#i have so many tags holy shit

[coficarameru]

[MILGRAM x PROJECT: Eden's Garden AU; Art Collection]

I did a personal passion project on twitter where I drew Eden's Garden characters in MILGRAM. I wrote timelines and did interactive voting as well. Forgot to post it on tumblr but here is the art I did for the series.

The Warden, Mara

Prisoner No. 1 Wolfgang Akire, Prisoner No. 2 Damon Maitsu, Prisoner No. 3 Jett Dawson and Prisoner No. 4 Eva Tsunaka

Prisoner No. 5 Mark Berskii, Prisoner No. 6 Diana Venicia, Prisoner No. 7 Eloise Taulner and Prisoner No. 8 Toshiko Kayura

Prisoner No. 9 Kai Monteago and Prisoner No. 10 Grace Madison

[cozmic-ash]

help help help I can't stop drawing gay lawyers

Trucy should be brown and I'll die on that hill

The fact that Klavier is 5'11" and Apollo is 5'5" 🥹 I love a height difference

I am convinced they drew Valant's hair Like That (tm) in-game because otherwise we would have all fallen madly in love with him

Wesley is my favorite witness in Apollo Justice, I'm so sorry for my shit taste 😔

I've drawn Godot without a mask before but I wanted to do it Again because I am still enamored with the idea of him having white eyelashes

Aromantic Miles means so much to me

I get that it's probably just the way they drew his jacket but why is Miles's little court sprite so caked though 😭

[cosmicgamer]

The way Luz's thank you drawing got rejected by the person it was for when she thought she finally found someone who wouldn't make fun of her for her eccentric behavior, that she is worthless..and then the drawing does get recognized, that it's beautiful and why would it get thrown away. She was finally understood (I am in shambles help-)

[troubldteenz]

man my head hurts.. I must’ve passed out or something… how did thi

GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY

[musturd-artposts]

been thinking abt opm again

[helinedmightbehere]

[m1d-45]

the corner of 1st and 9th

summary: you've given a little too much information to your favorite barista... not that it matters, when he already knows.

word count: 3k

-> warnings: stalking . he is unwell guys

-> gn reader (you/yours) is a hot drink enjoyer . mb

taglist: @samarill || @sarienic || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk

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reasons to NOT think that he is stalking you:

you tap your pen on the corner of your paper, eyes glancing between your writing and the clock. there’s no sound but the intermittent ac and the chatter of voices from the common room, a group of your dormmate’s friends that you’re not keen on interacting with. it’s a reminder of the fact that you’re assuredly spending too much time locked up in your room thinking about this, but you can’t stop. you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, about him.

thoma was a normal barista at an innocuous cafe. and he was definitely, assuredly not stalking you… right?

you go there fairly often

the estate was a dimly unpopular cafe set right near your dorms, perfectly on the way to most of your classes and not too far out of the way if you wanted a quick bite. despite clearly being a family business, it had managed to partner with the university, and accepted the meal plan you were forced to buy. given its proximity to you and the fact that the other options got rather repetitive, you frequented the small shop. it was never too crowded, so it wasn’t impossible to assume that you were one of the few regulars.

there were exactly two consistent baristas that worked there, with the occasional new face only ever showing for a few days. there was no set uniform, as far as you could tell. one was a young girl, likely another student, who constantly yawned and always had to push up her sleeves to work the register. she didn’t talk much; the one time you had complimented her sweater, she looked at you like you were a raccoon that had waltzed in and tried to pay with cash.

the other was the object of your paranoia: thoma, a chatty redhead who always seemed to drag out the conversation longer than he had to. he didn’t wear a name tag, but did introduce himself after you gave your name for your order, like you were meeting as friends and not in a mercantile exchange. when he handed you your receipt, there was a doodle of a dog in a suit at the bottom wishing you a good day.

your schedule was rather uneven, what with waxing and waning stress and assignments and the various misaligned tests you had to take. but still, you had credits to burn and their menu was solid, so you came back whenever you wanted.

