#i usually don't like stuff that follows the course of the game too closely

[brain-rot-central]

Astarion keeps a journal that details the course of the game.

Starting from his abduction, to learning he's been infected with a mind flayer parasite, meeting everyone, fooling around and falling in love, etc.

He only realizes he has actual feelings for Tav/Durge after their second night together, while journaling about it.

[luvwestwood]

"AFK" - Choso Kamo (with twt links)

"..like fortnite, i’ma need your skin.."

3,012 words.

warnings. nsfw(18+), bf/gamer! choso, oral sex (m rec.), humiliation, desk sex, exhibitionism, trying not to get caught, feral choso, p in v, throat fucking, oral sex (m receiving), overstimulation, degradation, choso whimper links included lol,

notes. my previous drabble abt choso had a lil kick to it, definitely had to make it into a full one-shot! hope u guys enjoy, and thank u for 450 followers hehe, so I included twt links! ^^

credits to @/plutism for dividers, @/adrienwithane for banner.

russian translation by @juliabelll ❤️

Not too long ago, it was Choso's birthday. Being an amazing girlfriend you are, of course you built him a brand new PC. It cost you an arm and a leg, but that didn't matter at all when it came to Choso. Seeing him happy itched a part of your brain, especially when he was the one who would pay for everything: dates, your online shopping carts, you name it.

He never really bought anything for himself. You were getting tired of the countless times that he went on a tangent about how slow his previous machine was. It was doing your head in, so you saved up. For what you now call a 'not-blessing-in-disguise'.

Choso was obsessed with his new PC, and it wasn’t an exaggeration. Part of you was starting to regret it all. The man barely paid attention to you.

Am I the asshole for being mad that my boyfriend likes his gift a bit too much? No, I wouldn't think so. I should be delighted, but it's pretty much getting outrageous.

The fact that he has almost every single game out there on that PC in just a span of one week since he got it - means there's more for him to do. Every day, he'd wake up, do a bit of house stuff then sit his ass down to play with his friends. For as long as he can. Never leaving that room. Hell, he wouldn't even bother answering your messages until an hour later. 'Mb, was on the game' is something that was engraved in your brain by now.

Every time you'd come over, he'd ignore you simply by just gluing his eyes on the screen. If you try to nap, just go home. You've lost track of how many times he's managed to wake you up with his blood-curdling screams. There were times when Choso didn't even notice you leaving, which upset you quite a bit.

Of course, you had moments when you needed him the most. Like, badly. Freshly shaved, he's not even mentally there to take a peek. You could be naked and oiled up in his bed, Choso wouldn't even bat an eye.

…Advice to self, don't get him a PS5 this Christmas.

"Choso," You called out, sat on the edge of the bed behind him. No answer. Per usual, you wanted to rip that headset off his head.

Dark circles were forming around his eyes, endless cans of monster were scattered all over his desk. "Nah let's just fight Oscar, we've got a minute until the circle closes."

Rolling your eyes, a scoff escapes your mouth. Aaand he didn't hear you. Crossing your arms, you furrow your brows. He was honestly testing your patience. "Choso?!"

Choso flinches a bit, pulling one side of his headset away from his ear. His gaming chair spins around to face you. "Baby?"

He knew you were mad. You looked more than pissed. It was really because this recurring behavior of his was getting too much. "Your eyes are always on that screen! Did you even know that I was here!?”

“I-I’m sorry. Look, I'll get off after this game!” From his headset you could hear Choso’s friends teasing and picking on him. They probably heard you scolding your poor boyfriend. You couldn’t care less.

As soon as you were about to speak, he immediately spun his chair back around to face that stupid monitor again. He was too engrossed in the game. It was his squad of four against the only opposing team.

Groaning, you flop back onto his mattress. "..You always say that, and you never do." Muttering under your breath, you stare at the ceiling blankly. What felt like a hammer to your head, Choso's war cries could only get louder each second.

The past few days, you had no choice but to use your own fingers to toy with yourself. You were needy, and you missed your boyfriend's touch. Too bad he was too occupied. How come his keyboard and mouse get to be touched by him more than your....

Using all of your strength, you sat yourself up again on the edge of his mattress. Realizing there's no use in scolding him, you quietly walked up behind Choso, combing your fingers through his hair. You loved when it was down, and he loved it when you played with his hair. He found it relaxing. You could tell by the way his body was no longer tensed up, the back of his head falling heavy onto your hand.

Your hands left his hair, travelling down to his nape. With your freshly manicured nails (which he paid for), you gently scratched his skin on his neck. You could see goosebumps forming, but said nothing about it. Choso who was ticklish, tilted his head to the side - "Mmm," He hummed, telling you off as you were starting to distract him.

Letting out a laboured sigh, you stared at the back of his head. Wondering what to do with him, you pouted. Maybe I should just leave like every other day? No, I can't back down.

He seems really busy. Would he even notice if I crawled under his desk? Grinning, you got on your knees, crawling like a kitty underneath his desk but making minimal noise. You glanced behind your shoulder to see his reaction, but his eyes were still gawking at the flashing screen in front of him.

Coming face to face with his sweats, you kneeled, just in level with his lap. Peeking your head out from the shadows under his desk, Choso had only noticed you then. His eyes widened, the sight of you looking up at him like a puppy had started to cloud up his thoughts.

Grabbing onto his wrist, he slowly let go of his mouse. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he took it in the palm of his hand, eventually giving in and using his thumb to softly caress your lips. "..I missed you, Choso.." You whispered, softly sucking on his thumb. "..I need you,"

His breath hitched, your words were doing something to him. What a fool he was for ignoring you all this time? Just then, a cacophony of voices screaming through his headset broke him out of his trance. Choso's warm hand left your face, causing you to frown. Your fun was cut short. Way too short.

You had enough, deciding it was time you finally got what you wanted. Snaking your two hands up the soft cotton of his sweats, they stopped right at his crotch. His eyes anxiously shot down to you underneath him, telling you off and pointing to his headset.

Placing a finger onto your lips, you told him to just be quiet. His eyes frantically flickered from you, then to his monitor. Slowly, you slid down his pants. Smiling at the way he rose himself up from his seat slightly, so it would be easier to take them off. Of course, he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Taking his long, thick cock into your hands, you jerked it ever so slightly. Choso cleared his throat, keeping his mouth shut all of a sudden in case he accidentally makes unwanted noise. He was practically melting under your touch, into the chair. Gliding your tongue over his pink tip, he didn't dare look at you. Not long after, your warm mouth wrapped over him, Choso letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling.

You knew how to push his buttons, bringing yourself to fully deepthroat his cock for a few seconds. His lips purse shut, Choso slightly biting down onto his bottom lip. His fingers started to press on the wrong keys, unable to focus on the game.

Pulling away, a string of saliva connected your tongue and his aching tip. You brought your lips back onto his cock, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks as you used your two hands to jerk him off at the same time.

The man above was folding at the pornographic sight underneath him. Hearing Choso moan by accident, he quickly covered it up with a cough. “…Yeah, no, I’m good- Just don’t- feel well..”Friends concerned, Choso had come up with a convincing lie in just seconds. His hand reached down to rake through your hair until his fist was full of it. [link]

He lightly pushed your head up and down his length, your mouth making sloppy noises all over, buckets of spit dripping down your chin and his balls.

Ripping his headset off, Choso didn't care about the game anymore. Or his friends. He groaned as you fondled with his balls, giving them a suck afterwards. His light grey pants were turning a darker shade than before. His two hands clawed into your hair on both sides of your face, Choso started to fuck his cock into the back your throat.

Moaning, his eyes shut tightly as his head fell back onto the cushion of his chair. His balls tightening as he heard how you constantly gagged over his thick cock. "Fuck.. Just like that.."

His moans were a mixture of curses and long groans, tears started to well up in your eyes. Choso opened his eyes again, looking down at you as he drew your mouth away from his cock. He smiled, seeing your makeup all ruined, your face covered with spit and so did his lap.

Rolling his chair away from the desk, he grabbed you from underneath. Only to pull it back again, placing it in front of his PC. Guiding his hand on your back, he bent you over on the chair, making your two legs kneel on the soft cushion so you wouldn't tire out. [link]

Holding tightly onto your hair, your head fell back towards him. Choso had ripped the fabric of your leggings that was unfortunately covering your cunt. Grabbing his cock, he lined himself up with your hole, his hands shaking from how eager he was.

Easily sliding in from the slick that covered your hole, you grabbed onto the arm rest in front of you; Choso stretching you out completely. Wasting no time, he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking his hard cock into you.

His monitor started to gently shake from how hard his cock was bullying into you, skin slapping as his balls that were full of weeks load cum made contact with your clit.

"C-Choso.." You cried out, your hand reaching back to his pelvis. Staring at yourself getting fucked like a slut through the reflection of his PC monitor, your ass rippled with each and every one of his thrusts.

Maintaining his brutal pace, his fingers were no longer woven into your hair, reaching out to the headset on his desk. Confused, you kept your eyes open to watch Choso place them over your head. "W-What..?"

His hands gripped onto the flesh of your hips, Choso leaned into your ear. "Keep moaning you slut, let them hear you." All of a sudden he groaned, feeling you clench around him at what he just said. "You like that, don't you?"

Spinning you slightly to one side, his leg went up onto the chair with you, allowing him more leverage to fuck you deeper. "Eyes up at that camera too, show them how pretty you look taking my cock," Tears started to stream down the sides of your cheeks, your face had flushed red.

Choso's hands took a hold of your hair again, his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. "I.." Speechless, you lost your ability to form a basic sentence. His fat cock left you braindead, at this point you were seeing nothing but stars.

"..Use your words baby," A creamy white ring started to form at his base as his cock pistoned in and out of you. Choso's hand kept stamping down on your back from time to time to make sure you kept that arch. "..Isn't this what you've been wanting all week?"

"Y-you're so deep.. I can't.." Your hand reached back to his abs, twisting the white fabric of his tank top until it was all wrinkly. He took a hold of your wrist, twisting your arm behind you. Choso slightly bent over, his warm body resting against your back.

He quietly groaned into your ear, chanting your name like a prayer. You were fucked out of your mind. "You feel so good.. like this pussy was made for me." The pace of his thrusts slowed down, but his hips still rut into you hard each time. His strokes hard and deep, you swear could feel him all up in your guts. Your jaw had dropped, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

Choso's hands reached under your loose shirt, letting your tits spill out of your bra. Gently twisting your nipple between his finger tips, fondling with your whole breast afterwards, he forgot how much he loved wrapping his mouth around those.

"Your cock.. It feels so good.." You babbled, Choso sneaking his fingers underneath to rub lazy circles on your clit. Your legs began to tremble, fortunately your throat managed to choke out a whine.

Also seeing him in the reflection of his monitor, strands of his hair started to stick to his face. Multiple beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. Choso didn't want to leave your pussy. Not even Thor could pull him out. He enjoyed using you like a cock whore.

You felt so dizzy, mind full of his cock. Choso let out multiple whimpers as he felt his orgasm nearing, his index finger hooking onto the side of your mouth. The very last few seconds, his cock bottomed into you, trying to chase your orgasm. The desk hitting against he wall non-stop, his headset that was on you started to fall off your head.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses down your back, his hand grabbed onto the plush flesh of your ass, continuously giving it a spank every now and then.

The wet, slapping noises of your skin continued to follow, until you felt his thrusts come to a sudden halt. His hot cum shooting inside of you rope after rope, just before he pulled out to let the rest out onto your ass. "..Fuck.. look at that."

