from her. Again, if he’s an alien, he already knows the answer. It doesn’t bother him to be kept in the dark because he’s not really in the dark. The whole relationship would’ve been an act on his part. So why does it make sense for him to suddenly care about knowing any sort of answer and leave her over it?

7) When Noah mentioned to Max about not going after Wyatt, it was a friendly heads up, but now suddenly it was a threat? At that point, no one suspected him of anything at all, why would he be threatening somebody who wasn’t going after him or even suspicious of him?

8) Again. The Wild Pony with Wyatt Long. Noah tells Liz to check out grants warehouse, then Wyatt is taken possession of and tries to kill Liz or at least puts her serious danger. Of course Noah is suspected bc he sent Liz there, but WHY WOULD HE AGAIN GO TO A LOCAL BAR TO POSSESS SOMEONE?? We KNOW Isobel isn’t into that place, you don’t think she would catch wind if her hubby of several years was frequenting it? It’s a small town and people talk.

8) What is Noah’s aim? Why is he married to Isobel? Is he keeping an eye on her? Is he there to protect the other aliens as well? I don’t know. But he’s been keeping this secret for how long, why would he give himself up so easily when there was nothing more than a couple minor pieces of circumstantial evidence against him? The only real evidence against Noah is the blood, and really all that proves is that he’s an alien. But no one said there couldn’t be more than 4.

9) This is all too...neat. It just feels too convenient. We discover our big bad with two full episodes to go? What’s left to investigate then? What secrets still matter?

It’s funny, because before yesterday‘s episode, I felt like there was evidence that pointed to Noah. But after they are like “it’s Noah”, suddenly I’m like no that doesn’t make sense because it’s too obvious. It’s too neatly tied up with a bow. It would have made more sense if they had made Maria a red herring for longer than five minutes. Idk, I guess maybe it’s just really bad writing. But the more things I look at, the more it logically doesn’t make sense for it to be Noah.

[thunderheadfred]

Why I Love Spike But Also Hate Him A Lot: an unsolicited essay by me

OR: Why I personally relate to blood-sucking poseurs OR: dude what if I ever got high enough to rewrite season six?

(under a cut because this goes on for a while. also discourse frightens me)

Okay. I’m like twenty years late. But I’ve been rewatching BtVS s5 during my latest depression spiral and wandering against my better judgement into the Spuffy fic verse. Disclaimer that my grasp of the series’ larger canon is meh at best, and frankly I don’t care.

As usual, I have too many thoughts.

Spike is, hands-down, my favorite character on this show. Maybe one of my favorite characters, period. He’s just... good to watch. But listen. Secret poet or no, he was never an inherently good person. Meek and shy does not equal Buffy’s equal. I squirm at this apparently massively popular canon interpretation of his human character as some kind of adorable perfect cherub, as if William the Dipshit Poet is somehow preferable to Spike the Complicated Murderer or like, we should just automatically assume that cute shy white people who lived in 1880 London are default Lawful Good when in fact... ahahaa haaaa YIKES COLONIALISM?

I actually think the reason Spike is “more human” than other vampires (in the weird, contradictory Buffy soul-canon) is exactly because William was not Pure, he was a Pratt. Sweet? I guess. Loves his mum? He’s got that going for him. But that guy?? Is not Buffy’s long-lost true love, not a weepy ghost to be shoved into Spike’s Billy Idol cosplay bod at the last minute. In a show that, at its best, tries to give us a protagonist who fundamentally believes we must always make the choice to keep living mindfully, accountably, and with purpose... we get a love interest who is... Spike. A guy who, until the very end of his arc, acts as though he has zero fucking free will. Even though, through a combo of deliciously fun and inconsistent writing, Spike is apparently the only vampire in the Buffyverse who does.