2. he’s just being nice

thoma was an occasionally odd guy, but not overtly strange. he smiled and said hello and goodbye in the regular tone someone in customer service would, provided they were either really enthusiastic about their job or desperately trying not to get fired. he wore a plain black tee and jeans and despite the silver tags around his neck, never really screamed ex-military. he seemed rather young to be deployed anyway…

regardless, he was still just a normal guy. it was normal to memorize someone’s order if they came back so often, right? normal. it was normal to ask why you looked tired, or what had happened if you were in a better mood, or to wish you luck if you were about to head to class.

he was a normal, nice guy. he never made a big deal if you came in near closing time—in your defense, their hours seemed to shift from week to week—and still recited your usual back to you in case it had changed.

it never did. his smile was proud whenever you said so.

he was forgiving, from what you could see. whenever another staff member made a mistake, or if a customer dropped something, or if a funny looking bird flew by the window and he spilled whatever he was holding, he was quick to laugh it off. he laughed a lot, actually. rarely was any visit when he was working devoid of it, whether loud and excited or quietly amused. when he wasn’t, he wore an easygoing grin, the kind that implicitly forgave you for tripping over your words or the rug by the front door. he worked quickly and quietly and sometimes you’d find you were given a discount “just because.”

3. you’re probably overthinking things.

the problem had started around the same time midterms did.

the attendees at the tables grew sparser, busy studying or sleeping or praying. there were days when you’d walk in and be the only one there, aside from whoever was at the counter that day. when you walked in, you had just enough time to see the deep frown etched on thoma’s face before it slipped away, customer service smile back on his face.

you debated over whether to ask the entire time you waited. it was the polite thing to do, wasn’t it? it wasn’t as if you were friends, but still. if someone’s sad, you ask why. that’s the normal thing to do..

he still called your name, despite you being the only one there. how did this place stay afloat? surely there was some bigger chain willing to pay the rent. the middle of a college campus was the best spot for a place selling caffeine..

now that you thought about it, why was this place so quiet?

you shook it off and went to pick up your drink, finding a small pastry there instead. you blinked, looking up to correct him, but he was already looking at you with the same smile as always.

“they’re going to go out of date soon,” he explained, “and we over-ordered, anyway. take as many as you want!”

…odd. this didn’t look like a new building. did they not know business slowed around this time?

but not too far out of order. you took the freebie, waited a few minutes longer for your drink, and went on your day.

reasons TO think he is stalking you:

he knows where you are

you, like everyone else, had assignments due, and tests to get to. your free time dwindled to a select few naps, and your, like everyone else’s, trips to the cafe slowed to a stop.

and yet, the next time you visited, he knew.

he knew.

you dragged yourself through the doors on a spur of whim, determined to reward yourself for making it through the past few weeks. god, you were tired. you blinked the exhaustion from your eyes long enough to find the barista on shift; thoma, as usual, greeted you with a smile.

“welcome back! same as usual?”

you nodded, digging through your wallet, but instead of punching in your order as usual, he reached behind him, setting down a to-go cup in front of you.

it was still steaming.

you froze, the sight settling into your exhausted mind, unable to even force your hands to pay.

why the fuck did thoma know you were coming back today?

you didn’t even know you were coming. this was an impulse, an idea you barely thought through.

after what you can only assume is too long, he lets out a laugh. not nervous, or uncomfortable, but the same casual laugh as when he spills something while someone’s watching. your eyes find his, easygoing and bright.

“i hope you’re not too surprised,” he starts, like you’re not keenly aware of every beat of your heart. “i just figured you should get some rest as soon as possible.”

is it worse, you wonder, if he just made the same drink every day until you came back and simply got lucky? that’s the only answer that doesn’t involve you calling student services, but even that makes your skin crawl. you pay as fast as you can and grab the drink, rushing the rest of the trip back to your dorm.

it went cold on your desk, too unnerving to ever take a sip of.

2. he knows your schedule

it took… a lot of mental energy to force yourself back to the estate. you didn’t even want to go, not really, but the other options nearby either didn’t take school credits or simply tasted worse. you didn’t know what it was, but it was always off. too strong, too weak, with an odd aftertaste. it was a different problem every time, one that wore down your resistance.

nothing was better than a (technically not) free pick-me-up. you had all these credits anyway, you might as well use them on something you actually liked, right?

it’s not like you were known for making good decisions, okay? maybe… maybe it was just a fluke? maybe you could ask him about it. there’s even a chance that it’s not him working the counter!

…yeah, not a chance. a quick glance inside shows the same bright copper hair as always… though the girl is at the register this time, and he’s in the back. there’s only a handful of other people inside, so you’re probably fine.

you walked in, the bell ringing, a few patrons looking up on instinct. the girl at the register does the same right as thoma abandoned the order he was working on, tapping her on the shoulder. “sayu, let me handle this one, okay?”

great. sayu, apparently, looks at you with what you can only describe as pity, shrugging and returning to the back counter. you stood a bit further from the counter than normal, but thoma still continued to smile.