Using his thumb to spread your hole wide open, his load spilt onto the black leather of his gaming chair. You panted, tired and hole throbbing. You got what you wanted, that’s for sure. Forcing his headset off you, you couldn't do anything but lean against his desk, trying to regulate your breathing pattern back to normal.

"..We're not done here," Choso laughed behind you, your cunt still dripping of his thick load. His hands roughly turned your body around, placing you on top the desk to face him. Using his foot to push the chair away, he lined his cock with your hole again, using his cum that was already inside of you as lube.

"Oh m-my- Choso!" You yelped, one hand taking grip onto his shoulder for support, the other holding knocking his keyboard out of the way, trying to find something to hold onto other than his shoulder.

His forehead rested against yours, the staggering movement of his hips causing the desk itself to shake under the two of you. Choso watched as his cock disappeared in and out of your hole, grunts coming out through his clench teeth as he wrapped his large hands around your thighs. He wanted more, and wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"..Good girl," He gritted through his teeth, "..I love t-this pussy, and you." Choso's hands pressed flat against the desk, his lips locking onto yours. His cock was coated in a mixture of his and your own cum, your sweaty bodies intimately hugging against each other.

Choso wanted to feel all you, he just craved more and more each minute. His hands shakily held onto the sides of your waist, his lips moving to your jaw to plant more kisses.

"You're so beautiful, look at me baby." Choso lightly tapped the side of your face, telling you to maintain eye contact.

Obeying, you kept your eyes open; looking into his but not a thought behind your own eyes. You only continued to whine under his touch, overstimulated from how much he's used you like a cock whore. You were so close to losing your mind, drunk off his cock.

Choso too, was lost in your pussy. God, was he whipped— If only he could stay inside you forever, he definitely would. This whole time he was busy cursing at himself, how much of an idiot he is to not appreciate what he has - you. Your cheeks were stained with your hot tears, Choso hushing you and wiping them away every now and then.

“S-Shit, I’m gonna cum again.” He pants, feeling his balls tighten for the second time, the tightness of your pussy heightening his stimulation.

Your hands cupped both of his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. His thrusts turning sloppy, you cooed. “..Cum for me, I want it all inside..”

This caused the coil inside of Choso to snap, him desperately whimpering into your ear as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “F-fu-ck..” Tightly holding onto the flesh of your hips, he made sure his second load stayed inside of you.

Sliding his cock out, Choso rested his heavy cock just above your pussy. Making sure he planted a peck on your forehead, trying to catch his breath. The two of you laugh, your bodies aching and sweaty, his entire desk and chair a mess.

Reaching for something, you blinked as Choso grabbed his headset that ended up on the other side of the desk. Placing one side against his ear, he spoke into the mic. "..GG."

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Blooming into you, Ft; Arataki Itto

I actually struggled a lot with that header and title so pls don't mention if it's ugly </3

Also I'm sorry to everyone who followed me for mortal kombat I will not be writing for that anymore :( sadge

Synopsis; you're a street vendor in inazuma city, being the best florist around, Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto starts to take quite the liking to you

Cw/tw; afab reader, slow burn-ish, cursing(fuck is said like three times), vaginal fingering, PiV, PwP, praise, overstimulation, Itto is very big, breeding?, not proofread

Alright fellas I think that's it, enjoy or don't

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The bustling sounds of small children never failed to fill the inazuman air. As a street seller, you'd often find multiple children gathered in front of your small stand to see the infamous Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto lose in every game he's ever played. Watching a man with so much notoriety and fame lose a game to a 4th grader never failed to bring a smile to your face, which is the main reason you've never minded them blocking your shop.

Itto would often strike up small conversations with you, usually once the kids would be called back to their homes, he'd lean on your wooden cart and talk to you. About anything, really. He'd usually bring up the flowers you sold, how beautiful he thought the bouquets were. He'd constantly complement how nice the flowers looked, even asking you if you grew them yourself.

The first time you told him you did grow your flowers, he was astonished. It was late at night and you were packing up when he decided to swing by your little shop. "How's my favorite florist doing tonight?" He says with a grin covering he's face. Whenever he was around, you just couldn't help but smile at his antics. A small giggle escapes your breath as Itto continues, "hey, I've had a few questions about this whole flower thing. Do you grow your own flowers?"

You stare at him with a face that said everything. "Itto, of course I grow my own flowers, where else would I get them from?" His jaw dropped. Why this was such a big deal to him, you had no idea, but he was asking more questions than you could keep up with. "Could I come over and see your garden sometime?" He practically yells this, with the biggest smile on his face too.

You'd known him for quite a bit now, so would it really be a big deal if he knew where you lived? "Tell you what, the suns still out, so why don't you help me carry my stuff back home and I'll show you it." Itto nods eagerly at the idea, quickly picking up multiple heavy crates full of flowers and following close behind you.

As you walk down a small path, Itto brings up more questions about your garden. "Is it big enough to store all your flowers? If you need help, you can always call me down, y'know! I'll help expand it, free of charge!" He says with a smile so genuine you can't help but laugh.

"Thanks, Itto, but I'm doing just fine for now." You giggle out, looking at the road ahead of you. He smiles, nodding his head before replying, "alright. If you need anything, though, anything at all, just give me a holler, I'll be there." You hum happily in acknowledgement.

After a few minutes of silent walking, you arrive at your house. A small cottage surrounded by trees with flowers littering the perimeter. You place the crates you're carrying next to your front door, Itto following you and doing the same. "This.. is your house?" He asked, almost amazed at the small cottage you call a home.

"Yep, this is it. Just an old granny house, fit for one person.. maybe two." You say that last part under your breath, luckily for you, though, Itto wouldn't have heard it anyway. He was entirely too engrossed in the fact that you had a house in the middle of the woods, he thought it was the best thing ever.

"It looks amazing! I always dreamed of living in a house like this! You're so lucky, dude!" He says with a smile, patting your back rough enough to force you forward. You laugh at his gesture, adjusting your stance to be upright again.

You look over the horizon, seeing that the sun has almost set; you decide to make a small move on him. You thought that your crush on him was obvious, so what's the worst that could happen?

"Itto-" you stutter, now nervous. He turns his head, looking at you as he waits for you to continue. "Would.. you like to come inside? For a drink?" You ask, looking up at him.

He smiles, nodding his head as he held his hand out, asking for you to open the door. You walk a few steps ahead of him, placing your hand on the doorknob in front of you and gently twisting it. Once you hear a click, you push the door open, shifting slightly to turn the lights on before slowly stepping inside.

You take your shoes off at the door, slipping into more comfortable house shoes. Itto follows closely behind, staying right behind you as you lead him to the kitchen. He takes a seat at your table, resting his head on the palm of his hand while watching you move.

You pick up your tea kettle, placing it on the stove before striking a match, setting it aflame. You walk to your cabinets, opening them up to see your slightly disappointing selection of tea. "Itto.." you start, "matcha, or sencha?" You say, looking back at him.

He looks up for a moment, seemingly in thought over his limited options. After a few moments, he looks back down to you. "Matcha." He says in an almost amused tone. You nod, taking your small tin of pre ground matcha out of your cupboards and gently placing it on the counter.

You make your way to a separate cupboard, grabbing a bowl and two small cups. You go back to the space near the stove, grabbing your clean chasen from the counter as you begin to scoop the matcha. With your chasen, you slowly incorporate small amounts of water into your matcha, until the liquid becomes frothy.

Lifting the now screaming kettle off the stove, turning the knob at the bottom off to stop from releasing unnecessary gas. You pour more hot water into your bowl, mixing it in with the matcha before carefully dividing the liquid between two cups.

Taking both cups in hand, you make your way to the table Itto is sitting at. You gently place his cup of matcha in front of him, before putting your own cup down and taking a seat. Itto picks up his cup, swirling the liquid in circles before taking the cup with both hands, lifting it closer to his mouth.

His lips part, blowing on his drink to cook it down. He finally takes a sip, placing his cup on the table again as he swallows. "It's good," he says, his eyes shifting from his drink to you, "hot, but I guess I should've expected that." He laughs at the last part, looking at you as you giggle.

"It happens, just be a bit more careful next time." You say, taking a small sip of your own drink in the process. Itto continues to look at you, now with a smirk instead of a neutral gaze. "Next time, huh? Already want more of me?" He laughs teasingly.

"Next time, as in when you decide to take another sip." You say, shooting him down quickly; but light-heartedly. His eyes widen slightly as he looks away, now slightly embarrassed at his own words. "Oh, yeah, I guess that would make sense.." He says, his words being quiet enough that you could barely hear him say anything.

He hums in response afterwards, tapping his finger on your table as he thinks of what to say. Suddenly, his eyes widen again, this time in realization. "Hey, wasn't I supposed to see your garden tonight?" He asks, slightly confused.

You're taken back by this, completely forgetting that that's the whole reason why he's here. You look out the window, realizing it's pitch black outside. "Oh, yeah, I guess that is why we came here, huh.." you mumble to yourself, still loud enough for Itto to hear you.

You turn back to the table, leaving your head down in shame as you'd completely forgotten the whole purpose of him coming back with you. You mainly felt bad for getting his hopes up, opting to instead dilly dally while he just wanted to go outside.

"I- I'm sorry Itto, I had gotten so flustered at having company for once that I got sidetracked." You say, pouting. He looks at you, shifting his head to the side, trying to make eye contact with you.

"Y'know, it's nothing to get upset over, y/n. It's easy to lose track of time, it happens to all of us." He says in a slightly off putting manor. Why is he talking so professionally? Where's his silly? Where did his silly go????

Well, nows not the time to get confused over his shift in tone. Maybe Itto has a more sympathetic side that he's never let anyone else see, or maybe you're just telling yourself that so that you can feel special. Either way you appreciate it.

You nod, lifting your head back up before looking at Itto. The look on his face turns from a worried, empathetic one to a loving smile. "See? Not so big of a deal now, is it?" He laughs slightly.

"Y-yeah, I guess you're right.." you say. You look back at him, trying to get yourself composed once more so you can speak again. "I'm sorry we couldn't do it tonight, maybe tomorrow?" You say, slightly nervous to ask him out on practically another date.

He smiles, nodding his head in agreement. "I don't think I have anything out of the usual planned for tomorrow, so expect me to be hanging around your stand all day. Maybe I can show off my awesome TCG skills while I'm at it, too." He says, giving you his signature grin.

You chuckle, standing up as you slowly walk to your front door, Itto following behind you. You place your hand on the doorknob, opening it as Itto slowly walks out. Once he's off of your front porch he looks back at you, giving you another smile. "Goodnight, y/n." He says softly before walking back to the inazuma city.

You shut the door, pressing your forehead gently too the wood as you take in a deep breath. Only time will tell where your relationship is going, and unfortunately for you, that's out of your immediate control.

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The next day goes as it usually does. The only thing that you could think of that was different was that you were looking forward to your walk home that night. And when that time came, you tried your best to hide how excited you were.

As you begin to pack up all your flowers, you could spot Itto walking towards your stand. As he got closer, you realized that he was picking small bits of leaves and twigs from his hair. "Ugh, I am beat!" He says loudly, groaning as he speaks.

"Itto.. what happened to you?" You ask, concerned, but also highly amused.

"Im so glad you asked, y/n. So, today, I had this TCG tournament with a bunch of kids, and I finally WON!! So the kid I was fighting got mad that I took one of his cards, so while I was walking over here, him and his little punk friends all jumped me! They tackled me into the bushes and started whacking me with sticks! And I couldn't do anything cause they're just kids, so I just had to push all of them off me and make a run for it!"

