#mint tries to do a tutorial

[mintmoth]

Just wondering how you go about drawing chomp-y like teeth. Saw your recent re-draw of an audio with Xigbar and when he laughed I was like, "That! I'm trying to do that!"

OH MAN hmm I can break what I typically do into steps!

Of course first just the general shape of the mouth (I am so weak for crooked smiles)

Then I go in with the general teeth line, it follows the jaw more than the lips themselves so you can get that gum line in there

Then uhh.. idk how to explain this part I suck so much so generally I tend to focus on the canines first, definely drawing them way larger than they would actually be before adding molars behind them and the four teeth in between the canines. You can draw lines on the teeth guide from the step before to section them out if that helps too! Even sharp teeth tend to have a bit of roundness and irregularity to themselves- unless you're going for a more stylized look of course!

Generally though I just kind of remember the spacing and go for various levels of Teeth, Gum, and Sharp lmao

Bonus extra teeth HAHAHA but omg another part of it is teeth are always weird so don't worry about them being super even or anything- idk I hope any of this helps or makes sense I just love drawing teeth LMAO

[sonamytrash]

I Aim To Please.

Plumber Toji Fushiguro.

Porn trope Toji series, part 2 🖤

Part one here 🖤

Warnings: Smut, Plumber Toji x Fem!Reader, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding k!nk, pregnancy k!ink, no foreplay, Toji Fushiguro has a big dick, not proof read, trashy porno storyline, I don't know anything about plumbing, anything I learned about plumbing for the sake of this fic was through porn, reader you're a slut.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

It was a quiet Friday afternoon, and you had the weekend to yourself—or so you thought. You had finished work early, arriving back at your apartment having scheduled a plumber this afternoon.

The soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional chirp of a bird outside were the only sounds that filled the air. You felt a sense of calm wash over you as you slipped off your shoes and work attire, donning a baggy t-shirt and shorts before walking into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. The apartment was your sanctuary, a place where you could unwind from the stresses of the week. But, as you filled the kettle, you were reminded of the persistent drip from the sink that had been driving you crazy for days.

You had tried to fix it yourself, watching YouTube tutorials and armed with a wrench, but it was clear that your DIY skills had their limits. That's why you called in the cavalry—Toji Fushiguro, the plumber with a reputation for getting the job done swiftly and efficiently.

Just as you finished making your drink, the doorbell rang, and you took a deep breath to compose yourself before opening the door. There he was, tall and broad-shouldered, with a tool belt slung low on his hips. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and his eyes, a piercing shade of brown, met yours with a professional yet alluring gaze. "Hi, I'm Toji," he said, flashing a smile that made your knees wobble just a bit. "You got trouble with a tap, sweetheart?"

You nod, stepping aside to let him in, trying not to stare too long at the way his muscles moved under his tight-fitting t-shirt. "Thank you for coming," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. As he passed, you caught a whiff of his aftershave—a faint scent of pine and mint that sent a shiver down your spine. "The problem's in the kitchen."

Toji nodded and followed you, his heavy boots echoing in the hallway. Once in the kitchen, he set down his toolbox and surveyed the situation. You pointed to the sink, feeling a bit self-conscious in your oversized t-shirt and shorts. "It's been doing that for a while now," you said, gesturing to the slow, maddening drip.

He leaned over, his muscular arm brushing against your side, and you felt an unexpected jolt of attraction. His closeness made the air feel thick and charged. He turned the faucet on and off again before he began to inspect the pipes under the sink. You couldn't help but watch the play of muscles across his back, the way his biceps flexed with each movement.

"Looks like it's just a loose washer," he said, his voice deep and reassuring. "It's an easy fix."

You leaned against the counter, sipping your tea as you watched him work. Truthfully you would usually leave workmen to their own devices, but it seemed a shame to miss out on the view. The way he moved with such confidence, his hands sure and capable, was surprisingly arousing. You felt your cheeks flush as you remembered the last time you had been intimate with someone—it had been months, and it was definitely not this handsome.

As he knelt, reaching into the cabinets, his pants tightened around his thighs, and you couldn't help but imagine what lay beneath them. He looked up at you, his gaze lingering a moment longer than necessary, and you knew he wasn't oblivious to the tension in the room.

Toji removed the faulty washer with ease, and the silence that followed was deafening. The air between you crackled with unspoken desires. "It's fixed," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through your entire body. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and intense. "But it's going to take a few minutes to let the water pressure settle."

You nodded, your eyes lingering on his full lips. He took a step closer, and before you knew it, he had set his tools aside and was standing right in front of you. The heat from his body was palpable, and you could feel his breath on your skin. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" he asked, his voice a seductive whisper.

The question hung in the air, loaded with meaning, and you knew that he wasn't just referring to the plumbing.

Your heart raced as you set your tea down, the porcelain clinking against the counter. "I don't know," you replied coyly, your voice barely above a whisper. "What did you have in mind?"

Toji's smile grew into a smirk, his eyes traveling over your body with a hunger that sent a thrill of excitement through you. He took another step closer, and you could feel the warmth of his body against your legs.

"Well," he said, his voice dropping an octave, "I've got a few... tools that might be of use to you."

You felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine as he reached out and lightly brushed your thigh with the back of his hand. His touch was like a spark that ignited a fire within you, and suddenly all you could think about was the heat of his body against yours.

"Maybe you could show me?" you offered, your voice breathy and hopeful.

Toji's smirk grew into a full-blown grin as he reached out and gently tugged on the hem of your shirt. "I'd be happy to, princess. " he said, his eyes never leaving yours.

You took a step closer, feeling the heat from his body, and the air between you grew electric. The flirting was no longer subtle. You bit your bottom lip, and he took it as the invitation it was. His hand traveled up your side, his thumb grazing the curve of your waist, and your breath hitched.

Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. His lips found yours in a kiss that was rough, his tongue demanding entry as he tasted you. You responded eagerly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you gave in to the lust that had been building since the moment he had arrived.

You could feel the fabric of your t-shirt stretching tightly across your breasts as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing against your hardened nipples through the thin material. A moan escaped your lips, and he took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth.

His hands traveled up to the hem of your shirt and with a swift tug, he lifted it over your head, revealing your lacy bra. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before unclipping it and letting your breasts spill into his waiting hands. His rough fingers tweaked and pinched your sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You reached down and unbuckled his tool belt, letting it clatter to the floor. Your hands worked on the button of his pants, and when they were open, you slid them down to expose his boxers, the outline of his substantial erection straining against the fabric. Toji stepped out of his boots and shed his pants, leaving him in just his underwear, which he quickly discarded.

He lifted you onto the counter, the cold marble a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. His hands roamed over your bare thighs, making you gasp as he pushed aside your shorts and panties. The tip of his finger traced the wetness of your sex, and you bucked your hips in response, desperate for more.

"You're so fucking wet for me, already?" Toji teased, his breath hot against your neck.

You bit your lip and nodded, unable to form coherent words. "Mmhmm," you managed, your voice a breathy purr.

Toji chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with desire. "I want to hear you say it," he demanded, his hand sliding up your inner thigh. "Tell me how much you want me."

You looked into his eyes, feeling a rush of boldness. "I want you," you whispered, your voice a seductive purr. "I want you to fuck me."

Toji's eyes darkened at your words, and his grip on your thighs tightened. "Is that right?" he said, his voice a gruff challenge. "You want this rough plumber to pound you like you're his personal fuck toy?"

You felt a thrill of excitement at his crude language, nodding eagerly. "Yes," you breathed, your voice thick with need. "I want you to use me."

Toji's eyes narrowed, his grip on your thighs tightening. "You're going to get exactly what you ask for, sweetheart," he growled, his voice full of promise. He stepped closer, the head of his cock nudging against your wet folds.

You could feel the head of his erection pressing against you, and you were still surprised by how big he was. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the feeling of being filled, but Toji didn't rush. He took his time, rubbing the length of his cock against your wetness, building the anticipation.

When he finally entered you, it was slow and deliberate, stretching you with a delicious burn that made you gasp, considering you had no prep from his fingers, it was no suprise that there was a stong to accompany the intrusion of his cock. He didn't stop until he was all the way in, his hips flush against yours. You could feel every inch of him, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he took a moment to adjust to the snug fit. You felt your body quiver around him as he began to move, his hips rocking into yours with a force that made the countertop creak.

The sensation of his huge cock filling you was almost overwhelming. It stretched you to the point of pain, but the pleasure quickly overtook any discomfort. You had never felt so full, so claimed. His movements grew more urgent, each thrust hitting a spot deep within you that had you crying out his name.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well," he grunted, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're made for this, aren't you?" His dirty talk only served to heighten your arousal, making you wetter and more eager for his rough, unbridled passion. "You're greedy cunt is taking all of me, every inch," he continued, his voice gruff with desire.

You whimpered, biting your bottom lip as he began to move faster, his hips pistoning into you with a relentless rhythm that had you clutching at his shoulders.

Toji's eyes were blazed with lust, "You like it rough, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "I could tell as soon as I saw you, that you like being pounded like the slut you are."

You couldn't deny it, and you found yourself moaning back, "Yes, yes, I do." Your voice was shaky, your body trembling with every impact. "Fuck me harder, Toji," you begged, feeling the edge of an orgasm approaching.

"That's it, take it," he grunted, his hips smacking against yours with each punishing thrust. "You're such a good little whore for me, aren't you?"

The words sent a thrill through you, and you found yourself responding in kind. "Yes! Yes, I am," you moaned, the dirty talk adding a delicious edge to the already intense experience. "Fuck me like you own me, Toji. Make me cum!"

Toji's pace didn't let up, his eyes locked on yours as he pounded into you. You could feel your body tightening around him, the beginnings of another orgasm building. The way he talked to you, the way he used you, it was all so new, so raw, and it was intoxicating.

"I'm going to fill you up," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to breed you right here on this kitchen counter."

