#lol. get a load of this guy. whoever he is

[stevenose]

thinking about baron literally switching up on you during sex 🫶🏻 reader with a vagina, no pronouns used for reader!

to be honest, the accent is a little grating. he’s saying things that make no sense, creating euphemisms that confuse you and take you out of the moment. you almost shove your fingers in his mouth to shut him up, but his sweet moans are too good to muffle.

baron. weird name. lamram is even weirder. in fact, ‘lamram’ sounds fake, some kind of made up name only a bimbo like baron would think of. but you have no reason not to believe him. he’s incredibly unassuming. sweetest thing alive, you think.

but you’re really starting to doubt the truth of his confession that he’s a virgin.

and it’s not really because he’s a good kisser. and he is, very much so. so humble and modest and yet he kisses you with such fervor that it’s staggering. claims your whole mouth with his, those big hands coming to cup your cheeks and keep you pressed against him like you might leave. you wouldn’t dream of leaving. certainly not after feeling his bulge, resting pretty on his lap, your tv blaring something useless behind you.

and it isn’t because he’s huge. jesus, is he huge. and your reaction, a wide eyed, open mouthed stare, makes him smirk. you didn’t think a sweetheart like him knew how to smirk. but he frowns when he catches you looking, furrowing his dark brows. “is - is it all right?”

“yeah,” you tell him quickly. “you’re just really big, baron.”

he shrugs a shoulder and smiles, bashful. “didn’ really know that.”

your hand wraps around his shaft, so hard and soft and hot. veiny. long. it nearly looks like it’s on the wrong body, but that isn’t very true, either. it fits his body, certainly - those big hands, strong biceps, hairy chest. it just doesn’t really fit his personality.

“no one’s ever told you before, huh? how big you are?”

baron shakes his head, that wide eyed wonder forcing his brows upwards again. “‘s it too big? can - can y’take it?”

and, no, it’s not that his fingers curl up and find your sweet spot immediately when you guide him to stretch you open. or that he knows where your clit is. you can chalk it up to beginner’s luck, or maybe he’s watched a lot of vintage porn. his expression shifts again while you mewl on his lap - smile widening, like he knows something you don’t.

“am i bein’ good for ya?”

you nod, grinding down onto his lean fingers. “mhm, yeah, baron, feel so good - add another, baby, please?”

“baby,” he says, sort of laughing, all giddy. “could get used t’that.”

what really makes you think he’s not a virgin is the way his hips rut up into you when you finally get him inside.

you have the lead at first. moving your hips up and down nice and slow. letting him savor it for his first time. playing with his long hair and trying to ignore his forced out little sayings. you’re moving so slow, and you swear baron’s clenching his jaw, his eyes turning hooded instead of wide, and then he suddenly plants his feet and starts fucking up into you.

you gasp, caught entirely off guard, and baron seems surprised himself. “that right?” he drawls. “‘s it ‘kay?”

you nod, and he continues, his hands - once hold you in a soft, feather light grip - suddenly tighten. squeezing the fat of your hips roughly. not enough to bruise but enough to make you realize he’s much more confident than he comes across.

and then - the nail in the coffin - he stops speaking with that terrible accent.

you think maybe it’s just getting warbled with his pleasure until he sounds - well. sounds like any other guy you know. voice deep and soft and sweet and yet so entirely sexy while he drills you with that long cock, hitting you deep, angling his hips to keep his tip rubbing against your sweet spot.

“feel so good,” he groans, no accent detected. “ah, fuck -“

“didn’t think you swore,” you pant, brows furrowed in pleasure and a lot of skepticism.

“i - uh.” and the accent’s back. “y’just feel better’n an ice cream cone on a -“

“quit it,” you moan, bouncing down on his cock. “you’re not a virgin, are you?”

he stares for what feels like eternity. and then he shapeshifts - relaxes, his face turning soft but eyes staying dark, gaze fixed instead of dazed. and he fucks you harder, lets his hands wander, lets his fingers tangle in your hair before pulling you in for another kiss. your stomach flips and you don’t feel scared, just shocked. confused. very horny.

“i’m not supposed to do this,” he says against your lips, smooth like butter, grunting from exertion. his free hand skirts down along your side before settling at your clit, rubbing circles into it. his dark eyes bore into yours and make your skin set alight. “but - but i- i’ll be honest, sweetheart, i needed this.”

“i - i guess that -“ you gasp, tilting your forehead to rest against his. “you- you’re not a virgin, then?”

the man scoffs. “do i fuck like one?”

[kosije]

a/n: this is just...ridiculous lol. with that being said, this was also great fun

cw: fratboy!gojo x reader, toxiiiicccccc ass gojo, dubcon (alludes to reader being tipsy and high before sex), unprotected sex, creampie

Fratboy!Gojo, who listens(?) as you ramble about your ex who had just cheated on you in the secluded corner of his fraternity while they’re hosting a party. whose pink lips are slightly parted with feigned sympathy as he wipes your tears and pulls you deeper into his lap.

Fratboy!Gojo, who stops you from getting another red solo cup because you're far more interested in the blunt he rolls up. and when his tongue pokes out to lick the backwood shut, your eyes refuse to focus on anything else. your hands drop to his chest as you watch his lighter flick off and he inhales deeply before blowing the smoke into your face.

rude.

Fratboy!Gojo, who has always been relatively mean, but the pout that spreads on your pretty lips as you softly swat at his chest makes him want to up his antics. but hey, you've seen to forget all about your ex.

Fratboy!Gojo, who gets surprised when you ask him about himself after sitting in comfortable silence, only interrupted when one of you guys passed back the now much smaller blunt or whines from you when he squeezed a sensitive part of your thigh.

Fratboy!Gojo, who tells you everything you want to know. never too much detail, but more than he usually would because you’ll probably forget everything in the morning. so he lets himself be a little more transparent than he would with others, but not to the level of his best friend.

Fratboy!Gojo, who gets hard after you excitedly scoot closer on his lap after finding something you two have in common. your cute expression as you colorfully talk to him makes him almost want to bend you over in front of all these people at the party, but he's okay with convincing you to follow him upstairs.

Fratboy!Gojo, who’s not in love with you. or in like. but is thoroughly interested and extremely aroused. so in the privacy of one of his pal's rooms, he sweet-talks you till you're dripping and shying away from his heated gaze. he feels you up over your clothes as you slowly grow more impatient, but when he saw your cute cotton bra, he just couldn't help but dote on you for a little.

Fratboy!Gojo, who has no trouble getting you out of your clothes and whining around his cock. you're another cute and tight little thing for him to get his nut off to then forget about. but your babbled-out thank you-s has him feel guilty for taking you like this. and the way you earnestly look up at him with those sweet doe-eyes as you cry through your orgasm makes him almost want to look away—but only, almost.

Fratboy!Gojo, who is about to pull out, but when you wrap your legs and tell him you're on the pill, he loses his mind and shoots his load so hot into you he doubts any pill will keep a baby from swelling your cute tummy. and maybe that's not the worst-case scenario.

Fratboy!Gojo, who drives you back to your dorm room where your roommate loses her mind over the fact 'gojo-fucking-satoru just drove you home!' and on the drive back to his frat house, he thinks back fondly to your cute smile. but only briefly before thinking about how pretty your tits were after.

Fratboy!Gojo, who sees you on campus the next day, a little tired yes, but in a cute get-up wide-eyed at something. it's only when he gets closer he can see your roommate glaring at the man in front of you. he's the ugly type, at least compared to gojo. average in every way. but whatever he's saying, you're hanging on each word, and a nasty bolt of something courses through gojo when he realizes he must be your aforementioned "ex."

Fratboy!Gojo, who watches your bottom lip quiver and then there's yelling between the ugly guy and your roommate before he storms off, and you're crashing into her arms.

Fratboy!Gojo, who can't help but feel happy at the sight. why even bother with whoever-he-is when he can kiss you better so easily? you think that's heartbreak? you wouldn't even know how to live if satoru had anything to do with it.

Fratboy!Gojo, who thinks he might have his first crush.

[lilacmingi]

STOWAWAY

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Pirate!Jongho x stowaway!fem reader

Word count: 6,707

Note: Special appearances by my goobers (aka my skz biases) Changbin and Jisung <3 they mistake Y/n for a ghost on the ship lol

Your feet burned as you ran down the dock, your ratty shoes not providing much protection, your lungs were stinging with each labored breath, begging for oxygen. You clutched onto the white fabric of your dress, holding the skirt up so you could run easier. You wanted so desperately to collapse on the weathered wood and stay there forever, but you couldn't. You were being chased by a group of three men. They were harassing you in the streets, making lewd comments about you and trying to put their grubby hands where they didn't belong. You were having none of it and when one of them got too close, you kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. Because of that, they were all chasing you and you didn't want to know what would happen if they caught you.

Things weren't looking good for you, as you were about to be at a dead end. Just when you thought all hope was lost, you caught sight of a massive ship moored at the wharf. The gangplank was down, giving you a sense of hope. It seemed to be your only means of survival. Without thinking twice, you rushed up the gangplank and onto the ship, grateful the guys chasing you didn't see you. The main deck looked vacant, which you were thankful for because you had the chance to catch your breath. That is, until you saw someone, presumably a crew mate, making his way onto the deck.

You scrambled away, spotting a hatch in the floor of the main deck. You opened it up, hurrying inside. Once at the bottom, you noticed multiple crates, sacks, and barrels of what you could only assume was provisions. You were in the cargo hold.

Maybe I can stay here for a while until those guys are gone. You thought to yourself.

You were thankful to have a few minutes to relax, your heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

Just then, the hatch to the hold opened up.

"Come on. You're not moving fast enough." An unfamiliar voice complained.

You hurriedly hid behind a cluster of crates, hoping to stay hidden from whoever was coming into the cargo hold.

"I'm trying the best I can, Changbin." A second voice whined. "This thing is heavy."

"I should have just asked someone else for help. You're useless." Grumbled Changbin.

"Hey!" The other voice huffed.

You peered around the side of the crate you were hidden behind, watching as two crew mates carried a giant barrel to the corner of the room. One of them had black hair and a stocky figure, the other had honey blonde hair and appeared slimmer, but strong.

"Come on." The dark-haired one gave a firm slap to the other's back. "We've got two more barrels to load."

The latter whined in protest, dragging is feet as he left the hold.

This wasn't good. Those boys would be coming back soon to load more barrels. You had to get out, and fast.

You scurried up the steps, going to open the hatch to the cargo hold. As you did, you heard a commotion on the main deck, sounds of men talking and boots thumping against the wood. The hustle and bustle caused you to scramble back to your hiding spot, quickly pushing aside any plans of escape.

"Now what?" You whispered under your breath.