You try to hold back your giggling as he continues to pick out all of the leaves and sticks from his hair. "Well, seems like you had quite the busy day, huh? Still think you could help me carry everything back home?"

He looks back at you, sighing as he smiles, "I suppose I could.. it'll cost you, though." Now you were intrigued, he couldn't just lead you on like that, that's highly frowned upon.

You look up at him, slightly confused before a grin crosses your face. "Oh? And what do you want as payment?" You ask, mischief lacing your voice.

"I don't know, I haven't thought of something yet. But! I'm sure I'll figure it out by the time we get back." He says, picking up a few of your more heavy boxes, now walking on the trail that leads to your house.

Oh.

You look at him with an almost disappointed look, but the smile on his face makes it hard for you to stay upset. You smile along with him as you both walk down the path to your house, talking about your day the entire time.

Once you get home, you place the crates in the same fashion they were the day prior. You go into your garden through the back gate, leaving it open for Itto to walk through. Once you're in, you slowly circle your garden, pointing to every flower and explaining everything there is to know about them.

Once you're done making your round through the garden, you invite him back inside. "Thanks again for helping me with those boxes, I wouldn't have known what to do if it wasn't for you being there." You giggle.

"Don't mention it, I try to do good when I can, and luckily for both of us, you just so happened to need help." He smiles. You just got into your house, the dim sunlight peaking through the window in your door illuminates your face so well, so well in a way that Itto feels different from when he got here.

"Y'know y/n, I've been thinking about it, and I think I'd like to take you out sometime." He says in a soft tone, almost out of character. You're slightly taken aback by his suggestion, but not in an unwelcoming way; at least, you didn't want it to seem like that.

"I'd love to go out with you, Itto, I'm just... Not sure if I'll ever have the time.." you say, looking away from him. It's true, though. With how much you had to be in inazuma city, you almost never had any time for yourself, let alone a boyfriend.

"We'll make time. If you're out vending, I'll be with you. If you're tending to your garden, I'll be with you. Isn't that what a relationship is about? Compromising?"

You look up, taking it into consideration. You always found Itto attractive, and he's giving you the chance to get closer to him, why wouldn't you take the opportunity. "Alright. We'll compromise then." You say with a smile.

Itto smiles aswell, but you can feel a sudden shift in the atmosphere. Still loving, but something about it feels.. off. Like, something you've never felt before. And Itto could feel it too, you could tell by his shift in demeanor.

The air around you started to get hot, you felt your clothes suddenly cling to your skin from sweat as Itto looked down at you, a smile no longer on his face, just a look of hunger, desire.

He looks you up and down, practically eye fucking you at this point. Where'd this sudden shift come from? Was it because you decided to make your relationship official, he thinks he needs to show you he's worthy of your affection.

"I think we should have our first official date next week, what do you think?" You ask, trying to lighten the mood a little.

Itto looks into your eyes before placing his gaze on your lips, watching as they quiver from anticipation. "Why wait?" He says calmly.

You gulp, feeling a rush of new emotions as Itto closes the distance between you both, interlocking your lips in a kiss. It was passionate, sweet, but most importantly, it showed his hunger for you. Your hands reach out to him, locking behind his head and pulling him in closer.

His arms grab at your waist, picking you up with ease and carrying you to your bedroom. Once there, he places you down gently on your bed, having to lean down to reach you as you both continue your make out session. Itto gently tugs at your clothes, signalling to take them off as he begins to undo his belt.

Once your clothes are off, his mouth begins to trail down, lips attaching themselves to your neck as he starts nibbling on your flesh. He can feel your breathing getting more heavy by the second, giggling at how your breath hitches when he grazed over your skin with his fangs.

Your arms lock themselves behind his neck, pulling him in closer as small whimpers that escaping your mouth. His hands begin to travel lower, softly squishing the skin of your hips before making their way between your thighs. One hand keeps your legs open, hooking his thumb around your panties to push them aside while the other gathers a small amount of slick already building at your entrance.

Itto let's out a groan at the smell emitting from you, only adding to his ever growing lust. He takes his mouth off your neck, raising his head to just below your ear before whispering, "just tell me if it hurts."

With that, his mouth returns to your neck as his free hand slowly inserts two finger inside you. You loudly yelp at the feeling, instinctively trying to close your legs, but ittos hand just keeps them open. "So tight, all for me? You shouldn't have," he chuckles in a teasing voice.

Tears well in your eyes as you can feel his fingers moving inside you, stretching you to your limit. You squirm in place while Itto tries his best to keep you still. "Itto.." you gasp out, back arching.

"Does it hurt too much? Do you want me to stop?" He asks sincerely, watching as your face contorts for any sign of discomfort. You shake your head no as your moans grow louder.

As Itto begins to slowly insert another finger, you can feel yourself come undone. You let out a loud moan as your juices flow onto his hand, soaking the sheets below him as well. He looks up at you and smiles. "Look at you, taking me so well. I knew you could do it."

He gives you a small breather, letting you compose yourself and breath normally before gently aligning his cock with your entrance. His free hand pushed your panties to the side(again, he just likes how the look on you :<) and rubs the tip against your hole, hissing and the contact. His eyes meet with yours, asking for permission.

You give him a small nod and he slowly inserts himself into you. You begin to cry again at the feeling, hurting so good that you don't even know what to think anymore. His cock is practically splitting in half, yet it's still so pleasurable.

Ittos hand roughly grip the sheets, tearing them in the process at how much he's trying to hold back. "I- fuck- y/n, I'm so sorry.." he says while continuing to mumble apologies under his breath. You look up, confused at what he was apologizing for.

Just then, Itto begins to ram his cock into you at an almost dangerous pace. He leans in closer to your body as he continues saying that he's sorry, while still abusing your cunt. Your hands take at his back, trying to grasp onto anything for stability as you can feel a familiar knot forming in your stomach again.

Your nails dig into his flesh so hard that blood starts to leak on your fingers. Your back arches as you can feel yourself lose control once again, cumming on him for a second time. He can tell by how exhausted you are that you came again, and he gives you a small kiss on the cheek.

"Taking me so well, fuck- I'm so sorry, I'll be a good boyfriend after this I promise-" he says grunting, gripping the sheets beneath you even harder. You only grow more sensitive by the minute, becoming even weaker in trying to ground yourself. Your arms fall to your side, too exhausted to keep them up.

Your eyes grow glossy and your cheeks stain, a view that Itto can come to appreciate. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, aiming his cock upwards as he rams into your g spot. Just as you were about to vum, AGAIN, Itto bursts inside you, letting out a long, loud whimper along with it.

As your cum mixes with his and slowly leaks out of you, Itto collapses on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing himself in deeper. " 'm so sorry about that, I got too lost in the feeling. I've never been with a woman quite like you before, but god do I want to get used to it." You both giggle at his comment, catching your breath in the process.

As Itto starts wiping down your legs and running a bath for you both, you can't help but wonder if this is what the rest of your life is going to be like. And, if you were being truthful with yourself, you wouldn't want it any other way.

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A/N: I genuinely had no idea how to end this, plus I haven't written in like 6 months so spare me please 🙏🙏🙏

[quartzalynlove]

Nervous

Pairing: teen! gojo x black fem reader

Summary: gojo was a cocky son of a gun but for some reason that changed whenever you were around

A/N: I've got too much tumblr stuff I'm tryna juggle😞

Geto just wanted a little one-on-one with Gojo, but that idiot was too occupied with staring at you as you finished stretching for combat training. He'd been going on like this for two weeks, if he wasn't staring at you, he was thinking about you and nothing else. Geto sighed as he threw the ball at Gojo. He didn't even have his infinity on.

"What the hell, man?" He grabbed his arm where the ball hit

Geto went to grab the ball himself, throwing shade as he passed Gojo.

"If you're not gonna focus at least find the balls to talk to her."

"The hell are you talking about?"

Geto held the ball at his side as he stood next to Gojo. "You stare at Y/N like she's a piece of meat."

Gojo scoffed, "No, I don't." He said as he watched your arms flex while you stretched them behind your back.

Next were hamstring stretches, Gojo watched your dark curls and toned legs for a moment until he realized you were doing toe touches. He finally looked at Geto.

"At least you're not a pervert." Geto walked off as he dribbled the ball, Gojo following behind.

"Shut up."

For a while, Gojo was actually focused. It was anyone's game as usual, both of them staying evenly matched. Gojo scored another point, but caught a glimpse of you sparring with Shoko. He tried to keep his head in the game, but that split second he caught of you felt like an eternity. Your strength was just so captivating, not to mention your beauty to match.

Gojo tried to handle his ball but missed his shot despite how close it was. Finally, the bell rang, and Geto sighed. Coming next to Gojo, he watched his best friend continue to stare at your backside.

"Tell her, Satoru," he said. "I hate winning because you aren't engaged."

There was no way he'd say it out loud, but there was no way Gojo could confess to you. He was intimidated by you. It was stupid that he was, you were so nice, but you were also so cool, so pretty, so strong. What could he possibly have to offer you? Sure, he wanted to be with you, but would you want to be with him?

"Hold on," Geto said, suddenly. "Are you scared to talk to her?"

The expression Gojo's face twisted into said no, but the blush over his cheeks proved otherwise.

"Huh! Of course not; she's just a girl."

"A girl you like," Geto added. "I'm not making fun of you, Satoru, but it's not like she'll rip your head off."

Gojo sighed, his gaze shyly returning back to you. "Yeah, but...who wouldn't be scared to talk to her. Have you seen her? She's..."

Geto nudged Gojo who was so lost in your image that he wasn't paying attention. "Coming this way."

Gojo's eyes widened; Geto was right. With a towel in hand, wiping the sweat from your glistening face and chest you approached them. No. You approached Gojo. He looked to Geto with his mouth hanging open, but he simply hit Gojo on the shoulder with a smile.

"See you in class, Satoru." Geto walked away.

Gojo was ready to kill Geto right in the gym, but he froze as you stopped right in front of him.

"Yo, Gojo."

He thought he'd melt right there at the sight of the towel draped over your shoulder and the small smile on your face.

"Y-yo, Y/N." He kicked himself for the way he stuttered, but thankfully, you didn't seem to notice.

Gojo was struggling to pay attention to your words, more focused on each of your muscles that flexed as you pulled your hair back in a ponytail.

"Could you spar with me next time," you asked. "Shoko says I've started to surpass her. I doubt I'll be able to keep up with you, but it's either you or Geto."

Gojo's brows rose at the humble laugh you gave. He had no idea what your strength levels were, but for all he knew the two of you could be on the same level. Was that why he liked you? No, it was because in spite of all that, you still lifted up those that were weak, by his standards. You looked after the innocent on missions and assisted your fellow sorcerers. You were everything Gojo wasn't. Gojo could feel himself blushing.

"You alright?" You tilted your head with concern as you noticed Gojo's flushed cheeks.

"Yeah!" Gojo said quickly, his voice cracking slightly. Swallowing that extra embarrassment, he cleared his throat and finally answered your question. "Yeah...I'll train with you."

A bright smile spread across your face, "Thank you," you beamed. "I've almost perfected my reverse cursed technique, and if I get it right I'll be able to help so many people."

Your compassion was astounding. Gojo had seen you obliterate curses without breaking a sweat, but they weren't even your main concern. It warmed something in him. Your passion was admirable, and that smile...he wanted to make you smile like that all the time.

You started to turn on your heels, waving goodbye to Gojo, "I guess I'll see you in class," you said. "Don't be late. You're still not back on Yaga sensei's good side."

