#shockingly i did not do well in that exam!

[sanhaoche]

i wish i actually played video games instead of just watching 484974833 hours of youtube video essays about them

[astro-inthestars]

How did your prelims go Milos?

Pretty alright!!! I'd say i did pretty good like we've gotten to check two exams so far, and i got 46/50 for one, and 48/50 with another and I'm just. WHAT

[pb-dot]

This latest Adventuring Party really drove home my favorite aspect of Brennan's DMing style. He genuinely loves seeing his players succeed, even against odds he considered to be nigh insurmountable.

Let's take the Last Stand as an example. Now, Brennan made no secret out of the Last Stand encounter being very hard, and for people who do not play D&D it may even seem like he overhyped it, but from a mechanics standpoint, the CR, functionally the difficulty rating of this battle royale was sky-high. Yeah, none of the Bad Kids went down, but that is entirely thanks to a combination of excellent strategic play from the Intrepid Heroes and some choice luck.

To mention some of the game changer moves, the Scatter spell really re-defined the battlefield more favorably for the Bad Kids, the disguise self was a value proposition because it split the flying monsters, which was the greatest threat to the proctor by far, in two, functionally halving the threat to the squishy normie, not to mention dealing with the mega-mosquitos in combo with Spirit Guardians. Those little flying bastards would have been such a pain in the ass if Fig didn't bug zapper them to kingdom come. And the bless. Dear god, the Bless saved so many asses in this encounter.

This isn't to say magic was the only thing that defined the battlefield. The single-target damage dealers did some truly astounding numbers and managed their attention and abilities shockingly well. Yeah, Gorgug crit like a madman, but he also tanked like three or four non-barb PCs worth of effective HP damage without going down even once. If he had failed his saves and gotten eaten by the Purple Worm things would have gotten nasty for him, but again, the touch of luck (and bless) saw him through.

So, this is all to say that this was an encounter meant to kick the players' ass. Not an unwinnable one, evidently, but this was supposed to be a considerably worse experience even without getting into the non dice-roll exam questions. And how does Brennan react when the Intrepid Heroes put their game face all the way on, get really smart with their level 1 spell slots, and dismantle the whole thing? He's overjoyed, he's cheering for his strange adventure children, and we're cheering with him because frankly it's rad as hell.

This illustrates one nuance I feel sometimes gets glossed over about the DM-player relationship. A lot of people have talked about how Junior Year is the "Revenge of Brennan" or what have you, and I feel that kind of misses the central appeal of DMing and Brennan's style in D20 in particular. Yes, Mr Mulligan enjoys playing the heel on occasion. It's good fun to play the personification of everything going wrong and the inherent shittiness of the world, but like the wrestler heels, all that wicked charisma is meant to do one thing, and that is build up the faces, or the players in this case.

Now, the ghost of Gary Gygax may come after me for this, but I firmly believe it's not the DMs job to kill the player characters, or even to inconvenience or torment them. A good DM's job is to make it seem like they're going to kill the player characters, as to provide an environment for the players to succeed, a challenge for them to overcome. It's all one big improv exercise (or kink scene if you prefer to view it that way), where the DM derives their (near)absolute authority over the world the PCs inhabit from the shared understanding that they're going to show the players a spectacular, if not on occasion harrowing, time.

This is Brennan's biggest strength as a DM I think. He genuinely wants to make a spectacular time for his friends, and he understands that to do that he must on occasion be the monster they oppose, and on occasion he must be their breathless cheerleader. On occasion, one imagines, he must also be both.

[cupcakeslushie]

am IN LOVE with your feral leo au

the story just keeps getting interesting every time!

i love the art so much! i just wanna- AGEUGAUEGUAEGA * insert more gremlin noises *

-{ by someone who should probably study for their exam }

Thank you! Also *softly bops you on the head* I hope you studied and did well on your exam!

IT���S FERAL LEO HOURS!!!

@renmiel Honestly Donnie hasn’t really had time to process properly. After Leo, he’s the one on the team with the most medical knowledge so he’s stuck in a sort of, assess what we can fix immediately mode, hence why he’s the only one with bites, and then when Leo’s all cleaned up, Donnie moves into a denial stage and thinks with enough prodding he can sort of snap Leo out of it. Raph tries to tell him that Leo might never be the same, but for being so smart, sometimes Donnie refuses to see what’s right in front of him if he doesn’t like the reality of it. It takes him a few days to realize this won’t be a quick fix.

@imadino @blankiss2204000 @aron-has-ocs

The plan at first is really just to make him as comfortable as possible so they don’t get attacked lol. Just because they’re his family doesn’t mean Leo wont pounce and lash out if startled. So he stays with Mikey in the infirmary for a few days, listening to his little brother’s stories about when they were young, and looking at the pictures on his phone, up until Mikey’s recovered and can move around. By then the rest of the family has “Feral Proofed” the lair (i.e closed off all the places Leo could escape to and get lost, hidden all the sharp objects things like that). Then they make sure someone’s with him at all times. They make him a nest in the corner of the living room, but he’ll prowl around at night and check to make sure the lair is secure, and by the morning he can be found at the foot of someone’s bed—usually Mikey.

Once Leo’s more at ease with them, Donnie can get to work on patching Leo’s shell. He does try to make turtle noises back at Leo, but Leo just huffs and wheeze laughs at the sad attempt, and pokes Donnie in that big forehead of his. Still Donnie keeps trying and gets better. Now that he’s fully accepted the situation as it is, he’ll do anything if it helps, even if it is a bit embarrassing.

Yes that “churp” is a turtle noise. I’ve found it’s a pretty common staple of TMNT fanfic that I’m obsessed with lol.

Leo’s recovery is LONG He gets nightmares pretty regularly and it’s months before he’s even able to let his guard down, despite only ever remaining in the lair where it’s always quiet and safe. I’d say it takes Leo at least a year before he starts to resemble himself and speak in fuller sentences (though the chirps and hissing never go away). Then maybe two years before he’s able to make cheesy jokes and fight without reverting to his more savage way of fighting. Even starting off slow—bringing him only on what they think will be easy missions, can sometimes end with them having to pull Leo off of the bad guys before he causes them serious harm.

Leo isn’t embarrassed so much—he realizes he did what he had to in order to survive and make it back to his family. He’s more serious and actually shockingly calmer now, but at the same time, in no uncertain terms, he makes it clear that he thinks Raph should take the reigns back, Leo knows he’s in no proper state to lead.

@asleepyb0i one word. Klunk!!!! Mikey finds him one day a few months into sneaking out to help with Invasion clean up, but he let’s Leo hold him so much that he’s Mikey and Leo’s little fluff ball.

Leo and Draxum never really liked one another, but awkward Dad #2 does try to help when he can. Leo manages to sneak out of the lair a few times, and gives his family heart attacks every time, but they always manage to track him down, or he finds his way back, his sense of direction is one thing that was sharpened in the Prison Dimension.

GOLLUM??!! GOLLUM????! I don’t think he looks that bad off does he???? 😱

A. You’re so right. Galaxy brained!

B. @snipersiniora That’s a good way to lose a finger! No, he keeps the nails for a long while until he’s a bit calmer.

C. @snipersiniora He’ll eat anything at this point, but pizza will always be a fav!

D. You know what’s funny? While I was googling the spelling on Pepino like forever ago, just to make sure I was spelling it right, I read that there’s actually a common Spanish phrase (and please native speakers correct me if I’m wrong!) something translated like “I care a cucumber.” When you don’t care about something or want the convo to end, and I think that’s hilarious and maybe I’m reading too much into it, but if the writers knew about that phrase and having Heuso use it cause of course Leo’s green like a cucumber, BUT ALSO because Hueso didn’t much like Leo at first and always seemed to want him to go away—that’s gotta be the funniest thing ever.

E. Well…they are in a sewer….with lots of…………….rats.

F. The crack’s pretty large but not too deep. Donnie patches it before shell rot sets in (it never set in before because the prison dimension kept Leo in like a sort of stasis where his wounds healed and scarred over in a few days). He’s gotta be very careful for a few weeks, while it heals, which is a bit of a re-learning curve. Leo’s not used to his wounds actually slowing him down for so long.