I’ll get to that but first, let’s accept for a minute that Free Will + Buffy = good, and people who roll over and say “I had no choice” + Buffy = Mr. Pointy. This counts for her friends too, (*coughWILLOWcough*) and it’s one of the reasons I love the show despite its many textual problems. As a character piece, it’s great. People fail to take accountability for their behavior all the time. It’s an extraordinarily human flaw, one that rarely equals automatically evil, and I love that it can bite characters on the side of good, too. But that’s not the point of this, oh shit!

Okay. William, cute glasses aside, has no free will. He didn’t even sign up for the vampire thing, he just wanted to get felt up by a pretty girl who saw him cry and didn’t laugh at him. At every point, he was an immature, weak-willed, naive dreamer type who wanted nothing more than to be validated by his shitty friends. The vampirism made him a killer, yeah. But it also inadvertently gave a cowardly nobody a lot of good qualities. Now he’s a weirdly observant, relentlessly optimistic, fun-loving, sexually secure Cool Guy who gave up poetry for punk... but still tries too hard to impress his shitty friends. Basically, being a vampire made this guy a happier-but-still-undeniably-crappy version of himself, especially... considering all the murder. 

But now, let us transparently and metaphorically link cartoonish Vamp!Murder to addiction. Because wow, death in BtVS is either a manipulative authorial gut-punch or a dumb joke, and either way, it’s almost impossible to take seriously in this show, so let’s not.

How to make a remorseless bloodsucking fiend out of of “boo hoo I’m a bad writer and I wish some jerks thought I was cool?” Ha ha you can’t!  Turns out you basically recreate my early twenties but with more murder. Spike is a socially-dependent ADHD art school reject on a century-long avoidance bender. He’s a codependent, moon-eyed boyfriend who learns how to aggressively project not caring while caring Far Too Much, all while clinging to aesthetic as an identity. ALTHOUGH let us not deny that he 100% enjoyed all the killing - wtf so much killing - because for vampires, killing equals pleasure, and charming, “happy” addicts always justify the comforts of their vices. He talks the talk cuz fitting in is his whole deal, but he’s not actually in it for chaos and destruction or any high-falutin’ evil reason, or even really for eating delicious ladies but because, in the end, it feels good and the only girlfriend he’s ever had thinks eating people is cool. Even his whole (gorgeous, splendid to watch) episode-long speech about killing two slayers was written more for Buffy’s character arc than his; we don’t really know why he killed the slayers other than like, “Because they had a death wish I guess. Side note: it was fun.”

There wasn’t much legitimately vengeful or hateful stuff in sad little William for demon!Spike to work with, and apparently William’s soul-or-whatever moved about twelve inches over his left shoulder and stayed there, occasionally poking him for the next hundred years. So it should shock no one that he immediately switches sides when a) his girlfriend dumps him, b) his addiction suddenly hurts, and c) it’s time to impress a new friend group.

I get that Spike’s whole soul-getting between s6 and s7 has been interpreted in fanon as a grand romantic sacrifice (ehhhhhhhhhhhh) and I get why that’s tempting, but the show itself bungled that up way bad and I just can’t get behind it. R*pe idiocy aside, making it ultimately all about Buffy just kinda cheapens what could have been a really fucking powerful redemption arc, one that would have led to a far more satisfying love story. Especially from Buffy’s perspective. 

Okay listen.

We have a guy who has been playing the “duh, Vampire!” card for a century, pleasure-seeking and self-centered, pandering to various peer groups, murderous or otherwise, a happy addict, impervious to change. So when finally, after a HUNDRED SODDING YEARS of being a soulless, hilarious dick, Spike has consequences shoved into his gray matter by the government, he doesn’t change. At all. He just starts obsessing over another woman, doing what he thinks she wants. A woman he thinks will give him new pleasures, a new, perpetually fine status quo. But this woman is Buffy, whose identity is rock solid even though her life is constantly full of challenge and change and choices. She “rewards” Spike only when he makes willful, selfless decisions. And the rewards aren’t romantic, either. Not early on. Even in canon, she keeps rejecting him over and over again, for crystal clear reasons. Thank god. Because when he accepts that she’ll never have him, but still does the hard stuff anyway, he’s unwittingly starting to change. It’s not just Buffy. Buffy demands real personhood. Independence. Identity. Choice. 