Gojo wanted to move, but he was stuck in place as you started walking away. How long could he let this go on? Would he even be at his 'A' game when you started training? You were so many things he couldn't define, and he didn't even feel worthy enough to ask you out. Still, it was now or never. He either faced rejection now or let you figure it out after you beat him way too easily.

Gojo sighed before catching right as you opened the gym door, "Y/N," he called.

As you turned back, Gojo started to catch up with you. Before he knew it, he was right in front of you. Your beautiful dark eyes gazing softly at him was enough to want to make him chicken out, but there was not turning back now. After a moment of hesitation, Gojo spoke.

"After school, did you want to see that movie you've been talking about?" Despite his best efforts, Gojo couldn't look at you. He glanced around before struggling to meet your eyes.

You smiled again, softly and definitely catching on, "Zombie Catchers 3," you chuckled lightly. "But I thought you said zombie movies suck?"

Gojo bit the inside of his cheek. Not too long ago, you, him, Shoko, and Geto got into a debate over the best movie monsters. Gojo believed that aliens were undefeated.

"I did, but...you really like them."

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling. You didn't think Gojo would remember how you've been waiting for that movie to come out, but he did. Gojo remembered so many things about you. Even if they were things he disagreed with, they were your traits and quirks. They only made him fall harder for you.

It was your turn to get a little nervous and hesitate before you answered. "Then I guess it's a date."

You and Gojo shared a glance before you left the gym, and he followed not too far behind.

[unreliablesnake]

I shouldn't love you, yet here we are (Joel Miller x reader) - part 1

Summary: Years after your fruitless “Joel phase”, Tommy shows interest in you, and the playful flirting shifts into your first date. Joel isn't too fond of the idea of you dating his brother.

Note: This is gonna be a series with shorter and longer chapters. There's Tommy x reader stuff, but they won't last. Especially with Joel around. / I take full responsibility for mistakes and typos and stuff. I didn't proofread it. I'm so bad. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Part 2

Warnings: afab!reader (will be relevant in later chapters), dbf!Joel, age gap (reader is around 30, Joel is in his early 40s), no outbreak, I fucked with time and this takes place a few years after the beginning of the game, not the series. (So it's the mid/late-2010s)

Despite moving out to an apartment in downtown Austin a few years ago, you still visited your parents every weekend, sometimes staying over in your room for the night if they invited some people over and you had fun. This was one of those Saturdays when your dad turned on the grill and held a good old barbecue party in his home for a few friends, some you hadn’t seen in months.

The Millers came over too, of course. Joel and Sarah lived a few houses down the street, while Tommy usually tagged along because why not. Your father loved them, especially the older Miller, but you were more interested in his brother with whom you had been flirting with back and forth for months now.

“I swear your dad’s burgers are the best in town,” he said with his mouth full. He wasn’t wrong; your dad was a chef in a very good restaurant so he definitely knew what he was doing. “You sure you’re not hungry? I’ll give you a bite if you want,” he offered.

“He tested a new recipe on me for lunch. I’m full, trust me,” you replied with a laugh as you sat down next to him on the sofa, sitting so close that your thighs brushed.

Tommy didn’t even flinch. It was oh-so-natural for the two of you by now, like you had already been dating for a long time. But it wasn’t the case, for some reason he hadn’t asked you out yet. It hurt your pride, sure, but you assumed he just wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted. You were giving him the signs to make him understand you were ready, but he just wasn’t picking up on them.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Joel talking to your dad, and for a moment the both of them turned their attention to you. While your father flashed a smile at you, there was a look on Joel’s face that you couldn’t quite decipher. It was as if he disapproved of what was happening between you and his brother, but at the same time there was something else, something closer to disappointment. Not the kind when you’re disappointed in a certain someone, more like when you’re disappointed in a situation.

If it even made sense, that is.

Taking a deep breath, you tore your gaze away from them and turned to Tommy instead. “What are you doing tomorrow?” you asked, hoping he would finally get the hint.

“We’re taking Sarah to the zoo,” he replied without hesitation.

“Oh,” you said disappointedly.

But then he put down his now empty plate and turned to look at you. “Why?”

“I just thought you should come over. You know, we could order something to eat and watch a movie or something.”

Or something. As in him finally making a move on you and the two of you getting stuck in your bedroom for the rest of the night. That would make you feel good, especially since you hadn’t slept with anyone since this flirting with Tommy began. Whether he was seeing women during this time was a mystery, but you sure as hell didn’t want to complicate things in case he suddenly admitted his feelings for you.

He watched you for a while in silence, the gears in his head clearly turning as he thought about your suggestion. Then he stood up and your heart sank. Was he leaving you behind like this? Did you say something wrong?

But he smiled down at you eventually. “I’ll check with Joel and Sarah if they can manage without me,” he said with a wink.

With a laugh you waved him goodbye and wished him luck, then watched as he caught his brother and niece who were talking to your parents. They were out of earshot, so you had no idea what they were saying, but at one point your mom said something to Tommy that made him put his hand on the back of his neck nervously, and you didn’t miss the way Joel’s jaw tightened all of a sudden as he glanced over at you.

Your mom had noticed the flirting between you and Tommy a month or two ago, and she had been supportive since the beginning. “He’s such a nice guy,” she said happily. So this is why you wouldn’t be surprised–and be totally mortified–if she had suggested it would be a date. That would explain the younger Miller’s reaction, but Joel’s? Not so much.

A few years ago you would have given everything to be noticed by him. He was the gold standard; a nice and hardworking man who was also a dedicated and good father. Your dad had once made a comment that you should date someone like him, not some idiot who was only thinking about partying.

But despite your best efforts to get his attention, Joel always kept his distance. You were hurt a bit, but soon accepted that he just wasn’t interested in you. Hell, as far as you knew from snippets of your parents’ conversations, he hadn’t really been interested in anyone since the divorce.

Years passed and lately Tommy took an interest in you apparently. You didn’t mind the attention, in fact you found it flattering, you just wished he would finally man up and tell you exactly what he wanted from you. Was it just innocent flirting? Or did he have other intentions?

So you waited and kept playing this game with him, hoping he would come around at one point.

“When should I arrive?” Tommy asked with a grin when he returned to you.

The two of you discussed the details, then you left to help your mom with a few things in the kitchen. She was watching you with a wide grin as she rested her hips against the counter. You raised an eyebrow, silently asking what she wanted to tell you.

“I’m so happy for you, sweetheart,” she said, earning a surprised look from you. “The date. Finally!”

“It’s not a date, mom.”

Laughing, she waved her hand and picked up a half-empty bottle of wine. “Well, after I planted the seed with an innocent comment, he sure believes it is,” she explained as she read the label on the bottle. “You’re welcome,” she added as she glanced at you for a moment.

A part of you was mad at her for meddling in your private life, but at the same time another part was happy she made him realize what he wanted. In the end the latter part won and you hugged her tightly while saying thank you over and over again. She laughed at this as she rubbed your back with her hand.

In the rest of the evening you chatted with other guests, happy to meet some people you hadn’t seen since you graduated from college. Your mom’s friend from high school, the one who moved to Seattle a few years back, said you were glowing, and you told her it was because you were truly happy with your life right now.

As the guests began to go home, Tommy and Sarah also lined up to leave, much to your disappointment. But Sarah had to wake up early the next day for some reason, and his uncle offered to take her home and keep her safe until your dad and Joel talked some more in private.

You flashed a sad smile at Tommy, who pulled you into a hug and placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head. “See you tomorrow,” he whispered. “There’s one thing, though, a change in the plan. We’re going to the Six Flags Fiesta Texas in San Antonio with Joel and Sarah, so we’re leaving early in the morning. It’s gonna be fun,” he added with a playful smile.

No, it wouldn’t be fun. You didn’t tell this to him, of course, but this is how you felt. Did you love these places? Sure. Did you wanna go there with him? Of course, that would sound like fun. Would having other two people joining you on your date make it more fun? Absolutely not. You loved them, but you wanted to be alone with him.

“Sounds great,” you lied with a forced smile when you leaned back to look him in the eye.

They left, and as you were heading upstairs to hit the shower and get in bed, you bumped into Joel at the top of the stairs. It seemed like he tensed up when he noticed you, and for some reason you felt like you had done something wrong. Where was the nice Joel you had known so well? The one who would crack a terrible joke to start a conversation?

“Going to bed already?” he asked you, his brown eyes moving to his watch as he spoke. You nodded, deliberately not saying a word. “I’m glad you’re coming with us tomorrow.”

I’m not, you wanted to say. “Sounds like fun,” you lied once again. The corners of his lips curled into a smile as he carefully studied your face, but he remained silent, as if he was waiting for you to say something, to finally break the ice. “Why did you change the plan? When Tommy went to ask you if it would be okay if he came over to my place instead of being with you, the plan was going to the zoo, not to fucking San Antonio.”

Joel took a deep breath as he rubbed his face with his hand almost guiltily. “You two aren’t glued to me and Sarah, and it’s a big park,” he replied, knowing full well what he had done with his suggestion. “I’m sorry if I screwed up your plans, okay?”

“You’re right, it’s a big enough place for the four of us,” you said with a nod. “Good night, Joel.”

But when you wanted to walk past him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. “Why him?” he asked quietly with a weird glint in his eyes. “You know what he’s like with women, I’m sure you don’t want things to be awkward once he gets bored of you,” he said with brutal honesty.

This was something you had already considered. Yes, Tommy was known for being a charmer who often looked for new challenges, but maybe you could change him. And even if you couldn’t, you were adults, you were sure you could handle it. “I’ll take the risk,” you replied quietly.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, sweetheart,” he told you softly.

Feelings from six years ago emerged at his tone and the pet name. That was the first and last time he had talked to you like this, being this warm and nice and caring. That was the day you began to yearn for him, when you decided to try and get him no matter how bad it would be considering his friendship with your dad.

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It was after a friend’s birthday party. You were still living at home at the time, and you got home early in the morning, around three or maybe four. You were drunk, and completely forgot that Joel stayed with you for a few days because of some bug situation in their house. Tommy’s place at the time was too small for the three of them, that’s why only Sarah stayed there with her uncle.

You barely made it past the door when you felt like throwing up, so you quickly rushed to the kitchen and let the contents of your stomach end up in the sink. Your high heels were a little too loud, and Joel woke up to the sound, probably hearing you puke as well. Before you knew it, he was leaning against the counter next to you with his arms folded over his chest.

“You okay?”

“Does it look like I’m okay?” you asked, sounding a little ruder than intended. “Sorry, I just feel like shit.”

With a sigh, Joel reached over to pull your hair back when you threw up again. It was embarrassing and you wished you could just crawl into a hole and die. But you were here, and the older Miller was doing his best to help. When you reached for a glass to get some water, he was quick to stop you.

“Only take one sip every once in a while, okay?” he asked as he poured you some water. “You don’t wanna end up vomiting again.”

“Thanks,” you said as you took the glass from him.

“Did you have fun?”

You nodded without hesitation. It was a great party, and you told Joel some fun stories that probably didn’t sound so fun to an outsider. He wasn’t there, he didn’t know your friends, so he probably didn’t even care. But he listened, and it felt good to tell someone about your evening, knowing your parents would rather not hear your party stories.

There was something about the look in Joel’s eyes that you didn’t understand. Despite being drunk as hell, you could have sworn there was longing in there, something you definitely wasn’t expecting to see. But now that you took a good look at him, you noted once again how handsome he looked in the middle of the night.

“Go to bed,” he told you hoarsely before clearing his throat. “Can you get upstairs on your own?” When you nodded, he leaned over to place a soft kiss on your temple, then turned around to go back to sleep on the couch.