G. I will say…..no. Just for possibly any future angst I might want to cause lol

H. Leo was in the prison dimension three years so he’d be 19!

I. Re-introducing Leo to Cass and Sunita, yes all good 👍. Re-introducing Leo to Big Mama, no very much bad, all out hissing and clawing!

@hapfrog @snowblossim @zowise2912 aw thanks!!

Music is a very common calming technique Donnie reads about, and then puts into practice when they need to. It works like a charm at relaxing Leo. The prison dimension was so quiet, unless it was filled with Leo’s cries or Kraang Prime cursing and screaming at him. So music allows Leo the audio proof that he’s not there anymore.

Leo’s reaction to his bale crying would be to curl up around them and protect! If there was no threat to scare off he’d focus on providing physical warmth and comfort.

Leo’s knees are probably the least of his worries, that boy’s body is so torn up it’s one big ball of pain, which he’s gotten so used to, it hardly registers. But he does have to do a lot of physical therapy with Donnie and Raph (alongside Mikey who needs it for his own hands).

Leo didn’t have to eat or sleep in the prison dimension. His body was kept in a sort of stasis—the only wear and tear was from the Kraang. He didn’t even physically age. I wouldn’t think about it too much (I know I haven’t lol) So re-eating syndrome wasn’t a challenge for him, but mentally he does have to get used to the idea of being hungry and eating. He kinda fights them the first time they try and get food in him, but after remembering how good food is—even the simple bland soup Splinter makes him, he’s a nightmare at meal time (his table manners are non-existent).

[artemis32]

Myriad • Aizawa

I kind of hate this, but also, it was fun to write - that being said, which character should i do next (after shiggy)

also, these will all be drabbles because I can't commit to fics. It just never works out

myriad masterlist

****

You were an enigma.

Aizawa, in all his years as both a Pro-Hero and a teacher, had never come across someone like you.

What was your quirk?

He'd been your teacher for nearly a whole semester, and he wasn't any closer to guessing the nature of your quirk.

The Quirk Registration Database had, shockingly, been little help. You were barely mentioned in the directory - your name was only accompanied by the vague mention of the number of quirks you possessed.

Two.

Was it a quirk passed down by one of your parents? A combination of both?

The longer he observed you though, the more certain he became that you were one of the few anomalies within society, someone who'd mutated a quirk, rather than had one passed down.

If pressed for an answer, he, quite frankly, wouldn't be able to tell what your quirk was. Of course, he had his suspicions (many of which were proven wrong), just like the other teachers and students (also wrong), but no one ever really knew for sure. And they wouldn't know until you told them yourself.

That same uncertainty that surrounded your quirk was a large part of the reason why you were paired against him in the semester's final practical exam.

With such an unpredictable quirk, the only way to truly gauge your proficiency as a hero was to take that quirk away.

It was more than obvious to everyone, teachers, and students alike, that your quirk was always active. It seemed instinctual, active without so much as a thought from you.

This time, Aizawa would test you, find out just how reliant you were on this mysterious quirk of yours.

****

Aizawa didn't curse, especially not in front of his students or fellow faculty, but he felt that, in this particular situation, it was warranted.

He'd been wrong. So laughably, terribly wrong.

Your quirk wasn't a crutch. Far from it.

He'd caught up to you quickly, neutralising your quirk almost immediately, and had gone in for the kill, capture weapon slicing through the air with a swift swoosh, and-

You'd evaded it.

Fast.

Too fast.

As far as he was aware, your quirk didn't include speed enhancements. Even if it did, your quirk was neutralised, made useless.

So why then were you so fast? How did you manage to evade his capture weapon in an instant?

He didn't have time to linger on it at that moment.

You were fast, yes, but he was faster.

Talent would only get you so far. In life, experience tended to trump talent.

As much as he hated it, he'd have to get in close.

He jumped down to street level, intent on ending things quickly.

****

He'd underestimated you. They all had.

Honestly, it was foolish of him to believe you relied on your quirk that heavily. It was clear to him now that while your quirk, whatever it was, might have been strong, your endurance and physical capabilities far exceeded even your fellow classmates.

It made him wander why you held back so much. Because you did.

The entrance exam, the USJ incident, even the sports festival - you seemed to hold back during all of it.

Aizawa didn't understand.

If your goal was to be a hero, to do well, why would you hold back?

You'd defeated him with little to no effort, barely breaking a sweat the entire time. He'd managed to wrap you in his capture weapon, with a lot more of a struggle than he'd anticipated, and it'd be pointless. The moment he blinked, your quirk had reactivated, and he'd been back to square one.

It was embarrassing - the fact that it seemed so easy for you to beat him and complete the exam without a quirk. Even your classmates had been shocked.

The only person who hadn't broken out into a cold sweat was principal Nezu, the small animal-like mutant cackling like a maniac, as if he knew something they didn't. He probably did.

****

"What exactly is your quirk?"

He'd finally reached his limit. He had to know.

Not only to satiate his curiosity, but also to determine exactly how they'd test you during the training camp. He'd held off for as long as he could, but enough was enough.

"Sensei?"

"Your quirk. What is it? Tell me."

You tilt your head, looking an awful lot like a small cat, even with that ridiculous blindfold he was certain you couldn't see through. How could someone so formidable in combat look so innocent?

"You don't know?" you ask, mouth pulling upward into a small grin.

Irritation creeps into his expression, making his brow twitch. You seemed shocked, amused, as if you'd given him any sort of indication regarding your quirk. To be frank, certain aspects of your personality grated his nerves.

You were, to put it bluntly, annoying. Childish beyond words, playful, and you often tended to tease others to the point of furor.

"No. I don't."

"Oh. Well, I have two quirks."

You speak slowly, as if using big words would confuse him.

He feels his jaw tick.

“Yes, yes,” he says impatiently. “I know. But what are they?”

“I can’t just tell you sensei. That’s no fun.”

You’re still grinning, but your tone has taken on a whinier quality, one that makes him rethink his choice to become a teacher. He feels a headache developing in his temples, fingers uselessly massaging the throbbing area as he groans.

“Just tell me.”

“Nope. I’ll give you three hints, and you can guess!”

Aizawa grinds his teeth together.

She’s a child. You don’t hit children.

Patience. Have patience, he reminds himself, sighing heavily.

You were like a more annoying version of Mic, except Mic didn’t make everything a game. You were like a toddler stuck in a demons body.

“Fine,” he sighs again, gesturing for you to continue.

You hold out your hand, holding up one finger.

“Hint number one!” you say, in a tone similar to a game show host.

“I’m like Buzz Lightyear!”

That’s… extremely unhelpful.

“Buzz… Lightyear?”

You pout slightly, flopping down into a chair opposite his desk with a groan.

“Aw, maaaan, you’re no fun sensei. How old are you anyway?”

A noise of disbelief rumbles through his chest.

“That’s not- Obviously I know who Buzz Lightyear is! I just don’t see how that’s relevant!”

That infuriating smirk finds it’s way back onto your face, and you kick your feet up on his desk while you lean back in your chair, the absolute picture of nonchalance. From somewhere inside your blazer pocket, you pull out a lollipop, mindlessly gnawing the red candy.

“Fine. Next hint then.”

You show him two fingers, head lolling back as you speak around the lollipop in your mouth.

“I’m like a dragonfly.”

Aizawa closes his eyes, a disgruntled sigh of disbelief escaping him despite his best efforts.

“What do dragonflies and Buzz Lightyear have to do with one another?”

You shrug, biting down on the hard candy, crushing it between your molars.

“Nothing.”

A toddler. An infuriating, know-it-all toddler. That’s what you are.

“Just… give me the last hint.”

You hold out three fingers.

“I’m like a combination of pi and… Hm…”

You pause for a moment, sitting up straight.

“And a sonar scan!”

“I give up.” Aizawa responds plainly.

