#woa look I made another one!!

[nihiltism]

ok so while my ds is getting sand poured into it at alarming rates I'm thinking about how jrpgs in specific have a really weird desync with How Important Death Is. like some address it better than others but it very frequently happens where if you take a step back youll go "am I wild or is everybody just like, Really down with murder in this game". and consequences for said murder, especially in a characterization sense but even just actual physical consequences, don't really happen? unless it's a vehicle for conflict but like. when it is a vehicle for conflict it feels weird because why are These Guys actually taking the fact we killed somebody in broad daylight seriously and coming after us for it while all the other npcs and even the main party took it like it was another saturday evening

see I Think where the issue lies is in the fact that everything is in its own little world when you're in a battle? like. when you fight an enemy and you get leather out of it it's seen as something the enemy Drops and not. their hide. when you defeat a character in a battle it does just feel like you Defeated them. unless there's dialogue afterwards that says otherwise you don't even mentally assume you killed em you just wounded them enough to make them flee or dissolve or whatever. and it's Weird to just. have that assumption there because for a lot of games it really isn't clear if you're killing them or defeating them !!

that last point is extra important when you have the specific brand of Skittish Hero / Noble Hero Who Doesn't Kill People / Rational Hero In Way Over Their Head or whatever where you really don't think they Would kill a guy just to get them out of the way. in that case it's REALLY weird because it's hardly brought up. even if it Is brought up that that guy Sure Did Die the mc doesn't tend to actually have a reaction ??? and I don't know why this is ???? like Any written reaction would be more interesting than nothing even if the guy doesn't have a full on crisis about taking another life having them go "oh shit, The Consequences" would be nice. really anything except (oh cool we can advance the plot now).

I will also mention that Some deaths do matter plot wise but very frequently what makes them matter is how much of it is linked to an in game battle I think. if your mc just finishes a fight and comes back to the overworld and the guy's Disappeared or Dissolved or whatever it means they don't matter. if the guy's still around after the fight it means it's more significant, especially if they're still alive but wounded or Really Shaken Up. because this clears up the indistinguishable line between if a battle is lethal or not and if a character decides to deal a finishing blow now it's Way more telling of their character. even though this is basically the same thing that happened in the (killed In A Battle) scenario. just with more dialogue. I will also mention that the person who deals the finishing blow is Rarely Ever that good hearted protagonist and often they'll even go :0 at somebody else committing a murder despite them instigating and helping murder quite a few people. just. In Battle. so it's less bad. I guess.

this is leaving out the fact that in party deaths are often a Major Major Blow because like. ok that's fair. that's A Guy You Knew that's understandable. anyway I don't really know where I'm going with this I just think it's interesting how in these types of games death can swap from not mattering at all to mattering a Lot and if u don't think about it too hard u don't even question it. I'll probably be putting some examples in the tags idk

[brokenmenswhore]

just wondering if you could write a poly!marauders fem!reader smut about reader being insecure to lose her virginity to her best friends because she has a small bit of jiggle on the tummy, like she's one of those mid size girls and she says she either wants to be a large girl or a small girl because she hated how medium is such an awkward size?

oh you’ve come to the right person 🫶🏻 i’m midsize myself and i know the feeling like no other. i know the struggle, but i also know how fucking beautiful (and how fucking hot) a squishy tummy is. this one is personal to me. thank you for trusting me with this 🖤

midsize | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, & sirius)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), biting/marking, body issues/dysmorphia, self-degredation

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Your body relaxed back into the mattress as James kissed you, one hand holding your waist as the other supported himself next to your head. Your fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the slow, sweet kiss as your head melted into the pillow.

The longer you stayed there, the deeper the kiss became. James pressed his hips into you, trying to get any friction he could without crossing a boundary. You hadn’t had sex with any of your best friends yet, and he was constantly nervous that he would make a move that felt like he was pressuring you.

He pressed his semi-hard, clothed length into your thigh, and a small whimper left your lips, catching the attention of Sirius and Remus.

It was typical for you to make out with any of them, but rare there was anything more to it than a kiss, including a noise.

James immediately stopped, pulling away and searching your eyes for any sense of pain or uncertainty. “You okay?”

“Yeah, why?” you responded, unsure as to what you did that caused him to stop.

“You made a little noise, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting you or anything,” James explained, seemingly reading your thoughts.

“You weren’t,” you assured him, giving him a sweet smile and pulling him back down to you. He took the hint and kissed you again, your lips moving in sync, except he kept his hips raised away from you.

You decided to just say fuck it and go for it, moving your hand to lightly rub James’s cock over his pants.

The moment you touched him, he inhaled a sharp breath and pulled away again. He didn’t remove your hand, but looked down to make sure he was truly feeling what he thought he was feeling. The others caught on quick to his predicament.

“Whatcha doin, doll?” Sirius asked, slumped in a chair, watching the scene unfold.

Your cheeks turned to a slight hint of red, but you didn’t pull your hand away. “Nothing.”

“That’s not nothing, angel,” James spoke, “if you’re ready for more, all you have to do is ask for it.”

All three boys watched you intently, impatiently awaiting your response.

You sighed. “I think I’m ready for, like, it, I just-“

You couldn’t even finish the sentence, you were so nervous about speaking your insecurities out loud.

James leaned back and sat on the bed, giving you your space to sit up, pressing your back against the headboard as you crossed your legs. Remus joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking one of your fidgeting hands in his.

“What’s going on, doll?” he asked, rubbing your hand with his thumb as he held it.

You had of course thought about losing your virginity before, and it was unspoken between you and your best friends that it would most certainly be to one of them. You were comfortable with them, and you had all been open with one another about it. They knew you would come to them when you were ready, and you knew they wanted you to. However, you had seen the girls they had been with, and they were all either perfectly skinny or perfectly but. Perfect, pretty, and a solid size. You thought if they truly saw you, they wouldn’t want you anymore.

How could you possibly explain that to them?

Instead of explaining, the thoughts overwhelmed you, and you began to cry. Hysterically.

“Woah woah woah,” Sirius panicked, rushing over to the bed and sitting directly next to you, facing you, and pulling your head to his chest to give you support as you cried. Remus never let go of your hand.

You sat there for a good five minutes before you started to force your breathing to calm down, pulling away from Sirius and wiping away your tears with the back of your shirtsleeve.

Sirius placed a hand on your cheek and dipped his head until he met your now red and puffy eyes. “Talk to me,” he said.

He really meant “talk to us,” but when you were upset, Sirius oftentimes was so focused on you that he legitimately forgot about James and Remus for several moments at a time. He also knew that sometimes it was easier for you to open up if you directed your attention to only one of them, instead of the overwhelming concern of all three.

“You don’t have to be ready right now,” Sirius said, the silence killing him, “if you’re not, you’re not. I don’t think James would mind if you just wanted to take a little baby step. It’s not all or nothing, doll, you’re in control. Just talk to us. Please.”

You took a deep breath, attempting to collect your thoughts as you met his worried gaze. “I’m not skinny.”

Your statement caught Sirius off guard. He was so lost, he had no idea what to say. He turned to Remus and James for help, but they were equally as confused as he was.

Remus slightly squeezed your hand to draw your attention to him. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m not,” you sniffled, “I’m not blind, Rem, I see the girls you guys sleep with, and I have self awareness.”

Sirius usually spoke casually, avoiding the seriousness of conversations, in order to keep the mood light. “You think that matters to us? The last girl James was fucking before he met you was Molly Prewett, and she was a big, big girl, but that didn’t matter, because that never matters.”

“Yeah, but that’s also my point,” you continued, “Molly’s gorgeous and she’s large. I’m not just large, but I’m not just small either. My stomach is the worst thing about me. I’m this weird, gross, awkward fucking in between middle size that no one likes.”

James and Remus sighed. They couldn’t comprehend how you could think this way about yourself. They were at a loss for words.

Sirius, though, was never at a loss for words.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Baby, you have absolutely no idea how absolutely fucking stunning you are. You’re in the perfect body for you. I guarantee you not a one of us has an issue with it.”

None of them had ever called you baby before. There wasn’t actually a label on your relationships, so you just referred to them as your best friends. Baby was something you knew they reserved for their girls. They had never said it to you.

Your head was down, your eyes trained on your unoccupied hand that was toying with the hem of your skirt. “You called me baby,” you spoke, nearly a whisper, so low Sirius almost didn’t catch it.

Sirius smiled, “yeah, baby, I did.”

You sat with him in silence for a moment before James interjected. He leaned over you, fingers toying with the area your shirt was tucked into your skirt, a small tug signaling what he was trying to do. “Can I?”

You looked up at James, terrified to let him lift your shirt, knowing the boys would all see your stomach. He could see in your eyes how scared you were, but he remained calm.

“No pressure, baby, but please.” Baby.

“Can I just- can I lay down at least? When I sit down everything kinda rolls and gets even squishier and-“

“You can do whatever you want,” James cut your rant off before it became too self-deprecating, his legs shifting to the side so you could lay your body back down.

You squeezed Remus’s hand, and he kissed your knuckles to let you know he was still there.

James tugged at your shirt, pulling the fabric out of the waistband in your skirt, and your hand instinctively came down to hold the clothing against your body.

“Give her the blanket, James,” Remus suggested, and James turned to you, watching as you nodded your head yes to him.

He pulled the blanket out from underneath the both of you and handed you the seam, allowing you to shield your body. James’s hands remained under the blanket, blindly unbuttoning your shirt. When he finished the final button, he retracted.

“You gonna let me take it off?” he checked.

