#holy cow that was a job and a half

[dirt-str1der]

I will always be vocal about how much dr stone sucks and how stupid it is but to be quite honest it consumes 80% of my waking thoughts and yes i also downloaded the chinese kemonomimi doujin so i could pretend to read it in my spare time

[frnchgirls]

warnings: long!, all the angst!!, tyler beat up a guy once :/, infidelity if you squint

when tyler returned to arkansas, you were the last person he expected to see.

in the baking aisle of the piggly wiggly in his hometown was where he found you again after nearly a decade, reading the label on a box of cocoa powder in the same sundress you've had since the two of you dated in high school. thank heavens you notice him and speak first, that way he gets to pretend like he wasn't already contemplating what to say or if you'd even recognize him as soon as he stepped around the corner.

"tyler owens. you got a lotta nerve decidin' to show your face around here." you tease to mask your surprise, pulling your overflowing basket closer to yourself, and holy cow, he thinks you might be prettier now than on the day you met. "oh, really? why's that?" he asks, lifting his hat to greet you. "last i heard, you got famous and moved to new york. the locals don't like it when people make it outta here. must be real jealous." you tell him, and he just nods and strokes his stubble.

"y'know, you're a local. does that mean you're jealous too?" tyler inquires with a smirk, and you're all too quick to reply, "no, sir. knew you were gonna be somethin' the moment i laid eyes on you. only somethin' i've ever wanted to be was a housewife." you smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. you clear your throat and ask him why he's back in town. "my aunt's getting sick, so i thought i'd see her while i still can. my storm chasin' team's been in the pits without me, too. not a lot of work for me in the northeast, if you can imagine." he confesses, and any trace of happiness on your face disappears.

"oh, ty, i'm so sorry." you apologize, and your gaze lands on the items in your shopping basket. "i was fixin' to go home and whip up some coca-cola cake. dunno if it's still your favorite but, maybe you could come with? take some to your aunt for me?" you offer. he's nodding faster than you can blink, half of the items on his grocery list long forgotten after you've checked out and he follows you to your car.

it's not long before the two of you are sat at your kitchen counter, ribs aching from laughter as you reminisce about your teenage escapades. the sweet smell of warm chocolate emanates from the oven and lingers in the air. tyler asks if you've seen his livestreams. you use every excuse as to why you haven't; that you're too busy, that you don't get good internet in rural arkansas, anything but the truth. seeing him that happy without you is just too painful.

"if there's no work in new york, why'd you move there?" you question, taking a sip of coke. he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "for a girl. a girl from sapulpa." you almost choke on the liquid, causing a little to dribble down your chin. "a girl from sapulpa? what?-" you pause to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and he continues, "a storm chaser from sapulpa. her name's kate. she quit chasin' and got a job with the national oceanic and atmospheric administration. in new york."

your first thought is that she must be sharp as a tack, getting a job at a fancy place like that. but then a hundred more thoughts swarm your brain; when they might have met, if she's pretty, if she's kind, if he loves her, if he wants to marry her.

but you couldn't possibly ask him all that. you're a lady.

tyler breaks the silence. "you been talkin' to any fellas around here?" he's not sure if he even wants to know. you're not sure if you even want to tell him. you don't look him in the eyes when you say, "yeah, i uh- i've been with bobby for about 3 years now. you remember bobby? from school?" and sure, of course he remembers bobby. he spent all of senior year just trying to keep that meathead away from you.

"you know i hated him, right?" tyler spits, running a hand through his hair as he leans over the counter, getting closer to you, "i almost killed him when he tried asking you to prom in front of me. in front of everybody. it was embarrassing." your lip quivers as the distance closes between you. "well, he's different now." you retort, trying to convince him, trying to convince yourself. "that's a load of horse shit." he scoffs, "why are you going out with him, really?"

"maybe because he didn't abandon me, tyler!" you exclaim, and you shudder when you feel his warm breath against your skin. he cups your cheeks in his hands. "hey, hey. peach, look at me. i would've taken you to oklahoma with me in a heartbeat. why didn't you tell me?" he asks, searching your teary eyes. but how do you explain that leaving wasn't your dream? that you would have been happy growing old with him right here? that staying with him would have just held him back? that you had to let him go?

he kisses you. and fuck, you haven't been kissed in so long. but he's not yours anymore.

you force yourself to push him away. "tyler, no. we can't. we can't." you tell him, the words thick as molasses as they fall from your tongue. he reaches for your wrist as you rise from your seat, but you're pulling back before he gets ahold of it. "leave. get out of my house." you speak over him as he begs for the two of you to talk it out. "i mean it, tyler owens. go home." and that's enough to send him on his way, slamming your front door behind him.

by some coincidence, the timer on the oven goes off, letting you know the coca-cola cake you had just forgotten about was done baking. you think maybe you'll eat it all yourself. maybe you'll throw it out. maybe you'll share it with bobby. maybe you'll break up with him.

maybe in another life, you could've been enough for tyler.

[zzzykiek]

Play it Sweet

2PAlastor x Diabetc human Fem!reader

This chapter dives into the NSFW zone at the end so Minors DNI you've been warned.

CW: toxic work environment, creepy boss, anxiety, p in v sex, cunnilingus (just a smidge). 

*Please give credit when reposting*

Thanks and enjoy!

2P Alastor credit - https://anic-mj.tumblr.com/post/627521842542936064/2palastorblueberry/amp 

Chapter 3 —-- In Control

His tears are pouring over your shoulder. “Al?” You gently rub his back. He reaches into his pocket and procures another yellow pill. (Are these anti anxiety meds?) He steps back and throws the pill down his throat. He takes a deep breath and you gently swipe a tissue over his cheeks. 

“Th-th-thank you. I k-k-kept up the act a bit longer than p-p-planned.” 

“Well you did a fantastic job!” Your turn to plant a kiss on him though you have to half-jump to reach. The smile it brings from him is so adorable you can actually feel your eyes dilate. “How can a demon be so adorable…” you definitely didn't mean to say that out loud but there it came, out with your breath. Before you could process anything from that blunder you’re in Al’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist, as his forehead sits against yours blue bangs tickling your temples.

“I’m a-d-d-dorable huh?” He laughs and twirls you around. (Holy cow, he is strong!) “We should head out, my sunshine.” His voice purrs that new nickname and you melt into an embrace as he lets you slide down his frame to be standing on the floor. You look at him and giggle, both of you have the goofiest looks on your faces. His smile grows suddenly “Oh! and don't think I missed you mentioning having a recording studio. This I must see!”

“Well then let's go. I seem to remember you mentioning some blueberry pancakes.” 

“Th-that I did!” 

You lead him out to your car and cringe at the state of it. Random books, games, and antiques you had planned to restore. “Sorry, I wasn't planning on hosting a guest… I promise my place is clean.” You hear the door and see Al plop into the passenger seat with bright eyes turning over an old radio in his hands. (He likes radios? His voice did sound like one at first.) You hop in and start up the car before acknowledging his interest. 

“I rescued that beauty from an old thrift store. Poor thing needs some TLC. Sadly when I got it Boss decided to add work hours with my promotion, so it got stuck in limbo…” 

“TLC?” 

“Oh, it stands for Tender, Love, and Care. I restore antique things I like. If you like that you are going to love the ones in my studio.”

“You’re perfect.” Now it was his turn to accidently slip a thought out with his breath. You both chuckle and the remainder of the car ride goes by in a wave of blushes, glances, giggles. You finally reach your little cottage and Al follows you inside, still clutching the radio. You do a little spin in the living room of your small abode. 

“Here we are! I gave up having a typical bedroom so I could bring my studio to life….” You say glancing at the haphazardly made futon around the corner. “...but this is what you wanted to see!” You throw a door open and let the back lights illuminate the perfect merriment of restored and new recording technology creating an impressive switchboard. Bookcases filled with restored radios, cameras, and phones. Al’s eyes are wide and with a flash of green light he returns to the blue deer figure you met hiding under a table. You lean against the switchboard and flick a switch bringing the tape reels and record player to life. 

“So did you know I liked radio, or is that also your thing? Judging from your reaction I'd say you have a thing for broadcasting too.”

“Y-y-yes my sunshine, I am known as The….” He summons a blue cane with a microphone atop it and twirls it with a flourish and finishes it with a bow. “The Radio Demon.”

“Well Mr. Radio Demon, can I assume you dance?” You flick a switch and the room fills with your favorite electro swing mix. 

Al tightens his grip on the microphone, then it disappears as he offers his hand to you. You accept and are immediately pulled into the best dance of your life. (Not that you had many other dances under your belt, and definitely the only one who could actually dance to your music.) All timid nature is gone as Al spins you around, leading you in perfect time to the music, and even lifts you above his head. 

You’re nose to nose as the song ends, both of you breathing heavily, and in the same heartbeat, his hand is behind your head and your fingers are gripping his collar while your lips explore his. (How do our lips fit so perfectly together…?) You sigh into the feeling and he mewls in response gently flicking his tongue against your lower lip. You allow access and he gently moans at the feeling of the deeper kiss. He is holding onto you so tight, like you would run away if he let go. You let your hands explore his hair, confirming your suspicions of his ears being sensitive as he melts onto his knees at the first light touch. He breaks away the kiss and looks slightly sad for a moment as he gently unzippers your dress. You laugh remembering that for some reason you chose blue undergarments that day. (I guess that was fate.) His eyes glow as he admires this little surprise. Quickly fumbling with the buttons on his coat, starting to shake again. 

“No-no-no, I need to be in control for this…. First t-t-time, I don't want to scare you off.”

He goes to grab another yellow pill and you catch his hand gently.

“What if I don't want you in control?” You look him in the eyes. 

“P-p-please, I want to b-b-be.” 