“What?! But you didn’t even try to guess!”

He shrugs, arms crossed over his chest. “I give up.”

Your mouth pinches into a scowl, and he was sure that if you weren’t wearing that blindfold, you’d be frowning.

“Tell me, or don’t. I have no guesses.”

“Not even one?”

“Nope.”

You groan and slump in your seat, grumbling about how boring he is, and he has to fight to hide a small smile.

Okay. Maybe you were endearing. Slightly.

“Fine! You’re no fun.”

****

To say he was overwhelmed was a gross understatement.

Your quirks were terrifying. There was no other way to put it. They were powerful, and overwhelming, and just plain terrifying. You really had been holding back all semester.

When he asked why you hadn’t told anyone about your quirks, your response was simultaneously simple and off-putting.

“No one asked.”

As if you’d expected them to.

But… you had a point. In the entire four months you’d been in class 1a, no one had openly approached you and asked what your quirk was.

Come to think of it, you weren’t exactly friends with any of your classmates either. Was it because they were thrown off by your mysterious quirks or your personality? Maybe.

Now that he knew though, he felt strangely… protective of you.

It wasn’t as if you needed his protection or concern.

Regardless, he decided that during the summer training camp, he’d pay you some extra attention. Not to help you improve your already flawless quirk, rather, he wanted to… observe you. You’d piqued his interest.

[hanaruri-tunes]

Degrading Leviathan (Levi x reader)

I am BACK from my uni exams, and I’m pretty sure I passed them all so please applause this genius over here. (Or don’t. That’s fine too :')

Anyway, as promised this is supposed to be the part 2 to the humiliating Leviathan fic, but it is smut so I’m pretty sure you can also read it without any prior knowledge of the other one fuehdhd Plot is not really important here after all.

⚠️ Also, if this wasn’t already obvious -> MDNI please!

If you want to read it though, here’s the first part. (Hopefully the link works.)

If you want to jump right into this one, here’s a quick summary of part 1 (or a quick reminder for those who did read it): Basically our MC here is pretty sadistic, she found some of her "belongings" in Levi’s room and understood that he was obviously using it to touch himself, she acts like she’s disgusted and disappointed in him, then makes him do some "stuff" for her so she’ll forgive him. And all the while, she’s mocking him (Levi’s into that, of course.) It ends with her revealing that she was acting and Levi is reassured (but still turned on. Yep.)

This is the direct continuation of that! Here are the warnings: praise, degradation, two dicks, a bit of petplay (dog Levi), raw, bj, usage of tail, overstimulation (and if I forgot some stuff don’t hesitate to tell me!)

MC/ Y/N is cisfemale in this one like the first part!

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Now that the charade was over, Levi kept hanging onto you as you two were making out. This might have lasted either 5 minutes or half an hour, you're not quite sure. Slowly regaining your senses, Leviathan had naturally calmed down and turned back into his usual form and casual attire… though his dicks were still hanging out of his pants. You laughed.

"Isn't it about time you put those things away?"

Leviathan chuckled nervously.

"Oh… But I-I thought we weren't done?"

…

Huh?

"Well uh, aren't you tired? You came quite a lot… Not to mention from both of them so…"

He looked into your eyes, a pitiful air hanging around him while still holding into his wish firmly.

"No… I can finally kiss you, and touch you freely and even…"

He looked down to your skirt, under which he knows how wet you had gotten after the make-out session you just had despite the fact that you had just climaxed earlier from his tongue.

"Anyway! What I'm trying to say is- I can still go on for way longer. Probably more than you think. If anything, once is quite literally nothing now that I have you. I've dreamed of this for so long♡"

You take a pause to ponder it. It’s not like you couldn’t take him but you still wondered how you should go about this since, well, he has two of them. Plus you wanted to keep things interesting and that box you had found earlier with his "filthy" belongings had some interesting costumes. You stood up, making Levi worried that you might leave only to see him cheer back up when he understood where you’re heading towards.

"You’ve got a lot of slutty outfits in there, huh?"

You take some dog ears and a tail out of it.

"Are they meant for me or for you?"

Leviathan grins at your pick, excited and eager. He reaches deeper into the box, knowing exactly the placement of each object. He could probably navigate in it even with a blindfold on. Not so shockingly, he pulls out a collar and a leash out of it.

"Whichever is fine ehe. I even got a leash to go with it so um, y'know. We can use it right away i-if you want."

Clearly, although he had said that whichever was fine, his eyes were telling another story. Anyone could’ve seen that what he truly wanted was to wear it and get ordered around by you. Not like it was hard for you to do so might as well. You gently put the ears on him.

"Try barking?"

"Woof!♡"

"Cute. You’re the dog then."

His smile widens, happy that you picked the role for him and chose the one he wanted. It takes barely a minute for him to take his clothes off, now he’s only left with the costume and his boxers that clearly outline his cocks. You take a hold of the leash, pulling him as you walk back towards the seat where both of you were making out earlier. He follows you on his hands and knees, already nailing the role. You sit while he stays on the floor.

"Sit."

He sits.

"Look down."

He looks down.

"Paw?"

He puts his hand on yours.

"Good boyyy! So smart."

You scratch him under the chin as if he’s really just a pet.

"W-woofff…♡"

He brings his face to your legs, lovingly rubbing his head and cheek against them. Both of his dicks are already hard and leaking for you, even through the boxers it’s so apparent, it’s almost embarrassing how turned on he got from being treated like an animal. Not like he minds, if that gets you to mock him he’ll take it. Actually, he’ll take anything from you, be it praise or insults.

"Aww is baby all excited to play with me? You wanna feel good inside your owner?"

He nods against your thighs, helplessly craving your touch. Babying himself up to make you feel sorry for his poor state.

"...Alright. Stand up Levia-chan, I’ll suck you off and stroke you for a minute. If you manage to hold it in, I'll let both of them inside me."

He perks up. Had the ears and tail been real, his ears would have perked up as well and the tail would be wagging. He stands up, finally speaking like a human being. That is, if we ignore the drooling and the leash you’re still holding onto.

"N-No way?! Ha… ahhh… Sorry. I’ve gotta calm down. O-Okay. One minute. One minute, you can do this Leviathan."

He mutters to himself, psyching himself up while you’re pulling half down his boxers, taking his upper dick into your mouth and stroking the lower one through his boxers with your free hand, the one that’s not holding the leash.

He keeps his eyes tightly shut, probably realizing that if he opens them and sees your cute face sucking on his gross cock he’ll ejaculate immediately. He breathes heavily and repeats "IcandothisIcandothisoneminutejustoneminutegodplease". You retain your smile, but he’s just so cute. You count up to 60 in your head, it probably wasn’t super accurate but you’re proud of his restraint regardless.

Once you stop, he slowly calms himself down and starts breathing normally again.

"D-did I make it??"

"Yeah. Despite being such a slutty dog, good job hah."

He grins at your mocking tone, enjoying it. Then he opens his eyes, his gaze goes straight to your open legs. As soon as he had calmed down, he got excited again, seeing you ready to take him fully in. He comes closer, his hard cocks hovering over your slippery pussy and ass.

His eyes go a bit crazy for a second, as if he’s in a frenzy, or hypnotized.

"Ahh… Ahh… fuck. Fuck fuck. Really? I can put both of them in?"

You chuckle at how nervous and eager he is.

"Knock yourself out."

He starts to laugh softly, exhilarated.

"Hah. Haha… Oh my god. I’ve always dreamed of shoving my disgusting cocks into your cute and pretty pussy. I’m such a lucky fucking bastard."

He firmly grabs your waist, frankly you’ve never seen him being so sure of something. He slides them in slowly, both in each hole. You squirm and whimper under his unbreakable gaze on your whole being. Your holes gladly taking him in, your soft body, your cute facial expressions as you’re feeling better and better as he’s pushing himself in, he watches all of it so closely that it almost makes you shy.

"S-Stop staring so closely you dirty mutt."

"Y-Yeah. You’re right, I’m a dirty dog~ Please abuse me with your words some more…"

Geez, this guy has a problem… A problem that you find unbearably hot and cute.