“hey there! your usual?”

he looked so normal. you couldn’t ignore how pleasant his smile was, how easily he waved like he wasn’t the reason you stayed up until the sun rose, unable to look away from the cup on your desk. it almost annoyed you, knowing he probably didn’t even think about it. so you grabbed that irritation, twisted it into words, and pushed it through your teeth; “how did you know when i was going to come here?”

for a moment, his smile faltered. his laugh was quieter, nervous, nothing like before. he shrugged, pushing up the bandana around his forehead, green eyes avoiding yours. “ah, lucky guess?”

you’re a lot of things. stupid is.. probably on that list, given your presence here, but you’re not stupid enough to believe him about that. to his credit, he seems to recognize that, shoulders slumping with a sigh.

“okay, that’s a lie. i’m sorry.” he shakes his head, as if chiding himself for trying. “one of my friends happened to see you, and he said you looked upset. i thought you might appreciate the thought…?”

yeah, you might, if that wasn’t a fucking insane thing to do.

he looks sheepish enough, or as much as one can when it’s clear he doesn’t actually feel bad for what he did.

“…don’t do it again. it’s weird.”

it’s comical, how much he brightens, standing straighter like a flower finally put in the sun. “of course! if you don’t mind the wait, then i’m not complaining.”

that should have been it. you paid, you waited, and though sayu is the one that makes your drink it’s thoma that called you up to the counter. it’s a constant, at this point, same as your order and the chipper grin as he handed you your drink instead of leaving it there, a wax bag in his other hand.

“take this as an apology,” he explains, “i really didn’t mean to unnerve you.”

sure. you’re willing to believe that, if only for the sake of normalcy. you took both, the warmth easing your tense hands.

he lingered. he always did. he stood, and waited, and when he had enough of your staring, he spoke. “if there’s anything else i can do, just let me know. i could even give you my notes to study, if you want! i know you’ve got a test coming up.”

you’re learning to hate his smile. it’s so easy, his words soft and fluid with a genuine curiosity that sent chills across your skin.

there’s the possibility that he just also attends school. you’re aware of that. you swallowed your fear and managed the breath to ask what you really, really didn’t want to know. “do you also have ms yae?”

if you had access to a time machine… well, you’d stop yourself from ever stepping foot in the estate to begin with. but if you couldn’t do that, you’d come back to that instant, and keep yourself from ever asking such a stupid question.

some things were better unsaid. never did you understand that more than when thoma replied, eyes as sharp as a blade of grass.

“of course not. but you do, don’t you?”

you put your pen down, the ink from your anxious tapping now covering most of the upper corner of the page.

you hate it. you hate it. you hate that you wrote his name willingly, you hate that you’re so shaken by something you could have easily avoided, you hate that your life has taken such a turn.

you should have just stayed gone. you’ve stopped now, but now he knew you were stuck here for this semester. leaving mid-term would wreak havoc on your transcript, let alone your grades or schedule or however you were supposed to find another college to attend on such short notice.

you refocus on your list. objectively speaking, there’s more reasons to think this is normal, but the downside of lists like this is that they failed to fully capture the way your heart had dropped that day.

it was a month ago. a month, and you haven’t been able to stop looking over your shoulder whenever you went outside. you should really just call someone…

would student services be open at this hour?

you dig through the school’s website for a bit, but only find an address and a phone number for the department head. what “department” this falls under, you’re not sure, and you’re not keen on making a call less than an hour before midnight, so you don’t ask either. no dice. not for a few hours, at least. it’s just you, not really alone in your dorm, both because of the phantoms in your periphery and the fact that the walls are thin, letting you hear the cheers and disappointment of whatever game they’re playing in the common room.

it’s a bit of an anchor. the world is still going to turn, after all, and you need to be ready to meet it; you need to rest. being on edge for so long is wearing you down, and the weight on your shoulders will only grow if you keep sitting here. after a moment to consider the paper, you rip the list of your worries into short shreds, dumping the remains into the trash. you stand, stretch, and begin to tidy up, plugging in your phone and reaching for your water bottle, only to find it empty. you must have forgotten to refill it in your panic.. you look to the door, mentally weighing the benefits of going out and refilling it. there’s people in the common room, and you’re not too keen on being looked at right now, but it’s not as if they’re the ones plaguing you. it’s a common room for a reason, and filling it now will reduce the number of things to do tomorrow morning.