The look he gives you tells you how important it is to him so you let him down the pill and help undo his buttons while he takes a deep breath. You make it through all the buttons (Three layers is a lot of fucking buttons.), and pull his upper vestments off. As you touch his chest you're surprised to feel soft fur, as pale as his skin. You run your fingers through it letting out a deep contented sigh.  He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. Grabbing your wrist, he begins planting small kisses along your arm until he reaches your lips again where he dives back in. His kisses are desperate and sloppy, gently suckling your lip as he backs off just long enough for a breath. He begins rutting his hips and soft moans escape him each time he makes contact against you. His sounds alone send a surge of warm arousal straight to your core, only to be combated by the tingle of his clothed erection hitting your clit, making it your turn to moan. 

You gently push him up as you fuss with his belt and pants, letting them drop revealing more soft almost white fur and the slightly darker toned skin surrounding his cock. (Oh shit is that going to fit…?) 

“I p-p-promise to be gentle.” (Ok can he read my mind? I am starting to wonder now.) 

He kisses you again with a bright red flush on his pale cheeks. You feel him position himself and slide his tip up along your slit, moaning at how slick you are. (Holy shit, I've never been this turned on by anyone before.)

“Y-y-ou really want me?” He breathes the question in between kisses. All you can do is nod, so kiss drunk at this point that you knew he could get anything out of you he wanted. (I guess I gave him everything already though huh…?) You feel pressure at your entrance as he gently begins pushing in. You whimper at the sensation. (Fuck it's been way to long, and he is so big!) You hiss in a breath and his kisses become lighter as he coos reassurance between each one. Running a hand through your hair, he murmurs, “It’s okay,” and, “I got you,” followed by, “Hold on to me.”

When he says that, you let your hands fall to his arms and squeeze, digging your nails into biceps. He groans in pleasure as his pelvis presses flush against you. (Was that from my nails or him bottoming out?) His breath becomes deep and animalistic with tiny sounds of pleasure escaping as he gently pulls back.

“I'll mold you to me.” His voice is still soft, but there's a spice to it, and you feel static dance on your skin. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and you loosen your grip on his arms to entangle your fingers in his hair as he carefully pushes all the way back inside. Your eyes go wide as he hits a spot you never experienced before. (Now I understand the whole seeing stars thing.) 

“Al,” his name tumbles from you as he picks up his pace.

A soft yet guttural moan escapes him with every thrust, contrasting your uncontrollable squeaks as he hits that spot over and over, never letting you get a full scream of pleasure out before he is hitting it again. Your eyes go wide as he places his forehead against yours. You’re so close and as he looks into your eyes you realize so is he. 

“Cum with me, my sunshine.” He purrs, locking your lips together again as your mind goes blank with pleasure. Every muscle in your body pulses almost in time with his. You can feel, as he slows his motions, the warmth left behind from his own orgasm, with no way to tell what of the mess now coating your thighs is from him and what was from you. 

Before you even recover, he dips his head down between your legs.  He begins licking up the mess running down your swollen pussy. This elicits a gasp from you and an animalistic moan from him as he greedily takes in all the juices he can get to, going so far as to use his finger to get more from inside your overly sensitive hole. 

Your brain and body come down from their high enough for you to form a few thoughts. (I just fucked a literal demon…. That's new…. I am totally fucked.) You can’t help but giggle at your own ideas. Your movement breaks Al from his dessert between your legs. He wipes his mouth quickly as he pulls you up into an embrace, both of you kneeling on the floor in the middle of your studio. “Are you o-o-k?” He asks then. “D-d-did I hurt you?”

You snuggle into the soft fur of his chest. “No Al, not at all.” You feel him relax and hold you closer to him. (Drowning in soft fur isn't a bad way to go right?) 

The rest of the evening goes by in a blur of kisses, cuddles, and conversation. His cute little stutter comes and goes as he talks. You spend hours talking to Al about radios, music, your broadcasts, books… you've never been able to speak this easily with someone. Eventually everyone gets bored or annoyed, but not Al; he is fully engaged and just as excited as you. The more excited he is, the less he stutters. He even shares some first-hand things about some of your restored items you could have never discovered on your own. Eventually (Way too late for a work night.), you fall asleep on his heavenly soft chest. 

[zephyra-in-the-house]

Progress report?

🥺(u can't resist my eyes )

At the moment, I'm probably about half way done with this chapter. I have almost all of the sketching done so now it's just a matter of doing small connecting scenes and then writing and editing it out.

I apologize for the long wait! I know it's been over 2 months now (holy cow it's been over 2 months 😭) but I am steadily working on it. I've been traveling a lot this month and I just got a new job so I've been running around like crazy 😅

Worry not though! I'm still working on it so I should hopefully be done in the next few weeks.

Thank you!

[banterspam]

[summary, i go on a long nerdy ass delusion filled manhunt for a sick ass bart allen impulse figure and win]

Okay so basically I got my first paycheck from my job and i was looking to treat myself to something cool and was scouring for sick dc stuff. Lately I've been into figurines and shit so I've been looking at them on google and ebay.

I was originally thinking about getting a robin figure and I kinda went down a rabbit hole and learned about porcelain figures which are super freaking cool but anyways I saw that there was a young-just-us set (robin, superboy, bart) and as i was freaking out over the set

I went, oh my god i want a bart figure so bad--and so i went on the man hunt for the coolest impulse figure!

This one's really cool so I was planning to get it

until

BART????? HES SO COOL HERE HOLY CRAP

the website this figure was placed on had the words 'Bart Allen 2000s action figurine, $13.99' so of course i clicked on it because omigosh i need it. Yea so anyways that website was blank and i felt my digital information being drained out of my soul so i closed that out.

But damn that figure is so freaking cool.

and thus i went on a manhunt, screaming, kicking, throwing hands!

Ngl I was actually going insane becauuuuse, this was the only image i could find ANYWHERE (i was praying it wasn't a custom for dear life. hint: it was!)

I almost gave up until i realized i was stupid and there literally was the creators watermark all over the image LMFAO (ironcowprod.com)

So i open the page and go through alllll of his figurine images

let me note that I have become fully aware that I could definitely not buy this bart BUT i just really wanted a sign that the figurine i've been going crazy over exists

so basically im scrolling an scrolling and scrolling annnnnd

Nada. No sign of life at all.

Okay maybe me being heartbroken sounds like an overstatement BUT I REALLY WAS OKAY!

Impulse kinda has a cult following; most people know this character but aside from a few dedicated fans there really isn't any merch specific to him (which upsets me because i love to blow aggregious amounts of money on characters i love lol), so I was really excited to see such a cool figure for him that someone poured love into!

After going through all of ironcow's figurine sections i decided to give up on my search, but, I made one final last ditch effort.

Half heartedly i typed, "ironcow impulse"

Clicked search and HOLY SHIT I FOUND IT WHATTHEFU

I swear in this moment the world gave me a high five.

The figure was created on March 18th, 2000, and it was awesome.

GOSH HES SUCH A COOL GUY

I was super excited just seeing the figure, just admiring it ya'know?

Then i read the description

Oh okay so he didn't make it from scratch and used another as a model haha cool

but what are the chances that base model from the literal year 2000 is still around haha

what.

WHAT.

so guess who has experience: painting figurines, using magic sculpt, and sanding down weird shit for funsies.

Anyways theres a figure in my cart and im ready to paint :]

(Thanks anyone who read through all of this LOL, the figure im making will be heavily based off of iron-cow production's and they are super freaking cool like seriously their work is just inspiration heaven so please please for your sake check out their page it's awesome!)

[blueberryinko]

How about this story idea/request??

Due to Covid + Quarantine, a boyfriend had been stuck over seas not being able to get back with her girlfriend back in the US (so imagine if the story took place today, that would of meant he was stuck in that other country for at least three years), only to finally get the opportunity to get back home.

He would get to his house where he and his girlfriend lives when when his went to finally see his gf again, he would see how quarantine had affected her; due to the need of money, she had to take jobs as a surrogate (with the current one being her 5th surrogate pregnancy with many, many multiples) with the cravings hitting her pretty hard, as she is now a heavily pregnant fat doughball, barely able to waddle and not being able to wear clothes due to her size (she also lactates a lot).

Then after a hard but loving conversation, the boyfriend admits that she loves the way his gf looks, with the couple getting into it.

Also you don’t have to write this, but maybe the boyfriend was stuck in Japan cause it was one of the first countries to get hit by COVID.

(Oh my fucking GOD this is so hot.)

Quarantine Gestator

(Minor reference to farting here only in the humorous sense, I promise)

“Can you believe I’m coming home soon?” Adam asked, looking at his computer screen, his girlfriend’s face showing on the monitor, though anything below her head was cut off.

“What- wait really?” Brie’s voice was pitchy and tinged with alarm, though she tried to mask it as enthusiasm. What would he say if he saw her like this? “Wh-when do you think you’ll be back?” She tried to probe gently, Adam not seeing his girlfriend’s nervousness. “Oh by next week at the latest.” He replied nonchanatly. “NEXT WEEK?” She yelped, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Oh my God, I- I can’t wait to have you b-back!” Truth be told she was dreading him coming back and seeing what a pig she’d made of herself.

Adam hadn’t seen his girlfriend in three years. The coronavirus pandemic had him stuck in Japan, only able to see her through Zoom calls. The time difference made it so that one of them was always tired and lethargic. She’d stopped showing her body a while back because ‘she’d grown too big to show ANYTHING off now.’ Being a professional surrogate, he’d gotten to see her belly grow with multiples twice over the pandemic, and he’d loved seeing every inch of her belly swell out larger and larger with half a dozen lives.

Being stuck in Japan hadn’t been all bad. Sure, the paper-thin walls of his apartment meant he could hear his neighbour blowing up her girlfriend like a hot air balloon, but the sights were still cool, he got delivery fresh from the restaurant across the way, and he’d managed to keep relatively healthy. The same couldn’t be said for his girlfriend.

“Hey honey, I’m ho-ome!” He called, opening the door to his apartment. “I-in here!” His girlfriend called. Last she’d updated him, she was seven months pregnant, and to his utter amazement, with eleven babies “Coming-holy shit babe!”