All you needed to do was stay in your hiding spot and pray that you weren't caught. Just then, the hatch swung open and the two crew mates came back down into the cargo hold, both of them grunting as they carried a large barrel. You watched as they lugged the heavy object to the opposite corner of the room away from you.

"There's no space left over here." The dark-haired one named Changbin stated.

"Then let's try over there." The other gestured with his head.

Your heart dropped. It looked like he gestured over to where you were hidden.

"Alright. Let's go, then."

You pulled your knees up to your chest, pressing your back against the crate you were hidden behind.

Please don't come over here. Please don't come over here. Please don't come over here.

You could heard the thumping of their boots as the two moved closer to your hiding spot.

"Crap. We need to move this crate." The one with the honey blonde hair commented.

The barrel was set on the floor before the two started to move the crate you were behind.

You let out a gasp, turning towards the two as you were revealed.

Their eyes widened in shock as they stared at you for a moment before both of them let out loud screams. You let out an equally loud shriek, making the two even more scared. They turned around, scrambling out of the cargo hold, yelling for their captain.

I'm screwed.

"Captain, Captain!" The two shouted over each other.

"Captain! The ship's haunted!" Shrieked Jisung, his arms flailing wildly.

"We saw a wailing spirit!" Changbin added.

"What are you two blubbering about?"

"In the cargo hold!" Jisung pointed. "There's a woman in a white dress screaming!"

"Idiots." Sighed the captain.

"We're telling the truth!" They both argued.

"You two are the most gullible crew mates on this ship, so I take everything you say with a grain of salt."

Jongho pushed himself up from his desk, going to assess the situation.

A woman, huh? He thought to himself, stepping down into the cargo hold.

The room was eerily quiet, only the creaking of the wooden boards under Jongho's boots could be heard.

"Come on out, stowaway."

You didn't move, terrified of what might happen if you revealed yourself.

"Stop being a coward and show yourself." He spoke, his voice sounding more stern. "Unless you wanna become shark bait."

That scared you enough to stand up and reveal yourself, stepping out from behind the crates.

Jongho's brows raised in surprise, but he kept his composure, gesturing for you to step forward. You gulped nervously, moving to stand in front of him.

"Are you the wailing spirit my men are so scared of?" He inquired.

"A what?"

"Follow me."

He moved up the steps and out onto the deck where he called for Changbin and someone named Jisung. You assumed he was the other pirate helping load stuff. The two stood side by side in front of the pirate who, despite his appearance, seemed extremely tough and maybe even a little scary.

"Yes, captain?" Jisung asked.

Captain?!

"Look at her." He pointed. "Does that look like a ghost to you?"

"No, captain." They both muttered.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"Sorry, captain." They murmured in unison.

"Sorry captain what?"

"Sorry Captain Jongho."

His eyes looked the duo up and down. "You'd better be."

Jongho? As in the Captain Jongho?

No way.

This can't be the same one, can it?

You'd heard stories about him, ones that had been passed from town to town in order to warn everyone and spread awareness.

He's the young captain of a notorious ship that sails the seas in search of treasure and other valuable goods. People often underestimate him because of his youthful and boyish appearance, but he's resilient and much stronger than anyone realizes. In fact, you'd heard rumors that he once split someone's head like an apple.

Suddenly, getting caught by those pervy guys in town seemed much better than the situation you were currently in.

"You." He pointed, making you stiffen. "What are you doing on my ship?"

"I..." You trailed off, your voice catching in your throat.

"Are you a spy? A stowaway?"

You gulped nervously, shaking your head.

"Then why are you here?"

You couldn't answer. You couldn't even move, quite literally frozen as fear held you firmly in place.

Jongho took a step forward, causing you to drop to your knees, words immediately tumbling from your mouth as panic struck you.

"There were these guys harassing me in the streets and they started chasing me and I had nowhere to go and I saw your ship, so I snuck on just to hide for a while until they went away but then your crew mates came in to load stuff and I got scared. I'm sorry. Please don't split my head open like an apple." You begged, your hands clasped together as you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for your demise.

Jongho raised an amused brow. "Is that what they're saying about me?"

You opened one eye, peeking up at him, confused by his response.

He turned, calling to one of his crew members.

Oh no. He's gonna crack someone's head open.

To your surprise, an apple is tossed over, swiftly being caught by Jongho. He held the fruit in his hands, breaking it in half with ease right in front of you.

"What?" You muttered, confusedly.

"Here." He handed you one half.

You shakily took it, unsure of why he was being so kind.

"They're just rumors." He told you. "I've never split anyone's head open before." An amused chuckle left him. "That's quite the tale. Perhaps I should be flattered." He then offered you his hand, helping you to your feet.

"So... you're not gonna split my head open?" You asked slowly, your voice meek.

"No." He shook his head. "However, I would like to hear how you ended up being chased by these men. What happened exactly?"

"They were harassing me even after I told them to stop, so I kicked one of them in the..." You trailed off. "Well, you know where."

Jongho raised his brows. "So they chased you after that?"

You nodded. "All the way to the docks."

He huffed out a chuckle. "These boys got what they deserved and were angry about it. How amusing."

You watched as the young captain strode across the deck, peering over the wooden side railings of the ship.

Hesitantly, you moved over, observing the dock below. At first, you only saw what appeared to be fisherman, but then you spotted three men leaned over the edge of the dock talking to themselves and pointing to the water. It was clear they thought you'd jumped in.

Jongho glanced over at you, noticing the wide-eyed look you gave to the group on the docks.

"Is that them?" He asked.

You nodded.

The young captain had only just met you, but something inside him urged him to go teach those boys a lesson, maybe even scare them a bit. However, he stopped himself from doing so, instead giving you an offer.

"If you prefer, you're welcome to stay on my ship."

The offer was appealing and piqued your interest immediately.

"Women are bad luck, you can't let her stay." The blonde crew mate, Jisung, cut in.

Jongho's head snapped in his direction, giving him a hard glare. "I'm sorry. Are you the captain?"

Jisung stiffened immediately. "N-no."

"That's what I thought." His round, yet intimidating eyes scanned over the rest of his crew. "You should all know better than to believe such nonsense."

"I can't go back." You spoke up.

"What about your friends? Your family?" He inquired.

"I have none. I live in a ratty shack. I have nothing to lose. Plus, if I stay, those men will get me for sure."

"And for work?"

"I work for a seamstress for petty change. It's barely enough for me to get by."

"A seamstress?" He hummed thoughtfully. "We have many clothing casualties. We could use someone like you."

You stood up straighter at this, hoping to be of some use on the ship.

"You're truly willing to drop whatever you have here and live at sea with a bunch of pirates?"

"Yes." You answered immediately.

"Very well." Jongho held his hand out to you. "Welcome to the crew."

You took hold of his hand, his grip was firm, but gentle as he looked into your eyes, his gaze sincere.

"Thank you."

As soon as the decision was made, Jongho turned to address his crew.

"Alright men, raise the sails! Let's get out of here."

"Yes, captain." They chorused, the group parting ways immediately, each one moving to a different part of the ship. The way they worked was precise and practiced, letting you know they'd done this many times before, well-versed in their ways.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Jongho's voice spoke from beside you. "I have the greatest crew the seven seas has ever seen."

You continued watching the crew as each one did something different.

"Come on." Jongho nudged you lightly.

You followed him up a shallow set of steps that led to another deck that was slightly higher than the one you were previously on, a wheel sitting in the middle of it.

"This is where the magic happens... the magic being steering this beauty."

Captain Jongho's graciousness surprised you, even more so, his personality surprised you. All the stories you'd heard throughout the town were mere rumors, just hearsay. The man standing at the helm before you wasn't a vicious pirate, but a headstrong captain with a crew who thinks highly of him. This much was obvious, even from the very short amount of time you've known him.

Your gaze moved to the ever shrinking blob that was your town. You couldn't believe you were leaving it behind. Then again, you had nothing—absolutely nothing to lose. Your life was horrible and you'd been longing to drop everything and run away. Then, the perfect opportunity presented itself to you on a silver platter. You had to take it.

"Is there anything I can do?" You asked over the gusty winds, feeling a bit useless just standing around.

"Not unless someone rips any of their garments." He responded, keeping his brown eyes fixed on the horizon.

When you didn't say anything, Jongho glanced over at you. "Did you want to do something?"

"You've been kind enough to allow me to stay on your ship, plus I'm used to keeping myself busy, so I feel like I need to be doing something to help out."

"That's not necessary." He waved you off. "When I need you, I'll let you know. Until then, you can just sit or walk around the ship."

You nodded, opting to sit on a crate and watch Jongho. So far, he was the only person on this ship that you felt comfortable around. That Changbin guy seems a little intimidating and that Jisung didn't seem too keen on you joining the crew, so you thought it best to stick with Jongho for a while, at least until you got comfortable.

The captains lips quirked amusedly as he steered the monstrous vessel further into the sea.

"Splitting people's heads open like apples, huh?" He commented aloud.

"Pardon?"

"The stories. People are saying I've split heads open?"

"Oh. Well, it's just hearsay."

"Hearsay yes, but it's rather amusing. I must really frighten people."

Tugging at a loose thread on your dress, you began to wonder how those stories came to be. As you examine your garment, you notice a hole in the skirt, making a quick note to fix that later, continuing to ponder how the rumors about Captain Jongho were created.

"Does it not worry you?" You inquired.

"Worry me? Why would it worry me?"

"Because you don't seem like you'd hurt someone."

"I would." He responded, his serious gaze moving to lock onto your. "I have, actually."

Based on your initial encounter, you believed him. When he brought you out of the storage hold you thought he was going to hurt you. His aura was intimidating and had you fearing for your life. However, he was quick to show you kindness, so there had to be some compassion hidden within him.

You were about to ask more questions, but he spoke up before you got the chance.

"Looks like the seamstress needs some repairing done herself."

His comment made you look down at the small hole in your dress you'd unknowingly been fiddling with.

"Ah. Yes. This thing is so old." You muttered. "There's stains I can't get out and it's been repaired more times than I can count."

"Why don't you get some new clothes?"

Glancing around at the expanse of water on all sides of the ship, you asked, "Where?"

"Here. I might have some clothes that fit you. We trade for garments of all sizes. The ones that fit, we use, and the ones that don't, we use for spare fabric." He explained before turning to you. "Come on."

"Now?"

"Yes. I'm going to get you some new clothes. Those rags you call a dress won't do. Plus, if you're going to stay on a pirate ship, you'll need pants."

Pants?

You'd seen a few women around town wearing pants. It was something you had always wanted to try, but you could never afford such things.

Jongho had tied the wheel so it would stay in place while he took you to the storage hold for new garments. Once below the deck, he began rummaging through sacks of clothes, setting aside any that he thought might fit you.