in search of a blessing for your future self, you unlock and open your door, the voices getting louder. some are familiar, but you shelve the memories. you have a mission. you unscrew the cap as you walk, aiming for the small kitchenette against the wall. archons willing, you won’t even have to interact with anybody. you walk, avoiding their eyes and even doing a rather good job at it, in your opinion. you fill your bottle, lingering just long enough to get the cap on without spilling anything, and turn to leave.

in a moment of weakness, you glance at the tv. there’s some sort of pvp game going on, with both players and bystanders crowded around the lone couch, most watching the ebb and flow of victory in earnest.

most, except one. on the floor, hands neatly in his lap, is the last person you want to see. he’s missing his bandana, but he still has that same smile, one gloved hand raised in a familiar wave.

you don’t think about what he’s said or done. you don’t think about the fact that you definitely should have told your roommates not to let him in. no, all you can think about is the fact that he now knows where you live, right down to the suite number.

it takes a lot of effort to drag your eyes away, pulling your feet into the dorm. you don’t want to think about how much effort it will take to leave tomorrow.

you don’t want to think about what could be waiting for you.

[praisethesuns]

theories about the watcher and what it entails

obligatory MASSIVE FUCKING SPOILERS under the cut. this post will discuss one of the endings of the campaign, the path required to get there, and what it means about the greater world of, well, rain world.

this is the product of a considerable amount of contemplation and thinking too hard; it is also just a theory for now although i really do think i am onto something. further information as more of the watcher releases may change things but i want to record what i've concluded so far for posterity.

to also note: i do not have the dlc myself, and most of my conclusions have been drawn from watching others' playthroughs and piecing together the game's mechanics and dialogue. if how exactly one goes about something in the watcher is inaccurate, that is my bad.

to also also note: i tend to be rather verbose when it comes to explaining things. i do hope it is not too grating.

SO WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THE WATCHER'S SECOND* ENDING???

*i consider the "rot"/"prince" ending watcher's second ending, with the OAOA echo's (who i will be referring to from now on as top, due to their name in the files being implied to be "spinning top") as the first

for starters, i think a recap of what the second ending entails is pertinent - that explicitly stating what occurs is tantamount to untangling what precisely is going on.

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the rot-prince's ending in the watcher campaign requires you to visit the outer rim and create rifts from it to the other new regions of the campaign, with every new rift to a region turning the latter region purple on the greater map. sheltering in these purple-marked regions results in purple rot encroaching further through these regions. creating rifts from these regions to other regions will spread the rot further; and reaching the ending requires most regions to be corrupted, followed by visiting the throne one final time.

returning to the throne several more times along the way, the watcher will meet the titular prince (again, that is what they are referred to in the files), first as a presence as they climb the tree, then as an individual (arguably even puppet? which i will expand on later), who can be spoken to and interacted with past a certain point.

on the final meeting, however, the prince's puppet will be silent and still. the world will warp, and karma flowers will bloom from their head. the following cutscene depicts thousands on thousands of karma flowers growing, the darkness and purple of the outer rim's rot overcome with golden light.

at this point, then - credits roll.

so what exactly happened here?

COLOUR THEORY, THE GREAT PROBLEM AND A BRIEF RETURN TO VANILLA - PRELUDE

to start, the rot we see throughout the watcher campaign is very clearly purple - a departure from the blue we see in vanilla's campaigns within five pebbles. this colour is present as a motif throughout all this path of the watcher's campaign - the purple of the corrupted regions, the purple of the rot.

but the presence of purple is especially notable because of one key thing - purple is the complementary colour of yellow (especially in the RYB colour model - and to note, blue is the complementary of yellow in the RGB model, but we will focus on the purple here)

yellow, a colour associated with many things in rain world. ascension, karma, enlightenment, void fluid. this places the purple of watcher's campaign as a very deliberate inversion of what we traditionally associate with the process of passing on that the ancients/forebears/benefactors idealized so much in rain world. and this inversion in and of itself inverts once more at the end of it all, as all the outer rim is overcome with yellow in the final cutscene.

granted, while i consider the downpour and watcher dlcs to be very mutually exclusive branches and expansions of vanilla, there is a particular mention of inversion in downpour that i think should be noted.

throughout the broadcasts of downpour, an iterator with the tag "NGI" repeatedly refers to a "transcendental inversion", pushing it as a theory towards the solution of the great problem. while they are disregarded by the other iterators in the chats, the idea of a transcendental inversion being heavily involved in the solution sounds rather familiar, no?

it's the final culmination of the prince's ending where all the purple in outer rim inverts to yellow.