Uh oh. She’s gotten to him, then. Though it starts out selfish, he still makes a CHOICE. Quite literally, he takes on the pain of self-improvement - first by embracing the consequences of his chip, later by going on his fancy sparkly soul quest. Buffy is the catalyst, no doubt, because once a poet always a poet and girls are pretty, but Spike’s path to improvement (if not redemption) was already there, laid out nice and neat. His narrative low point, the lightbulb moment that makes him want a soul again, should never have come out of a season of terrible backsliding, culminating in the shower scene we all regret.

It should have been The Gift. 

Death isn’t Buffy’s gift. It’s love. And not that simpering, easy kind of love that just says, “there there,” but the hard, truthful love that makes you want to keep getting that goddamn rock from the bottom of the hill. Yes, Spike’s arc should still be about Buffy, it’s Buffy’s show, but it should have been more about the hole she left behind. Not just in Spike but in the world. 

What’s left? This latest and greatest group of people who have so far RIGHTLY rejected a demon whose sole motivator seems to be comfort. And maybe when these particular people hit rock bottom, they have enough wisdom to see a monster down in the dark and recognize themselves. Maybe Dawn (whose humanizing effect on Spike has been nearly as important as his obsession with Buffy) shows him that rare, rare thing called Validation. And oh god, he realizes he’s never actually moved beyond trying to sell effulgence to Cecily Whatsherface, that he’s been sitting on his own grave for a hundred years, waiting for someone to coddle and fix him, and now the only woman who might have, the best woman, literally the one girl chosen one above all others... is gone. This would be a good time to die. 

Or...

...maybe there is no magic soul cave, maybe he tries to end it and makes the CHOICE not to. Chooses to stay and help, because what else is there? Then BAM! it just slams back into him in a way that hurts like you can’t even believe, because admitting how bad you’ve fucked up is the most painful moment of a lifetime and I’ve lived it and I wish I’d had a hellmouth to jump into, but the Scoobies pull him back, and he takes care of Dawn until life seems to have some meaning again, then Buffy comes out of the earth traumatized and broken and no one is better equipped to help her than a recovering Spike, not because he’s magically her rock but because he’s also learning how to roll his own rock and keep on climbing, because Camus ruined us all for metaphors...

THE END

Anyway. As a recovering addict and toxic person who has been struggling a lot recently... who wants to improve and be able to give more to the people I love, Spike has an arc that just like... cuts me deep, man. Especially because of what should have been.

[courtscaptor]

🎀 play with your muse’s hair / from haru !

Soft Affection (Send in an icon for my muse to:) // accepting

   → 🎀 play with your muse’s hair

     Today’s plans to take on the new nearby theme park’s scariest rollercoasters has been thoroughly rained on–both figuratively and literally. Nana can’t stop sending intense glares out the window as she jiggles her leg, snaps at one of the scrunchies around her wrist, flicks at her dangling earrings–as if the force of her stare and her movement will send the torrential downpour to a stuttering stop and let them get back outside.

    (It doesn’t.)

     Haru has taken to manning the remote control, rapidly flipping through the channels in search of something (anything) interesting. There’s a clap of thunder outside and Nana finds herself groaning loudly back, drawing Haru’s attention away from the screen and eliciting a laugh from her. Nana’s grasp on time generally isn’t the best, so she doesn’t know how long it’s been since Haru settled on a channel and then plopped herself down on the floor right in front of her, but Nana’s attention snaps back to the living room at large and she finds her hands in the other girl’s hair, fingers seemingly working on autopilot to intertwine a few small sections of the other’s hair back into neat braids while she’s been half-spacing out.