You gasped, the shock of his words mixing with the pleasure coursing through your body. The idea of him impregnating you was both terrifying and thrilling, a taboo fantasy that had you clutching at him even tighter. "Do it," you moaned, your voice barely a whisper. "I want to feel your cum inside me."

Toji's eyes lit up at your response, his strokes growing more erratic as he approached his climax. He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, "You're going to get pregnant with my baby, aren't you?"

The thought of his seed filling you up, his child growing inside you, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through your body. "Oh God, yes," you moaned, your nails digging into his back. The idea of being filled with his essence was too much to handle, and with one final, powerful thrust, you felt your body give way. You squirted everywhere, your juices spraying out around his cock and coating the counter beneath you. The intensity of the sensation was like nothing you had ever felt before, and you screamed out his name as your muscles clenched around him.

Toji grunted with pleasure, his eyes locked onto yours as he continued to pump into you. You could see the effort in his face, the way his jaw was clenched and his muscles bulged with the effort of holding back. "Atta girl, make a mess on my cock," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Your orgasm seemed to go on forever, your body convulsing around him until finally, with a groan, he buried himself deep and emptied himself inside you. You felt the hot spurt of his cum fill you up, and the sensation was like nothing you had ever experienced. It was raw, primal, and utterly exhilarating.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, Toji leaned in and kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same hunger he had shown moments before. His cock remained buried inside you, still pulsing with the last remnants of his release. You could feel his heart hammering against your chest, his breathing ragged and erratic.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, savoring the feeling of his warmth and the weight of his body pressing you into the counter. The kitchen, once a place of domesticity, was now a stage for your carnally charged performance. The scent of sex mingled with the faint aroma of mint from your tea, creating a heady blend that seemed to intoxicate you further.

"You're a naughty girl," Toji said, his voice still thick with lust as he kissed along your neck, making you shiver.

"Is that a compliment?" you teased, your voice light and playful.

Toji chuckled, his grip on your hips loosening slightly. "You bet your sweet ass it is," he said, his eyes raking over your bare chest. "I've never seen anyone look so fucking good with their legs spread on a kitchen counter."

You couldn't help but smile at his crudeness, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the aftermath of your orgasm. "And I've never had a plumber quite like you," you retorted, running your nails lightly down his back.

Toji chuckled, "I aim to please."

[tellioari]

Q&A !! With @leafenzo/aka Leah and myself, Eliza

Leah: We don't hold ourselves to a strict schedule, I will say though we are a large chunk of the way done - all basic dyed blocks (like wool, concrete, banners, etc) are already in. We're just ironing out extra features related to the dyes. Also- before it releases we will have a public playtesting period for a tad if anyone reallyyy wants it early :3 (albeit in a quite unstable form). The plan is to release it for Fabric, and for 1.20.1 through 1.20.3 for now.

Leah: teehehe chunk-of-fun :3 jfsljfkslj Eliza: well, for the most part, the new bugs we are adding are things i just find interesting and have a good model idea for. i like making them very large, fitting into the large bug precedent set by the bees and silverfish :3 Right now the planned blorbos are the beetle, the wooly beetle, mantis, dragonfly, mint slug and silk moth! I've also made a seahorse model, but I don't think I'll end up using it in the dye mod. I might add more in the future if I'm feeling up to it.

Eliza: We have a lot of compatibility features in the works - including Suppementaries' Presents, every dyeable block in Create, Farmer's Delight's signs, and compatibility integration with Nature's Sprit as well. I've also thought about making dye compat with Another Furniture, but... that is a monumental task that I'd probably need help with/be able to streamline. We will also try and add compatibility textures to mods that autogenerate new dyed blocks - but that will have to be a case-by-case basis, and will be figured out during beta testing.

Eliza: I would love to make a tutorial at some point! - however, my process right now is very spur-of-the-moment and kinda random, haha. Maybe I'll make a post in the future if i'm feeling up to it. At the very least, I do follow some basic principles with designing my models:

Try to use clever techniques to minimize the amount of cubes used - this creates a confine that makes me get creative with what cubes i use while also optimizing the model at the same time.

Try to be as expressive as possible with cubes being used, no cube should be left untouched in the keyframes of animation.

Keep colors interesting by shifting hue a lot depending on lighting and what kind of material i want to convey (for example, if most of the model is smooth and green to blue, i'd go for green to yellow for the rougher parts)

Eliza: I would like to add some more storage blocks in the future, mainly stuff from new updates and any other random things I think of. I was thinking of making a create compatibility submod maybe, but because of the effort it takes to come up with textures its still just a thought. Leah: If by that you mean creating mods that add new features to squashed, or compatibility fixes, of course! and that goes for our other mods too! :D We'd seriously feel honored.

Leah: For me, the hardest part was just the frustration of it, frustration at the code, the tutorial, or far more often just at myself. Just know that it's the hardest at the beginning, but if you stick with you'll get your bearings and it will somehow start to get a bit easier. Also, datagen! It's useful as can be but gosh did that take me a while to figure out even just the basics of how to generate a model haha.

Thank you for all the questions!! We apologize if we didn't quite get to your question, there were a lot and we tried to pick the most general ones :3 If you still have a question that wasn't answered here, be sure to join and ask it on our discord!: https://discord.gg/eJePAPE27T

[parkswritessometimes]

Escapees Of IRIS CHPTR 7

[CHPTR 1] [Previous]

Chase slams his laptop shut and throws the device down beside him with a small bounce. This was useless; he wasn't going to get any sort of learning done while his mind was full of cotton. His entire body feels disgusting and wrong, and his mind was too buzzy to focus on anything on that fucking screen. He looks up towards the ceiling, his mind everywhere but where it needs to be. 

Jackie and Marvin had been gone for three hours and already Chase was a fucking mess. Curled up on the couch with a heavy blanket and a cup of Marvin’s mint tea. His mind racing with panic and questions. A month ago he only would have been worried about himself, saving his own skin. But now he couldn’t care less, he only wants Jackie and Marvin to come back safely. Come back home. Chase scratches his arms, his nails digging into his skin as he tries to focus on anything else but his boys. 

What would he even do without them? They were the only reason he was sober. Would he spiral out? Drink until he dies in a ditch? Buy a gun and end it all? Keep on going, living because that's what they would want for him? God, would he be in charge of their funerals? Would that thing even leave a body? Probably, leave them right on the front doorstep and send one final message before he takes over for good. Letting him feel that pain and anguish until the body eventually withers and dies. 

Fucking. Focus. Get back to work. Don’t think about the monster. 

Chase takes in a deep breath and lets all the anxiety out. It’s fine. It will be fine. Chase puts his laptop back in his lap and went back to his BSL research. He already mastered the basics, letters, numbers, and his own name. What was next, colors, animals, food? Definitely food. The rest he could memorize later. After all, how was Jameson going to ask for food if Chase didn’t understand? 

The entire screen and instructor were just a blurred mess, with each sign shoved into his brain, the fuzz grew. He let gravity take him down, his entire front side smashing into the couch. But the weight of the world and worry remained.

How did he even get here? Three years ago everything was fine. Three years ago he was celebrating Chole’s second birthday with Stacy, the demon seeming to only be a faint memory. His channel was starting to pick back up after a massive creative slump, and his new meds were finally starting to kick in. He was happy. Really happy. Almost too happy. It lasted about six months before the voices started coming back.

They were small at first, intrusive thoughts that Chase had no intention of following through on. Thoughts of stabbing himself when he held a kitchen knife, or swallowing one too many pills. But then he started appearing again, out of the corner of his eye. The man who lived in the shadows. And then he could hear his voice and see him clear as day. Two months later, Stacy and Chole left. 

What did he even do to deserve all of this? Was it just that he was at the wrong place at the wrong time? Did Anti just like all the misery he could feed off of? Or was he just that fucking special? 

Focus, Chase! Focus. What was supposed to be doing again? Right BSL. He pulls up the YouTube tutorial he's been following for the basics and hits the spacebar to play. He watches the sign instructor sign each word again and again, replaying the same section trying to absorb any information.

Were his boys in danger? How could he have let them go? He knew that Anti was dangerous, more than dangerous, he could kill them with just a single touch and he still let them go. He let them go to their deaths. He didn’t even fight them or try to talk them out of it. It's almost as if he wanted them to die.

“Fuckin-” Chase stands up and starts to pace the floor back and forth, back and forth. He can’t keep doing this, can’t keep spiraling. It won’t do anyone any good. He needs something to do that wasn’t learning or mindlessly scrolling through Twitter or TikTok. 

His eyes dart around the apartment eventually landing on the kitchen and he makes a snap decision. He can't think about losing his new family if he's too engrossed in an over-complicated recipe. Plus if- when his boys got home, there would be fresh treats.

He throws open the cupboard, his hands grabbing anything he might need. Flour, vanilla, sugar, baking powder. If it goes into a pastry his hands fly to it. 

Cookies. He thinks as he looks at the ingredients. Big juicy chocolate chip cookies. The ones that melt in your mouth as you bite into them. They had everything he needed for it. Marvin bought endless ingredients each week swearing that he’d bake something this time, then immediately forget as he cooked everything but pastries. Chase smiles at the simple memory of Marvin hogging the kitchen as Jackie sits on the counter talking about his day. 

He allows his thoughts to drift into bittersweet memories as he begins to combine all the dry ingredients into a bowl. Smiles and laughs of his daughter as he boops her nose with a finger full of frosting. Marvin tending to Jackie’s cuts and bruises much to Jackie’s dismay. Memories of small panic attacks, screams, and promises of comfort and safety come as he stirs in the eggs. Warm cups of hot cocoa as he mixes in the melted butter. Playful sparring with Jackie that somehow ended with him floating in the air as the mixer whirs. 

Chase grabs the bag of chocolate chips that he nibbles on from the back of the cupboard, and folds them into the dough letting the feeling of melancholy helplessness settle into his bones. It will be okay. He’ll survive. Jackie and Marvin are damn powerful; they can handle Anti together. And he was safe. Marvin taught him how to check in on the wards and they owned this apartment, so he wouldn’t get kicked out. He’s gonna be just fine. 

