#it's not black mold at least so. ?????? win ??????????

[hotmess-exe]

oof. idk. i think l--ra l--mer massively overcalculated her influence and value to the right wing. those "dick-sucking" and "dei shaniqua" soundbites were just on primetime CNN. i really don't think she's important enough to survive the level of mainstream outrage this is about to spawn lolol

[mcmansionhell]

namesake mcmansion

Howdy folks! Today's McMansion is very special because a) we're returning to Maryland after a long time and b) because the street this McMansion is on is the same as my name. (It was not named after me.) Hence, it is my personal McMansion, which I guess is somewhat like when people used to by the name rights to stars even though it was pretty much a scam. (Shout out btw to my patron Andros who submitted this house to be roasted live on the McMansion Hell Patreon Livestream)

As far as namesake McMansions go, this one is pretty good in the sense that it is high up there on the ol' McMansion scale. Built in 2011, this psuedo-Georgian bad boy boasts 6 bedrooms and 9.5 baths, all totaling around 12,000 square feet. It'll run you 2.5 million which, safe to say, is exponentially larger than its namesake's net worth.

Now, 2011 was an anonymous year for home design, lingering in the dead period between the 2008 black hole and 2013 when the market started to actually, finally, steadily recover. As a result a lot of houses from this time basically look like 2000s McMansions but slightly less outrageous in order to quell recession-era shame.

I'm going to be so serious here and say that the crown molding in this room is a crime against architecture, a crime against what humankind is able to accomplish with mass produced millwork, and also a general affront to common sense. I hate it so much that the more I look at it the more angry I become and that's really not healthy for me so, moving on.

Actually, aside from the fake 2010s distressed polyester rug the rest of this room is literally, basically Windows 98 themed.

I feel like the era of massive, hefty sets of coordinated furniture are over. However, we're the one's actually missing out by not wanting this stuff because we will never see furniture made with real wood instead of various shades of MDF or particleboard ever again.

This is a top 10 on the scale of "least logical kitchen I've ever seen." It's as though the designers engineered this kitchen so that whoever's cooking has to take the most steps humanly possible.

Do you ever see a window configuration so obviously made up by window companies in the 1980s that you almost have to hand it to them? You're literally letting all that warmth from the fire just disappear. But whatever I guess it's fine since we basically just LARP fire now.

Feminism win because women's spaces are prioritized in a shared area or feminism loss because this is basically the bathroom vanity version of women be shopping? (It's the latter.)

I couldn't get to all of this house because there were literally over a hundred photos in the listing but there are so many spaces in here that are basically just half-empty voids, and if not that then actually, literally unfinished. It's giving recession. Anyway, now for the best part:

Not only is this the NBA Backrooms but it's also just a nonsensical basketball court. Tile floors? No lines? Just free balling in the void?

Oh, well I bet the rear exterior is totally normal.

Not to be all sincere about it but much like yours truly who has waited until the literal last second to post this McMansion, this house really is the epitome of hubris all around. Except the house's hubris is specific to this moment in time, a time when gas was like $2/gallon. It's climate hubris. It's a testimony to just how much energy the top 1% of income earners make compared to the rest of us. I have a single window unit. This house has four air conditioning condensers. That's before we get to the monoculture, pesticide-dependent lawn or the three car garage or the asphalt driveway or the roof that'll cost almost as much as the house to replace. We really did think it would all be endless. Oops.

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[obsessed-with-stardew]

His Hoodie

You looked cold so Sebastian let you borrow his hoodie, he didn’t know how much he’d like seeing you in it.

Sebastian xF!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tw: nsfw, mdni, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of cigarettes, pet names

Wc: 3530

It’s another Friday night at the Stardrop Saloon. You’re in your usual spot, next to Abigail on the couch, in the game room watching Sebastian school Sam at pool like always.

“Top left pocket,” Sebastian calls his final shot.

“No way you can sink that, man!” Sam said.

Sebastian catches your eye as he carefully lines up his shot, and with a wink he sinks the 8-ball.

Sam groans “argh you’re too good, it’s not fair!”

Sebastian chuckles softly, “Fine, fine. Y/n, are you any good at pool?”

“Um I mean I’ve played before but I’ve never claimed to be good… why?” You ask.

“Let’s say I’m evening the playing field,” Seb says with a grin.

“Hey two against one isn’t even,” Sam complains.

“Think of it this way Sam, I’m teaching y/n so if you beat us, you’re beating me and showing what a bad teacher I am.”

“Alright… just this once” Sam says.

The game starts just fine, Seb breaks. Expertly sinking two balls off the bat.

“We’re solids, y/n. That means don’t sink the stripes” Seb teases.

You blush, “I know the basics.”

You asses the table, choosing your path. You lean down, hoping to at least hit the ball. Sebastian’s breath catches. Sure he’s been attracted to you since you first moved into Pelican Town, but seeing your jeans perfectly molded to your ass as you bend over the table… the things he’d do to you if you were alone.

Seb says “Sorry I couldn’t tell you knew which ball to hit by the way you line up your shot” he chuckles. “Here, can I help?”

He leans down behind you. You can feel his breath on your ear ask he skates his hand down your forearm to adjust your hold.

“You gotta grip it a little tighter, you’re in control here,” he whispers into your ear.

It’s only with his body pressed to yours, his hand guiding your own, that you realize how phallic a pool cue can be. He must realize it too, because you feel something firm pressing against your ass.

*cough cough* Sam clears his throat.

“Today you two!” Abigail laughs.

You blush as Sebastian cooly straightens and runs his fingers through his dark hair.

“You got this y/n” he says encouragingly.

You take the shot and make it.

“Woah I actually made it!” You shout, bouncing up and turning to Seb. The joy on your face makes his heart flutter.

Sam sighs, “well this isn’t gonna be as easy as I thought”.

“I’ll grab the next round, you guys keep playing” you say.

After you return with the drinks the game and the jokes flow easily.

You make a few shots and miss a few too, with Seb encouraging or laughing it off with you.

“Middle right!” Sam calls the last ball.

He lines up his shot

He shoots

It misses.

“Oof, tough break bud” Abigail says.

“Awh sorry Sam, looks like it’s not your night,” Seb teases. “Y/n, you’re up.”

You choke on your drink, “Seb I thought it was your turn??”

He smiles at you, “nah, you’ve been doing so well for me. I think you deserve to finish this.”

You try to keep your cool, leaning over the table.

“Just breathe, you got this.” Seb says, it’s meant to be encouraging for you but it doubles as an attempt to control his hard on. The way you’re leaning, he can just glimpse your black lacy bra down your shirt.

“Top left,” you call the pocket.

With Seb’s encouragement warming in your chest, you loose your shot. The tip of the pool cue hits the ball perfectly, sinking the 8-ball right where you wanted it.

“Hey we did it!” You bounce up and pull Sebastian into a hug. He stiffens at the sudden contact and you let go blushing.

“Way to go y/n, now I guess I’ll be bench warming all by my lonesome” Abigail scoffs

“Maybe you should try playing some time Abby,” Sam says.

“Oh fuck off sam, you just want to win for once,” Abigail said.

“Think you can take me??” Sam asks.

Seb leans over towards you, “they could be at this for awhile, want to join me for a smoke break?”

You nod and follow him out of the saloon.

Seb leans against the side of the building, pulls out his pack of cigs and offers one to you.

You take it, happy to have something warm you up on this cool spring night. Seb flicks on his lighter and you lean in to light to up. You look so beautiful in the light from the flame, your eyes hooded, focusing on getting your cig lit then they flicker up at him, catching his gaze. Time slows as his can see your lips wrapped around his cock instead of that dainty cigarette. He blinks, releasing the flame. Relishing that he can hide his blush in the darkness. As he lights his own cig, you fall into a similar daze. Watching his fingers expertly flick on the flame, illuminating his face so full of focus. Your mind drifts to what that focus and those fingers could do to you. The thoughts make you shiver.

“Oh shit, y/n, are you cold?” Sebastian ask.

“Huh? What?” You shake yourself out of your daze.

“Here hold this” he hands you his cigarette and begins to take off his hoodie.

“Oh now you don’t need to…” your words trail off as Sebastian pulls the hoodie over his head. It takes some of his shirt with it, revealing his stomach and a hint of hair at his waist line in the moonlight. You take a drag on your cig to try and refocus yourself.

“Trade me,” Seb says as he holds the hoodie out towards you. Passing him the cigarettes, you pull the hoodie on. It’s still warm and smells like him, a mix of smoke, cedar and something spicy.

“I think our cigs got swapped at some point, this one is maybe yours?” He says handing it back over.

You giggle, “it doesn’t really matter, we were bound to swap saliva eventually.” You say as you lean up against the wall next to him.

He turns to face you, “oh really? And how is that?”

“Oh, um well, you know..” you stammer. “Like sharing drinks and stuff…”

“And stuff?” Seb teases.

You take a drag and blow your smoke in his face, causing him to cough and laugh. You start to laugh too, then Sebastian’s hand grabs your wrist, pulling you to him. With his other hand he tilts your chin up so your eyes meet, he can see the Cherry of his cig reflected in your blown out pupils. A dead giveaway that you want him as much as he wants you.

“Stuff like….” Seb drawls, leaning down to brush your lips with his own. “this?” He murmurs against your mouth just before capturing it with a kiss. You let out a soft moan, as you part your lips to deepen the kiss. You pull lightly on his full bottom lip with your teeth and he lets out a low groan, dropping your wrist and grabbing your waist to pull your body flush against his. Just as you begin to deepen the kiss the door to the saloon swings open and you hear your friends turning the corner. The two of you jump back, sucking desperately at your cigs to try and act natural.

“Oh there you guys are!” Sam says.

“Sam thought you would’ve snuck off to the woods or something,” Abigail laughs.

“Nah, we’re just enjoying the air” Seb says, hoping his voice sounds calm even though his pulse is hammering so hard he’s sure everyone can hear it.

“Yep, love me some air” You say a little breathlessly, shooting Seb a small smile.

Abigail and Sam share a look that says they are all too aware of what they interrupted.

“…anyway, I’m headed home. Seb, you ready to head out?” Abigail asks.

Shit, Sebastian got so swept up in you he completely forgot he’d promised to walk Abby home. She may have a tough exterior, but after her first trip to the mines, the darkness makes her jumpy.

“Yeah, um let me just finish this cig. “ he says.

“Oh, here you probably need this back,” you say, “I know how cold the walk up to the mountains can be.”

You start to wriggle out of his hoodie.

Seb places a hand on your arm, halting you movement. You look up at him.

“I think you need it more than I do tonight,” he says with a small smile.

“Well I’m off,” Sam says. “Bye you guys!”

