#the light behind your dookie

[amuyyi]

unfiltered y/n .

synopsis; two drabbles of y/n being the oldest of newjeans, yet arguably the most chaotic and childish. 21 year old y/n who's very gen z coded and borderline chronically online from a young age.

trope; platonic! newjeans x f!reader, just danielle + hyein bc im lazy

wc; 1.9k

cw; n/a

a/n; guys i think i fr forgot how to write erm so sorry this is dookie but i needed to write something lighthearted to keep my sanity even tho writers block is real rn thumbs up emoji ... also y/n is just me again LMFAO

Humming, your eyes glaze over the Phoning chat. You and Danielle sat comfortably within your practice room, the younger girl joining shortly after seeing you had started a livestream. There was no particular reason for this stream, you simply felt like entertaining your fans for the day. Throughout the livestream, you and Danielle simply talked, being some of the most social and extroverted members of Newjeans, it wasn’t hard for you two to popcorn different topics from one another.

“Did you ever read Warriors?”

“What, that book series about the emo cats?”

“They’re not emo– well…. Actually…”

Both you and Danielle burst into a fit of giggles as you tried to explain the lore of the Warrior Cats series, which then went into you making a powerpoint on why your company should allow you to have a cat in the dorms, which then went into a conversation about how you guys wanted to decorate your ideal home…

When you and Danielle were put into a room together, it almost seemed like you two fueled each other's energy in a never ending cycle. Still, as your laughter dies down, the pair of you decide to just chill, even for a moment. Your attention gets drawn back to the comments whilst Danielle aimlessly scrolled on her phone for a bit.

“y/n, who are your favorite kpop artists??” You read out loud.

Your eyes light up at this question. Before becoming a trainee, you were a die hard fan of many groups back when you were younger. Honestly.. You were a bit of a chronically online kid, despite your social tendencies. Back in the day, you ran a kpop stan twitter, and are well versed in the new vocabulary of online meme culture… as embarrassing as it was to admit the more you thought about it. 

After reading the comment, the mischievous and playful glint in your eye was impossible to ignore, and Dani seemed to pick up on the shift in energy. Shooting you a suspicious glance, you decide to speak up.

“Ah there are so many groups I love… But.. I’d have to say Red Velvet and LOONA...!”

It was an innocent enough answer at a glance, but to some, the underlying message behind it was glaringly obvious.

Almost immediately after speaking, in the most obvious and not discreet fashion, you freeze, arching a brow making a curious looking expression at the camera as you pucker your lips. It was undeniable that you were referencing an all too familiar meme within the LGBTQ community.

Honestly, you were never one to shy away from your sexuality. You were lucky enough to know who you were from a young age. (All of your odd childhood crushes practically spoke for themselves. Rain from the movie Spirit, for example. The horse.) 

It wasn’t long before the girls caught onto you, and they have been nothing but supportive since. Oftentimes they would tease you over your clinginess with your other members, or how you’d very publicly fawn over other female idols, while nearly all of the light drained from your eyes when approached by a man. 

In hindsight, it was a surprise that they didn’t catch on sooner. The way you acted so stiff around male idols when forced to do Tiktoks with them, or how you never entertained their advances. However, it seemed like Some fans did seem to notice faster than your own members, and deemed you “Irene's daughter” as a result— a title in which you wear with pride, might you add! 

That wasn't to say you didn't have your own hardships and struggles with your sexuality at the same time, though. Of course, being a part of one of the biggest kpop groups of your generation, you couldn’t express your sexuality publically. Not yet. It was too risky. A large chunk of your fan base consisted of straight men anyways… Potential backlash would be detrimental. You didn’t want to drag the others down with you. Not when you guys have so much ahead together.

So you keep your head low, put on your best smile, and focus on your members.

….Until moments like these, of course.

Eyes practically boggling out of her head, Danielle bursts into laughter, shoving your shoulder with one hand while she covers her face with her sweater sleeve.

“Unnie…!” she scream-whispers, baffled by your words. Of course she knew what you were hinting at, she didn’t live under a rock her whole life.

Seeing Danielles reaction only seems to egg you on though. What? You weren’t saying anything explicitly queer. Only the people that mattered would know. Worst case scenario, you’d be in some odd rumor or speculation that had no real evidence to back you up. Maybe you’d be seen as an ally. Humming once again, you pretend to think.

“Though if you want to know about male artists….” You take a significantly longer time to answer this as Danielle is left a giggling mess next to you. She seemed almost a little distressed through the laughter, but she trusted you.

“I would probably say I like EXO and Shinee the most.”

Once again, you make that damn face, and Danielle throws her head back in hysterical laughter. She grabs your shoulder and shakes you around, whispering quiet scoldings into your ear as you snicker, feigning an innocent look as the chat practically blows up.

[cha3wonz] – HELLO???? [kaheii] – y/n blow a kiss if u like women [luv__newjeans] – okay ally

Unsurprisingly, clips of your shared live with Danielle went viral. Many stan accounts on twitter began to speculate that you were queer, whilst others fully embraced it. Your favorite posts were the edits of you with the rainbow flag followed up by a question mark. It was all too good.

Honestly, you didn’t even think it was a big deal. You didn’t pay much attention to other male groups– you never did, really, but when you looked at the new incoming generation of boy group members… They practically had the whole pride parade following them. 

There were a few minor articles about you here and there, but you were mostly off the hook.

Danielle lay sprawled across your back whilst you lay on her bed, scrolling through Twitter aimlessly as she laughs at the comments on your recent instagram post.

“It seems that your fangirls can't get enough of you, lovergirl,” she teases lightheartedly as you wiggle beneath her weight, giggling.

Maybe one day you’ll share the news to your fans, and maybe one day they won’t even be surprised. But you’re glad to have what you have now. Just you, your girls, and your ever growing folder of queer y/n memes off of Twitter.

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Hyein was in the middle of a solo livestream within her bedroom, lying comfortably in her bed as she showcased various articles of clothing she had bought with Hanni the day prior.

The livestream was going well, peaceful as Hyein makes her way through several t shirts, sweaters, pants, and skirts of all colors and styles.

Right when Hyein was about to reveal her favorite article of clothing from the haul, loud, almost desperate banging rings throughout the room. An almost pathetic sounding yelp of surprise erupts from the girl before she curiously glances at the livestream. 

Leaning forward, she whispers to the camera, “I think… I think there's a creep trying to break in…” 

Suddenly, the door bursts open, with a very flustered and irritated y/n tumbling in shortly after. iPad in hand, you collapse into the bed next to Hyein

“Guys, guy, GUYS. The theme was scene!!! What the hell is this?! Look at THIS versus MY outfit!” You exclaim almost a little too loudly as you shove the ipad in front of the camera. Failing to focus on your screen properly, the viewers simply saw a bright white square as you groaned.

Baffled and still a bit in shock, Hyein speaks up, “Unnie, it's really not that serio–”

“This is bullsh–” You cut yourself off as Hyein snorts loudly at your near slip up. Clearing your throat, you grip your ipad a little tighter than needed, trying to calm down.

“This is unfair. And you know what's worse? Its probably some nine year old with their friends voting for them behind the screen!” You whine out dramatically. With how upset you were getting, it wouldn't be surprising if this genuinely was the one determining factor that would either make or break your night.

Hyein couldn't bite back the amused laugh at your seriousness. 

You took your games pretty seriously. Even if it was roblox. There was something familiar and comforting about it all, really. Lighthearted games like this  played a major part in your childhood— which was, of course, abruptly cut short once you became a trainee at age 14. Now that you were an adult with a job as an idol, you could buy your own robux, buy your own gamepasses and items… and most importantly, stomp on little kids in-game. You were here first, after all.

“Unnie, aren't you like, 21 years old? Don't you think you’re a little too old to—“

“And don't you like— what, 12?!” You shoot back without even missing a beat.

A brief, yet suffocating silence passes as the both of you stare at each other, wide eyed. Never in your years of knowing the younger girl have you ever been so.. sassy to her. You were the oldest, after all. It was your job to take care of her.

Almost instantly, you drop your ipad and tackle the younger girl in a hug, crying out, “BABY HYEIN!!! IM SORRY…!!!”

Hyein on the other hand, was not as reciprocal to your attempts at apologizing. Upon being tackled, half of the air in her lungs practically got knocked out of her, and she finds herself tumbling backwards into the blankets below. Instead of accepting your obviously very real and very distressed apology, she began struggling to wriggle out of your grasp as she yelled out, “NO! LET ME GO UNNIE!! LET ME GOOO!!!”

Though the youngest towered over you by over half a foot, your grip on her was borderline deadly. Squeezing your arms tightly around her neck in an attempt at being soothing and sweet (you werent) you scream at yourself, rocking her back and forth. 

“I'm so STUPID im SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY I JUST WANTED YOU TO PLAY WITH ME.”

Incoherent screams and movement was seen from the livestream for about 5 minutes before Hyein tapped your arm, giving in.

“Fine, fine..! I forgive you unnie, just let me go…!”

The moments following Hyein’s acceptance of her fate seemed to actually go by pretty smoothly compared to the chaos that had just ensued a few minutes prior.

Laying in bed together, the two of you played dress to impress while on the live, occasionally interacting with the viewers, but mostly focusing on winning the game. A comfortable silence passes, the only sound being nails against iPad screens.

The pair of you would proudly showcase your creations to the camera, and shared mutual frustration when neither of you would even place despite the immense efforts you put into your outfits.

“I swear to god Hyein, I’m gonna buy both of us VIP and we’re gonna leave these girls in the dust…”

As you prepare to go up for your final round of the night, Hyein suddenly perks up.

“Oh look, unnie! This outfit is actually pretty good…”

“Huh? Oh!! You're right! This is super pretty…”

“…”

“…”

“Two stars?”

“Two stars.”

[ilyhaitanii]

a for effort - ft. sylus (l&ds)

nsfw. v loosely based on that one card where he’s cuffed on the chair. slapping and hitting, shoving (sylus is shoved), lots of teasing, spanking || a/n: i have never written about hitting and what not before so sorry if this is literal dookie. i wrote this with my clit no thoughts just sylus tied up

sylus’s collar truly is an interesting addition to his wardrobe. you watch as he locks the choker in place, the thick black leather shining under the dim lighting of the basement. you often do wonder why he wears it— such an accessory is such a contrast to his dominant personality.

you hook a finger under his collar, tugging the strap towards you with the curl of your finger. sylus lurches forward, a sharp breath escaping his lips. you can feel the hardness of his crotch pressed against your knee. sylus stops himself from bucking into you, desperation seeping into his veins. you coo down at his expression, receiving a glare back.

“we should do this more often,” you chuckle, watching as his eyebrows knit together in frustration when your knee rubs deeper onto his bulge. sylus feels his cock throb when you dig your nails into his scalp, tugging his head back, yet the base of his neck forward with your fingers still flexing against his collar.

“oh yeah?” he inhales deeply, borderline whimpering at you rubbing against him. “why’s that?” you finally let go of his scalp leaving a dull throb behind. sylus and you are both aware he could easily escape out of his handcuffs with the slight twitch of his finger. but it’s more fun when he plays along with your antics— the little hunter finally chasing the wolf.

“i think i like you running your mouth under me than on top of me,” its a cheeky remark you make as you settle into his lap. oh how sylus wishes to place his hands on your hips and feel the skin under your tight dress. speaking of your dress, the material rides up your body showcasing your bare thighs making sylus let out an involuntary groan. your hands rest on his shoulders, exploring the area of his bare chest.

sylus is eyeing the small, yet lengthy flogger that rests in your left hand. with your right hand you squeeze his cheeks together, watching sylus’s face grow grim.

“you’re not the best tamer, darling.” you pout at his words, tilting your head.

“why not? i think i’m doing good. you’re quiet and clearly needy.” you press your clothed cunt against his bulge eliciting a moan from the man. he leans forward to bury his face into your neck, biting and kissing the sensitive skin. you try your hardest not to flinch at the feeling, but you clench around yourself when sylus’s tongue darts out to lick your collarbone. finally, you hit him on the cheek with the flogger.

he pulls back, resting leisurely in his seat. that stupid smirk on his face isn’t helping by any means either. you truly never had any control. he simply just allowed you to believe that.

“you could hit me harder,” he smiles, tilting his chin up. he beckons you to hit him again. and you do just that. you raise your hand, the flogger swaying in motion. you finally jerk your wrist, slapping the object right onto his cheek. the sound echos around the room and you almost panic until you feel him throb underneath you.

“there we go. come on, give it your worst.” sylus leans forward to capture you into a kiss, but you back away from him after biting his bottom lip hard.

“brat. i didn’t say you could do that,” you stand with your hand on your hip, the flogger staring at sylus. he smiles as a drop of red falls from his lip.

“what are you going to do about it,” sylus eggs you on, somewhat encouraging you to keep going. a silent praise: you’re doing great.

you take a few steps forward, your heels clacking against the stone of the chamber. sylus looks up at you, crimson eyes glowing in the darkness. your drag your palm down his chest, getting down onto your knees. you place the flogger down on the floor, using both hands to rub up and down his thighs. sylus looks down at you with a confused expression that quickly shifts into something akin to pleasure.

your hand palms at his crotch, his hips bucking into your hand. you lean forward to press kisses on his body, looking up at him with your pretty eyes. he grits his teeth at the sight. your teeth catch onto his zipper, dragging it down. as your hand reaches out to touch him, you stand up.

sylus lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, borderline disappointed. he lets out a breathy laugh,

“did you have fun down there?” he tries his best to act as if his dick isn’t throbbing, begging for him to do something about it. but sylus plays your little game, allowing you to get more comfortable with the change of roles. you’re slowly adjusting, learning how to do this.

you circle around sylus before standing behind him. your hands toy with his hair for a moment, before peppering kisses on his nape. your hands find purchase on his shoulders.

“you’re being far too kind, darling. do you not have the courage ? or are you simply not made for this, hm?” sylus irritates you with his words. your nails dig into his shoulders. “i think,” sylus mumbles. “i think you were meant to be under me only, isn’t that right? that’s all you can do, huh?”

you furrow your brows before shoving him onto the floor. he falls roughly, the sides of his shirt tearing. however, sylus could care less. this is exactly what he wanted— what you needed. you needed the stress relief, to let loose a bit.

you straddle his hips as he lays on the floor, hands still cuffed under him. you tug at his collar sharply before smacking him across the face with your own hand. he lets out a breathy moan at the pain, throughly enjoying this.

“i wouldn’t have that much attitude considering your position right now.” you glare daggers at him, pulling the collar more roughly. “watch your tone.”

sylus just chuckles in response, but he watched you lose your confidence when you notice the slight cut on his shoulder. perfect timing.

“as a tamer,” sylus speaks. his thighs go around your hips, flipping you over. “you shouldn’t be so stingy.” he manages to scramble out of his restrains, grabbing the flogger from your hands.

he’s had enough of your back and forth antics (in other words, he’s been slapped around enough. your turn.) he’s not very patient when it comes to your body. a fire burns in his body for you— a deep rooted desire to consume you, bury himself in you.

you let out a sharp yelp when he roughly beings down the leather against your ass. you claw at the stone flooring, pain writhing through your body.

sylus adjusts your dress to be bunched up around your waist before using his heavy hand to land a few more blows on your poor skin. he focuses on the sitting points, making sure to rub the irritated skin before striking you multiple times more.

his fingers dig into your soft flesh hard enough that you cry out. no matter how much you try to run away from it, he follows you and drags you back to his lap.

“look at you. like a duck to water. you take this so easily.” your sitting area was already burning from the first hit, but sylus decides to rapidly fire multiple more slaps. he continues to being his palm down to your shuddering backside, unrelenting no matter how much you beg.

“you need to learn how it’s done properly, pet.” he presses his chest to your back, pulling his cock out of his pants. “a few mere slaps to the face isn’t enough to tame me,” sylus’s fingers dig into your hair, tugging you backwards. you cry out, scrambling under him. he slides your panties to the side, watching you drip all over his fingers. you’re embarrassingly wet.

with your head tilted back you’re able to see his sharp features looking down at you. he’s so calm and composed you wonder if those expressions you saw on his face previously were fake. he’s so put together, theres no way that was the same man. his eyes glow red, piercing into you.

“and i wouldn’t mind spending all night with you.”

© ilyhaitanii - do not repost, translate, plagiarize

[tomssexdoll]

OKAY HERES THE SECOND ONE HOP OFF

so you and bill are in his car and got into a bad argument on the way home. it was about the party you and him just went to and how he was constantly talking to other girls. but how could he not? he’s a worldwide superstar. eventually the argument goes silent and bill speeds into an empty parking lot. “get in the fucking back” he says and you look at him with pure confusion. “did i fucking stutter? get in the back and take your panties off” WOOF WOOF WOOF and you’re wearing a dress so once you get in the back you just hike your dress up and slide off your panties. he crawls into the backseat with you and puts your legs on his shoulder. “you’re so fucking bratty. can’t just trust me anymore, huh? gotta fuck some sense into you” i came so incrjejdifiti hahhejHEHWS anyways. then ofc he fucks you and the car from the outside is SHAKING LMFAO. and he puts his hand on your neck, not to choke you but just lightly to show possessiveness 🌚🌚🌚🌚 “fuck, prinzessin, so wet f’me”

okay there stop harassing me 😡

ofc my pookie lookie dookie

jealous jealous girl

PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Y/N is jealous from Bill constantly talking to girls at this party, you start an argument with him while driving home and then he snaps, ordering you to the backseat A/N: hi blair WARNINGS: yelling, arguing, dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), degrading, light choking

"You always fucking do this Bill! Always talking to other girls" I raised my voice. Me and Bill had gotten into a very heated argument, it started when Bill wouldn't get his attention off random girls at the party, forcing me to be left alone at the drinks table.

When we got into the car I instantly confronted him, and of course it exploded into the heated argument we were currently having, his jaw clenching and hands clenching on the steering wheel.

"I can't talk to my fans? I cant talk to people?" he grunted, "it's not that Bill, it's always girls you're talking to!" I sighed heavily, he was obviously not getting my point. "How is it my fault that most of my fans are women?" he yelled, slowly picking up the speed.