"You can look through those." He gestured to the small pile.

With his permission, you sifted through the mix of shirts and pants, finding an off-white long sleeved shirt that looked comfortable. As for pants, you were able to come across a pair of navy trousers that you assumed would suffice. With that, Jongho left the area, allowing you some privacy to change, letting you know that you could switch the garments out if anything didn't fit.

Emerging from the storage hold, you smoothed out your shirt, glancing down at the new clothing you donned.

"You look like one of us." Jongho commented.

"You think so?"

"Of course."

"Captain!" One of the crew mates called, waving over Jongho.

When he walked off to assist his crew mate, you were left standing awkwardly on the deck, your eyes moving to the boards laid out below your feet, the wood grain suddenly becoming very interesting.

"Pardon me." A voice spoke up, grabbing your attention.

Glancing up, you saw a guilty-looking Changbin standing with his hands behind his back.

"Sorry for thinking you were a ghost." He apologized, the tips of his ears dusted pink as he avoided eye contact with you.

"It's quite alright."

"I'm actually very brave, you know." He continued, seeming to brush over the fact that you weren't bothered by him mistaking you for a wailing spirit. "Things don't usually scare me that badly. I'm actually way braver than Jisung. You know, he once came screaming to captain that he saw a shark while bathing in the ocean, but it was actually a dolphin."

Holding in your chuckles, you nodded.

"He's a total scaredy cat. I'm the brave one."

"Changbin." Jongho cut in, standing by your side once again. "I hope you're not harassing our new seamstress."

"Not at all, captain. Please, carry on." Changbin excused himself, leaving the two of you once again.

"It's almost dinner time. Hope you like galley food." Jongho spoke up.

"Never had it." You responded.

"It's no five star meal, but it keeps our energy up."

"It's probably better than the scraps I had back in town."

"We'll have to see about that."

Later that day, the crew gathered in the galley for dinner, which was indeed better than anything you ever had back in that ratty town. Everyone was served some type of meat, vegetables, a second side of rice, beans, or potatoes, and some sort of bread. You hadn't eaten that much in years. Usually you'd have bread, rarely did you get something to go with it like beans or rice. Nights like those were a special treat and something you didn't often experience.

"Hey, captain!" Jisung shouted. "Why don't you sing us a song?"

Jongho, who had just finished his food looked surprised at the sudden request.

"Not tonight." He responded, waving his hand dismissively.

"Come on. Just one song!" Jisung pressed further.

When Jongho still didn't give an answer, Jisung began to start a chant, getting the whole crew to join.

"Captain! Captain! Captain!"

"Alright, alright." Jongho finally caved in, a bright smile breaking out on his face. It was the first time you'd seen him smile so brightly, the sight of his little teeth so endearing that it made you heart flip.

The chanting got louder as the young captain stood from his seat.

"Any requests?" He asked, to which everyone shouted something different.

"Ah, never mind." He waved everyone off. "I'll just choose one."

A bright smile plastered itself on your face as you watched Jongho standing on one of the many long, wooden tables in the galley, belting out the most heavenly high notes you had ever heard, his silky voice gracing your ears like a gift from Heaven. He was singing sea shanties, but the way his powerful and melodic voice flowed from him made the shanties sound like a beautiful ballad.

It had been roughly two weeks since your arrival on Jongho's ship and you were perched atop a wooden barrel sitting on the deck with one of the crew mate's shirts in your hands, working the sewing needle through the fabric as you repaired a tear in the garment.

The day seemed to be dragging on as the crew went about their usual routine, the atmosphere feeling a bit duller than usual, that is until the captain stepped out onto the deck.

Jongho pulled his weapon from his sheath, the blade making a shif sound as it was drawn.

"What do you say, Bin?" He questioned, twisting the sword in his hand. "You up for a little sword fight?"

The buff crew mate turned towards his equally buff captain, raising an inquisitive brow.

"Remember what happened last time you challenged me?"

"I remember it well, but that was one time."

"So, you want a rematch?"

"Not a rematch, just a regular match." Jongho responded coolly, glancing at the tip of his blade. "So, what do you say?"

"I don't have anything better to do." Changbin sighed, rolling his shoulders before reaching for his own weapon—a sword with a blade that was just a bit skinnier than Jongho's.

"Nothing better to do?" The captain repeated. "I suppose you're saying you need more work. All you have to do is ask. There's plenty of things that need to be done around here."

Changbin scoffed in response, rolling his eyes.

"Let's make this interesting." The captain continued. "A gentleman's bet, if you will."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Galley work for a week if I win."

"And what if you lose?" Changbin inquired.

"I wouldn't ask anything of my crew that I wouldn't be willing to do myself."

"So it's settled. Whoever loses works in the galley for a week." Changbin stated.

"Are you sure?" Jongho raised a brow. "Chef Wooyoung is very hard to deal with when you don't listen."

"Luckily I won't have to deal with that." Changbin responded, spinning his weapon.

"You're rather confident for someone who's going to lose." Jongho jested, continuing to provoke his crew mate.

Both men took their stances, putting some distance between each other as they held their weapons up.

You watched from the side with steady eyes, your gaze fixed on the two pirates as they had a stare-off, the needle in your hand coming to a stop as your attention was drawn to the two men preparing to battle.

"What's with the sudden offer to sword fighting with me, captain? You wanna show off now that we have a girl on board?"

Jongho's eyes widened at the absurdity of Changbin's assumption, the tips of ears becoming dusted in a faint pink color.

"What a nonsensical speculation." The captain chuckled, hiding his embarrassment.

In a swift motion, he stepped forward, slicing a hole in Changbin's sleeve.

"Whoops. Looks like that girl you're speaking about will have to stitch that up for you."

"How lucky for me." Smirked Changbin as he lunged forward. "Seems I'll get to spend time with her alone."

Jongho felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, his anger beginning to bubble. It didn't help that Changbin didn't have the decency to hide his lopsided and arrogant smirk. The mere sight testing the young captain's patience.

Why was he feeling so territorial over you? You weren't his. Plus, you hadn't been on the ship for very long. The two of you were merely acquaintances.

Unfortunately, he couldn't think on that topic for very long as Changbin took a powerful swing at him, which he narrowly blocked.

The captain and his crew mate battled, their swords clanging and clashing as they sparred endlessly. Jisung walked by with a crate in his arms. Worry rose within you as you saw the two battling swashbucklers moving closer to the seemingly oblivious crew mate. Just as you were about to speak up, Jisung kept moving, casually dodging Jongho and Changbin's unruly swings like second nature, leaving you utterly speechless.

He seemed to notice your slack jaw, chuckling at your reaction as he set the crate down.

"You'll get used to it." He told you as he walked past. "Captain loves sword fighting."

When your attention moved back to the pirates, Jongho was balancing on the wooden railing of the ship, continuing to battle. His feet barely fit on the wooden beam and his body twisted and turned as he blocked swings from Changbin. You had to fight back the urge to jump up and pull Jongho down off the railing, but something told you he'd done this before.

He hurried down the beam, hopping onto the crate Jisung had set down moments before.

The fight began to get more heated, each of them jabbing and swinging at each other so quickly you could hardly keep up, the two of them going at each other with such vigor and ferocity you were scared one of them would end up seriously injured. Then suddenly, the fighting stopped and the air went completely still.

The tip of Jongho's sword was pointed right at Changbin's throat, the latter looking at his captain with wide eyes.

"Seems I've bested you again." Jongho chuckled, lowering his weapon. "Now, go get that shirt fixed."

Changbin's form deflated in disappointment before he started to strip himself of his top, beginning to pull the shirt over his head, his actions being halted immediately by Jongho.

"There's no need for you to do that. You can keep that on while she sews the sleeve." He mentioned. "And I want you to stay out here on the deck where I can keep an eye on you."

Changbin shot his captain a speculative glance, but obeyed him anyway, moving over to you.

Now, here you sit repairing Changbin's torn sleeve, the cut being much bigger than you assumed.

"He damaged this pretty bad." You commented, threading your needle. "You know, I was terrified the two of you would hurt each other."

"We're both skilled swordsman. We know how to fight without causing any physical harm." Changbin assured you. "We sword fight all the time. It's captain's favorite pastime... it also keeps me from doing work."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the last part.

"Speaking of work, you're on galley duty now." You mentioned.

"That's nothing." He waved his hand dismissively. "Captain thinks I don't care for our cook, Wooyoung, but what he doesn't know is that we're actually the best of friends. Galley duty is going to be a breeze."

"How sneaky of you."

He let out a breathy chortle in response.

You worked quietly for a few moments, not saying anything as you focused on threading the needle through the damaged fabric.

"I think captain fancies you." Changbin giggled.

"I beg your pardon?"

"He got rather jealous while we were sword fighting. It's amusing. I've never seen him like that before."

"Jealous? I find that hard to believe."

"It's true. I've been on Jongho's crew for years and this is my first time seeing him act in such a way. He didn't seem too happy about me coming over here with you and insisted I stay out on the deck so he can keep an eye on me."

Your head tilted slightly, your gaze moving up to one of the higher decks. Jongho stood at the railing watching the both of you, only looking away when your eyes met his.

"He's watching us." You commented, getting back to work.

"I know. He wants to make sure I don't do anything." An amused smirk played at Changbin's lips. "He's most definitely jealous."

Later that evening, you went wandering about the deck, mulling over the things Changbin had told you earlier that day. Your thoughts came to a halt when you heard the faint sound of someone singing, the melodic notes that drifted through the air reached your ears, drawing you in immediately. Your feet led you up the steps to the forecastle deck where Jongho stood at the helm with his hands planted on the wheel as mellifluous vocals left him, escaping into the air, allowing the wind carry them.

"You have a pretty voice."

Jongho seemed to startle slightly, not sensing your presence.

"Pretty?" He repeated.

You nodded, twiddling your fingers nervously, unsure of wether you should have said that or not. Then, he smiled; it was a gentle smile that made his cheeks look round.

"Thank you. I knew people liked to hear me sing, but no one has ever said my voice was pretty."

"Perhaps they should."

Jongho's eyes met yours for a moment before he looked away timidly, the tips of his ears turning pink.

"Would it be alright if I sit and listen?" You asked softly.

"Sure." The pirate turned his attention back to the vast ocean ahead before continuing the song he was singing, the smooth notes filling the air once again.

Sitting down, you made yourself comfortable, admiring Jongho's angelic voice. You decided then that his singing was something you'd never get tired of.