“Alright Abby, let’s head out.” Seb says, “see ya later Sam… bye y/n.” His hand lingers on your arm for just a moment before he steps back and heads out with Abby.

You sigh, take a final drag on your cigarette and turn for the farm. You’re grateful for the warm hoodie, but you wish it was Seb walking you back to your house. You imagine him pushing you up against the wall the second you walk through the door. kissing you until you’re both panting and breathless. But it’s just you, alone on the farm.

You get ready for bed, keeping the hoodie and the smell of him on your body. As you snuggle into bed, you fantasize the he’s there with you. You grab your breasts and tease your nipples, thinking of his fingers pulling them and his mouth sucking on one and then the other…

~*~meanwhile, outside Abigail’s house~*~

Shit shit shit, Seb thinks. He just realized he left his house key in the pocket of his hoodie. He could wake up Maru or his mom but he always hates how they look at him coming home late, smelling like smoke.

Y/n probably just took the hoodie off when she got home and left it on that coat rack by the door. He could just slip in and grab the key and you wouldn’t have to know.

The thought of sneaking into y/n’s house while she’s asleep gives Seb a dirty thrill. He feels his cock stiffen as his mind floats to naughty thoughts of ways he could wake you up. He was so wrapped up in his fantasy the walk was over before it had begun. The farm really was so peaceful at night, he’d never noticed how beautiful y/n kept it. It’s almost as calming as the lake in the mountains.

“You don’t even know if she likes you like that Seb, stop imagining a life here,” he scolds himself, walking up to the door.

Reaching his hand up to brush the top of the door frame, he finds the key you keep ‘hidden’. Locking the door always makes you feel safe, but you also want your friends to be able to come by anytime they need.

He fits the key into the lock, turns it quietly and slips into the darkness of your home. Pulling out his phone flashlight, Seb searches the coat rack for any sign of the hoodie, with no luck. Maybe you took it off in your bedroom… he quietly walks down the hallway. Hearing a noise, he halts. Was that sound really what he thinks it was? He hears another little whimper.

“Yes, Sebby yes,” you moan quietly.

His heart hammers in his chest and his cock hardens painfully.

“Is this really happening?? Is y/n really touching herself while thinking about me??” Seb thinks.

He palms his hard length through his tight jeans letting out a small hiss of air between his teeth. Before he can stop himself, Seb peers into your bedroom. He sees you, glowing in the moonlight wearing only his hoodie. One hand clutching your breast and the other moving carefully between your legs. You’re so lost in the action, you don’t notice him enter the room.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you’re such a needy girl aren’t you y/n,” Seb says in a low, barely audible voice.

“mmmmm I need you sebby” You moan, thinking his voice was in your head. Wait…. That was most definitely not in your head. Your movement stops and your eyes shoot open to find Sebastian casually leaning against your doorframe.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart,” he drawls taking a few steps into the room. “Unless you want some help with that?”

You’re stunned into silence. Is this really happening? You’re open your mouth to reply, but quickly close it. You sit up and grab at your sheets to cover you, praying he can’t see your flushed face in the moonlight.

“Don’t get all shy on me now baby,” Sebastian croons, making his way to the edge of your bed.

“Wha-what are you doing here Seb??” You stammer.

He huffs out a laugh and sits down next to you.

“Awh, what happened to Sebby? I think I like when you moan it out of that pretty little mouth.”

He leans in capturing your lips with his own as his hand reaches into the hoodie pocket.

“Woah wha-?” You pull away with a start as you feel his hand brush your stomach through the fabric. He pulls his hand out and you see something flash between his fingers. A key.

“I realized I left this in there after I got to Abby’s,” Seb says, “And instead of dealing with Maru I figured I’d slip in here and grab the key from the coat rack.”

He twirls the key in his fingers, watching you squirm under the covers. He laughs, “Imagine my surprise to find you wearing only my hoodie while you moan out my name.”

Grabbing your hand, Seb gently guides you to feel his hard bulge through his jeans.

“Ahhh” he sighs at the contact, “See what you do to me y/n?”

You let out a whimper, biting your lip.

“And to find out you’re so needy for me, that’s just an extra treat.” He says, his voice low and gravely.

Sebastian shifts quickly to straddle you, grabbing your wrists with one hand and pinning them above you as he cups your chin with the other.

“How bout you be a good girl and let me take care of you, y/n?”

You nod vigorously and he leans in to press a punishing kiss to your lips. You both moan as he presses his bulge to your dripping pussy. His hands begin to roam your body, grabbing at your breasts and your hips. You reach down to grab the hem of the hoodie but Sebastian grabs your wrist and presses a kiss to it.

“No,” he says, his eyes dark. “Keep it on. I like seeing you in it.”

Your heart flutters and you caress his face.

“Anything for you Sebby,” you say.

At the sound of the nickname falling from your lips, Seb feels himself losing control. He would do anything to hear you cry out his name.

He leans back taking you in, hoodie bunched up around your waist, chest heaving and pussy glistening. All for him. Sebastian knows he should take it slow, savoring and exploring your body. But you’re both so ready any more foreplay would feel like torture.

He crawls out of bed, and unbuttons his pants. You’re practically drooling watching him pull off his dark tshirt and black jeans. Seb’s dark boxer briefs fight to restrain his erection. Then those are on the floor too. His hard cock springs out, and you shudder in a breath looking at him. Have you ever seen a boy as beautiful as Sebastian? His pale skin shining in the moonlight. He slowly strokes his cock, letting you watch him.

“You’re so beautiful Sebby,” you tell him softly.

He huffs out a rough chuckle, “You’re one to talk sweetheart”.

He climbs back on top of you. You pull him down for a kiss, tongues twining as you lose yourselves in the others mouth. You arch your back, pressing your body into him. His cock brushes your soaked pussy. He pulls back from the kiss on shaky arms.

“Are you sure you want to do this y/n? If we do this, I don’t think I can go back. I don’t think we can just be friends anymore. I’ll want all of you.” Sebastian says, looking intently into your eyes.

“Fuck being friends,” you say, “I’ve wanted to be yours since I first saw you.”

He groans, pushing the head of his aching cock between your wet, waiting folds.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” Seb says as he eases into you. Just the tip, letting you adjust to the size of him and allowing him to get his bearings so he doesn’t blow this moment by cumming the instant he feels you clench around him.

He takes a shaky breath and continues to push into you, stopping only when he is fully sheathed inside of you.

“Fuck,” Sebastian breathes out. “So good and tight for me aren’t you sweet girl”

You moan and he can feel your walls clench his cock. He pulls out almost to the tip, then slams back into you.

“My good girl, so wet and ready for me” Seb says between thrusts. “You are my good girl aren’t you?” He asks.

You’re so lost in pleasure you don’t register that he’s waiting for a response. Seb reaches out and wraps his long fingers lightly around your throat. Your eyes snap up to his, you’ve never been choked in bed before.

He pushes in all the way then stills “You have to answer me baby.” Seb says, watching you with dark eyes.

“Y-yes, I’m your good girl Sebby,” you murmur, wriggling your hips.

Seb chuckles and applies a little more pressure to your throat. You moan in response and he rewards you by starting to fuck you again in earnest.

“Next time we’ll take things slower baby” he huffs, “I’ll fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” Seb groans, his pace getting sloppier. “I’ll eat your perfect pussy until you come on my tongue.”

You cry out, eyes closing as you succumb to the pleasure.

“No no baby,” he coos, “I need to see your eyes as you come for me”.

You blink open your eyes, taking in the sight of Seb’s lean frame towering over you. Sebastian’s eyes bore into yours, so full of lust and hunger.

“Seb-sebby,” You moan “I’m gonna cum!”

His intense features break into a grin, “That’s my good girl, cum all over my cock sweetheart”.

And with that Sebastian follows you over the edge, thrusting deep into you as he spills into your pussy. His arms give out and he falls onto your chest with a huff. You giggle, nuzzling his head. Seb jerks a bit, and groans.

“What is it Seb?” You ask.

He lets out a chuckle, “I can feel you laughing”.

You giggle again, and he buries his face in your chest. “It feels good I hope?” You ask.

“Fuck baby, it feels too good,” Seb says looking up at you with a grin.

He pushes back up on he elbows, and with a hiss pulls out of you. You let out a little whine, feeling empty without him inside you.

Seb laughs shaking his head, “You really are insatiable, aren’t you?”

He sits back, admiring how lucky he is. The girl he’s thought about while alone in his own bed, now sprawled out before him. Your beautiful fucked out expression, his cum leaking out of your perfect pussy. Seb leans forward and with two fingers starts gently scooping his cum back into you.

“Mmmmm” you moan, “Whatcha doin down there Sebby?” You ask with a shiver.

He looks up at you with a bashful smile, “Just didn’t want to waste any of it,” he says as he pushes his fingers into your overly sensitive hole.

You gasp as Sebastian curls his fingers inside you, hitting the spot that drives you crazy. He pumps them in and out of you in a lazy pace, watching you whimper. Seb brushes his thumb against your clit causing you to tense.

“Shhh baby, just relax” he says rubbing your thigh with his free hand. “You didn’t think I’d give my sweet girl just one orgasm did you?”

You let out a groan as Seb slowly pushes another finger into you. He fingers you lazily, skillfully drawing out your second orgasm. After bring you back down from your high, seb slides his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth.

“We taste pretty good together baby,” he says with a wink. You can’t move, so entranced watching him clean your combined mess off of his fingers.

“C’mon sweet girl,” he says extending his hand, “Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.”

You follow his to the bathroom, “Wait so does that mean…” you trail off.

“What? You think I’d take this good care of you to let you sleep alone?” He asks with a grin.

[plutolovesyou]

SUPERBLOOD WOLFMOON → PROLOGUE

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☆: honestly suuuper proud of how this came out ngl, please enjoy!! art in newspaper graphic drawn by the wonderful, amazing, multi-talented, freakin' incredible @sharkthrob ♡ ◇: sfw, both start out as young teens, ends with time skip to "present day", relatively mild (at least imo...idk) violence/gory descriptions, arachnophobia warning (lol), this is also a play on the "left behind" dlc!! ;) ♧: 2.2k wc

Summer, 2035

“60, 59, 58, 57….” The ambient droning of the abandoned mall’s timeworn neon lighting hung in the air as you stood against the old, mold-scented wall, the wallpaper peeling off in chunks, counting down the seconds as your best friend ran to find a hiding place. You could hear her gleeful giggles and pitter-patter of footfalls echo off the structure’s walls while she frantically searched for an effective crevice to stow herself away in, and break her losing streak once and for all.