Chase takes out his frustration onto the dough as he rolls them into rough spheres and slams them down onto the parchment paper. He throws them into the oven without a second thought. 

Sweet treats. They’re gonna fucking love these.

Chase pops some of the raw cookie dough into his mouth, letting himself savor the crunch of chocolate. He always poked fun at Jackie for having a random pack of chocolate chips around to snack on, but hey, came in handy. Can’t ever be mad at that. He grabs a chair from the dining room table and just sits, watching the timer countdown. 

He doesn't need to be sitting in front of the oven. They're cookies, it's not a delicate confection that would collapse if you breathed at it wrong. But there was something about having the oven light on and watching them flatten and rise into the familiar, comforting disk shape.

He hopes Jameson will like these. Who doesn’t like chocolate chip cookies? Monsters, that's who. And Jameson definitely didn’t seem like a monster. The way Jackie described him, and how he cried and screamed over his photo, the way Marvin got so angry, so protective. That was genuine love for a genuine person. No matter what IRIS or that fucking demon did. 

Oh! IRIS! Chase gets up from his spot in front of the oven and goes to Jackie’s room. He knows he saw a file for Jameson somewhere around here. He digs through the mountain of random papers and files until he finds it. A big black folder with “Jameson’s shit” written on it in Marvin’s handwriting. 

Blank forms and papers full of scribbles, photos of a single room with a man on the bed burst. Pages fell onto his lap with the IRIS logo, so many he didn’t even know where to start. He began to spread them all out, a bunch of puzzle pieces on the floor, he just needed to find the edge pieces to start. Maybe an intake form? Something like that had to exist. He turns each and every page over until he finds the thing he’s looking for. 

ALTR JA-51-91514 INTAKE FOLDER

Name: Jameson Jackson

Date: 15/09/1922

IRIS LOCATION: London Center 183 West Wing

Anomaly: ✔ Yes ___ No

Anomaly Powers: The subject has abilities to manipulate time around its person, speeding up or slowing down time. The subject is reported to be able to forward and rewind time on organic matters. Unknown if this is the cause of deja vu of the surrounding town. 

Main Attending: Dr. Wilkinson

Sub Attending: Dr. Feilds

Notes: ALTR JA-51-91514 displays typical intake anger and frustration. Displays no signs of deja vu, or time confusion. Subject can not speak and prefers to write or use his hands to speak, an interpreter will be needed for future interviews. Subject will need to be placed inorganic steel compound. Compound #301 is recommended and available. 

Please see the following forms for other inquiries and initial interviews. 

Chase puts it to the side and digs through the papers for more. There was nothing else in the folder and everything was singed like it was trying to be burned and lost to time. Papers that he needed to find were lost or perhaps never existed in the first place. The only paper he could find for the rest of the year was one from three days later. 

18/09/1922

Log Number: 001

IRIS Location: [Redacted]

ALTR Code: JA-51-91514

Attending: Dr. Wilkinson

Notes:

Subject has been violent and unresponsive in the days following containment, only asking for ‘Lila’ and ‘Eden’ with a provided pen and paper, (see introduction paper 3-C for more information.) CNC has not been able to locate the people the subject spoke about and they will remain on the green list until further notice. The subject has refused food and water for the third day in a row and refused any and all forms of outward stimulation. Subject remains violent and threatens to use dominion. Indications that the subject is about to use powers: Silver eyes coming from the subject, sudden waves of dizziness, sweating, and nausea. 

Subject was unwilling to help, scribbling all over the page ‘When can I go home?’ (See attached page). Will try again tomorrow.

Chase turns the page over, the interview his eyes glossing over the questions instead looking at the scribbles. 

When can I go home? Where is my wife? Do you have my daughter? Where’s my family? WHERE IS MY FAMILY? A little girl with brown hair and blue eyes and a woman, with tall and blue eyes too. She’s deaf, she can’t hear. She needs me. They need me. Where are they?

Chase looks back at the date, there's no way Marvin or Jackie were born yet, hell their parents haven’t even been born yet. He had a family, a flesh and blood family. Something to live for and go home too. Fuck. Fucking monsters. Chase’s hands continue to flip through each paper, each one containing the same thing “Subject was uncooperative, will try again tomorrow.” There were some reports about his magic and testing but nothing too interesting. Sixty years of nothing, sixty years of “subject sat perfectly still for hours until a Doctor came in for another round of questioning.”. The only thing of interest Chase could find was a report from ‘98.    

03/12/1998

Log Number: 27756

IRIS Location: [Redacted]

ALTR Code: JA-51-91514

Attending: Dr. Booth

Notes:

We decided to do something new with the ALTR. Reviewing its earliest files indicates that it once was a father. IRIS recently captured ALTR MA-18-22914 a five-year-old child who has been nonstop crying since its containment three days ago. MA was hesitant at first, hiding behind blankets and pillows for approximately three hours before approaching JA. From previous testing we know that magic users can sense and even track each other through “magic signatures”, but it took time for Subject MA to realize this new experience was supposed to be a positive interaction. Subject MA slowly moved over to Subject JA and the two began to bond passing notes. 

 Subject was able to help calm the MA down, Subject even ate for the first time in a month encouraging signs moving forward. Subject became very protective over MA refusing to leave and using its powers for the first time in a decade. (Proper date will be posted and recorded at different time). One member of JA’s team who tried to escort it back to its room disintegrated and turned into nothing but a pile of bones and dust before being brought back to life. Seeming to be a warning not to touch nor separate the pair. Oddly enough MA was not affected by the subject's powers, subject directed powers at CNC and other employees avoided the child completely. Further study on the directional behavior of these powers is recommended. 

How the fuck did he not eat for a month?! You couldn’t live off of pure spite for a month! Maybe he just lived off the souls of the IRIS employees that he killed, wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he had come across. Well, it would be up there but not the weirdest. That would be whatever ritual Marvin was doing that caused his head to turn all the way around like he was in the exorcist. That was weird. 

But Marvin? A shy little kid and James immediately protected him. That’s the kind of person Chase wishes he was. Everything Chase wants to be, are in these pages. A father with kindness in his heart, a way to protect and shield those he loves. Jameson apparently was willing to kill for a child he barely knew. No wonder Jackie is a hero, definitely got it from him. 

Oh! Jackie! Chase digs through the paper piles, he knows that he’s seen Jackie’s name float around these papers somewhere.

28/07/02

Log Number: 29056

IRIS Location: [Redacted]

ALTR Code: JA-51-91514

Attending: Dr. Booth

Notes:

JA was introduced to another child. Dr. Wilson unexpectedly introduced his daughter to the JA and MA pair after a lab accident that caused subject JQ-21-5129 to exhibit a strange phenomenon, immediately placing it into the ALTR category and subjecting it to containment and further testing.(Please see Subject JQ-21-5129 induction paperwork and Dr. Wilson’s account for further information.) Subject was hesitant at first, protecting Subject MA but quickly calmed once they realized the new stimulant was a child. Subject immediately wrote down information on the provided pen and paper. Upon realizing that subject JQ-21-5129 can not read, the subject seemed to ask for help in translation from subject MA. Subject JQ-21-5129 eventually joined the group, staying just out of arm's reach and constantly watching the door. Subject JA stayed up for the rest of the evening, giving subject JQ its food and letting them sleep in its bed. The subject still remains extremely protective over the two. Will need to up doses of Ketamine when extracting subjects MA and JQ from now on. 

JQ? Why would Jackie’s name be JQ? Chase thought to himself. All the dates and the testimony lined up but, JQ? And daughter? What the hell? Chase read the statement over and over again trying to find an explanation but nothing came. Great another mystery to solve. Add it to the pile. Something to ask Jackie when he came back. 

Chase goes to grab more papers, but the familiar buzzing pattern and a small chime come from his phone. His ears perk up and his heart flutters at the iconic Avengers ringtone that Jackie insisted on having for his text tone. Mystery would have to wait. 

From Jackie: “Be home in twenty. Love ya."

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[harpgriffin]

Just Crow Things Preview

I played this demo during the June 2024 Next Fest, as part of testing for the blind-racing tournament Next Fest Conquest. The game is chaotic enough that it was raced twice with the first race having to be discarded due to the racers breaking the game and race rules too much to judge a winner, which was honestly a perfect showcase for a game that in the newly minted tradition of Untitled Goose Game, is all about creating havoc. In this case, the developers do have a certain amount of social commentary baked into the text of the game that indicate the anarchy isn't just chaos for chaos' sake. It's charming for a lot of reasons - the art, the music, the hats, the abundance of tools that exist entirely for fun, and the crow facts that appear on loading screens. The demo includes a tutorial level and a robust first level, in which you can sample a wide range of possible tasks - you can help a squirrel mom find her babies, ruin a birthday party, steal lots of shiny objects, and save a mouse family from a scary cat by getting it soaking wet.

Due to the action nature of the game, there's a limit to its accessibility. Even so, the devs have tried hard to make them game accessible to a wide range of players. There's a number of assist options in the settings, and a wonderful message that all these settings are both valid and the intended game experience. Originally, I couldn't play the demo because flight required a button hold action. A few people, including myself, requested a toggle flight option, and this was implemented in short order despite the complexity of the problem. It's not perfect, but I was able to enjoy and complete the demo. I'm hoping rebindable controls will be in a post-release patch.

[mangher-a]

Benjirou . 19 . Male . Former delinquent . Omega . 167 .

Set up his own little business, a service such as 'rent-a-housewife', because he enjoys all things domestic, and he figured there is a market for it in form of single parents or busy business moguls. So far, it has been a lucrative business, in the sense that he can live quite comfortable. He is by no means rich but does have enough money left over after the usual expenses.

