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[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help (prt 8)

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The next day was less chaotic but not by much. They had to go through everything they’d taken from the Fenton’s lab, and reluctantly accepted Danny and Jazz’s help with the task because they were familiar with the tech. That was surprisingly needed since all of their gadgets were extremely obtuse and looked like household appliances. It was honestly surprising how good Danny was with all of this stuff, he knew what everything was, how to take it apart and how to put it back together to show the heroes how it worked. 

“They don’t all work for humans. Some have to be fueled with ectoplasm so they need to be constantly refueled. Dad used to wear a backpack full of the stuff ghost busters style but that’s really not practical so this one isn’t very useful to you. I can use it though,” Danny said as he screwed the last part back on the.. Whatever it was. 

“Okay, but why does it look like a blender?” Tim asked, baffled and impressed.

“Oh that’s because that’s what it was built out of,” Danny said with a crooked smile. “We repurposed a lot of household items into tech. Give me a couple toasters and a microwave and I’ll have three specter deflectors ready for you before dinner time.” He said as he pressed his hand against one of the gins and it started glowing intently green.

“Here don’t drop it,” He said tossing it to Batman, who did manage to catch it. “I fueled it with three shots, just in case Vlad shows up or another ghosts threatens you. And actually even with your charms I would feel a lot better if you all had specter deflectors since you’re all involved with me now,” He sighed and rubbed his face. 

“Well… we can get you toasters and a microwave but we can also get you more advanced parts if those will work better,” Bruce told Danny, gingerly holding the odd gun away from himself. It wasn’t a traditional gun so it wasn’t upsetting but he still didn’t like it. 

Danny looked very tempted but he shook his head. “No I’d better do it with what I know, I can get it done faster that way and they work. I’d love to play with some of those more advanced parts though. I’m sure I can come with some fun stuff.” 

Uh oh, Bruce didn’t like that look on Tim’s face, the last thing he needed was more encouragement! But Danny was the child of mad scientists, he would get along perfectly with Tim, Bruce was going to have to keep a close eye on them to make sure they didn’t accidentally make a death ray. 

“You can join me in my lab later,” Tim offered hopefully and Danny glanced up at him with a borderline feral grin. 

“That sounds great, I’m sure you have much better lab safety than my parents. Love engineering, would hate to die a second time.” He said it like a joke, just the way Jason tended to. Jazz laughed, but only to encourage her brother’s coping method, no one else did. 

“Alright, we’ll go to the nearest home appliance store and get you some toasters and microwaves,” Bruce said. 

“Hell ya, I should have been adopted by a rich family years ago,” Danny cackled. Oh dear, he’d been so traumatized yesterday Bruce hadn’t realized he was Feral. Why did this keep happening.

He informed Alfred of Danny’s request and by the time they finished going over the more confusing inventions and left for lunch the appliances were waiting for Danny in the lab that he and Tim would apparently now be sharing. Danny immediately dove on the machinery starting to take them apart with practiced hands. He seemed calm and in his element but Tim stayed to supervise, both just in case something went wrong, and because it was His lab and they hadn’t talked about rules of cohabitation yet.

Bruce left them to it. Alfred had informed him that Jason had arrived and headed straight to the kitchen without saying hello to anyone else. It wasn’t a surprise, he was closest to Alfred, he’s want to help with making dinner, and get the basic scoop from his most trusted family member before having to face anyone else. Bruce knew better than to intrude on that, but God did he want to. 

Regardless of what his children thought Bruce cared deeply for all of them, and he hated that sometimes they doubted it. He wished he was better at telling and showing them, but he’d managed to convince himself it was too late for him to change so he didn’t have to face the years of mistakes and trauma he had endured and inflicted. No matter what what image he tried to project, he was still only human.

He went to his office, but he couldn’t settle to anything, he did a little bit of this, and little bit of that, and just ended up pacing the carpeted floor. He left them alone as long as he could before he gave in and went down to the kitchen.

“Sorry to interrupt, I just needed a cup of coffee,” He said as casually as he could. The looks Alfred and Jason gave him said neither of them actually believed his excuse, which was fair. “It’s good to see you Jaylad, thanks for coming.”

“Well I’m not going to miss out on a new brother am I? You gonna have this one running around in spandex too B?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, it made Bruce wince but it Was progress because he was acknowledging their familial ties. 

“I’m almost two years too late to stop him,” Bruce said regretfully. “It’s been… a lot has happened. I’m sure Alfred caught you up on most of it, but I’d like to talk to you before you meet either of the siblings.”

“Trying to make sure I won’t be a bad influence?” Jason asked and Bruce couldn’t tell if he was joking or accusing. 

“No, nothing like that,” Bruce said, holding up his hands. “I just want to talk.”

Jason hummed skeptically, scrutinizing Bruce before turning back towards Alfred. “What do you think Alfie, can you spare me?”

“I always appreciate your help master Jason, but I can manage on my own,” Alfred assured, sounding amused. 

“Alright, to your office then?” Jason asked, turning back towards Bruce. 

“Or the sitting room, whichever would be more comfortable.”

“Office,” Jason said firmly, this was the distance that he was keeping between them. They worked together now, and Jason cared for his siblings, but he kept them all at arms length. For everyone’s safety really, if they set him off he didn’t want to hurt them, and he didn’t want to be set off either. It always felt like shit. Jason followed Bruce to the office and sprawled in the soft chair across the desk from Bruce’s. He remembered being a kid, sitting properly and nervously in this chair across from Bruce hoping desperately for his approval. How times change.

“I just wanted to talk to you about the new kids” Bruce started and Jason waved him away.

“I’m really not going to corrupt them or anything, I Probably won’t be around enough to make a difference anyway.” Jason said dismissively.

Bruce took a deep breath, controlling his expression and folding his hands on the table. “That’s not it Jaylad, Alfred must have told you that the boy died and came back?” 

Jason tensed and green swirled in his vision, it was the same thing that Bruce had seen in Danny when Zatana asked about Phantom. “Ya he did.” Defensive and insecure.

“It seems like he, and his sister who was sort of a caretaker to him, know a lot more than we do about the effect that that has on a person. To help us take care of Danny she gave us a presentation about it, it… makes a lot of sense. You should probably talk to her and Danny about it really but I just wanted to apologize. 

“I’ve been trying to fix this, fix… you for a long time and I know I’ve been going about it wrong and I’ve been hurting you.”

“You got a new treatment plan in mind, old man?” Jason asked, his arms crossed and Bruce wished that mistrust wasn’t earned. 

“No,” Bruce sighed looking down. “Really Jason I don’t, I know I was wrong. This is something I just didn’t know I didn’t know about,” He hated his own ignorance, he hated to admit it! He was Batman! The way he kept up with other superheroes was always being prepared for everything and knowing more than everyone around him, but he hadn’t even known there was something there to know!

“This isn’t about that, and it’s not about you staying away from the new kids. Exactly the opposite actually, since they know more about this, and Danny might be one of the few people who really understands what it’s like to die and come back like that, I was hoping you’d spend more time here, around them. I think it might help you both.”

“Huh,” Jason sounded, blinking rapidly because that was the most sincere apology he’d gotten from Bruce and he didn’t quite know how to react to it. “Maybe… maybe.” He hadn’t met the new siblings yet after all, maybe they’d hate each other. 

“Can I meet them now?” He asked looking back up at Bruce curiously. 

“Of course, the girl's name is Jasmine Fenton, called Jazz, the boy goes by Danny. Jazz is turning 18 soon, Danny is 16.” 