He pounds into your holes, holding your legs up from the back of your knees, pushing them upwards, near your face. All the while you’re still holding onto the leash that is strapped on his collar.

"Come on. Please please please… I’m begging Y/N! Just a little bit."

He’s already enjoying himself so much inside you yet he wants even more, he sure is spoiled. But well, you want to see him go even crazier over you. So you do as he wants.

"You absolute gross fuck. You’re more of a pig than a dog you know? I’ve never seen anyone make such an elated face while fucking someone. You should just get over with it and serve me as a sextoy."

He submerges himself in your fake disgusted face, grinning as you’re completely disrespecting him as a human being, or, well, a demonic being. Then he happily glues his body against yours, his lips near your ears as he begs for more insulting words.

"More please, embarrass me more."

Your mind is already wandering off from getting fucked so good. It’s getting harder to think as both of his dicks are pleasuring your insides, making you pump out so much of your juices, more than you ever have. Yet you somehow manage to answer his needs.

"Y-You… You’re just a gross little fuck- A lame creepy otaku with two dicks who gets off on his crush’s insulting words. You s-sure are good at acting cute and pure while all you really are is a masochistic whore- Mmh!"

You can’t see his face but you can feel him smiling and drooling against your neck and shoulders. Suddenly, the air around him turns dark as he takes on his demon form. Completely lost in his lust and pleasure.

He sticks the tip of his scaly tail into your mouth, making you unable to degrade him any further and his pace quickens. He pounds into you harder and faster, his cocks getting ready to unload themselves into your pretty holes.

"A-And yet you’re so kind that you’re letting a lame, gross and disgusting fuck like me pump both of his dicks into you and you’re wholeheartedly sucking on his monstruous tail. Aaaaahh…~ You’re so nice Y/N, I’ll be your toy all you want! Iloveyousomuch.♡ Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou-"

Your mind completely goes blank thanks to all of your holes being filled by his dicks and tail, at this point, fucking him is like fucking 3 guys at the same time. And as you lose yourself, he does so as well. Emptying himself inside you, grinding on you over and over as he keeps cumming for a solid 20 to 30 seconds, you never even thought it was possible for someone to ejaculate for so long… Well he is a beast and a demon.

When he pulls out, his juices flow out of you for a while, maybe even longer than it took for him to cum since his loads have been mingled in with yours inside of you. He hurries over to his phone, taking pictures of you completely fucked out so he can use them later… Well, hopefully he won’t have to, since from now on you’ll always call for him when you need to use his dicks, right?

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Done! As usual please don’t hesitate to leave comments or some tags (or messages in my askbox if you’re shy!) This is tumblr, I can assure you no one will make fun of you or judge you, we’re all chilling in our trash here 🫰

[hulhudhonado]

The Souvenir Dilemma

Note: Honestly I have been so busy and I have so many posts on the back burner, but I had this one in my thoughts so much I had to put it out before the feeling went. Basically a continuation of "The Clone Thesis" so read that before reading this. This might be a bit shorter than that one though. Enjoy.

CW: Angst, clones, experiments, drugs, Mention of self poisoning and harm, death of character, mild cursing

HC: Reader is gender-neutral, does not have a vision. Clones go by it pronouns.

Characters: Dottore, Dottore Clones, Mentions of Balladeer, Nahida (Buer) and Traveller

It was like a slideshow for Dottore, watching your memories from when you were a baby to your first dissection. He scrolled through them like they were a PowerPoint presentation he needed to get through before an exam that was starting in less than an hour.

Acquiring your memories was quite an easy task for him. He had his little trip to Sumeru to get both of the gnosis and not only did he get them but he was also able to mess around with the old tech he used back in the day for the fun of it. However, the trip was exhausting. Not only did he have to sacrifice his clones but he also had to build a robot for a puppet. It was almost comedic when you think about it. Either way, he believed he should have gotten a souvenir from the trip.

That was where your memories had come in. While the Traveller and Buer were busy messing around with a husk controlling a mecha, he was easily able to meet the tree and extract what he needed. Buer wouldn't mind, would she? Of course, she wouldn't, she wouldn't even notice it was missing. Buer only knew about his clones anyway, she never mentioned getting rid of any other clones that he had created.

Now here he was, watching your memories. All he needed to do now was program it into the clone's system, and you would be back in his life as if nothing happened. It was that simple, however, he remained unmoved. He couldn't believe himself, he doesn't like wasting time but here he was, replaying your memories front to back. What was holding him back? He had some theories but he didn't like the sound of any of them.

First, it was what you currently were. Right now you were completely reborn, everything is a new experience to you and shockingly Dottore himself had become one of your experiences of first love it seems. It was his mistake of creating a clone of you so hastily without all of your components in order. So right now you were madly in love with him. It wouldn't have been an issue, he could have just reset you or made another you. The problem was that he enjoyed the current you too much to do either.

The way you were so hopelessly obsessed with him and how you would melt just by the touch of his hands. Just to make sure you continued this way he made sure to program the rest of his clones to detest you so you would only have your eyes on him.

This led to the second issue, you detested clones, even though you were technically the one who first suggested the cloning thesis. Again another fault on his part for not taking into account the consequences of his unplanned actions. He programmed the clones too well. When he got back the excitement in your voice, talking about the clones being gone almost made him cringe. Putting your memories in now would mean you would know what you had become and he wasn't sure how you would react to it, since the current you were already smashing lab equipment daily.

The last issue was the previous you. While scrolling through the memories he always seemed to stop at one point. It was the only part he would let play through without skipping. The usually sped-up memory turned back to a normal pace and he watched as you looked up from the ground to face an annoyed-looking version of himself when he was younger. It was the first day you had met him.

---

Dottore, otherwise known as Zandik, at the time, was sneaking behind the Akademiya's nose to mess around with the ruin hunters in the mountain. Specifically, the giant abandoned one at Devantaka. He assumed he was being secretive enough. That was until he saw your face down on the ground writhing in pain.

He planned to sneak past you and continue his journey. That was until you grabbed onto his leg, murmuring about a cure in your bag. Unable to shake you off, begrudgingly Dottore helped you reach your bag where you shot down two bottles of unknown substances.

"Zandik right? The guy who got suspended for messing with ruin hunters? " You slurred out, chugging another one of the bottles. You reeked of chemicals and for once Dottore was disgusted by the smell of something so strong. "Since you're alive I am going to go on my way." Dottore ignored you, brushed himself off, trying not to express his disgust before turning away from you.

"Uhh wait hold on!" You say, finally being steady enough to get up and follow behind him. "I want to hear about your discoveries!" You excitedly shout out. Dottore sighed heavily. "Why? So you can report it to the Akademiya? Piss off, weirdo." He grumbled, still refusing to face you.

You rush forward to block his path, sticking a hand out to him. "You can call me whatever, I do not care, but I do care about knowledge and research, especially the forbidden ones. " Dottore looked down at your extended hand, which you wiggled a bit. "It's called a handshake. You take my hand with yours and then you shake it." You say, a grin on your face. Dottore could only scoff, slapping your hand away from him.

"I do not have time for this. I got better things to do." Dottore tried to go past you. "Oh I know, I see what you do almost every day." He stopped in his tracks, finally looking you properly in the eyes with a scowl. "What?" He hissed. He hated your face, still smiling like an idiot. "That's right, I see you almost every day going the same path, entering the ruin hunter, messing around with its system to activate its canon. I see it all. I, however, do not know what you are doing to keep it up and running and that's what I want to ask about. " Within seconds Dottore had pushed you against a tree, a knife to your neck.

"Oof! Hey don't be so rough!" You groan. Dottore wondered if you were drunk because of all of those chemicals you had consumed, either way, he had better things to worry about. He wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty to upkeep his research, he wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of it. "Why are you following me? Are you one of those stupid spies they have to keep students in check?"