(of course, for a more continuity-compliant piece of evidence, NGI's acronym has been translated in other languages to roughly mean "indigo" something - indigo, the colour between blue and purple on the spectrum. even if the inversion is not mentioned by them in canon vanilla itself, NGI's seemingly dismissable interjections may have more truth to them than their peers think.)

i believe the final cutscene of the prince's ending is us witnessing that very transcendental inversion - witnessing the triple affirmative and the solution to the great problem finally come to fruition, at the end of it all.

which is a rather steep task to fulfill! but at this point we should also dissect what precisely the great problem is, and what the triple affirmative entails.

the great problem involves allowing all the beings of the world to reach enlightenment - to allow every last living creature to thus reach ascension. this is not just for the ancients, but for the creatures as well - particularly the creatures, as the ancients believe that it is their obligation to the world to spread the capability for enlightenment.

the iterators are thus created to find a solution to this issue that fulfills the triple affirmative - affirmative that it has been found, affirmative that it is portable, and affirmative that a technical implementation is possible and generally applicable - a method to enlighten/ascend all the world that is logistically feasible to implement and carry through.

so how does spreading the rot contribute to all this?

WIBBLY WOBBLY TIMEY WIMEY... STUFF

the regions in the watcher's campaign are scattered throughout time and throughout space. this is most apparent following top's story, as the watcher follows their path through both. it is this very shadowing of top that allows them to truly move on from their echoic state in the end.

but what i find most relevant to this theory is what happens when you meet top after creating a rift without the protection of a karma flower - something directly stated as "risky". they will comment on the state of the region - a corrupted, rot-infested version of a vanilla one - and they will say that all the world looks like this "when they go too far". that the final end state of the world is rotten, decaying. i believe the fact that they take you to outer rim specifically after this conversation is them bringing you to the closest "safe" place - the outer rim's name is significant because it is the outer reach not of space, but of time. it is the furthest future before the absolute end.

so why is the world consumed by rot? what does this rot have to do with the ultimate transcension?

this likely lays within further dialogue we see from the prince themselves - expressing a desire to further their "kingdom", seeing the watcher as a friend - but these specific lines are what is most telling to the prince's nature -

"I am cataloging all things, you know. The imperative that was in THEM remains in me. But I am not wholly them, and not blind to the folly of their forbearers. I am… something new."

furthermore, the room where the prince's "puppet" (note the very specific word i am using here) is labelled as "AI" - the very same that the puppet chambers of five pebbles and looks to the moon are labelled as. this notation is nothing short of deliberate, and the prince's line (referring to THEM (the iterators), their imperative (the great problem), their forebears (the benefactors)) more or less implies that they are a successor to the iterators, but not one of them themself - they are something entirely new. combined with the knowledge from vanilla that rot comes from iterators adds a whole new meaning to it.

the prince is an agglomeration of iterators - maybe pebbles, maybe sliver, maybe more - and they are the descendant of the remains of those iterators' consciousnesses ("I am not wholly them"), with the drive to fulfill the triple affirmative all the same ("the imperative.. remains in me").

and drawing back to the solution? the transcendental inversion, the outer rim blooming?

the prince sought to expand their kingdom to all the world (all the regions in-game) so that they may fulfill what their predecessors were tasked to do so long ago. that they may unite all as one under the rot and move on from the world. not just them, but every last being that was subsumed by their infection - the iterators, the creatures, the world. all is overcome with the rot and all passes on at the very end of everything.

that this is what we as the watcher accomplish. that the ripples of our meandering and of our rifts and of our search for answers echo through space and time, all culminating in the final departure at the end of it all.

it's bittersweet, and it comes at a hell of a cost - the whole world is assimilated into one, and countless creatures and beings had to suffer along the way - subsumed and consumed by the rot and the greater intelligence it would eventually form.

but at the end of it all, the world finally moves on.

...