The sight Adam had walked into was.. really fucking hot. Brie had let herself go too much during the pandemic. She had REALLY let herself go. She was quite literally a huge ball of flab and baby, a doughball if he could make any such comparison. Adam felt his blood rush south as his jaw dropped, eyes wide. “B-brie.. baby, you look…”

Brie’s plump, round cheeks were a bright crimson, flapping her hands. Her body jiggled slightly as she did, completely humiliated by her titanic size. She was also, to Adam’s added arousal, completely naked, pink, puffy nipples gushing milk down her front. “Like a cow?” She knew it, she was a disgusting slob, she couldn’t even move of her own accord! Adam shook his head fervently. “No, god no, Brie, never! You look like a goddess!” He approached her, rubbing her soft, fat flesh gently. She cooed, sniffling. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Adam murmured. “You must have been so lonely.” He murmured. Quarantine had kept them apart for three years. “So.. when did you get, you know, this big?” He asked. Brie didn’t really know, but she could make an estimate. “Somewhere around a year and a half in? I think? I don’t know, I was carrying like seven babies back then, and my body just.. never lost the weight it gained. Doctors said my body was self-sustaining now at least, so there was that. I got used to it, but I didn’t want to show you my face, I love being like this, but I was so afraid you’d stop loving me.”

“Brie, how could I?” Adam reasoned. “You and I, six years we’ve been together, even longer we’d been best friends. I love you no matter how big or how small you are.” A kick from the babies made her body shudder, and Brie moaned. “What was it, thirteen babies in here this time?” He asked gently, kneeling to rub her belly. She confirmed with a nod. “Y-yeah, f-five families, a batch each.. the docs pumped me real full…” She moaned, the feeling of Adam’s hand orgasmic to her. She was so sensitive nowadays she could barely think, let alone waddle. Speaking of…

Her crotch dragged along the floor as she waddled. Small mews and whimpers escaped her as she did so, pounds and pounds of luscious, fatty flesh jiggling as she did so, the big butterball breeder simply unable to move under her own weight. Well, she could, just not for long. Adam caressed her belly as it met his hand. “So, you’re stuck like this?” Brie nodded, her chin hitting the thick layer of flab that was her divot. “For the rest of my life.”

“Then I’m moving you in to my place,” Adam decided. “We can get you a barn, some milking machines and an ultrasound room for you, I got a huge insurance payout from the airline after my flight delay.” Brie started to deny it, but Adam stopped her with a kiss. “Trust me babe, you can be my fat, bloated cow as long as you want.” Brie spluttered, “I don’t exactly like-nngggaaaahh!” She squealed as her clit throbbed, the weight of her pussy on the floor causing pressure in her underside.

“O-okay, I do like being like this.” Brie admitted quietly. Adam grinned, leaning down. He began to suckle from her teat, and Brie’s eyes went wide. “Oh, fuck, Adam!” She gasped as milk flowed down Adam’s throat. The babies kicked, and Brie wished they were theirs. Adam continued to drink, squeezing Brie’s golf-ball sized nipple, watching as a river of milk splashed down his girlfriend’s expanse, dripping down his chin. He stopped to take a breath, wiping his chin. “That.. tastes fucking amazing.” Adam grinned, rolling her further onto her belly.

“Adam-Adam, oh, sh-shit!” Brie shuddered, her entire frame reverberating as fat flesh slapped on her wooden floor. She flapped her hands, no longer in control of her body. The cold air wasted no time in chilling her sensitive, swollen labia, making her shiver. “C-cold, baby!” She whined. Adam leaned over, his hands over her head, fingers sinking slightly into her taut flesh. “I know love, want me to warm you up?” He asked gently.

Her coos were all the answer he needed, beginning to rub her belly. The sensation of dozens of unborn lives wriggling and shifting inside her caused her turgid frame to wobble, and she adored it. The fact that Adam seemed to be just as into it was a huge bonus for her. Her skin felt electric, his hands quickly warming her body. “Nnf- oh fuck!” She was a fat, baby baking blimp, and he was handling her like she was a modern angel, careful and loving.

“Fuck, you’re so big.” Adam hissed, playing with her fat belly. He wondered if her diameter would count as an entire baby bump in and of itself, layering kisses down her gut. “Aaanh!” Brie’s breath hitched, feeling him trailing down, down, down. Then, she felt hands on her underside. Then she was rolling. Her massive weight began to bowl around the room. “Uwaaaa…” If she could rub herself, she would. The feeling was heavenly, his hands manhandling her as she went. “Imagine what you’re gonna be like with MY babies inside you.” He growled possessively.

“A-Adam!” She started, and Adam watched as she babbled, her head coming around again to look at him from her divot. “You like that my big breeder?” She was helpless to him as she settled on her side. He kneeled down, taking her head in his hands and kissing her. “A-Adam, fuck, I want your babies!” She loved being a surrogate, but the primal, fertile side of her said she wanted her man’s babies cramming her womb, kicking and wriggling as they threatened to pop their big, fat mama.

“Oh I know baby, but don’t you like helping other families too? These babies are your gifts to the world, to people who want their own families.” Adam whispered, kissing her forehead. “Besides, you’re just a vessel now, right? What’s stopping anybody from, y’know, taking you as their breeder?” The teasing was too much. Brie’s pussy throbbed with need and her reddened cheeks heated further, sweat dripping down her chubby cheeks.

“N-nothing…” She mewed. Adam grinned, standing up. “Exactly, Brie. Nothing. Which means I can claim you.” She was rolling again, head over ass as she went, until her body pressed against the wall, her feet just barely touching the floor. Adam unzipped, his manhood threatening to tear his boxers in half. She couldn’t see it, but she sensed the shaft rubbing against her belly. “A-adam!” She needed him badly, and he knew it. Stripping off his boxers, he positioned himself.

“Such a big, fertile belly, gonna get so much bigger.” He teased, sliding his cock into her navel. She instinctively clenched around him, and he hissed. “Good girl, so fucking tight, aren’t you.” He loved how big her boobs had gotten, and as he fucked her belly, he leaned over, taking an engorged boob in his mouth. He squeezed and milk flooded his mouth. It was rich and almost like vanilla. “Adam, p-please-!” She gasped, flapping her hands. Adam kept a firm hold of her, pumping her for all her worth. She was surprised he was so eager, but she supposed her milk tank were just so big he couldn’t help himself.

Once he’d gulped down his fill, he wiped his mouth. He increased his speed, watching as she jiggled. He imagined her in the future, rolling about their house, moaning about how fucking pregnant he’d made her, his fat bred bride barely able to waddle under her weight. They’d have to get helpers, maybe maids. Those thoughts were naughty enough, and he could think of several ways they could help her. He was rigid, and Brie didn’t think he could get any bigger. “A-adam, gotta cum, g-gotta- please-!” She begged, vibrating visibly, creaking loudly.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP- “Almost- there!” Adam came with a grunt- “UWAAA!” She came with a wet splash, shaking and shuddering as she rode out one of the longest orgasms she’d ever had. Brie gasped and panted for breath as it finally ended. She’d been pent up for a full two years and she was so glad she’d been able to cum. Adam wasn’t done yet though. And she was ready.

He rotated her body, grinning as her fat womanhood rose to meet him, her swollen underside glimmering with the slick results of her orgasm. Adam inserted a finger, testing. “Nggff!” She mewed, and he knew she was just if not more sensitive down here. “So wet.. all for me? Good baby baker.” He wasted no time in impaling her on his cock. She took him easily, and he was big enough that his head probed her cervix. He shifted his hips, pulsing inside her.

“A-adam, h-when did you get so— nyaaah! Big!?” She begged, alarmed at his size. He slowed, concerned he’d hurt her. “D-don’t stop!” She whimpered. He took it gentle, slow. Her heartbeat was so fast her skin was flush and hot, damp with sweat that dripped down her diameter. She was at the peak of her pleasure and she couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Any other man would surely have broken up with her, but not Adam. He sped up, fucking her vigorously. “Ngggh, nggh, graah!” He growled, her moans in tandem with his, plap, plap, plap, the slapping of their skin went. She couldn’t possibly get more pregnant than she was now, but he could certainly try.

“Breed me, breed me, fucking make me huge!” She begged, and as Adam came with a roar, her body billowed, stretchmarks becoming paler and harsher, her diameter straining and bulging to contain his gigantic load. She could feel his swimmers racing inside her, pumping her to the max. It was so much to bear that Adam fell back, taking her with him as she became plugged with his cock, sat right at the entrance to her cervix. “Whooaaa!” She squealed, landing on him with a soft whoomp.

He was pinned under her, and he wasn’t sure he could get up. They stayed like that for a while, Brie just enjoying being his cocksleeve, keeping his warmth enveloped in her puffy, pregnant lips. Then- “I really need to fart.” Adam admitted. Brie groaned. “Please don’t, please don’t-“ Too late, he’d already done it. “Babe!” She giggled, wrinkling her nose. “That’s so gross!” Adam laughed along with her, “C’mon, you’ve farted before too!” Brie squawked. “Yeah but not while someone has been inside my vagina!” The ridiculousness of the situation caught up to them and they couldn’t help but collapse into laughter.

Eventually Adam managed to roll her off of him, climbing on top of her. “Did you mean what you said?” She asked him. “About wanting your babies inside me?” Adam laid down on her belly, his head poking over the risen mountain of her cleavage. “Yeah. I love seeing you so fertile and fucked full of babies, but I want you to be my baby mama. Maybe exclusively just my babies one day.” He admitted. Brie bit her lip, before confessing something. “At the end of this pregnancy I get a thirteen million dollar payout. We could get married and start building our family.”

Adam gaped, before clambering over her breasts and kissing her. “You know how much I love you, right?” Brie mewed, kissing him back. And as his cock became stiff once again she raised an eyebrow. “Ready for round three? I wanna suck you instead this time.” And he did so eagerly.