Imagine his surprise when you burst into giggles which slowly turned into full belly roaring laughter. The grip he had on you with the knife to your neck was not getting looser but you still kept laughing. He watched a slight cut graze on your neck because of it. 'Great, a crazy drunk knows about my project. Fucking great.' He groaned to himself.

"Don't worry don't worry! I ain't like that…" You settled your laughter, looking him in the eyes. He felt something click when you did, your eyes were not malicious or scared. You were excited, your eyes were shining in awe. Only someone insane would dare to look at him like that and it seemed the archons finally decided today was the day he would meet one. You continued speaking.

"…Actually, I'm also doing some illegal research." You grinned at him. His grip loosened on you due to curiosity, which let you drop down to go through the things in your backpack. You pulled out a notebook and more of the unusual bottles from it. "The area here is full of toxic mushrooms and fungi, almost all of them banned by the forest rangers to interact with and this rule was extended to the Akademiya. However I wasn't going to let them have all the fun for themselves, so I have been experimenting with it by myself and making cures for it."

You extended a bottle to Dottore, which he took. He swirled the bottle, watching the liquid glisten inside. Even without taking out the cork, he could smell the distinguishable chemical smell seeping out of it. No wonder you were on the floor when he first saw you, you were poisoning yourself. He looked back at you as you smiled at him. "If I continue this, I might make one that will make me immortal, which again is considered illegal under the Akademiya rules."

Dottore hummed in response, now intrigued. You stood up once more, brushing yourself off and once again extending a hand towards him. "Now, let's start over. Zandik, would you please tell me about the ruin hunters you have been activating?"

---

Dottore began to speed up the memories once more, he didn't plan on reliving his past. He already knew what was in store after that. How you guys almost blew up the Akademiya, how you guys sneaked into the forbidden records all the time and the first time you showed him your Cloning thesis. It was history for him which he refused to re-live.

However that was the issue, you in the memories even though you did insane things alongside him, slowly began to change. He left the Akademiya, you didn't. Your morals remained the same as before but you always refused to experiment on others, which lead to you being the one that dealt with all the experiments you wanted to do.

Dottore was certain that would be the cause of your death. Imagine his surprise when he found you had died in an accident during a storm in the desert. At that point, he was already in the Fatui and you both were slowly drifting apart, your motives too different from one another. He was certain your death would not effect him but something inside him just snapped when he found out, which lead to this entire mess.

If he put these same memories into you now, he didn't know what you would do or how you would react. You wouldn't be the doe-eyed person in love with him and for some reason, he couldn't handle that thought. So here he was once again, flipping through the memories one by one before stopping at the memory of how you both met, continuing the cycle almost like a mantra but in this situation, it was not calming him down or make him think rationally.

For once, he has stuck in making a decision and he would have continued to stay in that trance, that was until he heard footsteps nearby. He shut off the memories being displayed, reverting it into an orb, almost the size of a tablet, and putting it into his coat.

You stuck your head into the room, beaming when you see him inside. You make your way in, enveloping him in a hug which he responded with a pat on your head. "You alright? You don't look so good." You say, looking at his face. All Dottore could do was sigh. "It's just my face." He patted you once more as you continued to hug him with no plans of letting go.

He decided he was going to deal with this another day. Until then, he tried to enjoy the cold embraces you gave. He just wished for once it was as warm as the handshake you had given him in the past.

[kousaka-ayumu]

A Snake and Baker's Prey(NSFW)

Warnings: Threesome - M/M/MThreseome, anal fingering, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Caught, Semi-Public Sex,Trans Male Character

"Ah-! Gh… Mph…"

Ace moaned as Jamil thrust his cock unto his body harshly causing the ginger haired boy to scream in pleasure at the sight of himself getting fucked by Jamil. "Aw, is the little slut taking my cock seriously?~" He said seductively as he continued thrust into the gingerhead boy who was a moaning mess and couldn't responded to the dark haired boy.

The ginger haired boy thought that Jamil was tutoring him for the next exam, so that he don't wanted to make a contract with Azul, boy he was wrong.

Oh boy did Ace wish that Jamil would fucked his pussy as well. Ace looked down at his poor neglected pussy, all drooling and red, his clit throbbing between his puffy labia. Empty and untouched(Dialogue by Bunrakuza).

Jamil noticed it and smirk darkly "You wanted me to fucked your pussy as well my rose?~" He ask and the ginger haired boy nodded.

"Besides nobody was out this late, so you don't have to keep quiet about it." He said, Ace look at the and it was ceiling windows just to see it was already dark outside, full moon, they started fucking after school when the sun was still out, have they been wasting all their precious study time- “Ah!!” Ace almost yelled when Jamil jabbed his good spot again. They should've fuck each other they were in a room nobody would hear it and see it but they decided to do this.(Also Dialogue by Bunrakuza)

"Just be a little more louder my Rose."

Ace knew that the dormhead will be angry on why he is late and sent out Trey but he didn't care cause he wanted Jamil's cock so badly.

"I-I love you Jamil, I love you." He said softly but loudly "Good boy." Jamil went for another sloppy kiss as his hand moved down unto his clit a single finger brushing over his little knob, Ace's pussy throbbed against Jamil’s finger from how neglected and wet it was, the ginger haired boy needed somebody to fingering him.

"Am I intterupring something? Ace?" The ginger haired boy choked and saw Trey there standing right in front of them, Jamil's cock still buried in Ace's butt, the ginger haired boy froze they we're caught by Trey of all people, it was over for them. What if Trey was going to tell the headmaster? Would they get kicked out of the school?

"T-trey-senpai?!" Ace exclaimed shockingly at the green haired 3rd year sudden appearance"L-look I can explain-" but before he could say anything the dark skinned boy slammed his cock into the ginger haired boy's butt again, causing Ace to moaned loudly in pleasure.

"What do you want Clover?" Jamil said as he continued thrusting unto Ace who's still a moaning mess as Trey look at the ginger haired boy who look at him back, the green haired boy's hazel eyes staring at him judgementally, the tension made his poor pussy throb violently.

Jamil grinned at Trey's interest in his boyfriend "Want a finger?"

Ace jolted up at Jamil's comment "Jamil? What are you-"

"Alright." A finger reached out, tracing over the ginger haired boy's wet cunt, avoiding the swollen clit, a smile appears on Trey's face and two of his fingers dipped into him, he felt his pussy clench tightly around him immediately.

“G-gah…yes…T-Trey...feels good….” He whimpered, small tears forming in his eyes from all the overstimulation. “More…give me more- Your fingers! Please! I need it!”

The Clover looked dumbfounded at the naughty words coming out of the seemingly innocent first year's mouth, pulling his fingers back.

Jamil snickered at his expression, “Great, isn’t it? I trained him to say that, like the good little cumslut he is. Isn’t that right baby? How about you show him your cute little pussy?” He moved his arms, freeing Ace’s legs who were sore from being pulled up all this time. Holding onto his little waist now.

The ginger haired boy was free to move his arms and legs now, he was finally free to touch his neglected cunt… Although he couldn’t, he knew he couldn’t. There would be punishment if he did… “Y-Yes…Jamil…” He curled his fingers into his folds to hold them open, putting his pussy on display. The cold air hitting his fat cunt made him sob in desperation. “Trey-senpai…please… fuck me…”

He stared as the green haired 3rd year dipped 2 of his fingers back to Ace but even deeper than before as Jamil started thrusting unto him again causing Ace to become a moaning mess "Ngh~ ahh!~ J-jamil-senpai!~" Ace said as Trey dipped his finger unto Ace making moaned louder but Trey covered his mouth "Shh, we don't want anyone to hear about it." He said as both his fingers and Jamil's cock reach Ace's G spot that caused the ginger haired boy to scream in pleasure as his mouth is covered by Trey's hand.

“I’m going to come,” He sobbed, spreading his legs even wider. “I’m going to- oh, oh-“

"Just cum for us my rose."

“N-no that’s not- ah!” Ace gasped as he felt Jamil's knot push into him at once, filling him up with delicious seed.