Thank you for reading to the end. i hope you find something worthwhile in my thoughts/crazed ramblings. i don't think this conclusion is one every rain world fan will like but this is the one that, for better or worse, makes the most sense to me. in the end, we will all have to see what comes next, what the subsequent arcs of the watcher's story tells us. what i am positing may in the end have no truth to it at all. thank you again for reading, and take care of yourself out there. <3

[lovelylittlegrim]

Stobin headcanon that after everything both Steve and Robin go into law enforcement and become a pretty solid detective partnership. They have a really high close rate for all their cases because they’re stubborn and smart and they’ve seen some shit ™️

The only problem is that they like to do the whole good cop & Bad cop shtick during interrogations except they always forget who is supposed to be playing what role and they’re just both bad cop more often than not and now the suspect is crying (they always make the suspects cry because steve has a mean girl attitude and Robin just likes the drama of slamming her hands on the table)

And their poor chief is in the background with a headache, on the phone BEGGING hopper to take them back. And hopper has zero sympathy. He gave them a glowing recommendation for a reason. They’re good kids and great detectives but they give him ulcers.

[dogydayz]

I so desperately need to see more folks write abt the inherent dynamic of how Cygate is like. a very much mutual, back-and-forth protective relationship. They protect /eachother/ and I think that thats such an important part of it all. Tailgate gets dumbed down a lot but he’s soooo far from stupid or plainly naive, his naivety comes from his optimistic attitude and lack of experience with more extreme situations. But he’s so fucking smart, and hes a stubborn lil’ shit, and he’s gathered every bit of how Cyclonus works and keeps it all in mind for whenever something happens and the guy /needs/ someone who /gets/ him to step in.

The “See, that wasn’t so difficult.” line speaks soooo many words. He’s so fucking patient man, if there’s one thing he has oodles of experience with it’s the passage of time having to be spent for a Good Outcome. That’s sorta what the whole arc of that development was about, showing what /he/ is willing to do. They are equal in what they give and take. They’re anchors for eachother and I NEED more of that it’s like my favorite thing to see in art and writing of them. They’re going to make me so ill i genuinely teared up writing this wtf

[quietbreeze97]

THAT DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3 ENDING, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!!!!!

[hegoeshardasfuck]

two is better than one anyways

wordcount: 1.9K

tags: double penetration, vaginal sex, kinktober, bottom Sakura, top Sasuke, top Naruto, background infidelity, canon relationship

synopsis: "I'm in." / "Sasuke!" / "What? She's my wife, if she wants to try take both of us at once I'm in. Are you?"

authors note: i love them so much, expect more of them this kinktober!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59358802

"You really want to try it?" Naruto asked while the afterglow of sex settled in.

Sakura nodded, "I can take it."

"What if we break you?" Sasuke asked. In spirit he'd be smoking, but he's too busy trying not to focus on the ache in his pelvis to do so.

"There are medical ninjas who know better than to ask how I got my vagi-"

"If you use scientific terms I'm definitely gonna say no."

"Let me put it in a way a street rat will understand: the medical workers won't ask why you're carrying me in with blood pouring down my thighs in a worst case scenario. Is that easier for your ears?"

"Yeah."

"You really think we could fuck you up that badly?"

"The human body is fickle, some have bodies which could handle sex with a tailed beast, others can barely handle the workload of sex with another human."

"You know, you're not making it easier to believe that you taking the both of us at once won't hurt you."

"It will hurt, obviously. The angles you'd have to take would ensure some ache at first."

"I'm in."

"Sasuke!"

"What? She's my wife, if she wants to try take both of us at once I'm in. Are you?"

Naruto paused for a moment.

A chance to double team his earliest and longest standing crush with his second longest standing crush and best friend Sasuke?

That's a once in a lifetime sort of thing.

He sighed, "Yeah, I'll bite if Hinata says I can."

"Why don't you just invite her sometime," Sakura offered.

"Maybe in a couple more visits. She's very traditional, I'm shocked she even let's this happen."

"Makes sense considering her bloodline."

"Hey, that's my wife you're talking about.

-/-/-/-

She lays with just Sasuke in her for hours it feels. Naruto stays to the side, still as stone, hard as rock. He looks nervous.

"Are we gonna do this or not?" Sasuke asked as he looked over to Naruto.

"Yeah! Yeah, obviously," Naruto said far too fast to be truthful.

"If you don't want to we can do something else," Sakura offered, shifting just a bit from where she lay.

"I do! I just, I don't wanna hurt you." He takes tentative steps closer as he speaks. In a smooth motion he has his head between Sasuke's hip and Sakura's thigh, "I don't think it'll work."

Sasuke scoffed, "It'll work."

"From this angle?" As he speaks he gathers slick on two fingers and slides them across Sasuke's length.

It rouses a gasp out of Sasuke.