Unbeknownst to you, Ellie had reached the complete opposite end of the building in no time at all, stumbling upon a crater in the floor, which opened up to the basement. “Fuck’s this?” She mumbles to herself, peering inside the inky darkness of the unexplored space, her sense of danger being overshadowed by the increasing curiosity, and your progressing countdown.

She idles for a moment debating whether to go inside because if she did, she’d definitely win, but there was also the possibility of getting hurt. She chooses to believe the former regardless. Glancing back in your direction one last time to make sure you weren't cheating and spying through your fingers, she hoists herself down, grunting as she falls harshly onto the damaged linoleum tiles.

Ellie winces as she gathers herself to stand, and takes in her surroundings. A long, eerie, brick-lined corridor extends further than she can see. If she is already here, might as well check it out, she reasons.

Stale air fills her lungs almost painfully, the heavy odor of mildew making her eyes water. Through the crack above she hears you finish the countdown and yell out, “I’m gonna get you!” She coughs, collects herself and begins running into the darkness, there was no way you’d find her down here.

“Shit, shit, shit gotta hide- what the…” She reaches the end of the unfamiliar hallway, ending up in a spacious but empty room, the walls covered in some sort of graffiti. She rubs at her eyes to clear them of any debris particles floating around, and so she could fully observe her surroundings once her eyes adjusted to the absence of light.

An abnormally large rat scurries over her feet, squeaking, making her jump and withhold a startled yelp. That was close, she almost gave away her location. Continuing to walk around the space, she observes the graffiti covering the brittle, withered walls. Splashes of vibrant color in an array of abstract forms stretching on, symbols and sigils of all kinds painted within. Jagged, angular glyphs, containing profanities scrawled in deranged strokes, vulgar phallic scribblings earning an immature chuckle from the girl as she continues to inspect the space, seemingly forgetting about the game of hide and seek entirely.

She’s left breathless when she reaches a peculiar piece of graffiti separate from the bulk of the rest, staring at it with wonder. Extraordinary, brilliant hues of color were painted on a mural spanning the whole side wall of the room, with what looked like a gargantuan spider painted in the center of it all. The illustration of the web seemed to sparkle, stand out and contrast the intimidating blackness of the room, the arachnid’s limbs painted with such precision where she couldn't spot a single mistake, as if it was created with machinery or similar.

Out of the corner of her eye she spots some movement, and from the shadows emerges an iridescent spider—the exact one painted—and it crawls along the mural until it stops right in front of her at eye level. She watches as its countless peepers bore into hers, utterly transfixed, unable to look away. Its body shines, reminding her of a scarab beetle. She wonders what kind it is, it’s completely unrecognizable and foreign to her, however big of an interest in bugs she has.

A sickly dread builds in the pit of her stomach, it’s only now dawned on her just how bad of an idea this was. She silently hopes you can hear her telepathic pleas, pick up on the panicked mantras she’s whispering under her breath and come save her from the mutant creature.

Budding panic rises in her chest, paralyzing her with fear, and she can't do anything apart from watch the eight-legged beast suddenly quadruple in size with a sharp crunch of its exoskeleton snapping, thin, twiggy legs turning muscular and strong, dagger-sharp spines ripping their way through the armor-like exterior, jutting out towards every direction. It has changed form entirely, resembling something that only exists in the confines of a comic book or science fiction film.

Ellie sucks in a harsh, shaky breath through her teeth and braces herself to quickly plan an exit, but before she has the chance to begin running, the arachnid’s jaws burst open, the sharp teeth gleaming as if they were made of a metal alloy. She didn't know spiders had teeth, or made any sounds, but she swore she heard it snarl, right before it leapt forward onto her with a speed faster than sound, tackling her onto the ground.

Adrenaline courses through her veins as she wrangles the spider, shrieking as it scratches and pierces her flesh wherever it can reach. It's feral, unlike anything she's ever seen or read about, its movements inharmonious, yet simultaneously neat and calculated. She’s miraculously dodging every strike, although growing weary rather quickly.

Finally, her instincts to fight kick in, and she frantically scans the room for a makeshift weapon. She’s holding the arachnid away from her, the sharp clashing of its jaws around the air echoing off the walls. Ellie squints, and in the dark she makes out some rusted pipes sticking out of the corner of the wall, and in a burst of strength shoves the creature off of her, bolting to grab the metal. It flies and crashes against the wall with a shrill squeal, its hideous form squirming to recover from the blow.

“Goddamnit, stupid SHIT."  She huffs breathlessly as she wrestles the metal, tugging with every morsel of her might to get it detach before the spider lunges again. The way she pushed it away left it stunned and bought her a mere smidgen of time to act, which she utilizes to strike the paralyzed creature. She hits it once, twice, and a third time, the lethal blow crushing it with a jarring smash.

The oversized spider’s limbs briefly twitch before stilling—oily, dark, navy blue blood pooling underneath its corpse. Ellie stands over it unsteadily, trying to catch her breath and process the fight she endured. All that against a spider. Where did that thing even come from? She didn't even wish to know at this point, and was just grateful she was alright.

She sways, before remembering why she ventured here in the first place—the game of hide and seek. You were still searching for her all around the upper floors of the mall, blissfully unaware of the chaos that just occurred below your feet. “Better get out of here.” Ellie mumbles into the dusty air, taking one last look at the ornamented walls of the room, and begins walking back to the main area where you were, emerging victorious in the game being the very last thing on her mind after all that. Even though she still achieved her goal.

With some difficulty she lifts herself out of the basement space into the main foyer of the mall, feeling fatigued, so she resorts to resting on the cool tiles momentarily to recuperate. 

Meanwhile, you were growing concerned about where she was, having searched every single nook and cranny you knew of to check, with no luck whatsoever. Having a bad feeling that something had happened to her, you return to the main area where the two of you agreed to meet at the end of the game if no one won, and were bewildered to find her laying on the ground.

“Ellie, where the hell were you?” You sprint to her side, almost tripping over a stray glass shard on the floor, and fall to your knees right next to her. She’s laying on her back, with a vague smile on her face. She opens her eyes and grins at you, chuckling at the fact she got her victory after all. “Heheh, you lost.”

You’re filled with relief that she’s fine, but beyond pissed at her for worrying you so much. Sighing, you stand up and nudge her side with your shoe, sputtering, “You idiot, I thought you died or something, what were you thinking?” Her expression falls the moment she sees how upset you got, so she sits up and points to the crack in the ground, trying to explain the situation.

“I was just in there, thought I'd go in there and see what's up, since we haven't been there before, but there’s nothing interesting, just an empty storage room. I promise.” She chews on her bottom lip, feeling rather guilty she’s decided to lie straight to your face like that, but wanted to minimize your worry as much as she could. She knows you’d freak if you heard what actually happened down there, and she wanted to just forget it.

Ellie sticks out her arm for you to pull her to her feet, only now taking notice of how many nicks, cuts and scratches she acquired in the ordeal, with some bizarre puncture wounds at the center of her forearm. Did it bite her? During the fight her focus wasn't anywhere apart from the creature attacking her, so she didn't feel it happen.

You notice her injuries at the same second she does, and open your mouth to say something about it, to lecture her for being reckless, but she beats you to it by stammering out a rapid clarification. “I’m fine, getting down there was a pain in the ass. The way in and out was a little sharp, that's all. We’ll just clean these, n’ I'll put some band-aids on, y’know.”

She avoids your suspicious glare and dusts herself off. “Let’s go back, I’m tired. Gotta enjoy my win. You gonna buy me some ice cream or somethin’? Think I deserve it. I'll even be generous enough to give you a bite!” She flashes you the signature toothy grin you’ve always loved so much, distracting from any residual suspicions you have about what she was up to. And so the two of you skipped out of the abandoned mall, never to return again.

Soon after your last time there, the mall was quickly scheduled for demolition due to “unpredictable and dangerous conditions.” You never ended up asking her if she ran into some trouble while hiding in the unexplored basement area, even though it remained a question in the back of your mind that surfaced whenever you caught a glimpse of the strange scar left on her forearm. Four round welts, perfect raised circles, placed as pairs opposite each other. One day you’d make her talk, but for now all you could do was be thankful that she was still with you, whatever may have happened during that game.

Winter, 2041

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[fanaticsnail]

how do I convince you to make at LEAST a part 2 to The Sword and Spear?! Cause omg I need more! I wanna know if Mihawk eats his words once reader is dressed more in the way he prefers and then just the aftermath of MIHAWK showing up STARK NAKED to see GARP!!

Please I beg of you- if not a full part then you can do a short little imagine but please at least something to quench my hunger!!

I hope you have a good rest of your day/night! :)

Wine and Warlords

Masterlist Here, Part 1 Here

Word Count: 700+

Synopsis: Celebrating your victory by goading in the arms of a fellow warlord.

Themes: Mihawk x f!reader, warlords, drinking, drunk kissing, swearing, flirty dialogue, name calling, secondhand embarrassment.

Notes: This little drabble was brought to you by a couple of glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon, and by you, beautiful @h0n3y-l3m0n05. Thank you for your ask, it ate at me. Part 2 Drabble to your initial request, @sexc-snail.

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Lulling your head onto his shoulder, his arm draped in a soft shroud over your torso. His smile tickled the shell of your ear, a soft puff of wine-tinted breath beckoned your attention closer.

“Finally got the feral filiform in my arms,” he whispered in a slow and slurred breath, “And in such a pretty black dress.” He swayed in his seat, wineglass laying limply in his hands as he swirled the deep rouge in the ballooned base of the glass stem.

“Such a flatterer, for such a conceited cunt,” your own voice slurred back at him, smiling broadly within the lap of your fellow warlord, “Particularly one who just walked in: balls out and dick swinging in front of the marine council and the world government.”

Joining with his soft laughter, you attempted to lean away from his embrace to collect the bottle of wine atop the bar; only for him to tug at your body to pull you in closer. He reached his left hand down to collect your chin, turning your face with the tip of his index finger. His lips parted, lazily descending to claim yours beneath his own.

“Not so conceited as you may think,” his smile cracked the corners of his eyes in a playful twinkle.

“Still a cunt,” you taunted back, flicking your tongue to brush with the tip of his nose.

Lips engulfed your mouth, whiskered flesh brushing and chafing the soft skin of your face as his hands drew you in closer. Turning in his arms, you braced your hands against him: grasping his opened shirt in clenched fists as you gasped into his mouth. His tongue darted out, rolling lazily with your own and tinting your tongue with the subtle hint of red wine.

His hands wandered over your back, molding the flesh beneath his firm palms and skilled fingertips. Your knee knocked against his crotch, a moan a few times higher than he truly intended falling freely from his lips.