As Ace has cummed, Trey took out his fingers, both of them kissed him. Jamil kissed the back of the ginger haired boy's neck in a snake-lile manner while Trey's was more gentle.

The ginger haired boy felt sleepy for the moment and both of them have noticed it.

"I'll take him back to the dorm."

"Sure."

Bonus:

"Trey you're back with Ace- what in the great seven happen to him?!" Riddle said as he saw Ace sleeping, carried in bridal style by Trey"He was busy being tutored by Jamil." He said.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Nice

Friendships: Miguel & Eli, Miguel & Demetri, Miguel & Demetri & Sam & Robby

This is a 6-parter--600 words total! Shockingly no prominent ships in this one (aside from some implied Samiguel).

Hey, y'all remember when Miguel admitted to Hawk that he'd cheated on Tory and Hawk immediately answered with "NICE!!!"??? Because I sure do -_____-

Anyways back in S2 Miguel was so CLEARLY not a fan of Hawk's increasingly douchey behavior, but I always got the feeling he swept a lot of it under the rug for the sake of their friendship. But had Tory not started the school fight, I got the impression things were leading up to a confrontation between them where Miguel really chews him out about being a dick to Demetri and being like. Gross and sexist in general. So these are some things I wrote for a "No School Fight" AU where that's exactly what happens!

***

“What’s your problem? Are you really that upset you kissed Sa—”

“What’s your problem?” Miguel is finally awake enough for his temper to flare up. “You congratulated me for cheating on my girlfriend! What’s wrong with you?!”

Hawk scoffs. “You land all the bitches now. You should be proud.”

“I don’t want to ‘land all the bitches.’” Miguel groans, face in his hands. “You know shit like that is the reason Miyagi-Do thinks we’re all douchebags, right?”

“Good! They should be scared of us!”

“Oh, get over yourself, Hawk. The only one taking this karate war seriously is you.”

***

“We can’t sit there!”

Hawk grabs Miguel as he starts toward where Demetri’s eating alone.

Miguel frowns. “Why?”

Hawk’s nostrils flare, like he’s considering a rant.

“Demetri joined the enemy!” is all that comes out.

Miguel rolls his eyes. “You need to stop buying into Sensei Kreese’s every word. You don’t want to get yanked around by him like Sensei Lawrence did.”

“Just because you’ve gone soft—”

“This is ridiculous.” Miguel’s had enough. “You can come or not, but I’m going to sit with our friend.”

“He’s not my—”

Miguel’s halfway across the cafeteria before Hawk can finish.

***

“Hey.”

Demetri starts when Miguel puts his lunch tray down. He turns, worry morphing into pleasant surprise.

“Not with the Cobras?”

“You’re my friend, too.”

Demetri’s expression softens.

“Thanks for returning the medal. Sam told me.”

“No problem. Sorry Hawk’s been an asshole.”

“Is he...”

Demetri glances across the cafeteria.

“Not coming. Too busy sulking about me sitting with a Miyagi-Do.”

“Okay, well, there’s something you should know—”

That’s when Sam and Robby show up. Miguel realizes he’s made a terrible mistake.

“What’s he doing here?” Robby demands.

“Miguel isn’t like the others!” Demetri raises his hands. “He’s nice!”

***

With Sam and Demetri chatting away, off in their own world, Miguel wonders if Hawk’s megadouche rants would be preferable to Robby Keene’s stony silence.

“So.” Miguel can’t stand this any longer. “Do you have Mr. Henderson for Algebra II?”

“Yeah. Seems like a hardass.”

“Had him 3rd period. Dickwad already gave us homework.”

“Hoping I can transfer to precalc.” Robby chuckles awkwardly. “Demetri tutored me a bit this summer. I got an 85% on the pre-exam.”

Miguel’s admittedly impressed. “Nice.”

Strange. After the summer’s drama, this kind of mundanity’s almost comforting.

Still, Miguel wishes his hand was in Sam’s.

***

Miguel hardly expects an SOS text from Robby Keene, but he doesn’t refuse. When he hears Sam and Demetri are in trouble, he comes running.

The Miyagi-Dos were jumped after school—Tory, Hawk, the rest of Cobra Kai. Miguel’s too late to stop the worst of Tory’s attack, but he turns the tide.

Kreese is pissed at him for opposing his teammates. Sensei’s pissed because Kreese is. Miguel will live.

He dumps Tory. He’s always given her the benefit of the doubt, but...

Seeing her looming over Sam, murder in her eyes, Miguel wonders if he was being too nice.

***

“You’ve got nerve, throwing your lot in with them.”

Miguel sighs, more tired than angry. “You’re lucky the Miyagi-Dos didn’t press charges. Sam and Robby wanted to, but Demetri begged them not to. Said you ‘weren’t yourself.’”

Hawk sneers. “And what are you, Demetri’s bitch?”

“He’s worried about you, Hawk. I am, too. You’re being an asshole, and I know that’s not you—”

“Fuck you. Maybe your bleeding-hearted ass is too nice, huh?”

Hawk shoves his way into a crowd, disappearing.

Got our work cut out for us, Miguel texts Demetri.

Keep trying, Demetri immediately responds. He’ll come around.

[totalspiffage]

Ok about dyscalcula, i khew i had Auditory Processing Disorder (APD) at 20s, and my Otolaryngologist confirmed that math could be a problem. But reading the symtphoms a lot check out (maybe not reading analog clocks, but i trained a lot for that, but i still suffer a bit) So thanks i had no idea this existed, i don't khow if i actually have of course just by hearing now, but i should look at it.

No problem!! I'm not like officially dx'd but since I have a lot of trouble with math things started to click!

Numbers seem almost like they swim around on a page, I can't remember strings of numbers unless I really really try, things just shuffle around in my head. I've always had issues in school (the timed math exams we had to do were nightmares, and I had to do so much extra studying which always drove me to tears), I can't count backwards really, so yeah it makes sense for me.

Oh another thing that stood out; I was an honor/AP student for English and history but never pursued science/math, BUT I did really shockingly well in math when we started being allowed to use calculators in every class. Physics was my favorite actually. I know how to do the operations but the calculation was the problem!

[quillsinkwell]

Sneak peek of "Breaking the Cycle" chp 2!

Sorry this took a while, my final exams came up shortly after I posted the first chapter. The next chapter may still be a while. Thank all of you for being so supportive and enjoying the Jailbreak AU, you're all so nice, and I'm glad you like the fic.

Enjoy!

(Audrey's point of view)

"What are you doing?" Henry asked.

"...I had an idea that I could use a spoon like an awl and break the glass." Audrey admitted, embarrassed.

Then Henry started snickering.

'Well damn', she thought to herself, 'I know it's dumb but you don't have to laugh in my face about it.'

Then Sammy joined Henry in laughing at her.

'Was it that stupid?' She thought.

"Yeah yeah, yak it up you jerks. Excuse me for trying to bust us out of here." She said bitterly.

Then Norman yelled in her defense (she had found that the longer she spent in captivity with him, the easier it got to discern the meaning behind his shrieks)

"You're right, you're right Norman, we shouldn't have laughed." Henry wheezed as he started to stop.

"Audrey, we're not laughing because your idea is stupid. We're laughing because- do you wanna tell her or should I do it?"

"We laugh, little sheep, because that is exactly what we attempted ages ago!" Sammy cackled.

"Wait what?!" Audrey yelped surprised.

"Well, did it work?" She asked. Maybe there was some merit to her idea after all.

"Shockingly, it did. Susie's cell is proof of that. Or as the Keepers decided to dub her, Subject 938." Henry explained.

Audrey remembered seeing the cell on the day she was captured. It, well, captured, her attention even with the pain in her legs.

The glass wall was cracked with a huge shattered hole in it and the lights were flickering.

"You've mentioned Susie before." Audrey stated.

During one of Sammy and Norman's worse arguments, she moaned out 'when do they stop?'

And to that Henry just said, 'you think it's bad now? You should have seen it when Susie was still here'

"Where did she go?" She asked

"During our last escape attempt, she's the only one who didn't get caught. But, who wants to linger on the past-"

"I do. I wanna linger on the past." She eagerly.