"You'll strain your hips if me and Sasuke are both between your thighs." He presses down with blunt nails and circles until he finds the sweet spot. With a muted grin he jams in two fingers under Sasuke's cock, making sure not to hurt either of them with his motion.

Sakura gasps with Sasuke this time.

As he fingers Sakura and rubs up on Sasuke with limited motions, he speaks aimlessly.

"Really, you'll have to be positioned awkward to even consider it."

He slides his palm down Sasuke's cock with a shallow thrust.

"Sasuke's a bit too wide in the hip for both of us to fit comfortably between your legs."

He leans a little further in, buried in the conjunction of his lovers. It's what heaven is like, he'd assume at least.

"And really, if Sasuke's cock and two of my fingers have you this twitchy I can't even imagine what adding me to the mix would do. Kind of an exciting thought if it doesn't injure you."

He sounds eager as he allows the notion to flourish in his head. He'd been dreading it in a way for the most part, excitement of fucking his friends, fear of hurting them. But, now that he's here, giving Sasuke a handjob and fingering Sakura simultaneously, he's starting to want too.

He steps back and away from them. They both whine as he retracts his hand.

"How much can you bend your leg?" Naruto asked before raising it from the ankle, "I think I have an idea."

"She can handle a mating press," Sasuke said coldly.

"As far as it needs to go," Sakura said.

"Nice." Naruto slung her ankle over his shoulder before slinging an arm around Sasuke's, "So, before I hop in-"

"Please never say that about me again," Sakura said desperately.

"Sorry- before I slide on in, how we gonna move?" Naruto asked.

"Move?" Came Sasuke's next question.

"We want to fuck her, right?" Naruto asked.

"I think that being full of both of you at the same time will be more than enough," Sakura answered with, "And we all know how much you two love frotting."

"We do not!"

Sakura rolled her eyes, "Sure you don't- just put it in already."

Naruto just grinned as he retracted his arm from Sasuke's shoulder, "Hold your horses, Sakura."

Truth be told, he doesn't know what he's doing at all. Still, he slides a hand down to Sasuke's hip to hold him still. Sasuke's hand comes to rest on top of his. They definitely could've set this up a lot better than they did what with the both of them standing and Sakura laid out on the bed.

Naruto falters before roughly lining up, shudders course through him at the touch of skin on skin. He leans in as he goes, his other hand sliding down Sakura's leg for support. Fuck, this harder than he thought it would be. He knew it'd be tricky at the minimum considering the angle working against the feat, but this is a struggle.

Sasuke's incessant whimpering as he grinds against him makes up for it. He still gently tugs Sasuke back a bit to catch the slick on his own cock before wedging himself in on the thrust back. It's barely any at all that got in, but its a start, and by god it's a start that makes Sakura react.

A long hiss of a cuss spills out of her lips as she tears into the sheets. She grits and teeth and lets the burn resolve as Naruto and Sasuke wait patiently, both reactive in their own right. Any motion from this point will push either of them to the brink with friction pressed so close together and Sakura knows this will throw her over the edge. Normally it'd take work to get her cumming, but tonight it'll be a different story.

"How are we-" He pauses with a caught breath.

Sasuke had moved.

"How are we holding up?" Naruto tried to ask.

"Good," Sasuke said promptly but breathlessly.

"I'm good," Sakura said, she was already starting to sound ruined.

Naruto nodded. His grip on both of them tightened, "Wanna keep going like this? Or do you wanna bust out the strap instead, Sakura?"

That gave Sakura a moment of pause before speaking, "Let's keep going."

"Okay!" His enthusiasm is breathless.

For a brief moment he falters, trying to further grasp this reality he's fallen into. It's wild. He doubts it'll ever read as reality looking back. It'll feel more like a wet dream than anything else he'd imagine.

He would try to make it last as long as he can, but his lovers are swift to impatience no matter the topic. He supposes that he is too. This awful tease of friction and pressure alike would drive him up the walls any other day.

All things considered it's easier than he thought it would be after that initial push. Everything about it leaves him winded and panting. Sasuke is whining, clawing into Naruto's hand as he tries to hold himself upright. Sakura seethes out a few curses amidst ragged moans and even more ragged breathing.

Wow.

Holy fuck.

For a moment they're completely still with disbelief. That actually fucking worked. A nagging thought kept all of them from believing it really could. Naruto thought Sakura would call it off, Sakura thought Sasuke, and Sasuke thought Naruto. It's hard to tell if it was worth it at this rate, can they even move enough to garner any pleasure?