Right Tim had mentioned that, so Danny was about 3 years younger than him then. That shouldn’t matter too much, and maybe Tim will be right about the sister and can tease Jason about it. He’d been single for a while and wouldn’t mind changing that.

“Of course, I think you should meet Jazz first, she’s protective of Danny and she hasn’t been very involved in all of this. I think she’d feel better being allowed to… vet you first for lack of a better word. Are you okay with that?” Bruce asked Jason politely. 

“Sure, I don’t really care what order I meet them in and… Look Bruce I know I’m mad at you, and I was really hard on Timmy when everything was still raw. But I’m never going to knowingly hurt a kid, or make life harder for them. If I can help them I will,” Jason said sincerely. 

“Jason, the girl is less than a year younger than you. You’re a kid too,” Bruce said sadly. Jason froze for a moment, Yes he was 19, his mind wasn’t fully developed yet or whatever the hell, but he hadn’t felt like a kid since his death. Even before that, the responsibility for his mother, and then the work as a hero. Bruce wanted soldiers, Jason had never gotten a chance to be a kid really.

“Whatever,” Jason scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and standing up, closing himself off from that sincerity. “Do you know where she is?”

“She’s in the library,” Bruce said, his lips twitching up in a smile. “She loves books almost as much as you did, though she seems to be more drawn to non-fiction.” 

Jason hummed and nodded, heading towards the door since he knew his own damn way to the library, Bruce didn’t have to lead! He did follow through, he was clearly protective of these kids so of course he would want to be there when Jason met them.

When he entered the library he saw a young woman sitting at one of the tables with some sort of text book. Her back was straight and her legs tucked under the chair with her ankles crossed. It looked like she was self consciously trying to look put together. She looked up at them, blue green eyes looking him over critically, he could practically see her picking him apart in her mind and he tried not to fidget.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Jason Todd,” He said, walking over and offering her his hand to shake. She was very pretty, but he was surprised by his own complete lack of attraction, she just didn’t register that way, she seemed more… maternal almost.

“Ah, the dead son,” She chuckled, getting up from the table and reaching out to shake his hand, her grip was strong and her hands were soft and cool. “It’s nice to meet you, they mentioned you. Nothing bad,” She added when she saw her face. “And I don’t mean to be rude, I know some people are sensitive about their deaths being mentioned. Danny jokes about it all the time so… I just wanted to let you know that I know, and I accept you.” Jazz said with a warm smile. 

Her easy acceptance caught him off guard and before he could help it he was baring his teeth at her in a snarl, defensive and probing, did she mean it? She grinned sharper bearing sharp fangs at him in a matching sign of… friendly aggression, something inside him settled. He chuckled and took a step back. “Well thanks, nice to meet someone who doesn’t look like they bit a lemon every time I make a death joke.”

“It’s your death, as long as it’s healthy you can own that however comes naturally to you,” Jazz promised, sitting back down at the desk. “I’d love to talk more and get to know you, but we can do that later. You really should meet Danny.”

“You don’t want to come with us,” Bruce broke in, sounding worried. Jason had almost forgotten he was there, he hadn’t realized how… all encompassing the short interaction had been.

“I’ll probably follow,” Jazz said with a shrug, her gaze turning stern as she looked at Bruce. “Remember what I said about never breaking up a fight,” She told him firmly. 

Well if that didn’t make Jason nervous he didn’t know what did. Why would he fight with Danny? Would Danny fight with him? Why? “You really think it’s a good idea for us to meet? Why would we fight?” Jason asked her sharply.

“Of course,” she agreed, her eyes softening as she looked back at him, though her expression remained a little mischievous. “It’ll be good for both of you.”

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[newtafterdark]

As a magical holiday gift from me to you:

Enjoy the now fully translated unofficial parental guide "The Book of FinFin" for the virtual pet "Fin Fin on Teo the Magic Planet"! 🐬🎄✨

It was originally made by a now defunct German manual publisher exclusively for the German-speaking market, running on Windows 3.1 & Windows 95.

However, you can also run it in your current browser of choice by opening the START.HTM file and adjusting the size of your browser window by slimming it down slightly, so the background image doesn't repeat. That way you get the intended experience without running an old version of Windows!

Download both the English Translation and the original German manual in one .ZIP file by clicking here!

EDIT: huge shoutout to EMGE (the person who runs finfin.de, the fan-run FinFin homepage) who has now archived my translation of "The Book of FinFin" and put it up for viewing on the site!

Now you can read the manual in your browser without needing to download the files onto your harddrive!

View it here under Gallery > Other Products!

Special thanks to everyone the "Fin Fin Fans!" Discord for being excited and patient with me, as I worked on this project single-handedly for the past few weeks.

And of course, also a big Thank You to @wayneradiotv, for introducing me to this silly little critter in the first place through his streams of the game, which lead to me searching for old FinFin media and finding this old CD manual by pure chance.

[corsairspade]

Halenthir scenario where they get married for tax benefits (in a platonic good friends sort of way) and fall in love long distance via sending each other letters with ideas on how to best leverage their marriage for tax evasion.

[symphonybracket]

The symphony bracket is here!

This is how voting will proceed:

Beginning on September 1, one poll (2 symphonies) will be posted per day. The poll duration will be 7 days.

The reason for the slow posting will be to give voters time to listen, in case one or both symphonies is new to them!

There are 64 symphonies in the bracket, meaning 32 polls.

Happy voting!

Left Side:

Mahler 2 vs Prokofiev 5

Bruckner 8 vs Mozart 10

Mahler 10 vs Schubert 8

Pejačević 1 vs Beethoven 9

Shostakovich 7 vs Glière 3

Beethoven 5 vs Tchaikovsky 6

Mahler 1 vs Sibelius 2

Beethoven 8 vs Vaughan Williams 2

Copland 3 vs Beach Gaelic

Beethoven 6 vs Dvořák 7

Borodin 2 vs Saint-Saëns 3

Mendelssohn 4 vs Beethoven 3

Rachmaninoff 2 vs Kalinnikov 2

Prokofiev 1 vs Rachmaninoff 1

Emilie Mayer 2 vs Vaughan Williams 7

Haydn 75 vs Dvořák 8

Right Side:

Mahler 5 vs Polymath 1

Corigliano 1 vs Ives Universe

Price 1 vs Shostakovich 5

Mahler 6 vs Sibelius 5

Prokofiev 7 vs Mendelssohn 5

Shostakovich 11 vs Mahler 3

Shostakovich 9 vs Ives 4

Berlioz Symphony Fantastique vs Britten Simple Symphony

Vaughan Williams 1 vs Tchaikovsky 4

Shostakovich 10 vs Hovhaness 4

Beethoven 7 vs Grant Still 2

Dvořák 9 vs Brahms 1

Brahms 2 vs Maslanka 4

Brahms 3 vs Tchaikovsky 1

Tchaikovsky 5 vs Mozart 40

[biancasbow]

You know what notes app you’re funny

[hide-your-bugs-away]

Made this connection the other day, but why did it take me four entire years to realize that Eric was wearing The Green Shirt during Price to Play: August 12th, 1968 (with guest star Eric Burdon)??

The lack of a collar, the short row of buttons, the slightly darker complex of the shirt... This whole time, I was always bemoaning the fact that we never got to see Alan in photograph next to Eric in some of his more iconic "EB & The Animals" outfits... and it's been staring at me all this time. They are aesthetic complements always (and undeniable complements in many other ways as well)... now's a good time for a Dr Pepper.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Beach Episode (Part 19)

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Danny and Jason talked out their issues and dealt with it. Jason didn’t think he’d fuck up again, he’d felt so fucking bad, but Danny didn’t trust that. Which was fair, even if it hurt, he was going to have to prove that he meant it and could hold to it even when he was angry. He needed to get into therapy too, he’d been putting it off because he was scared, and protective of his identity, so much of the shit he’d seen and done was so hard to explain in a civilian situation.