You nodded your head up and down. “Siri, can you-“

Sirius caught on, holding the blanket in front of you as James pulled your shirt off your arms, his fingers grazing the sides of your hips, causing you to shiver slightly.

You rested back down on the bed, dropping Remus’s hand to take the blanket back and hold it tightly to your chest.

“Remember, there’s no pressure,” Remus spoke.

“I want to, I really do. I want to get over this hurdle. I want to be able to work through this. I’m just— scared.”

“I wish you could see yoursel-“

“You’re all gonna hate me once I move this blanket.”

“Doll, we could nev-“

“You’re all gonna take back everything you said about wanting me and liking me and caring about me and you’re all gonna leave.” You couldn’t stop the word vomit.

“Baby, ple-“

“You’re all gonna think I’m a gross disgusting monster and you’re gonna go find some other girl with a more defined body size to fuck. I try really hard to sit in specific ways and lay in specific ways to hide my stomach and you’re all gonna see it and you’re all gonna hate me. I wish I was either big or small, I don’t know why I had to be this fucking midsize shit. It’s weird, and you’re all gonna think it’s weird too.”

When you finished speaking, the boys remained silent for a moment, ensuring you were actually done before they tried to speak, only to get cut off again.

Instead of speaking, Sirius took initiative and kissed you gently, the sweetness of the gesture catching you off guard. He stayed like that for a moment before slowly kissing across your cheek, down your jawline, and down your neck. You let him continue, knowing if you couldn’t see his face, it would make it easier. You didn’t think you had it in you to move the blanket. One of the boys would have to do it, and if you could lose yourself in the feeling of Sirius’s lips on you, you wouldn’t have to think about what was happening.

Sirius kissed across your clavicle, one hand meeting yours on the seam of the blanket. His mouth never left your body as he slowly removed your hand, giving it to James to not only keep you from pulling the blanket back, but to ensure you had support. He removed the other hand and gave it to Remus, his own hands clutching the edge of the blanket as he kissed just above the center of your chest.

He only moved the blanket a small amount at a time, kissing lower and lower down your body as he did so. He refused to rush you, even kissing your bra when he reached directly between your breasts, never speeding up his actions or moving the blanket any faster than he had been the entire time.

When his lips reached below your bra, your breathing started to quicken, and Remus could see you were close to crying again. He leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek, calming you down and reminding you that you were okay.

Sirius kissed down your torso, just above your belly button, and then removed the blanket fully, kissing directly under your belly button and then across both sides of your stomach.

His desires and intrusive thoughts got the best of him. He didn’t want to do anything that would risk you becoming more self conscious or nervous, but he kissed the flesh of your stomach just above the center of your leg, and he just couldn’t help himself- he gently bit down on your stomach, causing you to gasp.

He looked up at you as you looked down at him. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he panicked, “you’re just, so, so, so-“ he was losing his train of thought as he looked down to where he had bitten you, faint teeth marks on your now visible stomach, his clock twitching in his trousers at the sight.

Because he had pulled away, your stomach was now on display to all three of the boys. You looked at James, catching him scanning your entire upper body before he met your gaze. The look in his eyes was not hatred or disgust, but love. He looked at you the exact same way he had before he had seen your body like this. It was overwhelming. You began to tear up, but you smiled.

“What is it, baby?” James asked.

“You’re looking at me like you still like me,” you admitted, the confession causing you to hiccup as tears free fell.

James smiled, a small laugh of relief leaving his lips as he wiped away your tears with his thumb, “yeah, angel, of course I still love you.”

James didn’t even notice what he had said, and neither did Sirius, who was too preoccupied with staring at his bite mark on you in awe, but you and Remus most definitely caught it.

They all felt it toward one another, you included, but the boys had never spoken it out loud.

You turned to Remus to see his reaction, worried that you possibly heard James wrong. Remus gave you a smile. “Yeah, doll, we still love you.”

Remus’s words are what alerted Sirius to the fact things were still happening around him, despite his hyperfixation on how fucking good your stomach looked with his mark on it. He was distracted, completely forgetting about the gravity of the situation. “Oh, we’re saying that to her now? I thought we were, like, waiting. There was some dumb shit Remus came up with or something.”

Remus threw his hands up in the air. “Fuck did I do?”

“You yelled at me to not say it and then you got to say it first! If you remember, she let it slip to us that one time, and then you were like “oh no Sirius, don’t say it back, what if she thinks we’re making her choose!’ like a dumbass.”

“Actually, technically, James said it first,” Remus corrected.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Guys I zoned out for like two total minutes. Two.”

Their bickering allowed you to breathe and relax for a moment, the attention being taken off of you and your body. They were idiots, and you giggled as you listened to their argument.

They stopped speaking when they heard you giggle. You had been crying for a while now, and to hear you happy was something they all desperately needed.

Remus was so pleased to hear you laugh that he started to peck kisses all around your face: your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips, your face scrunched to protect your eyes from his assault.

“You okay?” he checked in.

“I still wanna hear Sirius say it.”

In his annoyance at the fact that James and Remus had let the L-word bomb drop first, Sirius didn’t actually get a chance to say it you himself.

Sirius placed a kiss to the center of your stomach, looking up at you and saying “I love you, baby, all of you.”

You blushed and smiled at his words. He returned to your stomach, kissing all over before he began to move lower and lower, his teeth pulling at the waistband of your skirt.

You nodded your head to show him you were consenting to him removing the clothing.

“See, usually, I’d leave this on, because you look too fucking good in it,” Sirius spoke, fiddling with the clasp and zipper in the back while you lifted your hips, “but unfortunately it’s covering the rest of this,” he finished, pulling the skirt down your legs and kissing the newly exposed lower stomach.

The only thing between your naked body and the boys was your bra and underwear, and Sirius wasted no time removing your underwear, kissing your thighs as he teased you.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re pretty,” he cooed.

This was the first time they had ever seen you, and this was the first time you had ever been touched or pleasured by someone else. You were nervous, but if you could get through letting them see your body, you could get through anything.

“Bloody hell, please let me taste you,” Sirius pleaded, always insistent on verbal consent even when he was desperate.

Sirius didn’t phrase it as a yes or no question, but you still muttered a “yes” to make it as evident as possible to Sirius that were consenting to whatever he wanted to do.

Sirius nearly growled as he dove in between your legs, licking a small stripe up to your clit and circling the bud. He sucked lightly, gazing up at you and watching as you whined and threw your head back from the stimulation.

Seeing your reactions only egged him on more, and he, without warning, slowly inserted a long, slender finger into your hole. You gasped at the intrusion, shifting your hips slightly in an attempt to move away from the uncomfortable feeling.

He was so enamored by you, and so happy to finally be tasting you, that he completely forgot this was your first time.

“Take it easy, Sirius,” Remus warned as a reminder.

Sirius didn’t seem to care. His eyes stayed locked on you as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. “Shut up,” he snapped at Remus, relishing in the sounds you were making as a result of what he was doing to you. He was being selfish, but he had waited what felt like forever to see you writhing beneath him, and he ignored the fact that James and Remus had waited too.

You let out a particularly filthy moan when he curled his finger upward, hitting a spot that just felt so good.

You had never felt this before, and it was so good, you were destined to not last long. Even though Sirius would kill to see you come just because of him, he didn’t want to tire you out early.

He pulled away, leaving you wet and empty as the cool air hit your core. You instinctively closed your legs, embarrassment settling in as you snapped back to reality.

“Uh uh,” Sirius tutted, pushing your legs back open and bending down to bite the flesh of your stomach again. He pressed his teeth into you harder than before, leaving a more defined mark. He gave himself a small, proud smile, before backing away from you.

Remus leaned over to kiss you, finally taking his turn with you. He kissed down to your neck, biting down gently just below your jawline and sucking a bruise in the same spot. Now that these boys got to have you, especially when no one else had, they were gonna make sure everyone knew it.

“Rem!” you squealed, “that’s gonna leave a mark!”

“There’s already a mark on your stomach, baby, I don’t think it matters.”

“My stomach is covered most of the time, my neck is not.”

Remus shrugged his shoulders. “Oops,” he said, diving back in to darken the bruise on your neck even further.

One of his hands moved down your body, fingertips gently stroking your side before running over your stomach. He made a point to feel every single inch of the skin there, taking a risk with your confidence to squeeze you.

You allowed him to continue, feeling very self conscious but desperately not wanting to ruin the moment. He lightly squeezed the flesh of your stomach, pulling his mouth away from your neck to look at you and make sure you were okay.

He could see you were struggling, extremely nervous about your body, and he kissed your cheek. “Squishy,” he cooed, “I like it.”

“No you don’t,” you responded, “I don’t like it when you lie to me.”

“I’m not lying, doll, the more of you to love, the better. The more of you to worship, the better. I wish you could see yourself how we all see you, because fuck.”

You pulled Remus in for a kiss. “Thank you,” you whispered, barely able to formulate the words.

Remus smiled and leaned back in, still lovingly rubbing your stomach as he peppered kisses on your neck and down your shoulder.

“I think I’m ready now,” you sighed, and your best friends didn’t need clarification as to what you meant.

“Who do you want, angel?” Remus asked.

Your cheeks turned a bold shade of red and your voice became small. “I don’t know.”

They could all see you were nervous about having to single one of them out, worried that you would hurt the other‘s feelings. The truth was, you didn’t like one any more than the other, and you built your own special relationship with each of them individually.