"Huh?" He said, caught off guard.

Then she positioned herself into sitting cross-legged and said "Tell me about your escape attempt!"

"Why?"

"I don't know, I could use what went wrong as notes for the new escape plan." Audrey said.

Plus, she was curious. And kinda nosy. But she wasn't gonna tell Henry that-

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you. Now-"

"WAIT!"

Henry conceded but was then cut off by Sammy.

"I have a ballad that I have drafted for an occasion like this!" Sammy declared.

"You have an entire song ready to pull out of your ass just in case we'd be telling this story?" Henry asked.

"Of course! Don't you?"

"No??"

"...see, this is why we all tried to kill you, Henry. You lack presentation."

Norman screeched in a questioning tone.

"Of course that's why we tried to kill him! What other reason could there be?" Sammy asked.

"wait did you say you tried to kill Henry-"

"ANYWAYS!"

Audrey was about to ask a question but Henry cut her off.

Sammy started to play his song.

"It was a long time ago...."

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Thank you @preciouslittletoonette @crowanonymous @knightinink @joeydrewstudios and @dreamwalker6500 for your support and praise of the last chapter and it's sneak peek! Hopefully I'll finish the next chapter soon, and have a good...whatever time of day it is in your collective timezones.

[babeydollx]

Can you write a fic about jj and reader dating and reader is obsessed with Harry Styles and wants to go to Harry's tour so bad but nobody wants go with her so even tho jj is a bit jealous of her obsession with Harry he offers to go with her because he feels bad (maybe he suprises her with the tickets) But it ends with jj totally obsessing over Harry, maybe even more then the reader. Just image jj being a total harry fan

Obsessed

Warnings: cursing, jealous JJ, Y/N obsessed with Harry Styles, JJ becoming obsessed with Harry Styles, fluff

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is obsessed with Harry styles and she wants to go to one of his concerts so badly but, all of her friends are too busy to go with her. Even though JJ is kind of jealous of her obsession with Harry, he buys her tickets to his concert and goes with her then eventually loves him just as much as Y/N does.

Requested: yes

Word Count: 800+

a/n: I love this request! I am obsessed with Harry Styles too so lmao.

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work

You came home from work and sighed as you gently tossed your coat onto a chair. You had been kind of down in the dumps for a the past few days. You had been wanting to go to Harry Style's concert so fucking badly but, you couldn't find anyone to go with you.

Sarah was going to be on vacation so she couldn't go, Kiara couldn't go because she had a lot of work to do for her parents, Cleo was not able to go because she was going back to the Bahamas for the weekend.

You had even asked John B and Pope to go with you but, John B couldn't go because he was going with Sarah on her vacation and Pope couldn't go because now that he was in university he had exams to study for.

You wanted to ask JJ to go with you but, he didn't really seem to like Harry Styles. Your obsession with Harry Styles made him jealous and sometimes annoyed him or upset him so, you didn't want to force your boyfriend to go with you if he didn't want to.

But that didn't stop you from complaining and ranting about it to him. His concert was just around the corner and you wanted to go so badly but, there was another issue with going. You probably would not be able to even pay for it. 

You didn't have the type of money that the Kooks has up on Figure Eight. They don't even have to worry about money, they are good for the rest of their lives. Pogues on the other hand basically have to have more than one job just to keep a roof over their heads and food on their tables.

You put your bag down and then walked into your shared bedroom and flopped down onto your bed and shoved your face into your pillow with a groan. You just wanted to stay in your room and not think about the fact that you won't be able to see the love of your life in person on stage.

While your were laying in bed with your face shoved into your pillow, JJ had came home and came into the bedroom. 

"Baby, I have a surprise for you." JJ said with a smile.

"You do?" You mumbled against your soft pillow as you looked over at him slightly. He nodded with a big grin on his gorgeous face. "What is it?" You asked as you sat up. JJ walked over and sat down beside you on the bed. He then showed you two concert tickets to Harry Styles' concert.

You gasped and then screamed before jumping onto JJ, pulling him into a bear hug. He laughed and hugged you back tightly.

"I knew you would love them." He said.

"Wait, why is there two? Who is going with me?" You asked as you looked down at the tickets in your hands.

"Me." He said with a laugh.

"Wait, you?" You asked. JJ nodded. "But, I thought you weren't into this stuff." You said. 

"Well, not really but, I'd do it for you. I just want to see you happy, princess." He said with a big smile. You grinned and pulled him in for another hug again. This was going to be the best night with JJ.

┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈

It had been a week since you and JJ had gone to the Harry Styles' concert together and shockingly, JJ loved it just as much as you did. Honestly, he may have loved it even more than you did and you were Harry's biggest fan.

Every time you both were driving out in the Twinkie, JJ would always have to play Harry Styles in the car. Before he went to his concert, he was not crazy about the music, honestly sometimes he got a little annoyed since that was almost the only thing you played.

But, it was different now. You think that JJ was more in love with Harry than you were, which you thought was impossible. JJ would always update you on news about Harry, listen to all of his new songs first, always look at his Instagram page, buy his merch, he was truly obsessed. 

But, you didn't mind. You were glad that your boyfriend enjoyed the same music as you, even if he may have had more of a passionate for it than you did.

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed this blurb!

Taglist: @gillybear17 @rafesrings @my-baexht-ls @smokingbeersdrinkingweed

[quinloki]

Ramble ramble

Just 1000 words of a possible opener to a self-insert isekai Marco/sona story.

I might change the perspective, but I like the idea of an omnipotent 2nd person that’s just mostly focused on the OC’s point of view. (I also don’t want to start writing first person and screw up mid-work on all my reader inserts, so here we are xD )

Their name will be Quill, and their hair is white, because I like that look and so I’mma use it.

I didn’t edit a damn thing, this is just me distracting myself so read at your own peril. Fully safe for work (for now).

Your head hurts and your body’s sore, and none of it makes sense. You shouldn’t feel anything - you died.

You remember dying, spending the last few moments in a hospital bed, the steady beeping of the monitors slowing. Your body gave way to the march of time and that’s all there was to it.

It was a good life, a long one full of people and laughter and good times. Some of it hurt terribly, and some of it you could’ve done without, but against the odds you had lived.

Right up until you had died.

You had.

You were so sure of it.

Soundlessly you opened your eyes and looked around carefully. The room was bright with sunlight, wooden and smelling of disinfectant and salt. The subtle scent of oak or maple tickled the back of your brain and the design of what you could see looked uncomfortably familiar.

You were too disoriented to really hone in on what it was, but your entire thought process snapped to a halt when you realized that you had shifted.

Not because you moved, but because the room had.

The subtle sway took a long moment to happen again and with a terrible sinking feeling you realized you were on a ship.

The salty smell was ocean air.

The boat was wood, you imagined, since the room was, and you turned your head to get a better look.

Despite the crisp clean scent there was no electricity in this room. Aside from that it looked like a well stocked recovery room. Not a place you’d want to have open heart surgery in, but you’d be sure a broken bone could be set at least.

Wincing against the soreness in your limbs you sit up. Nothing hurt in an alarming way, and you weren’t dizzy. Groggy, maybe, you could probably still nap a little longer, but you’d thought your sleep was to be of the eternal variety and now your curiosity was stoked about your situation.

You were in a simple linen shirt and pants. You looked over your body and came to realize you weren’t in your body.

If this was your body, you didn’t have any memory of it. You were short, muscled, missing scars and other marks you knew you had. Your skin was tan, and your hair was almost shockingly white.

You ran the strands between your fingers, marveling at it a little. You were most certainly not in your body. Eighty plus years of life had left its marks deep in your skin and soul, but this body was new.

New bodies healed a lot faster, and you swung your legs off the side of the bed, or the exam table turned bed, and hopped down onto the floor.

You could feel the slow tilt of the ship more now that you were standing but it wasn’t making you queasy. That was a welcome sign. Whatever body you’d been dumped into you weren’t in some poor schmuck that got seasick.