But now that he was on slightly better terms with the JL he could prevail himself of one of their therapists. That ended up being the favour that Danny demanded from them was providing Jason with a therapist, one that wouldn’t be too judgmental of his… ‘methods’. They asked for Wonder Woman’s advice on that, which she was very happy to provide, relieved that Jason was facing up to his bad behaviour and taking steps to make it right. She’d been worried she was going to have to physically knock some sense into him.

The other favour that Danny asked for, not of the JL but from Jason, was not to complain about the family vacation that was being planned between Dick, Tim, Danny, and Alfred. Jason still didn’t love the idea but Danny gave him puppy dog eyes and insisted that it was needed to make him forgive Jason for his slip up. Necessary to make things right with his family and moving on, so he accepted it.

It took a lot of arranging and planning to get the family on vacation. They had to find a time everyone was available, find people they trusted to cover their patrols or cities, and of course agree on a destination. That was harder than you would expect, especially when Bruce got involved and tried to insist it should be in the deep woods somewhere and be a training exercise more than anything.

In the end he was shouted down and it was decided that they were going to go to a beach somewhere warm and sunny. Far enough away from any of their usual haunts that they wouldn’t feel the urge to work as long as there weren’t any natural disasters and Tim was kept off his ipad. Since it was a family vacation Danny invited Ellie and Dan too, though he wasn’t sure that Dan would come. Half of him hoped he wouldn’t because having Dan there was bound to be complicated, but they had decided to be family so Danny was going to put his money where his mouth was. 

Dan had been doing well anyway, he hadn’t missed any check ins and hadn’t caused any chaos in space. So he at least deserved an invite, whether he wanted to come or not. They had a check in two weeks before the trip so Danny brought it up with him then.

��A family vacation huh?” Dan asked, they were ‘sitting’ on a broken satellite which was still orbiting earth through inertia.

“Ya, God knows the Wayne's need it. And honestly so do I. Ellie will be coming too, and you're welcome too if you want to,” Danny said with a little shrug.

“And draw more attention from the GIW onto both of you?” Dan asked skeptically.

“Ya, but they already know Phantom is back and working with the Justice League now. I really don't think they're brave enough to touch us now. And if they try to, with all three of us together with the bats? Frankly I'd like to see them try. Maybe it would give the Justice League the push they need to really give them the smack down.” 

Dan snorted a little at Danny, he still didn't expect that ferocity from his younger self. “Ya I guess so,” he agreed with a crooked little smile.

“But if that was an excuse and you just don't want to come, that's fine. I don't want to push you, I just don't want you to feel left out since we decided we're family now,” Danny explained.

“Nah, I want to come. I want to meet my future brother in law,” Dan said with an absolutely feral smile.

“Oh dear,” Danny said faintly. “That doesn't sound good. Is it too late to uninvite you?” 

“Oh absolutely,” Dan cackled wickedly. “If you're going to be my little brother I should get to vet your boyfriend,” he teased, reaching over to ruffle Danny's hair and laughing when Danny smacked his hand away.

“Fine, you'll be a better judge than some people since I'm assuming we have the same opinions about violence?” He asked, glancing at Dan.

“I think I'm probably even more down for it then you are, but ya. Why?”

“Batman tried to stage an intervention about Jason hitting me. Trying to explain to them that I was totally fine with it and kinda liked it suuucked,” Danny groaned, flopping back dramatically as Dan laughed at him.

“Poor you,” Dan said, entirely unsympathetic. Danny flipped him off. “I'll probably give him shit about it.”

“Just don't scare him off. I really like this guy. If you pull anything I swear I'll spend the rest of our eternity making sure you never get a date!” 

“Sheesh, that's a serious threat kid! As long as he's not a wimp I won't scare him off. If I do scare him off he wasn’t a good fit for you in the first place,” Dan pointed out reasonably.

“Fine, I'll be keeping an eye on you though,” Danny warned.

“Of course you will, I'd expect nothing less after everything I've done,” Dan agreed dryly. “I'm surprised you're letting me be around your new found family at all.”

“Ya, well, you're one of my new found family as well.”

“Shit.”

“If you didn't want to be part of my found family you should have killed me when you had the chance!” 

“IS THAT A FUCKING MEME?!”

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All the Wayne’s could have asked their respective flying friends to give them a lift to the resort, but it had been decided no kryptonians were invited. They were trying to keep things to their family, though Dick was bringing Kori, that was fine they had been together off and on for years and were well settled together this time. She might as well be an in-law already. So she would be flying Dick in from Bludhaven, and everyone else was going to fly out from Gotham in the Waynes’ private jet. Well, the Waynes and Babs and Steph, who had taken a little more convincing to come, getting past their insistence they weren’t actually family being the trick. Thankfully the fact that the phantom siblings were coming too helped them see it wasn’t only a trip for the Waynes, and with different heroes and allies found to cover protecting Gotham they were bundled onto the private jet as well. 

 Which Danny and Ellie teased Bruce and Tim relentlessly about owning, Jason snickering in the background and egging on the two ghostly siblings in their teasing. They deserved it, no matter how much Bruce tried to defend that it was expected of him to have a private jet and he needed it for business! 

Teasing didn’t stop them from enjoying it though, Ellie chasing Tim around the isles, with Alfred chiding but not actually trying to stop them from having their fun and being kids for once.  Danny spent half the time exploring and stealing any snacks he found, and half the time murmuring in Jason’s ear about how they should steal the jet to join the mile high club. It was sweet torture and Jason did not want it to stop even as he shifted awkwardly and tried desperately to think unsexy thoughts so he wouldn’t get a boner surrounded by his family! Thank fuck Dick wasn’t here, the knowing smirks he’d be shooting the two of them would be too much.

It was a 16 hour flight, and once Ellie and Tim tired themselves out and fell asleep Bruce pulled out a sleep mask and settled in. Danny gave them this, it was much more comfortable to sleep in, and Jason and Danny slept soundly, at least until Ellie got bored and pounced on Danny. They phased out through the wall of the plane to go for a fly, racing the jet and flying loops around it until Ellie got tired and Danny had to help her back into the jet when she started to fall behind. 

Everyone else had started to wake up while they were gone, so by the time they got back it was just in time to have a family breakfast, and talk about what they were going to do once they landed. They had booked the entire top floor of the resort for privacy, which Danny thought was kind of overkill, but these were The Bats, they were incredibly security minded people, so he didn’t argue about it. Danny was mostly excited about swimming, this was a beach vacation after all!

Finally they landed, and grabbed as much of their stuff as they could from the plane before the bellhops could get them, as if all the staff hadn’t already been vetted by Babs. They were only staying for a week so they didn’t have so much they couldn’t reasonably carry it, and Danny suspected at least Tim had some stuff in his bags he would not want anyone else to see. He was going to keep an eye on the younger man to make sure that he hadn’t smuggled any work with him on vacation. 

They piled out of the plane, chattering excitedly about the vacation, Dick coming onto the plane to help Babs on the slightly too steep ramp from the plane. Kori was waiting for them on the tarmac with a warm smile, taking a couple of the heavier bag.

“We already picked out her room on the left side. I suspect Jason and Danny will want to be on the right, and the… single, and younger members of the family should be in the middle so we all have some place,” Kori suggested. 