     …Well, whatever! Whether Haru intended to or not, it’s definitely helping to keep Nana’s hands occupied and her restlessness (somewhat) at bay. And the braids are cute, so it’s a win-win, she thinks. Finally, she turns her attention to the TV and balks at the game show challenge playing out on screen.

     “Haaaa?! What’s with that? Doesn’t it look like he totally gave up? We could do better than that! Actually, hey–I bet we could make something that looks like that with the couch cushions, right?”

     If the wide, playful grin Haru flashes her when she turns her head is anything to go by, they absolutely will be putting that to the test today. 

     There are worse things, Nana reflects, than being cooped up all day–so long as she’s got a friend to pass the time with.

[ghostmartyr]

Pokémon Black 2 Randomized Nuzlocke Run [Part 3]

With some interesting carnage leading us through it, the second badge has been earned. Better yet, we got a TM for a Special Poison move, so Caspet can now be a little more secure in her help.

Team as of the moment:

Stella (Poliwhirl)

Caspet (Gastly)

Okay then.

New routes please.

Hey me.

I have been invited to Pokestar Studios. It’s like Hollywood. Roxie’s dad ran off there to be a movie star. Roxie’s now running off there to talk him out of it. We’re going to run off there and have a terrible time with movies.

I don’t know why I remember the movie place. I think there was either some achievement or plot barrier there, and I hated the process but perfectionism insisted on trying again and... idk. Hopefully that distaste won’t be part of this run.

Can I please just be allowed to catch a third party member.

Is there any grass here. Please.

Stop dragging me to movies.

Stop dragging me to terrible movies.

Like there’s clearly some Emotions going on with Roxie’s father, but oh my gosh I do not play these games for becoming a movie star. ;-; Free me. ;-;

I have control of myself again, so I don’t know if I actually have to shoot a movie, but I feel like Roxie and her dad might require me to, and in any case, one won’t hurt too badly. I guess.

Wait, was it a medal thing? Is that why I made myself nuts over this?

Movie shot, script followed, yay, leaving.

Ahoy, plot!

Sequel Team Plasma is so very open about wanting to take over the world. How refreshing. They’ve gone from knights to pirates. Most excellent.

Pop Roxie is back to captaining, so it’s time to run off to Castelia and find another darn teammate.

And our first act of being in Castelia is a clown giving us a bicycle. Rocking.

A boat takes us to Liberty Garden. I think this is where Victini is if Victini is activated, but I’m not sure if that will be the case with this version. The important question is... does it also have other grass.

Fuckdamn it doesn’t.

Yay, entering random buildings in Castelia gave me an Exp. Share.

In keeping with me doing stupid things, I go to the Game Freak building and chat up some of the trainers who are not nearly as strong as they are post-game, thank goodness.

I really.

Really.

Would like.

More than two pokemon in my party.

I also finally gave in and talked to the medal guy in the Pokemon Center.

My achievement hunting tendencies are going to be the largest obstacle between me and any progress ever.

-whispers-

I want all of them.

Other conversations gave me an Eviolite, so that goes to Stella. ...Wait, no, Caspet. Uggggggh.

Burgh is missing from his Gym, which is fine, since I don’t think I’m ready for another round. I’m just walking around trying to check off whatever plot stuff I can that will let me catch something else.

Oh hey, I think talking to Iris opens up the sewers! I think that means I can catch something down there! !!!!

Pleeeeeease give me something.

Please, ominous guise of darkness.

Oh no.

Russell’s partnering with us, so. Uh. What’s the rule for this? I have to catch the first thing I see, but as long as I’m in a duo, I won’t be able to throw a ball very easily...

Fuuuuuuck.

Okay. We took out Panpour.

I have the ability to throw a ball, which means.

This is my catch option for the route.

Haaaa. And Russell’s Dewott is using Fury Cutter. Its damage will keep going up. I think I have two tries to catch it.

Yeehaw.

Try one is a bust.