-

Thirteen years later

“Belle, help me roll your mother to the truck!” Adam ordered. He helped his wife out of their mansion, the double doors built for her giant circumference. Their daughter rushed to help them. “Jesus Dad, was just trying to wrangle the octuplets! They’re being fussy with Millie and Jane again.” Their helpers were loyal friends to the family, but even they struggled with the twelve children the fat doughball of a woman had bred for Adam.

And she was very overdue with seven more, her body having delayed labour for a while to ensure the healthiest babies, somehow her body just knew, it was designed for incubating now. And finally it was time for the babies to be born so they had to drive a little ways up their land do the birthing house, where Adam and Brie could be in private for their new arrivals.

“Okay, go back and help them then, try and get them down for their afternoon nap?” Their daughter rushed off and Brie moaned through another contraction. “Baby stop worrying, we’ve done all this before..” She came with a grunt, another contraction tightening her diameter. Adam sighed. “I know, I just worry about you.” Brie chuckled. “Don’t, I know what I’m doing.” She murmured. As she was strapped into the truck, Adam rushed around to the driver’s seat.

Brie was a big, several hundred pound breeding blimp of a woman. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[daisygirlwrites]

Task Force 141 + Hunger Games AU

Note: Headcanons for Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. Crash is only mentioned at the very end.

Warnings: Death, Violence, Animal Death (mentioned)

a/n: holy cow, hello hello everyone, it has been a minute! finals kicked my ass and work has been hectic but i finally had some time to write something! been rewatching (and rereading) the Hunger Games series and it got me thinking. Like, which districts would the 141 members be in, their Panem outfits, the arena they played, how they won their games and such.

i might make a part two, a version with Konig, Horangi, Alejandro, Rudy and maybe even Graves, let me know if y’all want that

still figuring out my new schedule, hopefully should have another work out soon! thanks for reading :)

taglist: @bobfloydsgf , @warenai , @devilsfoodcake22 , @itsscromp , @dilfsaremyfavourite

gif credit: @tawneybel

Price:

This comes with no surprise, but Price would come from District 4. Not just because of his love for fishing, this district would have prepared him for the Games.

Since this district makes the children start working at a younger age, he’ll know his way around a blade. He’d be fit too, given that his job would be physically demanding. 

In the books it’s mentioned that District 4 is a Career District. With his training and other skills, he is one of many ‘perfect’ tributes to be picked for the Reapings

Price wouldn’t be the type of volunteer, but given the culture around the Games and also being in a Career District, he wouldn’t be as terrified if he was picked. And when he was chosen as a tribute, he'd be on the older side, at around seventeen, almost eighteen years old. There was a round of cheers when his name was called out. But like every tribute, he felt the pit of dread growing bigger as he gave a fake smile to the crowd before him.

Without a doubt, Price was one of the more popular tributes in the lineup. Yes he had the skills but there’s no denying that he was attractive. Even more so in his parade and interview outfit; his stylist basically made him look like a sea god, dressing him in dark greens, blue and accented with gold. He’s also polite during his conversation with Cesar, making him out to be a gentleman that people swoon over. In other words, he did not have a problem getting sponsors.

He’s basically an older Finnick Odair 

The arena for his games is kind of a mix between the 74th and 75th games. Like, the Oregon coast. Mountains on one side, the ocean on the other. (Now that I’m writing this, I took a look on the official map of Panem and District 4 is basically the West Coast, AKA the environment he grew up in)

On the first day,  Price manages to snag a spear. He participates in the bloodbath, taking out two tributes. He also makes a temporary alliance with the Career pack, only so he can pick out the supplies in the Cornucopia. 

Got out of the alliance as soon as he could and made his way to the beach side of the arena. Finds a small cave on one end and makes it his base camp. Price stays there for a few days, avoiding other tributes. However, as the number of tributes got smaller, a huge wave pushed him back towards the mountain side. 

The arena itself slowly floods, bringing the remaining tributes closer together. This isn’t much of an issue with Price but it is for the others. Half of them drowned and the rest of the Careers were picking each other off. And in the end, Price was the last one standing.

Came out of his games very traumatized, like everyone else. He starts smoking as a way to keep the edge off him. When he starts as a mentor, he basically becomes a chainsmoker in the weeks leading up and during the games.

Gaz:

Also from District 4. Like Price and everyone else in that district, he began working at a young age. He watched Price’s, Soap’s and Ghost’s games as he grew up, closely taking notes of each victor while also praying that he won’t get picked. 

Unfortunately, he was about fifteen when he was reaped. Unlike Price though, it was evident that Gaz was terrified. He didn’t listen to anything as he slowly made his way up to the stage. The previous victors gave him a look of empathy. 

Price has been an on and off mentor during the last ten years, so he’s seen his fair share of frightened children, but it broke his heart seeing Kyle put on a brave face as they made their introductions to each other.

In the past games that Price has mentored, he had two victors, which is pretty good compared to the other districts and even mentors. Knowing that Gaz was trained like him, Price was determined to keep him alive

Gaz had the same skills Price had when he was growing up. However, Price went into his games a little older than most, therefore he had more experience. During the tribute training, Gaz was advised to go into more blade work

During the parade and interviews, Gaz was decked out in blue, white and a lot of gold. It was a way for sponsors to take notice of him. He was also nicknamed “The Protege” with how similar he is to Price, with their training scores, skill sets and attitude.  

It also seems like the arena was in favor for the District 4 tributes, a huge forest surrounding a large lake with a mini island in the middle. Since he was one of the only tributes who could swim a distance, he basically camps on that island for the time being, kind of doing the same thing in Price’s games.

Many have tried and failed to get to him. However, with the remaining five tributes, he was led back towards the cornucopia for the Feast. Unfortunately, Gaz had a couple close calls with how often he got tangled in the other tributes’ traps. Was fending one off while he was hanging upside down at some point

Final fight was between him and a Career boy. Gaz leads him into the lake and books it to the island. Unlike the Career, he knows he has the stamina to fight after he swims back. Had the upper hand for being faster than his opponent, winning the games

When he got back to the Capitol, he was greeted with a hug by Price.

Soap:

So, I’m torn between which district to put Johnny in. I can see him as a Career, especially with how he’s built. However, I feel like he’d win his games by blowing people up and someone from District 3 would have that knowledge. I also thought about putting him in District 12 but kids under 18 aren’t allowed to be in the mines. 

I think overall, he would probably fit in District 1. Even with their close relationship with the Capitol, they were one of the first to rebel. So with that in mind, everyone in the district understood that the Games are overall a reality show. He was trained in the district academy but was probably coached by his parents to not come off as ‘bloodthirsty’, a common stereotype for the Career tributes

As the oldest son of the family (16 years old) he personally wouldn’t volunteer. If he were picked, then that’s that but there’s also the high chance of having someone take his place. However, if his younger brother gets picked, he’s gonna pull a Katniss. 

Either way, he’s in the games. He and his district partner were decked out in blue silk with white rhinestones as accents for the parade. Made his tribute personality as the “bad boy with the heart of gold”. Worked very well, especially with his stylist giving him a mohawk and dressing him in dark blue leather. Was charming as hell during interviews, easily making him a crowd favorite. 

Since his family works with chemicals to make luxury bath products, he has some knowledge of what goes together to make something blow up. He makes an off hand comment about it to his mentor. Before the start of the game, his stylist quietly informs him that he’ll get everything he needs for an explosive event. 

The arena consists of large hills and old castle-like ruins on some of them. There are some trees and a field of tall grass. Has an unusual game plan for a Career. Once the gong rang, he books it to the Cornucopia, grabbing a supply bag and a weapon. Expecting to be involved with the blood bath, most tributes avoided him, even when he just ran off to the direction of an empty ruin. 

Basically camps for the majority of the games. Watching and avoiding other tributes, also getting the proper chemicals via scavenging and sponsors. There are six of them left, including him, half of the Career pack and others from different districts. He needed one last thing for the bomb and the Feast had it. 

Was the first to get to the Cornucopia, quickly taking his item. However, he wasn’t alone for long. The Careers figured out what he was doing with a large supply of chemicals and they convinced the others to form an alliance to stop him. But by complete accident, somehow everything got mixed together in the bag. Having no other choice, Johnny chucks the bag in the group's direction before running off. Next thing he knows is that he’s flying through the air and then blacking out

Wakes up in the Capitol as a winner and is known for being one of few victors to simultaneously kill multiple tributes

Ghost:

Hear me out on this, Simon can fit in a lot of districts. Hell, he can be a Career. However, I feel like District 10, aka Livestock, makes sense. There isn’t a lot of information about the district on the official wiki, however, reddit has some good ideas about it.

Like the rest of the guys, Simon was most likely trained to work at a somewhat young age. Working at a ranch includes a lot of physical labor, so at least he’ll be physically fit. Also in the CoD comics, it was shown that before he joined the military, he was training to be a butcher. And with that being said, he wouldn’t mind the blood and even killing. Yeah, it’s a terrible thing but in order to survive the games, you gotta win it and he knows that very well.

He’d probably start his work training when he turned twelve, which is also the same age for a child to get tesserae. With his father out of the picture, it was just him, Tommy and his mom. So once he started working and getting tesserae, his family’s lives slightly improved. Much to his mother’s sadness, he also understands that by getting more tesserae, his name would be added into the reaping bills. 

He knew the risk and unfortunately, he paid the price. He was 17 when his name was pulled. Simon heard a woman scream in the background and he already knew it was his mother. Tommy was next to him, already on the verge of tears as he watched his older brother walk towards the stage. 

There were only two victors in the last twenty years for District 10 but honestly, they were both in rough shape to be mentors. However, his district was assigned a new Capitol escort, a young woman named Kathrine Laswell. She was in her mid-twenties, always dressed in elegant gray dresses. She wasn’t flashy like the other Capitol citizens and was the only person that treated him and his district partner like human beings. Kate became their unofficial mentor, guiding them throughout the week and helping them get sponsors

During the Tribute Parade, he and his district partner also got new stylists. While District Ten tributes were often dressed as cowboys or put in a crude animal costume, this year they were dressed in all black with white metal panels, resembling skeleton bones. They were also given a mask, being the top half of a skeleton head. This new costume caught the attention of a few sponsors. Keeping with the skeleton motif, his suit for the interview had black stones stitched into his jacket, creating the outline of bones. 