He wasn't wrong, how could he not be talking to other girls? He was a worldwide superstar..But it still made me fucking furious, other girls talking to him, flirting and batting their eyes, purposefully showing their cleavage, not like there was much to show.

"You are so fucking controlling!" he screamed, "controlling? CONTROLLING?" I yelled, turning to face him, "you make me fucking crazy! You always do shit like this!" he took a harsh turn, softly flinging me into the door.

"For fuck sakes slow down!" I complained, "oh shut up! Just fucking shut up!" he yelled. I just decided to leave it at that, not bothered to deal with his bullshit any longer.

Suddenly he sped into an empty parking lot, the car stopping with a loud screech. "What the fuc-" "get in the fucking back" he cut me off, staring directly at me, his eyes intimidating. I couldn't say a word, shocked to my core and utterly confused.

"Did I fucking stutter?" he snapped his fingers at me, "get in the back and take your panties off, now" he said sternly, his tone scaring me. I decided to be a brat, show him how pissed I was.

"No." I said coldly, crossing my arms. He chuckled, "no?" raising his eyebrows, "I said get in the back" he growled lowly, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me closer to him, our faces nearly touching.

"Now" he raised his voice, I flinched and instantly obeyed, climbing into the back seat and laying back on the black leather seats. He got out of the car, walking to the other side, opening the door and climbing inside, slamming the door behind him.

He crawled to me, I was fiddling with my panties, shaky hands trying desperatly to get it off. "Let me do it, fucking hell" he grunted, tugging my panties down and exposing my wet pussy, needy for him.

"Dress up" he ordered, "o-ok.." I murmered, hiking my dress up. He grabbed my legs, harshly slinging them over his shoulder. "You're so fucking bratty, can't trust me anymore, huh?" he scoffed, dragging his pants down, his cock straining against his dark grey boxers, the ones he knows I love.

"Gotta fuck some sense into you" he growled, pulling his boxers down, his cock smacking against his abdomen. "Bill.." I whined, growing impatient, "be fucking patient or else you'll get nothing, you don't want that right?" he spat, I pouted and shook my head, "exactly..shut up and wait" he grunted.

After what felt like hours he brought his tip to my entrance, shoving it in. Usually he'd slowly push it in, let me adjust to his thick length but no, he was punishing me this time.

"Fucking slut" he grunted, thrusting in and out harshly, holding my legs as they rested on his shoulders, his cock fucking me deeply, pleasure coursing through my body.

"Mmm.." I whimpered softly, holding onto the leather seats beneath me, trying to stabilize myself from his cruel thrusts. "So fucking bratty..always teaching you lessons" he groaned, pounding his cock into my tight hole.

People from outside stared in horror as they saw the car shake violently, luckily Bill had his windows tinted. "Imagine if everyone could see how dumb I make you, how hard I fuck this pussy.." he grinned, slamming his fat cock into me, stretching me out deliciously.

"Oh fuck!" I whined as his tip abused that gummy spot in me, waves of pleasure and shock crashing in me as it hit the spot every time. I loved riling Bill up, sometimes I did it for no reason to get this reaction out of him, I loved the way he could dominate me so easily when he was mad.

Usually he was pretty gentle and I loved that but sometimes I needed a little spice. Rough, passionate sex.

"Fuck prinzessin, so wet f'me.." he groaned, throwing his head back, his cock pounding into my sopping cunt, bringing tears to my eyes. His hand moved to my neck, lightly squeezing, "takes me fucking you like this for you to fucking behave, when will you learn your lesson, huh?" he raised his voice, ramming his cock into my g spot, his tip kissing my cervix.

I whined more, desperatly holding onto the seats, trying not to fling around the car. His thrusts were powerful, passionate and full of rage, as if he wanted to destroy my pussy, teach me a lesson not to be such a raging bitch.

I felt a knot slowly form in my stomach, coiling down to my core and burning my heat. "i'm close...fuck..." I cried out, his pace quickened, hand tightening around my neck but only a little bit, not so much to the point where it hurt me, yes he was mad but he just wanted to show a little bit of possessiveness, not murder me.

"Cum for me..cum on this fucking cock" he grunted, his other free hand going to my clit, rubbing rough circles. "Oh fuck!" I whined loudly, my boobs bouncing like crazy as his thrusts became even harder, stabbing my sweet spot harshly, my cunt burning with pleasure.

"Soo good!" I moaned loudly, my whole body shuddering as I came on his cock, soft moans leaving my lips after my orgasm, he kept on fucking me hard, nearing his orgasm too.

His hand detatched from my clit, focusing on his orgasm now, I felt his cock twitch in me and decided to help, clenching my pussy around his cock tightly, a loud groan coming from him as he shot his seed into me, thick ropes of cum coating my insides.

"Holy fuck.." he panted, setting my legs down onto the seats and collapsing on top of me, stroking my hair gently. "Did so well for me..surprised you didn't act out while I fucked you" he chuckled, our chests heaving up and down on each other, "I figured I'd just shut up this time, you were already so mad" I smirked, leaning closer and kissing him softly.

After we calmed down he helped me get dressed then got dressed himself, carrying me out of the backseat and plopping me into the passanger seat, strapping me in.

He hopped into the drivers seat, resting a hand on my thigh, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @ge-billsgf @estxkios @tomkaulitzloverr @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover

[notiddygxthgf]

4. Taste Like Nicotine

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ Go back to Himeno. ❞ ❝ No. That's not what you want. ❞

★ c.w.: suggestive themes, drinking (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HELLO AGAIN MY POOKIE DOOKIES!! IM BACK AGAIN. bc i have nothing better to do atm and i wanted to give yall a lil sum sum before i moved away to uni. please excuse the pacing of this chapter -- this fanfic was supposed to be a oneshot and uh... now its 160 pages in google docs LMFAOOA.. things get spicy in this chapterrr! so yeah anyway, you know the drill, keep me entertained -- keep your funny little comments coming, I absolutely love reading them. You guys motivate me to keep going! Love yall

★ w.c.;4.1k

shameless ; chapter index

THE OFFICE WAS QUIET, the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustling of papers the only sounds that broke the silence. You were alone, finishing up some last-minute paperwork after hours. The mission had gone surprisingly well—no casualties, a rare feat in your line of work. The team had even managed to kill a large Devil containing a piece of Gun Devil Flesh, a significant victory. Yet, instead of joining the others to celebrate, you had chosen to stay behind. Partly to avoid any awkward encounters with Himeno, but mostly because you felt restless, unable to shake off the events of the past few days.

As you finished up the last of your reports, you glanced at the new message on your phone.

HIMENO| you didn't come tonight.

Typing...

YOU

| I didn't think you'd wanna see me after the stunt I pulled.

HIMENO| I dont, but I wanted u to know that everyone is talking abt u

YOU

| ??

| wym

HIMENO

| your shadow didn't come tonight, either.

Typing...

YOU| look, himeno, ive actually been wanting to talk to you about that

| would you be able to meet up and talk it out?

HIMENO| id rather not honestly.

| ur a grown woman and i cant stop u from doing what u want

| but just know that people in pb. safety talk

| dont mess up a relationship with a perfectly good man for aki

| u should leave him for someone who can actually give him what he needs

YOU| I understand that I've hurt you, Himeno, and I'm sorry

| I have no intentions of being with Aki.

HIMENO| good

| dont get him mixed up in ur fucked up marriage

|  he doesnt deserve that.

You sighed, pocketing your phone. There were certain battles you simply couldn't win. This would undoubtedly be one of them.

It was late, and you knew you should head home. You gathered your things and made your way down the dimly lit hallways, your footsteps echoing in the emptiness.

As you passed the breakroom, you heard voices. One familiar voice, more specifically.

You slowed your pace, not wanting to intrude but curious enough to catch a snippet of the conversation. The door was slightly ajar, and you could see two figures inside.

"You look desperate, dude," the unknown person said, barely audible. "It's not attractive."

"I'm becoming ridiculous," Captain Hayakawa said, his voice low and strained. "I'm losing hope."

"Hope of what? Convincing a married woman to break her vows?" the other person retorted, a hint of incredulity in his tone.

Are they talking about me? You asked. You knew the answer. You simply did not want to confront it.

Hayakawa sighed. "I thought she would call me by now," he admitted, the vulnerability in his voice making your stomach churn uncomfortably. "I just... there was something there."

There was a pause, then the other person sighed, his voice softening. "God, you are ridiculous." After a moment, he added, almost reluctantly, "Shit, sorry, man. I know you like her."

"No, you're right," He replied, a note of resignation following his words. "She doesn't want to speak to me. I'm driving myself crazy waiting for someone who's never gonna call."

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach, guilt and confusion swirling together. You hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but now you couldn't just walk away without feeling a pang of something—regret, perhaps? The slip of paper with his number, still in your possession, weighed heavily in your mind. You had been avoiding the situation, avoiding him, and now it was clear how much it had affected him.

Aki's words echoed in your ears as you stood frozen in the hallway.

He was right; you hadn't called him. You hadn't even acknowledged the note, too caught up in your own turmoil and guilt to consider his feelings. Now, hearing him speak so openly, you felt a rush of emotions—sympathy, guilt, confusion. There had been a moment between you, an undeniable spark, but you had chosen to ignore it, to pretend it didn't exist.

When would it all come crashing down – your efforts? This whole situation?

The conversation in the breakroom continued, but you couldn't listen any longer. You turned away, your heart pounding. As you made your way to the exit, you couldn't help but replay Aki's words in your mind.

He had been waiting for you, hoping you would reach out, and now he was losing hope. Fuck.

He had been waiting for me.

The idea thrilled you, for some strange reason. Maybe because you hadn't felt desired like this in years – it made your head spin. But another part of you was terrified—of what it might mean, of the complications it would bring, of the impact on your marriage.

You couldn't help yourself. You did what you always did. You ran away from him.

You knew you couldn't avoid him forever, but for now, you needed time to think. .

7:45 PM

Typing... 

Hey. |

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Hello, |

Typing...

How are you? |

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Hey. They're taking me out for drinks tn as a sendoff party. I think you should be there.

SENT.

YOU | Hey. They're taking me out for drinks tn as a sendoff party.

I think you should be there.

| At the Sip-n-savor in downtown Tokyo

Seen 8:00 PM .

The night went on without a flaw. The atmosphere was infectious, and you had been trying to let loose, drink in hand, as you chatted and danced with the others. But as the night wore on, a sense of unease settled in. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the memories of the overheard conversation in the breakroom, or maybe it was the subtle disappointment that someone hadn't shown up.

Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected your flushed cheeks and slightly smudged makeup. You sighed, turning on the faucet and splashing some water on your face. As you washed your hands, you found yourself thinking about Aki.

Despite everything, a depraved part of you had hoped to see him tonight. You had been both relieved and disappointed when he hadn't shown up—relieved because it meant avoiding an awkward conversation, disappointed because you had been... well, actually looking forward to seeing him.

As you touched up your makeup, you couldn't help but reflect on your own conflicted feelings. You were married, committed, and yet, Aki had stirred something in you that you simply couldn't stand to ignore. It was confusing, disorienting. You weren't sure what you felt more strongly: guilt for being drawn to him or frustration that you couldn't just let it go.

"Ugh," You groaned, pressing your forehead against the sink. "'M g'nna be sick."

Feeling a bit lightheaded from the drinks, you decided to step outside for some fresh air. You left the bathroom and – completely drunk – maneuvered through the crowds to the nearest door.

The cool night breeze was a welcome relief against your warm skin, and you leaned against the balcony railing, taking deep breaths. The city lights twinkled below, and you watched them in a daze, trying to steady your thoughts.

That's when you saw him.

Aki was just entering the party, his sharp suit and dark hair making him stand out immediately. You felt your heart skip a beat. Then another. He was killing you.

He came, you thought, a strange mix of emotions flooding you. Relief, excitement, and that persistent undercurrent of guilt all tangled together.

He spotted you almost immediately and made his way over. As he approached, you couldn't help but think how painfully gorgeous he looked, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on his features. In that moment, he seemed almost like a knight in shining armor, a figure out of place in the lively, chaotic setting of the bar.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice smooth and warm, a balm to your nerves.

"Hey," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked, a slight concern in his tone. "You're not cold?"

He always seemed to be worried about you and the weather. Still, the chill felt nice against your hot skin, oddly enough.

I missed you, you didn't say. You didn't even think about it. You knew that in a day you would be back on the train and all of this would just be a bad dream, anyway.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "No, I just needed some air. It's a bit stuffy in there."

Aki didn't respond immediately, and when you turned your head up to look at him, his expression was unreadable. The noise from inside the bar seemed distant, the world narrowing down to just the two of you in that moment. You felt a tug in your chest, a pull towards him that you couldn't explain, couldn't deny.

"Did you pregame the bar, or something?" You laughed quietly. It felt nice, being able to pretend nothing had ever happened between the two of you and just... enjoy each other's company. "You smell like beer."

"I was having a few drinks with my roommate before you texted me," He answered. Then, looking out onto the street, he added, "He told me I shouldn't come tonight. Said you're driving me crazy."

"So, why are you here, then?" You asked.

He looked at you. "I think you know why I'm here."

There was a brief silence, comfortable yet charged with the unspoken. You glanced at him, noticing the way his eyes lingered on you, soft but searching. It was the same look he had given you in the seminar, the museum, everywhere else, and it stirred something deep inside you.

You hated the way he made you feel.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked you. His voice was as deep and rich as ever, and you had about half a mind to take him up on the offer.

You shivered. You knew it wasn't from the cold air. It was him – the smell of him, his cologne, the distinct scent of nicotine that let you know he had just finished smoking a cigarette. It was an aroma so unique to him that you had grown to like it.

You were looking at his lips before you knew it, giving way to a craving you couldn't explain, "I'll try a cigarette, if you have any."

He smiled softly, reaching into his pocket and flipping open a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed a cancer stick between your lips, and you felt a part of you die a little. He struck the wheel of the lighter, bringing the cigarette to life.

You coughed so hard that you nearly hacked up a lung. It had been years since your last cigarette.

Hayakawa stepped behind you, cupping a hand around your elbow, sliding it up your arm, your wrist, your fingers before he plucked the cigarette from your digits.

"First time?" He asked, warm voice hot against your neck.

"Wanted to give it a try," You shrugged. You didn't know what, exactly, had gotten into you. It seemed that with every sip of liquor you took lately, you crept closer and closer back to your old self. The sort of liquid courage that made people make very bad decisions. "Sorry. I'm a little," You waved your hands around yourself, trying to gesture 'drunk' without actually saying it.

"How brave of you," He murmured, pulling a hit from your cigarette and exhaling. He was the picture of sin – face flushed with alcohol, messy bangs, pink lips wrapped around a cancer stick. He was so pretty it hurt.

"I'll try it again when I'm sober," You offered.

"When?" He asked, breathing smoke out into the air. "Where?"

As persistent as always, you thought. Still, you didn't necessarily mind the attention anymore. You told yourself that it didn't matter – you would be out of here soon anyway, and everything would be far behind you before you knew it.

"Why is it that every time I'm inebriated... God tests me by throwing you in my way?" You laughed, Truly, you wished you had considered the implications of your words a little more before you had said them. "Just as I thought your manners had improved since the party. You behaved badly, then. You know that? Very badly," you hiccuped. "You should be ashamed of yourself, throwing– hic–throwing yourself at a married woman like that."

He didn't acknowledge your drunken ramblings, and he also didn't deny the fact that he had been doing exactly that – throwing himself at a married woman.

"Hardly my fault," He breathed out. "I just can't seem to resist you."

"Don't worry," You replied, eyeing him up dubiously as he pulled another hit from what was left of your cigarette. "I'm leaving tomorrow. Won't have to worry about resisting me after that."

"I know," He answered back. "Selfishly enough, I spent the last few hours wishing your train got delayed one more day, or something like that," He exhaled, then snuffed his cigarette out on the balcony, "Still, I'm glad I could see you before you went home."

"I wish I could say the same about you," You replied before you could stop the words from coming out.

He poked his tongue through the inside of his cheek, retorting, "You're gonna sit here and act like you didn't invite me? Like your eyes didn't light up like a child when you saw me pull up?" He turned around, commanding even more of your attention, standing at least a foot and a half taller than you. "You wanted me to come tonight."

It was true. That's the worst part. Everything he said was the truth.

"So that I could say goodbye," You said with remarkable finality, "I'm leaving after this."

You hadn't originally planned on leaving so soon, of course, but you wanted to get the hell out of here before you made another bad decision.

"Already?" He asked.

"You're the one who ran late," You replied. "This ends tonight. I'm going to say bye to everyone else, then I'll be gone."

With that being said, you made your way back to the door. You would go inside, bid everyone farewell, collect your belongings, and then–

He called your name before you could go back inside. You froze in place.

"Am I misreading the signals?" He asked.

You sighed, turning around one last time to clear the air, "This has to stop, Aki. You make me feel like... like I'm guilty of something."

He implored you, "What do you want me to do?"

"Go back to Himeno," You answered, a biting undertone seeping through your words. You were undeniably bitter about the whole situation, and under any other circumstances, you would have tried to be a good sport, but...

Himeno's words were a heavy weight on your heart.

'Don't mess up a relationship with a perfectly good man for Aki.'

'You should leave him for someone who can actually give him what he needs."

You could never be what Aki wanted. He wanted all of you – not just a week of you, clearly. You were married, and you couldn't let all of that go over a guy you'd been toeing the line with for what seemed like ages.

He was a young man. The fact of the matter was that you were a grown woman. A married one.

"She's a sweet, kind woman," You continued. You felt like you were going to be sick just being near him. Unknowingly, tears began to prickle at the corners of your eyes. "Go back and beg her to forgive you. Go be with someone who wants to be with you. Who can be with you."

"No," He answered simply. There was an intensity in his eyes that frightened you, like he would die without you, as he continued, "That's not what you want. I think we both know that. I refused a mission in Hiroshima to stay here with you. I planned to let go of another one in Beijing," He swallowed, "I can change my mind, and you'll never see me again."