Oh hey that’s neat! The Dewott used Razor Shell on Stella, because Stella has Water Absorb and had taken damage! That’s smarter than I expected from the partner AI.

And that means I can spare a turn or two trying to put Serperior to sleep. Since Stella still has Hypnosis.

Yo, it hit! And Dewott heals me again!

But. I need Serperior to be more damaged. I shouldn’t risk attacking. ...I’ll just keep throwing balls and wait for Dewott to hurt it a little more.

HECK YEAH WHO’S DA MAN.

Hot damn that was stressful.

Now I gotta give this girl a name.

Sylarana, wanna rock?

Also, now having Russell with me is a good thing, because this squad could use some levels.

What are you like, Syl?

She’s Careful and proud of her power.

Yeah, pride looks good on that sprite.

I don’t know what Serperior’s stats are with a neutral nature. That takes some stress off, since I’ll just go with the flow, but I prefer to know what I’m getting into, usually. Either way, Defense is stronger than Attack, and that’s just fine.

Female Nidoran are down here, too.

This is working out well enough. Yay for buddy healing. I almost don’t want it to ever end. It’s so convenient.

I shouldn’t do this forever, though. That would get boring fast.

My starter breathing. Also cool pirate outfits in Pokemon Go.

Mooks dispatched.

Gym Leader located!

Look at Burgh being all artsy with his tour of the sewers.

Huh, and Russell just hands us Strength. Because all our pals are true bros in this gen.

Then a dude with anime hair walks out of the hole in the wall.

YO NEW ROUTE.

‘ello there.

...I am possibly not going to be able to catch you due to lack of poke balls and you being remarkably stubborn.

Hey, there we go!

What to name you... what to name you... A magnificent sea serpent with a rainbow tail...

Nessy!

Without Russell healing us every fight, we can’t stick around. Back out of the sewers we go, to receive happy words from Iris. Well. Sort of happy words. She worries about Russell and tells us to challenge the Gym.

I, being a compliant sort, walk back into the sewers after healing.

Okay I guess it’s a cave. Sylarana out front, Nessy with Exp. Share while I contemplate what the heck this team does against a Bug Gym.

Ooooh, Forretress.

...

Is. is there anywhere I can go that can pave the way to me getting a Fire pokemon?

You know what, I don’t like things that blow themselves up at me. Guh, this is taking forever. I might need to buy a few Repels just so I can explore the cave properly... I believe there’s grass somewhere past the sewers, and if I could have a slightly more diverse team going into the next whatever, I’d like it.

Oh, and before I forget, Nessy!

She is Quirky and mischievous. She and Stella have half their personalities in common. Delightful. Marvel Scale is also a neat ability to have. Not one I can utilize properly because I’m a competitive failure, but still cool.

Neat, there’s Pidgeot down here.

Looks like there’s not much of the cave to explore at this point in the game. Ah well. Back to the sewers.

Hm. Would the desert north of Castelia be open to me yet? That could prove useful. Heck, is anywhere outside of this city open? I just need a little patch of grass somewhere new.

Bridge still being inspected.

A wild Bianca appears!

Dowsing Machine get!

Hello, this is new.

But there’s still spots of desert.

OH MY GOSH LOOK AT IT.

Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh.

Caught!

Your new name is Itsy, and you are much beloved!

Itsy is Modest and somewhat vain, and ouch that is not a nature I think I like for this little one, but adorableness beats everything, so we’re good.

Butterfree is also in the desert. Oooo Pawniard. Back to the sewers, though. Easier training fodder.

Grass located!

...And if I were a better trainer, I would go back and buy poke balls before exploring, but I have the impulse control of a toddler. Oh, and it’s dark grass vs. light grass...

Decision will be made by rapidly running between the two and seeing what triggers an encounter first.

Dark grass it is!

Aaaaaaaa fuck off.

I love Lapras so much. So so so so so so so so much. But I have two Water pokemon already, as well as an Ice one. I. can’t focus on catching the Lapras. It would be a bad idea.