“Kori!” Dick chided, though he clearly wasn’t actually shocked. Actually those who’d known the two of them for a while knew that was far more delicately put then she might have said it a couple years ago.

“What?” She said, blinking her bright green eyes innocently at Dick. “This is a romantic destination, and we love each other, we are only doing what is surely expected of a loving romantic union. I doubt your father wants to hear-”

“YES thank you Kori you’re right. We’ll make sure you and Dick, and Jason and Danny have your privacy,” Bruce promised.

Before the conversation could continue Ellie shrieked and dropped her bags, taking off running away from the group. It startled everyone, but hackles smoothed immediately when they spotted Dan, strolling across the lot to meet her at a more casual pace. He rolled his eyes but there was a smile on his face as he bent down to scoop Ellie up before she could headbutt him in the gut at full sprint. He was wearing regular clothes, a black shirt and pants with white stripes down the side, and his fiery hair had been gathered into a low ponytail. He still looked obviously inhuman with his grey-green skin and red eyes, but there were all sorts of meta-humans around and he didn’t look like a supervillain at least. 

Ellie scrambled from in his arms to onto his shoulders as he grumbled at her without any real heat behind it. He shrugged his shoulders, making her squeak and hold on tight as he strolled over to the rest of the group.

“I’m glad you could make it,” Danny said, approaching Dan and patting his arm.

“Hey I told you I would,” Dan said ruffling Danny’s hair and ignoring the way the humans around them shifted nervously. Danny was either ignoring it as well or hadn’t noticed the nerves.

“I don’t believe we’ve met!” Kori said cheerfully, holding out her hand to shake. 

“Hey, I’m Dan. I’m these two’s big brother, by technicality,” Dan joked, gesturing to Danny and Ellie with his free hand, shaking her hand and squeezing too hard. He looked impressed when her smile only brightened and she squeezed back just as hard. “And who might you be?”

“I’m Kori, I’m Dick’s partner,” She said brightly. “You seem strong, we should spar some time soon.”

“I’d like that,” Dan agreed with a shark's grin. Grunting and dropping the smile when Danny elbowed him in the side. 

“Behave,” Danny grumbled at him, getting a growl and an eye roll in return, before his gaze landed on Jason. 

“And you must be Danny’s boyfriend huh?” He asked, letting go of Kori’s hand and offering it to Jason.

“Ya, I am. It’s nice to meet you. He warned me about you,” Jason said, standing up straight and shaking Dan’s hand firmly, trying not to wince when he squeezed it far too tightly. 

“I’m sure he did. I warned me about messing with you too,” Dan cackled, letting go of Jason’s hand before it could crack and shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“Right, well now that everyone’s met each other let’s head inside hm?” Bruce interrupted trying to shoo them all towards the door. They were starting to attract attention standing out in the open like this. “We should pick out our rooms and get comfortable.”

“Ellie, how do you feel about sharing a room with Dan?” Danny asked, glancing up at his young clone, still perched on Dan’s broad shoulders. 

“I don’t need a babysitter!” Both Dan, and Ellie said at the same time before looking at each other, startled as Danny laughed.

“You’d both be absolutely terrible babysitters,” He said fondly. He expected them to get into a good deal of chaos together, but he did think that Ellie would keep Dan from killing anyone, or get Danny if things got completely out of control. 

“Fine, we’ll share,” Dan sighed, and Ellie nodded. 

“Thanks guys,” Danny said, smiling at his siblings before grabbing Jason’s hand and tugging him towards the door. “Come on, let’s go find the most extravagant room we can!”

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There was a bit of a scramble for rooms, not that there weren’t plenty of rooms, but Step, Dick, and Tim were petty and silly and argued over the ‘best’ rooms. And of course once they started Ellie had to get in on the action. Danny and Jason left the younger ones (and Dick) to their squabbling and went to pick out their own room as far away from the rest as they could manage. They found a lovely one with an airy, beachy theme and a window seat looking out onto the ocean.

“It’s beautiful here,” Danny said, sitting down on the padded bench in front of the window and making grabby hands at Jason.

“Is it,” Jason chuckled, going to sit with Danny, who practically dived into Jason’s arms. “I wouldn’t want to live in a place like this, but it is very nice to visit.”

“Of course you wouldn’t, you're a Gothemite and a bat! If it’s not a little close, dark, or gloomy you stand out like a sore thumb,” Danny teased, nuzzling against the underside of Jason’s jaw, who laughed along. “I like our home and our nest though, it’s cozy,” Danny added before Jason could get insecure about it.

“Me too, do you want to unpack first or go exploring?” Jason asked softly.

“As much as I want to go exploring, I think we had better unpack before anyone tries to kick us out of our room by throwing out our bags,” Danny said with a put upon sigh, going nearly boneless against Jason’s chest. 

“You know you’re going to have to get up for us to unpack, right?”

“Noooo!”

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The resort really was beautiful, and since they’d rented an entire floor it wasn’t as crowded as they were sure it usually was. Danny had never been to a place like this and he intended to make the most of it, all of it! The beach, the spa, and the incredibly fucking fancy restaurant and bar where he and Jason could actually drink since the Maldieves actually had a reasonable drinking age! 

Over the course of the week they got couples messages, got so drunk they had to lean on each other to get back to their room, and ordered far too much room service. But undoubtedly the beach was absolutely the main attraction. They spent a lot of time there, to the point Danny got a tan, and Jason was very glad he didn’t burn like Bruce did, who spent most of the second day laying on his stomach in bed with Alfred scolding him about not refreshing his sunscreen after swimming. On the second day Danny remembered he didn’t strictly have to breathe! And Jason spent the rest of the day sitting on the beach while Danny (and Ellie or Dan in turns) disappeared into the water for hours and came back to tell him about everything they saw.

On the third day Jason rented some scuba equipment so he could go down with his boyfriend and see all the wonders he’d been so excited about. At least the ones in shallower waters, he couldn’t follow Danny deeper where the pressure got too much, when Danny realized that he stuck to the shallower areas. By the time they got back to shore Jason was exhausted and very ready for supper, which was a family affair every night of the trip. It was really nice, since Alfred didn’t have to cook he could actually join them and he kept it from being too rowdy. 

They had to push tables together to accommodate the whole family, but the Waynes had more than enough money to get away with it and establish an extra long table for themselves for the entire week of their stay. They tended to eat late, which worked too because there were fewer people for them to disturb with their chatter and chaos, and the eleven of them were usually more than enough for the kitchen to contend with since most of them were big eaters. The dinners were really nice, it didn’t have the baggage of being at the manor, and though they’d met up in smaller groups all of them (minus Kate who had opted out) had never been in the same place. 

It was the perfect opportunity for… something, something that Dick unfortunately beat Jason too on the third night, during dessert when he got up from the table, and got down on one knee in front of Kori. Silence fell over the entire restaurant as Jason bit back a groan and quickly readjusted his expectations to be happy for his brother. 

“Koriand'r, you and I have been together for a long time, and we’ve been through a lot of shit. But never have I not been happy you were there with me for it. You’ve made all of it easier by letting me be by your side, and I hope you’ll let me stick by you for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?” 

“Yes!” Kori yelped, holding out her hand and letting him put the ring on her finger before she grabbed his wrist and his collar and hauled him in for a passionate kiss as the family cheered and everyone around clapped politely. “You’ll have to come with me to pick out a ring for you as well My Love,” Kori told him warmly while Dick grinned like an idiot. 