You took a deep breath. “I just need whoever it is to be nice to me. I know we talk a lot about kinkier stuff, but I think I just need this to be gentle the first time ‘round. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Remus said, pulling away and turning to James. He slightly nudged his head toward you and James gave him a small nod of understanding.

Remus stood up, James crawling over you. “You okay if it’s me?”

Even though they were doing everything they could to ensure this stretch of time was about you, you couldn’t help but, in the moment, think about James’s insecurities over your own. James was cocky and confident, but when it came to feeling wanted, he lacked a feeling of self worth. Girls typically aimed their attentions at Sirius in particular, and tended to focus more on Remus than on him if Sirius was otherwise occupied.

You didn’t verbally respond, but instead intertwined your fingers in his hair, curling a few strands with your fingers before pulling him closer, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

You were in this exact position not too long ago, James on top of you as your lips meshed, but things were so much different this time around. Reminiscent of earlier, you moved your hand to touch James through his trousers, a small moan leaving his lips in the kiss, only this time he didn’t pull away or gasp, allowing you to touch him.

You moved your hand up and down, your palm rubbing with a bit more pressure than before. James deepened the kiss at the feeling, lightly grinding his hips against your hand.

He pulled away for a moment, breathing heavily as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I don’t wanna rush you, baby, but if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied.

James gave you a small smile. “Nothin’ to apologize for. It’s not a bad thing.”

“Can I unbutton these?” you asked, fidgeting with the top of James’s pants.

“You can do whatever you want, angel.”

You unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down James’s thighs. You looked up at him as you ran a finger across the seam of his underwear, pulling them down when James nodded yes at you. 

He stood up momentarily, removing his pants and underwear fully before crawling back over you. You kept your eyes on his the entire time, nervous to look at the appendage you had never seen person before.

When he was back on top of you, you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, prompting him to pull it over his head. Once he was fully naked, you ran a hand down his chest, your eyes following your movements as they reached just above his cock.

Your eyes widened, and James noticed, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“‘S big,” you said.

James’s smile widened. “Well thank you, baby.”

“Can I touch it?”

You heard Sirius audibly groan at your question. He was so turned on, the innocent question driving him insane, and just watching this was killing him.

“Mhm,” James responded, voice laced with adoration. He was in awe of you.

You very gently gripped his cock, running your hand up and down the shaft. James swallowed thickly, his mouth falling open as he sighed at the feeling. You noticed his reaction, and the muscle hardened even more in your hand. You started to pump your hand faster, watching James to make sure it still felt good.

“Baby, baby,” he grabbed your wrist, “I don’t wanna come yet. How ya feelin’?”

“I’m ready,” you responded.

James lined his cock up with your entrance, and you felt Remus lean down to place a small kiss on the top of your head. You smiled up at him as you reached out to him, holding his hand as you braced yourself.

You held tightly onto Remus’s hand, looking up at James in preparation.

He watched you intently as he slowly pushed his tip into you. You took a sharp breath in at the feeling, slowly calming your breathing down as you nodded for him to continue.

He continued to enter you, moving excruciatingly slow. When he was finally fully inserted, he stopped moving altogether, giving you a moment to adjust to the new feeling. You squeezed Remus’s hand, James’s size stretching you out more than you had ever been before.

James began to slowly pull back, only exiting a few centimeters before pushing back in. He continued to push in and out, pulling out further and further before thrusting back in as he watched your face, worried he would hurt you if he tried too much at once.

“You okay?” he breathed out.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, the pain becoming too much. You nodded your head yes, but James could see you were struggling a bit. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing a moan from you as he continued to slowly fuck into you, your hand squeezing Remus’s harder and harder.

You considered asking him to stop, the pain consuming your thoughts and attention, but the moment the pain hit its peak, he began to dissipate. Your body relaxed into the mattress, and James felt your muscles loosen beneath him.

He pulled away and you whimpered, “you can m-move f-faster.”

“You sure?” James clarified.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

James began to quicken his pace, setting a steady rhythm. Your body jolted slightly upward each time his hips hit yours, his self control faltering now that you weren’t in pain anymore.

“S-shit,” you moaned, your free hand grabbing at his waist as he picked up the pace, his head dropping into the crook of your neck. He kissed the spot between your neck and your shoulder, his erratic breathing and groaning turning you on more and more.

With James’s head beside yours, you were able to spot Sirius, who was seated at the bottom of the bed, a hand stroking his own cock as he watched James’s hips connect with yours.

He noticed you looking at him, and the moment you made eye contact, Sirius squeezed his eyes shut as he came in his hand.

James grabbed your waist to anchor himself with your body. He used his other hand to push himself upward, looking down at where your bodies connected. He moved his hand from your waist to your stomach, running his fingers over every single inch of it. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered, almost more to himself than to you, as he watched your stomach jiggle slightly with each movement he made.

You whined at the feeling of his hands on your most insecure area as he fucked you. He squeezed your flesh, then ever so lightly pressed on the center of your stomach.

“I can feel myself in you, pretty girl,” he cooed.

The pressure intensified your pleasure, but so did his words. James was turned on by something regarding your stomach. That very fact drove you crazy. It made you feel so, so much better. You trusted these boys with your insecurity, and instead of leaving, they all opted to love you. You thought they would hate you, but here James was, watching his cock hit deep within you through your stomach.

“J-Jamie,” you whined, and the sound of his name on your lips nearly made him come on the spot, “I t-think I’m gonna-“

“Let go for me, baby.”

You squeezed James’s cock like a vice, your orgasm washing over you as James continued his pace inside of you.

He slowed down slightly when he felt you begin to come down from your high. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him was enough for him to allow his own release, a final few sharp thrusts hitting deep within your cervix as he came inside of you, a nearly-inaudible moan of your name escaping his lips.

James took a moment to catch his breath, his cock not leaving you until he had enough strength to shift slightly down the bed, placing a sweet kiss on the center of your stomach before he flopped down on his back next to you.

“You alright?” he checked, turning his head to you.

“Yeah,” you replied.

You remained holding Remus’s hand, his presence a comfort to you.

Sirius came back into view with a small washcloth, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“You mind if I help clean you up?” he asked.

You nodded your head, and Sirius gently reopened your legs, moving the washcloth in between your folds and collecting the spilled wetness.

You gasped and involuntarily bucked your hips at the feeling, and Sirius stilled until you dropped your hips back to the mattress.

When Sirius was done, he brought the washcloth back to the bathroom, and then returned to your side.

You moved your arms over your stomach, your reflexes used to covering it, but Remus slowly pulled your arms away. “It’s too pretty, baby.”

You smiled at him as he kissed your forehead. “You tired?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you sighed.

James crawled upward, leaning his head against the mattress and pulling the sheets across his lap. He positioned your head against his chest, allowing you to lay on him and rest.

Sirius moved to your other side, propping his head up with one arm as he moved his other to your stomach, lovingly rubbing you.

You closed your eyes and melted into James, Sirius’s soothing rubs coercing you into sleep as Remus shifted his body to lay across the mattress, and four of you relaxing in the safety of one another.

[erogenousmind]

Ray Gun

“I keep telling you, it’s not a ray gun. I don’t even know what a ray gun is. The elliptic dish is designed to focus the right frequency range of delta waves, but in general, once the network is trained, you don’t even need the dish. Due to the inverse square law for...you know what, never mind. Just sit for a few more minutes while it finishes collecting data.”

Dr. Gehirn looked every bit the mad scientist with his long white lab coat and disheveled hair. Charlotte, for her, part, made the perfect co-ed victim, her long blonde hair and ditzy smile belying her status as an honors student. Electrical engineering and computer science had never been her forte though, so she had been happily quizzing the doctor about his latest experiment even as she participated in it.

“Oh, that’s what these doohickeys are doing, right?” she pointed a manicured and painted fingernail up toward her temple and to one of the electrodes stuck to it with a dot of conducting gel. “That’s so you can read all my brainwaves and stuff, right?”

The doctor sighed. She would be worth it at least, even as tedious as this part was. Despite appearances, she was smart and capable, and, more importantly, trusting. Even if somehow it didn’t work, she would go on her way, none the wiser, not suspecting a thing. “That’s right, Charlotte. Although, they really just make it easier to record. Brainwaves can be picked up from quite a distance, particularly if you know what you are looking for. And in just another moment,” he glanced over to a monitor filled with various windows of numbers and wave forms. “we’ll know exactly what we are looking for.” Another torrent of numbers printed onto the screen. “There we are. The network has now been tuned to your particular brainwave spectrum.”

“Oh neat! So it can like, read my thoughts?” Charlotte bubbled.

“Something like that. But more interesting to my research is the inverse problem. It should actually be able to predict what causes your thoughts. It just needs to validate first. One moment.” The doctor typed furiously for a second, finishing with an overly dramatic stab at the enter key. “This might feel a little odd. You might even feel some strange emotions or feel like thoughts are popping into your head that have no place there. That’s okay. The network is still just learning.”

“So are you making an artificial intelligence thing or something? Oh, is it going to try to act like me or think like me or something? It’d be like I had a twin or something, only it’s a computer. That would be...woa...woah...that’s...um...” Charlotte rocked unsteadily in her seat, a look of concern crossing her face for the first time.

“It’s an artificial neural network, not AI. Everyone confuses them, but it really just a matter of multiplying...ugh, forget it. I’m sorry, my dear, if this is a little unpleasant. It’s just confirming that it can generate the right emotional or mental state based on an electromagnetic input, and it’s quickly cycling through several of them, which must be quite disconcerting. It will pass quickly, I promise.”