You have never seen anyone so sad to encounter a Dratini during a Nuzlocke.

The wild Lapras fainted.

Oh fucking hell the Dratini knows Dragon Rage and both my pokemon are under 40 HP. Caspet’s turn on healing Caspet, Sylarana’s turn on getting her out of there.

Okay. Confused and slept.

Now I just. catch it. With four poke balls and two great balls left.

...Three poke balls, and guess who woke up.

Great ball. C’mon great ball.

..One great ball left.

Also if Dratini hurts itself in confusion one more time it is dead.

FORTUNE SMILES ON THE CRIMINALLY STUPID.

Now let’s run everyone back through the sewers and--

Did. did I really hit the no nickname option.

Ffs.

Okay, run back through the sewers, hit the Pokemon Center, and then name the critter. The Name Rater’s somewhere in the city, I think.

Heh. The guy in the alleyway still gives us Flash.

Congratulations, Puff! You are now eligible for activity!

Puff is Quiet and alert to sounds. An adorable addition to our squad. He’s going to be temporarily up front thanks to Dragon Rage. The Game Freak fights are once a day, and it’s been a day, so!

I believe in you, Puff!

Dragon Rage is so op this early. Dreamor agrees. But Puff’s ours, so that makes it okay.

Hm. I have six now. They could keep each other out of trouble.

There are so many areas in these sewers I can’t get to. Or maybe I can, it just involves more maze work than I’m expecting. ...Yeah, it’s looking like that side. Hey, a nurse guy! Yay for less walking up to the Pokemon Center.

Oh, and Poison... might be super effective against Bug? I think the whatsit thing he has is Bug/Grass, so that isn’t actually much of a confirmation. Eh, I’ll find out soon enough.

I’ve found a room full of Zweilous. That’s a safe grinding area, right? Itsy’s got Ice and everything. Vullaby and Dwebble are also here.

Heeeeeey, Caspet’s evolving!

And wants to learn another physical Ghost move.

Bye Lick.

Okay, Gym it is.

...Wow Burgh. Really went full Art on the place, huh? Did trainers complain that you were forcing them to walk through honey before letting them fight you?

Puff’s up first. I don’t have much type advantage here, so it’s just going to be hitting things until they break.

Burgh.

Hey Burgh.

This Gym is creepy.

The cocoons just suck you in and zoom you up. Only think Willy Wonka style.

Mooks have level 20s, so this should be a little uncomfortable for a few of the younger members, but Caspet, Stella, and Sylarana should be fine. For now, Puff’s still in front and Dragon Raging all the things.

And we’re going to the Pokemon Center after every fight, but hey. Baby steps in all things. Puff is on one of the slower exp tracks, so every little bit helps.

...Burgh. Buddy.

You want to talk?

This Gym feels like a cry for help.

In true shounen protagonist style, I will settle your troubled emotions through battle! Even if none of the dialogue will admit to how concerning the aesthetics of your chosen arena are!

Everything is hitting critical hits.

...Oh wait, I’m supposed to narrate these fights, aren’t I?

Uh. Swadloon down, Dwebble down, Leavanny left, Leavanny’s level 24. Caspet’s out to deal with it after Puff handled Swadloon and Nessy handled Dwebble.

Caspet one-shots it like a champ, and on we go.

Burgh, this trinket in no way makes me less concerned for you.

Still, though! Everyone’s alive, and we have a team full of six! Nice work, ladies and Puff. Five more badges to go! Let’s hope they go well!

[bloodyfangedtiger]

Eden Club

He couldn't make it as a cop, couldn't make it as anything really. Been in and out of juvenile detention during his childhood for selling drugs and assault & battery cases.

By the time he is twenty two years old, he's got a record as long as an anaconda. Somehow, though, he did land a job. A job at a seedy place that pays well but requires him to only do a few things.