The ship creaked softly as the waves pushed it forward, the vessel bobbing every so often. You still weren't used to sleeping at sea, but it was rather relaxing. Some nights, the gentle movement of the ship would lull you to sleep; tonight, to your disappointment, was not one of those nights. You'd been lying in bed for what felt like forever with your eyes closed, willing yourself to go to sleep. Your efforts, of course, being fruitless.

"Hey." A familiar voice whispered, cutting through the silence in the room.

You opened your eyes, startled to see Jongho crouched by your bed. You didn't even hear him come in.

"Jongho. Is something wrong?" You inquired.

"Everything is fine. Did I wake you?"

"No. I've been trying to go to sleep for hours."

"Get up."

"What?"

He merely repeated what he had just told you, leaving you no choice but to get out of bed. As he led you out onto the main deck, you noticed he had a blanket tucked under his arm, making you wonder what he was planning.

"You're not scared of heights, are you?"

"Not really. Why?"

"Follow me." Jongho grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the rigging of the ship.

He grabbed onto the ropes and began climbing. You merely watched him as he hoisted himself higher, the bright moonlight highlighting his muscular thighs and the way they strained against the fabric of his pants. He came to a stop, glancing down at you.

"Are you coming?"

You blinked, shaking yourself out of your trance. "Oh, right. Yes. I'm right behind you."

Your fingers wrapped around the coarse rope as you hooked one foot into the rigging, pulling yourself up off the deck. Thanks to your gawking, Jongho had put some distance between the two of you and you found yourself scrambling up the rigging in an attempt to catch up.

He's got a blanket tossed over his arm, how is he able to climb so fast? You wondered.

Naturally, he made it into the crow's nest before you, peering over the side with his arm outstretched towards you. Keeping a tight hold on the rigging, you let go with one hand, reaching up to clasp Jongho's, allowing him to safely pull you up into the crow's nest.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He grinned.

"I suppose not. The view makes up for it." You responded, gazing out at the full moon reflecting off the cresting waves.

"Good. That's why I brought you up here."

He moved to sit down, you following his actions. Your back rested against the inside of the crow's nest as you gazed up at the vast array of stars above.

The sounds of the ocean could be heard all around you, the noises seeming to be magnified sitting inside the crow's nest.

"Look." Jongho pointed. "Do you see that line of stars?"

Squinting your eyes, you attempted to focus and examine the sky for any formations, but to no avail.

"I don't."

"Do you see the flickering star?"

You searched the atmosphere above, spotting it after some time.

"Ah! I see it." You responded gleefully.

"That's called Betelgeuse."

"Ooh." You nodded, gazing up at the flickering celestial body.

"It's part of a constellation called Orion."

Your head tilted to the side. "What does Orion look like?"

"Can you see the two stars to the left of Betelgeuse that form a horizontal line?"

"I do."

"Okay. Then to the right of Betelgeuse there's three stars close together that form a vertical line. Do you see that?"

You nodded.

"That's Orion's Belt."

"I see."

"Under Orion's Belt there are two stars that form sort of a triangular shape. The constellation depicts a man holding a bow. See?" He pointed and began explaining the positions of each star. "Those two stars across from each other are his head, the two to the left of Betelgeuse is his neck. If you look above that, you should see a cluster of stars that curve like a bow if you connect them."

"I do! I see it. How do you know all of this?"

"I read about it in books. I like studying constellations. Looking for constellations gives me something to do on late nights when I have to stay up and steer the ship."

A shiver ran down your spine as the chilly ocean breeze hit you suddenly, the gust seeming to come out of nowhere.

"Ah. Here." Jongho unfolded the blanket he had carried with him, laying it across both of your laps. "I thought it might be cool tonight so I brought this."

"Thank you." You pulled the blanket up a bit more, feeling the warmth cover you.

A silence settled over the atmosphere for a few drawn out moments before Jongho spoke up.

"Do you remember when I told you I had hurt people?"

"I do."

"People have always underestimated me." He began as he gazed up at the stars. "When I decided to become a pirate, no one took me seriously. I'm quite young and I don't really look scary, so people often looked down on me and brushed me off. I worked hard to get the reputation I always wanted. However, that lifestyle didn't suit me very much. I wounded many people, even killed a few. Now, I'm stuck with so many regrets."

You frowned at his words, watching the way his expression fell.

"I wanted to change, so I vowed to only hurt the ones who deserve it. My intention isn't to kill, but to intimidate and scare the person into doing what's right."

"And if they disagree?" You pressed.

"I've no mercy for people who disagree."

He said it so coldly you almost got a chill.

"And who are these people that deserve your wrath? Who falls into that category?" You questioned.

"Naval officers who wrongly accuse people, other pirates who steal from those who are in need, and those high in the ranks that are greedy."

You nodded thoughtfully. "I think that's admirable."

"You do?"

"I do. If anything, you're righting a wrong. You've changed your ways for the better and you're helping those in need by getting rid of the crooks—I suppose you're righting two wrongs."

Jongho's expression softened. He seemed grateful and maybe even a bit relieved that you understood the reasoning for his actions.

It was then that a chilly gust of wind blew by, making you realize how cold you were, even with the blanket. You sat still for a few moments before discreetly scooting closer to the young captain, stopping when you felt your shoulder pressed against his. He noticed this and glanced over, which made you momentarily worry, however that didn't last long as he scooted closer in response, his shoulder and legs now pressed against yours.

"Still cold?" He asked softly.

You nodded, your eyes staring into his brown ones.

His arm that was pressed against yours moved to drape over your shoulder as he pulled you into his side.

"How about now?" He inquired, his voice low and almost sultry.

You swallowed thickly, suddenly unable to find your voice. Your head barely nodded, Jongho's eyes darkening in response as he licked his lips.

"Let me warm you up." He murmured, bringing his hand up, his fingertips resting lightly underneath your chin as he leaned forward, guiding your lips to his.

He was gentle, kissing you lightly, not wanting to be forceful. Once you started to kiss back he kept that same soft pace, making you melt on the spot, but it didn't last very long. His kisses began to get quicker, sloppier, and much more heated as he grew more desperate. Bracing yourself by clutching onto his shirt collar, you began to reciprocate, keeping up with this new pace even though your head was beginning to fog and your thoughts became less coherent and more muddled. You felt Jongho's hand squeeze your waist, making you realize you'd moved from your original spot. Now your body was angled a bit more towards him and your legs had somehow moved to lie across his. There wasn't much time to think about that as Jongho's hand that was under your chin had now moved to rest on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on it as he kissed you with such fervor it made your head spin. His lips latched onto your own, encasing your mouth wholly with his, the sounds of your kisses reverberating in the limited space the crow's nest provided.

Your hands unconsciously slid down his chest and abdomen, feeling every curve of his body, stopping to wrap around his waist.

It was getting increasingly difficult to catch your breath between kisses, but you didn't want to stop. Jongho parted from you, giving you a moment to breathe only to reattach his lips to your neck, making you lose your breath all over again. You let out a gasp in response, but quickly melted under his touch.

"Jongho." You sighed, bringing one of your hands to his hair, your fingers carding through the brown strands as your eyelids flittered closed.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured against your skin, his voice sending a shiver up your spine.

It didn't take long for him to reattach his lips to yours, unable to stay away for very long.

"Please be mine." He whispered lowly against your lips.

"Okay." It was the only word that came out of your mouth.

This answer caused him to pull away in surprise, his usually round eyes looking rounder.

"You will?" He questioned.

You nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Without a doubt."

This answer made him dive in for another kiss, one so powerful it nearly knocked you backwards. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself.

After another round of feverish kisses, he pulled away with half-lidded eyes and puffy, swollen lips, gazing at you with what could only be described as adoration.

"I'm so glad you chose to hide on my ship."

"Me too."

Hongjoong ⟡ Seonghwa ⟡ Yunho ⟡ Yeosang ⟡ San ⟡ Mingi ⟡ Wooyoung

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allies taking care of a sick/injured partner :

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

request: How many characters will you write for at once? I’d love to see the Main 8 taking care of their partner as they’re bedridden (sick, injured, etc). If I have to limit it to a certain # of characters, just lmk for the future and you can pick whoever you’ve got the most ideas for for this? 

a/n: i think the limit will be capped at 4-5. for the sake of cohesion i chose to write for each of the allies. enjoy!

America

He will absolutely baby you. To the point where it could easily become overwhelming. 

In general, he suffers from the too-much gene in combination with his savior complex. Any injury on your end just exacerbates it.

I think he would also feel guilty on some level that he let you get injured in the first place, even if it was not his fault. So to overcompensate, he will refuse to let you do anything even remotely strenuous.

It starts off genuinely helpful. If you’re having a hard time moving around he’ll gladly help you sit up or move around. The issues arise once you start healing up a bit more. Rather than let you return to taking care of yourself, he’ll drag out the process for as long as possible.  

It does not matter if you’ve been okay for weeks and can function normally, he’ll still insist on completing menial tasks for you. He might also try and prohibit you from doing anything he perceives as dangerous. If you put up a big enough fight he’ll let you do it, but only in his presence. 

 If you don’t mind being babied, great--he’ll gladly keep it up. If you don’t want to constantly be hovered over, and voice that to him, expect some pouting from his end.

Russia

Like Alfred, he is similarly overbearing but will relent if asked to do so. 

Outwardly, Ivan is not a super emotional guy. However, if his partner was sick to the point of being bedridden, some of his emotions might start slipping through the cracks.

He’s protective and nurturing by nature, but past circumstances have forcefully muted that part of his personality. Your being sick would absolutely kickstart those instincts again. He would perfectly fill the role of a caretaker, cooking, cleaning, and nursing you back to health to the best of his ability,

He would be extra attentive in the mornings before he had to go to work. He’d check up on you, help you take your medication, and would try to boost your strength by cooking a healthy breakfast.

The constant checkups could get suffocating, but he genuinely only wants you to recover as fast as possible. And in his mind, that means being around you constantly to monitor your condition, or to provide whatever aid necessary.

Your being really sick serves as a way for him to realize how much he truly treasures you.

China

He is constantly badgering you about preserving your health, so when he first notices you aren’t feeling well he is far from pleased. When you tell him exactly what’s wrong he’s even more upset.

He’s a fixer, and he immediately jumps at the opportunity to find some remedy whether you want him to or not. The second he hears a sniffle from you, he’s already handing you mugs of strange concoctions and loading your meals with as many nutrient-rich vegetables as possible.

He’ll whip out holistic medicines that no one has heard of in centuries (and honestly, they might just work lol)

After the first time you get sick, he would also start trying to give you organic and highly medicinal foods, but as a preventative measure.

In parts of China, some people recommend drinking hot water in response to any small ailment. To Yao, it's a cure for everything, and from the first time you wake up in a cold sweat to the last, you’ll be handed glasses of barely drinkable water. Good luck with that. Honestly, who knows? Maybe drinking half a liter of hot water will stop whatever sickness you have from developing further -- or at the very least, distract you from your symptoms?