“Congratulations!” Steph cheered, practically leaping over the table to tackle both of them as Bruce ordered a few bottles of the best champagne the resort could offer and everyone else lined up to congratulate them as well. Besides Dan, who was being ignored as he grumbled in the corner about how ostentatious and cliche the whole thing was. 

Hey, maybe if Danny secretly shared some of those thoughts Jason had dodged a bullet not being able to propose on this trip. He’d come up with a new plan, one Danny might even like better.

[gay-mooshrooms]

I fear to stain your clothes with blood/Stain them. I don't care

Chapter 1

Look.

Maybe Wilbur didn't love going to camp.

Maybe he would whine, and complain, and annoy the crap out of Phil and Techno on the 3-hour car ride.

But! 

That did not mean he hated it. 

Sure it was far from the most enjoyable experience in the world. 

But sue him, the kids gave him some small shred of hope for humanity that he was oh so desperately lacking. 

It also helped that Tommy adored Camp Essempi. He had practically grown up there, been tagging along every summer since he was 7 after Phil bought the place. 

So now Wilbur found himself in his dad's grey van, listening to The Artic Monkeys at a very unhealthy volume, while he could see Techno gesturing in the seat in front of him. 

If he had to guess, Tech was probably monologuing about some new book he read or what he was planning for the campers or something.

Wilbur didn't really care. 

Tommy was directly next to him, and his head was now resting on his shoulder, where it had been slowly creeping toward for the past hour, in spite of him claiming, "Fuck you Wil! I'm not tired at all bitch!"

They really needed to work on his swearing problem.

But that was for another day. 

Right now Wilbur had to worry about how to stay sane with 2 more hours left on this car trip.

He debated trying to read a book he brought but considering the last time he'd tried reading a book in the car they'd had to pull over so he could throw up, he decided not to risk it. 

Listen to Techno rant? Wilbur thinks he'd rather take the vomit at that point.

He eventually just decides to take the easy way out. 

Turning his music down slightly, he lays his head on top of Tommy's, stretching the blanket he'd been hogging across them both, and letting his eyes shut. 

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By the time he woke up, they were only 30 minutes away from camp, and Tommy was still dead to the world. 

Techno had fallen asleep at this point too, his head lolling so his long hair fell over the edge of the car seat.

How he lived with it that long Wilbur would never know. 

He removed one of his earbuds and was met with the soft sound of Here Comes the Sun drifting from the radio, Phil humming along quietly. 

A few seconds later, his dad looked up and saw him awake. 

"Oh Wil!" Phil said, smiling, "Didn't see that you were up. We stopped at McDonald's about 15 minutes ago and got some fries for you, figured you'd be hungry."

Wilbur immediately brightened and maybe grabby hands at his father. 

"Gimme food," he said, with all the eloquence of a toddler. 

Phil chuckled and handed over the brown paper bag. 

"Save some for Tommy, you know he'll be starving when he wakes up, and who knows what that will entail."

Wilbur nodded solemnly, suddenly reminded of the last long car trip they'd taken. 

A few minutes into starting on the fries, he felt Tommy stir beside him. 

"Ugh, do I smell food?" Tommy asked, his voice slightly hoarse. 

"Always hungry never satisfied," said Wilbur, which was not entirely inaccurate. Tommy ate like a fiend. 

"Ey!" Tommy blurted out, his head immediately shooting up and his hands raising. "Just cus you're as small as a twig doesn't mean I have to be. Plus I heard Niki's running some of the sports stuff and I am NOT doing that on an empty stomach."

Wilbur had to give him that, Niki, one of his old camp friends and now first-year counselor, was one of the nicest people he'd ever met, but also incredibly badass. 

She'd been one of Techno's favorite campers, and he, in turn, had been her favorite counselor, which meant she was an expert in most combat-based camp stuff. 

She terrified Wilbur and Tommy alike. 

Techno too, but he would only admit that to her.

"Fine fine gremlin child take your food," huffed Wilbur, handing over the bag.

Tommy grinned evilly up at him and began shoveling the food into his mouth like an animal, a raccoon perhaps. Or maybe a possum. 

Wilbur couldn't help but grimace and turn his attention back towards his older brother and father, who, now that Techno had woken up too, were discussing camp setup. 

"Listen, Phil," one of Techno's quirks, he almost never called Phil dad. "We have more campers this year, we're gonna need to buy some more stuff."

Phil shook his head, "It'll be fine Tech. And if not, we'll go out and get stuff. And anyway, it's not so much supplies I'm worried about but space. I think we'll have to raid some of the unused cabins for cots. The last thing I wanna do is force kids to sleep on the floor, "said Phil, chuckling. 

"It would be good for them, " Wilbur chimed in, "Builds character."

Phil laughed. 

"C'mon Wil, let's not give them scoliosis too early on in the summer."

"As I just stated, character building."

"Wilbur I swear to god."

The last 20 minutes of the drive were spent bickering about random topics or singing along to Hamilton.

The latter was, of course, Wilbur's request. 

But Tommy joined in too. 

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The sudden sound of crunching gravel alerted Wilbur to their imminent arrival at Essempi, a sound that bore equal parts joy and pain in his mind. 

It was at this point Tommy began bouncing off the walls, it was honestly a miracle he's lasted this long.

Usually about 2 hours in they had to stop for 15 minutes and just putter around a gas station.

Fortunately, Tommy had stayed up late last night with Wilbur, going over rules and his luggage over and over again to make sure he didn't forget anything. 

But once rested, Tommy's energy made a full recovery, and as soon as they had gotten their luggage out of the car he was full-on sprinting towards their cabin. 

Wilbur however, did not not follow so eagerly. 

Unlike Tommy, car trips didn't make him stir crazy, but rather tired, lethargic, and dead on his feet.

So, grumbling, he hoisted his backpack over his shoulders and grabbed his duffle, before trudging down the path behind his little brother. 

It didn't take long for his dad and Techno to catch up, his older brother giving him a small pat on his shoulder before moving past. 

Phil on the other hand, fell into stride alongside Wilbur and started humming Dear Theodosia, one of his favorites. 

"How are you feeling Wil?"

The words startled him, he hadn't exactly been expecting conversation. 

"Uh, fine?" he said, with a slight question in his tone. 

"I mean, a bit tired but nothing horrible."

Phil nodded, "OK. Just let us know if you need anything."

Wilbur couldn't help the small sigh that escaped him. 

He understood that his dad meant well. That he genuinely cared and wanted to help. But this was not what Wilbur needed. 

He never did well at the whole talking about your feelings thing. That was definitely Phil's department, and something he always encouraged in his kids. But somehow Wilbur never got the hand of that particular skill.

He didn't think any of them did really.

But he didn't say this, or anything remotely similar. 

Instead, he just nodded and said softly, "Alright, thanks dad."

Phil smiled, laid a hand on Wilbur's shoulder, gave a small squeeze, and then he was gone. 

Wilbur paused for a second, looking around at the slowly darkening sky, where the first glimpses of stars were visible.

He glanced at the trees, shaking in the slight breeze that was making him glad he wore a hoodie.

And finally, he looked back down the path, where beams of warm light could now be seen.

Wilbur took a deep inhale, readjusted his bag, and continued walking.

It was gonna be a long couple of months.

[callsign-relic]

Watched a video where someone played Splatoon 3 side order and bought side order yesterday and I can feel the Splatoon enjoyment seeping in

[ollieoliveoboelo22]

Mary Floyd, Part 1

I've kept y'all waiting long enough for this post, happy Valentine's Day

Born March 6, 1764 in Mastic, Suffolk, New York

Mary with Henry and Maria circa 1790. Note the little toy carriage on the ground. That's a whole ‘nother discussion on changes on views of children and their development, but I wanted to point out how adorable it is.