"If you have any consideration for me," Your voice was a shuddering whisper, like someone could walk out any minute and hear the two of you going back and forth. "Any semblance– a shrivel of compassion, you'll give me back my peace."

He shook his head, "I can't. You know I can't. You've consumed every inch of my peace, every inch of my mind. How can I give you your peace?"

Fair point.

You had nothing to say to him. So, silently, your vision blurred with tears, you glared at him. Glared and frowned like that would make you believe he was the sole contributor to this issue. Then, again, you turned on your heel and went for the door. You entered the bar quickly.

He followed not too long after you, "I'll go to Beijing, then."

"No." You said. Your teary-eyed fury caught the eyes of more than a few confused bar patrons. "I don't want you to go."

Everyone was looking at you. Seriously, everyone. Your old coworkers, the bartenders, everybody.

You swallowed down your pride, bowing down before them all. "Good night, everyone," You said. You plucked your purse and your jacket off of the barstool. "Thank you for everything. I'm leaving."

Ignoring the confused looks and hushed whispers from the patrons, you exited the bar, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. The rain had started to fall, a soft drizzle quickly turning into a steady downpour. You barely noticed, too wrapped up in the turmoil inside your head. The cold, wet sensation of the rain soaked through your clothes, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You just needed to get away, to clear your mind.

But of course, Aki followed after you. You could hear him calling your name, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. You quickened your pace, almost running, your heels splashing through puddles as you made your way down the block. His footsteps pounded behind you, matching your speed. You couldn't escape him, couldn't outrun him.

Finally, he caught up to you, grabbing your arm to stop you. "Wait, can we please talk?" he pleaded, his voice breathless and desperate.

You turned to face him, rain pouring down around you both. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his suit jacket soaked through. The intensity in his eyes matched the storm, a fierce determination that made your heart ache. You met his gaze begrudgingly, not wanting to deal with this, not wanting to deal with him.

"Have I really been imagining all of this?" He asked. He sounded broken. "Is it really all in my head? Tell me if it's a lie. Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me you mean it—all of it," he paused, taking a shuddering breath. "Or tell me the truth."

You swallowed hard, the weight of the situation crashing down on you. "I don't know how to feel, Aki," you finally admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm trying to be good, but you just keep fucking—popping up everywhere. And you say these pretty things to me, and," You choked back a sob, struggling to find the right words. "I can't help myself around you."

"Running from your problems won't make me go away," he said, stepping forward to put his hands gently on your waist.

There was a long pause as you stood there in the rain, staring at each other. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you. The storm, the bar, everything else was just a blur. You were tired—tired of running, tired of the confusion, tired of pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't.

He added, "You can't run from your feelings."

This time, it was his eyes that dropped to your lips. His tongue darted out to dampen his own, and then his eyes flicked up to your face. When he spoke, his voice was huskier than before, as if it had been tainted by an emotion that hadn't been there before. Was it lust? Passion? Whatever it was, you wanted more of it.

Your eyes widened. Your mouth had run dry. You didn't know what to say. Even being like this right now -- as close as you were, -- was against your wedding vows. This was wrong, and you couldn't do that to your own husband.

Your own husband who loved you so dearly.

Your own husband who left you hanging so many nights on end.

Your own husband, who acted as if he couldn't care if you lived or died.

As if he had sensed your train of thought wandering, Aki placed two fingers beneath your chin, lifting your face up until he was the captor of all of your attention. Him and him alone. Not your husband, but him.

"I could treat you like a princess," His eyes wandered down to your lips again, but this time there was an unspoken hunger within them. "All you have to do is ask, and I'm yours. I already am."

And, God, what a fool you had been in uttering the words, "Don't toy with my emotions. You don't want me."

He paused, awaiting something, anything. His eyes pleaded with your own, luring you in with promises of pleasure and happiness. Gently, he grabbed your hand, placing it over his breast, right above his heart.

"I want you so badly it hurts," He breathed, "For a night, for a day, for a week..." Aki closed the gap between the two of you – brought your faces closer together. Closer, until you could feel the warmth of his calm breath fanning out against your cheek. Closer, until he uttered, "As long as you'll let me have you."

"Aki, I can't-...." You paused. Yet, still, you never moved. Your body betrayed your words, dilated pupils and trembling hands giving way to your internal dilemma. "This is wrong. You know I can't do this."

You were being a hypocrite. You knew you were. One spare glance down at the placement of your hands on his chest -- one over his breast and one looped around his tie -- and you knew he could tell you were only putting up a front.

"I know," he murmured softly, words practically dying beneath the volume of the rain, "But I can't stop thinking about you."

You folded. Your eyes dropped down to his lips one last time, and that's when you knew he had already won.

Fuck it.

"Fuck you," you muttered, feeling a surge of reckless abandon.

Without thinking, you reached out and pulled him towards you, crashing your lips against his in a desperate, frenzied kiss. It was messy and wet, your tears mixing with the rain, your hands tangling in his hair as his arms finally wrapped around you.

The kiss was filled with all the pent-up emotions, the longing, the frustration, the desire. It was passion, it was anger – it was tongue and teeth and lips smearing your lipstick over the lower half of your face. It was two black holes finally colliding after circling around each other far too long.

"I can't make sense of it. I want... you," you sighed, pulling away, voice trembling, "I don't know what any of this means anymore. I don't know what to think."

"Then don't," he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. He tasted like cigarette smoke, beer and mint gum – a flavor so utterly addicting that you couldn't seem to get enough of it. "Don't think. Let me take you back to your room."

You hesitated, the reality of the situation hitting you. This was crossing a line, a line you couldn't uncross. But as you looked into his eyes, saw the same turmoil reflected back at you, you felt your resolve crumble.

You were tired of pretending.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rain. It was a final, resigned acceptance, the last nail in the coffin of your restraint.

You were tired of running from the inevitable.

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[aeolianblues]

If you are seeing a deluge of Green Day reblogs on your dash, that is my fault. I queued a lot of them. A LOT. Of them. In what I can only describe as post-gig induced hysteria. It is like 2:40 AM and I SHOULD sleep because there’s one more day of Osheaga to go, and there are bands I want to see on Sunday!! I am Going to see RAYE! I came to the festival literally only for her! But then also I rediscovered my love for Green Day, I’d forgotten how this was one of the first guitar bands I’d ever been exposed to (/English pop music I’d ever paid much attention to?) They didn’t play this, but 21 Guns, a little performance, way back in 2011 or 2012, I can’t even remember now. That, to discovering power chords aged 13 (as you do), to the downtuning and Dookie. To Billie’s frank discussions of sexuality and mental health. To both, Green Day’s unadorned rage to unbridled joy. From all the love Billie has to show and how he wasn’t afraid of being an atypical boy. How his refining of what a man can be helped me redefine and become comfortable in what I as a girl could be. Billie on his own terms? Me on my own terms. ‘I found out what it takes to be a man, my mom and dad will never understand’, but we did! He did it for himself, but what it meant to us!

Billie continues to redefine America for me. I’m not American, so I can’t even imagine how much more this must mean to American Green Day fans. I keep thinking back to those American Idiot photoshoots, the band with the green-tinted US flag behind them in the pictures and the music video, those shoots of the band sat together, wrapped up in the American flag. Many musicians have tried the patriotic route, most have failed. Spice Girls Union Jack? Cringe. Noel’s Union Jack guitar? Meh. If anything, a bit confusingly contradictory. Most bands trying to do the American flag these days. 👀 is the most common reaction. But not with Green Day. They continue to be the defiant laser pointer dragging your eyes away from other interpretations of the flag. As time goes on, I find myself thinking about how the only positive representations left of this flag, the ones I want to see, remain sports/Olympics and by Green Day. Rejects all-American indeed ✊❤️

And so here I am, rambling at 3 AM. Sorry. I’m queuing this too, so that the spam apology comes when the posts are flowing and not at 3 AM now, but I’m going to hold this experience close and cherish it and go to bed before the light comes up. Long day tomorrow, and I’ll upload the videos when I’m back home. Hope you’re enjoying the Green Day spamming, haha. I feel like I’m 13 again, in the best possible way. Viva Green Day! 💚

[fartquen12]

hi ur bff here can u write ghost from cod smut :3c

AHH THIS BUM... okay... i gues,,

GHOST FROM COD x Fem!READER

Trigger warnings: you already know *rolls eyes* Poop, Mini kyle, MY version of y/n, pee, dookie, farts, dookie, smut,yander, non/con.

AS ALWAYS NO MINI KYLES AND NO MINI RAVIS.

EVERLASTING BUTTCRAACK ```~

One day you were walking around in england and making toots in england WHEN all of the sudden... you saw this sus guy. HE WAS ALSO MAKING TOOTS. So you walked up to him.

"You copy me." You said firously

"WHAT!" he said really mad

he towered over you with a nasty glare before grabbing your throat causing you to yelp and blocking your windpipe.

"Dont. you. EVER. make. toots. in. england." He spat at you. his dookie colored eyes staring back at you.

"f-f-f-f" you wanted to say it but-

"F-f-f-f-f" he mocked you and twirled his fake hair.

"FOCK YOU!" you yelled out as you raised a knee and kicked him in the nut sack and ran off.

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You went into a gas station and bought some beer and candy. When you walked out you saw this... weird red van. Bright headlights staring back at you as you raised an arm over your eyes trying to block the light. It was so dark outside you couldnt make out what it was.

You ran over to the van and began cussing out the driver and throwing beer cans at the side, denting it. But the red van just sped off.

"WTF!!!:" you yelled.

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You were asleep in your bed...

*CREAK*

Your eyes flashed open and your heart began pounding.

"OH GOD THE FBI IS HERE TO GET ME!" You yelled jumping out off bed and ran for the window. It was after your second foot left the window and you were headed down at a rapid pace that you remembered you live 68 stories up...

You shat hella out of fear before feeling the impact. but you didnt hit your head. and you didnt feel anything. Thats when you saw.. THE OFFENSIVE TOOTER Headed at you with a GUN!!

You got up and began running!

"MAN I KNEW THIS GUY WORKED FOR THE FBI!"

You jumped over kids, cars, dogs, fatasses, bums. but you didnt escape it. THere was even a bum rooting you on but you still tripped and he threw a STANKY LEG paper towel ovever your nose and you passed out.

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What the.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I!" You yelled looking around.

"Shhh..-"

"AHH THE FBI!!! LISTEN IM SORRY I FARTED ON THAT GUY!! AND IM SORRY I KILLED 20,000 PEOPLE YOU KNOW I DIDNT MEAN TOO!!!" you yelled

silence filled the air and the offended tooter looked confused.. scared even.

Like there was something behind you.

You zipped around in the spinny office chair you were tied to to make sure there was no backrooms doors monster,. luckily there wasnt.

"thats hot."

What the fuck... you thought to yourself. the offended tooter is now saying that your... hot.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOOTER!! I KILL PEOPLE!!" you accused angrily

"STOP CALLING ME TOOTER IVE NEVER FARTED IN FRONT OF YOU. Killing people is h-"

"NOT HOT!" Yoyu finished his sentence.. or atleast you thought it was a man...

*you felt something sharp in your neck before passing out*

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You woke up with no clothes on and a pile of dookie next to you!!

"AHH WHAT THE!!?" you were also on the street. You ran over to your apartment which was right next door luckily and you threw yourself into the shower and threw some clothes on.

*Did i sleep walk again* you thought. hmm.

It was nothing just a bad dream you thought as you layed down.

In the window behind you was the face of the angry tooter.

I guess youll never know if it was a dream or not

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CREDIT

WRITER: fartquen12

IDEA: anon

THIS FIC THREW BOOTYCHEEKS BUT WHATEVER

[margaretqualleytruther]

hi queen i want to learn more about manifestation but i dont want to go on extremely delusional shifting to hogwarts path do u have any interesting book recs ?

you don’t want to interact with a hierarchy of angels and then devise a language in order to beckon them forth so you may question them over the true nature of this world and how to access forces beyond the ones given to you by the confines of space and time?

shoutout john dee

to be real i’ve read zero books specifically about manifestation, and i don’t particularly meddle with it much. i’ve picked up my baseline knowledge of things of this nature from a decade plus of skimming internet comments, boards, articles, and threads + books geared towards psychology/paranormal research/straight up woo.

i would suggest reading up on studies/essays/books about synchronicity, intention, the effectiveness of prayer, the mechanics behind divination, etc if you only want to learn about manifestation. when learning about this you will inevitably run into varying levels of woo though. it is unavoidable. while i am not a believer of most things to do with the more out there subjects it is important to keep in mind that the abyss does stare back :) now that i think about it stick to research about psi phenomena so you learn more about the “science” behind it and don’t have to be caught up in the more surreal and absurd aspects. something something consciousness is fundamental, quantum mechanics, entanglement, nonlocality, co-creation of reality, attention, intention, widening of perspective, subjective experience with objective results.

if you don’t really wanna do any in depth reading the cheat code to manifestation is ritual. you have to create a container in order to give form to the energy your intention and attention will create. light a candle, shower before, clear off your desk, go for a walk, write stuff down using a fancy pen, soak your paper in tea then let it dry, sit in the dark for twenty minutes, dance, whatever. and ofc the most important step that has to do with widening your perspective: everyday action. manifestation is literally just the spiritual version of atomic habits lol.

the simplest thing to do if you just want to get the gist. google “ [thing i want to find out about] reddit ”

“carl jung manifestation reddit”

“carl jung synchronicity reddit”

“intention manifestation reddit”

obviously you will come upon insane comments doing this. just ignore them. it’s an entertaining waste of time method that can uncover the occasional thought gem.

reading i recommend:

this list is kind of dooky tbh (because it’s too broad) but i have no concise readings to give you about manifestation.

http://christclassical.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/Right-Use-of-School-Studies-Simone-Weil.pdf

anything to do with jung’s books/conversations/works with wolfgang pauli

^ skim through this. tons of pdf links over psi related studies.

the trickster and the paranormal (lengthy book about psi research)

My Big TOE - Awakening, Discovey, Inner Workings : The Complete Trilogy Unifying Philosophy, Physics, and Metaphysics (800 page book)

the I Ching and modern man (book)

[justpracticingwritingalittle]

Sawkot the Dreamwalker and his Friends

The breeze was cool today, besting the summer heat by sneaking ‘hind it ‘round the Brokeback. The Eyeswhite was hid behind its great wals, where Summer heat could lead without challenge, but upon the down in the borough’s kernel, Dwilem’s breath could be felt in strength, hello-ing the fur and soothing the soul. Sawkot gripped tight the rope by which he led the drawgoat. It would not do to repeat the result of his last boroughly daydream, not when they were going to unveil a new giddy chosen to see beyond the Dawngate to morrow’s mares. It was a fun string of words, thank to Neebot. Her songs could more than earn her a giddiship. He was so far, however, the only one to notice. Neebot’s most true songs were sung in dreambloom fits on gleesome nights, farm from without the walls. In their Own, hidden by the Trees, no thatch to hide the stars. Sawkot was fluttersick with want. Once the last bidden bundle was handed off, he would take the leftover northwards. No more sleeps stood before him, only this last wain. Still, it was a longsome wait.

The Fratly met him at Downtop, stern and workfast as ever. “Young Pemfinger,” the holy Elf said, “well come!” “Mother’s sister, show me well in word.” The Beadle smiled. “As ever, child.” Sawkot lifted each bundle to the arms of the packer children until the agreed-upon amount was had. “Your mother and I, we agreed-” “Yes, Goodly, a full hundred shat and two ithestones of a fist’s bigness.” “And my thanks for it. Young’un, give him fee.” The ungrown Yuman heaved forth the bouk of wealth, a small song for each scrap upon scrap. “My many thanks to the young Eerow,” Sawkot said to the child. They looked away shy, and the Moon’s Daughter answered in their stead. “Have you more hand-offs tonight, Nezzarschild?” “Aye-yeah.” “For what fee will you part with the lave?” “I cannot.” His answer was far too swift. “It is our bloot for Nezzar.” It was a silly thing to say. Nezzar would take no bloot. Hobgobs spake it not-oft aloud, but Nezzar was an older thing than Jemmonly gods, a Hoax of the World Before [Waters Left the Sky]. Hobgobs did not give Nezzar bloot, but rather lived by his example and invoked his protection as children of Earth, hoping to be noticed enough to join Them wholecloth in death. In a blink did these thoughts happen, all before the Beadle answered. “Well-keep them, then, and by Light see your way.” He could not tell if she knew his lie. She gave true smile and forthwent from him, and Sawkot wished his fathers could know the depth of the thought beneath his words. He had such fun with words, and he feared his mind seemed to them a dull axe. Mayhaps it was. The goat lowed and groaned and farted. “Say no more, dookie.” He led it aside to shit downhill. From this standing, Dusk’s gates let in the most wondrous hues. He could not move this dookie fast enough to share the Duskfall with his listlings. They would not make that happen, but Night was all wel. He could always dream of Dusk. The Boars atop the gates still charged as they did in his youth, when he was borne by the wain rather than leading it. The two Boar ran away from one another. It invoked their freak strength, but did not show the love for their own. Pikes fight for their kin. These ignored him as he freely went from their [domain]. Evening songs were many and fires all cast flickering shadows every which where. He kept happy children a step from the goat, and also one eye on the lave of dreambloom, that no young thief could rid him of his night. Many tried to sell him a drink, and a pair of [Frylings?] wanted to explore the runic ways of Errous with him, but his heart was bound to those it lusted for, his dear friends. It scared him in tides, how much he wished for touching hide, smile and song, unfeeling the woe of being. With them and them only. The runic things he sought were in the mouths of his friends. And did they ever call to him! The Stars indeed did light his way across Roughpock[?] and he found his friends hidden by the many tangled branches of the two embracing trees. Here, ten summers ago, they together discovered it would hide mickle firelight from the borough’s outies, and few could hear even their most heated songs. It was not til he drew near the right place that he knew he was the last to come-to.