You remained there for a minute or two, wondering what this was all about. But then you felt your legs slowly giving in, so you went to your bedroom and slipped under the covers to get a few hours of sleep. Sleep with dreams that were full of Joel fucking Miller.

[dipplinduo]

How would you rank the gens?

Ope I feel like I'm gonna upset some people LOL so disclaimer remember these are just my takes.

But this is how I personally see them (counting remakes as being part of the gen they remaking):

Gen 9 - Paldea Region

I've been thinking about this since the games came out, so I'd like to say recency bias isn't as much of a factor here. Bugs aside, I genuinely, genuinely love the storytelling, characterizations, and open world approach. FRIENDS THAT FEEL LIKE ACTUAL FRIENDS?? HAVING THE LEGENDARY WITH YOU THE WHOLE TIME, AND IT TOO HAS A PERSONALITY & BACKSTORY??? THREE SEPERATE STORYLINES THAT CONNECT TO A CANONICALLY DEAD PROFESSOR AND AN "EVIL AI" FINAL BOSS??? Like omg. I was amazed. I honestly usually dislike the "gimmicks" each generation brings, but terastilization caught my interest and I have a strong feeling nothing will personally top it as a gimmick for me. The DLCs really sent it all home for me for the #1 spot, like oh my god LOL. Past DLCs always just felt like something extra, but I literally cannot see this game as being complete without Kieran, Carmine & the rest of Kitakami/Blueberry peeps & their storylines. My interest in the games only grew because of all of it - and that's a massive compliment given the fact of how hard it is to accomplish such a level of monumental significance with only a few hours of gameplay. I've yet to replay the game with earlier access to The Teal Mask, but I feel like this would make it even more immersive. Just pure chef kisses here.

Gen 2 - Johto Region

A very close second. Heartgold/Soulsilver is the most elite remake in existence and idc if it's old school, I'll die on this hill. Johto is just so full of life - the continuation story is amazing, the immersion into culture and legendary stuff??? Mwah. Silver is an excellent rival, RED being a thing (the ultimate level of iconicism), and the double region will always hit. The soundtracks HIT and my god hearing them remastered iS INCREDIBLE. I even get obsessed with the pokeathlon dome and I'm usually not someone who gets into that kind of stuff. But THEY MADE IT FUN. And I love all the cute activities you can do with your team that can follow you around. So glad they brought this feature back. :')

Gen 5 - Unova Region

Oooooh I loved the reset of Gen 5. It's based on where I'm from and there were so many refreshing aspects of Black & White. From the new pokemon, to the NYC culture, to N & the whole beautiful storytelling there, and a sequel that somehow made everything even MORE polished. I literally remember referring to this region as the "Isshu Region" before the English names dropped becuase of the hype LOL. 10/10, cannot wait for these remakes. Gamefreak don't mess this up.

Gen 4 - Sinnoh Region

Oh, Gen 4. You hit good. The lowkey dreary vibes of Sinnoh is very nostalgic to me, and Piplup is one of my best buddies. Cynthia being the very first female Champion, and being as fearsome as she is, was such a big deal to me. Definetely Barbie'd her a bit in my mind because I look a like her and loved how much of an academic she was (but I def do not have her length in hair, lmao). Soundtracks are fire, of course. The way legendaries were integrated in the story without going too Dragonball Z was IMMACULATE, and the lake trio will always be my fave lil buddies. The only con I'd give this gen is that I disliked the HM reliance & D/P are practically unplayable to me since Platinum exists. I had low bars for the remake once I heard it wasn't Platinum, and ugh, they really dropped the ball. HOWEVER: while it isn't main line, I fucking love Legends: Arceus and would rather have that over an excellent remake, tbh.

Gen 1 - Kanto Region

This is another nostalgia one for me because of the fact that I quite literally was introduced to pokemon since before I can recall most memories (this is what happens when you have an older sibling with a gameboy, lol). It's probably tied with Gen 4, tbh. Firered wasn't my first game, but it hit really good because I "played" so much of R/B/Y. I know Gen 1 has its faults, and it's often seen as being pretty bare bones in comparison to other generations. And while I completely agree, god damn, what a good foundation for a franchise. Every town had a personality to it and is very memorable to me. The soundtracks are FIRE. Smaller pokedex, but damn does team building hit (and the starters are elite). Blue was also consistently my favorite rival until Kieran, lol. #oldrivalshipping/conflictingshipping was the original OTP xD

Gen 7 - Alola Region

So there's a lot of things I liked about Gen 7. It took a really big risk by breaking the formula, and it really immersed me into the Hawaiian culture & seeing your pokemon more as friends. I loved looking at pokemon in a different way and some of the pokemon introduced in this region are among my favorites (e.g. Ribombee, Bewear, Shiinotic, Mimikyu, Rockaruff, to name a few; starters also HIT). NEBBY AND LILLIE ARE ELITE. The professor is so lit, and Team Skull is the funniest team organization alive. AND YES, GET RID OF THE HMS. I honestly think a remake would make this gen jump up a bit more for me - the 3DS could barely handle this game, and it was showing. The facial expressions also need some work LOL, and I honestly dread the tutorial of the game. I like the ultrabeasts conceptually, but the execution of their involvement in the game is very DragonBall Z-ified. Ultra Necrozma lowkey would've been an amazing time for a "light" type even if it didn't make much sense, but hey, it was an awesome nuzlocke-killing moment anyway. xD

Gen 8 - Galar Region

I actually have a lot of play time for this gen. I was very obsessed with it when it came out, and could probably get glued to it all the same nowadays. But in hindsight, I realize a lot of my attachment to it was because of the semi-open worldness & ability to create a lot of different kinds of teams with a lot of new and old pokemon I like (I also liked having access to things earlier, like Ice Types before the end of the game lmfao). I still have a few things I really enjoy outside of it, though, like Hop's storyline & the setup of the gyms being in this stadium, sports-esque setting. But the plot? Eh. I have a lot of constructive criticism on how some shortcuts were made, and especially with the whole darkest day stuff lol. The only thing I liked about that fight was the dogs coming in and being cool; I wasn't impressed by or interest in Eternatus at all. The Leon fight afterward was fun, though! But oof, those weird men with the sword and shield hair afterwards were also just...no. :D DLCs also didn't quite hit that hard - it was more about having more pokemon than anything for me. So overall, it's fun to play, but I'd definitely change up the plot to make it better.

Gen 3 - Hoenn Region

This is where I think some people might wanna fight me, and to that I say you're probably valid. I don't know what it is with the Hoenn region because I actually don't have too many critiques about it (e.g., let's have less water routes); I just have never been able to get into it quite the same as I can others. I should honestly give it another shot, but I think I'd wanna do Emerald over Omega Ruby/Sapphire given the route they took everything with the remake lol. That's about all I have to say on this one since I never really connected with it as much!

Gen 6 - Kalos Region

This one feels like an especially hot take to have atm given where the pokemon community is in general LOL. Critical opinions ahead......Listen...no offense, but Gen 6 just ain't it for me at all. xD It's probably the one gen I actively dislike. The games felt way too easy with too much hand-holding/handouts, Team Flare & Diantha were a joke (and I'm not even a competitive player), and the whole group of friends felt more like an annoyance to me more than anything. They just weren't flushed out right. Neither was the plot. Like what was that plot. Outside of that, a lot of things just felt like "Look! Pokemon is in 3D now!!" over and over again because of how rushed the game was. So other than introducing fairy types & having pretty protagonists with some new clothing options, this gen is pretty forgettable to me. And that's a shame, because I like pokemon! I was one of those people who were curious on if we were gonna connect to Kalos for Gen 9, but I'd geniunely pick the DLCs we got any day of the week. I don't think Legends ZA will change much of my opinion on the mainline game, but given how much I loved Legends Arceus, I'm hoping it can be used to retcon & generate more interest/connection to the Kalos region in general.

Again, these are all just my personal opinions. I hope you all can enjoy pokemon in any way that feels good for you :) <3

[trashlama]

How would. Rise! Raph react to kiddnaping reader as a little sibling and they stay silent almost always they don't resist anything and sleeps almost all day? (platonic)

Thank you for the request!

This is my first one so please, bare with me.

I wasn't a hundred percent sure if you meant like a one shot/drabble/headcanons or somethin' so I just winged it. It's basically a combination of the three.

Honestly I literally wrote this in one night as soon as I got home from my errands. Probably could been proof read some more but, say-la-vee

Sorry everyone for it taking so long for the Future!Yan!Rise!Raph fic a lot of stuff happened the last few weeks. I had an idea, wrote a good portion, accidentally pressed the wrong button and it didn't save. So I tried to rewrite it but, I've just decided to go another direction with it. Then also of course work/famila obligations.

Sorry for all the blabber, let's get on with the show!

The meme in this fic is not mine I just found it on Pinterest and it twas too good.

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Raph at first would just roll with it. You weren't escaping and not technically defying him in anyway. Actually you were very compliant, non-combative nor aggressive towards him and his hovering. Just quiet and lethargic. Routinely sleeping away days and nights despite the abundance of rest you've received. Only waking when the eldest Hamato sibling came to feed you or smuggling you between the washroom and the large dog cage he kept you in his chambers. Dude literally gives you the same vibes as Toma from the otome game/anime Amnesia. Like brah. Tell me nah.

TBH— I wouldn't be as compliant by any means necessary. Personally when I'm in a dangerous situation like that thanks to my formative years I'm very prone to fighting. It was survival for the fittest when my mother was at work and my older siblings didn't play nice. But, for fics sake I would see the reader tryinna' play it safe.

Like for real, tell me if you were say fifteen, young teenage kid walking down a random cruddy block in NYC just tryinna' to get home so you decide to take a short cut through some alleys. I mean I can't be the only one to take the backways to get around faster. Anyways—

Your just takin' the short cut you usually do when you're tryinna' get home and of course you get cornered by a trio of mixed species thugs. A duo of armed shabby dressed homosapiens backing up a fella who looked like a cross between a pig and a dog. A fugly mix breed who despite his fluffy brown wagging tail was definitely not a good boy. Proven by the mutant freak of nature's thumb claw hovering above your jugular.

The pickering between the three revealed that someone was paying them to do this. Because apparently you were close to somebody. An individual who he and his brother's pissed off the wrong eight-legged hotel boss. A political mystic city power with plenty of connections who was paying for blood.

The reason you my lucky reader are in the middle of this?

Because according to the barking accusations from the mutant mutt that threatened you. You knew one of the people in the targeted group.

The hell you did!

Finding this shit out literally leaves you speechless at first unsure how to deny such claims of comradity. Especially when they reveal when you try to reject the prosecution that their intel describes a red clad ninja being in your vicinity numerous occasions. Following you, watching you, inside your home.

The last one shook you. Unsure how to describe the feeling of the information your brain was processing. The pointed tip of the pig-dog thug's claw keeping you aware of the position you were in.

You were gonna die just because some creeper ninja dude who apparently has been by definition stalking you. And worse of all you didn't even know who you curse for your pending execution.

Ooonnnlllyyy for edged stars to start flying, successfully spooking the two humans. Only further shocking you by their reveal. Flipping forwards revealing two chunky tanukis. Leaf and all perched proudly on their foreheads. The cross breed mutant who had pinned you kept his grasp around your neck. Releasing you upon the arrival of their snaggle toothed party crasher.

Mama Bear vibes to the max. The teenage snapping turtle was quick to dispose of the twin yokais with his tonfuas. Slamming the ends of the wooden defensive tools into the crown of one demon and the under jaw of the other. Effectively K.O.ing the yokai duo.