You looked around the room, looking through drawers and opening cabinets. You didn’t move anything or take anything, it seemed wrong to just wander out of the room too, so you did your best to stay put.

Bandages, medicines, syringes, sutures, tools for doing wellness checks. It was a fairly typical setup. If not for the lack of electricity you’d almost think you were on a cruise ship.

You didn’t know, technically, who you were, or where you were. But your current body was intact and you weren’t restrained, nor were you surrounded by blood and bodies and bars, so you felt pretty relaxed. You were on edge a little, wondering when the door was going to open, but you had been left on your own long enough to sate your curiosity and climb back onto the exam bed table thing.

You decided to look out the window and realized you had a decent view of the deck, or the small bit of it that ran down the side of the ship. You couldn’t be more than a storey up from it.

You noticed someone approaching and felt the blood drain from your face. The man was massive, not just 7’ or something but eye level with your window vantage point. He had to be over twelve feet tall easily. It was an impossible height, and despite the obviously kind smile on his face as he noticed you, you fell back into the room and slammed the shutters closed, nearly falling off the makeshift bed in alarm.

Your mind reeled at the possibilities, but you weren’t left to your thoughts for long before there was a knock at the door. You tried to say “come in”, but no sound left your mouth.

The air passed your lips, but you couldn’t make a peep. Panic rose up in your throat, had you ever been able to talk? Was this body mute? Would you be able to communicate in this world? What if you couldn’t write? What if none of this was real and you were dreaming the last few moments before your brain died?

Were you still actually dead? You felt so full of life you didn’t want to die, not again, not yet! This wasn’t a dream it was too detailed, too coherent, it had to be real! It had to be and -.

The door opened and you collapse to the floor heaving in big gulps of air as the rising panic and fear over takes you entirely.

Someone kneels down near you, a calming tone, a soothing timber. You like the sound, something is familiar in it, but you can’t make out the words. He shouts for someone, turned away from you for a moment before you hear that even tone turned toward you again.

Large firm hands grip your shoulders and pull you up. You can’t believe what your eyes are seeing but the extra information is enough. You can’t take anymore and hurl onto one strappy sandaled foot before passing out.

[madison-tourmaline]

I dreamed that England's soft takeover of most of the US's social systems and infrastructure was well underway, and that I was haplessly being drafted into a somewhat militarized new “British space program”. They gave me a cursory physical exam outdoors in what amounted to a reclining dentist chair and immediately set in on perpetrating unknown surgical procedures in a nearby room. After what felt like a few minutes I woke up and was handed both my feet.

This was fascinating and i relished in my first tussle with what my dream insisted was a phantom limb sensation. Consciously knew I had stubs but I found in my dream I still had the stamina, balance and force of will to hobble the meter or so to the lightswitch and then back to the medical bed and comforter. This seemed unrealistic but useful. Still, I knew I'd need to get prosthetics, and the options flashed through my mind.

When I'd been wheeled outside again, Wess came over and asked me how it had gone. I exclaimed, “I need a chair!” and then “I'm going to need those things... um. Prosthetics! They took my feet off. I'll be fine. I'll be fine.” Shockingly close by, from behind a nearby building, I could see a launching black-and-white space shuttle and tapped Wess on the shoulder to show them. “Oh, it's the British Space Program,” they remarked.

I dreamed later on that I woke up and found both my feet still attached. I explained to Wess that I'd luckily dreamed the whole thing, and wouldn't need prosthetics after all.

Later I dreamed I was wandering a party. Someone was passing around a long and slender vape pen. I waited nearby while someone else figured out how to use it. “Which end do I-” she started, twitching it over from end to end and looking closer. One end was tinted brown like a cigarette. “Oh, this has like a little button on it, wow.” Sure enough, it did. Next to her, another person spelled out the tacit knowledge: “Hold the button down and wait a second for the beep, then once it beeps and starts making noise just breathe in and get a good lung-full”. The partaker did so and passed it to me.

After wandering back to a seat I wrote down the steps on a piece of paper. I made a note that such a device could be obtained for free under the new healthcare system, but scratched that part out after realizing that this kind of vape was considered recreational and was not provided for.

[quibbs126]

Alright, I finally got around to doing this, so here’s my Great Ace Attorney oc, Engel Karma, the ancestor of the von Karmas and the first of them to go into prosecuting

The 1st one is the one I did this morning, and the 2nd is the original I made

(More info under the cut)

Oh right, note about Engel’s gender, so basically when making the character, I was unsure what gender to make them, so I made up this thing where no one in universe knew his gender either, and he wouldn’t say, so they just assumed their gender, and it’s different for each character (for example, van Zieks thinks Engel is male, while Kazuma thinks she’s female), and it’s never actually addressed in universe. I asked my friend what I should do and they said just keep it as is, so yeah. Engel’s gender is whatever you want it to be. For the sake of consistency, I’ll just use he/him for now

Oh yeah, I remember one thing that made their gender a question was the fact that Engel has an unusually high voice, even for his age

He was based on this piece of van Zieks concept art I found

So backstory time, his father was the original “Karma”, aka the family who took on the name of Karuma. He was a street rat back in Germany who would always steal to get what he wants/needs, but eventually he ticked off a few too many people and he had to escape onto a ship leaving Germany, which ended up going to Japan. There he started to go back to his habits, until he ended up meeting the Asogi clan (he might have stolen from them, or he just encountered them, I’m not sure) and they ended up taking him in as a student, and his experience with them was so profound that he wanted to change his ways and atone for his past mistakes, and to symbolize his change and to honor the people responsible for this new outlook, he took the name of their clan’s sword as a family name, and he went back to Germany to start a new life there. He was able to make a decent living back in Germany and settled down to start a family, though his past as a thief was still known

So years later, Engel grows up on his father’s philosophies and desire to pursue justice, and decided the best way to do this was to become a prosecutor. Unfortunately, due to his father’s previous reputation, not to mention his own sort of poor status, as well as his age, he was unable to get anyone to take him on as an apprentice. (Apparently in Germany you have to study under a lawyer for 2 years before you can take the bar exam. I know Ace Attorney doesn’t necessarily follow actual law but I just wanted to use it) So, hearing of the prosecutors in England, he decides to head over there to find someone to study under

He’d show up sometime after DGS 2, and basically how everyone meets him is just him breaking into the High Prosecutor’s Office, demanding for someone to take him on in German. They’re basically like “who’s this weird German child??”

Now, in terms of his language skills, he speaks very poor English. Basically he’s at the level of a high school student who took a year or two of a foreign language, so he can somewhat survive, but he will most likely switch back to German. He gets better over time. However, as everyone later discovers, he shockingly speaks great Japanese. I also like to think van Zieks knows some Japanese, so I think it’d be funny if between Kazuma, van Zieks and Engel, the language they use to communicate is Japanese.

He eventually gets taken under the wing of van Zieks and Kazuma, and once he becomes an official prosecutor he looks more like that concept art. He becomes very successful back in Germany, reaching a very high societal status, and as a nod to van Zieks, he adds “von” to his surname.

Oh yeah, in terms of his place in the family, I’d say he’s Manfred’s grandparent

So yeah, I think that’s everything

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cw amber heard/johnny depp trial

as someone who reads a lot of medical records the thing at amber's cross yesterday when depp's lawyer asked her to read from a doctor's note about her that said it was of a well-nourished male is interesting bc i bet it actually WAS her record BUT it shows (as Amber herself pointed out) that the doctor who did the exam was being v sloppy & most likely just copy + pasting instead of taking fresh notes during the exam (which is something that happens A LOT). So aside from everything else that was a real amateur hour move from depp's side, bc now all they can do is clarify that it WAS amber's record but the doctor made an significant mistake, which calls the rest of their observations into question, OR they can say THEY goofed and produced a record that wasn't amber's, which makes them look incompetent at best and straight up deceptive at worst. Like, honestly SHOCKINGLY bad lawyering there, unlikely to tip the case either way but really a counter to the idea depp's attorneys are fantastic or something.