He was calm but serious during his interview, creating a mysterious air around him

Simon’s arena resembles an abandoned downtown city. It’s a couple city blocks long all around. The tributes start off in what looks like an overgrown football field, the Cornucopia being right in the middle. He was lucky enough to get a supply bag and a machete as he ran out of the field. 

His training scores were higher than average but he wasn’t hunted by the Career pack just yet. Even with his large frame, he was good at keeping his movements quick and quiet. He avoided the other tributes, most of them running around the tall, decaying skyscrapers. 

By complete accident, he found the edge of the arena and the force field around it. He throws rocks at it, all of them bouncing back at high speeds. Eventually, he throws one hard enough that instead of coming back instantly, there were brief sparks of electricity.

Simon uses this information when the male tribute from District 2 chased after him. Both of them were running at full speed and Ghost was leading. When they were close to the edge, he jumped to the side at the last second. He looks back, watching the tribute slam into the force field and briefly electrocute him. This caused a small blackout in that area of the arena. 

And as a familiar pattern in the games, all of the remaining tributes were forced to move towards the center of the arena. Up until this point, Simon has only killed one person but during this time, he had to kill or be killed. For him, he was terrified with the fact of how killing others was almost as easy as butchering animals back in his home district. He was silent and quick, always telling himself that he’s giving others an easy and almost painless death. 

In the end, he didn’t win by having a big all out battle. He won by stalking behind his opponent and slicing their neck, as if they were easy prey. 

Becomes a mentor after he turns 18. He actually likes the role but the toll of seeing his tributes killed slowly eats at him. A couple years goes by and he mentors the younger sister of his former district partner. And that was the year where District 10 got another victor.

[bengiyo]

Love Class 2 Eps 9 & 10 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week, in keeping with the theme, I can barely remember what happened in the K-BLs. I know that the younger couples all basically came out to each other, and all three couples gave some decent kissing. I continue to enjoy J-min. I also am glad we resolved the situation with Kim An’s orphanage friend, because that was kinda fucked. The TA and artist are dealing with a misunderstanding that feels a little meaty, so I hope we have a good resolution moment for it. I’m glad Maru and Minwoo finally kissed about their problems.

Episode 9

I’m okay starting with Minwoo and Maru spooning.

Okay, it’s very sweet of Maru to recognize that Minwoo has loved him for a long time and stood by him through all the things Maru went through. I love him promising to be there with Minwoo now.

Kim An is shirtless in bed? How now brown cow.

Never mind, they’re handling business and getting it in.

Oh shit. Joo Hyuk’s friend read him on this park date goddamn.

Oh, was Joo Hyuk with the teacher that Sungmin often does chores for?

Looks like Maru’s tormenting of the manager worked.

Look at my girl finally finding a straight man to flirt with.

The professor was Joo Hyuk’s uncle? LOL

My man Sungmin is so resilient. He realized he’d embarrassed himself, cleared up the matter, and then asked for a date. That’s what I’m talking about!

Kim An and Lee Hyun are frolicking!!

I’m okay with everyone getting cute dates this episode.

I will never get tired of people expressing their feelings for each other clearly and directly, and then making out.

“You are obedient at important moments,” and  “Let’s have many important moments. I promise I’ll be a good boy,” what actually so hot.

I appreciate that there was probably a limit to how physically intimate they could get an idol like J-min to be in this show, and so they fed us with the sides. It’s something Thailand relied upon a lot for a while. J-min served well by being so talented in the early parts when I was struggling a bit. This show has struck a really nice balance after I settled into it.

I see you boys rolling around with each other and I know what that means. Nicely done, sirs.

I love that the tag is giving us the backstory for how Joo Hyuk fell for Sungmin. Unsurprisingly, Joo Hyuk was kind of a whiny drunk.

Episode 10

Now we’re on a Gays Only Camping Trip? Incredible.

This looks like so much fun omg.

These people have immaculate vibes. This is way better than whatever the fuck was going on in Our Skyy 2: Star in My Mind.

This supermarket trip is so cute holy shit.

You mean the tell me this is a gay bbq and they didn’t know they was all paired off? Gay people are so dumb.

I love this conversation between Minwoo and Lee Hyun about how Minwoo used to be jealous of Lee Hyun’s feelings.

This show is doing a really good job showing couples settling into each other in its finale.

Okay, deciding to no longer kiss in the shadows is such a baller gay thing to say that this show just earned half a point.

Okay this photo is really good.

Final Verdict: 8.5, This Was Cute as Hell. I want to thank @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle for getting me to keep going with this show. I think it was a little hard to follow at first, but I had really satisfying outings with all of the characters here. It was kind of a grab bag of plots, but once I locked in I had a fantastic time. This was really fun, and a worthwhile watch. J-min has real talent and I was impressed by him.

[sillytaetime]

J.JK~ Back in time

Desc:// Since graduating high school, you started a part-time job at a cafe. One day during your shift, your high school bully comes in but he’s HOT.

Warnings:// Slight angst, enemies to lovers, fluff

Pairings:// Bully!Jk x Nerdy!reader

WC:// 892

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I’ve never had any boyfriends. In high school, I was kind of seen as the ugly duckling. I was called names, pushed around, and told I wasn’t good enough. It can’t get any worse than that, right? Wrong. Jeon Jungkook made it worse. He was the school’s bully. He turned into a really big jerk after his crush turned him down for being too ugly. In a sense, I felt bad for him. 

I don’t know why i was the one he chose to target, but I was the chosen one, I guess. 

Jungkook gave me many nicknames from freshman year to senior year. His favorite ones were cow, fuckface, and oxygen thief. Over time I grew immune to his insults. Did I believe every word he said? Yeah, but it no longer hurt the way it did freshman year.

I guess it became a kind of feud between us. I started fighting back junior year. 

��Hey fuckface.” “Hey puddle shit.” “Damn, a new nickname? It’s like you never stop thinking about me.” He had a point, I dwell trying to come up with new things to say to him in my free time. “Anyways, too bad we only have 1 month left with each other till we graduate.” You were very aware of this. You’ve been counting down the days till graduation, when you’d no longer have to look this shit stain in the face. 

~ 1 year after graduation ~

Since my high school graduation, i started working at a cafe that’s about a block away from my apartment and 2 blocks away from my college. It pays decent. I’m saving up to be able to get a car. My parents don’t have the money to lend me anything so I’m working to support myself all on my own and I have been since the day I turned 18. 

Maybe the reason I was bullied so much was because my parents never made much. I often had to wear clothes more than once in a week without washing it, my socks had holes in them, and my shoes were practically falling apart but at least I had 2 loving parents who did their best.

Today, I work a really long shift. I have to open the cafe and close up. About 10 hours into my shift, a very hot but familiar man walks through the door and up to my register. “Hey, I’ll get a caramel macchiato, please” “Coming right up, that’ll be $6.25″ The man pays and goes and sits by the window with his drink. 

Everyone had left, except for this guy. I was getting ready to close up, so I walked over to where he had sat these last 2 hours. “Hey, we’re getting ready to close up for the night...” “Oh, right. Sorry, I must have lost track of time.” He looks at me and his jaw drops. “Y/N?” He knows my name?? “Do I know you?” He seems kind of surprised that you don’t remember him. He was so hot I definitely would’ve remembered him. “It’s Jeon Jungkook from high school.” 

Oh, holy fuck. Since when was the Jeon Jungkook this hot? “It’s been a while, how have you been?” “I’ve been well. Mostly studying for my classes.” “Well, look at who’s the nerd now.” I laugh. He laughs too. “Would you maybe want to go for a walk in the park and catch up?” I nod and start making my way towards the door.

Why would i turn him down? I don’t really hold grudges against people, high school is high school. Sure, he was a jerk, but I wasn’t nice to him either.

For about half an hour, we just walked in silence, enjoying the sunset until he spoke up. “Listen, I feel really bad about how I treated you in high school.” “It’s ok, i didn’t treat you well either.” “No, it’s not ok. I deserved every name you called me. You never deserved that. I got my feelings hurt and I just immediately started treated you badly because I was embarrassed you didn’t like me back.” 

Wait... Was I the girl? “What do you mean I didn’t like you back?” “I left those flowers and note in your locker, and you threw them away. Remember?” Oh shit. I thought that was a practical joke and that no one actually liked me. “Oh my god, i feel so bad now.” “Don’t, it taught me a lot.” “Really?” “Yeah, it taught me that if i really want something I need to go up and do it myself instead of just leaving a stupid note.” “I guess that’s a pretty valuable lesson.” “Yeah, I’m really glad i ran into you actually, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” 

He stops walking and turns to me. “I can’t live my life regretting the way I told you in high school, so I want to ask you out properly.” This is not happening... I can’t believe I’m about to be asked out by my high school bully. “Would you like to go on a date with me, Y/N?” “Yes.”

I could see his eyes light up. I guess everyone has the thing they truly want, this is his. Who knows what could come from this, but I’m willing to give it a try.

[sunmoonandeddie]

rockstar!eddie headcanons

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x reader a/n: holy fuck i haven't written anything fandom related in so long?? also i've never really done headcanons before so let's see how writing in this format goes?? freak 1 was literally called freak 1 in the credits (he's the one that's like "over my dead body!" in the d&d scene and "we're an easy target" in the cafeteria scene) so i have decided his name is frankie!!! also, thank you to @matchamunson for letting me rant about this and get all my ideas out!!!! (also this will be continued lol)

listen eddie got the FUCCKKKKK outta hawkins as soon as he graduated

there was no way he could stand to stay in a town where half of the residents thought of him as a murderer (even if he'd been cleared of all charges) and the other half still thought of him as a freak

wayne understands. of course he does. his poor boy has been put through the wringer, and all he wanted was for his son* to be happy (and safe and alive)

*wayne is more of a father to him than his biological father ever was, okay?? and after he comes back from the upside down, he just straight up calls him dad.

so eddie loads up his van and starts driving around the country, picking up gigs where ever he could, auditioning as a backup guitarist for bands he didn't like and didn't feel right

it never felt as right as it did with corroded coffin.

which is why he drives back to hawkins for the first time since he'd graduated and asked his old bandmates to take a shot in the dark and try to make their band happen.

of fucking course they agree???

why wouldn't they??