Upon his backups' defeat the canine swine pounced. Squealing as he charged the alligator snapping turtle.

Which provided the chance for you to flee. Not caring to look back. You don't see what ends up going down. Grunts and growls echoing in the disappearing distance.

Like the final girl in the horror movie you stop for some reason. Feeling that the coast was clear just because you were some distance away from the bizarre scene you had been wrapped up in. In shock of the combination of school yard rumors of mutants being proven true and the knowledge that out there you had a stalker.

2.5 seconds later Raph is back on your ass. You had been about to scream when the turtle's large three fingered grip quickly covered your mouth. Well more like the bottom half of your face.

In a jumble of words the eldest Hamato tried to communicate. Fumbling as he apologized for the rough treatment you had received. Wide ash colored orbs appearing to scan you for any signs injuries.

Unsure of what was happening you began to back pedaled slowly. Thanked the towering spikey shelled mutant for his deed as you mentioned how late it was. Cutting the thank yous short with a excuse of needing to head home. Only to be stopped by the Mad Dog crew leader stepping into your path. Raphael easily blocking you into the alleyway with nothing more than just his domineering stature.

"Sorry little bud but,.... I don't think you can go back to that place...." Raph spoke softly. Carefully creeping forward. Three digit hands at his sides ready to snatch you up. Approaching in the same manner you would to try to catch a hare.

"Though don'tcha go worrin'! Yer-a gonna be livin' with yer real family now!" Raph quipped happily. Closing in faster than you would give a mutant his size credit for.

And like that the turtle had you.

So yeah I can see why in captivity the reader would choose this tactic. Though again personally— wouldn't be my default.

Obviously there is no way you can out run nor beat a six foot nothin' mutant ninja turtle. Literally bein' a smart cookie you just play the game.

The requester didn't specify if the reader is defeated or anything. So I'm just rollin' with the idea that the reader is being passive aggressive. Choosing to "sleep" all day and not bothering to dignify your mutated "elder brother's" questions/comments.

You rather ignore the snapping turtle's presence than give him the satisfaction of playing out his delusional game of house. You weren't his long lost relative. You nor your mother knew any man named Lou Jitsu. He was wrong. But, despite your retorts, the eldest refused. Somethin' about how DNA doesn't lie and Donnie told him so.

If you ever got to meet this Donnie you might kill him for the hell you've been wrung through.

For a minute this method works. You refused to perform. Rejecting the role the eldest Hamato sibling deemed you fit to play.

But, after a month Raph had enough.

He wasn't playing your game anymore.

At first the red clad leader just thought you were being grumpy. Being a little bratty about being told no about something so this was your tantrum. Your punishment for him.

You wouldn't talk, wouldn't acknowledge him even when he knew you were awake and not asleep. Only responding in shakes and nods of your head whenever prompted. May it be about preference of food or if you needed to use the restroom. You were just so difficult. Choosing to be an ungrateful child instead of the caring younger sibling he knows you could be.

Eventually his patience wore thin. He had tried to be the cool patient understanding older sibling that you could rely on and look up too. But you just wouldn't! You wouldn't even give him a moment of your time.

That's why he does what he does.

Fed up Raph would definitely decide to give you a taste of your own medicine.

For the next few weeks Raph ignores you. Fulfilling the bare minimum necessities for your survival before throwing a blanket over your cage. Like an owner tired of their squawking aviary friend.

You didn't think much of this but, after awhile the constant darkness and the lack of other sentient contact your unwavering will started to squirm.

Little over a week later you began to call out to the world past the blanket that kept you apart. You knew your voice wouldn't reach the other inhabitants of the lair— having already tried that in the beginning— but, you still tried to make contact. Even if it was your red clad capture who responded.

But there was no answered.

By week two you began trying to make conversation with Raph whenever he had shuttled you between his room and the facilities. But he wouldn't react. Not even sparing you a glance as he restrained your dominant arm uncomfortably behind your back as he ushered you along to and fro destinations.

By the end of the month you've finally become antsy. Rattling the metal structure of the canine confinement that Raph DIYed. Using your knees and back trying again to break out of the cage.

You couldn't keep doing this isolation business anymore. Angry hot tears slid down flustered red (skin tone) cheeks sloping over the frown that allowed your heaving chest to catch small breaths. Choking on frustrated sobs as you banged your back into the top of the cage. Hoping to make it break apart.

You just needed to be free. This was worse than any grounding or detention you had ever faced before. Twas torture.

Minutes passed and you had given up. Sweat mingling with tears as they dropped down your skin. Taking a pause on the jailbreak due to the shaky ache of your depleted strength. Two months sitting crunched up in the large dog kennel cause your unused muscles to deflate. Muscle atrophy taking its toll. Evident of the new development based on your newly acquired set of string bean arms and legs. If the current conditions you were kept in continued soon enough you wouldn't even have enough strength to walk, let alone even stand. You weren't interested in crawling everywhere to get around.

At this point when you finally give in and start calling for just Raph. Begging him to not leave you here. Those were the magic words to return the snapping turtle to your side.

Though his chest ached upon revealing your sniffling expression. Raph would be proud of himself for holding out and not ending the punishment. Despite the many times he was tempted to.

He needed you to learn he can throw a fit too.

Upon seeing your teary weakened state the red clad bandana wearing turtle would definitely be quick to pull you into his arms.

Big Brother/Mother Hen mode activated.

Cooing Raph swayed you both side to side. Rubbing circles into your back as you cried into the kidnapping snapping turtle's plastron. Your feeble body held up solely by the eldest Hamato's arm. If he chose to let go you would without a doubt tumble to the floor. Like a puppet snipped of it's strings.

" I'ma sorry ya' had to go through that but, ya' needed to learn that you can't just ignore someone without exceptin' the same results back... " Raph explained as he felt your blunt nails dig into the leaf green muscle of his biceps. Sobs racking your chest as he continued.

" Ya' needed to learn to treat da' people around you how ya' wanna be treated. "

With a small fanged smile the turtle observed your smaller trembling figure. At the newest teary-eyed addition to his family. Maybe soon if your lesson truly does stick maybe you could finally meet the rest of the fam.

Though Raph shouldn't assume. He would have to wait. Couldn't rush into this anymore than he already has. He just wanted to tell the rest of the gang already. But, he had to wait. Like his father says patience is a virtue. He will see the fruits of his efforts as long as he stays diligent at helping you with the transition.

Staring into bleary pools of (e/c) that rose to meet his pondering smoke colored gaze Raph was certain.

With just a little more tough love you'll become the perfect little sibling.

He just knew it.

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Thank you guys for reading this!

I will have that Future!Yan!Rise! Raph done eventually. It's just I want to make sure I like it and it feels appropriate for the eldest Hamato brother. So please bear with me!

Thank you again for the request it was interesting to write! I'm always open for requests so unless specifically stated otherwise. They shall be ooppeeennn!

I hope you guys enjoy your weekends!

[astronomic727]

Welcome to my art account!

I'm Astro, I'm primarily a digital artist but I also do traditional sketches now and then too! A bit about me I'm from Ireland and currently 22! I was an Instagram artist for the longest time but am no longer happy with where the site's going, so... here I am! I'm also on Youtube which is where my most ambitious projects take place lol I do play video games in my past time, more on that in the next paragraph :) I LOOOVE space stuff, which of course is the inspiration for my name and sona, which also trickles into my other interests. I am also getting into music production! So, what to expect from this account? A lot of my artwork is fan art based on the video games that I enjoy. Primarily Kirby, Terraria, Pokémon are the main 3 to expect but there may be the occasional Mario post or whatnot lol My OCs! I also have my own OCs that I also post about a lot! The main trio of characters are Via, her little sister Kayleigh, and her best friend Orion. The posts about my OCs are just slice of life kinda stuff, but I also randomly insert them into other media or memes now and then xD One of such (the most prominent) is in one of my art projects! What are these art projects? First off is Project Dream! My Kirby art project, a fan made story that takes place after the events of Kirby Star Allies, my favourite Kirby game! Each of the illustrations are primarily dedicated to each of the Dream Friends. Each installment also gets an accompanying timelapse/speedpaint video over on my Youtube, which is where most of the story is explained and visualised. There is a main antagonist of the story, and the Project has been going for almost 5 years now. It is in it's later stages, but how will the story end? Stay tuned to find out ;) The other one is Terraria Legends! Terraria Legends follows the tale of two heroes as they progress throughout the land of Terraria and facing the many bosses and events the game has to offer. These two heroes however are Via and Orion! The Terraria versions of Via and Orion are different to their original counterparts however. Terraria Legends isn't as old as Project Dream, but our heroes currently are almost at the end of Pre-Hardmode! Where else can I be found? Youtube, Ko-Fi, Cara, Terraria Forums Or alternatively, all my links can be found through my Carrd! Anything else? So, my ask box is open atm, but I'm still learning how this all works so I may close this at any point. In terms of rules, don't say/ask anything super weird/nsfw. I personally don't mind any light jokes in this vain, just keep it relatively clean lmao. Any questions about my characters and their stories are all good! In terms of Project Dream or Terraria Legends, I like seeing speculation, but please don't just ask what will happen in the next episode or stuff like that, I don't wanna just spoil things for people y'know? ^^; Oh, and fan art of my OCs or my projects is very welcome, I'd be delighted to see that so feel free to @ me for that! :D Just be sure to respect any existing relationships with the characters, like don't ship two characters who definitely should not be lol DM's aren't really open, sorry about that. Only people I'm familiar with I'm ok with DMing. It usually takes me a good while to get comfortable with new people. Main Navigation Tags (#Astro Art) (#Astro Sketches) (#Project Dream) (#Terraria Legends) (#Astro OCs) (Each post with my OCs will be tagged with their name) I'll edit this whenever I have anything to change/add, but that's about everything for now! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy your stay here! :D

[tbgkaru-woh]

Might have asked you that before I'm not sure but. Do you have some sort of process for your redesigns?? What kind of stuff do you try and pay attention to when redesigning a character? I also wonder what is important to you visually when designing clothes? like, is there any type of shape hierarchy you try and go for? Also Where does your knowledge of clothes come from?

These ended up being many questions haha. Anyway love your redesigns, every one you do is like a little gift in my day!

those are all wonderful questions and i hope i can answer them (or even understand my creative process enough to give them) There are two design choices I try to stick to, one is thanks to me playing hero shooters and that's recognizable silhouettes: try to give the characters a unique shape or trait that even if you put them in different clothes or hairstyles, you can always tell it's meant to be them by that specific thing. The other is, thanks to fandoms, i know people like making OCs or trade characters around if there's factions, so I like making "faction" clothing that's unique to a group of people, whilst still making each character wear it uniquely even within the group itself lot of the designs are affected by what i SUBJECTIVELY perceive the character to be like and what style of clothing i connect to that kind of behavior, be it from real life experience or what just. flows nicely, i don't know how else to say it :') like there's difference between elegant or street wear, of course they can overlap, of course they have no dictating on what each of those means about each person, but good rule of thumb is that we dress to express ourselves on first glance (those that can afford to do so for whichever reason) so if you're daddy's little lawful good you're gonna dress differently than a bold punk. those are pretty basic thought processes, not much unique :'D so sadly i think lot of it just comes from my subjective perception of who these characters are and what i could highlight about them. as for the clothes themselves, i don't even know really, character design- from clothes to size, shape, color to body language- is just something i always loved to do and wanted to do, be it for games, comics, or re-designed existing characters :') i used to watch fashiuon shows, went to art school where most are poor students that are very creative and pretentious, i changed my style multiple times during each chapter in my life, i try to meet variety of people that affect me and inspire me. i usually have multiple ideas for a look per character but don't want to put a pin on it until it just clicks for me. there are few of those clicks i've missed in my MDZS redesigns but were close enough that i posted it anyway, as i was too excited to share them :') still may want to revisit it though! I'm so happy to know they did well though, it's something i've heard the most praise for from all of my art and i really wish i could follow up on it in more ways than just few more art of those looks. there's nothing that bothers me more than boring or not cohesive looks for a cast of otherwise interesting characters, MDZS donghua and CQL costume design were destroying me :') but it was enough to at least inspire me thank you for this task ♥♥

[cottoncandy-cult]

Babification Ignihyde

Ok so this will be shared between Idia and Ortho, like Ortho would take care of the more serious aspects of care because Idia is either embarrassed or scared he might hurt or drop our dear reader! While Idia handles the affection and basic observation of the child.