“Let me get the wine, Hawk,” you murmured against his mouth, taking his bottom lip within your clamped teeth and tugging at it, “Let's drink in celebration of my victory. Again.”

“Go and get it then, Hyena,” he taunted you, “And I'll drink as many glasses as you require of me to cement your win. Go on,” he taunted you, his amber eyes fluttering dangerously with an air of danger. His nose scrunched in a small twitch, his lips snarling in a smirk, “Get it.”

“Oh,” you taunted him in return, eyes mirroring a similar dark intensity as his own, “I’ll get something, alright,” you cooed down at him.

Your fingers found his pectorals, the pads of your digits circling the sensitive flesh of his nipples as you descended your lips once again to claim his. Licking, biting and molding your lips atop his, he was held helpless beneath your ministrations.

Uncharacteristic moans, whimpers and cries fled from the world's greatest swordsman as you journeyed your hands over his torso. He cupped the backs of your knees, ushering you to straddle his waist and angled his chin in a circular rotation to deepen the oscillation with his skillful, needy lips.

Snapping your head away from his, arching your back up and offering him a winning smile, you reached for the wine bottle and raised it to your lips. Gulping back a hefty swig, Mihawk's eyes both held mortification and awe.

“You absolute savage,” Mihawk praised you, easing back into the chair and staring up at you with glassy eyes: obs blown with unbridled lust.

Mischief danced over your face, your eyes holding him at ransom beneath your ferocious intensity. Leaning down, you split your lips and fed the deep, red wine to him through your mouth.

He whistled a hum through his nose, shock evident on his features as he gulped down his favorite vintage through the partition of your lips. Humming in momentary bliss, Mihawk cradled your body against himself and humbled himself to be truly at your mercy.

Pulling away from his body, you used your thumb to cast aside the few droplets spilling over his bottom lip. Elevating your thumb, you sucked at the digit as his fingers brushed your thighs dangerously higher.

“Go on, big boy,” you taunted him, snarling with a small smirk, “Show me all the ways you can please a woman.”

Horrified eyes, shocked lips and tense shoulders were littered throughout the tavern. Cadets, marines, generals, admirals and other warlords dare not spare the two of you more than a subtle glance before returning their attention to their tankards.

Not a breath was huffed, nor a murmur mentioned at the prior exposure of Mihawk's bare ass in the sandstone building. Although none spoke it, all eyes held an intense silent understanding they all shared.

Both warlords were in for a wild ride.

[murasaki-cha]

Ok I finally read the Jester x Witch manhwa that has grabbed the entire manhwa twitter community by the throat and I LOVE IT!! I want at least 5 seasons of this and 50 side story chapters. Also I read that it's also thriller and mystery and I am SEATED!! GIMME MORE!!!

Ok to explain some stuff

First of all this is not an official manhwa. It's for a competition on Naver and it will only get published if it wins. So far it has only one chapter.

The name is "어느 마녀의 회고록/ A Witch's Memoir"

It's set in the 16th century, and revolves around Lily, a witch who was captured as a young girl, during a witch hunt and is used by the king. She is contemned and feared by everyone in the castle while the (bastard) king keeps her captured to use her power to his advantage, as she is the last witch left alive after the hunt.

The only person who doesn't hate her is the new court jester, who always approaches her to mess with her and compliment her calling her beautiful. Lily has no idea why he does that and even when she tries to ignore him, he still continues with his compliments.

The genre of this webtoon is mystery-thriller-romance and it will have 3 chapter for the duration of the competition. It really intrigued me because, first of all the character designs are to die for LOOK AT THEM! And second of all, right of the bat, it gives the eerie mystery vibe and leave a lot of things unanswered which make you look forward to the next chapter.

First, is Lily actually a witch? From the moment she was captured and when she was presented to the king, she kept denying she was a witch. It was only because she saw the little boy she lived with that she did admit it. Is she actually a witch? Was the little boy a witch and she did it to protect him? There was a moment where magic is shown to be used when they're both playing but you can't tell who is using it.

Is Jester the little boy? I'm pretty sure he is. Lily noted that he is the only person who doesn't fear her, when she is literally molded into and object of fear by the king. Even the webtoon synopsis brings his favor towards her into question. It would make sense if he was the boy. And even in the cover, we see Jester in a portrait, standing in front of a covered up black haired boy. That person does not look like the king to me. (but it would be tragic if it means we will lose his beautiful teal colored hair for some generic black please never change your hair your character design is so unique babygirl)

Anyway if I managed to get you as hooked as I am into this, then use THIS LINK HERE to go to Naver webtoon, follow it and like the episode. So far it's one of the top competitors in the contest.

Edit: Also I'm gonna be completely honest, when I first saw this I had major Heartless flashbacks AND WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT ENDED (happily ever after of course obviously)

[milkratz]

So, Ghost is touch starved.

It’s obvious. His skin is covered, if not in his gear than in the full black monstrosity that would give any other person a heatstroke in five minutes. The most Soap himself had seen of his skin was when he’d occasionally roll them up while sparring.

And boy, did Soap’s mouth water each time. But that train of thought wasn’t on his agenda. No, something more interesting has been happening.

The most Ghost has ever touched Soap was the casual pushes, resting his hand on his shoulder momentarily before jerking away, bumping into him. Once, he put his hand on Soap’s knee to stop it’s bouncing during a meeting. Soap had choked on his spit and, embarrassingly, started hacking up a lung in the middle of the meeting. He still flushes at the thought of it.

Soap tried to return it, giving small touches that were casual enough they wouldn’t be looked too much into it, and simple enough that it didn’t push Ghost’s boundaries. Throwing a light punch to his shoulder, playful smacks when they were both just a little tipsy, shoving the length of his thigh against the others when they sat together. Small things.

Recently, though, Soap has reason to believe that Ghost is maybe testing his own boundaries. It started on the field. Soap had been running the trainees, cackling as he watched them struggle to run their laps, shouting out mocking words of discouragement. Ghost had slunk up beside him at one point, the only sign he was warm being his rolled up sleeves that had just the tiniest bit of sweat on them.

They stood there for a while together, Ghost just watching, Soap having the time of his life. He ran them till they dropped. It wasn’t until the last one gave up, plopping on the grass, that Ghost quietly raised a fist up. Soap just stared at it blankly for a second, sending a questioning glance to the taller man. Ghost rolled his eyes, forcibly grabbing Soap’s arm with his other hand, lifting it up. Soap got the idea and molded his fingers into a fist. Ghost knocked their fists together, and their forearms for a split second slid together. 

Ghost stood there for a second, staring blankly down at his own arm. Then, swiveled on his feet and walked away. Soap himself was staring at his fist, still in the air, and tracing the skin with his eyes where Ghost’s admittedly clamming forearm had brushed. He felt the smile tugging at his cheeks, even as he yelled at the recruits to hit the showers.

The next time was much more extreme - Like Ghost had decided to dial it up to 100 before even breaching 50. Perhaps it had been because Ghost just got back from a mission, a hard one, Soap heard. Lost a couple of the younger soldiers in a mine. Got the intel they needed, took out the guys, but the win was dimmed by the loss. 

Ghost had approached him first, Soap initially believing he needed some space. He always went a little quiet after these missions, more so than usual at least. Soap just looked up at him, a little wide eyed but still a bit somber. “Ghost-.” He began, but was cut off when the older man reached out, pulling Soap towards him via his shoulder. Soap grunted a little as he was all but slammed into Ghost. “What.” Soap could feel Ghost’s arms wrap around him, his masked face resting against Soap’s. Slowly, as though not to startle him, Soap wrapped his own arms around Ghost.

There they stood, in the middle of an empty hall, just holding each other. Then, Ghost patted his shoulder, pulled back, and walked away. Prolly takin’ a shower, Soap thought, still reeling from the sudden hug. Then, he got a little giddy. A hug! He did a little shimmy, his whole body wriggling with the sudden overflow of affection. Then, stopped. Smiling. Turned around and made his way back to his room, trying not to show how eager he was. God forbid he clicked his heels, did a little skip, even though that’s exactly how his heart felt. 

It was like that little hug dialed up everything between them. Short, casual touches became longer, warmer. On the helicopter, Ghost would rest his hand on Soap’s thigh and Soap would let his head rest on the taller’s shoulder. In the mess hall, they’d sit next to each other, knees bumping and arms pressed against each other. Soap would rest his arm on Ghost’s shoulder, struggling a bit with the height difference, laughing and telling jokes, and the most important thing is Ghost would let him. Even joke around back, telling his god awful puns that made Soap stare at him with disappointment. Each look from Soap made Ghost’s shoulders shake a little with unspilled laughter. 

And then, one night. Soap was alone in his room. He sat on his bed, boots tucked together neatly on the floor at the edge. He was taking apart one of his guns, methodically cleaning it. His head was empty, simply waiting for the urge to sleep. There was a quiet knock at his door. Soap tilted his head, setting the pulled apart gun on the nightstand. “C’mon in,” He called, muscles too sore for him to be bothered to stand. 

Slowly, the door creaked upon. It was dark in the room, the only light being from the moon, but Soap could make out the hulking shape of the Lieutenant. “Aye, LT, how can ah help ya?” Soap smiled, patting the spot next to him, half-jokingly. He didn’t really expect Ghost to come over, sitting next to him. Both were dressed casually, ready for bed - It was the dead of night and both should’ve been asleep hours ago.

Ghost sighed, one ungloved hand dragging over his masked face. “Ghost-,” Soap began only to get cut off.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Ghost interjected, not looking at Soap. 

A small squeak left Soap at his words and he could swear he saw the tiniest bit of a flex between Ghost’s mask, a bloody smile.

“Dinnae know what yah mean,” Soap flushed, holding his head up. Ghost actually chuckled at that and then, opened his arms. Soap tilted his head like a confused puppy.

“C’mon. I know you want to,” Ghost said smugly, flexing his hands like he was trying to convince a dog to come towards him. Oh well; Be given an inch, take a mile, that’s the kind of guy Soap was. And so, he didn’t hesitate.

Almost throwing himself, Soap leaped into Ghost’s arm. The force threw them both back on the bed, Ghost’s arms coming to wrap around him. There was a soft sigh, relieved, from Ghost. Soap smiled, his face resting on the broad chest of Ghost. Their legs slowly tangled together, Soap drifting slowly to the side.  “Knew yae liked meh.” 

“Hush, Johnny.” But there was a thumb rubbing soothing circles on his shoulder and he couldn’t help the small laugh that left him, before his eyes began to drift shut. 