It's Sasuke that tries to move first.

"Don't, holy shit." The words are hard to pick out from the vicious moan and heavy breathing.

"I'm with Naruto," Sakura chimed in with on an oddly high pitched tone.

"Pios naomh-"

"Sasuke, i love it when you speak foreign languages at me, but now is not the time," Naruto seethed.

Red rose to Sasuke's face, "Sorry."

They all hold still.

They don't want to move.

To break this oddly perfect moment.

"Ready to move?" Naruto asked.

"If you move I'll cum," Sasuke said.

"So yeah, we're ready to move then," Naruto said firmly, "At the same time, or something like that."

"I can do that."

Sakura stayed quiet.

"You okay with that?" Naruto asked.

She nodded.

"On three?"

"Just move you idiot-"

And Naruto moves without any warning, all three of them react. Sasuke moves next, inverting Naruto's motion. Too much stimulation. He's gonna drop to his knees and beg.

Sakura can't even think. Her throat is gonna sting tomorrow with how harshly she's abusing her vocal chords. It fucking burns, pleasures, and overwhelms her all at once to have both Naruto and Sasuke at once. This is nothing like being spit roasted or even taking one in the ass and the other up front.

She's just drowning in this sea of sensation, one central point bursting across the rest of her body. It's too much. She can't. Not for much longer at least. Her body will be fine but she can feel the pressure of a fast approaching orgasm even cloud her brain.

The hand on Sakura's leg is clawing into her now, he'll have to apologize later if he accidentally draws blood. He'd never do it on purpose. But right now he can't really focus on much aside from the fact he's fucking and frotting at the same time. And he's doing it to his best friends no less.

Oh yeah, this is what it's all about. He can't imagine this with anyone else. Can't really think up much of anything right now as orgasm fucking rocks him. The familiar keen of Sasuke rings true in his ears as Sakura yowls out.

That was fast.

He still doesn't move an inch until he stops shaking so much, knees pressed into the edge of the bed. His breathing is heavy and he can feel Sakura's leg twitch periodically as she whimpers and mumbles. Sasuke is leaned heavily on him, hand transferred to the bed for support.

Naruto tries to move Sakura's leg enough so he won't fuck it up as he collapses. He ends up with her leg resting across his back and an arm over the base of her ribs. Sasuke follows promptly thereafter, whole body heaving as he lays on his side next to Sakura.

"Holy fuck."

Sakura tries to sit up. Her entire body feels too weak to do so. She just drops back down again instead and Sasuke sweeps the hair out of her eyes.

"Thanks," She mumbled out in response.

"Guys," Naruto started with, "Holy fuck."

"We heard you the first time," Sasuke said as he flopped onto his back.

Naruto slowly dragged himself out of bed to hitch Sakura higher up the mattress.

"What are you doing?" Came her weary question.

"I gotta clean you up," Naruto said as he stared at the ruined state of her cunt. A twisted sense of accomplishment runs through him at the sight. He helped leave her gaping and oozing.

"Think we can both fit?" Sasuke asked as he sat up.

Naruto grinned, "Let's find out."

[gophergal]

Y'all know I can't resist r63 so behold! Women (and Pyro)

Bonus doodles (including femHeavyMedic and some commentary) under the cut!

Solly has a mullet, here's a better view of that without her headband

Obligatory HeavyMedic, feat oblivious sapphic Heavy and gremlin lesbian Medic

Demowoman taking a snooze

Notes:

Medic looks kinda like Miss Pauling and I didn't realize that until the HeavyMedic doodle. Damn. Oh well I'm not changing the design she's just going to look like an older evil Miss P

Pyro is the same as always, the only difference that they're obsessed with Dinosaurs and the team started out defaulting to "she/her" for them

Scout's necklace is a locket with a single, blurry, worn photo of her mom in it. She would never be able to identify Spy using it, but it means a lot to her

In the specific AU(s) I have in my brain, the only characters who've been swapped are the Mercs and anyone who would need to be swapped for the sake of keeping the logic consistent. So, Scout's Ma is her dad here and Heavy is the oldest of four sisters. However, Miss Pauling is still a woman. I have a specific reason that boils down to "it's funnier"

[loveridden1999]

people who still hate Joe Alwyn need to get a life asap

[helinedmightbehere]

i feel like my artstyle changed with all of these khjdskdhs

based off this:

[zeeckz]