"Thanks again for helping Ortho, it's kinda weird having to take care of her like this you know?" Idia sat nervously in his gaming chair, facing away from the young male who was changing dear (Y/n) and putting her in a nighty. Lillia had brought her by earlier, they didn't want to just leave her with Grim, but no one really knew what to do with her. So as her significant other taking care of the little girl was brought to him, of course he had Ortho to help him as far as learning how to handle and care for a baby, but the male found certain things aspects awkward. "It's no problem, you're trying to respect her privacy, right? She might be embarrassed if she learned you had to change her and stuff." The little male was somewhat right, Idia worried that knowing he had to change and bathe her would make her uncomfortable or awkward out of embarrassment. But he was also scared of dropping her, it didn't take much research to learn how fragile infants and small children are, and it scared the hell out of the poor male. Ortho though was more comfortable; he had easily scaled himself down so that he can handle her firmly but without discomfort or injury. Idia did like holding her though, she was like a little heating pillow when she'd lean against his stomach during a nap while he gamed. Of course, he'd stick to the sleep schedule she made for him, he had promised after all and though he wanted to take advantage of this moment where he wasn't really being supervised, he also understood her concern as he had been less than kind to his body over the years and his addiction was really unhealthy. So, when the time would come, he would move to the bed and lay down with her, making sure she couldn't roll around but also that he couldn't roll on top of her. He had never been so thankful to be a person that sleeps like a rock. He doesn't move in his sleep, period. It's to the point he often wakes up sore, it's why he doesn't care for super soft beds because they just make him ache more.

"It's almost 11 Idia, are you still gonna follow (Y/n)'s schedule?" Ortho tilted his head as he looked to his brother, of course he knew about the agreement as he was thankful for it. It still gave him ample time to do his games and on days where he really wants to do something at a specific time, they alter his sleep schedule so he can get some naps in so that it's still the same amount of time. "Yeah, one sec, I'm checking for any updates and saving some adjustments to some stuff. You can go ahead and get her comfy, tomorrow I'll make something so that she has one of those…. what were they…" Idia stared at the screen in front of him blankly a moment, he could see it clearly in his head. Ortho stayed quiet as he let his brother think it through, knowing that trying to guess for him doesn't help usually. "Basinets. I'll make her a basinet, co-sleeping isn't safe, so I don't want her to sleep with me for too long. I'll make it something that attaches to the side of the bed, that way she's still close." Idia nodded to himself; he knew he could build something that simple quickly. Once everything was saved and checked if Idia began shutting things down, Ortho had already put (Y/n) to bed in the little nest between Idia's usual sleeping spot and the wall by the time the older male finished. Lying flat on her back she was out cold, not even budging when Idia climbed into bed and laid down on his side facing her. He was in some basketball shorts and a t-shirt since the room was already at a comfortable temperature, so he just had to sleep with his sheet that night. Ortho had already hooked himself up to the charger and shut down, the dim blue light from the station being the only real light in the room. It was enough for him to see the steady rise and fall of her chest, she was alive, and nothing had gone wrong today. He really hoped the rest of his anxiety went away, even if they never really left the dorm, he still worried that something would go wrong. Ever since reading an article on SIDS during his research he felt like he had to have her close and within eyeshot of either him or Ortho, even having Ortho tell him of any drastic changes to her physical state. Even something as small as a sudden blood pressure spike, he wanted to keep track. He was a scientist after all, with that came attention to detail and the need to record even small changes. It had gotten easier for him to calm down through the day though so his anxiety wasn't necessarily as active as it was a downtime burden, but he kinda dreaded sleeping as that seemed to be when most accidents happen was during the care takers sleep.

Reaching over a gentle shaking hand he placed it on the girl's body, no real pressure just enough for him to be able to feel her breathing and heartbeat beneath his palm. Just something for reassurance, she needed him right now and she needed him calm. So, he pulled his hand away, curling up somewhat as he got comfortable. With a few deep breaths he managed to lull himself into a light sleep, waking occasionally through the night to check on her visually before dozing off once more.

[dumbdomb]

26.a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

as if i don't constantly talk about it around here like a broken record? haha, ok... 🩷

Read my pinned post BEFORE you interact: like, reblog, reply, dm, ask, or follow. Must be over eighteen years of age to interact. 18+ only. You do not have my consent to "Like" this post without reading my pinned first. MDNI.

hanging out with a friend and doing some normal stuff, like movies or gaming. something that involves us being physically close but not in a sexual way. and yet it always leads to us being more affectionate, or maybe play wrestling, or just a little more touchy-feely with each other... in an absolutely platonic way, of course.

i don't usually think about hooking up with strangers or acquaintances. i like having a solid connection with people i'm intimate with, so it's not uncommon for me to fantasize about situations with "friends," which doesn't necessarily mean any of my actual friends. it's about a partner you have trust and a strong established bond with, someone you know well enough to really understand your emotions and expressions - like, how you are and how you process information, etc... they know you...

when i think about having a friend get closer to me, i feel safe with them (and i know they they feel safe with me, too). we're friends! so, of course, we know what each other's intimate desires are - we're best friends!! it makes total sense that they'd want to feel how much of my fat titty they could fit in their hand...

is it really so wrong to want the most trusted person in your life to care about you too much... as if you were always more than just a friend to them? a "real friend" would never betray your trust like this, but a true "partner" would never let you feel unwanted. the old classic slow burn, friends to lovers, with an emphasis on some cnc nipple play because i'm a complete slut for it!

i think about something like this almost every time i touch myself. the special relationship between two idiots who are in love with each other, but they don't know it bc they keep everything within this blurry lane between 'friend' and 'partner'. i've just always been smitten with the idea. it resonates with me. i may have watched too many hallmark movies, but i think this is a really great concept and totally will happen to me one of these days. i'm so sure of it, i mean... why else would i even have these big tits if not to be caressed and fondled by my most favourite person in the world?. 🥺

NO: lurkers, likes only, inactive, empty, or blank blogs. DO NOT LIKE MY CONTENT. DNI. ♥️

[misc-obeyme]

I'm the newbie and anon who asked about Amazon Mc thoughts and I'm sorry if my message was unclear. I'm kind of new here and I had no idea how tumblr works.

I did see that the requests are closed so I wasn't really requesting head-canons, just thoughts about Mc and Lucifer.

Ah, okay, sorry about that, anon! I have been known to misinterpret things frequently lol. It isn't really a tumblr thing so much as a me thing, though! I think it was the formality of your ask that threw me off a little bit. Just because that's usually the tone people use when making a request, whereas just asking for my ideas is more informal. I think of it as... we're just chit chatting lol! But don't worry, you're totally good! I just wanted to confirm because I didn't want to give you the wrong type of response! (Also you'd be surprised how often people send requests even when it says they're closed alkdfadflkjdf I don't mind but it is kinda funny.)

Anyway, I had to think about it for a minute because Lucifer doesn't seem the type to be intimidated by an Amazon-like MC. I could see some of the other brothers having more of an issue, but Lucifer is pretty confident in his own abilities and powers. And I kinda think that's a good thing. It means that Lucifer would be more likely to treat such an MC as an equal than to see her as some kind of scary person.

At the same time, Lucifer is not dumb, so he would also be likely to treat this MC with more respect than he does our generic in game MC. I think he would be more cautious about how he speaks to her if she seems like she could oh I dunno pick him up easily or potentially fight him physically and win.

Once MC gets more powerful with magic and stuff, I suspect Lucifer would already be comfortable with her at that point, but wow she'd be formidable.

In a romantic relationship, I think he might struggle at first. The thing about Lucifer is this. He's super soft inside, but he doesn't want anyone to know it. So he acts very domineering because he's got to hide all that softness.

So it kind of depends on how Amazon!MC is personality-wise. If she's kind of like the standard "warrior" type, she might also be kind of stoic. In that case, I sense it could be some time before they even figure out they have feelings for each other. They might go a while of saving each other from certain death until they finally figure it out.

But once they do? Oh man. That right there is a power couple. But I can also see them butting heads if they happen to disagree on the best course of action. I think Lucifer is stubborn so if Amazon!MC is, too, then they might argue about things sometimes.

NSFW below the read more!

NSFW MDNI

Since you also asked about NSFW, I think it's going to depend on how aggressive MC is in this case. But my opinion is that Lucifer would absolutely worship her.

Lucifer is going to want to discover every part of her, learn exactly how to make her respond to his touch. I think he'd want to let her take over, to let her command him as she sees fit. Lucifer acts like he's going to be demanding in the bedroom, but I think all he really wants is to please his partner. That goes for Amazon!MC, too. Whatever she wants, he's happy to give. I kinda think he'd take it as a personal challenge to make her cry out his name while he's got his head between her legs.

Hmm anyway, these are just my general thoughts! Feel free to ask follow up questions if you'd like!

[karrolinnn]

The reality of being a loner

I really don't want to make this post too long, so I won't get in-depth about the experiences I will describe, but, if you'd like me to, I would be happy to do so. Just comment.

My whole life I have been quite the loner. Moreover, an outcast. An absolute ghost. See-through, like a glass figurine.

In elementary school, I used to have only one close friend, she was my best friend at that time. We used to sit together in class, have play dates, later on as we got our first phones we used to text and call each other too. I was fine with having only one friend, she was a great one too, I have always been a pretty introverted girl, so it really didn't bother me.

But I rememeber that for some reason, the rest of the class wasn't too friendly with me. I definitely wasn't bulied, they were just a little distant, maybe even secretive around me. We did play around together and talk about stuff, but not too much. When we used to talk or play some kind of game I always felt a little left out or unwanted. Not to mention feeling like they knew stuff that they didn't want me to know.

But let's say that I just wasn't a regular person in their friend group, so it must be fine for them to not be too open to me, right? But I will never forget this one time, the time I actually felt unwanted by my friends for the first time in my life. The time I heard it crystal clear.

I was at a playground near a friend's house. I saw one of my friends and her best friend at the time together in her front yard. I asked if I could come over and join them, and then they started whispering to each other. To this day, so many years later, I still rememeber one of them saying: "Alright, but you will have to get rid of her later". Maybe I was getting in the way of their playtime as best friends. Maybe not. Eighter way, this was just mean.

In middle school I switched to a different school, and so my class was full of different people too. My elementary school best friend moved to a different school than mine so we eventually lost touch. When it comes to my new class, despite me being nice, talkative and friendly, they would often try to shorten the conversations with me by replying in a dry and blunt manner, then turn around and walk away. Soon enough, they began treating me like a literal ghost. I would talk to them, looking in their eyes, and they would pretend they didn't see me. They looked behind and around me or turned to our other classmates and talked to them instead. So I totally gave up. I made only two friends throughout my middle scho days, but at the end of that period of my life, one sadly moved to a different school and the other - a different country. So we completely list touch.