England 

He is the type to say “I told you so” and pretend to not care, while still actively taking care of you.

He’ll chastise you for getting sick, maybe even going as far as to threaten to not take care of you should it happen again, but when it inevitably does he starts taking care of you without a second thought.

He’ll make sure you are comfortable, and have taken your meds on time, and will even prep tea for you if need be.

This scolding while simultaneously nursing you back to health is nothing new. You start sniffling or coughing, and he tells you that you should know better and not count on him to take care of him. Then only a few hours later when you’re sitting down somewhere trying to work on something you’ll see him checking up on you from the hallway from the corner of your eye.

He will by no means dote on you, but he makes sure to lend a helping hand whenever possible. 

France

You’ll be left primarily to your own devices with this one.

Francis understands that you’re injured, and finds it very unfortunate, but unless you are seriously hurt you are going to be fending for yourself.

He won’t leave you completely out to dry though. Should you need something he’ll do his best to get it--but most of the menial practical tasks that come with taking care of someone unwell will be left to either you or a medical professional to manage.

His role is mainly to keep you comfortable and entertained. This is where he feels more confident taking the reins.

He’ll employ a variety of methods to make sure you’re relaxed. He’ll sporadically bring you glasses of red wine, help you with your skincare routine, offer massages, etc.

When it comes to leisure, rest, and relaxation he’s got it down pat.

Out of all of them, he would be the most likely to delegate a medical professional to come and take care of you in his stead. It’s not that he does not care, or feels inadequate; it’s just that someone trained in matters of rehabilitation would probably be more suited to the job--and what kind of partner would he be if he did not offer you the best of the best?

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bts doing no nut november - explicit

been a minute since we did a headcanons post huh!!!! and this felt ~seasonally appropriate~ 🤭 i actually discussed this a million years ago w my hyungline chat and the lovely @goodsoop - thanks for always feeding my insane bts brainrot, love y'all 😩 (and i'm really just considering this as no fap/not discussing or thinking abt partnered sex here, just fyi~)

knj: loses on day 1. this virgo has his masturbation routine down, so engrained as a part of his daily life, that on november first he doesn't even realize what day it is. he just busts a fat nut to one of his very favorite porn videos (downloaded to his computer ofc) without thinking twice about it, and it's only as he's cleaning up the mess that he's like.... fuuuuuuck.... i knew i was forgetting something 🤦‍♂️

ksj: doesn't do it out of protest OR reluctantly agrees but then quits on day 1. y'all simply are not gonna tell this man what to do! he comes when he wants to come dammit! his dongsaengs might be able to convince him to "say" he'll do it, but the minute he actually wants to jerk off, the competition is over lmao. there's not even any good reason why he should hold it in - besides, isn't that bad for you??? unhealthy??? this game is stupid and he doesn't wanna play 😤

myg: has no trouble not coming for 30 days, could probably win on accident. i feel the agust d hoes coming to fight me about this one but i'm sorry 🤷‍♀️ imo yoongs is a low libido guy!!! and you can't change my mind!!!!! make your own post lol! imo he'd rather save it for when he's with a partner, and besides, he's obviously too busy working or sleeping or watching cat videos. plus it's just so much effort and he hates having to deal with the mess after. he's fine with it, homie probably ends up in no-nut january without even really meaning to 🥱

jhs: wins, but it's a struggle. we all know he's got that serious business 'dance teacher hobi' scary amount of self control.... but eventually his ~urges~ do get pretty strong and hard (lol) to ignore. i can see hoseok being one to try and keep himself busy to keep the horny thoughts away 🤣 his big-ass closet is getting reorganized, new choreo is getting learned for no reason, and if you see him spam a ton of selfies on instagram, it's cause he's trying to distract himself 🤪

pjm: tries and absolutely loses. mini is sooooo physical and touchy i just don't see this one working out for him. in the beginning of the month i think he feels like it's pretty easy and he wants to do good and get praised by the other members, but midway through november he gets pretty desperate. he tells himself it's not really masturbating if he just humps against the bed and doesn't finish, but then one thing leads to another and it just.... feels too good to stop 🫠

kth: does it wrong and wins. we all know taehyung lives on his own mf planet so i absolutely believe this man is gonna EDGE himself for 30 days in a row. literally bring himself right to the brink of orgasm, then hop in a cold-ass shower and carry on with his life. it's fun for him 🤭 and when the members tell him he's doing it wrong, he says he's doing the advanced version 😏 and i just.... god bless whoever is on the receiving end of that load on december first lmfaoooooo 💦

jjk: OF COURSE HE FUCKING WINS. jk is the one who makes everyone participate, no fucking question, and he is in it to WIN IT bc of course he is. i know he's a jerkoff pro tho so he has to suddenly deal with having.... EVEN MORE excess energy than usual 🤣 we're talking multiple workout sessions a day, every day, just to burn it all off (namjoon goes with him even tho he's already lost 🥲). maybe even a tattoo session to help get his mind off things idk 👀 and when it's finally december first he's jerking off til his dick is RAW lmfao 💀

what do you think? any you agree/disagree with? 👀 lemme know~

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TMAGP (and TMA, indirectly) Spoilers and Thoughts...

You have been warned...

I wasn't part of the original TMA crowd back when it was first airing. I'd heard mutterings of it, but never really thought much about it. To be honest, I probably wasn't mentally ready for it back then. Instead, my younger sister started listening to it last year and then kept talking about it until something she said made me go, "Y'know what? Okay. I'm in."

I ended up bingeing through it during work this past October, and holy sh*t. I fell down the rabbit hole hard. (Maybe, in this case, it would be more akin to running face first down those coffin stairs? I digress.) Being so new to it when everyone else had already been swallowed up by the sky, it was cool to dig into the Wikis that had already been made, to see the links and foreshadowing.

But now, it's the beginning of TMAGP, and I actually get to listen the day they release, to jump on here, or reddit, or tiktok, or wherever to be a part of the theorizing AS IT HAPPENS. And boy oh boy, I'm happier than Simon Fairchild in the stratosphere.

Do I have a notebook to jot down my thoughts as I listen? Of course, I do. Do I have multiple tabs open, some with ARG info, some with TMA info, and yet more with references to alchemical symbols and practices? Duh. Have I started my own spreadsheet for it all? Well, if you knew about my Lego Dimensions spreadsheet.... nevermind. Yes, I have.

But nothing beats being able to talk (or type) about it with other fans, like my sister, or those faceless avatars (lol) of the interwebs. And man, has my brain been CHURNING.

First, let me get out of the way that I wasn't able to take part in the ARG as it was happening, and my goodness! I'm so happy there are other people out there like me who were able to sum up and load it up for the rest of us to learn about. No idea how much of it will be *necessary* to unlock all the secrets, but I'm the kind who loves to know trivia just cos. And the details I am learning definitely pull me deeper.

Second, I feel like in the beginning of TMA, there was barely anything for the listeners to dig through. One guy working on behalf of an organization, trying to dig through seemingly implausible and overly spooktastic first-hand statements dating back centuries that are in crazy disarray from the previous archivist, and he's laying on a hefty helping of "this is utter balderdash, complete poppycock, and absolute piffle" opinion. It was a slow burn, something that (as an American, and being exposed to so much more instant gratification in storytelling than necessary) UK storytellers seem to be experts in, and was even more expertly done in this case, since so many little things had to eventually build up without listeners automatically assuming what would happen next, without them getting bored.

But TMAGP is already so full of so much extra stuff, so many little things (even before it was released) that we may all get BURIED in the sheer amount of data we think is vital. We're not listening to tapes this time, we're definitely listening via internet-connected devices, like computers, mobile phones, and security cameras. So, while TMA had old tape recorders magically appearing (or were they being dragged by hordes of spiders?) and switching themselves on so they could hear all the random happenings within the archive, TMAGP is no longer reliant on such hand-wavery. Whatever/whoever is listening can do so from anywhere to anyone they want. That makes the world of TMAGP

SO MUCH BIGGER.

Third, I know not everyone who listens to these things is like me (or, let's face it: us--there are so many fans doing regular deep dives on here, we should have our own categorization on the wiki). There are bound to be listeners who just leave everything at face value and wait for the story to unfold itself organically, and when it's done, it's done. But even as an adolescent, when I got into something, I did my best to listen to, watch, or read everything I could find on that very niche thing. At least for a while. (Hello, undiagnosed ADHD!)

So, I watched/listened to a couple interviews and Q&As regarding the new show prior to release. And while both Alex and Jonny have been clear saying you don't have to have listened to TMA to enjoy TMAGP, I kind of think just saying that is leading us TMA fans in a very specific direction. And I think it's very intentional, and that a lot of fans either haven't heard about it yet, or are choosing to ignore it.

They say that TMAGP is tangentially related to TMA in that there will be familiar themes, but

it's taking place in a completely different universe from TMA;

time in TMA worked differently (especially during the Entity Torturepalooza in S5) towards the end, so dates of events there may not line up with dates or events in this universe; and

the main or overarching theme is different.

In TMA, the story was "what makes a monster a monster?" As in, is there a line one crosses that they can't return from? Is it a physical manifestation, like it alters their appearance? Is it an action they have to take? And does that action have to be done willingly, or can it be coerced? Does becoming the monster to protect someone else, or to achieve a greater good... does any of that matter?

In TMAGP, they've already said that the story will be "what makes a person a person?"

The implications of that sentence are many and mind-boggling.

I first thought it had something to do with the idea of the humane (not human): kindness, empathy, compassion. The ties that bind us together as people (like being fans of a little horror podcast from across the pond) could be part of this.

But, now that we have 5 episodes out, and a metaphorical army of lore-deep-divers digging through every word and sound effect and episode title, I think we can truly start to figure out where we're heading.

Artificial Intelligence.

It struck me as I was re-listening to the first episode this morning. (I really am trying to fill out my spreadsheet in a semi-logical manner and with as many pertinent details as possible, really. That's the main reason I was doing that this morning. At least, that's what I tell myself.) We are hearing all these happenings over web-connected devices (don't think I don't see you, Alex and Jonny, and your oh-so-hilarious punning!), the OIAR employees are working on a modified business-forward version of Windows NT 4.0 that precedes Windows 95 that has a name that we interpret as 'Freddy' (or Freddie, depending on where you are in the transcripts), one of the documents from the ARG was a spreadsheet called 'Klaus' (which IS the name of the former IT guy Gwen's asking about because she heard/saw young Lena arguing with him), and we have at least 3 text-to-speech "voices" that Alice has given names (Chester, Norris, and Augustus).