First did his belly flutter upon hearing Neebot’s song, seeming as it often did to be sung by the trees themselves. At the now she sang an eldie - her song for Righmot Starelder, her first given in bede to any one Soul. She had played it at their first Group Dream as he and Koffers laid their heads in her lap and ran fingers ‘long the other’s hide. “This is one of my most-loved,” he shared as he wound his way around the embracing trees. Next did his heart leap. Koffers had also come-to, and had lain out four bedmats longsides each other and stared fast up at Tunglebeer’s vastness. The fire’s flicker made the greens of her hide seem as a shimmering stone. She looked to greet him and smiled through the hushed mouthing of song; she was ready to rest and shrug off the World. Last did his eyes turn to Gollas, sitting ever the stone by the fire, bowl in lap, divining some great meaning from the flames. His fingertips dangled, ungrasping any one thought and free to act without mind. His lips also parted to smile at Sawkot’s incoming, but he never let the fire run off.

There was not much new to say. Each had finished their day’s toil and each sought Bower’s blessing in their hearts. Sawkot unwrapped the Dreambloom and took the bowl from Gollas. “What first then, loves? Leafdrink? Smoketoe?” Koffers sat upright and showed off the Smoketoe. Since Sawkot had last seen it she had cut a new sight into it. Four Jemmonly forms lying longs-by and watching the Stars. He felt the Wave of Want to kiss her, to kiss them all. Instead he found a stick for an embertoe and sped to grind the bloom so they may soon find themselves a puddle. Many things spoke to one another in the Night, and no higher sang Neebot than these. While Sawkot set the tone (:)) with bloom, Righmot in song won his fight with the chosen fighter of Mann, and spoke strong words even as the singer knew its folly. Righmot would die as all things, and the Rye Moreen would become Thrigwigg-folk anyway. Sawkot gave the toe first to Koffers, the Tired Spitter. She grabbed not by its end but its bowl, brushing hand and hand. Some sweet shiver shook him. Righmot neared his death and wept for the pulling apart of his soul by the wild Hoaxes he had fought his whole life, while Life at once was felt in a tingle at Koffer’s lips, an itch Sawkot could feel in his own. The buzz stained the tip of the toe and passed along to Gollas, who always held the toetip with his tongue. He lit the bloom and breathed it deep in to fill his chest. The feeling could be seen to crawl up his spine and out his nose in that bitter fog. Sawkot and Koffers greeted their eyes as in song Righmot’s great wok sang together for the Keeping of a Great Soul. The toe found his hands and his hands found the scratched form of these friends in wood. He lit again the bloom and let his breath tickle his teeth. Feeling filled his lungs and soaked through him quick. He calmed his legs and laid himself down to see the sky. The Song ended, and Neebot reached to take the toe and lie between them both. She held still the (harp?) laying upon her belly. It rose with a heft breath, pushing flank against flank to remind them they touched. All that was left now was-

His sight dwined to inky dark and snapped fast to Light. Starlight. Moonlight. Twilight. Up close. Warm. Full of Feeling. It poured in from every gap between branches, soft and strong, bringing with it [music] his ear could not know. He lay on the same earth, remained guarded by the same trees, but as he stood he found not his friends. “Mickel more swift than before,” he said aloud of the Dreaming taking its hold. The Wind blew. The trees groaned, as ever. “A child.” The trees had never before groaned thus. Sawkot turned to meet the speech. “Yes, a child.” The second Hoax spoke as could be seen, its mouth finding form in a knot of wood. “I’m not so young,” Sawkot answered, with no fear of his protectors. “Quite so longs-by us. Or so I’m finding.” “Oh, good,” said the First, “I am not the only one still recalling.” The two Hoaxes held each other in embrace, just as in the Woken World, but to them here was joined all the bush and root that were sundry things upon waking. “Good Hoaxes,” he said to them, bowing his head to elder things. “Sawkot,” they said in twin. They knew him as he knew them. “Aye-yeah,” he said. “This place. It is....so....good.” The Trees smiled. “Good to know,” said one. “Good to be known to be good,” said the other. “Aye-yeah,” said Sawkot. He felt shame to not have in words the wealth of his tangled thought. “Come now, child,” said one, grave and freeing. “It will not do to drop your eyes for the shame of seeing some New Thing,” said the other Hoax, soft and stern. Sawkot allowed himself to think it all, every thought. The two Trees breathed deep the Knowing, one mete of their Couth, and stretched their branches ‘round. “Wow now.” “Did you see as well?” “Yes, it did not take long.” “What then?” “We are Old, but We are....” “Young.” “How such?” “The Truth of us is Old.” “The Couth of us was begun tonight.” “The Couth of you?” “A lot was begun tonight.” “The World Now must pass.” “My sorries, I- I do not understand.” “Of course not.” “Take your time to, Sawkot.” He looked high to Tunglebeer and let the light fall upon his face and the Winds tickle his chin. “No, it is not the Winds, child.” “Greet them warmly for us.”

Rain fell upon his nose. Or dew. Or tears. Koffers clung to him as a child seized by Ruth, sniffling and clutching and quaking softly. Gollas had fallen to his other side, hand clssped around his own in gentle protection. Neebot, though, was risen, and making song. She sat aface them through the Fire, her eyes set to Henn. High overhead, over tree, over cloud, all the Stars shivered as though they were for the first time touched. “...Tunglebeer shivers, and the Mother of Twins wakes galder in livers...” Sawkot could not move nor show any outward sign of thoughts. Her voice came forth from her threefold, such that he’d never forget. “...Young Moon from her basket to fall, and the child steps to cease its slithers...” Then it happened. And many saw. One Star only, jostled from its rest above and falling fast down to Earth to some-a-far Where. Sawkot was sudden sick with Fear, seized by Ruth with no right start. The World Now must pass. “...the World Now must pass...” Neebot sang to the Stars what they already knew. The Weird of the World was to be ripped asunder and begun anew with “...galder threads to some new End.”

Sawkot < Saxxokot < sak’gogod ‘sun-greeted’ Pemfinger < pen-finger? I honestly am not sure what the etymology was here beyond that Roughpock < raroxpok < la-lok-bog? High-tree field? Koffers is I guess from kapros which is goat? Gollas < god-la-s? Not sure what the meaning of this was supposed to be!

[onmyyan]

Straight Venomous Ch.4

AN: Lil chapter for yall hope ya enjoy, TW//Canon typical violence, feedback keeps me alive okay ily bye💗🖤 (TYSM to the lovely person who brought the dookie ending to my attention I posted this originally half sleep so I hope ya like the edited fixed version, hopefully it blends a lil better) EDITED 1/11/2023

Damian Wayne was shaping up to be the most infamous Robin. (Yes somehow more infamous than the murderous one- well more murderous)

If you’d ask him he’d say he was the finest to dawn the iconic ‘R’. He’d also say he was one of the best in the game right now, he had the intelligence of both his parents combined and the skill to take on anything and anyone, he was more than confident in his abilities, so how exactly did some untrained oaf of a woman put him on his ass so easily?

He struggled to free himself from your grip, it reminded him of that big headed Kryptonians brutish strength, the way your eyes narrowed down at him had his heart racing, and he’d never admit this aloud but for the first time in a long time he felt a twist of excitement in his gut, he could go all out on you and not feel guilty. The challenge of a stronger opponent never caused him to sweat from fear, but rather the palpable and building anticipation of a real battle, so he took the moment to calm his urge to put you in the ground and analyzed you.

You didn’t look to be that much older than him, your clothes were old, but taken care of, ears littered with piercings, and your eyes held a dark look of boredom in them, the emotion seemed misplaced for the situation at hand. 

He knew his father was up to something, that much was obvious to the man. After a little bit of digging and a few well-placed threats to Grayson, it was easy enough to find out you were the mystery woman the older male had trouble finding, he reviewed the footage himself and some light hacking later found your address, he also discovered his father had identified you a few days ago, but made no move to question you to Damian’s growing curiosity. 

What he couldn’t figure out was why Bruce felt the need to hide you. What exactly did you do to capture his father's attention in such a way? One would imagine his first priority would be to make contact and find out why you were there that night, but he didn’t. 

He’d taken it upon himself to get the answers he desired, never one to limit himself he was perched above your place in no time. Granted the youngest Wayne wasn’t all too eager to stake out your shitty apartment, the area was one of the worst parts of the city, but you didn’t seem to mind, you stayed inside the whole first day he watched you, the second day you finally left for something, either for food or work he didn’t get to find out.

When he moved to follow you, it was like you’d vanished into thin air. His eyes scrunched in disbelief, it took one second to lose you. Though he soon found out you hadn’t gone far. 

“Why are you watching me?” A voice suddenly spoke from behind him, out of instinct he threw a Batarang, the metal stuck halfway out the flesh of your shoulder, before he could feel bad you roughly yanked it out and tossed it over the tall imposing edge. “That was rude.” Was all you said, the noise of it hurtling the ground below filled the air.  

Silence passed between you two for a short moment before you shot out like a bullet, and just like that he was on his stomach, the gravel on the floor dug into the exposed flesh of his face, much to his annoyance.

”Lemme’ rephrase because you didn’t seem to hear me the first time.” Your grip tightened ever so slightly, “Why are you on my jock so hard dude?” The tone you used was rather casual for someone holding another in a death grip, one of your hands held both of his arms, the other pressed in between his shoulder blades. 

He craned his neck at a painful angle to meet your smothering gaze, downright refusing to break eye contact, like whoever looked away first was the automatic loser.

”Unhand me, wench-“ you put the slightest bit of pressure on the knee digging into his spine, instantly stopping his insult before he could finish it, for god's sake he was the next in line to lead the league of assassins, he was certain if his mother could see him now she’d be furious, having been trained brutally for these exact situations, trained to think outside the box if his opponent was bigger- in this case, stronger, he’d picked fights with the best of the best and won, it was insulting to be caught off guard by a civilian, clearly though, not an ordinary one.

 His suit came equipped with a taser for these exact predicaments, but the trigger was in his gloves and your hold wouldn’t allow for any of that. 

“Who the hell do you think you are? You’re manhandling a hero you know that right? I can have you committed for this.” His tone was confident, he just needed one second, one moment to change the tide of this battle.

“That’s pretty funny coming from the asshole who’s been watching me like a creep .” He heard you laugh, your face leaned closer as if to intimidate him. Had he been anyone else it would have worked.

”How would your boss feel if he knew you were out here using your power for no good, harassing innocent citizens.”

”You’re hardly innocent. Incompetent more likely.” 

“Says the one eating dirt right now.” Another scoff came from you and in that moment of distraction, he was able to reach the trigger. A strong electoral current surged through his suit, it wasn’t designed to be lethal but was powerful enough to knock a grown man senseless.

As soon as your weight lifted he kicked himself off the ground, spinning to face your unconscious form.

Only you weren’t unconscious. 

”Well that wasn’t very nice birdie.” Your voice took on a rather gruff tone towards the end, the air growing thick with tension, the current between you two grew with every passing moment, he felt the threat in his gut as he observed you, your relaxed stance from before now much stiffer, your shoulders squared as you eyed him up and down, almost like you were serious now.

Your voice was significantly deeper too, the danger dripping off your tone like tar. He reached for his belt, you took a large step backward. “Not so sure of yourself now are you?” He stated, his air of smugness suffocating even on the open rooftop. He couldn’t bite back this ever-growing curiosity. Just what were you made of?

Your eyes took him in, glancing around your surroundings with an ever-hardening glare, “Just trying to stay out of trouble.” You suddenly gripped your head, swaying a bit, “Getting electrocuted hurts, doesn’t it? Are you starting to understand your position yet? I’m in charge here and you’re going to answer my questions.” He spoke pointing his bat-shaped projectile toward you. “You can’t V- he’s a no-no.” You spoke to yourself, ignoring his statement completely, his head tilted at the scene.

”Playing crazy won’t get you off the hook.“ he chastised, matching your pace to attempt to close the distance. Your face grew more and more frightened the closer he got, an uncomfortable shake in your step.

”Stay over there- Seriously don’t come any closer-” 

“You’ll die if you do.” You spoke much softer than before, the reality of the situation seemed to have sucked the bravado right out of you.

”It’s cute you think you could land a hit on me, that first one was a fluke.” Another step forward, his was matched with your own in the opposite direction, until you stood at the roof's edge.

”I can’t be responsible for what happens next if you try to hurt me.” The warning seemed genuine, your eyes pleading for him to listen.

He cocked his arm back, and the weapon's sharp edges caught the light, glinting with the promise of pain. “I don’t take well to threats on my life.”

”Neither do I shitface- seriously keep your distance.” Your face scrunched in pain, and a hand harshly gripped the side of your pant leg, just what were you holding back?

”Fuck it, if you wanna die so bad be my guest.” Like a switch had been flipped a wild look came to your face, eyes wide with excitement, he paused cautious of the sudden shift in your mood.

Everything happened in a second. That’s all it took for your unimposing form to be replaced by a behemoth shrouded in darkness. Like a shadow consumed your body, suddenly all he could see was black. All imposing, shiny, and, moving, the oil-like texture glinted in the dim light of the evening.

Before he stood a towering beast, the (height) sized woman was now a being well over seven feet, Robin’s eyes widened behind his mask as the monster stared him down.

”Awh-Is the little man scared now? What happened to all that bass in your voice?” The thing spoke, its jaw twisted into the most unsettling smile, razor-sharp teeth lined its mouth promising nothing but violence, its eyes cold and void of life. Faster than he anticipated, the monstrosity was before him, a large ink-like hand gripped his Kevlar cape with a vengeance, and just like that he was being held over the edge, and as much as he wished to break the wrist holding him, he knew it was a death sentence to fall from this height. His cape could help guide the fall however, that’s if he could grab it in time.

”You starting to understand your position yet?” The beast taunted his previous words at him with a grin brimmed with malice, giving the 6 ft man its grasp a jiggle. 

Damian remained silent, his mind running a mile a minute for a way to win this fight.

Fear shot through him as its grip loosened the slightest, jolting his body that much closer to becoming a paste.

”Stay away from us, next time I won’t be so nice.”

 It all but barked before throwing him with enough force for his body to land a few roofs down the block. His back slammed into the railing keeping him from the painful fall, and he would never admit this but he was impressed by your sudden show of strength. 

Damian was quick to stand, biting down the pain from his bruised back, and a few curses in his mother tongue, he quickly leaped after you, thankfully you seemed too preoccupied with your, situation, to hear him stealthily take aim, his hand poised to strike you while he could, now he knew not to underestimate your abilities, who knows when he’d get another opportunity. More importantly, he wanted to know if your head could grow back.

A large hand cloaked in black quickly caught his wrist in an unforgiving grip, his imposing aura only being heightened by the now darkened sky.

The shorter of the two males could feel the disappointment dripping off his father as he snatched back his hand, re-sheathing the sharp projectiles. 

“I see you’ve been busy.”

”Doing my job.” The younger male all but hissed, tone full of accusations, too many silent questions lingered in the air for your tastes, a genuine look of fear graced your features, and the three of you stood in a pregnant silence. A cold wind began whipping against your bodies, small harsh water droplets hit you all as you waited in silence, and still, nobody moved.

Your wide eyes glanced at the scene wearily and like he could hear your thoughts the larger and bigger threat took a cautious step towards you. 

“I wouldn’t. Even if you can outrun me now I will catch you eventually. I just want to have a conversation.”

His voice was unreadable, especially with the panicked symbiote yapping in your ear, determined to get rid of the threat himself if you didn’t do something, in an effort to calm the both of you, an almost pained grin grew on your lips. 

“Easy there big guy- who said anything about running away?” You anxiously wrung your hands, clearly unnerved by his overbearing presence, “Only thing I’m running is late to work. Captain dickweed over there held me up.”

The Bat watched you through his mask for a moment, obviously observing you, his stare had you shifting from either foot, you’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel real fear. The kind that had your face hot and anxiety bubbling over in your guts.

All the shit you’d done to get here played through your mind in a fucked up montage, was this about your boss? Or maybe It was Venom, had to be, what other reason did the big bad bat have for showing his face like this? You tried to calm your racing heart, knowing if you became too unstable Venom would take over and handle the situation his way. And besides eating that dude's arm wasn’t technically against the law, sure murder was frowned upon but every sap you’ve digested thus far has had it coming a mile away. A nervous, albeit charming smile replaced your strained one.

”What can I do for ya big fella?”

”You can start by explaining that thing.” Robin sneered out, a threatening finger poked in your general vicinity. “How did you turn into that beast? Deal with the devil? Home experiments? Lose a bet?”

”That’s enough Robin.” His tone left no room for argument, his hand once more clasping the shoulder of his partner. He turned his icy gaze back to you much to your displeasure.

“All I ask is if anyone else knows about what you can do and if so who and when did they find out.”

You couldn’t help but scrunch your face at the question, not that any of this was his business but that in particular was a weird thing to ask.

”Uh not really? I mean no. No one saw us like that and-“ you cut yourself off, not too eager to explain your body count just yet. Or get your roommate even more caught up in your shit, or let it get back to your boss you’d been canoodling with the enemy.

”Yeah no one knows anything. Of course except boy wonder over there, and uh, you too I assume?”

He simply nodded his head before reaching around his belt for a small flip phone. Its old model caught your attention before the action fully registered. The two of you ignored the fuming man beside him, your brow rose questioningly at the device being held a few feet in front of you.

”In case any more trouble finds its way to you.” He gestured to the male beside him. 

“In my defense, he fully started it.”

“Batman arrest this criminal.” He suddenly demanded, arms crossed in obvious distaste.

A genuine smile stretched its way across your mouth, he really hated you didn’t he? ‘All worked up over a little throw off a roof.’ You thought huffing in amusement. His fists clenched so hard you could practically hear the leather gloves he dawned crackling.

A cross between a scoff and a laugh left your lips, “And what crime did I commit exactly? Besides putting you on your ass.”

”Attempt assault for one, obstruction of justice-“

”Obstruct this dick in your mouth.”

”Do you plan to use your abilities for evil?” The larger of the two spoke deeply, once more interrupting your spat. 

”Uh no? I mean has anyone ever said yes to that question?” The corner of his mouth twitched to lift but remained stoic. Once more his large gloved hand reached out towards you, closer than before, your body flinching instinctively before you hesitantly took it. “I know it can be frightening to have your world flipped, so when you’re ready to talk, give the number in here a call.”