“I...I don’t know how I feel. I’m angry for a moment, then excited, then I feel like I want to laugh...it...I don’t think I like it. I think I want it to stop.” She started to reach up toward one of the wires dangling from her head.

“I told you, those are just sensors. The signal is being generated here. We probably don’t even need the contact probes anymore. But there, it all seems to be working correctly. Now the intensity check. How are you feeling right...now?”

Charlotte paused, her hand dangling in the air, looking lost in thought. “I feel...calm...really calm. Just relaxed.” Her hand slowly dropped back down to her side. “Like everything is fine. I thought I should be nervous because you keep messing with my thoughts and some of them felt...strange. But none of that matters right now. I feel happy...content...”

“Very good. And now?” he asked, tapping away at the keyboard.”

“I’m...scared. I’m more scared than I’ve ever been. I still feel so calm though. Passive...But you can mess with my head. You can make me feel what you want with that thing. You were giving me thoughts earlier...and now I’m feeling angry. I feel like you tricked me. You lured me here to mess with my head and I hate you for it. I feel like I want to hurt you...

“It’s so amazing that you were able to make a ray gun that can control my emotions like this. You are so incredibly brilliant. And it’s such an honor that you are testing it on me first. It was my mind you wanted to control first and that’s so exciting...that’s so...hot...mmm....those thoughts you were given me earlier. I don’t think I was supposed to notice them with everything else going on. But I could see myself...with you. I was on my knees looking up at you, and you were so...” Charlotte groaned as she rubbed her thighs together.

The doctor smiled at his subject. “You are doing so well. Thank you for talking through what you were thinking and feeling. You are very perceptive. This...ray gun...is able to control your feelings now. And it can give you thoughts. It knows your mind well enough to give exactly the stimulus to produce whatever response it wants with...” He took the mouse and flicked the scroll wheel over one of the many windows showing row after row of inscrutable numbers. “ 97.4% accuracy. That can probably get a little higher with some more data. But it is certainly good enough for our purposes today. Because you want this now, don’t you? You want me to control your thoughts. You want me to control you. It excites you, doesn’t it?”

The heat between Charlotte’s legs had been building the whole time he spoke. He seemed so powerful to her now. So intelligent and commanding and incredible. Who wouldn’t want to let him think for them? “Yes! More than anything. Use your ray gun on me. Decide what I think. Decide what I feel. Decide who I am. Take my mind! Use it! Or just tell me what to do. Tell me what to think. You don’t even need your invention. Control me. Take me! It makes me so hot. Make me yours. Own me forever!”

Dr. Gehirn chuckled softly. “Quite the response. I wonder how much of this is my doing and how much we just awakened something inside of you. No matter. There may be a small issue with the ‘forever’ you just mentioned. It will take much more research, but it isn’t clear at all that these effects last much longer than stimuli are being input into your delta band. Given some time, your brain will probably resume it’s original thought patterns with no more than a memory of how you behaved.”

Charlotte was heartbroken. She hadn’t known it 5 minutes ago, but it was so clear to her now that she wanted nothing more than to be this man’s slave. To give her mind and body to him. To be his plaything. His property. His toy. She felt like she could cry.

“Oh no, none of that. There is another possibility. You see, the longer your thoughts are entrained by the signal, the harder it gets to snap back. Little by little, you forget to think on your own. Left long enough, your mind would willingly think whatever it was told and forget it ever came up with any thoughts on its own. Then I could put whatever I wanted in that pretty little head of yours, and it would never occur to you to think anything different. How does that sound?”

Tears were beginning to well up in Charlotte’s eyes now. How did it sound? She couldn’t imagine anything making her happier. She was too emotional to speak. She nodded her head vigorously.

“Good girl.” He smiled the warmest smile at her and she felt herself melt on the spot. “This might feel a little like going to sleep. We are going to gradually withdraw the signal until your mind is doing nothing at all and then slowly and steadily begin putting thoughts into your head. They might feel like dreams but more vivid...more intense, more...permanent.” He clicked his mouse a few times and, pausing for a moment to look her up and down again, pressed a single key.

“And now your ray gun will work on me forever?” Charlotte asked, a smile growing and growing on her face. “You can control my thoughts for good?”

Doctor Gehirn nodded. “That’s right, Charlotte.” Her eyes slowly grew wider. Her mouth fell open. Another moment passed and her eyes rolled back, fluttering as new ideas and a new self were written into her mind. “And the first thing we are going to do is teach you the proper technical name for this device.”

Her legs fell open as her body relaxed more and the doctor noticed just how excited the experiment had made her. “Well...maybe the second thing.”

[lizaluvsthis]

Purposely on purpose

THIS is a second part of Accidental Kiss

It's another pov focusing on with the M&M duo! (This is not a ship-this is a friendship thing)

WARNING! SNOWTRAPPED MENTIONED

With the duo's teamwork upon making their own special fort for a base, they noticed something that mario have thought of a good idea...

(AGAIN. I'm not as much of an experienced fic writer I'm continuing this last part)

"Its'a Mario time- here we gooo!!!" Mario jumped out of the base and threw countless of snowballs to Bob and SMG4, Meggy kept making more snowballs to save its bullets.

"YOU SON OF A B-TCH I'M GONNA TEAR YOUR SH-T APART WITH MY SNOW GUN-" with bob's words, he pulled out a giant gun and pulled the trigger. Causing to damage the front of Mario and Meggy's base

"Thats it- you're on!" Meggy joined in as she pulls out her splatoon gun and jumped out of her fort. She charged from the attack, as bob dodged the bullets. The man in white and blue is shot to his left.

"You're gonna regret that!" SMG4 smiles as he pulled out his big machine gun firing tons of snowballs, "Mario's got a fish to deal with you-" he pulls out a tood out of nowhere, and flatten its head to make a shield.

"YOU STUPID C#%^" Bob shouted at Mario, as he swung both of his swords(hands...?) To split the snowballs in half. Sadly Bob is very bad at this.

"You'll never take me alive SMG4! Because..." Mario pulls up his sunglasses. "You've got-no RIZZ" SMG4's exasperated expression gave temper from Mario's comment.

"GET OVER HERE!!" "WOAH MAMA MIA!!!" SMG4 starts to chase wherever Mario goes, running across the grounds as he started shooting snowballs at the fat italian, But left with uncontrollable speed that the red italian has.

A few minutes later...

"WOA- huff huff..." Mario is getting slower and slower from having to escape with Four. He spots the fort he and Meggy made and rushed through the thick snow blocking his way.

"MEGGY!!! MEGGY! AYAYAYAYA! Pls let Mario in!!!" Mario grieved in desperation, a gap from the passage way opens as she quickly pulled the back of the red-man's collar. Then closes in.

Mario sighs in relief when Meggy shuts the door, "Red you should be more careful on what you were gonna say! Now SMG4 is probably looking for-"

Meggy's phrase when the two heard Four's muffled voice from the door. "Hahaha! Gotcha now Mar- huh?"

Meggy and Mario stood quiet and opened a small gap from the door to peek outside on whats happening.

SMG3 is seen on the other side making his snowman which is eggdog, then to his right it was SMG4. "Oh. You."

SMG3's wide eyes soften behind his furious glare, Meggy and Mario looked at eachother for a second then back to focus at the two ex-rivals.

"If theres a possible chance I thought it'd be fun too for you to joi-" "No thanks" "aww cmon! Why not?"

Meggy slowly closed the door as Mario wanted to laugh, this took the dried Squid by suprise. "What is it Red?" Mario wanted to reply, but he couldn't help but snicker about the idea.

"Mario- is very- sorry-" he fixed himself up and starts to speak with a plan. "Mario has- a good ideal"

"Better not be one of those forceful kisses, because last time you did that from a tiktok challenge it didn't quite end we-" she heard a jingle from Mario's grasp.

It was a Mistletoe. Wait A MISTLETOE?!

"How did you- where did you get that?" "Mario borrowed it from a "friendly" neighbor from town ^○^"

I'm quessing it was stolen. Meggy thought from her head.

"Mario's gonna help and find a way to put a Mistletoe above them both to finally kiss!" "Mario- from the last time, we're not doing that." Meggy bugged his simple plan.

"Eh?" The sound of the meme audio and a glass shattering from the scenario. "But-but-" "You and know how much Three and Four had been through for like- I dunno-I was here six years ago when you told me about him and Four's unstable connection."

"So why do you not want to do it when you also want to?" Mario could never thought first about why, but to Meggy she didn't bother to answer. Mario's dumb but he has a heart, the only problem for him was that his brain doesn't correspond much to understand from what other peoples perspective have.

But this time, he has to learn something about it.

Meggy pulls up her splat gun and checks if she has enough ammo for an incoming battle with bob as she speaks.

"It's not that easy Marin, do you realize how hard it is for people like SMG4 or SMG3 to understand? Even tho I do also want that idea they both need to take their time to... yknow?" She gestures her hands, swaying clockwise.

Mario feels a bit confused as he scratched his head. Meggy grumbled in disbelief. "Ughh..." pinching the bridge of her nose, looking at Mario again.

"Process their feelings with one another, know about their boundaries, respect their privacy? I thought you know that stuff? It's ridiculous how you don't You're even respectful enough to give SMG4 some space when he-" the hit of an event flashed through her eyes.

Remembering SMG4's hyperventilating right after they want back from getting the star in princess peach's castle inside of that- hell hole....

She took a deep breath moving the subject. "I mean SMG4 is our friend, we gave him some time to think through and move on from what had happened. Im sure you know what I'm going here-" Mario frowned.