All of that was running through my brain, and then I heard this passage within the first few minutes of the episode:

LENA - Nonsense. Sam is the only one who has had any cake so far. GWEN - And that was only because you practically forced it down his throat. SAM - No, no, it was… nice. LENA - People like chocolate cake.

People like chocolate cake? She didn't even ask her employees (all 5 of them at that time) what flavor they'd prefer, or if they'd want something else? No. She just knows a fact that "people" like chocolate cake, so of course, her employees--who are people--would like chocolate cake.

Almost like a computer following a logic-based workflow, perhaps?

Lots of people have been trying to figure out who in the office is the Big Bad, and many are saying Gwen just because of her ambition and her last name (Bouchard), but I think her name is a red herring. Others are saying Alice knows more than she lets on (and so many are hating on her, and I will NOT ABIDE THE ALICE DYER SHADE because I love her and I would very probably hide bodies for her) but I agree that certain things she's said are a little sus, though they really could just be her personality. I really have known some women like her, and they are some of my favorite people. (Plus, the fact that we now know that she's the most tenured employee at the OIAR--save possibly Lena--does make the brain churn some more.)

But with this line about chocolate cake, and how she was unable to join them at the pub, and how we haven't had a scene with her outside of the OIAR office, it makes me think that Lena might just be part code.

[Let me also add this really quick: I've seen A LOT of people trying to make the current episodes fit into Smirke's 14 +Dekker's 1, but I don't think the Entities as we codified them are what we're dealing with in this universe. I think trying to link everything back to that show will be a lot of wasted thought, because as they said, this isn't a direct sequel. (Do I think it's actually Jon, Martin, and Jonah--yes, Jonah, not Jurgen--trapped in the computer system? A bit, but it won't shatter my appreciation if the voices are something else entirely.)

Plus, I've seen others saying that the statements we've heard, while creepy, aren't all necessarily to do with fear. Most of them are about desires and obsessions.

The woman who wanted so desperately to see her dead husband again that she'd get scammed over and over to possibly resurrect him;

the person who wanted to spelunk an 'unsolved' site to the point of crime;

the woman who wanted to finally feel comfortable in her skin to the point of disfiguring herself;

the man who wanted so badly to climb out of his assigned station and achieve fame that he'd regularly 'feed' his violin blood from other people;

and the man who wanted to feel the same terror he felt when watching scary movies with his dad when he was a kid to the point of chasing down 'borderline illegal films' and ignoring LITERALLY ALL the red flags to the end.

I think that theory is the closest to what we may actually encounter.]

I've seen others on reddit saying they think that this series will be about the race to create the philosopher's stone--the stone that creates the elixir of life and, essentially, immortality. I think it's a valid idea. But, what if it went further than that?

Because with all the alchemical hints dropping in the show's logo, the ARG, and the 3-category system to the statements (yes, I'm keeping track) that could make one think of the spirit, the mind, and the body in alchemy....

What if they're trying to create life from software?

What if these entities or desires or whatevers have been working through some ancient busted code, feeding off statements from "real" humans experiencing strong emotions, watching the employees that work with it every single night, so they can create something as close to a human as possible from just wires and 3 decades of unreadable code?

Oh lord... it just occurred to me that--due to this being a HORROR podcast--they might need to collect a skin suit for the Not Quite Human. Is that what happened to Klaus? Ick. And now I'm hoping I'm wrong.

[fourmula1]

Post a snippet of the onlyfans fic!!!!!!

ok but this is about adult content creators so there is virtually nothing i can share that isn't porn.... so. proceed ~with caution lol.

-

Daniel has been watching the guy’s clips for awhile now.

It surprised him at first when he scrolled through @orgasmax’s twitter and saw the clips he posted.

@Orgasmax getting fucked against a window, getting fucked on his back while his tits bounced, getting fucked on his knees while he unabashedly moaned for it. He was loud, so vocal, clearly absolutely loving it. He never showed his face; so many of the clips were headless, or with his back to the camera. Glimpses of his plush lips sometimes but nothing more. Anonymous. Hot.

And he had an accent. Something not-American, something Daniel couldn’t pinpoint, but he had a raspy voice and he wasn’t afraid to show whoever was fucking him that he was having a good time. Loud, vocal, always saying how good it was, how much he loved it. And Daniel could tell that he wasn’t putting it on for the camera. Daniel had fucked plenty of guys on camera and he always cringed a little at how fake some of them were with their over-the-top moans or calling him ‘daddy’. It wasn’t natural. Not like this guy was. He clearly was really enjoying himself, and that made it all the hotter for Daniel to watch.

There was no link in his twitter bio to an Only Fans page, like Daniel and a lot of the men he filmed with had.

No links in any of his tweets.

His bio was simple: max. all pics & vids are me. 18+. dm for collabs.

It seemed that @orgasmax filmed and posted clips of his hook-ups for the joy of it and nothing more. He had over a hundred thousand followers and the engagement on his clips was insane.

Hundreds or even thousands of likes, retweets, endless comments about how sexy he was, how wet he got, how much he loved taking dick. He could be making bank selling his content but instead, here it was, free on twitter. Damn.

Daniel kept returning to one particular clip Max had posted. 45 seconds long. Shot in full body profile, Max stood with hands braced against a floor-to-ceiling window, just a little bit bent over at the waist, the sun beaming in as he got fucked from behind. The heads of both men cut off from view but that wasn’t the point. The point was Max was getting railed against the glass, moaning and whimpering for it, fucking whining for it, and shooting so much fucking cum untouched, glistening in the sunlight, that Daniel had to squeeze himself a little to take the edge off.

That seemed to be a particular talent of his, and Daniel scrolled through watching him, time after time, coming hands-free and shooting massive, thick loads all over himself. Or the window. Or the floor. The best part was that he stayed hard and could come again, Daniel discovered.

He’d never seen anything like it, never filmed with anyone who could come multiple times in the same session, never been with anyone who got so hard and so wet his cock shot – not dribbled – pre-cum out. All over his belly, smearing and shining in the light of each clip. Dripping down when he was stood getting nailed from behind, camera positioned between his feet, pre-cum even dribbling onto the fucking camera lens a time or two. Dribbling out of him when his tops nailed his prostate just right, spurts shooting out like it was nothing. It was so hot.

Daniel scrolled back up to ‘like’ the clip of Max getting railed against the window. He was going to revisit that one later. On a whim he hit ‘follow’, too, and then went back to his DMs to scroll through all the hot dick pics waiting for him.

[lemonisntreal]

Do you have a Tone Deaf version of Clay Calloway?

(Perfectly fine if you don't. I was just curious, plus I love all your redesigns) 🦁🎸

SORRY THIS TOOK FUCKING FOREVER LMAO [been sitting in my inbox since FEBRUARY THIRTEENTH, HOLY SHIT :D]. YEAH, here he is :pppp a solid draft for you

Lowkey [highkey] gave up on the clothing wrinkles on the arms, but I still like how it turned out I think. I don't have much on him in terms of rewrite, but I do have some, so I'll dump it all here under the cut.

I swear I love asks, please feel free to say/ask whatever, I'm just horrible at answering in a reasonable time-frame because I always want to make it this beautiful masterpiece and end up turning all of them into full-on posts- or, at least I want to ~_~

Headcanonssss-

Ash gave him that button off her jacket [probably needs to be resized I'm realizing lol] [also I totally adopted this headcanon from someone elses post- might've been yours. Whoever came up with it I love it <3]

Born during the reformation that happened after the war- basically, nobody was really fighting anymore during this time, but some big people in power were still being stupid [aka: not letting their prisoners go]

So that would be somewhere around 1947? Which would put his age at 61 in my universe [which is in 2008- the times are pretty much random, nothing really lines up irl. Ignore how they use tech and other things that shouldn't have been invented yet lol]

He grew up when the Skunk Dolls were new and popular and stuff. And he loved them- so much that the band actually kinda inspired his music career

[Skunk Dolls also made loads of protest songs btw. War stuff]

Takes a ridiculous amount of care with his mane, and if he lets you touch it, that's a true sign of trust

So the Piglets always like to play with it, and Ash has given him braids a few times

He's had that scruffy red jacket since his early days

I should draw patches on it-

Ash probably'll give him a quill or two to put in it too with all the patches and repair stitches

He wears a lot of plaid, I just didn't wanna draw it <3

Rough and torn up clothes too

Everything he owns has some sort of smudge or tear in it from motorbiking and/or just being himself <3

His ears are pierced in almost every way imaginable, and when Ash found out, she went CRAZY

Cue her getting him to try on a bunch of stuff

He likes wrought iron jewelry and has never been a fan of anything with gemstones in it

Buster is terrified of him, but Clay is just kinda a blunt person and it doesn't mix well with Buster sometimes. They get along eventually tho. There was also some really bad timing with the circumstances of how they even met in the first place too lol-

Johnny is also. Super terrified.

Buster and him are like "Ahhh.... that guy scares the living daylights out of me." "Ohh, thank god it's not just me-"

He has a strange out-of-pocket interest in astrology.

And in herbology and plants in general, but he picked that up from Ruby. Astrology was all his, and it is the one thing he will "nerd out" over

Also the kind of guy to make fun of you for nerding out too

Making fun of people is his love language

So is giving people food

He's not great with his words and can find it hard to express love by just telling someone. Back to the bluntness thing, you can often find him accidentally offending someone and he doesn't even realize it

The troupe very quickly learned this and it's more of an endearing trait of his to them [and to most people who know him]

REALLY good cook. Fantastic, in fact. Probably one of the best chefs out of any of the characters.