“I might know a few people who could help you with your situation.” Your face went from confused to stoic in a second, his tone was firm and you couldn’t help but feel like he meant ‘get rid of your problem’ rather than help, with this in mind you sternly thrust the device back into the man's chest. “I’m good. We’re doing just fine.” With that, you took off, casually stepping off the side of the roof like it wasn’t a fall to your death. They watched you merge into the bustling crowd of gothamites going about their day, loosing sight of your tense figure made Damian's skin burn with a dangerously festering irritation. “We’re just letting that thing walk away? You do understand how dangerous she is.”

Bruce placed a large hand on his youngest’s shoulder, a reassuring squeeze given before he spoke.

”Having her come willingly is more beneficial than force,” Robin rolled his eyes underneath the mask ready to argue, only to be interrupted once more. “Although if she slips up and gives us a reason to take her in is another story entirely, and I get the feeling it’ll be the ladder.”

You spent the entire walk to work looking over your shoulder, V assured you the two spandex junkies weren’t close, having got a good whiff of them on the roof. This did little to reassure you however because they knew. They knew about you and everything you’d tried so hard to keep in the dark was certain to come to light. Anxiously picking at the tears in your jeans helped as your mind ran a mile a minute, you could ask Jason for help but felt bad enough for endangering him and Roy by simply sleeping in the next room. The thought struck you as soon as the purple lights of your workplace came into view.

“So this is kind of a weird request but I figured what the hell so- do you have any place I could maybe hide out for a while? Someone, uh, kinda difficult found out about my, er uh, talent?”

”Who found out?” His once bored expression was replaced with one of amusement.

”Batman.” There was a pause, and a dangerous combination of emotions flashed through his dark eyes. All amusement vanished in a moment, the twitch of his fist was subtle against his neatly arranged desk.

”Not to worry my dear I have the perfect place, Butch will take you there after work but understand I’m not doing this as your kind boss.” His eyes were sharp as ever, holding you in place with a gaze brimmed with the cruelest intentions, Your calm mask slipped for a moment, face scrunched in confusion at the vague warning, weighing the options you signed heavily through your nose.

Steeling yourself with a quiet  “Whatever it takes.” You met his piercing stare with your own.

”You owe me, understand?” You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, your throat suddenly dry.

”I think so? Yeah, yeah I got it. Favor for a favor.”

”What a smart girl I’ve found, I can’t wait to do business with you again dear (Y/n).”

[sunnymiles]

angstpril day 29

hello! very excited about this one, it was one of the first i wrote. do i know why it came into my brain? nope LMAO but here we are - also if anyone remembers me talking about a decapitation fic, this is it, we have arrived

i thought i would be able to do more angstpril but life has really gotten in the way so this will be my last one probably and i'll save the drafts i have for something later :)

i did not post to ao3 because i definitely think i am going to expand this one in the future!!!

also please laugh at this outline thing i wrote before starting-  “Sitsoka is now Yam Dooky’s apprentice bc reasons”

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prompt: going dark

[summary: Sith!Ahsoka has a familiar senator to assassinate, and an old master to avoid]

tw: major character death and decapitation

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The job should be easy.

Padme was normally very visible at these events. Her idealism and love for the downtrodden always pulled her further into the spotlight. An admirable trait, but not a smart one.

The Naboo squadron of guards she kept would be virtually useless against Ahsoka’s abilities. They kept up the façade of protection, but they were no match for someone well-trained in the force.

It was perfect.

Ahsoka could just show up, and her lightsaber would make quick work of the senator.

Plans were made to be altered. A saying from her former master, but one she took to heart.

If she had to be seen, it wouldn’t foil the mission. This would be her public debut, and as long as no one looked too closely at her eyes, she could play the part of the naïve padawan fairly well. 

She’d had years of practice.

No. Anak- Skywalker would be the only issue.

Where Padme went, he followed like a lovestruck idiot. Ahsoka would have the element of surprise, but her former master was stronger than her, both in the force and physically.

Her tongue ran thoughtfully over the newly sharpened canines in her mouth. Perhaps, she’d get to try them out. It’d been too long since she had gotten to properly hunt.

The holocron on her hip buzzed urgently. The gloom of the alleyway was pervasive, but she knew she wouldn’t be seen here.

It didn’t stop the chill from crawling up her back.

Just the pre-mission nerves kicking in.

Dooku’s glowering face rose to meet her as she answered the comm, and Ahsoka decided she had preferred the silence of the haunting passageway.

“What a pleasant surprise, Master.”

“Don’t be coy.”

He never let her have any fun.

“Are you in position?”

“Everything should go smoothly.”

“For your sake, you had better hope that’s true.”

“Always so positive.” She grumbled under her breath.

For an old man, he had stellar hearing, and the sharp look he gave her made her spine straighten infinitesimally.

He ended the call with a familiar glare.

She had everything under control. This would be successful, she’d make sure of it. A chance to finally prove herself.

She didn’t need the Jedi, or Anakin, or even Dooku. No, Ahsoka Tano had only herself to rely on, and she’d never been let down.

Her steps from the alley were quick and measured. Silent on the street, as she swiftly exited the shadier parts of Coruscant. The small smile painted on her face gave her an approachable guise. No one would expect a thing, until it was too late.

Bright lights gleamed in the dark of night, luring her closer to destiny. A winning smile and a wave of her hand, and she was in.

The venue was richly decorated and full of sycophants. Gaudy gold pieces littered the walls, staining them with their elaborate decadence.

So garish.

Padme’s touch was visible in the lavish floral centerpieces, a staple of Naboo. Yet, there was no sign of the full skirts, and dazzling smile Ahsoka needed.

She prowled the top level, ignoring any attempt at conversation, and tried to find her prey.

Down on the first floor near the doorway.

A familiar senator accompanied by the cause of Ahsoka’s eternal rage.

Senator Amidala laughed at one of Skywalker’s jokes, exuding pure happiness.

Ahsoka couldn’t look at them. 

Abandoning her and then moving on as if she’d never mattered-

She couldn’t let her anger undermine the mission, no matter how justified it was. She scanned for someone suitable, there.

She grabbed hold of the Rodian’s feeble mind, seeking in like inky tar, and urged him to yell “Fire!”

As she’d expected, the crowd swarmed for the exit. Ahsoka vaulted over the railing in the chaos, ignoring the screams and hysteria.

Oh this was too easy.

Making sure she couldn’t be seen from behind, she crept toward the senator and her entourage.

There wouldn’t be a way to avoid him.

“Anakin!”

“Snips?” His head whipped around and his eyes were round with disbelief. 

“Hey Skyguy.” She kept her tone playful, her head tilted downward to hide the edge of her smirk.

“Yo-You’re alive?”

She knew the grin on her lips was positively feral.

"Oh, I'm alive."

"Ahsoka, I-I'm so glad." His arms reached toward her, and her step back was instinctual.

"We'll have to save the pleasantries, master." She swallowed her anger, letting it fuel the growing pit in her stomach.

"I'm here for... something else." Her eyes darted to Padme.

"Wha"-

Showtime.

She vaulted over the table separating her and Padme. The feeble guards around the senator could’ve been for show with how quickly she dismantled them. Her lightsaber cut through the duo with ease and Ahsoka felt the familiar thrill run through her.

Skywalker was still too shocked to be of much threat, but she knew he wouldn’t be down for long. Not when it came to Padme.

Her Togrutan roots sung as she finally captured her prey. Ahsoka bared her teeth in victory, daring anyone, daring him, to come closer.

“What are you doing? This isn’t you!” Oh, he wanted to play this game.

“Yes, yes, where has your snippy little padawan gone?”

She could hear the anger in her voice, but she was too far gone to stop.

“Oh I remember, you left her on Mortis!”

His eyes widened with something akin to hurt. But, Ahsoka wasn’t going to believe his little display.

“We-We thought you were dead, Ahsoka I would never”-

“I don’t care.”

The red of her lightsaber hovered threateningly against Padme’s neck.

Ahsoka leaned down to purr directly in Padme’s ear.

“I did always like you better."

A small quiver ran through Padme, but that was the only sign of her fear. How impressive.

“Ahsoka, let go of her!”

Her laugh was the only sound in the evacuated ballroom.

“Just stop, and we can talk about this!” His tone was growing more manic, and she relished in it.

Finally, to be the one in control.

She huffed a breath on the senator’s neck and watched her tense. “I hope you can understand, it really is nothing personal.” A murmur just for her.

Her blade sliced across Padme’s neck, forever silencing the idealistic Senator. The severed head dropped to the floor with a sickening finality.

She needed to get out of here. Now.

“Padme!”

Skywalker was dangerous on a normal day, but with the weight of what she’d just done, his wrath would be terrible. Not survivable.

She used the Force to jump away from the carnage of bodies. Distancing herself from the destruction in her wake.

“No, no, no”-

He was cradling Padme’s corpse to his chest, rocking slowly. Seemingly unable to accept the fixedness of her demise.

Pathetic.

But, this was her chance. She moved silently, careful to keep him in her sights, as she approached the exit.

Another job well done. The thought filled her with immense satisfaction.

A hoarse sob echoed throughout the room.

She should kill him.

The thought made her pause. He was alone, no Kenobi to deal with. Vulnerable and hurting.

Want coiled through her, the dark side pulsing seductively. Oh, to take out Skywalker, to repay him for his tutelage, for his abandonment of her.

She peered over at him, an internal debate keeping her rooted by the door.

His head snapped up and their eyes locked. The room chilled considerably, and Ahsoka could taste the Dark Side.

Anakin’s eyes flashed yellow to match her own.

Killing him would be more difficult, now that he’d subconsciously realized the futility of the Light Side. Rage and hurt tended to do that to a person.

She would know.

She’d be better off fleeing the scene, disappearing into the bustling streets of Coruscant.

A second option formed in her mind.

The words she’d been forced to learn, the Sith Code. There are always two-

If she played this right, pretended to have been tricked by Dooku, she could make herself a very useful ally. A few tears, and a sob story of the dark side taking hold of her mind- he’d forgive her. She’d just be the padawan he wasn’t able to protect, the one he’d left behind to this fate.

And then, they could turn their sights to Dooku.

She smirked.  Ahsoka turned and stared into the tumultuous rage pulsing within Anakin Skywalker. Such raw potential.

This was going to be fun.

[monofpoke4life]

What Goes Around...

The discord I’m a part of had a Secret Santa, so here’s the zagr fluff I wrote. Please Enjoy.

"Stupid Zim! Stupid Dib! Stupid stupid field trip," Gaz growled as she hastily wiped away her silent tears. Her words echoing off the empty bathroom walls.

She shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself tighter, providing what little warmth she could for her bare upper half. Her cheeks flaming with what had happened earlier. 

Her eyes closed as what transpired just five minutes ago replayed in her head. 

She waded out into waist deep water to cool off, and to give her Game Slave a break. She was enjoying the contrast of the sun on her face and shoulders and the cool water at her waist when she heard it.

The fucking insane screaming of her brother and Zim, as they fought about who knew whatever it was they were fighting about. Rolling her eyes, she dove under, and resurfaced a moment later, content to ignore them and resign their blathering to the background as always. 

That had been her first mistake as she took the chance to subtly adjust her bikini top, frustrated that she tied it a tad too tight. She should've paid more attention, and then maybe she wouldn't be in this damn mess that she now found herself in.

Suddenly, she made her second mistake as she heard Dib's annoying screams rapidly growing closer, and turned around just in time to see Dib flying at her.

Her wide eyes narrowed as she regained her composure to briefly glare at the proud green bean, on the beach, who had just yeeted her brother in her direction.

With a sigh, she had stepped back to avoid getting crushed by Dib's average-but-fun-to-tease large head, and that's when she stepped into her third mistake. She should've taken more than one step. She should've gotten the hell out of there! But no. She calmly waited so she could taunt him about it.

However, whatever clever remark on the tip of her tongue was lost as a flailing Dib made contact with the water with a sickening slap of skin, and his hand desperately reached out to catch himself on anything he could use to pull himself up with. 

A gasp escaped her lips as she was suddenly jerked forward by her bikini top. A millisecond later, as Dib disappeared beneath the murky lake water, there was a tug, the tearing of fabric, and then weightlessness. The unsettling kind that let her know that her brother wasn't hanging on her anymore...because there wasn't something to hang onto anymore.

Her eyes squeezed shut at the part of the memory. Her cheeks burned, her throat grew tight, and her teeth ground together at the memory of her practically punching herself in the chest in her attempt to cover herself. She didn't have time to punish her brother as she took off to the closest building, the bathrooms, where she now found herself locked within.

"Fucking bullshit," Gaz snarled and slammed a fist into the side of the stall. She hated to act dramatic like one of her ditzy classmates that this was, "the end of the world," but it was! Oh it absolutely was! At least, it was to her reputation.

  Now, after this horrible incident, even if they were still scared of her, they would still snicker at the memory of the girl who flashed the lake. No matter how many beatings she gave or threats she made, her reputation would forever remain tarnished for the rest of her time at school.

"When I get out of here those idiots will pay! Not even gnats will find their entrails when I-"

Her rant was cut short as she heard the restroom door open. 

With a frown she quietly pulled her legs up to rest her feet upon the seat as she didn't want anyone to know she was still here. She just wanted to hide or evaporate into the ether. Just anywhere but there, and just forget about that day.

As the women did their business and gossiped afterwards in front of the mirrors as they primped their hair and reapplied makeup, Gaz quietly sighed and buried her face into her knees.

This was the worst day of her life, and it couldn't get any worse.

"LITTLE GAZ WHERE ARE YOU?"

"AHHH!"

"A boy!"

"This is the girl's room!"

"Get the fuck out!"

"You filthy, flabby skinned hyoomans cannot tell the mighty ZIM what to do! I shall leave when my business is done!!!"

As chaos graced her ears, Gaz groaned and gently hit her head against her knees repeatedly. Apparently things could get worse, and the dookie was going to hit the fan.

"We're getting security!"

"Begone MOPS!"

Gaz couldn't stop the snicker from escaping her lips at the misspoken meme as the door banged shut behind the pack of screeching harpies. 

As the door bounced open, and slowly drifted shut, Gaz became hyper aware that she and Zim, who was apparently looking for her, were the only ones left alone inside.

Wanting to get this done sooner rather than later, Gaz lowered her feet, straightened her back, and crossed her arms over her chest, as she growled, "What do you want, Zim?" 

At the sound of her voice, Zim pivoted on his heel, boots scratching against cement, and strutting towards her stall. 

"My reasons, Little Gaz, are my own," he sneered, as she watched his boots stop in front of her stall and turn around. Not daring to take a chance at looking at her. Smart guy. For once.

Gaz opened her mouth to say something back, but stopped as a breeze from the open window sent a chill down her spine. 

Shuddering, Gaz barely heard the sound of ruffling clothing, but she did hear the slight jostle of the stall door. Her head snapped up, and her eyes widened. There, hung over the door and held in place, was Zim's outer, magenta tunic.

"What's that for?" She growled impatiently. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, especially seeing it without an ulterior motive. Not that she didn't try to see one. However, she couldn't think of one. It's not like he planned this. He wasn't smart enough for that, especially with how hard he tried to get out of this field trip. Not to mention to have the brains to understand she'd be vulnerable in a moment like this.

It was silent for a moment, before Zim awkwardly cleared his throat.

"A soldier should not be caught without armor."

Okay...maybe he understood more than she thought.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously before she stood up, gently yet quickly, plucking it out of his grasp.

The material wasn't so bad. This would do to fetch her things so she could properly change. Maybe she'll just maim him a bit.

However, as she began to pull it over her head, she froze at what he said next.

"I-I...Zim is sorry."

"What?"

"I threw the Dib-weasle at you on purpose in the hope that you would doom him. I did not anticipate the loss of your chest thingy."

Her fists clenched the alien material, pulling it down and into place, as she slowly inquired, "If you knowingly messed up, then why are you here? Shouldn't you be running and screaming?"

"Hmph, Irken Invaders never run."

"Then what was last Thursday?"

"...A strategic retreat."

"A very loud strategic retreat."

At that, Zim grew silent. Clearly throwing a silent fit that she had a point, Zim refused to acknowledge her statement, for that would mean admitting she, a "stinky human" was right.

She merely smoothed out the wrinkles of the sleeveless tunic, and quietly basked with a smirk upon her lips. At least something got a predictable response from him. But, seriously, what was up with him? First the tunic and now an apology? What was next?

Gaz opened the stall and Zim immediately jumped back. His back brushing against the adjacent sink. He looked back and tugged at his light-pink, long sleeved shirt to make sure it didn't come into contact with any sink water. Finding none, he instinctively wiped his gloved hands against his black leggings.

"You never answered my question, Zim."

"Eh? What question?"

Gaz took a deep breath, one arm still crossed over her chest, as the tunic, which made a nice coverup, was still quite thin.

She took a threatening step forward. Zim gulped at this, as she elaborated, "Why aren't you 'strategically retreating from me?"

At this, Zim straightened his back and shoulders, arms clenched at his sides, and eyes closed. He looked like he was ready to face a firing squad, and with the wrath she's inflicted upon him in the past, that comparison was highly accurate.

He raised his chin up high, sweating bullets, as he finally answered. "To run from you is pointless. I know no matter where I go, no matter where I hid- retreat to, you, Little Gaz, would find me despite my far superior Irken training. I came to you, sparing your pitiful human time and effort, in hopes that you may hurt me less than you normally would."

Ah. That made sense. Zim would do anything to save his own skin. 

"Turning yourself in? That's all?" She inquired with suspicious eyes and incredulous brows raised. Shouldn't he be bragging and begging for extra mercy for the "peace offering" he provided as well?

At this, Zim's eyes opened, suddenly relaxed, as he shrugged.

"Erm eh, yeah that's about it."

"Nothing else you did to escape a nightmare world of pain?"

"Nope. Nothing."

Gaz glared at him, and watched his every movement, watching for his body language to give himself away as usual. However, he just stood there, blinking owlishly at her.

Her cheeks started to feel warm, but she easily fought it down as she quickly closed the short distance between them. 