Here, you can see Setauket and the dropped pin is the Floyd estate.

Looking at one of the very few (if not only) identified letters written by Mary, she signed them Maria, and had the nickname Polly as well. (As noted in Jefferson’s letters to his daughter and to Madison where he says Polly Floyd.) For the purposes of this post, I will refer to her as Mary, to distinguish from Maria Hallett and Maria Tallmadge Cushman.

Mary was born to Hannah Jones Floyd (1740-1781) and to Major General William Floyd (1734-1821) who were married in 1760. She grew up with her older brother Nicoll (1762-1852) and her younger sister Catherine ‘Kitty’ (1767 - 1832).

After Hannah died, William remarried Joanna Strong (1742-1826) of Setauket in 1784. Yes, those Strongs. William and Joanna had two children Ann (1785-1809) and Elizabeth (1789-1820). Mary had already married to Ben and was living Connecticut when Ann was born, so she likely did not have much interaction with her two younger half sisters. 

Not much is known about Mary's early life. Her mother and father were prominent patriots. William was elected to the provincial assembly in 1769 and was selected as a delegate for the first Continental Congress. He became a colonel (through nomination) of the Western Regiment of Suffolk County and eventually rose to the rank of Major General. He split his duties between the military and Congress while also trying to find time to be with his family.

While he was away, Hannah took over running of the estate. It should be said that there were enslaved people at the Mastic estate. In a 1790 census there were 14 enslaved people and 5 free people of color working at the mastic estate. Before the war, sources are not clear, but it is likely that any enslaved persons at the estate either came to Connecticut with the refugees or joined the British with the promise of freedom.

When Mary was 12, the Floyd family fled with other refugees to Connecticut after the British took Long Island. Family history says that Hannah buried the family silver before fleeing with her children and neighbors across the sound. For the next seven years the family lived in Middleton, Connecticut while the British used the Mastic house for their cavalry units for the rest of the war.

This may have been one of the pieces of family silver buried. It belonged to Mary’s paternal grandparents

Hannah enrolled all three children in school while in Middleton, and William would visit his family often when he could be excused from his duties in Congress. However, the family were refugees, and only very little pay was provided by Congress for William’s duties. I could not find much more information about this, but it wouldn't be far fetched to infer that there was financial insecurity.

Tragedy struck the Floyd family again. Hannah, unfortunately would never see their home again. Her health had declined and she died May 16, 1781 at the age of 41. She was buried in Connecticut. Mary was 17.

It is not known who took care of the Floyd children while their father served in congress, but by the winter of ‘82-83 they were living at Mary House’s boarding house with their father in Philadelphia.

Benjamin Tallmadge, being of the second continental dragoons, had visited Middleton several times during the war. He set up winter quarters in Wethersfield, Connecticut, just by Middleton in the Winter of 76-77, he also tells of visiting Wethersfield in the winter of 79-80. Additionally there was a winter camp in Durham and he passed through Middleton several times while serving in the dragoons. It is extremely likely if not certain that he met Mary and the rest of the Floyd family during this time.

As soon as word of peace came, William returned to his home in Mastic to find the estate completely ransacked. He rebuilt the house and on April 29, 1783, he and his children left Philadelphia for Long Island. 

It was during the winter and spring of 1783 that James Madison fell in love with Catherine while in Philadelphia. You can read the letters between Thomas Jefferson and Madison where they mention Kitty. Portrait miniatures were shared, very common among engagements. Sadly for Madison, by late July, Kitty had fallen in love with William Clarkson (later on Dr. Clarkson) and broke off the engagement, leaving Madison heartbroken. According to one source, he never got over Kitty. He found old letters that he had written to Jefferson about her and was so upset he inked out the references to his love for her. 

Speaking of Thomas Jefferson. Mary and Martha ‘Patsy’ Jefferson (daughter of Jefferson, not wife) were penpals. Only one letter can be found in the Library of Congress but based on the letters Jefferson and Madison sent each other, and the letters between Jefferson and his daughter, there were far more between the girls.

But Jefferson’s letter to Madison mentions a bundle of enclosed letters from Patsy to Mary.

The letter Mary wrote that was mentioned above was dated January 11, 1784. It includes references to Patsy enjoying the song she sent and her desire to see Patsy again… but not in Virginia. It’s likely these two met in Philadelphia

It’s strange that she never mentioned a certain Colonel Tallmadge. Maybe he hadn’t gotten to Mastic yet or the courtship was not yet as serious to lead to an engagement. Or perhaps she mentioned it in a previous letter. We may never know.

It was over autumn and winter of 1783-84, according to Ben’s memoirs, that he visited areas of Long Island, including Mastic. Not much about their courtship, but it is clear that they absolutely loved each other. 

I will cover the rest of her life in the next part.

[ciaran]

17 - lionspine

Leo was hiding something from Will; Will was sure of it. He’d checked the footage twice and gone over every one of their interactions from the past week. The evidence he’d gathered went as follows:

Normally, Leo only avoided the cameras on the base when he was mad at Will, and didn’t want Will to be able to see him. They hadn’t fought in two weeks, though, and Will had checked whether Leo was mad at him for something he didn’t know he’d done, and Leo wasn’t. And yet, he was avoiding the cameras. 

The routes he was avoiding being seen in ran from the smallcraft hangar at the ass-end of the base to Dean’s office, and then from Dean’s office to his own room, and from the kitchen to his own room, and from the kitchen to Dean’s room. And he’d taken those routes a lot recently.

How had Leo gotten so good at avoiding the cameras? When he did appear in them, he was holding something, but that something was always hidden by his body. Will disliked the reminder that Leo was letting Will see him; it was his base, and he’d kept Leo alive for so many years, which meant Leo had been able to keep everyone else alive. Leo belonged to Will. 

He also liked it. He liked that Leo trusted him so much he strolled around under Will’s gaze like he knew that he was always safe as long as Will was watching and WIll was always watching.

Leo had been very vague about what he was up to recently. He could talk circles around Will in his sleep, but Will was sharp, and knew bullshit when he saw it. And he loved Leo, loved him enough to admit for both of them that Leo was at least seventy percent bullshit by volume on a good day. And now that had risen to a solid ninety percent, and Will was getting irritated. If Leo didn’t fold when pressed, they fought, but Leo was neither folding nor arguing, and that was just not how it was supposed to be.

(Will wondered, half-habitually, if it had anything to do with Alex. He’d never seen the base’s ace pilot as a strong contender for Leo’s affection, but he still couldn’t help keeping a close eye on them, every moment they were together, just to make sure. Just to make sure.) 

(Because he knew Leo would die for Alex, and he wasn’t always sure Leo would die for Will. Maybe he was tired of having to be ready to die for people. Maybe he knew that between the two of them, Will was the needier one, and therefore the one who would be happy to die for the other.)

Leo had visited the city thrice in the last week. He could be as vague as he wanted, but Will had access to every record on the base, and knew precisely what to look for. The trips were a few hours long, and two of them had been conducted back to back.

(Secret girlfriend in the suburbs, an ugly part of Will’s mind whispered.)

(But no: if Leo was cheating, Will would have found evidence of it by now. Leo was smart, but not that smart.)

(Will had snooped through his phone, just to be sure, before Leo snatched it back and kissed the top of his head and asked, snide and cocky and so obnoxiously hot, “Found what you’re looking for?”)

Armed with the facts, Will knocked on Dean’s door and asked, “Do you have a moment?”