Learned the hard way that enlisting Buster's help in the kitchen is a bad idea. Also Ash isn't great either, but he actually tries to teach her some of his recipes. And she's quickly improving

Buster was just being an idiot and forgot you shouldn't microwave tinfoil

Clay travels a lot, but spends most of his time in Calatonia [he technically still lives at his and Ruby's house, but he's super scared of accidentally closing himself off again, so he only visits to check up on the flowers and maintain the property pretty much]

He's like Ash's second [and very cool] dad. Which- also intimidates Buster quite a bit :D

I feel like their dynamic could be a sitcom. Clay is Ash's awesome dad and Buster is Ash's lame [endearing] and oddly unhinged and anxious dad who feels like he has to be as cool as Clay [and always fails heehee]

Clay is more entertained by Buster's ridiculous criminal record than horrified and I don't know if that's worrying or just a classic Calloway W

He's a very nonchalant person

Ruby's death is the only time I can really think he had a legitimate emotional break that wasn't just him being snappy [which is also pretty rare]

Clay's also like an uncle to the Piglets

He's kinda just taken up the role of "super awesome miscellaneous family member" for everyone at this point

He's back performing again after Sing 2- just not frequently or putting out any new songs [on his own at least- he might do a collaboration or two with Ash]

[johaerys-writes]

I see people hating Achilles for what he did to Hector's body bc they love Hector and forgetting that…hmm checks notes Hector want to give Patroclus' body to the dogs? A considerable part of the Trojan army was happy to comply if it meant rewards and he didn't stop doing it because he benevolently changed his mind it was bc he didn't get the body 🤔🤔🤔

And then I see someone who sympathizes with Alexander complaining about Agamemnon bc of Kassandra but hmmm checks notes Alexander in certain versions literally kidnap Helen? And then they say like "lol Achilles and Agamemnon fighting over Briseis and Chryseis as if there were no other girls" and yeah…Alexander also didn't want to give Helen back even though his city was falling apart and the Trojans were asking him to give her back...and with him being a handsome prince I'm SURE there were other women for him imao

I've even seen people complain about versions where the Achaeans blame Helen and talk about how she should have stayed in Troy…guys did you skip the part where she says very obviously that only Hector and Priam were good to her? And the sources where the Trojans literally blame Helen? Or talking about infidelity as if they thought that all of Priam's children are Hekabe's (and that all of Hekabe's are always Priam's too) and Hector absolutely does NOT have concubines in ANY source of the myths (spoiler: he does)

And let's not even talk about characters from past generations (like... there are versions that the Trojan princess Hesione was almost sacrificed by the Trojans themselves lol)

Like guuuuuys neither the Achaeans nor the Trojans are saints 😭😭😭when did this narrative of dichotomy between good and evil begin for God's sake

My friend Baejax made a really good post explaining why and how Hector and the Trojans are constantly being portrayed as beacons of civilization and selflessness while Achilles has been hated on for centuries, and I think she says it much better than I could lol, but basically yeah I agree that the dichotomy that exists currently is a load of BS and not how Homer intended these two cultures to be perceived. If anything, their similarities are highlighted over and over in the epic, instead of their differences. The Iliad is NOT a story about good vs evil, nobility and selflessness vs barbarity. Exalting the Trojans and condemning the Greeks (or vice versa) completely misses the overarching tragedy of it all: that their lives and deaths, their love and pain and misery and struggle are nothing but a spectacle for the gods, and that their fates are something they have no control over. (Frankly, whoever reads it that way just isn't doing a very good job thinking critically about the text, and instead focuses on proving their own biases right by trying to bend the original text and its meaning to their will while thoroughly ignoring the context. Which is incredibly unfortunate, if you ask me)

What the Iliad is is a work that shows the gruesome reality and futility of war, and how there are no winners! None!! It begins with an argument between a shitty, incompetent leader and his best (albeit extremely tired and fed up) soldier, and it ends with not one, not two, but three funerals (Patroclus, Hector but also Achilles, whose funeral is heavily foreshadowed by Hector's). For me, the beauty and tragedy of the work is in realising that both the Achaeans and the Trojans are doomed no matter the war's outcome. And this is something that is confirmed by the Odyssey, where we learn that Troy was sacked and razed, and that the Achaeans, the victors, either returned to broken homes and broken people or got lost or died trying to get back. There is no glory to be had for literally anyone.

[samobservessonic]

Another tale from Mark Millar, this time opening with Tails coming across “Sonic trapped in a TV” and being tricked into letting him loose. Now, I’ve not read this story myself, but I immediately recognised that first image of whoever this fake Sonic is from around tumblr, so I assume it must be a somewhat decently-known story and therefore I’m looking forward to getting into it

One thing I like here is that they show the small animals working together to create a hideout free from Robotnik. It’s already been established that Sonic has a base somewhere, but seeing the others making one has me once again going “Ooh are we getting closer to the Freedom Fighters being established??” Anyway, as you can probably guess, fake Sonic turns up and smashes their work to the ground

My obligatory “Look, it’s Sally!” part. They even directly call her Sally here. She’s helping to put out the forest fire started by the fake Sonic

As you can probably imagine, the (somewhat wall-eyed) real Sonic shows up to put a stop to his name being tarnished. I mean, the easy joke to make here would be that StC Sonic is kind of an asshole anyway, but at least his actions are always good, even if his words aren’t. However, he’s not fast enough to stop the animal folk believing that he was the one who did the damage

Hey look, StC also did the “Sally banishing Sonic due to a misunderstanding” thing years before Archie did as well lol

…But that’s also dealt with on the same page, when the fake Sonic shows up. I can’t help but wonder how people would’ve reacted if that one plot in Archie had resolved with Sally going “Apology’s in the post, Sonic”. Actually, maybe they should’ve resolved The Slap by having Sally say that, too. Although having brought up The Slap, I'm honour-bound to add that everyone needs to get off Jon Gray’s case about The Slap, but I’m far from the first person to say that

Tails has figured out a way to get rid of this guy, by trapping him back in the TV. At which point, we get an explanation as to what this fake is - an Extra Life! Once again, StC taking something from the early games and putting a unique spin on it. In this universe, back when he was good, Dr. Kintobor made the power-ups to help Sonic. Kintobor probably didn’t intend for the extra lives to be sentient or to become resentful, though Perhaps there’s a peaceful way they can come to an understanding abou-

-Nope! Punt him into space!

And that’s the end of that! I looked it up because I was curious, but this is the only appearance of Extra Life in the series and I think that’s kind of a missed opportunity. Evil Sonic clones are hardly a rare concept in this franchise, though I think this might’ve been one of the first, at least outside of the games. But I’ve never seen it handled in this way before. It brings up questions about if there are lots of other Extra Lives, who all also have sentience, or if Extra Life was the only on in the StC world and he’s now been effectively dealt with His situation was incredibly fucked up and that had room to be explored, but because he was generically evil and destructive, the story rooted for getting rid of him in the fastest way possible. Given all the dimension and space-exploring that happens in StC later, there would’ve been loads of chances to revisit this early concept if they’d wanted to, but alas, it wasn’t to be

Needless to say, I really enjoyed this one and understand why it’s so popular! Admittedly, the last few issues have been kind of coasting for me - not bad per say, but also not grabbing my attention - but this one really was a lot of fun. And Sally got to be in it a lot, which I always like

My only gripe was that it seemed like they were setting Tails up to have a bigger role and I hoped he might finally be getting a chance to shine, but that wasn’t how it panned out this time. I suppose Tails has a long career of chasing Sonic’s shadow ahead of him in StC, but I can't help but want the kid to catch a break soon

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere promts day 11

Featuring: Yandere Platonic dark era Dazai and Chuuya x child reader. (Idk I had an idea trust me)

11. “I really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? You’re so pretty when you smile.”

TW: Swearing,bullying, suicide mentions , murder

Y/N is 11.

13:00

"HEYYYYYYYY Y/NNNNN !!" Someone screamed from somewhere behind I, I quickly turn around around and realize it was Yumeno Qyusaku. Wait what was he doing here?!

"Q?" I ask scream

"YA?!"

"COME OVER HERE!" I scream again my voice getting slighty tired. The chaotic boy then runs toward me.

"Do you wanna play?" Qyusaku asks me. Was this the reason he came to my school??? Doesn't he have a job or something? Couldn't he wait for a few more hours?

"Q... You know I'm at school right?"

"School... Wait... That reminds me! I'm not supposed to be here! Gottagobyeeee!" Qyusaku then runs off while I just stare into space thinking how the hell did he sneak in here?!

"Hey weirdo who was that other guy?" I roll my eyes immidetaly realize who it was. Haru the meanest guy in school.

"Was he your weirdo friend? Thought you couldn't get any friends. Maybe you should that shit ability of yours and force someone to be your friend." You started to feel a bit... Weird again. It happened everytime Haru said somehting about your abilty or about your friends. It stared as a pit in your stomach then evenutally transfered to the building up of tears in your eyes. Yes you ecepted that your ability was pretty messed up. '1984' it allowed anyone who hurt you to do a task for you ranging from making you toast or killing someone the only way to deactivate your ability is if

1: They die

2: The task you asked them to do is complete

3: Dazai

"Actually why are you still here? You have no friends. You skip class loads and everyone hates you. I think it would be better if you just died. No one would miss you." Thats when I broke I can't do that thats Dazai's thing right? I-I - Um Chuuya! He would miss me and Q OH and Kyoka ! Thats at least 4 people. But would they.. They are my friend right? Chad then left as tears started to well up in my eyes...

Maybe I should just go home....

13:30

Dazai Onii-San

I'm coming home early

Why?

Just am can you tell Chuuya please

Tell me first :)

I'll just text him myself

Chuuya Onii-San

I'm coming home early

K.

Is the door unlocked

Idk

We'll see lol bye

bye

13:35

Dazai POV

Y/N just texted me a few minutes ago saying that they were coming from school early. Thats not like them, they usally say things like I love school :). I asked them why but they won't tell me. But thanks to the amazing Osamu Dazai I have narroed it down for two reasons.

A kid

A teacher

Either way whoever or whatever made Y/N skip school is going to die.

Your POV

I had finally made it home and opened the door. I let out a sigh of relief. Should've probably kept that in...

"Y/N. Do you by any chance want to tell me why you came hom early?" I immidetely knew that I had 2 choices

Tell Dazai

Leg it to your room.

But I were 11 so.... I literally ran so fast that I smacked my face to the door.

"HOLY SHIT THAT HURT!" I probably shouldn't have said that..

"1. Y/N you can't say that 2. tell me what happened right now orrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...." Well now I actually only have 1 choice Dazai was pretty persisntent and scary if I didn't do what he said.

"fine... Someone was being mean to me at school." "Who and what?"

"Haru Hinomori he's a year older than me. And-and he-he said that I should die and no one would miss me" I couldn't finish the rest as I started to cry and ran into my room.

Dazai POV

Hmmmm Haru Hinomori should probably write that down... Well no Chuuya should write that down!

Hat weirdo

Chuuyaaaaaaaaa

Tf do u want

Can u come over here

Y

Just come over here

were????

My apartment :)

k

"Chuuuyaaaaa!!!" I threw my hands around the short hat man.

"GET OFF ME BITCH!" Chuuya then punched me. -Ow... Get to the point Dazai.

"Y/N is crying ."

"WHERE?!"

"their room."

Chuuya then ran up to Y/N room.

Your POV

13:50

I heard a knock on the door I'm pretty sure it was Dazai so I said

"go away Dazai" I sniffle.

"its Chuuya." I don't care just don't come in.

"I'm coming in." He then opened the door.

Chuuya POV

"I'm coming in." I opened the door gently and was greeted with them slumped in the corner of the room crying.

"hey its ok..." I sit down next to them and try and comfort them trying to comfort them keyword trying I'm pretty sure they started to cry harder...