"But- SMG3...?" "Three has went through slot, you and I both know they both have been enemies since before I came here. We also know what he felt right after he said that right infront of him, we were there! We can't just push people from that. It takes-"

Mario yawned, "boring" Meggy's eye twitched.

"You don't know how SMG3 and SMG4 have been through before- I suppose I hadn't told you- everything?" She tilts her head sideways in a puzzled look.

"What are you saying?" "7 years ago they both got trapped in the igloo-" "DID YOU PLAN THAT?! MARIO! I SWEAR T--" Mario backs Meggy away by pushing her to calm her nerves. "Sheesh Meg- I was about to say that it wasn't on purpose...

"Oh, sorry..." the two stayed silent then Meggy spoke again. "So- what happened after they got stuck?" Mario points up his finger taking a deep breath, having the urge to explain. He stops for a bit.

"Are you sure you want to know?" "Yes." "You really really want to know?" The dried squid felt impatient from Mario asking her. "Mario, are we going to just sit here and wait for you to stop asking me the same question again over and over?"

Both eyes from the fat italian looked to the opposite directions as he said "yes." From what the dried Inkling left a reply of silence.

Mario starts to explain. "So me and SMG4 were stuck out from snow- I am suppa invincible from the cold so he went inside an igloo owned by an old man! Then I saw SMG3!

He was using an ugly tech that makes him float up in the sky! I wanted to say hello. Then ended up blasting something-SMG3 got terrified and he went inside the igloo where SMG4 is at and I guess he didn't know that he was also there?

The big snow thing collapsed and ended up trapping them both inside-" "please don't tell me they both fought inside-" sighed by Meggy "quite the complete opposite actually." Mario locked at the ceiling to visualize the past.

"I was only trying to find a way to get them both of the igloo safe and sound- which I did manage but- alas going inside of the igloo they both were..." Mario's mustache grew an inch bigger as he slowly turned to look at Meggy who couldn't understand his non verbal communication.

"Both what? When you said they both did the opposite, does that mean they were both bonding?" "More than that-" "they were both sitting and having snacks?" "No" "they were playing?" "No" "Mario just give me an direct answer cause I can't look back in the past THAT YOU WERE IN."

"Alright! Alright! Fine!" Mario felt a bit pissed by her being impatient, but she can't be blamed. It was all what HE witnessed after all...

"They were making like- what couples d-" "THEY W-MRFF" Meggy was about to scream at Mario as he covered her mouth, for Three and Four not to hear.

"Sorry-" She gave Mario an awkward smile

knowingly what she had heard from Mario all true, she had regretted to know what else had happened after he witnessed them both doing that.

"You're not joking!" She exclaimed in a whisper. "What Mario says is all true! I don't even know why they both did that but it was trully magnifi-" Meggy slaps Mario back in reality.

"OWOWOWOWO! He rubbed his cheek, "You should've told me about that sooner" Mario admits defeat by putting both of his hands up to stop Meggy.

"Hey-it was from the past- and honestly it was pretty old! These two are obliviously indenial with each other" Mario exclaimed.

"Yeah right-" Meggy opened the door to take a small peek again, and Mario who wanted to see as well.

"I forgive you." SMG4 is seen to be hugging SMG3 as he wrapped both of his arms from the back of his partner. They both stood there silence feeling safe... quiet... and... soft...

Wait- soft? Wow thats a first time they both have seen Three acting like that. Wasn't it? Or maybe it has happened before and right after what happened from the castle...

The two were having their own heart catching moment, and Meggy closed the door again.

She looked at Mario in a smile "Mario?" The fat italian looked at her. "Hm?" "How about we do your so called plan "Mistletoe"?"

It wouldn't hurt- after all- Mistletoes are still traditions for someone to kiss that special person underneath it.

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"A little bit to the right- no wait- left?" Meggy tried guesturing her hands by moving Mario from the spot, from every step he took. He kept looking down at the floor assuring his balance and did his best not to slip and fall.

The mistletoe is tied with a string, from what Mario is currently holding. It hasn't yet been attached from the stick.

"Aaaaand there! Stop there!" He stopped from the place following Meggy's messages accordingly.

"Alright, now all that we need to do is- measure the string... now I have no idea how long it would be to reach down from-" Bob appeared from behind.

"WHATS UP YOU UGLY B-TCHES" in character for still, he called them both. Meggy grumbled. "Ughh not you again- look Bob, Mario and I are doing something important. How about we call in for a time out?"

He puts down both of his sword-(HANDS?)

"I'M NOT GETTING FOOLED AGAIN" He threw snowballs at her back, but Meggy didn't face him.

She didn't had the time to deal with him right now. "SO THATS WHAT YOU WANT THEN?"

"A DRIED INKLING WHO CHOSE TO LOSE FROM THE AWESOMEST DUDE RAPPER BOB" Meggy stopped. Mario who is now worried about bob's actions by facing her consequences.

His eye guestured to him sending a sign of- "you just got f-cked up"

Meggy turned her head to face Bob, with a presence of pure rage.

"I will not. Be beaten. By. A STUPID RAPPER!" Meggy goes on full action mode, sliding her right leg. Pulling up her splat gun from behind.

"YOUR. RAPPING. SUCKS!" Meggy in rage, kept pushing the trigger from the gun. "HAHAHA LOL WHAT A LOS-" Bob laughed in a sarcastic tone to Meggy, she wanted him buried 6 feet to the ground.

Bob's blade took a slash from the snow in the ground as he accidentally blinded Meggy's eyes to where she shot Mario's leg. "AH AHHH! OH NO!" He wanted to scream, but looking down. Theres SMG3 who starts screaming at SMG4.

Mario can't fall now- not that they're so close to making them both smooch!

"Hey! Its not fair!" Four screamed back at him, as SMG3 threw snowballs at him. "God dammit!" Mario's last call as his bare hands lost grip from the mistletoe as it fell down towards the two ex-rivals.

"M-MEGGY!!!" Mario tried pulling up the string but it has now reached down from the level where Three noticed it. "Oh- you got- to be- f-cking- kidding me-" Mario cursed, before Meggy could knock out Bob.

"What- what is it?" She had successfully knocked out Bob and noticed Mario who screamed and cried while holding the remaining string.

"F-CK!" She drops bob to the floor and sprinted to Mario, leaning from the edge as the two watched as what happens next. (Wow never knew Meggy could swear :0 btw thats her favorite swear word)

"I uhh... I have to go-" SMG3 backs away, much to Mario and Meggy's disappointment. SMG4 tried reaching out for Three, in sudden turn of events. The M&M duo had caught Three slipping from the ice and his face landing to SMG4's.

Mario and Meggy celebrated "Yes!" "Haha!" The two had successfully did it after all. It wasn't put to any waist to give out the plan, it was worth it.

Meggy and Mario did a high-five as they smiled. Mario began pulling up the string attached to the mistletoe, "Still want to say give them both some time to realize?" Meggy scoffed.

"I really doubt they don't realize their feelings, they did it before they'll kiss again here-" the two looked from below to check up on the gay lovers again, seeing that SMG4 gave Three a second kiss.

This made them both scream, oh god. Gay people. Mario is really happy for them and Meggy too now that the two are finally making it official right there on the spot.

"DID YOU B-TCHES JUST FORGOT ABOUT ME?" Both of their eyes went wide, Bob pushed the duo off the roof. "HAH. Got-em"

"BOB YOU SON-OF-A-B-TCH!" Mario gave him a middle finger falling mid air, but bob has already walked away. "Ahh! Hang on! Mario!"

SMG3 opened his eyes when he heard the scream of Mario and broke the kiss. "What the- am I hearing Mario just because you kissed me? Did I just die?" SMG3 looked very clueless because of this.

SMG4 licked both of his lips and heard the screams. "It sounds like-" He looked up above the sky as he saw Mario and Meggy falling. "OH WHAT THE FU-" SMG4 had no time to process seeing that Mario will land at his body flat to the ground.

Closing his eyes as he braced from the impact, but left nothing with a forceful push. "Three?" He opened his eyes seeing that the guy he had JUST gave a real kiss earlier- had saved his F-CKING LIFE.

"A..." was all that Four could speak out, he couldn't process from everything that happened. Meggy landed to the ground safely by using one of Mario's mushrooms.

But to Mario tho- he did hit the ground too hard. "Oof-"

"You guys okay?" She brushed off the snow that covered her legs focusing on the two. But Four and Three had almost forgot the world had exist around them just by locking into each other's eyes.

"C'mon! Stop making googly eyes with each other and lets go back- get something to eat. Mario's hungry" Mario said picking himself up and stood right beside Meggy, SMG3 and SMG4 looked at them both and back at each other.

Realisation hits them both just noticing they had been staring. SMG3 is the first to get up "right err-uhhh... sorry-" He reached down to him both of his hands, to where Four gradually accepts.

Closing his hands from his, SMG4 got up and smiled "You- you saved me..." "heh- hey it's like- the third time you told me that already-" SMG3 chuckled.

"Sooooo?" Meggy taps her right foot. "Are you both dating now? Can Mario take a picture?" Four and Three gave each other a warm smile and gazed eyes.

And Four held Three's hand interlocking with his. "That calls out for us both! We're officially dating!" Mario jumped up and down in excitement as Meggy clapped for them both congratulating them.

The four walked towards the Castle while other of their friends are minding their own business.

"When is the wedding?" Asked by Mario, ruining the mood. The two lovers shouted louder.