Dean was doing pushups. His metal arm turned into a metal shoulder, half a metal torso, and a machine heart. But it all worked together seamlessly, as graceful as the mechs the pilots flew. Will’s fingers ached. He’d wanted to be a pilot when he was a kid. He’d wanted it so badly. But his mother wouldn’t enroll him in the program no matter how much he begged.

“Sure,” Dean said. He rose to his feet and stretched. “What do you need, Will?”

The words failed him suddenly. It sounded so ridiculous. All the facts and faced with another person’s scrutiny there was only the squeaking bleat of Will’s dumbest animal brain. He couldn’t bring himself to say Leo’s name out loud in front of this man. He couldn’t even get the first letter out.

“Will?”

“Nothing,” Will muttered. He started to withdraw. “It’s… Nevermind. Nothing.” His cheeks felt red.

“Wait,” Dean said. “Isn’t it your birthday soon? Do you have plans?”

The question was so mystifying, Will almost forgot his embarrassment. Almost. “Why would I have plans for my birthday?” All that day was for him was his mother’s simpering facsimiles of joy and, later, watching Leo tirelessly organize parties for kids who’d be dead in a week and wishing, wishing, wishing he could do anything at all to ease that pain. Oh, he bought himself things, but he bought himself things anyway. There was no point singling out a day for it and pretending he was special.

Dean was staring at him. “Okay, then,” he said. “Anything else?”

“No,” Will said. “Sorry for bothering you.”

[hiswrlds]

[starlightlightning]

🎲

kiss roulette // ACCEPTING 15. Kiss along hips cw: suggestive. its hip kisses theres no real way to make it NOT suggestive i guess elesa's collecting rocket FWBs

They had a nice, casual thing. Friendly interactions, quiet stifled giggles over the absurdity of high society life and gossip while huddling close together in the corners of ballrooms and sharing tables at fine dining establishments. And then it escalated to sharing gossip and looks over less savory things.

Less civil or normal things.

He'd helped her get rid of a body, her first body, and while a normal person would have cut ties then and there, tried their damnedest to put that dark moment behind them, she stayed. One body became more. And the queasiness that had come with the first faded. It didn't fade fully, but it was no longer at the forefront of her mind. After that though, the conversations became a bit... different.

Subtle brushes of fingers against each other's backs or arms, as experimental as they were curious. Looks across the room, unexpected closeness. Two people gauging the other's reactions, testing the waters with subtly that had finally culminated in something bolder.

Now, there they were in her apartment, the smell of iron and gunpowder on their clothes and skin. The only light came through the blinds of her window, street lights orange ribbons across the bed and floor. They stood close, Archer bent over Elesa and Elesa with her head tilted back, eyes locked and bodies flush, posed like they'd frozen in the middle of an intimate dance.

Their breath mingled, lips so close they could touch if they dared to close that extra centimeter of space. Heat crawled up her spine as she curled her fingers at the base of his neck and leaned close as if to kiss him. There was a glint of amusement in his eye, as if he'd won some unspoken contest with her making the first move.

But their lips never touched. Elesa sunk down, looking up at him through her hair and long lashes, hands sliding down his chest and tugging at his shirt. His shirt came untucked, slender fingers pushing the fabric open and away deftly before coming to rest on his thighs.

Eye contact was never broken.

In the dim lighting, his eyes were too bright, and hers too dark.

Painted lips pressed to what she could see of his hip, eyes closing softly as if to savor the contact. The sting of a bite followed the kiss, soothed quickly by a swipe of her tongue and the kiss of cool breath.

Her lips followed the curve of his hip up, raising herself on her knees, her hands curling at his belt. It wasn't intended to be an act of worship, though it certainly looked the part. She attentively followed every dip and curve of his hip with her mouth as if following a roadmap, and every time her lips found a particularly tender bit of skin, she would leave a stinging bite in her wake. It was never hard enough to leave a mark though.

She didn't have to rush through any of it. She could take as long as she wanted to get to know him. It didn't even have to progress past that.

There was no need to rush tonight.

There was no audience to entertain, no crowd to please.

It was just them, that ribbon of streetlight, and a conversation of a different sort.

[holeforzenin]

HIDE N FUCK?!!

SYNOPSIS - A quick game of hide n seek quickly turns into a nasty game of hide n fuck with your step-brother Megumi

Tw - Prone bone, stepcest, they fuck in the attic, degradation, praising, spiting, dirty talk, creampie, choking, breeding kink, Reader is 19 n Megumi is 21, They aren’t blood related. They got caught :0, they may be some grammar errors!! Please do not interact if this isn’t your cup of tea!! MDNI!! Oh he is Toji’s son alright.

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You didn’t think the day would come where you get to relive a cherishable childhood memory of playing one of your favorite games of all time. Playing a game of hide and seek with Megumi and his cousins—a game you never thought you’d play again considering the fact that you were 19 and what people would describe as "too grown" to be playing childish games like that but fortunately, some of Megumi’s family from his dad's side came over for a small family reunion so that’s what led to the evocation.

You sighed in disappointment after finding a well concealed spot to hide in the crowded attic—behind some large boxes in the corner that has been collecting dust for probably years now, just to be raided by Megumi, who joined you.

It was a pretty clandestine hiding spot but now the chances of getting caught has increased even more because it’s been proven to you throughout the years in your childhood that you’ve played the game that you're most likely to get caught quicker if someone else was hiding with you.

But soon enough all those apprehension flew right past your head once you were being fucked hard into oblivion by Megumi— he’s basically mounting you, his larger frame almost crushing your back as you lay on your stomach. Your ass arching up a bit to accommodate the amelioration of the angle. His curved dick sliding in and out of your gushing cunt with ease every time he humps himself into you. His pelvis slapping against the fat of your ass so lewdly, causing the flesh to jiggle like jello against him. Literally, all that could be heard were his loud breathing and occasional groans, your pathetic moaning and babbling a bunch of god knows what, along with the constant sounds of his meaty balls thwacking against your puffy clit—that’s practically wet and dripping with slick. It was actually so fucking nasty how wet you were, coating and drooling all over his cock with your aroused slick as your snugged pussy enveloped his mean cock.

“Fuck you hear how soaked she is for me? Such a little slut. You don’t care what the situation is, you just wanna get your little hole stuffed and fucked like a horny bitch, is that right?” his deep voice rasped against your ear, it was pretty hilarious to you that he was saying that when he was the one groping you from behind and kissing your neck while rubbing his hard bulge into your ass with your skirt hauled up just seconds after he joined you—basically the one to initiate what was happening in the first place. You weren’t even surprised though, Megumi always had a thing for sneaky fucking—An exhibition freak.

You moaned out like brainless slut, placing one of your hands on Megumi’s right hand, which is balled up into a fist to ground himself at the sides of your head. He was so close to you that you could smell the delicious scent of his cologne—sweet and minty, wafting straight into your nostrils, making your mind hazy.

“Gumiii” you whined, feeling your brains getting fucked out that you're just babbling nonsense at the point. “Hmm? What is it baby” he moved his head closer to yours, licking a long stripe on the side of your neck that sent shivers down your spine. "We need to ngh—Hur-ry, or we’ll get cccaught!” You yelped suddenly, biting your lips when you felt two of his lengthy fingers toying with your nipple, tugging and pinching the hard bud.