"“I really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? " They tried to do a small smile I don't know how but I managed to laugh. “You’re so pretty when you smile.” I gave them a headpat and left.

If me and Dazai knew anything it would be that....

Someone's going to die tonight

[ink-flavored]

😑 Do they have a good poker face when aroused, or is it obvious every time?

🫠 What would they describe as “their type”?

⌚ Is foreplay an essential step, or do they prefer to skip to the main event? Are they any good at foreplay?

💡 Lights on or off?

Sending you some more for whoever is a good answer lol (excellent questions btw)

thank u!! for the ask and the compliment <333

hMMmMm i have pre-loaded answers for P&J for all of these because i am obsessed with them

😑 Do they have a good poker face when aroused, or is it obvious every time?

Pride does not have a good poker face because he does not try to hide it. He doesn't care if you see him breathing heavy or drooling or with the heart eyes—he'll invite you to watch, honestly.

Justice, on the other hand, tries so hard to have a poker face. He tries so hard, but it doesn't matter, because he is so easily flustered. He stumbles over his words, tries to hide his face, shifts around way too much, all of that.

🫠 What would they describe as “their type”?

Pride will fuck pretty much anybody, but to paraphrase a beloved anime movie, he especially likes the kind of person who could kick his ass. Both for masochism reasons and for bringing someone powerful down to their knees (sexual) reasons. While he salivates over feats of strength as much as the next guy, it's almost always followed by "i Need to top them" or "we should fight so they can make me all bloody and sexy and then i can top them."

Justice doesn't really have a type—that is, he wouldn't consider himself to have one. He prefers to like who he likes, without bothering to consider why or slotting them into a category. However, as the author of his character, I am omnipotent, and he loves his little freak boyfriend specifically because he is a little freak. <3

⌚ Is foreplay an essential step, or do they prefer to skip to the main event? Are they any good at foreplay?

It depends on the type of foreplay for Pride. He doesn't just want to kiss for 15 minutes (most of the time), it needs to be practically sex by itself. If we want to use the "microwave or oven" metaphor here, Pride is absolutely a microwave who doesn't necessarily need foreplay, but it's an extra bit of fun if he feels like drawing things out. He's good at it when he wants to be, because he likes being a tease, but he can be impatient when he wants the "shove it in raw, I don't give a fuck, I'll finish in two minutes" type of sex.

Continuing the metaphor, Justice is the oven who really does prefer foreplay. To get himself (and Pride) warmed up, obviously, but more than that he just... likes it. It's nice to explore a little before the main event, gradually re-learning everything they like about each other, and he likes when it gets desperate and breathless at the end, when neither of them can hold back anymore. It's as essential to him as the actual sex, and Pride can attest to his... attention to detail.

💡 Lights on or off?

For Pride, it's very simple. For standard boning, lights off. For kink scenes, lights on. He wants to be able to see what he's doing if there are restraints involved, but absent any of that, he likes the dark for the mood it sets.

For Justice, he prefers a light, or dim light at least, for kinky and non-kinky sex. He wants to be able to see Pride and his body the whole time. Sex isn't just about how it feels, it's about who he's doing it with, and he wants that reminder constantly.

[try out my second sex and kink OC ask game]

[jjellysoo]

so. new follower here and I love your takes thus I want to share my own take, hope you’re ok with it!

consider:

Xanxus who gets his uh actually-gay-for-my-captain after Squalo’s death. gets a little more insane about it. then finds a way to bring him back to life (i mean it’s the wacky mafia world why not) but there’s a price! and the price is to lose your flame.

and since this is end-of-his-arc!Xanxus let’s say he decides to return the same devotion and actually do it. which works. but now a) he thinks he lost everything that made him not nothing and b) specifically the thing that is the root of Squalo’s devotion

so. pain.

and he tries to solve it with lots of alcohol and avoidance which obviously doesn’t work and so Squalo finds him — but he has short hair now.

because the process of getting him back to life was complicated and you know what it’s good enough that it’s only hair! (or so whoever did the actual magic reanimation says)

but. Xanxus doesn’t know that. and so he comes to his own conclusions. which — more pain!

(idk it might be ooc but nothing is truly better for the emotionally stunted character than extreme amounts of psychic damage that will bring them to admit & confront some things…. also… required insane devotion… do you see my vision)

Hi Anon!! Thank you so much, I'm so happy to have you along! And of course I'm okay with it, I always want to hear everyone's thoughts on XS.

I don't know if this is spoilers for you, but Squalo IS brought back to life at the end of the manga! Mammon makes illusory organs for him (like Mukuro to Chrome) to keep him alive. HOWEVER, I still love to entertain a reality where he really died, and I've considered writing fic about it before.

You're right, Xanxus without a flame would be difficult to traverse, especially after losing his claim to heirdom! He has a hard time understanding Squalo's unconditional devotion as it is, so Squalo staying after that would confuse him even more.

A lot and I mean A LOT of people have talked about Squalo's hair being cut short, either by force or by accident, and how loaded that whole situation is. I think Xanxus not knowing why it was cut short and assuming things is realistic, he's very insecure (behind the layers of bullshit lol).

For that last bit - yes, Xanxus' arc almost relies on "extreme amounts of psychological damage" forcing him into confrontation. I love one-sidedly devoted XS as much as the next guy, but mutually destructive devotion, as you've outlined here, is also sexy. I absolutely see the vision.

Thank you again for dropping in, my box is always open!

[battlemaiden13]

Hi Loved the new HND chapter! How would the guys have reacted if Micheal (at the end of talking to the skeles) expression grew dark and said: "Don't worry. Whoever took our sister will be in for a bad time." Before smiling and leaving the the house saying "See ya soon!". It would probably seem extremely out if character for the skeles lol.

this is referencing chapter 94 of HND

Sans -This unsettles him a lot which isn’t helping the whole feeling guilty over these situations. Basically it’s just another thing to add to his mental load and he's stressed about why your brother would say those exact words the way he did. 

Papyrus - Thinks it’s a little odd but the phrasing doesn’t jar him or anything. He just chalks it up to Michael being worried about his sisters more than anything else. 

Red - He tosses up whether to delve into that right now or leave it before ultimately deciding there are more important things to be concerned about. He will deal with your creepy brother and why he said that later. 

Edge - Honestly, get some respect for your brother. He enjoys Michael a lot more when he is trying to be scary (and probably succeeding) then the happy nonsense he is most of the time. Plus this feels like some reassurance that they are going to bring the neighbor back.  

Blue -He’s too panicked and distressed to really listen to what is being said. Even if he heard it, it wouldn’t mean a whole lot to him. It would just feel like Michael is trying to be protective of his sister, which is perfectly reasonable considering the circumstances. 

Orange - He hated that. It literally sent a shiver up his spine and made him freeze. A human should not be using those words. On the plus side now he has something to hyperfocus on as he tries to figure out how and why Michael said those words instead of falling into a depression over his new situation. 

Berry - Isn’t really concerned about it, after all there are much more pressing issues at play here. The human can say whatever silly phrase they want if they think it will help. He’s got other things to do. 

Syrup -He never said that phrase so it doesn’t stick out to him. Besides, he’s only half listening, his mind running a million miles an hour trying to think of a game plan to this whole disaster of a situation. 

[jenseits-der-sterne]

Made up fic title:

“The Adventure of Link and the Infinity Pizza”

LOL! 🍕

Okay... my very first thought was that Link works at a pizza shop like Domino's where they have an app. You know how when you order, you can type in notes to specify the kind of pizza?

Well, Zelda orders an "infinity pizza" on a dare that Midna and Impa gave her, just to see what happens.

Link and his coworkers puzzle over the note. Could infinity pizza actually mean "endless pizza"? But that's not possible, they can't just give someone pizza after pizza. Could it instead mean the customer wants a loaded pizza, with ALL the ingredients? That seems risky though...

Link finally decides that it'll be a fun challenge to make a pizza shaped like ∞, the infinity symbol. It's a bit fiddly, getting the dough to stretch the way they need it. They've never baked a pizza with 2 holes, let alone 1 hole, in the center! Will this even work? Will the dough puff up and make the holes disappear as it bakes? Who knows!

Finally, they take the pizza out of the oven and... it's glorious. Sure, it's a little lop-sided, but hopefully whoever ordered this will get the general idea?

At this point Link is so curious, he volunteers to deliver it.

When Zelda answers the door and Midna and Impa are there too, snickering over her shoulder. Link hands Zelda the pizza box and says it was a challenge, he hopes this is what they were looking for.

Zelda opens the box, it's oriented wrong so it looks like a 8. But! She understands, she turns the box 90 degrees and, viola, there it is: an infinity pizza right before her eyes.

Zelda is a little flustered: this pizza delivery guy is funny and surprisingly earnest about her silly infinity pizza request. And it doesn't help that he's really cute.

Link heads off, infinity pizza mission accomplished!

Zelda's reaction is not lost on Midna and Impa, they tease her playfully about the cute delivery guy later.

Maybe, just maybe, Zelda will have to visit that pizza shop in person some day soon...?

🍕∞🍕 ########

lol! This was super fun, thanks for the prompt, @spicychestnut 🥰 I never thought I'd think up a pizza shop AU 😂

[destinyc1020]

“bt he def had a team that advertised him to the public as this IT-boy intellectual thespian young man who does these great movies n thats why folks were suprised he was with Kylie, a nepobaby who is on a reality show. “

I’m sorry but I absolutely reject this idea that Kylie is such a departure from his public image. She actually makes loads of sense when you look at Timmy’s dating history. Literally Lily Rose Depp and Madonna’s daughter are his exes. His shameless nature with Taylor Russell to just immediately drop her once their movie flopped. The kid will tell anyone who listen that his mentor is Leo and he’s also made it known that he might not ever settle down and have kids. Like the kid is a fame whore and a social climber who just happens to pick good projects. Timmy has never hid who he was or what he was about. This is just the first girl the public doesn’t deem “acceptable” for him to date. But his having sex in hot tubs in front of paps, or making out with random girls at Coachella in front of everyone never really screamed “intellectual thespian” I’m so sorry to break it to whoever thought that.

You pretty much said everything Anon lol 😆

But I still don't get why people think an "intellectual" who's also an actor can't like to kiss hot women at Coachella lol? 😅 I'm just trying to figure out where that assumption came from?

Y'all should know by now that men can separate sex from love, and even personality lol 😆

Just cuz he's a "thespian" or "intellectual" doesn't mean he doesn't like hot women, or like having sex lol rofl 😆

Okay the pool pics were a bit much 🥴, but you catch my drift.

I think too many times women think if "A + B, then it must = C" when it comes to guys, and I don't think that's how they operate. 😭

Idk if I'm even making sense.