"SHUT UP MARIO!" Leaving his reaction with a smirk. (Typical-)

-and there you have It a classic ending ^^ happy new year btw!

If you're reading this note it's currently 2 am in the morning that I finished this (its 1st of January 2024 so- cough- okay- bye!)

[fishsprout]

SPLATOON 3 NINTENDO DIRECT SIDE ORDER ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING OH MY GOD

okay. analysis time

MY GIRL AAHHH SHES BACK!! okay SO. inkopolis square. but dead. its a bleached coral forest basically. there seems to be this sorta of,, electricity thing going on throughout the trailer that we can see on the lobby tower. overall looks dope as hell

WE HAVE THE FULL FIT!! FOR BOTH GENDERS!! okay first of all what are those ink tanks? sorta looks like those IV bags. same with the outfit,, the shoes sorta look like casts and the clothes look like some sort of sensory deprivation tank suit. a lot of medical vibes going on from the white color and everything. i love it

PEARL BOT! no questions about it, marina definitely made this for her (the wives :D) its interesting that pearl isn't actually there (marina isn't either, ill talk more about my theory later) but she can still talk to us through this robot. also love how marina added the sliding eyebrows to make it more expressive LMAO

i love how we can ride pearl bot as well. i think this will be an important feature, wonder if we can control her when this happens :O

okay what are these? i think the first one on the left is a mem cake, not really sure what the others are though

okay im seeing a theme of electricity and we can see in the background it sort of glitching, so i think side order might a simulation or something. the huge orb in the middle is definitely some fucked up zapfish (where you end the level im assuming), but its glitching and then a ton of the skeleton creatures come out of it

it looks like a ton of dead fish (dedf1sh...?),, we havent seen any octolings that you need to fight yet so these seem like the new enemies replacing them for side order. though i do wonder if we'll ever encounter an evil octoling (or inkling or salmonid, who knows) also are these an entire new species? or just some simulation creature

i also love how instead of ink, its the same electricity we've been seeing used to summon the weapons. this whole realms creation definitely has something to do with marina since its side order and its super technologically advanced

okay WOA numbers. definitely something marina would implement. i don't have much to say about this but yea, im loving the tech-y themes going on. it also seems like pearlbot is helping you fight these guys since she is shooting lasers at them. if she's sorta like small fry, i wonder if we will ever get to use her as a bomb, or if she is automatic

also its confirmed that the octoling is indeed agent 8! i was like 90% sure but im glad its definite

okay the biggest thing about this trailer, DEDF1SH!!!!!!!!!

"just another bystander who got sucked in." what sucked them in? my theory is that marina somehow trapped them in a simulation she made of a world thats orderly- maybe she made it after the final fest?or is this an already existing place? maybe some whirlpool was created after octo expansion and this place exists under inkopolis square?

SHE HAS A NAME!!! ACHT!!!! also i am so glad all of the fan theories were correct and she isn't evil, just still partially sanitized. i wonder if that will be a factor in the story? more dedf1sh lore?

her glasses are different! since she doesn't have the hypno shades anymore she prolly has much more awareness now since she isnt being brainwashed, though she is still sanitized- but i think the music is counteracting the effects of that since shes a dj and shes always wearing headphones

also why is her arm bandaged? what happened to her? also all this time i thought she was wearing a tshirt LMAO

i am a huge dedf1sh fan and i have quite a few theories about her, so i hope she is an important character in the story of side order and we get some backstory

ESPECIALLY ABOUT HER HISTORY WITH MARINA!! they are both djs so that probably is important, but i am really excited to learn more about them. i think marina mightve gone missing and we are looking for her too?

the color chips seem to be like, stat boosts? and also 8 started to gain color once you add them! its sorta like deep cut's colored fingers. wonder if this will be a new feature after the dlc! i loveee customization options

this seems to be the respawn animation which !?!?!? IS SO COOL!?!?!

i have no idea what this is but. oh my god. i am so excited for this. its happening.

[just-patchy]

C for the alphabet soup ask ? :)

Thanks for the ask! :3c for my sanity sake I’ll be sticking with my twst ocs, though I’ve also included my wip babies (and breaking my own rules of reserving my wna girls for my wna blog bc i don’t talk about them enough www)

Cetus Larimar

3rd year in Octavinelle and I made him only bc i wanted a whale shark merfolk oc. He’s a big boi and a little pookie. I’m not sure if I ever posted his UM but he does have one according to my drafts, it’s just nameless bc I couldn’t think of a name yet.

Shi Canlong

3rd year of my WIP fandorm Qilin, was the former dorm head until Yanque (2nd year, current dorm head) fought him for the position and won. He’s adopted and raised in a strict family so he’s actually pretty hard-working, he’s just also an arrogant lil shit (lol). I like to think of him as a bit of an honest guy

Calla Megrez

2nd year in Monarchia WNA (Az’s fanschool). I ended up developing her quite a bit in terms of trivia because it was really fun to do a “wild child” character. I also did a Black Clover AU for her because of it (the “wild child” aspect) since hierarchy and social class is a major theme in Black Clover, I thought it would be interesting to see how someone who’s generally rather removed from such social classes (due to being a bit of a societal outcast) would function.

Celestia Vikare

1st year WIP in Kriegskald and based off of Icarus! She’s a child genius who got into WNA early (13) and is basically a lil shit www a very typical ore-sama type character who gets super defensive when criticised but if you praise her it’ll go straight to her head (lol). She just does whatever she wants so she’s always getting in trouble

Clair Moreau

Vice dorm head of Lyrania (my fanschool WOA) and based off of the violin princess from Music Land. He’s canonically shipped with Lula (dorm head and based off of the alto saxophone prince) and is gnc. He’s generally pretty reserved but also a bit of a violin/strings instrument freak (specifically the actual strings. He likes pressing on those). I think I named him after the Clair de Lune?

Calixto Fynderne

2nd year based off of Narcissus, originally for Key’s fanschool PSU but like idk what to do with him lol, he’s neighbours with Lauren (WNA girl based off of Echo) and was her first crush but didn’t work out. Since most of his parasocial fans are girls his age, he’s not very good with women. His favourite food is also not disclosed for related reasons. He’s an awkward kid who loves himself much more than others, but you just need a lot of patience and maybe a bit of masochism to get him to open up www

Cosmo Dorado

1st year for Lizz’s fanschool DIE and based off of the Grizzly Gulch in HK Disneyland. He’s a very happy-go-lucky (emphasis on lucky) kid and honestly I almost had Komaeda in mind while I was making him because his talent is luck (except he doesn’t have the luck cycle that Komaeda does, he’s more like Naegi, though I also based him off of Uno from Nanbaka and unintentionally Orias from Iruma). Another problematic kid that does whatever tf he wants, but he looks up to the dorm head :3c

Claude Avenant

Music teacher and residential manipulative hag of NRC based off of Maestro Forte. Formerly a bigshot in classical music but retired and currently teaching as a bit of a hobby. I think I gave him a cane because Maestro Forte as an organ is bolted to the wall, so a human twisted from him would probably have mobility issues? It probably would have made more sense to make him paralysed to some extent but Maestro Forte is basically part of the room he was in because of all the stuff that’s connected so like???? The only thing that moves is his face and keys???? I don’t know man

Callista Lebeau

Librarian/Teacher at WNA and based off of Belle/Beauty (both Disney and original version). I think I had something I wanted to plan between her and Vargas due to their inspos but it’s been so long I forgor. According to age-old discord messages her sisters are like, guest teachers at WNA from time to time because ✨plot devices✨

[queenseneca]

Oh GOD this was a disappointment. And yeah, spoilers or whatever. I don't really care.

Get it out of the way, this was not the Knuckles show, this was the Wade show. Too much Wade. Too much. Way too much. It's annoying. Look, I liked him in the movies, he did a good job there because he wasn't the main focal point, and in the first couple episodes I could excuse how he acted.

But no. OH NO. After episode two, he just got so bad. Taking the spotlight from, frankly, the MUCH better character. Episode one set a perfect precedent for how the series could have gone. But nope. They threw it all away.

Then by episode five, they've literally made Knuckles a side character. In the show that's NAMED AFTER HIM. Oi vey.

This really should have just been named Wade. But no, if they named it that, it wouldn't get the people watching it. Because no-one likes Wade. He's a side character; keep him as such. He went from ok in he movies, to tolerable in the first two episodes, then 3-6 he became full on egotistical.

I wish Knuckles had been the main character. I wish he'd been given the spotlight. I was so looking forward to it. I was looking forward to watching something about him, learning about him and how he interacts with the world, how he comes to terms with his inevitable home in Green Hills. I wish he'd had more interactions with Sonic and Tails. But they're thrown out after episode ONE. After that, it's random unimportant person after random unimportant person. Seriously think this show had been written and voiced by AI. Because it's just that bad.

And I haven't even gotten to the lackluster villains. I know they're supposed to be important and everything, raise the stakes, but they're really not. Just generic "bad British woman and coloured man to show diverse cast". I mean, they literally tossed a man, who was white and blonde, into the Mushroom planet with no reason whatsoever than political stuff, I'm sure. And they tarnish the good name that Jim Carrey made playing as Robotnik. Even if he isn't in the show (thank god), they treat him like he's nothing more than a commodity, someone to link to every bad thing that G. U. N does.