[angeliqueacademy]

prologue & black coffee

I didn’t want to move. All I’ve known was moving from one town to the next. But this time this was permanent, well, semi-permanent at least. The first time I heard about Angelique was after my mother found my pack of cigarettes in my room. That was the last straw for her. I didn’t even know this place existed until she secretly applied for a scholarship against my wishes and got my acceptance letter later to rub it in my face that I was attending the start of the fall term. I obviously wasn’t pleased when my parents forced me to attend this school. 

It was a Sunday morning, I arrived in Limpet, a small town on the North Shore of Long Island. I was told that this place mostly consisted of swamps, lakes, and forests. On the outskirts of it were gift shops, independent businesses, beaches, and loads of nautical paraphernalia. The scenery was vastly different from the old town I lived in, there was so much green.

On my way to the academy, this school wasn’t like the previous schools I’d attended. The exterior looked outdated but not in a creepy, abandoned, start of a horror flick, black mold asbestos sense, but in an “I’m too lazy to spend money on the school’s exterior and we’re gonna spend all of our money towards outreach events” sense.

 The whole car ride with my mother was awkwardly quiet. I only brought two cases of luggage which suited me fine, I didn’t pack much moving-wise anyway. We both felt all butt nothing but disdain towards each other. The “trouble” I got into my freshman year of high school was never overlooked by my parents. They were extremely disappointed in me, but I didn’t care. 

“We’re here.” Mom ended up breaking the silence after I walked out of our white 1995 Honda Accord. “And take that stupid piece of metal out of your nose!” She pointed at my silver nose ring and snapped at me, “And those earcuffs! You’re going to one of the top twenty schools in America, start acting like it!” I scoffed as my ear cuffs weren’t even ear cuffs, they were genuine piercings that I pierced myself in the girls’ bathroom alongside my friends back at Sherman High. Was it a little bit crooked and doesn’t look done by a professional? Well a bit, but at least I put gloves on before I went through doing it! Besides, once you lose the studs you never go back, hoops for the win. I took them both out sulking like hell. I wouldn’t expect my mother nonetheless my parents to get or understand my sense of style. 

I’m gonna put them back in anyway…

It was hot outside but not in a dry way like I’m used to. It was very murky and humid. Over to my left were many gnats flying in the same brainless motion. Birds were chirping and cicadas were buzzing from out of my vision. I then peered at the academy’s exterior more intricately, the outside certainly looked ten times better than this insane asylum-like architecture, and the groundskeeping looked straight out of a fairytale having a plethora of shrubs and flowers scattered throughout the lot. Immediately as I got out of the car, I could’ve sworn I got a mosquito bite on my ankle.

Behind me, I heard footsteps. My mother signaled for me to turn around. I saw a slender, bookish middle-aged woman in her late 40s, mousy brown hair with minor strays of gray slicked back in a neat bun, brown eyes, and big framed glasses with a burgundy blazer and pencil skirt down to her knees and thin black heels. I couldn’t help but notice the insignia of the school emblem pinned on the collar of a bee resting on an open book with letters on the top reading. “VIVE ET DISCE.” This must be the headmistress of the school. 

The Headmistress's face went from deadpan to having emotion, “Hello!  You must be the Da Silva’s! A pleasure to meet you both!” Mom eagerly shook her hand, “Yes, I’m Marie. And this is my daughter, Lacey.” I swallowed my pride and shook the headmistress’s hand as well. “I’m Mrs. McCoy, the Headmistress of the school, please do come inside!” We both followed the headmistress into the entrance of the school, our footsteps echoing throughout the halls and the doors slowly creaking shut behind us. The school’s entrance looked straight out of the Marie Antionette movie, minus the bright vibrant colors. It wasn’t super dark either, just really neutral and overly brown. The floor was checkered black and white. In front of me were a ton of trophies for various academic and athletic achievements and a marble bust of a Gibson Girl. Behind it was a commissioned portrait of the school founder who ironically looked angelic with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a white lace tea gown. The engraving at the foot of the painting frame read “Angelique Cuthbert.” 

To my side was the front desk, with an elderly woman with a straitlaced blouse and a plaid pleated skirt that went down to her ankles with pointy cat eyeglasses. This lady was fast asleep with her mouth wide open! I couldn’t tell if she was taking a nap or if she was dead. “Forgive Mrs. O’Shea, she’s a little tired.” The headmistress nervously chuckled then cleared her throat, “Welcome to Angelique Academy. Our faculty has been awaiting your arrival, our academy has been deeply rooted in transforming girls into young women since 1919.” She exclaims. “School isn't in session as of now, all classes start tomorrow. In a few minutes, I will take you upstairs on the second floor to my office to show you your schedule and residency information on campus.” The Headmistress gestured to follow her way.

As we followed Headmistress McCoy to her office I couldn’t help but smell the overwhelming scent of printed paper and freshly brewed coffee. I look around her room which typically consists of drawers, bookcases, and her desk. Standing next to Headmistress Mccoy’s chair, I saw a woman with big strawberry blonde curly hair and floral print business attire. My face turned pale, no shit, is that? “Aunt Jan?” My eyes widened in shock, surprised, “What are you doing here?” I haven’t seen my Aunt Jan in ages. Though I guess it makes sense. Although I only saw her once or twice growing up since she lived in New York, I do remember she used to teach mathematics to teens. Oh my gosh, does she work here? Does she know why I’m here? 

I slowly go over to Headmistress McCoy’s desk sitting alongside my mother. Aunt Jan smiled softly at me. Still dumbfounded, I just stared at her. 

Suddenly I turned back to Headmistress McCoy who seemingly pulled out my file while I was daydreaming into nothingness. As she sat down,  I stared into her cold harsh eyes, rigidness that could whip an addict back into shape. I wasn’t threatened. I was used to these types of people. She looked back down to my file and examined it carefully.  “Not many young women who applied here could be in your shoes, nor have this academic ineptitude of yours,” The stoic headmistress passed my academic records from across the desk I was sitting at and pointed at my absences and plummeting grades from middle school from freshman year. 

“Your parents must be very fortunate that you will be beginning your education at Angelique.”  My mother nodded at McCoy’s response, “Yes Headmistress, unfortunately my daughter has been under some ‘bad influences’ last year at her previous high school.” I rolled my eyes at my mother. She has no idea what she’s fucking talking about... “Her father as well as I are hoping maybe she’ll have a fresh new start at this school since her acceptance letter was received in the mail...” Headmistress McCoy gives a sympathetic expression, “Don’t worry Mrs. Da Silva, you're in good hands here. A few parents were in your shoes just like you last year, and now their daughters are all in the Debate Club here.” You’ve got to be kidding me, Debate? Do I seriously look like a high-achieving nutjob whose only goal in life is to pass all honors classes to go to an Ivy League University that would cause me so much student debt I wouldn’t be able to pay off by the day I die? Over my dead body.

All I’ve been doing for most of my life was listen, listen, listen, why should I listen to anyone if no one will ever listen to me? This school is nothing but a lie on a glossy pamphlet and the fact they think it could straighten me out when there’s barely anything to change about me in the first place. There was nothing all at this school would fix because quite truthfully, there’s absolutely nothing! 

Out of all the places I could go, out of all the places I could be, why here? 

[pen-and-umbra]

sephiroth in first soldier ec blew up a few fan boards. ppl are so divided and raging, like jesus HAVENT y'all see the compilation??

To be fair, I have reservations about Sephiroth's portrayal in Ever Crisis, but my dissatisfaction stems from how it is presented rather than what is presented.

Having said that, I can see why EC Sephiroth could have ruffled many feathers. There is a subset of fans who are... Let's say conservative and OG-oriented, why don't we. These people had grown accustomed to seeing Sephiroth as the original FFVII depicted him: aloof, cold, and arrogant, far above the player's level. And why not, post-Nibelheim Sephiroth essentially merges with Jenova and aspires to rule the world, becoming less human and more of an alien demigod.

However, EC rips that mold to shreds. Suddenly, young Sephiroth isn't the arrogant, too-good-to-talk-to-you edgelord that many assumed he was. Sephiroth is sheltered and inexperienced with other people! Sephiroth is modest! Sephiroth expresses regret! Sephiroth does not cling to his heroic legend; instead, he admits that it is a deliberate fabrication. He laughs! He cracks a joke! He doesn't scream "How dare you touch me?!" and instead lets people comfort him! He's suddenly much more than a kid who thought he was better than everyone else. He's a kid who, like any other orphan, wants to find his family. All of this brings him down from the demigod realm, and he's no longer the figure older fans remember from the original.

You could argue that FFVII had numerous sequels, including Crisis Core, and I would agree. EC does not add anything new to the table; rather, it expands on the ideas presented in CC. Sephiroth in Crisis Core has a similar vibe: he's a little awkward, isn't particularly excited about killing, and isn't conceited about his fame. However, in my anecdotal experience, there were people who either skipped CC entirely or thought Sephiroth was prideful due to how the English localization misconstrued certain lines from the game. Last but not least, some people mistake emotional detachment for snobbishness or callousness; a sad but true fact. They consider characters cold if they do not make an overt emotional display, whether it is concern or support.

Then there are those who simply want villains to be villains. And I can understand such a viewpoint, even if I do not personally share it. An explicit, unsympathetic personification of evil is an ideal foundation to bounce off; it makes it easy for the heroes to juxtapose themselves against. It establishes clear objectives and instills a sense of moral superiority in both characters and the audience, and sets up a clear distinction between what is fair and unfair. Finally, it's easier to fight and kill something you don't recognize as a human being. However, by humanizing Sephiroth EC has effectively removed that option from the players and long-standing fans. It's no longer black and white. It's no longer as simple as "Cloud wins because he's always been a better person" and "Sephiroth loses because he's always been a self-important jerk who deserves it." It's in various shades of gray. Sure, there will be those who despise the game for making the villain sympathetic. It takes away our easy sense of moral superiority by asking us:

would we feel/act any different in villain's shoes?

Ultimately, it could be argued that it is an exercise in empathy. Human beings simply dislike being reminded that the bad guys aren't all that different from us.

[levinssword]

as an adult, do you ever look back on random parts of your childhood and realize "Wow that's not normal" or "wow that wasn't actually okay" ? because like

when I was a kid and we lived in a trailer court my mom n her husband had a bed in their bedroom to sleep on but like, they gave me a camping air mattress that had a hole in it that would deflate by the time I woke up, so I'd blow it up every night and put it on top of a pile of dirty clothes to sleep on, bc it would be flat by the time I woke up? that's how I slept from middle school to the start of high school when my mom divorced her husband and we moved to a drug town with her new bf and they had a bed there I slept on. My coworker asked me if my mom her husband let me sleep in their bed when they were gone but like... no? her husband was drunk whenever he was off work and had their bedroom door locked, sometimes my mom would sleep out in the living room on the sofa. If I tried to sleep on the sofa, I'd get yelled at because "I shouldn't be watching TV / be up this late" which never made sense to me bc I never had the tv on lol?