Upbeat, bright and warm. Has big brotherly air to him, but also can be quite motherly when it comes to younger kids. He is quick to settle into the role his customer seeks, be it a more sophesticated or something relaxed. All of this made easy from him being an omega first and foremost.

Out of the chores he usually does, he enjoys cleaning the most.

His delinquent years have left a mark or two in his records, but overall he's a trustworthy person. Despite having left his more wild years in the past, doesn't mean that he wouldn't stand up for himself or his own beliefs. He can and will fight.

Jirou was born into a normal loving family, with supportive parents, so his delinquent years were purely for fun and entertainment. Or that's what he thought, at least.

In addition, he's also a sub type. Due to being a sub, he does sometimes visit facilities where he can meet up with a Dom in a safe environment in order to get his type-needs met, tho not in a sexual way most of the time. He just wants to be able to relax and not be in control for a while. It helps him with reducing stress. At a minimum, he visits these places once a month, but tries to it at least bi-weekly.

On his free time, he reads various cook books, watches tutorials on the internet and also enjoys a few games in the local archade.

Jirou's favorite

food is pasta.

drink is (cold) mint tea.

animals are seals.

scent is birch.

Jirou dislikes

touching wet food, while doing the dishes.

driving.

[stampwithtami]

Mini Window Box Survival Kits [Teacher Gifts Series #3]

  MINI WINDOW BOX TEACHER SURVIVAL KITS 🍎🎁 Teacher Appreciation Alert! 🎁🍎After spending countless hours handling grades, lesson plans, and lively classrooms, our beloved teachers deserve a helping hand. So, here's presenting our unique creation - the mini 'Teacher Survival Kits'! 💼👩‍🏫👨‍🏫 Crafted with love ❤️ and sealed in the adorable Stampin' Up! Scalloped Gift Card holder boxes, these treat boxes are topped with an apple from the Stampin' Up Apple Harvest stamp set. A symbol of knowledge and gratitude for the educators who shape our future! 🍏👩‍🎓👨‍🎓 See more of my Teacher Gifts series below. INSTRUCTIONS NSTRUCTIONS TEACHER GIFTS VIDEO TEACHER GIFTS VIDEO PROJECT PHOTOS Want to save these ideas for later? Pin them to your favorite Pinterest board. Have you tried these designs? I love to see your creations! Be sure to share them on #shareyourcrafts post every Saturday on my Facebook Page Here's my top 10 list of items to add to your Teacher Survival Kit that I shared on the video class:1️⃣ Hand Sanitizer - for germ-free hands 👐2️⃣ Pain Reliever - because teaching can be a headache, literally! 🙆‍♀️3️⃣ Band-Aids - for those paper cut days 🩹4️⃣ Hand Lotion - because sanitizers can dry their hands out 🤲5️⃣ Tide Pen - to rescue them from surprise coffee spills ☕6️⃣ Lysol Spray - for a fresh and clean workspace 🧽7️⃣ Paper Slips - for impromptu notes 📋8️⃣ Elastics - because you never know! 💁‍♀️9️⃣ Breath Mints - to stay fresh during those parent-teacher meetings 🗣️🔟 Amazon Gift Card - for them to buy whatever they need or want 🎁 What do you think should go into the teacher survival kit? Share your suggestions in comments below and be entered to win our giveaway! I'll share the tutorials for this last set of boxes shortly. Check my series links below or my blog for the complete set.  I shared the larger box #1 on yesterday's video class. You can see the class, download the tutorial and the template here. Don't forget the matching card. I'll share how to make this card tomorrow. Doesn't it just pop?My complete set of teacher survival kits and appreciation cards and gift card holders.  TEACHER GIFT SERIES STAMPIN UP SUPPLIES I USED Read the full article

[thatcosplayblog]

Poison Ivy Cosplay tutorial by mod fear stirder. newbie to tumbles.

POSION IVY COSPLAY TUTORIAL by request of melody swan and Laly Palay

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcneI2oiTbI&pp=ygUsYm9keSBzdXRpIHR1dG9yaWFsIGludmlzaWJsZSBza2luIHNwZWNpYWwgZng%3D This is a video on special effects woudsn which can help teach you to use liquid latex which you can use to sew or place or stick the leaves onto you using special fx spirit gum

Tight Bodysuti shapewear haul by youtuber Amouranth

How to color match a bodysuit

Teachingmensfashion the trick here is to get a skin tight body suit in green or sew a leotard or use special fx on plasties and spirit gum to hide your you know BOOBAGE and make it look veluntius. Its important given the science and psychology of it all you know your fashion.

Brands for contacts

Unsiquoe, honeycolor, and pinky paradise.

For small tykes, They can just pretend without all the exaggeration.

(kids) Leotard Mint Green [Leatard Butique] if the little girl is plus size order a few sizes up and tailor it.

Sleeveless Mock Neck Leotard

Kepblom Women's Sleeveless Shiny Metallic Leotard

Sparkly Turtleneck Bodysuit (shiny off color) [amazon]

PLUS SIZE SOLID GREEN LEEATARD [shein so its delicate and you should order atleast 2 more items or you’ll get the last of the batch hence poor quality]

Full Bodysuit Womens Costume Without Hood Spandex Zentai Unitard Body Suit [recomended] [amazon]

PLus size seemels bodysuit

Petiet or curvy plain tiger bodysuit [s-xl so xs-m unless you have curves and are thin]

https://www.thecostumeking.com/skin-suit-green-adult-plus.html?gclid=Cj0KCQjw2qKmBhCfARIsAFy8buKOzNKJ43-kz1FFYIESqN5j7VflaBlvkxUu08r6Zd7hpLL6jdbkNpgaAlCVEALw_wcB 47

LEAVES:

You want to look at arts and crafts stores or small indie brands like etsy that sell loose leaves, real or imagined just make sure its not actually posion ivy and or plastic, and you’ll go great.

Bitterleaf, onugbu, ewuro,shuwaka,ndoleh, Cây Mật Gấu Leaves-Fresh farm vegetable you want to loko up art supplies with this or buy a plant and after 3 months chop it up to preserve the environment.

A Box of Fresh Bitter Leaves - Vernonia Amygdalina, Ewuro, Etidot, Onugbu, Ityuna, Oriwo, Kongo bololo Som eof these are real so look for plastic alternatives. This is like for an artsy photo shoot.but you can preserves them with light wax. Look up how to do that or you’re screwed.

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1383698931/faux-magnolia-leaves-pack-of-24?ga_order=most_relevant&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_search_query=loose+leaf+pack+craft+supplies&ref=sc_gallery-1-15&plkey=27736d64758893ff44045fe21e195cc22877fc61%3A1383698931’ leaves!

these are more of a prop but acrylic leavse [amazon]

You may have to repaint these but these [amazon]

Cat suits are great for some versions of posion ivy you just have to paint your skin green. Which needs white undertones or it looks shiny. The idea is to paint your skin green, to match the body suti with some kind of neck wear.

This search bar WIGS

A good wig is going to cost you at minum 40-50$ a really good one 60-90$ wigs have a life span of 3 months with bad care to 3 years with good hair to 30 years if sprayed and tanaegntted. Most people dont know drag that well though. Curly wigs are naturally tangented. They just have to be reastyleed from time to time to preserve them during that 30years. Wigsisfashion is my favorite brand and the most high end i have.

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Recomned [posion ivy makeup tutorial] youtube madeywork

Poison ivy makeup tutorial also glue leaves to a bral and thread it like its a rope stick the rope with special effects across your body and add arm socks and your godo to go

Poison ivy makeup tutorial [for teh leaves]

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Diy poison ivy costume AMber sholi

Shapewear tutorial

Shape wear

[levi-supreme]

Professor Ackerman (Part 1/?)

Characters: Statistics Professor!Levi x University student fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW with suggestive content. Power imbalance/power play (Levi is reader's professor, student/teacher dynamics). Reader insert (y/n). Rough making out. Age gap (Levi in his forties, reader in her late twenties). Reader is a part-time uni student and is working full-time. Reader also likes roses. Mutual attraction and lingering feelings. Professor Ackerman has a kink for thighs. Some name-calling and praise.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I blame @hashaneeee for this thirst. This was supposed to be a short drabble for my Thirsty Thursday: A 100 Different Kisses, but guess who can't control herself and decided to make it a full-blown thirst instead? Also, happy belated birthday to you, my thirst supplier <3 and yes, this isn't the end of my Professor Ackerman brainrot, so you'll definitely be seeing more of him <3

70: An accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's // 99: Hungry kisses and ripped apart clothes

Professor Ackerman master list | Part Two

"Professor Ackerman's a very busy man," was all you heard from your classmates, and this made you extra puzzled because he agreed to your request of needing extra tutorial sessions to pull up your abysmal statistics grades. What made things weirder was how Professor Ackerman told you to come over to his place on Saturday afternoon, instead of staying back in school after your classes. Perhaps he knew you weren't free on weekdays since you had to work. But... how would he know?

Standing nervously outside his front door, you adjusted your clothes and tried to flatten your hair. You wanted to look your best for him after all, wanted to thank him for putting aside his precious time to give you extra lessons. Applying some rose lip balm and eating a breath mint, you knocked on the wooden door thrice.

Seconds later, the door opened and you saw your professor in clothes outside of his usual suit and tie for the first time. He was wearing a simple fitting black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his fringe fell flat and briefly covered his eyes instead of his usual back comb. His brows were furrowed and even though his tired eyes were hidden behind his black-framed spectacles, they couldn't hide how mesmerising the grey of his eyes were. There was a slight stubble growing and you had to will yourself to not reach out your hand and do something stupid. When you thought your professor looked sexy as hell in a suit and tie, he looked equally yummy in casual clothing too.

"P-professor Ackerman," you stuttered, staring at his chest. Yes Professor Ackerman was extremely handsome. Even though he was in his forties and has a few specks of greying hair, you couldn't deny that he was attractive. Drop dead out-of-this-world attractive.