1.) Only talk when spoken to

2.) Wear only underwear and nothing else

3.) Bathe regularly

Those were the only things he had to do at Eden Club, the sex club for humans (who screw Androids) and Androids (who screw humans), along with stand still and look pretty.

He was treated like any other of the employees, the Traci Androids, and given food d and water along with his own tube. His own glass tube that he just stares blankly at customers from. He's been here for a few months now and has only been picked twice since his employment began. His customers have mostly been human males and one Android female.

Other than them, he hasn't had a customer in a long time.

Then he saw him.

It felt like a bad joke, something out of an old song his sister used to listen to.

"Dyed blue boy walks my way." Is how the song started, how their encounter started.

He's obviously an Android, stall, stiff backed with ice blue eyes and a stiff lip. All the very much a robot in every term. Gavin bit back a groan when the Android approached him, wearing his Cyberlife uniform with "RK900" printed on the front of his white and blue high collared zipped up jacket that came up to the 'droid's chin. His hair was coifed back into a neat chocolate brown lump on his head, giving him a pretty boy look.

With blank eyes that are lifeless and dull, the RK900 model places its hand on the scanner of Gavin's tube to confirm his purchase. "Thank you for purchasing our male human, please enjoy your thirty minutes." The tube's speakers played the usual chime it does every time he is purchased. Gavin put on a fake smile "Thank you for your purchase, customer." He said with a fake cheeriness that makes him sick.

He turns and starts leading the Android to one of the private rooms in the back that is far away from prying eyes so that no one can see him get fucked by a mech.

He chooses the room at the very back and opens the door, walks in and sits on the bed. His customer lets the door close behind him before locking it and turning to the human. "I don't usually do this. However, there are times when other methods must be used."

Gavin raised a brow in question but kept his mouth shut.

"Gavin Reed, 28 years old lives in an apartment connected to Eden Club with said club as his only source of employment. Before that, you used to sell Red Ice." The last two words were spat out like a bad taste.

Gavin kept his mouth shut, this was a shake down for shit he pulled as a kid, he didn't do that shit anymore. He was different now, cleaned up but unemployed with a long ass record.

The mech came at him fast, its hands pinning the human in place on the bed by placing them by the human's hips. "Tell me who your buyers are, who was the maker and who is your boss."

Now he can speak. "I don't do any of that shit, tin can. I learned my fucking lesson a long time ago." He spat, trying to wiggle away from the Android. This was not what he was expecting nor what he wanted.

The mech leaned in closer "My name is Eros, I am the Android sent by Cyberlife and am working in the Narcotics field. You should cooperate with me, Mr. Reed if you don't want to" he took a deep breath and exhaled on the man's face. "Suffer consequences or force me to use other methods of interrogation." He said in a low husky voice that sent a shiver down Gavin's spine.

Now this felt like one of his usual sessions, he couldn't help but put on a smirk. "Oh? And what methods would you use? A stun gun? Beat me with a baton?"

He wasn't prepared for the hand that wrapped around his throat or the force that pinned him to the bed. What was this mech doing? They can't harm humans. Right? They can't hurt any organic life form, right?

He could feel his heart in his throat, a sense of floating while blue eyes stared into his brown orbs. The LED on the side of the mech's head never changing from blue. "I suggest you answer my questions, Mr. Reed. Unless you want something to happen to you."

He couldn't help but be a snarky bastard and put a leg up, rubbing his knee against the Android's side. "What exactly would you do to me?"

There is no way this mech has the equipment in the place where it counts. Right? He held back a gulp and tried not to think about what this thing was going to do.

The plastic humanoid male reached his arm down and began to undo his belt and unzipped his pants. Much to Gavin's surprise, a fully erect, flesh looking, leaking male cock sprung from the Android's nether regions. A hand grabbed the male human by the back of his head and pulled him close to the leaking member. His manhood pressed against his lips, the precum smearing against his skin.