(eddie doesn't even know how hard it is for people to say no to him because of his big dumb cute cow eyes)

he meets you somewhere on the road, your thumb held high in the air and a duffel bag at your feet

and wouldn't you know it, you were on the road, too*

*he hadn't unlocked your backstory yet, but fuck did he want to

the band finds out you're a writer and fuck, they need help because their lyric writing skills are not what they need to make it big

and of course it's cheaper to live with five people in a place than just four!!

so that's how you end up with four new best friends/roommates/employers (sorta)

you all find a three bedroom, two bath for a pretty good price.

the guys insist on you getting your own room, and then they'll all double up, insisting that it'll be the college dorm experience they never got!!!

there's a lot of working shitty jobs and playing gigs at different dive bars every night just to have to wake up early for their day jobs again for a while

sundays, though. sundays are the days that all of you specifically put that none of you are available because that's when 1. you all get to fucking relax and 2. when you work on writing songs all together and not separately

Sundays are Sacred

the Falling in Love Thing happens slowly

you and eddie just seemed to click in a special way when you first meet and you just get closer and closer as time goes on

until suddenly you're the only two awake in the living room at two in the morning, an empty pizza box off discarded to the side right along with his guitar and both of your song writing notebooks

you can't stop giggling, even when it turns to more serious topics

and suddenly eddie thinks "i wanna laugh with you for the rest of my life" and yeah, he knew he had a crush on you but holy shit, he's like... in love in love.

he doesn't even give himself time to overthink or get insecure before he's kissing you something fierce

hands (with the rings of course) holding your face like you're the most precious diamond on earth*

*to him you are

but then you two get so worried about making it weird with the rest of the guys and you refuse to let it ruin the band and the little family you've made for yourself, so you agree to take it slow

dates here and there, that usually happen because no one else was up for going for ice cream so late at night

but the scary part is

is that you two work????

at first you thought maybe it was just the honeymoon phase but then you two have been going on dates and kissing in secret for five months and it's??? amazing??

you're skeptical at first because Good Relationships Don't Happen to You and you're pretty sure you maxed out your chances when you got four best friends

but even then, it's not until three months later that eddie asks you to date him

"i thought we already were dating"

"i mean exclusively."

"you mean you want me to be your girlfriend?"

"yes. sure. whatever terminology it fucking is."

when you sit down the guys to tell them they're straight up like, "oh. was that supposed to be a secret?"

"you two aren't exactly subtle and eddie accidentally played footsie with jeff and not you just two nights ago?"

it's about a year after they get to the city that they land a gig playing every night for a popular bar where all the metal heads like to hang out

and it's paid!!!

eddie and the guys are so excited that they don't have to spend every fucking day selling their souls to capitalism!!

(they still have to sell their souls to capitalism for like two shifts a week because they do still have bills to pay)

(they do insist that you also cut back on your shifts and that you take a portion of the money they get to play every night because you're their Songwriter you are Part of the Band.)

and then it's six months after they started their cushy new gig that some hot shot recording producer happened to be in the crowd and fucking loved them.

it's not until after they release their first album and people are going crazy for them that they realize

holy shit

we're rockstars

[rhondafromhr]

Chapter 3 of the nerds corruption au

Update: this is still consuming my life and I’m not even mad about it. I’m just straight up having a good time.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

“We’re Gonna Become the Bullies” - Chapter 3: Hold Me Closer Than Before

Peter can’t believe he’s actually doing this. He’s going to go confront Brad Callahan. Not only that, he has Max goddamn Jägerman psyching him up to do it. The same Max Jägerman that was beating him up for trying to talk to Steph not even a week ago. If Max still objected to it now, he probably would’ve said something about them holding hands, so it looks like they have his blessing. Pete’s really glad Steph joined them. It’s both endearing and kind of hot how fired up she is to defend him.

They finally track Brad down in the hallway and corner him. Max takes the lead, shoving him up against a locker and snarling, “Did I not make myself clear that Spankoffski is off-limits now? Who the fuck do you think you are that you get to talk to him like that? The order of things here at Hatchetfield High has changed and there’s nothing your weak ass can do about it, so you’re going to show him some goddamn respect from now on.”

“Oh, what, just because I called him one little name? He’s suddenly too cool for ‘Micro-Peter’ just ‘cause you said so?” Brad fires back.

“What are you, new here? Yes he fucking is, that’s how it works! Don’t forget, I’m your god,” Max says, staring him down with unbridled fury in his eyes “And now, so are these two. So we’re going to make sure the message gets through your thick skull this time. Steph, I believe you mentioned something you’ve always dreamed of doing.” Max restrains him while Stephanie raises her arm and backhands him hard, her other one still gripping Pete’s. How’s that for learning to multitask, Miss Tessburger? she thinks smugly. God, that was fucking cathartic.

Max turns his attention to Peter, Brad still in his grip. “Okay, Pete, you’re up! Throw a punch, show me what you’ve got!”

Peter reluctantly lets go of Stephanie’s hand and begins winding up his fist. He has no idea what he’s doing. The closest he’s ever gotten to a fight was that one time he tried to stand up to Max and that didn’t exactly work out in his favor. Or maybe it did? It was the catalyst for the Waylon place incident, which is the whole reason he’s in Max’s good graces. But, he realizes, if he wants to stay there, it would do him some good to impress Max and not throw a weak, half-assed punch right now. To motivate himself, he thinks back to the pantsing incident, growing angrier and angrier as he remembers how small and humiliated and helpless Brad made him feel. Suddenly, punching Brad square in the face as hard as he can stops being an obligation to hesitantly fulfill and becomes a long-overdue opportunity he absolutely relishes. As Pete’s fist slams into his face, Brad tries to play it off like it doesn’t hurt, but the pained groan he lets out is unmistakable. Holy cow, Pete realizes, he gave him a black eye!

“Good job! That was actually really good for a first try. I could feel the righteous fury just radiating off of you. Chills. I’ve got chills right now,” Max says encouragingly.

“Oh, um, thanks. That’s what I was going for,” Pete replies, a little dazed.

“You, too, Steph. The form on that slap? Absolutely impeccable. You might even be able to teach me a few things.”

“Well, I have been training for this. At this point I’ve probably done like ten thousand practice runs of this scenario in my head,” Stephanie deadpans.

“Well, team, this has been fun, but we’ve gotta get to class now, so this trash’ll just have to deposit itself into the nearest receptacle!” Max releases Brad, who books it to get away from them. Looks like their message sunk in.

Later that day, Peter sits in Calc and as hard as he tries to focus, his mind keeps wandering back to the incident with Brad. Even if he didn’t do it alone, he can’t believe he actually beat somebody up. He feels like he should feel at least a little bit guilty, but he doesn’t, and he feels a little guilty for that. Then again, why should he? When has Brad been anything but a complete asshole to him? Still, it kind of concerns him how good it felt to be the one in control for once. Before he can dwell on it too much, a stern, clear voice over the intercom interrupts his internal debate.

“Would Stephanie Lauter, Peter Spankoffski and Max Jägerman please report to the principal’s office immediately? I repeat, Stephanie Lauter, Peter Spankoffski and Max Jägerman to the principal’s office.” Well, there’s a sentence he never thought he’d hear. Even just “Peter Spankoffski to the principal’s office” would be unusual. He really should’ve been prepared for this, but the possibility didn’t even cross his mind. Somehow, it felt like being with Max would give him some sort of immunity. He packs his things and stands up to leave, hyper-aware of his classmates’ curious gazes burning into him.

When he arrives outside of Principal Blim’s office, Steph and Max are already there waiting for him. Stephanie slouches in the cheap, blue plastic chair and seems more bored than anything. Much to her father’s dismay, this is a pretty familiar scene for her. Max just looks confused and possibly a little nervous. Peter supposes that makes sense; there’s a good chance he’s never been here, either. Max has been doing stuff like this for years and hasn’t gotten in trouble once. The school cares way more about keeping their star quarterback on the field and beating Clivesdale than they do about bullying. Principal Blim cracks open the door and pokes his head out.

“Oh, good, you’re all here. Take a minute to collect yourselves if you need and come on in. Let’s start a dialogue,” he says.

Stephanie notices how tense the boys both look. She can’t help but crack a smile. It goes without saying that Pete is adorable, but the sight of literal monster Max Jägerman dropping his tough-guy persona and acting like a scared little kid about getting a scolding from their (honestly pretty chill and understanding) principal is pretty entertaining, too. She squeezes Pete’s hand and gives Max a little pat on his shoulder.

“It’ll be alright,” she whispers as they all head in. It seems to relax them a little bit.

Principal Blim’s office is surprisingly cramped. Or maybe it just feels that way due to almost every inch of wall being covered in cheesy motivational posters, many of which feature adorable cats in ridiculous situations. Peter thinks maybe it’s supposed to brighten up the room and make it feel less intimidating, but to be honest it’s having the opposite effect on him right now. What is it that Max always says about intent versus impact?

“Well, I assume you all know why I called you here today,” he says gently. Stephanie shakes her head and gives him the most puzzled look she can manage. Max and Pete follow her lead.

“You know, owning up to our mistakes is the first step towards doing better. But you don’t seem quite ready to do that, so I’ll spell it out for you. You’re here because the three of you attacked Brad Callahan this afternoon. Quite frankly, this is, as the kids say, ‘out of pocket’ for all three of you, but especially you, Mr. Spankoffski.” How is this in any way out of pocket for Max? Peter always assumed the school administration chose to look the other way on his behavior, but maybe they really are oblivious to it. “Now, I can’t let this slide without issuing some sort of punishment, but I’m willing to hear you out before I make any decisions. You’re all good kids, why did you lash out at Brad like that?”