Oh yeah, haven't mentioned that yet. They're using THAT G. U. N. Y'know, the one that's supposed to be super powerful and secretive that, for hopes of Sonic fans, will be treated with respect in the 3rd movie? The one that offed Maria Robotnik and drove Gerald crazy and started Shadow's entire character arc? That G. U. N. They aren't even given that much screen time. Two episodes, then they're tossed away until episode five. And the woman is all "oh woa is me, I wasn't listened to because I'm a woman and the place I work for is misogynistic and I was given a desk job to keep me safe waaa"

And the ending. Oh boy. Ok, to put it in simple terms, I'd call the ending of season one (and hopefully the series), stupid. For 6 episodes, they had a chance to grow genuine chemistry between Wade and Knuckles, to give them a chance to get along. To give them a reason. And you'd think with a series like Sonic whose games are rife with dark and mature themes, they'd explore it. But nope. It's just the first movie, remade with Knuckles and Wade, but done so much worse. The Jewish stuff wasn't important. The dad abandonment wasn't needed. It's important to Knux, I know, but Wade didn't have to have it too just to find a way to relate.

And guess what? His dad is another white blonde man! Because they're just the devil in the media these days! I'd say he's British too but it doesn't contribute to the story. He's treated like a narcissist, an uppity person (like apparently all people are when they're repeat winners in a certain sport or game). god forbid a man be proud of himself.

They also did that one scene from the Sonic movie where they faked Knuckles' death, and Wade made an attempt to stand up but failed because he's a useless character. Then he said some stupid crap that he apparently "learned", even though he really didn't.

Shit like this makes me wish that the movies didn't exist.

0/10, don't recommend.

Please, for the sake of your sanity, don't watch this. Or if you do, have a pallet cleanser handy. (The jokes are awful, you'll definitely need it)

And for the comments that'll say it's for kids, the characters use a huge amount of swear words, so that rebuttal holds no ground.

[maydaymemer]

Hitman WoA Lore - How many Elusive Targets ARE there?

With the recent announcement of a brand new Celebrity ET coming to Hitman in spring, I was thinking about which number of Elusive Target this is. It used to be simple, the initial 26 in Hitman 2016 were all unique missions which didnt repeat gameplay from eachother other than using the same pool of six maps. Then Hitman 2 throw a big wrench into all that with its reactivations and reworkings, where I remember there being minor controversy over how to number each ET. Some people would number the new Hitman 2 ETs 1-7, and all the reactivations their own numbering, but then there was the question of counting Undying Returns as separate from Undying and then is Deceivers part of the reactivation numbering or the main ET numbering

It seems that people now with the WoA era dont really number anything anymore, people gave up counting anything unless theyre just counting how many ETs were made for the map pools individually, and if they do they count EVERYTHING as one big number even down to the “Year 2”, “Year 3”, etc. reactivations. Which gets crazy when you see numbers claiming there’s 61 ETs in H3/WoA. Thats crazy and highly inaccurate so i’m going to count every ET and give a canonical number for this new one dependent on each and every methodology you will want to count it with. I will do this in a form of a set of questions you may have:

1. How many ET missions have IO made?

This is the simplest metric. If IO just rerelease an old ET they made it doesnt count as a unique mission but if they some sort of modification to it like a new briefing or cosmetic change or smushing two ETs together not only will I count the original but I will also count the modification as well

So with Hitman 1’s missions we have the initial 26 consisting of 9 in Paris, 6 in Sapienza, 4 in Marrakesh, 3 in Bangkok and 2 in Colorado and another 2 in Hokkaido. Then we add on the Deceivers from H2, where they combine the Congressman and Guru from Sapienza into one mission with a new briefing and new backstories for both characters, to give us 27 on the H1 maps and 7 in Sapienza

With H2’s missions we have to tackle the Undying: technically, and I mean technically, there’s three versions of the Undying: The Undying, The Undying Returns and The Undying Returns (2024). However the 2024 reissue doesnt modify the briefing and its only difference from the Undying and Returns versions is a different thumbnail and a new unlock which could have just happened with either version of the mission anyway. It uses the Undying Returns briefing and Mark Faba’s look from Undying Returns so it’s just a reactivation of Undying Returns. However Undying Returns will count as a different mission in this numbering because it has a new briefing and in the mission itself Mark Faba has an eyepatch from the events of The Undying. No gameplay differences, unlike The Deceivers which is more difficult because you have to kill two targets in one go, but IO would consider this new work so it will count as two missions:

Which gives us 1 mission in Hawkes Bay, 2 in Miami, 1 in Colombia, 1 in Whittleton and 2 in Sgail totaling 7 ETs in H2 and 34 so far

H3 gives us 1 in Dubai, 2 in Dartmoor, 2 in Berlin, 1 in Chongqing and 2 in Mendoza with 8 ETs in its maps. Giving us 42 ETs so far

So by this metric the next ET will be the 43rd Elusive Target mission IO have made

2. How many gameplay-unique missions are there?

But this is a super boring number to conclude from this because no one in their right mind would count The Undying Returns as a unique experience from The Undying, barring the obvious fact of Hitman’s gameplay that you could choose to play one version differently from the other but anything you do in one is transferable to the other as nothing about Faba’s routine and dialogue, the cosmetics of the map or the placement and routes of NPCs is any different. So now we have to count how many missions have IO really made

So we start again with our initial 26 but we leave out the Deceivers. The Guru and Congressman are counted separately because they were made separately. The total of H1 remains 26

Then we take H2 and subtract the Undying returns, giving H2 6 ETs and in total we now have 32 so far

H3 remains at 8 so now we have 40 ETs that IO have given us across all three games from 2016 onwards

So this newest ET will be the 41st unique Elusive Target mission made from scratch by IO. I think this is probably the most official, crowd-pleasing number we could conclude with, but I want to get wackier so join me in the next few questions as we get super nerdy on the numbering

3. How many unique, playable ET missions are in Hitman: World of Assassination?

This is probably the purest number we can distill it down to, because it’s a question of if you were to boot up WoA and every ET was somehow activated all at once how many unique missions would you be able to play? This is probably the most useful number for casual fans wanting to play everything

So we take our initial 26 and cut it down to 24. The reason why we do this not only are we now counting the Guru and Congressman as one mission, because with the Deceivers you can only ever play them together in the WoA launcher, but also the Gary Busey ET was never made available in H2 or H3/WoA. So counting them as separate would be ridiculous because that’s not the format theyre ever experienced in anymore and theres no inside-the-game evidence they ever were apart other than inference from them never interacting which requires a knowledge of their route. So this gives us 9 Paris ETs, 4 Sapienza ETs, 4 Marrakesh ETs, 3 Bangkok ETs, 2 Colorado ETs and 2 Hokkaido ETs for a total of 24. Fun fact I initially forgot to count the Blackmailer in Paris and only realized it when my math in this segment was out of wack. So I initially underestimated how many ETs were in Paris, not only is it double what Sapienza currently has but it’s a little bit over that

Then adding 6 to that 24 we get 30 and the ever unchanging H3 number brings up to 38 in total

So in conclusion the next ET will be the 39th unique playable mission you can tackle in vanilla WoA, on a good day

4. How many canonical ET missions are there?

Now this is the big question because while we can debate how ETs can be canon, it’s no doubt that with their lore bleeding into the main game and vice versa with Mark Faba namedropping future Berlin targets only to get namedropped himself by Vidal as a previous target of Diana and 47, as well as the ICA Data Core showing a whole slew of ETs on 47’s file whether we like it or not ETs are canon. But then that begs the question of how many of these ETs are part of this canon?

Well first we take our initial 26 and cut it down to 25, as the canon version of the Congressman and Guru is the Deceivers. However what we then do is add it back up to 26 because now we have to talk about The Brothers. The Brothers was a cut ET mission where you were to kill two of the brothers of prior Sapienza target Silvio Caruso, in Marrakesh. This was never released except for content leaks that were later made as mods but their names were included in the ICA file on 47 in the Chongqing mission so in the lore 47 canonically killed Caruso’s brothers sometime during all this mess

Then we have to include The Undying Returns as a canonical separate contract from the original, whether he killed Faba or not, because the unique briefing means he was given this contract which he fulfilled and then had to be given a new contract to kill him again. With this it brings us back up to 7 for H2 and 33 so far

Then with the immovable 8 in H3 we bring ourselves up to 41 in total so far in terms of canonical, separate contracts 47 has taken on, elusively that is

Which makes this next ET the 42nd canonical elusive target contract 47 has taken on

5. So how many people has he killed?* (*In the ET format)

This one’s the most interesting question because this isnt a question of how many contracts 47 was given or how many missions you can play, but instead a pure kill count. Because some ETs arent merely one and done, theres a few multi target missions. So just for fun lets count out how many guys you kill in these ETs

In H1: Paris has all 1-target missions, so we count that as 9 again. Whether we count the Deceivers or not doesnt matter, we’re just counting how many people die in Sapienza and that’s 6. Marrakesh has 4, but counting the brothers let’s bump it up to 6. Bangkok gives us our first two target mission: The Ex-Dictator and his wife, which gives us 4 kills in Thailand. Colorado has 2 again but The Surgeons in Hokkaido brings its kill count up to 3. So all in all we have 30 kills on the H1 maps

Then with H2 we have no two target missions but remember Undying counts a second time, whether Faba died and came back or a body double died in his place this is a confirmed kill. Giving us 7 total kills in H2 and 37 so far

H3 gives us another two target mission, this time in Dartmoor. So 1 kill in Dubai, 3 in Dartmoor, 2 in Berlin, 1 in Chongqing and 2 in Mendoza for 9 for H3 and 46 total people killed in the Elusive Target missions

So, assuming this next mission will also be one target as usual, the next ET will be the magic number itself: the 47th person our Agent 47 has killed in an Elusive Target mission. That’s a whole lot of killing

6. But what about [BLANK]?

Now we could go about this all day if we broaden the standards of what an Elusive Target is. It’s well known that IO reuse and rework unreleased Elusive Target missions into other formats. For example the Patient Zero campaign and the initial two Special Assignments in Mumbai and Colombia were made from ETs they had lying around. There’s also more unreleased ETs with no canonical ties one way or another, but there’s also some other cut content that seems like cut ETs but in reality they mightve just been beta tests

But I think this list is the one that answers all the questions of the ET numbering that actually matter. The rest is too niche even for me

[honeybeewhereartthee]

MDD MINI CORNER: 🍇 grapes

"what's that?" You ask mayoi who have bunch of things brought back with him after a fan meet.