“Oh yeah? Then I guess you’ll just have to be a good girl f’me and be extra fucking quiet or would you rather let everyone see and hear you getting fucked dumb and stupid by your stepbrother’s cock?” His deep voice whispered in your ear, a tiny smirk plastered on the corner of his face that immediately made your pussy clenched even harder around his girth, Your jaw dropped as his cockhead kissed your cervix, making your eyes roll back in your head. It’s like every time he fucked his cock deeper and deeper into you, your mind goes clumsy and you turn into a brainless zombie.

There’s no way any one couldn’t hear the loud thumping noises and loud moans coming from the attic—there’s no way fucking way but by the way Megumi was being an arrogant lil shit and stretching your little pussy open with his cock so brutally to accommodate his size like this, making you moan uncontrollable as if he wants someone to hear and get caught, he doesn’t seem to give a shit.

“Fuckk wish I could suck on those pretty tits” he murmured as he fondled with your breast, groping and squeezing the soft flesh as you shiver slightly because of his cold hands. He quickly lets go and wraps his big hand over your throat, angling your head to look up at him, a dark glint beaming in his eye with a tiny smirk as he eyed your fucked out face. He watched as your face distorted in pleasure, his thick cock twitching in your pussy knowing that he was the reason for that. You opened your mouth, acquitting a loud pornographic moan, Megumi used that as a perfect opportunity to corrugate his lips, a loud “pff” sound ringing in your ears as you felt a thick substance hitting your tongue. “Swallow it now” he ordered nonchalantly, dark blue eyes piercing into your soul. You did as you were told and swallowed his spit, opening your mouth after to prove it to him.

“Mmm That’s a gooddd girl, fuckk this pussy s’good, imagine if I blow my load inside this pretty cunt and fill you up, bet you’d like that yeah? Wanna give your mom and Toji some snotty little grandkids?” He babbles maniacally in your ear as you go stupid, feeling your orgasm approaching.

He noticed. Hand enthralling harder around your neck as he buckled his hips against you roughly, pulling his thick cock out of you just to bully it right back into your tight hole faster knocking loud whimpers out of you. He quickly lets go of your neck, his hand snaking its way to your sticky clit, using three fingers to sloppily rub circles on it without any type of rhythm, if you weren’t fucked so dumb right now you might’ve actually had a chance to recognize the messy spelling of his name rubbing onto your clit. “Fuckkk—look at this greedy little pussy squeezing my cock like this, you gonna cum? You really gonna make a mess on your step-brothers dick? Fuck you’re suchhh a little slut, baby. He laughed while moaning, feeling your pussy milking his cock for his own release. Fuck he really is considering fucking a baby into you at this point, your pussy was driving him crazy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head so pathetically as you screamed his name, feeling your hole spasming around his length as you squirted on his cock and all over the floor. Wet squelching noises achoing against the thin wooden walls as he fucked the liquid out of you, steams of your pussy juice heaving everywhere.

“Shitt you squirted??Oh fuckfuckfuck, What a dirty bitch” he gritted his teeth, almost losing his mind. Oh he’s trying his best to hold onto the small amount of sanity he has left as his cock molds your hole perfectly, his thick girth sliding into your pussy painfully fast because of your wetness. His mean tip grazing against your g-spot perfectly that it made your toes curl. You can feel literally feel how much his cock was twitching and beating against your fluttery walls, His eyes screwed shut as he emptied his balls into your messy pussy, cum overflowing and pooling everywhere as he shot ropes of his seed into your womb.

“Holy fuckkk yeah you’re definitely hah—carrying my kid, woman” he groaned loudly, stilling himself inside of you for a bit to catch his breathe before picking himself up from your back to rest himself on the back of your thighs, his eyes fixated on the mess between your thighs. He bit his lips, slowly slipping his cock out of you as he watched as your mixed cum leaks out of you. You whined lowly feeling so stuffed full yet so empty at the same time without Megumi’s cock. You body fully collapsed on the floor, you were so fucked out you couldn’t even process anything as he slowly spread your cheeks, getting a better view of your ruined hole before slapping his dick on your cunt, he let it a low “fuck” as your juices splattered on him.

“Such a messy bitch” he muttered with low grunt, Slapping his soaked cock on your cheeks.

“Best little step-sister aren’t ya?” He smirks. About to open his mouth to speak again before the attic door flew open, causing the two of you to jolt unexpectedly—both eyes shooting open toward the source.

“GOT YAA-“ Yuji’s eyes quickly widen, mouth visibly dropped at the lewd scene in front of him. A horrific expression plastered on his face. Oh boy.

[valiasims]

Cozy Cabin Collection - Doors & Windows

Hey everyone!

Here is the next part of the Cozy Cabin Collection which includes windows and doors. I wanted to add some curtains too as you could see in the wip posts but there were some problems I couldn't solve and I had to leave for visit my family so I will add them to the next part which will be the bedroom set. Let me tell you, this set barely came together in time and I pulled an all nighter to finish the objects so if there are any errors with them, please let me know!

Although this set not being that exciting, I wanted the make it to complete the cabin collection because as I was furnishing the rooms for the previous sets I couldn't find the perfect stylish, cabin windows I wanted. For months I was planning to make them but always run out of time. This time they were the priority but don't worry, next time I'm making the bedroom and I want to add some clutter items as well.

This set will come two main designs of doors, they are similar but one is a little more rustic, the other is more elegant. As I said earlier I had to combine the doors with the upper windows because they have a different shader than the windows. This means all glass doors come in short and medium heights.

The windows I separated so you can combine them and use 2 types of accent windows above the regular ones. This way there are a lot of combinations because I made 3 heights and 2 widths of the windows.

I hope you'll like them and again, let me know if you notice any problem, because I was a little tired when I was finishing them. I will be back next week and I'm gonna start on the bedroom set so new wip posts will come soon!

The Set Includes

Rustic Glass Double Door, Medium

Rustic Glass Double Door Medium - Opened

Rustic Glass Door Medium

Rustic Glass Door Short

Rustic Glass Door Short - Opened

Rustic Double Door Short

Rustic Double Door Short - Opened

Rustic Interior Door Short

Glass Double Door Medium

Glass Double Door Medium - Opened

Glass Door Medium

Glass Double Door Short

Glass Double Door Short - Opened

Double Door Short

Double Door Short - Opened

Interior Door Short

Small Window

Small Double Window

Short Window

Short Double Window

Paneled Window

Paneled Double Window

Full Glass Window

Full Double Window

-DOWNLOAD HERE- Public release on the 15th of February 6PM CST

[operaghosted]

There are some spoilers for BG3 in this post due to the nature of some mentioned spells!

Anyway! I made a spreadsheet for spells in bg3, mostly matching spells to their counterpart scroll if they have one. some spells don't have scrolls, some scrolls can't be learned, and some spells are only learned from scribing a scroll. at the bottom, I've included as well other special spells either provided via circumstance or item, along with player unusable ones from various sources (npc only, unavailable, unobtainable, and unimplemented)

I had found several threads across the internet on different forums since I've started playing asking what spells should take priority for a wizard since some can be learned from scrolls and not just natural leveling up, and I love spreadsheets so

I hope this helps someone, and if not, I still enjoyed making it for my own nefarious plans

I'd upload it to Google docs (I think that's what it's called?) to share fully, but I quite literally do not understand how to do it. if anyone would like me to do that anyway, direct me towards some clear instructions on how and I'd be happy to do so so it's easier to read if nothing else!

lastly, there's one thing left undefined: I'm not sure who the npc is that can cast Posession. Iirc it only affects Oskar, so therefore it may only be something cast by Mystic Carrion? But I don't think we see anyone cast it explicitly. Ultimately, I'm unsure, so I marked it as such. if anyone has more info, please let me know so I may update it!