Everyone in university had the hots for Professor Ackerman, old and young alike. You were one of the many who harboured a burning crush on your very handsome statistics professor, and like many others, you often wondered if he was a good kisser, or if he was seeing anyone, or how good he was in bed. You often found yourself daydreaming about Professor Ackerman, fantasising about his body, and even thinking of him when your nights get a little lonely, crying out whimpers of 'Professor Ackerman!' while you were tossing around in your sheets.

"Come in." He simply said, voice bringing you back to reality. You acknowledged and nodded, touching your cheeks to make sure you weren't being too obvious. He reminded you to remove your shoes and put on a pair of house slippers, signalling to a pair placed by the floor mat. It fit you perfectly. Did Professor Ackerman live with another woman? Stepping into his flat, you took a good look at his living area before walking into his study.

Professor Ackerman's house was minimalistic and clean, free from clutter and decorations. The scent of eucalyptus lingered in the air coupled with a faint hint of tea. There were a couple of succulents along with a few photo frames. You could recognise a man with a mop of blonde hair and a pair of bright blue eyes, as well as a tall man with blonde hair and a moustache from the photos; it was the Dean of the university, Erwin Smith, and Associate Professor Mike Zacharias from the Business and Accountancy faculty. It was well-known that the three of them had been friends since a long time ago. Strange, you thought to yourself. Nothing suggests that a woman lives here. You wondered if anyone else ever came to Professor Ackerman's house like you did.

Professor Ackerman's study was simple. He had an L-shaped desk with his laptop placed at the other edge, a roller chair, and shelves filled with books of all sorts. There was also a coffee table with a small vase of flowers. A teapot sat on the left corner of his desk and a cup of piping hot black tea accompanied it.

Focusing on his desk, you noticed there was a small glass bowl with a lone fantail goldfish swimming inside. You excitedly bent forward and tapped the bowl. He cleared his throat and gestured to the seat next to you while your face heat up in embarrassment, pulling the collar of your blouse after realising it was a little too revealing.

"So, what brings you here, y/n?" You gulped hearing the way your name sounded when he said it. You took your seat, crossing your legs and fidgeting with your clothes. You shouldn't have worn a pleated skirt and such annoying thigh high socks. Your thin blouse was also a little too loose and kept slipping off your shoulder. You noticed him watching you and tried adjusting your blouse once more.

"Yeah, L-Levi. O-okay. Uhh, I need help with my statistics, Prof—no, Levi. I am this close to failing this module and I absolutely do not want to retake this module the next semester." You looked at Levi, pleading silently with your eyes. You really couldn't afford to fail because it would only increase your workload for the next semester, and clash with your work schedule.

"P-professor Ack—"

"Call me Levi. We're not in school." You pinched your thigh, hoping you weren't dreaming. Did he just... told me to address him... by his name?

"But I'm teaching the same module next semester still," Levi crossed his arms and leaned on his chair, giving you a quizzical look. You cocked your eyebrow, momentarily distracted by how his biceps bulged under his shirt.

"Wait Profes—Levi," you looked at him with disbelief, "are you saying you wouldn't mind if I failed your statistics class?"

Levi merely shrugged, leaving his study for a brief moment. He told you to take out your notes and you obeyed, though you were still confused by what he said. Levi returned moments later with another tea cup and some biscuits. The tea wasn't plain black like what he was drinking, but it was rose—your favourite scent.

"So, what do you not know and need help with?" Levi stood by the side of your chair, leaning forward to look at your laptop screen while one hand was placed on the back of your chair and the other on the table. He was too close; you could smell the tea in his breath and his musky scent radiating from his body. You nervously toyed with your fingers, grabbing on to the hem of your skirt.

"Pro—Levi?" you looked up at him while he placed the teacup by your side. "H-how did you—"

"You always come into my class smelling like roses." Levi walked to his window and closed it, drawing the curtains as well, switching on the aircon and closing the door. The room became pitch dark before Levi switched on the lights. You had a foreboding sense as though you were being trapped with nowhere to escape.

"Hmm. Then we have a problem. You do know your assignment is due two weeks from now, and your finals are six weeks later?" Levi's breath hit your face, causing your cheeks to heat up uncontrollably under his piercing gaze. You couldn't speak up, afraid of saying something inappropriate. Levi smirked and moved away from you.

"Relax, y/n, I'm not here to punish you," Levi tapped your hands, unknowingly brushing part of your exposed thigh as well. You jumped at the contact, earning a very subtle smirk from Levi.

"Uhh, s-so, erm, first, I'm very confused by the binomial theorem that you talked about last week," you forced yourself to focus on looking for the relevant lecture slides instead of thinking about how nice your professor smelt, "no actually, I'm very confused with everything." You sighed in defeat. Levi turned the chair, making you face him. His face was too close, he was invading into your personal space. Yet, you didn't back off or move away. Instead, your eyes were glued to the light freckles you see across his porcelain skin.

"Don't worry, since you're here, we'll make full use of time to help you get back to speed. You can keep the laptop, you won't be needing it." Walking towards his bookshelves, Levi dragged out a heavy box underneath the shelves. You eagerly hurried forward to help him, accidentally brushing your fingers against his. The both of you jumped from the sudden contact, as though a spark of electricity flowed through and caused a short circuit. You yelped and quickly hurried back to your seat, Levi let out an inaudible chuckle.

"Here, do these questions first and ask me anything you're unsure of." Levi passed you a stack of worksheets and returned back to his seat opposite you, taking a sip of tea and looking a little red. You nodded and started working, the silence between you two a little awkward and suffocating.

"P—Levi," you spoke up after a while. Levi went over to your side again, once more leaning close to you to look at your paper. He had his hand on the armrest of your chair and another placed on the desk. His face was only inches away and his musky scent, although more subtle now, still got you feeling intoxicated and you wondered if he was doing this on purpose. "I-I, uh, I'm not sure how to—" as you turned to look at him, you didn't realise Levi also turned his head towards you. And just like that, your lips briefly met.

You didn't know what to do; you looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Levi was stunned as well, backing off slightly once he realised what happened. His lips are so soft...

"I'm so sorry, Levi! I-it was an acci—" instead, Levi turned your chair towards him once more and pressed his lips onto yours, pushing you back against the chair. Your eyes widened, desperately trying to push Levi away. No, he's my professor, I can't. The same thoughts repeated over and over in your head as Levi kissed you harder, grabbing your wrists preventing you from pushing away.

"You want this as well, don't you, y/n?" Levi broke the kiss and whispered against your lips, peering at you through his spectacles. There were slight wrinkles around his eyes, yet he still looked dashing as hell. He removed them, hastily throwing them on his desk without caring if it would break. Levi pushed your chair, letting it roll until it hit the wall and he advanced towards you again, trapping you between his body and his chair.

"N-no, I—"

"Lies." Levi leaned down towards you, a hungry glint flickering in his eyes. "I've seen the way you look at me during our lectures. You'd always be the first to arrive and the last to leave, no? Always trying to get my attention with your hair and your clothes." Levi stroked your cheek and you felt goosebumps crawling across your skin. Your pupils dilated, your heartbeat becoming erratic.

"I'm starting to think you're purposely failing your classes to get these private sessions with me." Levi smirked, enjoying the look of horror plastered on your face. You felt cornered, you needed to do something. Just then, a devilish thought crossed your mind.

"You're up to no good yourself, Professor," emphasising on the title, trying to get back at Levi for exposing your little tricks. "You invited me over to your place knowing I had a thing for you, hmm? Those house slippers, did you buy them just for me?" You teased, locking eyes with your professor.

"Why, are you having impure thoughts on your student as well, Professor?" You cheekily replied, feeling daring. You were pushing your luck and you knew nothing good might come out of it. There was no use denying; you did have feelings for your professor. Raw, inappropriate, and overflowing feelings.

"Tch, you're a snarky one, aren't you?" Levi growled before harshly kissing you again. Trapping you against the chair, Levi kissed you with vigour and you returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, locking your hands behind Levi's neck to pull him closer. The kisses were sloppy and wet as your tongues intertwined, Levi moaning into the kiss as you tugged on his hair.

You were right. Levi did have impure thoughts of you the moment he saw you in his class. He noticed how you always smelt strongly of roses, reminding him of his mother. You were always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Your grades were terrible yet you were doing fine in every other class. Worse of all, you were always wearing shorts and skirts that exposed your thighs, something that constantly made Levi extremely feral and weak. He knows it's wrong to develop feelings for his student, but how can he control his own feelings when you're so young, beautiful, and irresistible?

Levi's lips broke free from yours as he went to your neck, taking a long sniff of your perfume before biting down on your skin. You clutched onto Levi's shirt, your loud panting was music to Levi's ears. Levi tugged hard on your blouse, causing a slight tear on the collar. He pulled even harder, entirely ripping the flimsy fabric off and throwing it to a corner.

"W-wait! My blouse—" your eyes flew open when you registered the ripping sound as well as how bare you suddenly felt. Levi stood up, looking down at your topless self.

"You planned this, didn't you, horny slut?" Levi held your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Wearing such a short skirt and loose clothing to your professor's house. You're waiting to get fucked, aren't you? Answer me." The air was thick with lust and longing, your chest heaving and body sweaty.

"Y-yes, Professor." Levi released his hold on you, satisfied with your answer. Levi promptly removed his shirt and bent towards you and you licked your lips unconsciously. Levi was in his forties yet his physique was fantastic. His muscles rippled with every move and his abs were extremely well-defined. His arms were lean and muscular and you couldn't help but roam your eyes around his body.

"Good girl," Levi smiled, kissing you once more. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, feeling Levi's hands roaming all over your body before squeezing your thighs like a stress ball.

"Do you do this often with other students?" You teased, feeling a little playful and thrilled at the idea of hooking up with your professor. Levi laughed and shook his head.

"Mmm, Professor Ackerman," you moaned against Levi's lips, holding on to his biceps.

"I said, call me Levi." Disconnecting from your lips, Levi breathed hard on your face.