My bedroom roof was also leaking water, and the ceiling began to crumble / get covered in mold and I had to get hospitalized for this bc I have really bad asthma and the mold was destroying my lungs but I still had to sleep in that bedroom bc I couldn't sleep in the living room?

Then like, in highschool when we lived in the shitty drug town, the house we lived in AGAIN my rooms roof started to leak water and again developed really bad black mold and I got another really bad case of lung damage bc again, asmtha + mold doesn't work well? This time I was allowed to sleep in the living room on the floor but it was hard bc my mom n her bf would be watching tv til really late at night or her bf was smoking weed / playing video games all night when I had school in the morning, if I complained I got yelled at djfkasfd like IDK how I was supposed to win there? At least this time they did eventually fix the ceiling and then I could move back into my room

Then now I'm thinking more again and like, when I was first diagnosed with asthma when I was like 5 or 6, it was bc I was sleeping in the basement at my grandparents house and the ??? environment down there caused me to have my first asthma attack and everyone was upstairs, while I was down there super late at night and I had to crawl up the stairs to try and get help, its one of the like, most vivid memories I have of my childhood I remember pulling myself up one step at a time before I made it to the top of the staircase and ( presumably lost consciousness ) , the next thing I remember was waking up in a dark room at the hospital on some breathing machine thing LOL

After my asthma diagnosis I got this breathing machine and it helped a lot, but thats around the time I was taken to move in with my mother and her husband in their apartment. Both of them were chain smokers so the apartment was just full of smoke so much you could see it in the room? when they found out that the smoking was affecting my asthma ( obviously ) their repsonse was like, instead of going outside to smoke or maybe not smoke as much or ... anyhting lol, they stapled a bedsheet over my door to "keep the smoke out" and i was told to stay in my room or go outside when they were home, so I just went outside alone unsupervised for hours, or stayed in my room until I was told to come eat food LOL? I also could count the amount of times I used my breathing machine on my hands, bc once it ran out of refills they never got more and they just put it on the top shelf of the closet and then it was never used again. Later on I remember going to the pawn shop with my mom to pawn it off

I'm just unpacking a lot tonight this may be part of the reason I

a: refuse to sleep on anything but my bed, which is a pillow top that everyone gives me shit about bc its "too soft and bad for my back"

b: visceral disgust being anywhere near smokers

[wannawrasslewithjayrasheed]

The Go Home Show, March 23rd, 1998

The March 23rd episode opens with a Stone Cold promo. He instantly tells Kevin Kelly to shut up because he doesn't want to listen. He mentions what Vince said last week about being champion, and he cant be molded into anything else. Austin will continue to do whatever he wants whenever he wants and nobody can do a damn thing about it. Austin is looking ahead to Mania.

Slaughter informs Austin that he in fact DOESNT have the night off and will compete tonight and then he does his "Thats an order'' gimmick sayin Mr. McMahon gave the order. He then announces his opponent in The Rock and Austin replies "that's fine, he'll walk through all the trash". Slaughter then tells Austin that if he doesn't wrestle tonight he'll forfeit his main event at WrestleMania.

Stone Cold has to remind Slaughter he just said he would wrestle the match..in a moment of getting annoyed he hits Sgt. Slaughter with a Stunner and i kid you not the man did a front flip. Old men just don't bump for the stunner like they used to.

Later on in the night DX comes out to cut a promo. First Triple H wants to see footage from last week and we see his winning the championship.

Triple H says at Mania Chyna will be handcuffed to "The Chin" (not going to lie I loved all the Slaughter jokes from this time). But it wont be a factor because he owns Owen and he should just stay at home, if the black hart shows up to Wrestlemania then HHH will put him in the wheelchair for good. Shawn points out a fan at ringside and makes fun of her huge boobs and calls her a skank,

all of which didn't phase her in the least bit. He addresses the back and forth banter between Austin and McMahon and compares it to a girl fight with pinches. He said there's a cat fight booked at Mania (probably referring to Sable and Luna in their tag team match with Marc Mero and Goldust). Shawn appreciates the fact that Vince doesn't want Steve to become champ but the truth is Steve doesn't care and neither does he (Shawn). Shawn tell Steve for forget about Vince and stunning Slaughter he needs to focus on Shawn at mania and there's only one way to accomplish his 8 year dream. Shawn says he's the same age as Steve but accomplished so much more throughout his entire run but he's going to give him that one opportunity at WrestleMania. Stone Cold has to overcome Shawn and he also has to overcome one more thing...after feigning amnesia he pulls Tyson into the camera frame and says DX's Mike Tyson is the special enforcer.

 Tyson says hell knock Austin out if he gets in the way. Shawn asks Mike "who will walk out of WrestleMania STILL champion?" Mike say's

So I guess he just gave Shawn a new nickname...anyway Shawn then asks whos the baddest man on the planet and Mike says "YOU ARE HEA..." No I'm kidding he knew Shawn was referring to him he says he is. And Shawn ends it by saying DX will rule the wrestling world forever and that's his last promo at least as a performer until his return in 2002.

In the main event Rock and Austin go for a lock up and Rock gets Steve in the corner,

Austin flips it around and breaks the hold flipping Rocky off as only Steve can. After more back n forth the camera cuts to DX watching the match in their locker room.

The Rock gets Austin down but Austin pops up with a Lou Thez Press outta nowhere giving him a boost of momentum. The Rock then ducks a Stunner and bails to the outside. Austin attacks Mark to get at the Rock, he smashes Rock into the steps and once the action get back in the ring Rock begs for mercy but he gets a mudhole stomped in his ass. Rock ducks a clothes line and bails back to the outside. Austin grabs a chair to handle the members of the Nation of Domination at ringside. And while Austin is distracted Rocky comes from behind with a suprise attack and slams austin into the ring steps. Throwing him back in the ring The Rock kicks and chokes Austin in the corner, after letting up for a bit Mark Henry gets a quick choke in while the ref is distracted and the show goes to commercial break. When the commerical break is over Austin is shown having the Rock in a sleeper hold. The Rock escapes by running Austin into the corner and then boom we gets steve in the middle of the ring with the most electrifying move in sport entertainment.

Austin kicks out so Rock applies a Chinlock, no submitting so Rock goes for another peoples elbow but Steve moves out of the way. Steve hits Rock with 3 clotheslines back to back

and avoids a back body drop but caught that Stunner. Austin wins.. but D Lo tries to run and he too catches a stunner. DX music plays and they come out,

Shawn says he already turned his lights out once with Sweet Chin Music but this sunday he's going to do it one last time. He leaves for a second before coming RIGHT BACK OUT... I don't know why exactly, but he's in a huff, too took his jacket off and everything lol.

All jokes aside Vince probably told him to go back out there...or he wont get his fanny pack back (sorry I couldn't resist)

Triple h holds him back. Of course its to stall while the show goes off the air all for building anticipation for a show that really had already sold itself...

Next Stop.. WRESTLEMANIA!!!!

Are you ready?

[crimsonblackrose]

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George has been divorced 3 times and when it's recommended they cater a little towards women he recommends instead of karate they put on a baking class. (He was against the blue mats)

Malcolm-Jamal Warner debacle.

Ron son's fencing team, one of the dad's is a talent agent.

Ron has a gaval.

It's kind of funny how much the all-valley annual board meeting fights. 🤣 No wonder they like karate.

Gavin is showing Aisha getting kicked on repeat to say that the boys punching and kicking girls might be problematic.

They were drinking Aha and coffee

They're introducing skills competitions aka weapon proficiency (even though it sounds like a pageant 🤣) Kata, board breaking, weapons display and separate girls division.

The kids pointing out that without Miguel and Hawk they don't feel like they've got a shot at the all-valley

I think Johnny made this via paper. Which, it's freaking huge, that had to have taken forever. I guess he spent his time after being upset by Daniel making that thing and putting it up.

I'm also surprised that despite all the random background extras that Miyagi-do and Cobra Kai always have that they stopped giving Miyagi-do the random extras and cut it down tot eh main small amount so that it's more obvious how few students they all have split up.

Johnny: Do any of you know any girls.

Students: ....

Johnny recognized that their black mold in the corner.

Also note that Hawk isn't with them even though he left with the Eagle Fangs

How does Silver know that Johnny and Daniel split?

the first time I watched this I really hoped that Lynn would stand up for Tory against her aunt here.

The fact Kandace wants her sisters disability check is messed up. Especially when Tory's already working multiple jobs. "My sister always promised to take care of me" girl, not in this case.

Kandace says Tory's father also had a quick temper. But she also is invoking her sisters death. Tory's brother's name is Brandon but Kandance forgets that. And he's 8.

Kandance when Tory says she's almost 18 threatens to fight for custody of Brandon and points out, who would win that battle a high school drop out and a criminal which Kandance also is but apparently knows how to play the game.

Oh Johnny. His abandoned warehouse, which maybe he's squatting I don't know, is between the burned down Chuck E. Cheese and pipe supply. At least he realizes when the girls run off how bad it sounds.

THE BABY OIL AND MIGUEL'S FACE. Johnny why are you carrying around a Johnson's bottle of baby oil? (I googled baby oil to try and remember what it was used for, moisturizing, but also apparently a top search result is uh...lube so now I know a little too much about Johnny)

"Where's your beach ball?" Miguel sighing and very tiredly saying: "Here's teh beach ball" while showing off his muscles.

I'm sorry Miguel that Johnny's trying to use you as a piece of meat but this is also hilarious.

I guess he or Miguel made a new website. Twiddler. 🤣🤣🤣

"We have a whole stable of hot young dudes like Miguel over here"

Poor Miguel, also Johnny this is weird. We've got babes and everything, whatever floats your boat. Really living out that pimp life that demetri compared the whole thing to.

See Moon said she'd join except she didn't want to fight and Johnny lets her go. But he should've brought Moon on board, she could've just been in the skills competition section.

Demetri knows that Eli's mom leaves teh key under the flower gnome since kindergarten.

The sound coming from Eli's computer sounds like he's playing Dungeon Lord.

"You should really think of increasing security, given, you know, the karate war."

I'd like to point out that that means Demetri has always known how to break into Hawk's home and take revenge and never has.

Demetri super self aware, also he has a butter sticker.

Hawk's not joining Eagle Fang or Miyagi-do he's quitting.

I believe this sounds like a predator joke is Netflix. He's never talked like this before. I mean at a much smaller level/minor level. And yes "I'll be awake" is something that Johnny might say but maybe I might be misremembering but I think earlier in the seasons he knew what woke meant.