“He was, um, he was picking on Hannah Foster again!” Stephanie exclaims “We all saw! He’s always making fun of her for stuff she can’t even help and he won’t stop no matter what we say to him! We had to do something, but we just felt so powerless. Believe me, we didn’t want to resort to violence but we just didn’t know what else to do.” Man, being able to cry on command would be awesome right now. Maybe Ruth knows some theater kids that can teach her.

“Yeah,” Peter adds “we couldn’t just stand by and let him pick on a defenseless freshman! Being a bystander is just as bad as bullying. You said so yourself at the anti-bullying assembly!”

“I did say that,” Principal Blim admits “And this isn't the first I’ve heard about Brad giving Hannah trouble. I can see where you’re coming from. Standing up to bullying is always admirable, although your execution was less than ideal. I’ll let you kids off with a warning for today, but if you see Brad bothering Hannah again please just come to me with your concerns instead of escalating things to the point of physical violence.”

“We will! Thanks, Principal Blim! Go Nighthawks!” says Max cheerfully.

“Mm-hmm. Go Nighthawks, fuck Clivesdale. Stay out of trouble, you three.” On that note, he ushers them out of his office.

Once they’re safely back in the hallway and out of earshot, Max holds one hand out to each of them for a fist bump, which they awkwardly return.

“Good thinking back there,” he tells them “you guys are so smart!”

“We learned it from watching you,” Pete points out “using anti-bullying rhetoric to perpetuate bullying is kind of your signature move. I hate to admit it, but it’s pretty clever. And it clearly works.”

“Yeah, it really came in clutch today. If my dad got a call from the school about this, he’d hold my phone hostage even longer. You’re kind of genius for coming up with it,” Stephanie adds.

Max sniffles. “Thanks. That’s, like, the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Wow,” says Stephanie, feeling a sense of déjà vu “that’s really sad.”

“I guess it is.” Max chuckles. “It’s just, I don’t feel smart most of the time. I have horrible grades in most of my classes, even remedial algebra. My dad’s always on my ass about it, too. Says I’m lucky I can throw a football because I don’t even have two brain cells to rub together.”

“Well, what the fuck does he know, anyway?” Stephanie spits, suddenly furious at this man she’s never met. This hits way too close to home for her. “Grades aren’t everything. Look at me, my grades are abysmal, but read my takes on Twitter sometime. Some say I’m the voice of a generation.” She hopes her encouragement makes him feel a little better, at least, but she knows all too well that it’s not enough to heal years of having a shitty dad who loathes your existence and devalues you at every opportunity. She thinks of the striking parallel to her own father’s favorite jab: “I want to have an intelligent conversation with you. In other words, shut up.”

“I concur,” says Pete “Ruth and Richie both have really good grades and they’re absolute disasters sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I love ‘em both, but it’s true. Even they’d probably agree with me. Ruth’s an anomaly, I’ll never understand how somebody who regularly blows off homework to write erotic Star Wars fanfiction keeps her GPA so- You know what, I’m getting a little off-topic, but the point is you’re smarter than you think you are, Max.”

A lump forms in Max’s throat and his eyes water. “Thanks, guys. That, uh, that means a lot.” He pulls them into a group hug more gently than either of them would have thought possible for him. They hug him back tightly and after a solid thirty seconds they reluctantly let go. Honestly, all three of them could stand to be hugged more.

[bigmammallama5]

grace, the way i just perked up the second i saw your tags about a stardew AU... i am *very* interested

so i may or may not have put about 140 hours on my first real stardew valley play through (and im not done im just taking my time and holy cow things are expensive) and like. way back in august of 2021 i was like hey @sango-blep what if this happened lol. and she was like IF YOU DONT DO THIS and then it regrettably (or not regrettably?) just kinda sat there until i got to a romance scene last night and the flood gates opened. i wanted to keep it fairly close to the game without it being a lift, which wouldnt make it an au, so the gist is:

Lena, who grew up with the love of her mother completely removed from the Luthors, has grown weary of her genetics job and the popularity contest and rat race that comes with it. Years after her mother passed and now in her mid-thirties, she needs a break. In a forgotten lock box lies a deed to a property in Midvale, a small costal town outside of National City. Aching for change, Lena packs up and leaves it all behind for a new start-only to be met with the strange and otherworldly as she learns to live in harmony with the citizens of Midvale and the wilderness around them as the evil of her estranged half-family encroaches...

also kara is her neighbor who raises bees with a flower garden bc i have a silly meet-cute idea for their first scene together, im keeping the main show cast for funsies along with building a small cast of locals, im still keeping some canon alien aspects of stuff so i have a spring board, and im trying really hard not to spoil anything plot-related bc i dont want to give it away just yet but this might also turn into some form of baby's first murder mystery a la murder she wrote but im not sure yet i have. too many ideas.

so yeah im still fleshing it out but its stardew au but cottage core warping into ghibli-eldritch cottage core and lets hope i can pull it off bc some of that still needs some work and it sounds really fun in my head LMAO

[displacedentities]

Whatever happened to the mewtwo marshadow fusion guy??

Short and sweet answer?

I'm taking a hiatus from doing Pokemon comic stuff! ArtFight is also in play right now, so half my art spoons for the rest of July/early August are going to making art of cool characters. Additionally, my attention shifted back to Among Us, and with the amount of asks I've received for my precious Cyan bean (seriously holy cow!!), it will likely be there for a while c||

Longer, less kind and more emotionally blunt answer?

I lost a good amount of my motivation to do it, in no small part because it felt like- for lack of a better word- nobody really gave a shit? There's lots of Mewtwo and Mewtwo-related fusion blogs going around, so I think my stuff got lost in the fog. I know, I know, 'two cakes' and all that; but when you bring a cake to a party, and it feels like everybody else has someone enjoying their cake while yours gets ignored on the table, it sucks. That's not to say I'm entitled to people giving my blog any attention; hell, I jump hyperfixations all the time! And all those blogs are fantastic, I follow several and continue to enjoy the journey they've taken! They deserve every bit of credit to contributing a huge following and love for Pokemon and Mewtwo on Tumblr, it's a wonderful thing they're all doing. But to pour a substantial amount of time and effort into my own pieces over weeks and months, pushing myself to try and make full comic pages with backgrounds and challenging angles so I could improve... to be met with crickets? It really sucks, and takes an ice cream scoop out of your motivation every time someone passes it by. It feels like yelling into an open canyon, and hoping there's hikers down below who will yell something back to you. I just got unlucky, and haven't had any hikers in the canyon pass by. There's only so many times you can scream into the void and get silence before your voice grows hoarse and you stop trying.

I got more follower engagement telling funny stories with my Among Us bean in the first week than I did for the first month of making Pokemon comics. So, my spoons are going there for now- I'm simply enjoying it more right now!

I still have a story I badly want to tell, but I have to think about my own emotional wellbeing and ration my spoons promptly. I do still work a full-time STEM job, so priority must be given to work, but my art priorities on the side have temporarily shifted. Rest assured, I do plan to return to the comic I started one day- just not now c:>

[thatqueersteer]

Mkay so I've officially begun my cattle journal

Yak/cow is my theriotype yes but cattle und bovine are also my main special interest since I was 8 according to my old guardian when I met a calf for the first time,a precious hoilstein calf sweet faced bright pink nosed and something in my woke up like a peice of me clicked in place.

I of course immediately decided to name them choosing Charlie sticking by the little guy the whole time but I'll describe that in another post probably point is I stopped eating beef soon after and still won't.

Now before I continue please know if you est beef I don't think that makes you bad,I love my husband dearly and he really like to eat it I don't like ut but I never guve him shit for it at all.

Ever since that day I've had this passion this obsession and utter love for cattle and I actually didn't realize yak was a theriotype until like a year maybe year and a half ago but when it clicked holy fuck it felt good.

My absolute dream job is to be a professional cowboy and rescue cattle and make sure they get good homes and care my happy place is sitting under a tree in the field with my moo crew sharing snacks.

Lately my special interest has majorly intensified in a mew fiery way and despite the constant stress in life it always makes me feel good in some way.

So therefor I've gotten a journal to write notes in and have for info dumping haha if anybody is interested I will post about it when it's finished ^-^

Since it's on the topic I personally believe me being autistic and my theriothropy have connection not sure how to explain but I believe that,doesn't make me less valid or real it just makes me ME and I like me

Here's our dog dressed as a cow and yes I keep it on him and we call him our little cow now haha the bell jingles ya'll !!

[pomodoriyum]

watchign ep 9.

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mr goodsir is now mr meansir (cruel bedside manner <3)

billy like half chewing with his mouth cause hes thirsty and the words are hard to get out

also billy looks like skellington. woof

this was such a well done scene holy shit. angst <3

OH MY GOD. HES DONE IT AGAIN. THE HAND OVER BILLYS HEART (AND THEIR RING) THIS ACTOR IS SOOOOO FUCKING GOOD.

no for real i think hickey comforting billy right before he murders him is the closest thing we get to pillow talk so far. holy

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little ans dundy make thwir move..

you know this scene kinda reminds me of the francis nd franklin one at the beginning of the series. its def interestinf to think on.

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silna!!

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bye fitzjames !!!

his throat spasms…lovely. <:3

awwww bridgens <3

crozier and fitzjames may as well have been fucking on that cot and it would have been less sensual than that assisted suicide holy cow. very nice

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BLANKY MAD LAD !

nah seriously he and francis’s friendship is so fucking cute

also francis’s ‘jesus christ’ was so well delivered!

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peglar bridgens real REAL ouuugh

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goodsir VIOLENCE upon hickey

hicky, desperately: im NOT owned!!! im NOT owned!!!!!

aww the ring…..