"No, just you. None of my students ever had such a huge effect on me other than you, y/n." Your heart swooned hearing his words. Pulling Levi close to you, you kissed him as if you've been starved, feeling more daring after hearing what Levi said. Sucking on his lower lip, you seated upright, slowly standing up and cupping his hard erection with one hand. Levi let out a low groan when he felt pressure on his groin, kissing you harder and slapping your ass. You smiled into the kiss, slowly slipping your hand into the waistband of Levi's sweatpants.

"I'm here to get help for my lousy statistics grades, but I think I have to help you with something else first, Professor."

A/N: I am about to shoot myself in the feet after writing this byeeeeee!!!! Stay tuned to more Professor Ackerman <3 also, certain details that appear here will be important in future Professor Ackerman drabbles hehe, so please keep a lookout!!

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[amimimi]

kissing face

synopsis: tiktok makes langa a lil insecure

genre: fluff

pairing: langa x reader

warnings: mentions of insecurity and physical appearance, kissing

word count: 1.4 k

notes: i started thinking about what langa’s fyp on tiktok would look like (it would be chaotic. pure, utter chaos. that and cooking tutorials. no in between) and then I wrote a lil paragraph for sh*ts and giggles. and THEN it turned into...all of this. also, i wrote this during my study breaks so if the gramma/spelling is off, it’s because my brain is actually fried. enjoy!

langa sees all those tiktoks making fun of that face boys make before they kiss you and he’s like “ew?”

but then he tries to practice kiss in the mirror and he’s horrified because wtf wtf wtf wtf? has he been kissing you like this since you started dating him? why haven’t you said anything?

so when he’s over at your house for a studying session, the both of you sitting on your bedroom floor, you don’t notice that langa is purposely withholding from kissing you because you’re in study mode.

the timer on your phone goes off, signaling for you both to take a break. sighing deeply, you rub the back of your cramping neck and look up from your laptop. you turn over to langa, who’s eyes are glossed over from reading, his hair a mess from frustratedly running his fingers through his locks—he looks like he’s just been shuttled from another dimension.

“i’ve...been rereading the same five sentences for the last thirty minutes” he murmurs, sounding equally as dazed as he looks.

this earns a giggle from you, as you shimmy over to wear he sits. with a sympathetic smile on your face, you smooth his hair down as you coo “poor baby”, before you start giggling again.

langa, whose brain is way too fried to respond, can only stare at you, blinking ever so slowly. you settle closer to him, cupping his cheeks and langa catches your gaze dropping to his lips.

suddenly, he gets a mental image of those god awful expression he saw on tiktok and he’s shaken from his studying induced stupor. Wide eyed, langa wriggles out you grasp feeling a little bad at your confused expression.

“is something the matter?” you ask, frowning slightly. “i’m sorry—”

langa places his hands over your cheeks before you can finish your apology. “close your eyes” he says, straight faced.

you blink. “huh?” you question.

“can you close your eyes...please?” he mumbles, a lot less confident than before. he pouts a little in an attempt to conceal the fact that he’s slightly blushing (you notice).

still confused, you shut your eyes. “okay, but hurry up. your hands are cold—” you stop yourself when he feel his breath fan your face. without thinking, you inhale on instinct. it was embarrassing to admit, but you loved the scent of langa’s breath. he was impeccable when it came to hygiene, so he always smelled nicely. but you loved langa’s scent—it was hard to explain. he always smelled like mint and well, himself. him. him. him. him.

you knew what was coming next, but you couldn’t help but jump when his lips met yours—soft and hesitant. inhaling much more deeply this time, you slightly part your lips and lean into the kiss. langa hums appreciatively and you bring your hands up to grasp onto his forearms.

before you can open your eyes, langa swiftly pulls away, leaving you slightly dazed. you open your eyes to see langa cautiously staring at you.

“why...what was that all about?” you ask, trying to keep your face from twisting into a smile. you give langa’s forearms a squeeze and he drops his hands from your face, resting them on your lap.

“nothing...” langa mumbles, looking everywhere but at you.

he was obviously not telling the truth, and you knew that. but you also knew that the inner workings of langa’s mind was an enigma and if you were being honest, this wasn’t even close to being the strangest thing he’s done.

so you let it go—that is until he’s getting ready to go home.

you’re standing in the doorway, watching langa tie his shoes before he stands up straight and adjusts the strap of his messenger bag over his chest.

you grin. “that was hot”

langa blinks. “what was?” he asks, bending over to pick up his skateboard.

“when you adjust your bag like that” you reply softly, sliding your fingers over the strap before you bring your hand over his chest.

langa’s confused expression melts into a fond smile. you think he looks prettiest like this, smiling so easily with a gentle shimmer in his eye, like moonlight reflecting off the ocean.

“okay, i’ll keep note of that” he replies quietly and you can’t help but giggle at the sharp contradiction between his formal choice of words and the affectionate tone of his voice.

langa continues to softly grin as you giggle.

but then, oh shit, you’re staring at his lip again. langa panics, not wanting to ruin the moment but he’ll be damned if you see that ugly ass expression on his face before he goes in for kiss. but you must’ve seen it before right? did you notice but chose not to say anything out to preserve his feelings? did he really look like a fish while kissing you? a fish?

“all that studying must’ve fried your brain, huh?” you smile at him through half-lidded eyes, drumming your fingers against his chest. langa realizes he’s been staring at you with a dead expression and bites his lip.

langa takes the hand you’ve placed in his chest and grips it. “goodnight, y/n” he whispers before hesitating. “c-close your eyes”

the smile on your face falters as you take in langa’s tensed appearance. you tilt your head to one side. “why?”

“so...”

“so...?”

“i can kiss you goodnight”

there’s a long pause. langa’s grip on your hand has increased tenfold as he stares at you expectantly and he almost looks—nervous?

you blink, still confused, before langa reluctantly continues on.

“just...until i figure out how to fix my face...” he mumbles, eyes flitting off to the side.

“okay, now I’m really lost”

“i—” langa starts before sighing, deciding it would be better to show you. with the hand that isn’t clasped against yours, langa whips his phone from his pocket and unlocks it.

bewildered, you watch your boyfriend closely as he navigates through his phone—for what? you have no clue. off handedly, you think to yourself about how cute his expression is, brows furrowed and his lips set in a tiny pout.

“this, this” he rushes, bringing up his phone up to your face. you watch the tiktok he’s pulled up for you, in which a girl imitates the different ways boys go in for kisses.

you purse your lips in an attempt to conceal your smile, your chest jumping with an aborted giggle.

“oh, that’s—” the sentence dies in your throat when you look up at langa to see his dejected expression. “oh, no no no, langa, no. sweetheart, no”

“we’ve been dating for months—” langa mutters as you cup his cheeks, standing on your tip toes so that you’re eye level with him.

“no, oh my god, langa!” you half-whine, giggling as you try to get langa to look at you. he directs his gaze toward the ground, cheeks warm in against your palms.

“—and you didn’t tell me that I was making fish eyes at you?”

“well, not fish eyes” you offer thoughtfully and langa peers up at your earnestly. you drop one hand from his cheek to grab his forearm, raising his hand so you can examine his phone again. you rewatch the tiktok again. “your eyes don’t get scary wide and you don’t let your mouth hang open like that”

the sigh of relief langa let’s out almost sends you into a laughing fit.

“but...”

langa winces, giving a slight whimper behind shut lips.

“i mean, you do cross your eyes a little—”

langa shuts his eyes, face grim, like you just told him his puppy passed away.

“but it’s really cute, insanely hot, very model-esque!” you rush, but langa hangs his head. you fight the urge to roll your eyes at his theatrics.“there has never been a time in which you’ve looked even remotely mediocre, let alone unattractive.”

langa glances up you.

“but it’s embarrassing...” he murmurs.

“but your hot...”

“i can still be embarrassed!”

“so you agree?”

“agree?”

“that you’re hot?”

langa’s face flushes as you smile up at him innocently. “i...never said that” he mumbles, turning his face from you.

“well if it truly bothers you, we can practice” you offer, gently pinching his cheek.

“right now?” he asks incredulously.

“only if you’d like” you shrug, placing your hands on top of langa’s biceps. his heart beat quickens when you grin up at him coquettishly. “i think you kiss fine, but i can make you into a bona fide kisser if you want.”

“how long would that take?” langa questions. in his head, he imagines that it would take days—weeks, even, to scrap off the awkward expressions from his face.

“hmm,” you hum with faux thoughtfulness, tapping your finger against your cheek. “when is reki coming to take you to S tonight?”

“11:45?”

“i’ll have you done by 11:30”

langa blinks at you, cheeks slightly rosy. then, his face falls into that easy smile, the smile that you love so much.

notes: dramatic langa is very pleasing to me. this was supposed to be like, two paragraphs long but then it turned into all of this. please excuse me for any errors, i’ve been studying for midterms all day and I wrote this during my 5 minute breaks lfkgkdk@&:$:

i’ll come back to edit this!

[punchy-mchurtyfist]

Punchy my man I did install Linux Mint on my computer, and it is one of the most finicky softwares i have ever seen. My trackpad keeps breaking and locking my mouse. The Firefox UI is tiny and illegible. To fix the overscan on my second monitor i need to edit a graphics driver config file that doesnt exist. It keeps locking me out of my own files. Every resource i can find is either vague as hell or five steps ahead of where i am in Linux knowledge.

Maybe one day ill love it, but right now i am stuck at the bottom of a steep learning curve 😡

Yeh brother there's a learning curve, and there's some tweaking to be done but there's a ton of tutorials online and you don't have to do a full install right from the getgo you can burn it onto a USB with a program called Rufus or Balena Etcher and try it live without installation or use a virtual machine to try it out first, hope you didn't lose anything man. If you decide to stick with it and keep trying it out, you'll see how amazing it us but in the very beginning it's gonna feel like a huge pain in the ass before you figure stuff out. Legit when I first tried it I got fuckin mad at it, it felt like a piece of shit until I realized I was still tryna use it like Windows but it's definitely it's own beast.