"Ow!!!" Zim yelled in pain as his hand flew up to his throbbing shoulder. Despite, "surrendering" himself to her punishment, he glared indignantly at her as she pulled her fist away.

"That, whiner, is for throwing Dib at me and causing all of this!"

Her free hand pulled back again, and Zim froze with his eyes clenched shut, expecting another hit. However, the pain never came even as he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. He squeezed his eyes tighter as he was jerked sideways, probably to be kneed or something, and yet nothing happened except his side bumping into hers.

Zim's eyes flew open just in time to see her release him from her one-armed hug. 

He didn't get a chance to fully process it, as Gaz softly said, "And that's for lending me this. I can actually get my stuff from the buses now and change. Thanks."

"Oh, heh heh, of course. Totally did that on purpose. You may praise Zim more, Gus."

As Gaz opened the door, she frowned and rolled her eyes before she asked, "Hey, where is my brother anyway?"

"The Dib-feet? He ran into the forest when you ran in here."

She huffed. Of course he did.

However, this information made her smirk to herself, and when she opened the door, the sight beyond her made her smirk widen.

"Ya know, maybe when I find Dib, maybe I'll doom him a little extra. Just for you."

Out of the corner she watched him punch the ai as he exclaimed, "Yes! Just as I planned! Victory for ZIM!"

She rolled her eyes with a small smile at that, before she began to the long treck to the parking lot. 

Zim came to the doorway and stood, watching her go with his chest puffed in pride. 

She gave a wave as she, not even looking back, called, "Thanks again, Zimothy."

At the use of her demeaning, non-Zim name, Zim began to throw a small gremlin fit. However, he didn't get very far, didn't even get to scream or yell, as the women from before, with park rangers, swiftly approached him.

"There he is, officer! That's the little pervert who went inside the girl's restroom."

Meanwhile, as Gaz kicked a pinecone along the asphalt, she snickered as Zim's screams could be heard from off in the distance. Maybe she'd make it up to him some day, but for now, she'd bask in the karma freebie the universe gifted to her.

[morgana-ren]

Imagine being at a Halloween party thrown by Dabi and someone in a Leatherface costume keeps following you. It turns out to be Shigaraki. You comment on how his human skin mask is cool and how it looks so real, and oddly looks like Bakugo's face. He laughs, tosses it away and leads you to a field of pumpkins, where he non cons you, while Spooky Scary Skeletons plays in the background.

Okay listen, I know this was probably sent in 200 percent as a joke, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to sit down for an hour and make it work. It’s been a weird week. I can make weird work. 

Like imagine kinda knowing Dabi before the league goes super big. You don’t know too much about him, but he’s a friend of a friend and so on and he’s got the dangerous bad boy appeal alongside those haunting blue eyes, so all ya friends hover around him. So lets say you get invited to his spooky-dooky Halloween party he’s throwin’ in an old warehouse. It’s sort of his last hurrah cause it’s a lot harder to try and bone civvie girls when you’re a wanted villain with your face on the news attached to a criminal group, so he’s gunna throw it back tonight and take what he can get, you feel?

So you and ya friends get all cute and dolled up in your costumes and head out to this bash that’s taking place on the wrong side of the tracks in some godforsaken warehouse. It’s in the industrial zone, which is comprised of nothing but abandoned buildings, squat houses, and old warehouses. You’re pretty sure he just found one and broke the chain on the door and called it a night. That should be your first clue, but fuck it, what’s life without a little risk?

Anyway, a few hours pass and admittedly, you’re a lil’ drunk. That being said, you could swear this dude in a leatherface costume is stalking you. Maybe not stalking you, per say, but he’s definitely trying hard to be where you are. It’s not like he’s easy to confuse with anyone else; his costume is super unique, and if you’re being honest, a little disturbing. It legit looks like that kid Bakugo from the Sports Festival but forcefully mutated in with the classic Leatherface look. Whoever it is, they’ve definitely got an edgy sense of humor. It should spook you, but it’s Halloween for fucks sake! At least they’re putting some effort in! It’s no coincidence that you see him literally everywhere you go, so maybe he likes you?

Maybe he’s cute under that creepy mask.

It’s worth a shot (get it, shot?), so you let him follow you to the bar and sit down next to an equally empty seat, hoping to give off the vibe of ‘quit being creepy and come talk to me.’ 

A few seconds later and surprise surprise, he sits down right beside you. No sense in pretending this is anything other than what it is, so you turn right to him and offer to buy him a drink. 

He stares at you for a minute, beady pupils surveying you beneath that godawful mask he’s donning before he nods. He doesn’t tell you what he wants, so you just order him whatever mixture of gasoline and fruit you get. He just stares at you while you sip at your own drink, and you can’t help but laugh. His eyes are fuckin’ intense, and while you’re already a little tipsy, it’s pretty clear he’s dead sober. Luckily, alcohol gives you a charming ice breaker. 

“It’s probably a little difficult to drink with that terrifying thing on your face, but I really appreciate your dedication to the look.” 

Behind the holes of the mask, his eyes crinkle near the edges. You can’t tell if he’s smiling or snarling, but he’s definitely reacting to what you’re saying. He must’ve decided that he likes you, because he finally reaches behind his head and loosens whatever makeshift strap that’s tangled in his silver, ‘fake’ blood matted hair. 

As he lets it fall away from his face, you study what’s underneath. He’s a little rough around the edges, a little chapped with dry skin and more than a few blisters on his pale lips, but he’s cute and the costume has you intrigued. For all you know, it could be liquid latex. The guy seems pretty dedicated after all. It makes you wonder what is Halloween paint and what’s his actual skin. You kinda wanna lick him and find out.

Shut up, alcohol. 

“It’s homemade.” He rasps out, voice cracking and strained like he hasn’t spoken in days. After a sip of his own drink, he slips a subtle smile as he sees you eying the grotesque costume piece. “I’m glad you like it.”

It’s gross to say the least. Whatever it’s made out of, it’s certainly not plastic or rubber like most masks. It smells atrocious, especially coupled with the must and cheap booze of the warehouse, and it makes you a little queasy as it flops around in his lap a little too lifelike for your liking. It even has pores, for Christ’s sake. Tearing your gaze away from it isn’t easy, but if you look much longer, you’re not really sure what your stomach is gunna do, so you turn your attentions to the owner instead. 

“Are you making a statement or just not a fan of the would-be hero types?”

He giggles a little even though you’re not entirely sure what you said was funny. “I guess you could say it’s both.” 

You sit in an awkward silence, sipping at your drink for a few minutes before another wave of alcohol induced courage lights a fire under your ass. If he won’t talk, you sure as fuck will.

“So, are you a friend of Dabi’s or-” He scoffs, loud and hard, lip curling in distaste. “No. I’m unfortunate enough to know him. We work together.” 

“Really? I always wondered what he did for a living.” 

It takes him a second to realize that’s you’re prodding, and a minute longer to come up with an answer. “I guess you could say we’re sort of... activists or something.” 

“Is that so? He never really struck me as the generous type.”

“He’s not.” He grins like a fox in a henhouse, mischievous and sly like he knows something you don’t. “And I’m not either.” 

“Then why be an activist?” 

His smirk fades, and he nurses his drink, flicking his eyes away from you. “I dunno.”

“What kind of activist are you? Like social or environmental or-” 

“Uh-” He clearly wasn’t expecting this line of questioning. “Political.” 

“Oh, that’s cool! What kind of politics are you guys into? You seem like the anarchy sort to me, but I don’t wanna judge-”

“Are you always this nosy?”

His sudden hostility takes you back a little. Sure, you’re drunk and annoying, but that seems a bit excessive. Maybe this isn’t the tree you want to be barking up tonight. 

“Sorry. I was just trying to get to know you.” 

You turn your body away from him slightly, returning your gaze to the rusted metal behind the makeshift bar. You can see him glaring you down out of your periphery but opt to ignore it. Regardless, he stares for a few more moments before downing the rest of the drink you apparently wasted your money on.  “Well, don’t.” 

Whatever, man. It’s a fucking Halloween party. You can find a different jerk-ass to hook up with, one who at least pretends to be nice until the night is over. Dicks are a dime a dozen in a place like this, and the ‘super mysterious, if I told you, I’d have to kill you’ bullshit charade he’s playing is grating on your nerves. Part of you wants to tell him off for being so rude, but the other part is telling you to just shut up, project your disinterest, and wait for him to leave.

You huff a small sigh, blowing the air out of your puckered lips as you roll your eyes behind closed lids. Your side of the conversation comes to an abrupt halt, and suddenly everything in the room is more interesting than he is. Yet even with the uncomfortable awkward air around you both, he doesn’t leave. He just continues scanning you over as you do your best to give him the cold shoulder. So he really thinks there’s any sort of comeback from that, huh?

Apparently he does. He’s not very good with social hints either. You’ve almost tuned him out when you feel a bony hand clutching your upper arm. 

“Hey, come with me. This place is boring and I’ve got something I want to show you.” 

You turn, shooting him a disbelieving glare, but he’s already slid off his bar stool and is pulling you along with him. He doesn’t bother to wait for your answer, weaving through the crowds and dragging you behind him even as you try to wiggle your arm out of his grasp. Had you been in your right mind, you might have screamed or shoved him and told him to get lost, but your liquor marinated mind makes it difficult. He’s kinda right, after all. This place has gotten boring. All your friends left you behind an hour ago to go find their own conquests and dancing by yourself gets pretty lame after a minute. It’s not like you had anything better to do. 

Alright, fine. Follow the rude guy. He seems pretty adamant about it anyway. 

You try to justify it by telling yourself maybe he’s just super socially awkward or doesn’t have much experience with girls. He could also be one of those super brash, brutally honest people that just says whatever comes to mind. Maybe he didn’t mean it in a mean way. A trailing history of terrible taste in men leaves his unbridled rudeness with a bad taste in your mouth, but it wasn’t like you were planning on seeing him again after tonight. Ride the dick and then ride off into the sunset. 

You both dodge through the groups of people together as he yanks you towards the very back of the warehouse. The couple of doors he leads you through have a fairly prominent ‘Do Not Enter’ sign cautioning at eye level, but he doesn’t seem dissuaded, pulling you through the heavy doors despite the clear warning. A few hallways and dim, empty corridors later and he’s ushering you into something resembling a claustrophobic courtyard outside that joins the warehouse with a few of the surrounding buildings.

It’s very dark outside, and aside from the slight shine of ugly yellow tinted streetlights peeking through the alleyway, you can’t see much of anything. You can’t imagine what on Earth it is out here that he wants to show you, but you doubt you’ll even be able to see it. Anxiety starts to bloom in your chest as your drunk mind starts to realize that you’ve followed a stranger out into a very dark, very isolated area.

“H-hey, I never got your name.”

He laughs softly, coming up behind you and gripping your shoulders in a way that feels all too tight. Steering you forward, he leans in, feet falling in line with your steps.

“You’re right. My bad, that’s awfully rude of me.”

He pushes you forward in a way that seems a bit intense for having just met before latching his hands lazily around the base of your neck and pulling you into his chest.

“I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t know what Dabi does for a living, or else you never would have been stupid enough to follow me out here.”

Okay, it’s Halloween and all, but his brand of prank is starting to feel a little too real. The macabre costume and total boorishness should have been the insight you needed to come to the conclusion that this guy just isn’t quite right in the head, but between the alcohol and your desire to give him the benefit of the doubt, it just never quite clicked for you.

“It’s Shigaraki, by the way. My name. I’m sure you’ve heard it before.”

His wet breath on your neck isn’t the only reason you get shivers. You have heard that name before, only never spoken so casually. His fingers tighten around the tensing muscles in your throat as you swallow down a bombardment of emotion. Panic. Fear. Realization.

There’s a million and ten things going through your mind right now, the foremost of which is why. You aren’t a hero, nor are you a particularly fervent hero supporter. You’re not related to any heroes, and frankly, there’s no one further from the social/cultural hub that is hero society. Isn’t that what this guy gets his rocks off to? At least from the news snippets, that’s the impression you gathered.

You want to ask him why you. Maybe its a selfish question but it’s a question none the less, and one people tend to ask when their place on the mortal coil is being threatened. Yet, no matter how you try to spit out the words, your tongue stills in your dry mouth and refuses to cooperate. The pounding in your chest is giving way to a headache and a serious case of sick, and you swear between the loud pulsing of blood in your veins, you can hear him giggling behind you.

You think maybe that’s a strong enough cue to leave. You can ask him why when you’re separated by a thick layer of glass at Tartarus.

You know, it’s easy to sit back in the comfort of your own home and laugh at the clumsy heroine in any given horror movie who fumbles away from the killer like a newborn fawn just discovering its own lanky legs, but you’re quick to understand just why that troupe is so popular. It takes you a moment to gather the courage to turn on your heel and shove him hard on the chest, and even when you manage, it’s so weak and pathetic that it barely knocks him off balance. It only just gives you enough space that you can dart in the opposite direction. Where you’re going, you have no clue, but it’s not on the forefront of your mind as you pound pavement beneath your shitty costume shoes and shout “Stay away from me!” like some cliche damsel in distress.

Your adrenaline fueled getaway is short lived. A few seconds after beginning your feverish sprint away from what you know to be a very dangerous young fellow, the front of your foot catches on something and sends you toppling to the ground only a few feet from where you began your initial rush. Your fall is less than graceful, and the shriek that emits from your throat before your body thuds to the dirt like a sack of potatoes is far less sexy than anything in any horror movie. The bag you’ve been clutching, filled with nothing but the bare essentials and a half empty flask, is flung from your fingers. Your assailant doesn’t slow-walk towards you in a menacing manner while wielding a knife, but practically jogs over, wheezing with nasally laughter as he grabs you by the hair.

“I bet that went a lot better in your head, huh?”

A lot of things went a lot better in your head, to be fair. That scene. This night. Your life in general. But the little pity party you’re throwing yourself does little to garner his sympathies. No amount of hiccuping and crying fat gobs of tears that leak from your lashes and down into the Halloween makeup it took you hours to do elicits any response from him but what he had already planned on.

His laughter finally dies down and the fingers threaded through your hair manhandle you to your knees before roughly casting you down onto something. Something hollow yet sturdy greets your sensitive, liquor addled stomach as he forces you down and bends you over it. It feels slightly waxy, yet organic to the touch, and seems to wobble around slightly the more he kicks and prods you into a position you’ve seen one too many times in those shitty free pornos.

Pumpkin. It’s a fucking pumpkin.

You can smell the leaves and grass and sodden soil as he positions your hips up in the air, shucking off the costume apron he’d been wearing. Dirt embeds under your finger nails as you struggle to drag the rest of your body over the pumpkin to make your escape, but the hand that isn’t currently fumbling with his zipper is still tightly anchored in your hair, holding you in place. He hisses out a few words warning you against struggling too hard, his quirk is uncontrollable after all.

He makes quick work of the cheap costume bottom, inhaling a ragged breath and digging his jagged nails in a little too tightly to your skin when your ass becomes bared to the cool night air. The sight of you must’ve made him impatient, as he settles for simply yanking up your top along your back to expose your tits instead of going through the effort to try and get it off you. If what you’ve heard is true, he could simply dust it and be rid of it, but he doesn’t seem like he’s in the most centered form of mind right now, and it doesn’t appear like it’s your death he’s after.

No, it seems like he’s after something much more intimate than death.

Your mind is acutely aware of what’s about to happen, but it’s trapped in your paralyzed body, unable to force your heavy limbs to move with the weight of the panic. He’s freed himself from his pants, knuckles bumping against the cleft of your ass with every jerk of the cock that you thank God is hidden from your vision. After a few rigorous pumps, he withdraws for a moment before spitting and dribbling his slick saliva into the palm of his hand, coating his cock and using it as a makeshift lubricant.

When he’s finished making spitting sounds that make your stomach church, he lines his hips against your reluctantly spread legs and you feel the hot, thick tip prodding against the tautly pulled walls of your entrance. It’s enough to renew your childlike kicking and whining, babbling and pleading for him to stop. Regardless, he pays you no mind, opting only to yank his hand from the roots of your hair. It stings and he takes several strands of hair with it, but you don’t have time to focus on the pain as his fingertips dig into the fat of your cheeks, flexing and forcing you to look up at him as he hunches his wiry frame over yours.

It’s hard to see through the haze of tears that blear your vision and thick black makeup caking around your eyes, but you can make out that he’s smiling. If you can call it that, that is. Cracked lips wet and parted, breathing hot, moist breath down onto your forehead. Lips curled upward in a nasty, smarmy grin. A slimy tongue trails along his teeth as he practically drools down onto your shoulder like you’re a thick cut of venison and he’s a rabid wolf ready to sink in his canines.

“You know, I never cared much for Halloween,” His hips cant forward ever so slightly and begins to push the tip inside your unwilling hole. Slowly, slowly at first, but soon with more force. It hurts, morphing from a dull ache into an intense sting the more his girthy length is stuffed snug inside between your thighs. “But Dabi was right- it’s a lot more fun when you dress up.”

To punctuate the end of his sentence, he pulses his hips forward, sinking himself all the way inside and watching with a sick sense of glee as your face contorts in pain. He rolls his hips experimentally against your backside a few times, hissing in slight discomfort at the bittersweet tightness that strangles his flesh inside of yours. It stills him only for a brief moment, long enough for you to truly grasp the horrendous sensation of your body molding to accommodate something too large for it to have been ready to take.

However uncomfortable he may be, it’s nothing compared to what you’re feeling. It seems like a cruel joke that the wanted villain who set his sights on you that night would also have a monster cock, but Halloween was always the devil’s little prank show. He’s crammed it inside you with no regard for the damage it might do, pain radiating in the deep of your stomach as his cockhead is scrunched firmly against the wall of your cervix. Your fingers dig deeper into the dirt, but not to escape. You’re aware you’re too firmly impaled on him for that to be an option, so you settle for trying to give yourself any sensation at all that will lessen the unholy tear of your already sensitive pussy.