I did not notice this until this rewatch but:

Those girls in the back just got boxes from Silver and Cobra Kai.

Which is a bummer because Johnny did a really good job there and I'm proud of him.

Okay, I love Sam right here. Yes she's upset about Tory and I do think some of that is earned and some of that is unearned. But this is maybe my favorite line ever to Amanda's I don't want your rivalry continuing to dominate your life:

for more than 2 seconds.

She's right. 🤣Roast him.

Amanda got arrested, she said it was a high school prank, or that's what Daniel says when she asks if she told him about it: She took a baseball bat to her math tutors car, while he math tutor was in it. She was having an affair with Amanda's dad. Daniel knew Amanda didn't get along with her dad but didn't know why. Amanda was charged with: misdemeanor reckless endangerment She didn't walk her graduation because of it.

Daniel asks why she never told him. Mr. never told her about Silver, or Kreese, or that he never told Johnny that they had his son. Probably hasn't mentioned Chozen, Kumiko or Mike Barnes either.

Demetri says joining a dojo was the best thing that ever happened to him, he got stronger, confident, got the girl of his dreams and he's excited for teh all-valley tournament.

They have their own theme song.

The space next to the mini mart is for lease. I think it was a kebab house.

For some reason I forgot that his conversation with Amanda led Daniel to try and win over Robby again.

Robby has a special handshake with the mini mart guy. I like that

The way each person shows up faded in the background, sneaking up and cornering the other. Like Daniel, you said some pretty awful stuff about Johnny too. To Robby it probably all sounds like a mess. And when you say things that sound like opinions rather than facts it kinda doesn't have the affect your guying for.

If Daniel had said: Terry silver offered to help me train for the all-valley that I didn't want to be a part of but had to be because I was being harassed by people who literally were holding me and my friend by a rope off a cliff and going to kill us only for him to teach me a few moves and go from learning basics to trying to break my hands and feet with two by fours and then I found out it'd all been a trick and the bastards hanging me from a cliff by a rope ended up being his students. I dunno Daniel I feel like people would react to that better than "This man is sick and twisted and when he's done with you you won't be you anymore." I think you just need to back that up a little, but on Cobra Kai turf was a bad idea.

Daniel doesn't care about it being ethical it's good vs evil in his book.

Silver: I only brought out what was already inside.

Daniel: You tortured me.

Silver: Please, you were a hot head. All I had to do was wind you up and get out of the way.

Johnny's Eagle Fang dojo

Piper is 20 minutes late. I can't believe Johnny's literally waiting for her.

Silver made a bunch of designer stuff for new recruits, so they got Piper.

Also Miguel's reminder is a good reminder. That Miguel wasn't a champion, Johnny trained him to become one. While everyone else is like these kids are all wimps, the point is that they can train them not to be that way which is what Johnny's done with multiple students.

I think Sam has a new car.

Aisha's new home!

I missed Aisha so much!

That's about an hour and a half maybe a little less if lucky for Sam from Encino.

Aisha's dad got a job at UCSB (University of California, Santa Barbara)

Aisha's parents were pissed but it wasn't the only reason they moved. Aisha broke a kids nose during the fight.

Aisha thinks the LaRusso's are overprotective. They made Aisha wear a helmet on the trampoline. (Random personal note, a classmate broke an arm on one of those when I was little at a party so...I get the be careful on a trampoline thing)

Sam feels like she doesn't have control in her life

Aisha started her new school and their was a girl in her homeroom wearing tons of pink like she was a that walked out of a malibu barbie beach house. Aisha knew that was going to be her next bully so she walked up to her and introduced herself, lied and complimented her shoes, said she was new and asked to be introduced around. And now they're besties. Aisha attacked her problem head on, struck first. Just like Johnny taught her.

Somewhere Johnny is so fucking proud of her.

Johnny constantly sneaking in 🤣 I also think it's interesting that Miguel lied about being in debate but is sitting her watching the debate with Bert.

Miguel: Think outside of the box Johnny: Okay wigs and dresses. Miguel: NOT LIKE THAT

Johnny's new movie name drop: Ladybugs

Johnny's plan is for Mitch to dress up like a girl for the competition.

I'm thinking a lot of things, I don't know where to start I think is Miguel's whole mood since season 1

Hi there DEVON

The way Johnny leans in

Devon has their attention.

This was the girl Bert was going to recommend. Which, sometimes Johnny, listen to Bert, the kids smart.

Daniel setting up a mixboard to play crowd cheering with large speakers. 🤣

Hawk becoming an miyagi-do I think only happened because of Demetri.

Sam taking Aisha's I used Johnny's lessons to make my bully my friend and now we're besties to mean Allow Tory to come back to school and threaten her and make sure she knows that she's on thin ice.

[inafieldofdaisies]

"why are you so concerned about me ?" for Mercedes and Jacob?

NSFW, kinda, so the snippet continues under the cut. 🤍

The sun had gone down by the time Mercedes made it back to the cabin. A wolf howl far off in the distance made her feel glad she was almost home and not trekking through the darkening woods. She climbed the steps leading to the front door in a haste and unlocked it, releasing the breath she was holding as she stepped inside. It took seconds for her eyes to register the fact that the hallway in front of her wasn't completely pitch black, that instead, light was streaming from the adjoined living room. Fuck. She knew for a fact the house was supposed to be empty. Jacob had told her he'd be busy at the Vet Center, so the idea she had a visitor had her on edge. "Hello?", she called out, immediately feeling stupid for revealing her entry as she took cautious steps towards the living room. "In the kitchen, sweetheart." Busy, you say? "Jacob?" By then, she had made it to the kitchen, face scrunched up in confusion at the sight of Jacob there and the fact he was seemingly making dinner. "Yeah?", he turned around, and his lips twisted into an amused smile. "Why are you here?", Mercedes asked, not liking how domestic he looked and how a part of her enjoyed what she was seeing. His shoulders lifted in a shrug before he turned back to the stove, "I missed you, so I wrapped up things earlier. I should be asking you where you had disappeared off to." "I went for a walk.", it was a simple reply, innocent enough and far from what she had been doing minutes prior. She joined him at the kitchen counter, leaning a hip against it as she zeroed her gaze on his face and observed for any sign he wasn't buying the excuse. "So late?", a frown came over his features l, "I don't like the idea of you strolling around alone in the dark, Mercedes."

Oblivious. Good, stay that way. So both of us can remain happy. So this wouldn't end too soon.

"I wasn't that far away, Jacob. Just needed some fresh air, a change of scenery.", her tone softened on purpose and her expression following suit, "The cabin felt empty. Too quiet." She was lying yet again, or at least partly, and he seemed to believe it all. Jacob turned off the stove, abandoning whatever he was stirring in the pan as his hands landed on her hips to pull her into his body. Her hands wrapped around his neck on instinct, and she rose on her tiptoes, meeting him halfway for a kiss. "You're not hungry yet, are you?", he whispered as his lips hovered over hers. "No. But I can go for a warm bath." A knowing smirk broke free, "Is that so?" Her nod was enough for him to take hold of her hand and guide her toward the bathroom. He wasted no time undoing her dress, lips following the zipper's descent and leaving kissed across her skin until the garment pooled at her feet. Jacob moved onto his clothes, and his eyes roamed over her body in hunger as she unclasped her bra and slid her underwear down her legs. "The water?" "Hmm?", he asked absently, eyes glazed over, lust swimming in the blue depths. Mercedes couldn't help the laugh that left her as she went around him and bent down over the tub to twist the handle until the water was at the right temperature. "You're making this very difficult for me, you know?", he uttered out, his voice taking a familiar note. His hands grasped her waist, and when his front molded into her back, it became undoubtable what he meant. "Don't you mean hard?", she teased, backing into him and winning an groan as she worked on drawing a bath to her liking. "Mercedes.", her name was more of a warning. "What?" "You keep doing this. And I can't promise that bath you're working on so meticulously wouldn't go to waste." "Patience, Jacob.", she side-stepped and gestured towards the bathtub, "All done. Though, now I think of it, are you gonna feel comfortable in there?" He shook his head, stepping over the edge and into the water, the sight of his backside drawing in her eyes until it disappeared beneath the bubbles. "Come.", he beckoned and outstretched his hand in invitation. "We're gonna be crammed." Impatience peeked through his gaze, "Want me to help you, or are you going to join me on your own?" "Fine.", she smirked as she positioned herself in his lap and rested her arms on both sides of the tub, "Don't think of complaining later." "Impossible.", was all he said before his hands sneaked around and between her thighs. "Now, this I can get used to.", she muttered, melting back into him as his fingers worked restlessly beneath the water. "Promise you won't wander around in the dark.", Jacob muttered, "I need to know you will be safe." "Why are you so concerned about me?" her head rested back against his shoulder, and she released a sigh at the sensation coursing through her body before humming, "Don't stop." "Should be obvious, shouldn't it?", he said and placed a kiss on her cheek, "I care for you, Mercedes." She didn't like the guilt that swooped in at the sudden confession or the butterflies she felt at his words. It's the orgasm approaching. Nothing more. "Promise me.", he repeated as she grabbed at his hands and rose up to switch positions. Before he could protest over her leaving his embrace, she was straddling his hips and guiding him inside her. "I promise.", she lied as her lips found his, and she began to move. Giving him the only thing she could: her body.

[ffs-abalisk]

Did ace ever had any wet dreams about Leith before they hooked up?

Flight of the Albatross - Melted Chocolate

[Warning: the following content is a Lemon on the Citrus Scale, viewer discretion is advised.]

It started with, of all the most ridiculous things, a simple accident of melted chocolate.

They’d made port at some no-name village apparently in the middle of their festival season. The entire place decked out in ribbons and banners and an excess of flowers. Stalls filled every corner of the streets with games or local crafts and rows upon rows of various foods that promised to have him drool himself dehydrated if he didn’t sample every one.

The weather, while not exactly hot, was still warm enough that Leith demanded to have ice cream, and really, who was he to refuse? She ate like a bird anyway, so frankly whatever they could shove down her gullet was a win in Pitch’s expert doctor opinion.

He was not prepared.

“Ah, shit its already melting,” she’d exclaimed after a few bites of a modest waffle cone, which drew his attention away from a juicy skewer he’d been munching on. He was about to apologize, because it was most likely his fault, when in a fit of what he could only surmise as possession, she switched hands and promptly licked at the line of oozing chocolate up her hand with completely accidental sensuality.

Ace, as a consequence, absolutely froze. Nearly upending his plate of fried noodles as his wrists suddenly went slack in shock.

He decided, mouth completely dry as he watched transfixed, that the sticking of her finger in her mouth to catch the rest was wholly unnecessary… Same with sucking on her thumb.