[loth-caatgirl]

I got started with a USB stick running Puppy Linux on a netbook many years ago, because it was super simple and was almost Tutorial Mode Linux. After that, I tried Mint until that machine died. now I'm using EndeavorOS XFCE as my daily driver, and it's pretty dang painless.

the biggest hurdle I think is getting used to doing stuff in the command line, instead of, say, relying on an install wizard to walk through; but even that is a breeze because people love to document inputs and it can be a simple matter of copy pasting a few words in and hitting enter.

plus, ever since the advent of the steam deck, there's been concerted effort to make games run smoothly on linux

the Stages, in no particular order:

Ego Death

Transition

Linux

[cubedmango]

hi dont mind me just typing out some more loser kurosawa moments™️ from the radio drama for me to come back and read later (this is definitely not me unsubtly trying to get ppl to listen to it once again haha no way 😳)

from ep 4:

Adachi: I— I was saying, you aren’t getting carsick, are you? I have motion sickness patches.

Kurosawa: Oh, no, I’m not carsick. Though, I remember you get dizzy during long drives, so I brought some snacks. Plums, tangerine candy, mints... Oh, and the mints are lemon-flavored, if that’s what you like. If the patches don’t help, you can have these.

Adachi: ...Thanks.

more from ep 4:

Adachi: It seems like he really doesn’t want to sing...

Adachi: Urabe-senpai, why don’t we wait for Rokkaku? I heard he’s a good singer, so I’m looking forward to it.

Kurosawa: ...Who did you hear that from?

Adachi: Uh, just... Just heard some colleague mention it.

Kurosawa: Do you have a favorite song, Adachi?

Adachi: Me? There’s this not-so-well-known one... It’s called You Kiss Me for The World. Have you heard of it?

Kurosawa: I have! I like it, too! Then, I’ll go sing this.

Adachi: Huh?

and later on:

Adachi: Speaking of which, I didn’t expect you to sing so well.

Kurosawa: Did you like it?

Adachi: ...Well, everyone liked it.

Kurosawa: Then, between me and Rokkaku, who do you think sings better?

Adachi: You and Rokkaku? Of course, it’s— [gets interrupted by group of women and ends up moving elsewhere, leaving Kurosawa extremely pouty about it]

from ep 5:

Kurosawa: What is it now, sis?

Mari: Hehe, I’m gonna be staying over at yours for the night. I’ve got the spare key, but why aren’t you home yet? It’s already late.

Adachi: ...Sister? So, the one with him yesterday wasn’t an ex of his...

Kurosawa: Didn’t you say it would only be for yesterday? How long are you going to stay away from home? Isn’t your lover’s quarrel done yet?

Mari: [humphs] I’m waiting till he apologizes. Wait, where are you? At someone’s house?

Kurosawa: My friend is sick. I’m at his place, taking care of him.

Mari: Huh? You have a friend you care about that much? Ah, I got it! It’s Adachi, isn’t it?

Adachi: Hm?

Kurosawa: ...Yeah.

Mari: Oh, it’s really Adachi! See, Yuichi, your elder sister is miserable and in a horrible mood. I’ve got two friends coming over to talk with me, maybe even for the entire night. It won’t be right for you to come back and sleep in a room full of girls.

Kurosawa: ...That’s my house.

Mari: I’m in control for tonight! You should stay over at Adachi’s and take good care of him! Never do things by halves! Is Adachi next to you? Let me say hi to him!

Kurosawa: No. I’m hanging up. Bye.

Mari: Hey, wait, I said— [video call disconnects]

from ep 6:

Rokkaku: Oh, oh, by the way, didn’t you two come to work together today?

Adachi: You saw that...

Rokkaku: You guys are so close.

Kurosawa: How should I put it? Recently... I’ve actually been staying at Adachi’s house.

Adachi: ...Why do you look so proud about it?

more from ep 6:

Rokkaku: Ah, my takoyaki is ready! I’ll bring it over. I saw a tutorial online, I hope they turned out good.

Kurosawa: Looking forward to it! I've never tried microwave-baked takoyaki before. Adachi, have you?

Kurosawa: Damn it, I’m going to make food in the microwave, too!

Adachi: I haven’t, either.

Adachi: ...That’s really not necessary, Kurosawa.

[sitp-recs]

ok… but if you’re a harry/teddy shipper mostly… would you… would you rec some too? i’m lonely in my rare shop world

Your wish is my command 🙌🏼 There’s not a lot out there and I’m a bit particular about their dynamics - I like it smutty and fluffy and a bit angsty - so here are my personal favorites, hope you enjoy!

Succor by @lqtraintracks (2019, E, 500 words)

“How much this time?” Harry asks, the alcohol slowing his words. The boy beside him breathes a warm sound, inviting and soft. “Ten sickles for an hour.”

grasp by @onbeinganangel (2021, E, 1k)

Teddy has wanted Harry forever. Of course he wants to be good for him.

Not One For Subtleties by CapricornBookworm (2019, E, 1.2k)

Teddy is definitely not one for subtleties, but then again, neither is Harry.

Heat Stroke by @nv-md (2021, E, 1.7k)

When you can't figure out how to bed Harry Potter, you put your own damn self into his bed.

Falling series by @unmistakablyoatmeal (2013, M, 2k)

Snippets of Harry/Teddy set in a zombie apocalypse.

How to Resist Shagging Teddy Lupin by @lqtraintracks (2014, E, 2.3k)

Harry gives a tutorial on how to resist shagging Teddy Lupin, even when you want him so bad it hurts.

Always by @unmistakablyoatmeal (2012, M, 2.5k)

Harry would do anything for Teddy. Even this.

Beneath a Foreign Moon by @lqtraintracks (2020, E, 2.7k)

Harry visits Teddy in the middle of the night.

so slide back down and close your eyes by @lqtraintracks (2020, E, 3k)

When the magic goes out at Harry’s place, and no one can get home, and it’s cold as a witch’s tit outside… well, what else are you going to do?

Jerk: an escalation in three acts by @lqtraintracks (2018, E, 3.2k)

Teddy is a super powerful wizard but seriously can’t control his penis at all, much less around his godfather.

Simple As It Is, Complicated As You Need by @lqtraintracks (2017, E, 3.4k)

It's not something they do often, this whole 'Daddy' thing. But to be fair, they don't even have regular sex as often as Teddy would like either. It's not as though they've even admitted they're doing anything.

Mint and Apples by @drarryruinedme7 (2020, E, 4.2k)

Teddy Lupin's not-quite-wolf has chosen Harry Potter as his mate, that's all. He hasn't got a crush on his best friend's father, really. He also definitely isn't obsessed with Harry Potter's scent.

Waiting Under Vain by supergrover24 (2011, E, 5k)

Teddy wants to know how sex really should be. Harry can't resist, no matter how much he tries.

Surface Texture by @the-starryknight (2021, E, 5.2k) - background Drarry

I've drawn a hundred portraits, but none quite like Harry's. In the early hours of the morning, I lay him bare in charcoal and paper.

Everything he's ever wanted by @malenkayacherepakha (2020, E, 6k)

Teddy had hoped that a few years in Australia would be enough to cure him of his feelings for Harry, but when he returns home and gets some unexpected news, he can't stop the feelings rushing back.

True Colours by @writcraft (2017, E, 6.2k)

Teddy spent the last year running away from his feelings for Harry. Now it’s time to come home.

When It Alteration Finds by @lqtraintracks (2013, E, 7.4k)

Teddy thinks this is the way to finally get what he wants. But there is more than one way to Harry's heart.

Holding Out for A Hero by @writcraft (2015, E, 7.4k)

Even as he says no, Harry’s hands push into Teddy’s hair. Even as he protests, his lips connect with Teddy’s. Before Teddy can offer any reassurance his heart’s thumping wildly in his chest and Harry Potter’s kissing him as if there’s no tomorrow.

Shut Up and Kiss Me by @unmistakablyoatmeal (2018, E, 7.7k)

There's a reason Harry walks an extra ten blocks to go to the shops and it has nothing to do with onions.

Seven Years Gone by suitesamba (2013, E, 8k)

Seven years after his partner’s death, Harry has rebuilt his life with his friends’ help, but hasn’t managed to move forward romantically.

I'm Falling in Love (With Your Favorite Song) by @lqtraintracks (2015, E, 8k)

Harry stands there trying not to look at his own godson, this man dancing just inches away who's still smiling like maybe Harry isn't an utter failure.

Bloom by @lqtraintracks (2019, E, 9.6k)

Teddy is having problems controlling his magic. Turns out Harry can help.

Distracted by CapricornBookworm (2017, E, 10k)

Teddy recently turned 17 and he tries his hand at seducing Harry. Harry may or may not have been having thoughts about it already.

Flesh Memory by @citrusses (E, 11k)

Harry’s going to put a stop to this before it goes too far.

Mixtapes and Mistakes by @writcraft (2016, E, 12k)

Teddy has always wanted Harry, but he can’t seem to convince Harry it’s a good idea. In the end, all it takes is a long, hot summer, a year and a half of waiting and a mixtape with a magical twist.

Game, Set, Match by @writcraft (2019, E, 13k)

Teddy is smitten, Harry is lonely and tennis seems like a great way to avoid dealing with this thing between them.

Putting Out Fires (with Gasoline) by @lqtraintracks (2017, E, 13k)

Teddy stays with Harry for a summer to help him figure out his life, or maybe to figure out his own, or to seduce his godfather, or maybe to fall in love.

Until We Meet Again by hollycomb (2013, E, 18k)

Harry Potter, now considered a dangerous loner by Wizarding society, has financially provided for Teddy Lupin for the boy's entire life. Emotionally, however, he has been completely unavailable, until the summer before Teddy's final year at Hogwarts, when Teddy finally connects with his remote benefactor.