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blanky cool as usual

soemthinf somwthinf the arctic only allows you throufh when you stop fighting it somwthinf somethinf

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every1 looking SO dejected in mutiny camp

hickey fucking caressing billys meat oh my god

was that a single raindrop falling from the sky?

des voeux munching that down #hungry

HODGSON FAMOUS CHINA PLATW MOMENT….they are all dissociating so hard.

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the bg noises of the othwr guys sleeping / coughing etc when hodgepodge goes to goodsir…they are not alone.

hodge that was SUCH a good little monologue great job. also your coping mechanisms are. bad. also i 100% understand: some things. the profound things. frequently only happen once. repetition makes them banal.

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au where hickey is a yoga instructor

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tozer !!!!

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oh my god, the tattoo matching the book. is that peglars diary? or bridgens?

ohhhh its peglars. his love through a poem. bridgens just left to die of a broken heart, huh? woof

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jopson crozier tender loving care…. role reversal. :) yay

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oh that is a cruel little trap, hickey. youve outdone yourself

des voeux hair trigger terror moments !!! hes SO fucking paranoid mamma mia

bye hartnell that was very super touching. love how francis is a mother to jopson and like. a dad to hartnell here. he HAS the range

best thinf about this episode is how much everyone is miserable and crying. so much crying its great

face you make when you are super happy about having shot someone

EDWARD LITTLE … i dont envy you.

NICE. great episode. might be my favorite !

[watcheraurora]

Masquerade

I'm a big fan of a masquerade ball. Figured I'd take the opportunity 1.7k words

I wrote this back in February and for some reason never posted it. Enjoy!

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You're Invited! The honor of your presence has been requested at Scarland for a masquerade ball in honor of the Grand Opening of the park. Please show up dressed in your best. Food and music will be provided, as well as a dancing area and tours of the park. Looking forward to seeing you there! Date: Aug 25, 2023 Time: Sunset Warm Regards, His HoTGuyNess, Scar GoodTimes

Scar grinned broadly at the invitation. It looked fantastic. He copied it twenty-something times and put all the invitations in a shulker box. Withdrawing a few rockets from his inventory, he pivoted and shot for his nearest neighbor's base. The floating rocks emerged from the mist within seconds.

"Griiiaaan! GrianGrianGrian! Hellooooo there!" he called as he swooped over the storage area, then peered down into the hole beneath Mumbo's vault where the Rift loomed.

Grian was down there, tending to his sheep farm.

Scar dove in and landed hard against the stone floor. He winced. "Grian! I have a favor to ask."

"Yeah?"

"Is Pesky Bird Mail still in business?"

Grian raised a brow as he turned away from the sheep farm. "Maybe. Depends on the price and the delivery."

Scar pulled one invitation out of the shulker box. "One of these to every Hermit! Item frames are included for the delivery. And I have half a stack of diamonds that might have your name on it if you'd like to deliver them all." He passed the invitation to Grian. "That one's for you, by the way."

"A masquerade?" Grian asked.

"Yeah! I wanted to say a cosplay party but I figured this would be more classy and formal. More appropriate for a theme park opening."

Grian laughed. "A cosplay party would have been appropriate for you and your theme park too, let's be blunt."

"Aw! Why didn't you tell me that before I had the invitations all made!" Scar complained.

"I didn't kn—oh never mind." Grian shook his head. "Sure. Fine. I'll do it. I didn't want to finish the back of my base today anyway."

"No, no wait! Impulse is going to be so mad if you don't—"

"Too bad I already took the job. Thanks Scar, byyyeee!" Grian snatched the shulker box from Scar's hand, spammed rockets to get out as fast as possible, and disappeared into the world fog.

Scar sighed and placed the half stack of diamonds in one of Grian's double chests, sent him a message saying that's where it was, and headed back for his base.

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Aug 25, 2023

"Holy cow, Cleo! You look a-may-zing!" Scar said as Cleo passed through the Scarland turnstiles in the gorgeous, grand, dark teal gown from Ren's king reign.

"Thank you, Scar," Cleo replied with a flattered smile, going to join the others that had already arrived. Impulse had been early, dressed in grand dwarvish armor with gold beads woven into his beard. Ren was also exploring Main Street, all dolled up in his kingly robe from before he was overthrown.

The rest of the Hermits slowly trickled in as sunset ticked closer. Tango was in his finest fur-lined black coat, his soulfire hair burning close to his head and a warden mask on. Mumbo had on his usual suit, but with a red bowtie instead of a necktie and a mask to match. Iskall had on a lime green, bamboo-patterned suit and mask, and he came in laughing his head off with Stress. Who, of course, had on the biggest, pinkest and purplest, most gorgeous princessy gown Scar could even conceive of and a glittering tiara above her lace mask. Gem turned up in a flowing, light elvish gown with flowers woven into her hair, trailing off the ribbons of her mask. Pearl had on a black dress patterned with stars and moons and a mask of lunar moth wings. Grian had even forgone his usual red sweater—or jumper, as he called it—in favor of an all-red suit with a black shirt and shiny grey tie that was a few shades too dark to match his silver mask. False had gone for a suit instead of a dress, but also wore a ceremonial gold sword and mask to match the long necklace she wore instead of a tie. Doc was in a suit with one sleeve removed to show off his cyborg arm. Wels had on his best armor. Most of the other Hermits were also in suits. Even Cub and Zed, who Scar half suspected would both show up in lab coats. Bdubs' suit was made of moss. Etho's still included his facemask. Xisuma'd simply polished his helmet and exosuit and hadn't bothered with a mask.

Scar himself had on a royal blue suit with Jellie embroidered on the pocket, to mimic his Imagineer uniform. He also had on a Jellie mask and a HoTGuY symbol tie bar.

Music was playing over the park's speakers. Pleasant, masquerade ball music. Scar smiled, looking at all of his friends milling about. All dressed up to celebrate with him.

He slung on his Elytra and flew up to be above everyone. "Hello, hello, hello, my fellow Hermits and Crafters! First of all, I just wanted to thank everyone for joining me tonight. Second of all, I just realized that tonight looks like we're gonna end up in a murder mystery. Third of all, everything in the park is open tonight. Help yourself to popcorn and churros and ice cream. I have Jellie ears and hats for whoever wants them, too. If anyone wants a tour, Impulse, Pearl, and I are prepared to lead groups or individuals as employees and the founder of Scarland. And just have fun! If anyone wants to dance, the street is open!"

His friends clapped and cheered. Scar swooped down to mingle among them, beaming with pride.

Slowly, the Hermits spaced out across Main Street. Enjoying themselves. Stress and Iskall were "dancing" (throwing each other around and cackling). Conversations revealed that everyone had traveled to Scarland via the Nether, rather than Elytra, to make sure the wind didn't mess anything up. Except Grian, who never seemed to look more than barely-windswept even when going max speed.

Scar rode the trolley around its little endless circle when he needed to take a break and get off his feet, Jellie sat beside him, her tail draped slightly over his cane. "Well, Jellie, we did it," he said. "We opened."

She mraowed in response. Scar scritched at her and she leaned into it.

The trolley trundled by Impulse, Tango, and Etho having a conversation about Impulse's redstone work in the park. Scar was mostly just grateful Tango had left his underground cavern where Decked Out 2 was still being worked on to come to the party. Poor guy needed a break.

A quiet whisper of a breeze alerted Scar to the fact that he wasn't alone on the trolley. He turned. Grian was standing in the main passenger area, leaning against a support pole, folding his wings in. Despite not having owl wings, Grian always seemed to fly near-silently. "Congratulations," Grian said, grinning. "This really is quite the achievement. And it's a beautiful park."

"Well thanks," Scar replied, a big smile forming on his face. "The work was worth it."

Grian nodded. "Yeah, yeah."

The two rode the trolley for a bit. Passing Mumbo laughing with Iskall and Stress about something. Passing Pearl with Jellie ears on being silly with Gem. Bdubs appeared to be trying to drag Etho away from the conversation between him, Impulse, and Tango. To which Etho was obviously smiling behind his mask—his eyes were crinkled at the corners—and standing still as a statue while Bdubs was physically tugging on his arm.

"The Hermits are good people, Grian," Scar said. "I'm happy to be one of them."

"Me too," Grian replied. Scar glanced back again.

The sun disappeared behind the castle. Then below the horizon.

And the fireworks show began.

The other Hermits all gasped in surprise as the music changed to go with the fireworks show. Grian sat next to Scar on the trolley boarding stairs on the opposite side of Jellie in order to see better after Scar stopped the trolley from moving.

Lights and colors washed over the faces of a group of friends enjoying their lives together. Cleo and Joe were leaning on one another as they laughed at something. Keralis and Xisuma were quietly admiring everything about the park. Doc and Ren were having a discussion about something, but both of their faces were fixated on the fireworks.

The trolley sat behind them all, close to the turnstiles, allowing Scar to see his friends basking in the glory of everything he'd built in his park.

Grian tapped him on the shoulder. "Y'know, I'm not very good at it, but do you want to dance?" he invited.

Scar beamed. "Sure!"

They hopped off the trolley and danced, slinging one another around to the Disney-like music—Grian always being mindful of Scar's cane—without a care in the world. Even Bdubs didn't want to go to bed just yet, instead watching the fireworks while Tango hid under an awning to stop phantoms from spawning.

The masquerade lasted until dawn. Impulse asked Gem and Pearl each to dance at one point—which devolved into the Soup Group all holding onto each other and spinning in a circle until momentum sent them all crashing to the ground.

Scar couldn't help but smile the whole night. And as dawn came, he didn't want it to end. But it would be okay. There were more celebrations to be had in the future. And he'd spend them all with his beloved friends around him.

As he and Grian stopped dancing, he scooped up Jellie and held her, danced with her, and kept her in his arms as he walked his friends back to the turnstiles to go home. They all promised to return, and thanked him for the fun night and great party.

When he and Jellie were alone in the park again, he sighed. "Well. There's more work to do, Jellie. What do you say?"

She mraowed again.

"Exactly! Let's get changed and let's get to it!"