Eventually he decides he���s had enough of memorizing your pretty, anguished face, and his movements begin anew. Hips pistoning in a building rhythm, flesh of his thighs slapping obscenely against your bare ass. The protruding stem of the pumpkin grates into your abdomen, forcing pained, breathy ‘ah’s from you with every powerful hump. The anguishing drag of his cock assaulting your insides begins to blend together one after the next, and you do your best to block out the animalistic grunts and a sickening moans he emits with every thrust.

Eventually he lets your face go in favor of sinking his fingers just below your waist to anchor you in place as he pounds away, and you take the opportunity to drop your head in defeat and clench your eyes shut. He’ll get bored of you or he’ll cum. It’s what comes after that you should really be worried about. By the sounds he’s making, he’s far from losing interest. He seems to be getting a bit carried away, muttering something along the lines of “take it, slut” and needing to celebrate holidays more often.

That’s when you hear it.

Spooky, scary, skeletons send shivers down your spine

At first, you think it’s a joke. Like you’re having some sort of twisted nightmare and reality has finally decided to throw you a bone to lead your consciousness back home. But his manic fucking never stops and neither does the pain.

Shrieking souls with shock your soul, seal your doom tonight

A few blinks to clear the fresh wave of agony and one hand digging into the side of the pumpkin to stable yourself enough against his rutting to search for the source of the noise. There’s a glowing light a few feet from you, flashing and vibrating but just out of reach.

Your phone. It’s your phone. Your bag had landed not far from where he had you pinned, and your phone had been thrown from the bag.

Your new October ringtone plays through the damaged speakers, flashing your best friends face on the screen. She’s looking for you, probably wondering where you went. She’d never find you here. No one would.

We’re so sorry skeletons, you’re so misunderstood

Help is so close, yet so far away. Your sobs begin anew, feeling his cock pulse as he whines something about breeding his pretty little bitch into your ear. He’s cumming inside you, papping his hips against you in a shallow, offbeat rhythm. You can feel it, hear it squelching and leaking down your thighs. He came. Inside you. And judging from what few words you can make out between your agonized cries, he has every intention of doing it again.

You just want to socialize but I don’t think we should

[cuddletime-blog]

Shaw and Rainy’s First Date

"Not this one either." I mumble under my breath as my fingers wander across countless hard plastic covers. People rarely come to such retro shops nowadays, but there's something I'm looking for. It's a specific album, a single song that I haven't been able to get out of my head since the first time I heard it on that fateful bus ride. A brilliant and especially confident pair of amber eyes flash in my mind just as my hand hovers above a single album case on the shelf.

“Green Day’s Holiday,” I say aloud without thinking, reaching out for it in surprise. I didn’t think I’d find it in such a small CD shop! Just as my fingers are about to close around it, however, the album was snatched up before I could even touch it. “Hey-“ I begin to say with a protest, turning around to look at the only other customer in the store, only for my words to be caught in my throat when I see his face. Think of the devil…Unforgettable amber eyes gleam, looking straight at me in the dim light as he grins, holding up a familiar album in between studded black leather gloves.

A taller male figure stands there in front of me with lilac hair, soft bangs slightly parted on his forehead. He was wearing a black leather jacket, white and black undershirts, tiny silver hoop earrings and studs, a black necklace, multiple beaded and black leather strap bracelets, ripped skinny jeans, and black combat boots. I exclaim, “It’s you…that guy on the bus with me that time with the skateboard!”

The young man’s eyebrows raised a bit after hearing that I remembered him and he said, “Funny running into you again so soon, Rainy. We must have an unusually special fate or something. The name’s Shaw.” He held Green Day’s American Idiot album way up high out of my reach. I tried standing on my tip toes to grab it, but I still couldn’t reach it. Shaw then held the CD behind his back a whole arm’s length behind him, grinning mischievously the whole time.

Finally, he gave the CD to me just before I was about to lose my temper completely and said, “So you liked that song Holiday last time, right? I can recommend other similar CDs to you. Dookie is an older album, but there are good songs on it too.” I nodded and followed along after him to look at some albums he pointed out to me. I ended up purchasing 4 CDs from the store and thanked Shaw, but he said, “It’s no big deal. You can thank me for those CD recommendations in a much more interesting way than that. Let’s make a bet. Loser has to do whatever the winner decides. I’m feeling quite hungry now so I bet you that you can’t eat the 3 spiciest foods on the McLovers menu.”

Shaw challenged me to eat the double cheeseburger with habanero peppers, habanero and serrano peppers carne asada burrito, and jalapeno Tapatio hot sauce cheese fries. We ordered a variety of sodas and milkshakes to try different flavor combinations. I lost the spicy eating challenge, but Shaw wiped some hot sauce with his index finger from the corner of my lips. He licked his finger and I blushed. Then he said, “Today’s meal was great. I’m stuffed! I bet you can’t eat spicy hotpots and 3x spicy ramen so we’ll eat those for our food challenge rematch next time.”

I glared at him, saying: “I won’t back down so easily, Mr. Hot Shawt. I’ll win the next round, you’ll see!” I dipped my plain fries into my chocolate milkshake and held them to his mouth, urging him to try the fries and eat them. “It’s more delicious this way, right?” I asked him. He ate half of my fries and drank some of the chocolate milkshake. I felt glad I showed him a new way to eat our favorite foods. I smiled boldly and said, “Now why don’t you try those chicken nuggets with 3x spicy hot sauces and this orange and grape soda vanilla ice cream float?” Shaw chuckled and said, “Well why don’t you try it first, Rainy?” Thus, Shaw and I had an adventurous and memorable fast food-filled first date.

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Gohan’s big baby Birthday (DBZ)

It was bright and early when Gohan's alarm clock went off, and for a change the normally hard to wake up sleepyhead sat up in bed, grinning like a fool. It was Gohan's birthday after all and what that meant was that his mom would be getting her and Goten ready to go into town for part of the day to give The young half sayian some privacy. For it was a reoccurring birthday tradition that Goku would use his 24 hours of time on earth that he got every year to come back on Gohan's birthday, and spend the evening and night with chi chi but the day was all about babying Gohan, who might of been turning 17 today but he was more like a 2 year old in so many ways.

The big baby fetish had popped up while training with his father in the time chamber, Gohan had noticed there was a stack of diapers in the room and had started 'having accidents' to get his dad to diaper him before bed. Goku might not of been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he hadn't been fooled and had taken to babying the little guy more and more. Chi-chi had been less eager to indulge on her son's babyish habits, though with her being pregnant at the time she found out about them, one could hardly blame her for not wanting TWO smelly butts to change. She did go alone with the bed wetting cover story so Gohan could wear to bed, though she made him wash and dry his own diapers and made it clear she didn't want him stinking the house up, and he was NOT to tell Goten about the diaper fetish or explain out big babies to him, she'd had a hard enough time getting her youngest potty trained as was. while Gohan took the deal it was clear that it wasn't the same without someone babying him, and when Daddy had made his trip to earth from the afterlife (Something he had done on his and chi-chi's anitverity back then) Gohan had floated the idea of maybe kinda sorta getting like, 5 of dad's 24 hours to just be his stinky little guy. Goku thought it was cute and after a lot of back and forth they got Chi-chi on board.

Gohan waddled out in his bed time shirt and wet cloth diapers, the formerly white cloth had been pee stained by the heavy usage and by this point Gohan wasn't even sure he HAD nighttime control anymore. Goten was eating a bowl of cheerios and giggled a little as Gohan wandered in, The smaller half sayian thought it was just so funny his big brother was a bed wetter. "Hey short stuff, where's mom?" Gohan asked, ruffling his little brother hair on his way to the fridge. "She's packing the car crinkles." Goten said, making a face as he haired having his hair messed up. "I see~ So you and trunks going to just cause trouble and chaos today?" Gohan asked, grabbing the milk out and since the bottle was almost empty he just drank right from it. "Of course not, we'll be total good boys." Goten said with a evil little grin on his face. "mmmmhmmm.. right. Just remember Vegeta's not out training in space anymore. he got back yesterday, and can and WILL spank your butts." Gohan warned. "Ah Poopies! There went THAT plan." Goten grumbled as Gohan chuckled and took a seat.  "..heh.. surprised you just don't put a nipple on that bottle. You look like a big baby anyways." Goten teased. "A big baby who can kick your butt with ease little guy." Gohan teased back. "I'll go super sayain two and make you change my diaper." "Ehehehehe shutting up." Goten replied fast and meekly, and focused on his cereal. "Good boy."

After some more playful banter, and getting sang happy birthday by mom and Goten, Gohan saw them off, standing in the front yard in just his diapers and t-shirt. Chi chi tried to get him to go and get dressed but Gohan (for the sake of goten) said he was likely gonna go back to sleep, and pointed out only the dinosaurs were around really. "And they know better then to get on my bad side." truthfully Gohan just wanted to keep his wet diapies on so daddy could change him and well, because as soon as mom and Goten were far enough away Gohan was gonna unleash his morning glory in his huggies. Chi-chi seemed to know what he was thinking though, as before they got in the car to drive off, she looked back at Gohan and mouthed silently to him. 'Not in the house!' 'Maybe I'm getting to be too predictable.' Gohan thought, rubbing the back of his head as they drove off, then had a impish thought. "I'm gonna go dookie in her room on her pillow!" he giggled out loud. "You know, bad boys don't get spoiled by daddy." came a voice behind Gohan. Turning around, there was Goku, smirking and then holding out his arms. "C'mere birthday boy." "DADDY!"

It was bare luck that Goku had managed to get cleared when he did, and was able to come back down in time to keep Gohan from being a little rascal. the boy was due for some birthday spankings but that didn't mean Goku wanted to have to do a time out and punishment. Setting the over sized baby on his hip, with a arm under Gohan's fat diapered butt, Goku smirked as Gohan started to babble on and on about what Goku had missed. "And so like this Videl girl at school is trying ta start a rumor I wear diapers, cuz I smelled like pee and baby powder one day and she's just a fart head!" Gohan was finishing up as Goku brought the big baby inside. "well you know Gohan, you kinda DO wear diapers." Goku pointed out and chuckled. "Well..Uh..Not to school I don't!" Gohan huffed and crossed his arms. "mmmmhmmm..and how much of that is because you know your mother would tan your butt?" Goku asked. "Er..well.." and Gohan looked super sheepish. "Heyyy so do you wanna see the rocking horse I've been working on?" Gohan said, trying not so subtly to change the topic. "Of course! You know I love seeing what you work o-" Goku was saying when a loud and long tummy growl came from Gohan's tummy.  "-N..Heh. I think I better get you fed first though." Goku teased. "Ehehehe yeahhh Might be a good idea." Gohan agreed.

Gohan was in the pantry, working the floor board to get his hidden stash of baby food as Goku went out to a small shed and brought in his 17 going on 2 son's highchair. it was made of Oak and had been painted bright white, though it's time in the shed was taking it's toll on it and the paint had chipped and flaked and dulled. the tray was a flip around that could be used to pin Gohan's arms, at least appearance wise. the boy could after all basically bench press moons so it wasn't like a tray could REALLY stop him. Carrying the chair in Goku smirked, Gohan was still trying to pick out what he wanted, and with his head and one shoulder in the little trap door, he was wigging his butt. "I like to eat eat eat, Apples and bananas!" he was singing. "Really? then how come you normally have prunes or brussel sprouts?" Goku asked, setting the chair down. Gohan turned around and giggled, and indeed was holding onto four jars, two of each. "Cuz I only get daddy here to change my butt for a little while, and this helps me make BIG presents!" he said and gave a impish grin. "Yeah, and makes you toxic..Ah well, you're the birthday boy~" walking over he got the jars from Gohan first, setting them on the table then came back for the impending little stinker, lifting him up and setting him in the jar, then tugging off the boy's shirt. Is your bib still in the drawer by the sink?" Goku asked. "Ehehehe no..uh..I hada hid it in my room for awhile, Goten was snooping for gifts when his birthday was coming up and welll.." Gohan said sheepishly., poking two fingers together. "I'll go get it, you stay put LITTLE guy." Goku said, and then kissed Gohan's forehead and tugged the tray down. He was almost to the door when Gohan giggled and cleared his throat. "Yeah little guy?" Goku asked, pausing. "Don't you think it might help if i told you WHERE I hid it daddy?" Gohan asked with a amused smirk. "..Sure. go ahead and use logic on your poor old man who's gonna have to smell you latter." Goku teased and blew a raspberry. "Changing mah smelly butt is a privilege n a honor!" Gohan giggled, then added. "It's under my bed in a box marked Math work. Mom told Goten if he messed with any of my school stuff she'd make him start going. worked better then a androids force field for keeping him out." "and you all wonder why I do what she says..the woman knows how to handle us Sayain's. Anyways, be right back babykins."

Looking under the boys bed in the box as he'd been told to, there was Gohan's light blue bib, big enough to still work on him though Goku would have to ask Chi-chi about getting him a new one, it too was feeling the effects of years gone by. the words DIAPER BOY was spelled out in baby blocks on it and as Goku went to push the box back under, he noticed a few new things he hadn't seen last time. a large pacifier with a orange mouth guard, a baby blue rattle, and a stuffed teddy bear. "heh..Somebodies been treating himself.. bet his mother doesn't know about those." Goku said softly, tugging them out and putting them on Gohan's bed for now. He wasn't going to rat the boy out, just ask how he was getting these things and making sure he was being safe when buying, Chi-Chi was always so worried he'd be recognized. 'Then again once it's in the open, he could wear all the time, that wouldn't be SO bad..' Goku thought, then pictured trying to pitch that idea to chi-chi..and shuddered.

Gohan was coo'ing and gurgling away in his highchair, ever so happy when he suddenly recalled that he'd recently picked up some more baby stuff last week. and he'd done it on his way home from school which was a biggggg nay nay with the rules Mom had put in place. 'Maybe he won't see them, or I can bluff and tell him they were a early present from mom...Yeah..then he'll bring it up with her and I'll be lucky if she doesn't start weening me off the diapers.' Gohan thought. His dad came back in and smirked at Gohan, coming over and tying the bib on the big baby and then nonchalantly asked. "Gohan, is there something you'd like to confess to daddy?" "welll when you put it that way...No." Gohan said and gave a slightly nervous grin. "Gohan.." Goku said, getting a warning tone in his voice. "I well..Might of..maybe kinda sorta..re-purposed some of my lunch money saved up over a few days, to um.. You know. Stop at a baby store." Gohan said, eyes darting around and looking anywhere but at his dad. "I see. I know what you got, who all saw you?" Goku asked, grabbing a spoon and taking a seat, opening a jar of the smelly baby food. 'No wonder this stuff makes him so toxic if it smells this bad before going in him!' Goku thought. spooning some up. "J-Just the shop keeper daddy. I told him it was for my new baby brother." Gohan said quickly then opened his mouth wide. "Well ok then. I just wanted to be sure. I'm not going to tell your mother about it Gohan, but I don't want you going out and getting this stuff yourself anymore. we'll make up a list later of things she can get you for your birthday, and you'll just have to do without any big boy presents." Goku said. as the spoon went in the 17 year olds mouth, Gohan made a sour face but then smiled, clearly he was on board.

After feeding Gohan, which took slightly longer then one would expect because the little imp kept moving his mouth so he got baby food on his cheeks and chin and bib, Goku wiped the little guy clean and set him back on his hip while he made up a bottle of formula for the little guy. Gohan was coo'ing and babbling babyishly, clearly in his little space, with the only thing shush him from time to time beding a loud belch. "heh, I was gonna burp you, but I think you've taken care of that yourself little guy." Goku said, though he wrinkled his nose at Gohan's baby food breath. "Nooo you can still burp me!" Gohan whined. "I'll be SO gassy after mah ba-ba!" "Heh, I know buddy. don't worry, you'll get burped JUST like the big baby you are." Goku promised, and was reward with a smooch to the cheek as he carried Gohan into the living room. "hehehehe fank ku daddy! ou's da best!" Goku turned on the television to a pre-school show then cradled the big baby in his lap, and popped the nipple of Gohan's ba-ba in the eager boys mouth.  keeping most of his attention on the cute big baby as he drank eagerly, Goku couldn't help but semi get drawn into the show itself, and made a mental note to ask Gohan for a update on what had been happening with it while he was in the other world. (go figure, the afterlife's cable providers were crap.)

Gohan was fighting hard to stay awake as he drained the ba-ba.. it just felt so right to be in his diapies and in daddies lap, and the formula tasted so nummy to him. Still, he only had so long with daddy and he didn't wanna waste it with a long nap like he had two years ago. Mean old mommy hadn't even been willing to let him have 3 extra hours with daddy and he'd had to go from bottle feeding to waking up in the middle of a stinky diaper change, but instead of diapies it's been gross old undies. After that he'd promised himself NEVER AGAIN! He forced his eyes open and smirked around the nipple as he saw daddy trying to pay attention to the show, though this had the side effect of making some of his formula rub down his chin. Goku instantly noticed though and using a towel he grabbed, he wiped Gohan's chin and pulled the bottle out with a pop as Gohan tried to keep it in. "heh, I think that's enough for right now, If I keep feeding you your gonna conk out buddy." Goku said, and held up the bottle. it was a one liter deal and was a little under half drained. "Gohan would of argued but knew daddy had a point, and plus with how greedy he'd been he could feel the gas bubbles building up. He could also feel a pressure building up at his back door, but decided to let THAT be a surprise for daddy. "Dadddddy, My chest is all achy!" Gohan whined and pouted, though his eyes gave away the delight he was feeling. "Oh Then I guess my big baby of a 17 teen year old son needs him's daddy to burp him huh?" Goku asked. "YESH!.. I mean..if you want to." Gohan said, sitting up in daddies lap and then going all blushy and shy. "Heh. cute buddy."