He gulped, trying desperately to wet his tongue.

Gods.

Finished with her unknowing torture, Leith hummed happily and addressed the rest of her cone, sucking on the melted end before skipping away to check out a game stall that had caught her eye.

He tried to forget about it. He really did.

But when the partying drew to a close for the evening and some retreated to the ship for the comfort of their own beds, Ace could not get it out of his head.

It did not help in the least when in the last hour of the night, everyone had been drinking and Leith lounged like an indolent cat in a loose shirt and some black panties on deck.

No one really cared that much. Deuce threw a pair of pants at her face in his usual scandalized manner, but didn’t exactly force the issue after they started arguing about something entirely unrelated. Everyone was too used to it already for it to really affect them.

But Ace, it affected him. It affected him more than he’d realized.

For, in the months since he’d gotten to know her and their journeys since, she’d filled out without him realizing—the change so gradual that he hadn’t noticed until now. That rake-like, pale, skeletal look that had made her seem so haunted and scarred in the beginning, had now turned to warm, healthy, sun-kissed skin; muscle and sinew were now plumped in a healthy layer of fat, her figure becoming curvy in ways that drew many an eye. 

And she certainly wasn’t shy in flaunting it. Definitely not with her provocative manner of dressing and her teasing.

Gods the teasing…

Face flaming, Ace rolled over and tried to force himself to sleep, mashing his face into his pillow.

But not even that could save him.

His sheets smelled like her, a consequence of their habit of being platonic bunk pals, and it was with this cursed understanding and his mind growing muzzy with exhaustion that Ace finally, fitfully slept.

And dreamed…

Dreamed of hands caressing along the swell of soft thighs and along the curve of an exposed throat. Leith sighing in pleasure as those hands molded to her, petting and squeezing and parting her thighs… She looked to him askance as fingers prodded her lips, the full swell of them parting breathlessly, her eyes hooded and dark with mascara.

Ace breathed shakily, panting. His body tense as he observed the display before him, both as a participant and not. Wanting to be everywhere and everything at once.

Was it his hands upon her thighs or another's? He couldn’t tell.

But it didn’t matter… He throbbed in ecstasy and wanted more.

He wanted to see more.

Leith hummed throatily as those fingers breached that gap, the soft swell of her lips molding so sensually over them as they delved into the sticky, warm sweetness of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she gave a little suck. Ace groaned, unable to help himself as he squeezed her arms, her ass, her breast-- Watching as that pink mouth parted with a heady moan, tongue caressing the length of fingers as they withdrew, a thin trail of saliva marking their path from her bottom lip.

Depths take him.

She arched with catlike grace, moaning as those hands sunk into every inch of her flesh, pinning her arms in place as others peeled aside her panties, the silken garment wet and promising.

And he could feel it too, groaning at the throb of his cock, driving into her again and again. Her voice hoarse with pleasure and need, Ace growling as he shoved his thumb in her mouth, pressing on her tongue as her eyes went filmy in lust and came—

Gasping awake, Ace cursed as dream melted into reality, panting and gasping as he tried to catch his own orgasm in vain, spilling across the bedsheets and his own belly. Her cursed again, panting, feeling hot and tense, the steady mortification building as he stared in utter shock at his own spend.

That had been… intense.

Ace felt his face heat, embarrassment and the knowledge that he was completely filthy paralyzing his movements. He wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock and stay there. The knowledge that he’d just… that he’d just had a wet dream like a smitten little pre-teen was almost more than he could handle. He hadn’t done something like this in…in…

Well, not since puberty.

Ashamed and more than a little grossed out now that he felt… sticky. Ace groaned as he got up and began stripping the bed.

He had to get this cleaned up before anyone saw. Definitely before Leith did.

Gods he wasn’t going to be able to look her in the eye after this.

Bundling all his clothing, Ace made for the door and went to open it—

“Hey whatcha got there?!” Leith crowed in the doorway, like she’d been fucking summoned.

He did not scream.

He didn’t!

“Sorry-gotta-wash-my-stuff-nice-to-see-you-don’t-follow-me-BYE!” he stammered quickly, muscling his way past her as be bolted for the laundry room, his face doubtlessly redder than a tomato.

Leith, momentarily stunned by this frantic dismissal, blinked as she watched him disappear.

“He’s not fooling anyone.” She deadpanned, planting her hands on her hips and giving a derisive sniff, furrowing her brows.

“... Smells like sex in here.”

[jankwritten]

Day two of re-deep cleaning my carpets: I went over each room TWICE and the water was still coming out black. However, I have figured out how to REALLY effectively use the machine now, and got out way more of the stains than I did when I deep cleaned the carpets before Christmas time.

My cousin suggested a cheaper cleaning solution than the name-branded one I’ve been using, which I might investigate after I run out of soap. I’m positive that if I did another sweep of both rooms, I’d still be pulling out huge clumps of nastiness, so the soap I’m using right now is good and all, it’s just expensive.

My other worry is that the carpet feels slightly sticky after cleaning. I’m not sure if I should put some hot water into the machine with no soap and run that over to clean up any residue or what, but right now I’m too tired - I’ve been cleaning this shit for 3 hours.

Right now, I’m just satisfied that instead of huge discolored patches everywhere, there are smaller areas of it in smaller, harder to see places.

I’m a little scared of the big living room, which is the worst in the whole house (aside from my papas room). My littlest cousin, now 17, would camp out in one chair for DAYS out there, and he’s notorious for spilling shit. Just the other day he spilled soda all over the carpet, though he did apologize to me for it because he knew I’d cleaned the carpets semi recently LMAO. Those stains were easy enough to get out, but the ones in the big living room are INSANE. Streaks of orange and bright pink completely caked in, nasty speckly spots from food spills, etc. I shudder at the thought. I’ll try tackling that room on Sunday. I’ll have to move all the furniture out of the way, but my grandparents have been good sports about letting me fuck with everything for the sake of cleaning the house.

(Please note that this carpet hasn’t been cleaned in about 10 years, that it has weathered at least 6 children from infant to teenager, and is in the home of two older folks who can’t vacuum or clean as often as the place needs. Since moving in in 2022, I’ve made it my mission to help make the house cleaner, and I’ve so far succeeded! The kitchen is a nightmare, but some battles I just can’t win LMFAO.

Also please note that glitter is a generational curse and at least 1/4 of the debris I keep pulling out of the carpet is chunky silver glitter. I don’t know how but it is in EVERY inch of the carpet in this house.

Triple note that I am in dire need of moving the furniture out of my room and closet and hitting the carpet in there again now that I know what Horrors lie beyond one imperfect deep clean. My room was originally inhabited by nightmare meth aunt who had mold growing in the windows, burnt a huge hole in the carpet that the old cat used to pee in, had broken mirrors laying on the floor, and left behind various, sticky brown stains all over the carpet that I figured I just wouldn’t be able to get out. I now know how to get them out and by the gods. Will I do that. Sometime. Eventually.)

[megashadowdragon]

reddit comments on record of ragnarok chapter 73

 also would like to point out:

Beelzebub is a twisted bastard who experiments on the bodies other people just to satisfy his curiosity. Tesla is a selfless inventor who gave serious demonstrations to audiences by running his electricity through his own body.

Beelzebub performed biological experiments for his own desires and nobody else. Tesla had no problem giving up his patents and money if it meant helping more people with his products.

Beelzebub only moves around when he has to attack or defend and doesn't make unnecessary gestures, otherwise he almost stands still. Tesla makes flashy and exaggerated moves with his punches and he dances all over the place even though he already activated the suit's major abilities with the Super Tesla Particle.

Heirs science”

obviously Beelzebub and Tesla are 2 polar opposite scientists.

Beelzebub has a simple power that comes from within to mold energy into attack and defense while Tesla has a complicated system of abilities that use the particles in the air;

Beelzebub uses secret techniques while Tesla announces his discoveries to the world;

Beelzebub is resolved to die with his knowledge and Tesla wants to discover more and more and more constantly editing and learning more about the world.

Still kinda stupid for someone as smart as Beel to blame humanity for Hades' death and to make revenge his motivation, but I guess the stresses of a death match against an Einherjar just gives him the proper stressors to finally make him unleash all of those negative emotions onto the battlefield.

And on that note, either Tesla comes up with or unleashes some kind of new superweapon to help him survive this No. 0 Chaos move (not even to win, just to survive this thing)... or he's dead meat. Even Zeus, a god who can break time with his punches and potentially destroy an entire world, is shook by this thing. Tesla's best tools have barely been able to contend with Beelzebub's normal power until now, let alone No. 0 Chaos. So, most likely Tesla loses, or he somehow pulls through to bring Beel down with him for a tie, because his odds of straight-up victory have dipped into Helheim.

Also, Fun Fact: As we can all see, Beelzebub's new ability/transformation unleashes some kind of black, round orb around the arena... and among the irl Tesla's habits and eccentricities, it turned out that a phobia of ROUND objects

www . reddit . com/r/todayilearned/comments/hrshch/til_that_nikola_tesla_loathed_round_objects/

www . nationalgeographic . com/science/article/131003-nikola-tesla-surprising-facts-statue-museum-science?utm_source=reddit.com

 was one of those traits. So much so that Tesla apparently had a near-public freakout when J.P Morgan's daughter wore round earrings to impress him, and he once sent his secretary home for the day when she showed up wearing pearl jewelry. The man truly is facing his greatest fear right now.

The "struggle against chaos" usually features a hero or god associated with lightning and thunder

Tesla's wearing an electrified suit of armor so that could be a good modern spin on the lightning/thunder hero/god trope. Still don't know who would win but I'd like to see at least one match end in a tie for the sake of narrative tension.

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3 days ago

The finale of Round 8 could end up being an example of 'Chaoskampf', which is a recurring and ubiquitous motif found in myths and legends throughout human history. The "struggle against chaos" usually features a hero or god associated with lightning and thunder who slays a serpentine or draconic beast that is associated with the primordial waters of chaos. In most traditions, the beast is always defeated by the hero, but in some, like the Norse Ragnarok, both the hero and beast die at the end of their fight.

Something interesting is that one of the oldest examples of 'chaoskampf' features Baal defeating the primordial chaos deity Yam. Seeing as Baal and Beelzebub are the same guy in RoR, that doesn't necessarily mean that Beelzebub will die at the end of this round.

This fight has a lot of metaphors of light vs dark and good vs evil. Tesla the child of light. Beelzebub the dark god. And tesla showed he is full of light while beelzebub steadily falls further into darkness.

teslas armor looks like it has a angels halo on it

and beelzebub is a demon of hell in myth