Darling, Don’t Think Twice by @shiftylinguini (2017, E, 18k)

Leaving the Aurors, and then England, after his divorce with Ginny was finalised was the best thing for Harry, and for Ginny, too ― but not for the godson who worshipped the ground he walked on.

[baggebythesea]

In a peacetime modern AU of SPOP where the characters are fans of a show similar to our SPOP, how would they engage in fandom? For example: Who would ship whom? Who would write fic or draw art? Who would write or draw smut?? Who would have a wall of theories with evidence connected by a web of threads? Who would do their own thing shipping a rare pair and who would be a card carrying popular ship shipper? Who would strongly empathise with their parallel character and who would just not get them at all? Would anyone cosplay? Which older adult would shock the young'uns by saying 'Well I wouldn't say no...' as they sip their tea from the doorway? (Obviously answer as much or as little as you like!)

Ooooh! Great ask.

Glimmer declares the show the best thing ever (because it's pink and princessy and kicks ass), and the best friend squad watches it religiously. Adora doesn't really get what the big deal with shipping is supposed to be, but she think it's neat that Netossa and Spinnerella is a couple. Lowkey ships Glimmer with Bow because she likes the idea of childhood friends falling in love with each other. Also, she really likes it when the title character gets a horse. Hangs out a lot in fandom space but doesn't really produce content, at least until Bow and Glimmer manages to talk her into writing down some of her many, many theories of how the show will turn out and just what the logistics network through the whispering woods are supposed to look like. She secretly worries when one of her posts don't get as much attention as the last one.

Bow is just hung up on poor Catra and want for her to get some love. Mostly he cheers on Scorpia, but he would ship Catra with Adora or even Double Trouble in desperation for someone to take the cat away from the hole she spend most of the series in. He takes up sewing and makes a point of cosplaying every single princess. Comments on everyone's fanfic and likes everyone's posts.

Glimmer sees a bit of herself in Catra (because she too knows the pain of having a mother who doesn't understand her). She totally ships the cat-girl with the glitter princess and writes really messed up fanfics about them. So much passion. So much delicious, delicious self-destruction. Practically drools at the end of season 4 and all the angst that goes down there. She regularly asks Bow to beta read and traumatises him badly. Gets into fan-fights on social media about stupid shit. Cosplays Catra on a con and makes out with a Glimmer cosplayer.

Angella vaguely recalls the first show from when she was young and earns some much needed mom-points with Glimmer when she digs up a mint condition original She-Ra+Swift Wind toy from a carefully labelled box in the basement. She ships Glimmer with Bow because she really likes that boy. Micah used to watch the show as a kid and had a bit of a crush on the original She-Ra. Ships Bow with Sea Hawk and cheerfully fills the hashtag #SeaBow with memes at least a decade out of fashion. Mortifies his daughter when he take them to a con and insists on cosplaying as Hordak. Ends up in the bar together with George and Lance and sings karaoke to My Little Pony-songs.

George and Lance don't really get the show but are happy to take the kids to con. Cosplays as characters from old Belgian comics.

Catra thinks the show is silly (and watches every episode passionately. Shut up. Just humouring Scorpia, is all). She thinks the Catra character in the show is a wimp, but ships her with Double Trouble because she likes it when villains get their way. Draws really good fanart. A bit of a troll on social media because its so fun to rile up people like Glimmer.

Scorpia ships Catra and Adora and cries just as much as Bow in the First One's Temple part of season 1. She is completely floored by the large, femme and kinda clumsy Scorpia character hooking up with the beautiful, beautiful Perfuma because... um... Writes really bad but 100% heartfelt self insert fanfics. Draws stick figures of Perfuma and Scorpia holding hands. Reads and re-reads her favourite fanfics until her eyes are red from crying and in the end leaves a shy little "it was good"-comment for the last chapter. Tries to work up the courage to go to a con and talk to other fans. Wants to cosplay but has too bad self esteem.

Entrapta thinks the robots are unscientific for reasons she is happy to write hundreds of blog posts about. Ships Darla with the Velvet Glove (the word 'docking' is used extensively). Considers Hordak a total hottie and draws really - and I mean really - explicit fan art. Spends her first convention on the parking lot trying to fix her Emily cosplay.

Lonnie rage-quits watching the show the moment Adora leaves the Horde but thinks Adora and Mermista should just do it already.

Kyle ships Bow with an OC named Lyle who everyone likes and no one makes fun of. Has written a ten chapter fanfic which no one has commented.

Rogelio ships Tung Lashor with Sea Hawk. His fanart can melt through steel.

Sea Hawk ships EVERYONE with Merm-iiiiiiiiiista. Runs ten different fan-events simultaneously. Mermista just ships Adora with Lonnie or whatever. They do duo-cosplay on cons, much to Mermista's embarrassment.

Perfuma ships Entrapta with Hordak, writes post after post exploring their psychosocial dynamic and is downright gleeful when it becomes canon. Spends the cons friend-momming on the rest of the group and makes sure they are all hydrated.

Frosta thinks shipping is stupid and want to see more of princesses teaming up and beating the shit out of the bad guys with the power of friendship. Also has a really detailed backstory for her OC. Only ask if you have plenty of time. Has a pretty good Glimmer cosplay.

Huntara ships Juliette with Castaspella and writes surprisingly sweet fics about them crushing on each other. Keeps order on social media.

Castaspella ships Shadow Weaver with Angella and writes fanfic that could easily be published as high class erotica. She's a really good commentor on other people's fics, giving tons of support and little constructive hints where she feels it might be well received.

Juliette has better things to do than watching a children's cartoon, but she does enjoy some of Castaspella's stories.

Spinnerella ships Catra and Adora and is just so proud when it turns out to be canon. Tells everyone who wants to listen how little representation was available in her first fandom and how far things have come.

Netossa ships Adora and Mermista and draws really hot fanart of them making out in gym showers and the like. Prefers modern aus and couldn't care less about canon as long as it gives her hot characters to play with.

Shadow Weaver doesn't ship anyone because no one is worthy of the love of Adora who is the only worthwhile character. Writes a 40+ chapter story about a badly out-of-character Adora who takes over the Horde and laughs at her enemies from the throne. Is enraged when people dare having the wrong opinion about things but can't tell them so because she feels social media is beneath her. Secretly reads Castaspella's fanfic.

Horde Prime ships Horde Prime with Shadow Weaver. She is written completely out of character in a rather insulting and sexist way. Completely insufferable on social media and insist on everyone signing up to his headcanon.

Hordak says he doesn't ship anyone because romance is silly. Cries over Adora's redemption arc when he thinks no one watches and ships her with Glimmer because he just wants to the poor, rejected Horde soldier lost in a strange land she doesn't understand to get some love and kindness.

Wrong Hordak ships Scorpia with Perfuma because love finds a way. Draws the purest fluff you'll ever see.

Double Trouble trolls social media at every turn and gleefully ships the most messed up shit they can think of. Shadow Weaver and Perfuma, Catra and Sea Hawk, Angella and Hordak, Horde Prime and Swift Wind... Also ships the characters they deem to have most dramatic potential to derail the story such as Entrapta and Hordak, Glimmer and Catra, Glimmer and Double Trouble... kinda has a low key crush on the sparkly character but denies it if anyone asks. Really good at cosplay and runs a tutorial at the cons.

Swift Wind thinks there are too few horse characters. Ships Swift Wind with Rainbow Dash.

Light Hope only ships canon pairings because by definition canon is the only thing that is valid. Writes long, convoluted predictions that she updates after every episode. She gets an existential crisis when her predictions don't pan out in canon.

Mara ships Adora and Glimmer. Still gets hot and fussy every time she thinks of the s1 hot spring scene. Wants the hardworking perfectionist to get love.

Razz write novel length stories where she ship a character mentioned in passing in an unpublished Dickens novel with her old middle school math teacher. No one has any idea what she is going on about or why she posts it in the she-ra tag, but her stories are good and she's a complete delight at cons, so she's welcome in the fandom.

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

❄️🍨Mochi Headcanons❄️

❄️ Has her own blog, called “Mochi’s sweet life”. Has over 1k followers, including Maguro and Kani.

❄️ Likes to steal from toy stores for new clothes and possessions since she’s so tiny. Has a lot of Barbie stuff.

❄️ Has her own small personal quarters/bedroom. Has a lot of kawaii decor and fashion stuff. Sleeps in a fancy compact mirror shaped like a seashell.

❄️ Likes to hang out at cold places such as ice cream parlours, skating rinks etc.  ❄️ Follows makeup and fashion tutorials. Posts them herself on her blog. ❄️ Wants to be an ice dancer but Titanium Chef says she’s way to small for that and people wouldn’t want to watch ice cream dance. He doesn’t say it out of malice, more out of sincere concern.  ❄️ Even though they clash, still loves the Legion of Low Tide and sees them as her family. Wishes they had a better relationship like the Sushi Pack.  ❄️Despite their relationship being rocky, do still enjoy some things together. Uni and Mochi like exploring wharf city, Mochi and Toro enjoy dessert, Mochi and Fugu enjoy finding the latest tech and news, Uni and Mochi enjoy kawaii stuff, Mochi and Titanium Chef enjoy making evil dessert and they all love causing chaos together like one big, villain family.

❄️ Favorite food-ice cream and flavor, mint chocolate chip, season-winter, color-cold colors, music-POP music, band Jellyfish Tinglegg. An actual band from the show she likes. ❄️ On her free days, hangs with Maguro and Kani. She and Maguro are closer but Kani and Mochi find ways to bond. They’ve both got into METAL music. Mochi is also good help with machines, learned some things from Fugu. Has tried to matchmake them together.

❄️ Likes to try to matchmake the Sushi Pack and Low Tide.

❄️ Has unrequited feels for Maguro. ❄️ LOVES Starbucks.

❄️ Gaslight to Maguro’s girlboss and Kani’s gatekeep.

Feel free to add more💖