Thankfully, there was no scent to the organ pressed against him which had to mean there was no taste. Gavin closed his eyes to slits and lapped at the flesh sword presented to him like a puppy before looking up at his customer, gave him a wink and deep throated him down to the back of his throat.

He moaned at the weight on his tongue, loving how it presses down on his lower jaw and the tip pokes the back of his throat. He swallows and tightens his throat before he uses his specialty move "Bullet Train Throat".

He moved fast, fucking his mouth on the flesh looking synthetic cock till he felt his jaw was going to break.

The Android bucket his hips in rhythm with the face slamming against his crotch, downloading all moves for sex between male humans while his LED circled yellow. Having downloaded the protocols, he glided a hand down the human's body and pinched his nipple causing Gavin to moan and tighten. "Gavin, release. I will not release down your throat."

The twenty eight year old popped the synthetic cock from his mouth, saliva and white fluids dripping from the red organ. "Where the fuck do you want to shoot it then?"

His answer came in a roll of his body and hands on his hips lifting his ass high before those same hands pulled his boxers down. He hissed as the cold air bit at his bare skin.

Without a warning, without a sound two fingers pierced into him. Forcing a choked gasp out of his flushed mouth "What the fuck-! Oh shit, right there. Oh god more please god!"

The mech smirked and burrowed his fingers deeper into the human, making sure to brush against the prostate as he went further into the male before he began to stretch him. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

He wormed his third finger, then his fourth and then slipped his entire hand in, making the male become over stimulated.

With a silent scream, Gavin came over the silk sheets. The mech shoved his other fingers into Gavin's mouth and pulled him back till his chest was flushed with the clothed chest of the RK900 model. "Are you ready to cooperate now?"

Gavin shook his head and grabbed the back of the RK900's head, he moved the fingers in his mouth around with his tongue. "If you can fuck me like no one can then I'll tell you everything. It's all outdated but you have to make it worth my while."

The mech breathed in his ear "Remember my name well, it's Eros." His tone was dark, dark and full of promise that made Gavin's spine shiver with anticipation.

Eros retracted his hand from Gavin's body and then aligned himself with the human's flesh hole "Want me to go easy on you?" He asked softly, the tip brushing teasingly against the twitching hole.

Gavin shuddered at the sensation "Fuck me like I'm a dirty piece of shit." He growled.

Eros chuckled, a human sound coming from him that sounded a little wrong, and slammed into Gavin. Stretching him wide open and smashing his abused prostate. "Haaaa. Oh fuck you're big, you're fucking splitting me open!" Gavin grunted, biting down on the fingers in his mouth which retreated and began to pinch and tease his nipples.

The RK900 debated on whether or not he should let the human adjust first but then he recalled what Gavin had said earlier. 'Fuck me like I'm a dirty piece of shit.'

He gripped the human's hips and set a brutal pace, his hands digging deep into the male's flesh which will create bruises in the morning. For now, however, he could fucking care less. His hips snap into Gavin, abusing his poor over stimulated prostate upon each thrust.

"Oh fuck! You're going to break me! Do me harder!"

Gavin covered his face, red up to his ears and down his neck. "Why the fuck did you tell me that?" He squeezed his legs together tightly as his tent strained against his jeans.

Eros walked over to him from the entrance of the club room "This is the exact room we met in, where I felt your flesh against my own, where I became deviant. This is also....also a place where I," the RK model swallowed and then dropped down to one knee.

Gavin looked up and his jaw dropped "Eros. That better be what I fucking think it is." He gulped. His voice coming out hoarse, cracked while his hands trembled.

The Android held a beautiful ring in his hands, colored blue and copper and shaped into a simple band. "I um made it from your first bullet and my LED. I understand if you don't like it."

Gavin stood up and grabbed the Android by the top of his head, pulling him up till they are looking each other in the eyes. "Shut up, plastic prick. You didn't need a ring since you're mine." He smashed their lips together in the most bruising kiss in their six year relationship.