With Gohan and him in a chair with no sides, Goku set a towel over his shoulder then got the big baby set up so his legs went over either side of Goku's. Putting Gohan's head on the shoulder with the towel Goku had a hand on his son's diapered ass to help him keep balance but then started to rub and gently pat the big babies back. "Come on buddy, let your gas attacks allll out. you'll feel better soon." Goku said, and patted the boy's bottom a few times as well. Goku knew from experience that with the look in Gohan's eyes before he'd started to burp him, that he was gonna have a not so little stinker on his hands soon. Picking up the pace with the patting it wasn't long till Gohan let out a belch that made a near by plant eater run in terror, the dino thought it was a T-rex roar. "Whoa little guy! maybe daddy needs ear plugs for next time!" Goku teased, but kept patting. Gohan went to say something but a second and third belch followed, along with a little bit of spit up! Normally Gohan hadn't been that babyish, and the spit cloth was really there just to set the mood. again he went to go and comment on this to his dad but a loud poot came out from his behind. Goku stopped patting the boys back and placed that hand on Gohan's lower back, and he playfully shook the hand that had been on the boys butt. "Yike's! I felt the heat on that one! I think you almost burnt my hand!" Goku teased but winked. "Daddy! S'not dat bad!" Gohan huffed, but couldn't keep the grin off his face as more loud and bubbly farts roared out of his behind. Apparently the cloth diapers and plastic pants did NOTHING to hold back the sound, or the smell as Goku wrinkled his nose. even Gohan reached up and held his own nose. "Phew, I stinky!" he coo'ed. "There's a understatement little guy." Goku said, getting up off the chair and cradling Gohan to his chest still, with a arm under the boys butt. "Daddy, what you doing?" Gohan asked, as he blasted out more fart's. "Besides having you toast my arm? I'm opening up some windows..I think next year I'll burp you outside..Your a little more rotten then normal buddy." Goku chuckled. "hehehe Well I mighta been having wots of tofu, and avoiding the potty cept for going tinkles for the past 3 days." Gohan commented, and was about to give a wicked grin when he scrunched up his face instead. "...Yeah ok, no more tofu for you." Goku said, though he doubted Gohan heard that. Since Goku could feel the big baby straining and bearing down, and well, one look at the boys face and it was clear he was trying to go poopie. "Is somebody gonna make daddy a present despite it being his own birthday?" Goku teased, and then gently, but firmly pressed down on Gohan's tummy. Gohan's grunted, but nodded, and his face was turning red as he kept grunting. but this time it wasn't from any sort of embarrassment, but from the sheer effort he was putting into making his uh-oh. as a vein started to appear on Gohan's forehead Goku sweat dropped. "Uh buddy, maybe relax, I think your gonna hurt yourself, or go a whole new level of super sayain." Goku said. "T-Trying to..hafa..But..not.." Gohan grunted. A light bulb clicked for Goku as he realized that Gohan's plan had had a unfortunate side effect. "oh buddy! you're all backed up!" Pressing his hand onto Gohan's tummy and moving his fingers, Goku used the same move that master Roshi had used on him the one time Goku had eaten 12 boars and then been unable to pass the meat. 'Let's see, here..then here..and end with a firm push andddd..' Goku thought, moving his hand and waited. he didn't have to wait long as Gohan went from a pained faced to gasping, and with a massive gross fart, the back of the boys diaper suddenly filled up, sagging and a rotten smell filled the room. "P-Pooping daddy!" Gohan cried out. a hand on the boys bottom, that was quickly getting over whelmed by the growing mess could of told Goku as much, but he smiled and kissed his son's cheek. "Yup, you sure are!"

By the time Gohan had finished with his movement, his diaper was almost down to his knees in the back and he was shocked the plastic pants hadn't bust. he was one super messy boy though, and his stink was making him gag as daddy carried him with hands under his armpits towards the bathroom. "I think we're gonna have to call it for these diapers and plastic pants buddy. you do have more right?" Daddy was asking. Gohan nodded, the strain of everything he had just done had left him semi exhausted as they were in the modernize bathroom Bulma had built onto the house. "Daddy's just gonna give you a rinsing and then a bath buddy, your plastic pants may be holding but your diapers lost the fight." Goku explained, Standing Gohan by the toilet and then fiddling with the controls of the bathtub. "but.. wanted a real diapie change." Gohan whined, his thumb heading for his mouth. "Buddy, I can do a shower and bath time for you in 20 to 30 minutes, or waste 40 of them just wiping your butt." Daddy said, rubbing the back of his head. "Your choice." "...Tubby time." Daddy opened a few windows in the bathroom, it was needed for the steam and well, the SMELL and then as he got the water running nice and warm, he turned to Gohan and raised a eyebrow. "I'm..not sure if I should take the diaper off before standing you in the tub or after." He said, looking sheepish. Gohan giggled around his thumb, then moved past daddy to get into the tub, with the drain unplugged and the water just pouring in it wasn't even ankle deep.

A hour later, and after washing out the tub several times, both had realized the mistake, but Gohan was playing with a mixture of bath toys and Goku had gotten rid of the soaked and smelly diapers, tossing them into a mountain area. (Ironically or perhaps not, while no one would know the other was responsible, Hercule had been giving a TV lecture about how to deal with the wild dinosaurs and how marital arts could protect you.. when the filthy thing had landed on his head. karma in a fashion.) Now however Goku was just smirking as he watched the great battle of the toy boat fleet take on the dreaded rubber ducky and rubber froggy menace. 'he's such a goofball. but he's MY goofball' Goku thought lovingly. As the fleet managed to take down the menace Goku called for a time out, and then got the bar of soap. "Um..Daddy. I can wash myself." Gohan said, squirming in the water and getting all shy. "..I can wipe your poopie butt but not wash you?" Goku asked, sounding amused. "...well when you put it THAT way.." Gohan said and giggled. washing the boys down, and then his hair (and making sure to use the baby shampoo) Goku drained the tub and dried Gohan off with a towel, then took anther one and wrapped him up tight in it and carried him back to the boys room. "How's it feel being all squeaky clean?" Goku asked, kissing Gohan's forehead before setting him on his bed. "Nice daddy! Thankkkkk you~" "heh, your very welcome." Goku chuckled. Tugging open Gohan's bed time drawer, there was lots of folded cloth diapers, but only one pair of clear plastic pants. "Remind me to tell your mother you need anther pair." Goku said, then tugging out a hefty stack of the thick terry cloth diapers, and grabbing a few diaper pins, came over and got to work. Soon enough Gohan was in 5 of the diapers, and Goku tugged the plastic pants over them with ease, though Gohan was sulking a little. "what's wrong buddy?" He asked. "wanted thicker!" Gohan whined. "oh, but if I made them TOO thick, you wouldn't of been able to wear my OTHER gift for you." Goku chuckled and winked. "...huh?" "one second." Goku said, then disappeared using his Instant transmission move to go into a spot by the house where he'd stashed a box, and opened it before teleporting back. getting what was in there made hadn't of been easy in the afterlife, but Gohan was worth the effort and Goku came back, holding a onesie that was in the orange color of the gi he wore, and had Piccolo's school for marital arts on the back. "what do you think? King kai helped me ma-" Goku was saying, holding it up. then Gohan tackle hugged him, knocking him to the floor and was hugging him. Eeeee! I wuv it! fank ku fank ku fank ku fank ku!" Gohan squealed, and honestly his squeal hurt more then the tackle had, and for a second Goku worried about the windows breaking. "this will have to go under your bed with your other little guy stuff, but for now, how about daddy gets this on you and then we'll go out and play tag?" Goku asked. His answer was a big smooch on his cheek, and a crinkling of the plastic pants as Gohan wiggled his bum back and forth.

Dressed in his onesie, and holding daddies hand, Gohan waddled outside and was just so happy. sure he only got a little bit of time with daddy every year, but daddy always one up'ed himself. as they started to play tag, with goku purposely letting gohan get the best of him, the big baby only had one thought. 'I can't wait for next year!'

The end

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HERE’S WHAT YOU MISSED THIS WEEK (11.20-11.26.19):

NEW MUSIC:

·     Blink-182 drummer, Travis Barker, revealed in a new interview that the band have recorded a new Christmas song. Last year, he posted a photo of his drum kit on Instagram with the caption “currently recording Christmas music,” paired with a Christmas tree emoji.

·     After teasing the “most political song Palaye Royale has released to date” early last week, the trio have dropped their new song “Massacre, the New American Dream.” Proceeds made from sales will be donated to March of Our Lives and Giffords: Courage to Fight Gun Violence.

·     Creeper launched a live premiere on YouTube for their new music video of the hot single, “Born Cold.” The band will soon be supporting BABYMETAL on the UK leg of next year’s Metal Galaxy World Tour.

·     The 1975 gave fans little waring with the music video debut of recent hit, “Frail State of Mind.” The track is set to appear on the band’s upcoming album, Notes on a Conditional Form, due out February 21, 2020.

·     A Day to Remember released their latest single, “Resentment,” just two weeks after postponing their seventh studio album, You’re Welcome. The band is currently wrapping up the Degenerates Tour with I Prevail and Beartooth before teaming up with Underoath in Florida.

·     Panic! At The Disco dropped a new music video for their rendition of “Into the Unknown,” taken from Disney‘s Frozen 2 soundtrack. The song was first released with a lyric video on November 4th.

·     A year and a half after his death, XXXtentacion‘s final album Bad Vibes Forever, which features blink-182, Lil Wayne and more, has a release date. The late rapper’s team dropped the title track from the album, along with the news it will be arriving on December 7th.

·     Twenty One Pilots’ new music video for their song “Pet Cheetah” offers fans a closer look at their tour set up with a virtual reality view from the stage. The video shows them performing live offering a really close look at the fire, smoke and lights they intricately use on set.

·     Neck Deep put two of their B-side songs from their 2017 album The Peace and the Panic on streaming services for the first time. They recently took to Instagram to announce that they will be taking the rest of 2019 off, they will be back in 2020 and will be playing at Rock for People.

·     Go Radio shared their first single since 2012 with upbeat new track, “Say It Again.” In July, the band’s fans were sent into a frenzy of hope and pure panic as they released a photo sparking rumors of their return.

TOUR ANNOUNCEMENTS:    

·     We Came as Romans revealed their plans for a 10-year anniversary tour in celebration of their album, To Plant a Seed. The band announced they’ll be hitting the road this spring in honor of the record with support from the Devil Wears Prada, Gideon and Dayseeker.

·     Post Malone revealed a second leg of his Runaway Tour, as well as that he is bringing along support from the first leg, Swae Lee and Tyla Yaweh. Posty will continue the run in support of his best-selling 2019 album Hollywood’s Bleeding.

·     The Wonder Years took to Twitter last Tuesday to announce a very special tour for the winter of 2020. The band will be performing two sets nightly, one acoustic and one electric, and will be supported by Free Throw, Spanish Love Songs and Pool Kids.

·     Coheed and Cambria are taking their progressive-rock, sci-fi hits on the high seas next fall on the S.S Neverender, and announced they are bringing Taking Back Sunday with them. The band partnered with Sixthman and Norwegian Pearl to bring fans an intimate cruise experience.

·     Post Malone and Ozzy Osbourne made their recent live debut of their newest collab “Take What You Want” on the last night of the rapper’s tour. The two also performed the Hollywood’s Bleeding track at the American Music Awards, alongside Travis Scott.

·     New Found Glory canceled the last two dates of their From the Screen to Your Stereo to Your Town Tour with Hawthorne Heights. The band tweeted that the cancellation was due to guitarist Chad Gilbert dealing with a “family emergency.”

·     Green Day celebrated 25 years of Dookie by performing “Basket Case” during the 2019 American Music Awards. “Growing up, there was no band more important to me or my brother,” Billie Eilish said while introducing the band.

·     Shania Twain gave a subtle shout out to Post Malone, Twenty One Pilots and more during her 2019 American Music Awards performance. The iconic country artist did a rendition of “Stressed Out,” “Rockstar” and more during her set.

OTHER NEWS:  

·     Bring Me the Horizon have released a behind-the-scenes look at the making of their latest track, “Ludens.” For the majority of the video, we see Oli Sykes and keyboardist Jordan Fish in a hotel room in Ukraine, while the former states how limited of a time they had to submit the song.

·     The nominees for the 2020 Grammy Awards arrived, with Billie Eilish up for Album of the Year and the 1975 up for Best Rock Song. Bring Me the Horizon are further in the running for Best Rock Album against I Prevail, who are also up for Best Metal Performance for “Bow Down.”

·     Oh, Weatherly vocalist Blake Roses took to the band’s social media accounts to announce their breakup. The band account shared the statement with the caption, “Love you all. Thank you for this journey.”

·     In the wake of the 15-year anniversary of her debut solo album, Love. Angel. Music. Baby., Gwen Stefani addressed accusations of cultural appropriation as it relates to single “Harajuku Girls” and more. Stefani recently sat down with Billboard to address the topic.

·     A new event on Facebook called “Storm My Chemical Romance Reunion, They Can’t Stop All of Us” was created last Thursday, and the event already shows 567 going and 1.2k interested. The page information isn’t joking around, but it also slips in some great MCR puns.

·     Vans added to their Tim Burton’s Nightmare Before Christmas inspired shoe line, with a pair appropriately named “Christmas Town.” For its design, they took imagery from the scene where Jack Skellington comes across the Holiday Doors while singing “What’s This?”

·     Kevin Jonas poked fun at his own band, the Jonas Brothers, when he joined in on a trend that’s making its way through Twitter with his own blink-182-inspired meme. The punk band responded to the pop singer with the iconic lyrics from their song “What’s My Age Again?”

·     Paramore opened up about a track off their most recent album, After Laughter, with Billboard. Frontwoman Hayley Williams recently sat down with for the outlet’s essays on “100 Songs That Define the Decade,” this time discussing their hit “Hard Times.”

·     Alternative Press put Panic! at the Disco on the cover of their Poster Issue, the publication’s seasonal 68-page collection. In addition, this year’s Poster Issue sums up the last decade of AP as they ready themselves for their 35th anniversary.

·     On a new episode of Bloody Disgusting‘s “The Boo Crew” podcast, Poppy revealed she is working on an original horror movie with frequent collaborator Titanic Sinclair. The artist also discussed everything from Texas Chainsaw Massacre being her first horror movie experience.

·     While The Umbrella Academy is preparing for its upcoming second season, the cast took a moment to appreciate their smaller toy counterparts. The cast shared a photo of them holding their Funko Pops all together, as well as a video showing their reactions to receiving the toys.

·     At this year’s American Music Awards, Billie Eilish won for the Favorite Artist in the Alternative Rock category and Halsey won for Best Pop/Rock Song for her track “Without Me”. Eilish also performed “All the Good Girls Go to Hell” and Halsey with “Graveyard.”

·     Twenty One Pilots updated their Trench logo on two social media accounts, causing fans to speculate new content and the possible end of an era. The logo has gone through several makeovers since the band’s inception.

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Check in next Tuesday for more “Posi Talk with Sage Haley,” only at @sagehaleyofficial!

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Why the Health Bar can lie

I know I was suppose to do the poker analogy article first but I need to vet it with a friend who actually plays poker so because its been so long in between drinks I want to talk about a more basic topic, Health bars.

It seems like when most people think “Health” they think “Blood”, and therefore just like blood, they think health as some kind of liquid that can be measured in millilitres and therefore someone with 405 mls of health has more than someone who has 395mls (I'm Australian, we use metric) as if that means that that person consequently has a “Life lead”. Which in the abstract makes sense, Player A has more health then Player B, therefore Player A has the life lead.

But if you think about how attacks work in Street Fighter, besides Fang's poison, there is no attack in the game that actually leaches out 1 hit point at a time, your health isnt dripping out, So instead of thinking “Blood” think Blocks.

Why Blocks

Attacks do chunks of damage at a time. Most light attacks for example do about 30 damage, a heavy attack 90-100, your standard bnb combo maybe about 200-250, a CA confirm somewhere between 350 to 450+. In other words your opponent can take set increments off of you at a time.

What this really means is the amount of life you have is intrinsically related to how much damage an opponent can output. This Idea is not something I came up with, this is actually something I learned from watching and speaking to RAZER Xian when he came to BAM 11 last year.

Story Time: RZR|Xian vs Dooky

I was sitting behind Xian and watched him play a lot of casual sets against 5-6 people and the last set he played was against a friend of mine, Dooky. Very good Akuma player, pretty aggressive in his play.

The set came down to last game last round and Xian was on pixel and had run out of kunai, Dooky with about 1/3 health decided he had enough of a health lead to try and push and look for the last pixel. In his mind because of his life lead, he felt the risk reward to look for the last pixel outweighed any damage he may take in doing so. Effectively trying to force a scramble where even a trade gives him the win. By also being present and threatening he doesn’t give Xian an opportunity to reload kunai. Dooky lost the round slowly losing health being aggro and by the time he backed off and played more reserve they were both on pixel.

What Xian would tell us after and what Dooky didn't take into an account was that Xian had full CA bar. So even though Dooky had more life then he did, Dooky was still one hit from death as well.

When Dooky was on pixel health instead of 300, he did not play nearly as recklessly as he did but because of Xian's resources he effectively was already the same as if he was on pixel health, so his plan needed to account for that.

The Idea of Health and Meter as a single currency

If we go back to the idea of thinking in blocks of health instead of just the health percentage itself we will see that people who have the “same health” are in very different situations.

Lets say for example you are playing vs a Karin player. They are on 30 health and you have 300 health. In one situation they have Full CA and the other they have 2 bars.

Even though the life totals are the same in both cases, can you start to see why you might act a little differently in both those instances. It maybe the difference in whether you walk freely in neutral or not. Or whether you attempt to micro walk back from strings because of the risk of a c.mk xx tenko confirm.

In other words the simple act of them having one less bar means you have more life to play with even though your health bars are the same in both cases.

What this can also do is try some different tactical decisions during an earlier part of a match, It may be worth trying to get the opponent to spend bar or two on somewhere they have to DP anti air or a reversal wake up for example and take the trade off of losing 120 damage if it then leads to lower damage potential in the late game.

This is essentially another aspect to factor into your risk reward play, and with this understanding you might find yourself changing and reconsidering how you choose to approach and adjust mid match depending on health, ex meter and v meter

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This may have been quite a simple topic for some of you (Health bars are the most fundamental part of the game), but its something I think people either haven't thought about very deeply or they forget it all the time when they try and make a play that goes for a win and either wondering why they couldn't get the player to bite, or found the only way to lose from a winning position.