Switching classes once again in highschool did not help much too. My class did talk to me but only when they had to - for homework or school-related topics. I did make a few great friends in high-school though, happily. But all that changed after graduation.

I graduated and began attending university. The reality of studying library science in my country is the following: I am one of the only 3 people who attend lectures in my whole course, which consists of 12 people. Most times I am all by myself throughout lectures. (This has its' many benefits but that's a different topic) I did not make any friends in university as most people in my faculty are many years older than me and our world views are very different. (There is a 20 year age gap between us for example) I do communicate with the other two people who attend lectures with me, but I do not feel very connected to them. And so, I am now a loner. My friends from highschool all go to work so we rarely meet up. I am usually by myself as I travel to university and attend lectures. I live in a village and have no friends around too. Not to mention how hard it is to make friends when you're an adult.

And here comes the big realisation I had a few weeks ago.

I used to miss being a part of a class. I didn't want to be friends with the rest of the class or even talk to them. Just to be around people. But that all changed when I went to a lecture with a different specialty and we were a total of around 20 people. (average class in my country) Then I suddenly felt very left out. I did have a few people who talked to me, but it was regarding studies. I looked at everyone around me and realised I am once again a ghost. Like I had entered school again. So did I really ever wish to be a part of a class or a fomal group of people? I realised I only liked the idea of it that I had made up in my head. The idea I had romanticized. That I would no longer feel lonely if I had a lot of people attend the lectures I attend. That I would not be lonely if I could attend high school again. But that is not true. I am a loner, and I have always been. I accept that, despite how hard it is sometimes.

[whichuniverseisthis]

Last chapter of the Pt arc! I cut off a lot of stuff, but this was still longer than usual. Beware of spoilers!

First - Vs Lopunny

Previous - Final dimentional duel X

Last - Final dimentional duel XI

Chapter 25 / Chapter 441

This is a pretty cool shot. And I also love the reasoning, especially as I'm still in PMD hell, and as I've read the author's note at the end of the volume. When you live in a world of darkness, what you desire the most is to find a light that can brighten up your road.

I love Rotom. I don't even care that at this point they were just throwing stuff at your face, or that the robot was supposed to be at Dia's home, I just love that Rotom followed him because they equally loved anime.

So it was a machine that used waves Pokémon don't like. And from what I understood, he used it to control Giratina on the other side to open the hole back on Spear Pillar.

You can't tell me Cyrus isn't a great character in the manga. He had a backstory that explained his reasoning without any tragic twist and an amazing development thanks to Dia's words and his own experience in the Distortion World.

And despite everything, he still loves his commanders. I would have so loved to see more of their point of view during the story and learn more about them.

Other people thrown to the reader's face! It's not like he was hospitalized, like. Two days ago. Anyway.

This is a pretty damn awesome shot, if you ask me.

I love these two dumbasses. And the fact that Dia and Pearl are right behind them just confirms my idea that they are their foils.

Unova and Seven Sages mention! I've always hoped we could find out who the leader guy was. I think they were preparing us for a Sird vs International Police confrontation for the future, before it was all canceled.

Fiore mention! I have read the Ranger chapters in the past, but I don't think they're available anywhere anymore since the site I used shut down. If anyone can find them they can tell me though, because I would love to do a commentary about those too. You know, to close definitely the Sinnoh saga.

The fistbump ever. They are finally together and happily in peace, as they should have always been.

I love these little shots the manga always shows at the end of an arc, to give an idea about what everyone is doing. Unless the arc ends with a bad ending like FRLG and BW.

I missed them so badly. Starting with a double act to try and become famous, ending with a double act solely for the person they love the most.

Daycare guys! And of course Phione and Manaphy, because in an arc made to show off every single Sinnoh legendary, they couldn't not put these last two. Even if there's still one more missing...

...Which is shown off in the final arc of the fourth generation games. Johto and Gold mention! The reference to the games ever, because HGSS deserves this and more.

Woah, Pt is over too. Of course this was way faster than DP, but it was still a good trip. I hope everyone enjoyed it, because I sure did! This arc may have it's downsides, but in the end DP was the one with the biggest stuff, and this was obviously mostly fanservice.

After this I have to go back to studying once again. I should be free for a while in the second half of April, so I'm thinking to end the fourth gen saga with a HGSS commentary. Tell me what you think!

Thank you for reading all the way till the end! I'm always happy to see those who kept following this commentaries since DP. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

[mathlann]

Semi-Connected Cas Thoughts

Casimira is extremely harsh with disciplining her nobles, and dealing with them is usually where she can be considered her most "Dogmatic". An incompetent serf isn't that big a deal (they'll be punished, but not necessarily killed), but an incompetent noble affects the whole planet and it makes it more likely she'll have to get involved in the cleanup. Unfortunately, as the old guard quickly learned, Cas doesn't hold much esteem for pedigree or tradition so she's not shy about the occasional bout of (lethal) discipline when she deems it necessary. The only family of Theodora's nobles to make it out unscathed were the Werserians for a reason, and any post-game nobles that rise after the old learn quickly to keep a close eye on their holdings.

Insofar as other bits of Court Conduct, Cas also runs on Rule of Annoying, where essentially: if made to deal with a situation or person that's otherwise unpleasant but not actively dangerous, if she can take a course of action that can selectively piss off someone around her that she dislikes without being too obvious, she'll try and do it. She would say it's to test limits, but in reality, she can nearly match Marazhai for being an emotional terror to others when she wants to be. She ends up surprisingly adept at the subtleties of court life because "managing to fuck over or provoke someone else without the matter being obviously readable to outsiders or turning violent" was a big part of why she was chosen for her pre-Rogue Trader course of work. On the other end of the spectrum from the above, one of the few instances where she will insist on following tradition or the courtly way of doing things to the letter is with nobles she doesn't like. Both sides know she doesn't care, but the right slip up can reveal a lot.

Also post-game musing but under the cut because I may change my mind about it later

So as to "how much of Cas' personal life is public knowledge" irt Marazhai, while I know the epilogue says their Feasts and stuff are pretty legendary, I don't think your average Joe on the street would be able to factually tell you "Rogue Trader von Valancius has a Drukhari consort." This run we are going for peace with the Eldar so on that front her fondness for Xenos is pretty public. But insofar as specifics, while she'd never deny him, I think their relationship is pretty "their business" in the sense that there's no point in explicitly showing out about it. The exception being the above, RoA, in which case "implying something going on to the right person for the kick of it" is fine (ie, Winterscale/Chorda/Kharael), especially because the person being provoked probably already doesn't like her and can be discredited anyways? But I mean, neither one of them is big on emotion or being especially lovey, and post-game they live apart so, idk I think it's entirely possible they can sit in the same room together for hours and unless someone observing knows them nothing would be especially amiss? I see it as essentially, most of their time together isn't planetside, so word of what goes on there doesn't reach the wider populace for the most part? Like at most, Her Ladyship has a fondness for Xenos, has a favorite Xenos mercenary (what odd Rogue Trader doesn't?), and perhaps some disgruntled nobles or former officers may allege improper relations but its hard to prove, y'know?

[faith--in-the-future]

I’d love more of Louis on social media, like the Q&A and fan challenges ideas the previous anon mentioned. And I agree LTHQ is dropping the ball in lots of ways. But I also think Louis not doing social media in the same way, for example, that Niall does ultimately comes down to Louis just not wanting to do it. It seems to me (and I know I might be totally wrong!) like he’s measured the pros of how social media could advance his career against the cons of having to do something he doesn’t enjoy, and he’s decided his dislike of doing social media outweighs the benefits. Maybe LTHQ isn’t doing a good job of pitching it to him, but with his experience in the industry, it’s weird they should have to. And of course there’s still so much more they could do on social media without even needing his direct involvement.

But even if he’s decided not to put a lot of direct effort into expanding his fan base - and that’s obviously his call to make, and we might all make the same decision if we were him and knew all the considerations involved - I’m still surprised and disappointed he doesn’t do it just as a way to engage with current fans. 😔 I think he’s authentic when he talks about his relationship with his fans, and more social media would be such a great way to connect with us. Doesn’t have to be anything formal! And it’s especially a great way to give back to fans who can’t get to a show. I always appreciate your take on things - am I really off base? Thanks for your patience with newbie asks! 🙂

hi! sorry I'm answering late but I was busy earlier

when I talked about fun promo I was thinking more of things like YouTube interviews/late night shows with games etc (I have been campaigning for the celebrity bake off thing for YEARS) and fun photoshoots, things that keep fans engaged, that give us content and also insight in a different side of louis in a more relaxed environment.

I think its really important to make the fan experience actually fun in general but especially with louis bc there are so many things to get frustrated about that nobody can really change like the radio blacklisting or the close contact with sides of the fandom that hate each other so its crucial imo to offer fun distractions and in general to keep fans interested! this is a sort of hobby for people right? and nobody wants an hobby that's not enjoyable!

I do think louis doesn't like social media and honestly it's fine like it doesn't have to be the end all be all of everything, and a good a social media manager can work on it anyways (regular posting especially in promo season would help him get more followers/not lose them and it wouldn't be so hard).

but like, we already know radio is out, award shows and other events don't invite him/he doesn't go, he doesn't do festivals bc "they don't call him" (although I think it's more like he has a shitty booking agent), he doesn't do collaborations, and then if we cut out photoshoots and social media and YouTube stuff too what is left?? like genuinely we're just left with the usual rehearsed print interviews with the same questions and answers and then the classic promo interviews on TV that louis doesn't even like doing bc they make him anxious!! like how is that productive in any way! neither him or us are actually happy ! also it would be great for him to be seen by the gp in an actual happy light instead of the "hope after tragedy/difficulties " light!

look, this is totally speculation bc I don't know him, but I do think that louis is not comfortable with/scared of uncontrollable environment and of engaging with funny things, imo bc for years people have been either laughing at him and insulting him or analyzing his every gesture to spot "gayness" or whatever. nobody who has been subjected to that for years will remain unscathed, it's like putting a plant in a dark room without water and asking why is it not giving flowers.

but the problem with comfort zones is that they can very very easily become our own limits, we think they're keeping the world out but really they're just trapping us in. if u leave someone in the dark too long their eyes get adjusted to it and then they won't get out bc the light hurts them !

what I'm saying is that when I say louis needs a new manager/team it's bc I think he needs someone who won't just settle for the bare minimum necessary to keep louis happy, he needs someone with ideas and ambitions and the guts to push him a little out of his comfort zone and to encourage his growth! his team is way too lazy and unimaginative and they're just happy with what they have now , and for some reason don't seem to realize that things are always changing and u can't expect to keep something forever without taking proper care of it

it's sad bc louis works so hard on what he does but then it all gets washed away into nothingness and he ends up blaming himself all the time, I just want that cycle to be broken

somewhat related: I also think that his story/image/persona whatever you want to call it won't quite be complete/make sense/be truly compelling until he actually gives us the bigger picture, like he always talks about the difficulties he's faced but what are they exactly? who's the enemy? (a good story needs a good enemy just as much as it needs a good hero!) ,he was insecure and lost after the band but why? what made him feel that way? he's always telling up about the "after" and the consequences but we never quite understand the before

us fans know the answer to these questions or at least we've tried to come up with them but to people who don't have access to all that background knowledge and who are just checking him out it's not so clear, and a story like that can truly be efficient if it stops being superficial imo

so I'm curious to see how that has been explored in the documentary and I really hope that it won't be the same few things we already know but actually the real underbelly of the story (within the legal confines that I'm sure he has to respect rip)