You wonder how idol can bare with such pain in the ass hours just there in one place, then again a introvert would love to stay in one place. But that's different case, I guess.' you thought as you watch him out down the stuff in the chair. "D-do you want some chocolates?" He ask you as he open the box of chocolate.

With the mention of food, you already at his side and digging in to the food he brought. Seating in the floor instead of the sofa, earning a worry call from mayoi:"mc!"

"Nom.nom." you mooch the food while you lay haft of your body to his laps as you reach out to the chocolate, but then saw very huge grapes. They are the size of eggs.

"Woa--MINE!!" Your eyes sparkle as you take one huge grapes and nom it.

"mcthosegrapesupposetobemine-- but you look so cute!" Mayoi can't help but watch you adoringly as you mooch on the grapes. Even through he loves grapes, he would exchange those to continue watching you eat happily.

"Ooh. Then hwere you goo!" You stop from putting more grapes to your mouth, looking like a cute hamster. To look up to mayoi who almost faint at your cuteness.

"ahh~" you smile happily as you offer grapes to feed him.

"I--... No need, it's fine to watch you eat like a cute hamster-- " he tried to reason out but stop when the grapes is right beside his lips.

"but you love grapes more than I do." You giggle as you feed him the grape. "Say ahh~" you repeated with a close eyes smile.

"...ahh..." With blushful face mayoi slowly open his mouth to bite the grapes.

"Cute." You giggle as he hide his face as he mooch the big grapes. Embarrassed to be seen eaten with his sharp teeth.

"N-no I'm n-not..." Self hate once again strick, mayoi cover his face as he don't felt his cute like you when he eat. He felt that his teeth made him odd and weird.

"But you are~ mayoi is very cute when eating grapes because your eyes sparkle when you eat one." You said what you always observe when he eat grapes before.

Through it's only few times as it's delicacy one cant eat every day for the two of you.

"MC..." He look at you with gaze like your an angel in his eyes. "... Mayoi don't look at me like that, I'm just being honest lol." You giggle as you lay your head back to his lap to reach for food.

"Your fans would think the same too~" you hummed hidding a bit of jealousy because your pretty sure those grapes and chocolate are from his fans.

"ah~ is my MC jealous?" He cant help but smile widely as he realize your tone your using. "who knows." You pout as you take another grapes. Not wanting to continue the topic. "They are my precious fans but your my world." He says as held your cheeks and was leaning in when--

"HEY MAYOI SENPAI GIVE ME SOME CHOCOLATE--... Oh. MY GOSH" Aira followed by oblivious Hiiro slam the door open to only close it before hiiro could see what's up. "WAIT! ...PLEASE DO CONTINUE!" he says as he open the door again to take a pic and slam the door again.

"aira what was that?"

"come on hiiro I heard Niki-san is cooking today! Let's go!"

"but don't we go here cause Niki won't cook today cause of big brother owe him money--"

"SHHHH LETS GOO.

"I..." Mayoi suddenly face envelope with redness and back away but your quick to shamelessly tags his braid. "*Mwah.* You kiss his cheek right beside his lips. "Love you too, mayoi~" you giggle feeling happy again.

"i-- I love you too~"

MC of @allimili

TAG LIST : @allimili @valeriele3 @emikoisdead

[aci32]

WACKEN OPEN AIR PART IV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Picking up where I left off from Part III, after I saw Possessed I chilled out by my locker for a good while and I then went down to the W.E.T. stage to see the last band in VOIVOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was my 6th time seeing them as I saw them in Toronto last June and it was their first Wacken appearance in 13 years. It also felt awesome to see another of the big 4 Canadian Thrash Metal bands at Wacken as the only other one I've seen more than once at Wacken is Annihilator. Hopefully I'll get to see Razor and Exciter play Wacken someday as that would be cool. Denis "Snake" Belanger and Daniel "Chewy" Mongrain are both comedians in between songs with their banter. Chewy was making funny banter while his guitar was getting fixed up and as well Snake's dance moves and faces were priceless, much like how I saw him doing that in Toronto last summer. Here's their setlist:

Killing TechnologyPlay Video

Obsolete BeingsPlay Video

Synchro AnarchyPlay Video

Macrosolutions to MegaproblemsPlay Video

RisePlay Video

Rebel RobotPlay Video

Thrashing RagePlay Video

Holographic ThinkingPlay Video

Sleeves OffPlay Video

Fix My HeartPlay Video

Voivod

After Voivod, I began the gradual process of taking my valuables out of my locker, grabbing something to eat, and going back to my tent to sleep.

Also to note during Megadeth's set Dave Mustaine asked the crowd "Bet you wish you were over here and not over there?" I then replied back with "Ehhhhh not really". Also during Iron Maiden's set Bruce had said people would mistake Can I Play with Madness? with "Can I Play with Agnes" which was another hilarious moment. Also when I saw that EMP commercial that had Helga in it, the locals would scream "HELLLLLGAAAAAAAA" and I thought "Oh, this is who Helga is" as I heard her name being screamed at the merch line at Rammstein in Berlin. I also want to give thanks to Diana for introducing me to the toothpaste alternative of Pfeffermint Schnapps as that stuff relieved me from having to brush my teeth for a few nights.

Sunday August 6th: This was the day I along with the others took down our tents, cleaned up, I got my locker deposit back after emptying out my remaining valuables, helping take down Rendsburger camp for a bit before it was time for me to tag along with Esther and Elke and I then made my rounds and said in the words of Rammstein "Adieu, Goodbye, Auf Wiedersehen" to everyone there. A tractor with a winch was required to tow the car onto the dry pathway, which surprisingly didn't take long. Then once at Esther's place it was coffee and lunch time, and it was shower time for me. I then bid farewell to Esther, and after Elke dropped me off at Itzehoe Hauptbahnhof I said goodbye to her.

Looking back on it, my reasoning for saying I had mixed feelings about this year's Wacken was due to me being exhausted and having sore thighs from walking in the mud, but looking back on it, despite the shitty weather and horrible mud, I had a great time with the Crüe, other friends I ran into, and new ones I made along the way. It's highly unlikely I'll return next year as my odds of coming to WOA 2024 are 20/80, but I'll definitely aim to return in 2025 and hopefully I won't be dealing with any tragedies just like I dealt with in Elouise dying 8 days before I left. This years Wacken was not just for Elouise Marshall, but for Walter Froebrich and Werner Flick, even though I didn't know Werner all that well. I will add I went to Elouise's memorial bonfire on the last day of August, which was a big relief for me as I got to say goodbye to her properly and reflect on all the good times I had with her.

HEAVY METAL FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[euphoriic-dysphoria]

Blue hair - Bucky Barnes

Firs time posting something like this on Tumblr, I welcome constructive criticism, anything to make my writing better and easier to read. As long as you're not an ass about it.

Summary: you've wanted to dye your hair for sometime now, but you're too scared to do it all by yourself and it seems like a whole big thing now that you keep kinda wanna do with a friend. Yes I'm projecting😅😅

THERE MIGHT BE A PART TWO, NOT REALLY SURE YET.

Warnings ⚠️ : none, just extreme flustered bucky, whipped bucky, fluff ig yeah. Without further ado,

Bucky was falling for you. Hard. He fell more each and everyday, but somehow, you were either not into him at all, or painfully oblivious.

He said painfully, because everytime you expressed even the slightest discomfort, even if on the Quinjet you just couldn't fall asleep, bucky just had this inexplicable urge to suddenly bring you all the pillows in the world to make you happy and laugh and smile your beautiful smile.

Bucky wasn't stupid. He'd seen how smart you were on missions, and how fast you'd solved riddles to annoy Tony. You would never be oblivious to things like this. He'd long ago accepted that he was just gonna be a friend to you, of course that didn't stop him from daydreaming about you, or freezing up everytime you brushed your arm with his.

After all, some might assume what with bucky falling head over heels for you (literally, but that's a story for another time, including Sam and being at the beach) that you guys were probably best friends or at least pretty close. Nope. Bucky was embarrassed to say that you stole away all his old fashioned Brooklyn charm the minute you were in a 2 meter radius. He was so nervous he stumbled over his words and opted to just stay quiet and enjoy your presence.

Of course, you thought that bucky was just naturally shy, and well- akward. It never occurred to you that you were the cause of that shyness, but you didn't mind. You found it endearing and utterly adorable the way a pale pink would wash over his features, and brush across his nose.

Today, he was utterly relaxed, pink free, in his room in the Avengers tower, reading and trying to get the thought of you out of his mind. That was hard when abruptly a hard knock sounded at his door, and he was just about to turn around and ignore it, when he heard you mumbling and thinking outside. Supersoldierhearing

Closing his book, he straightened up and furrowed his brow, thinking as to why you'd be outside his room. He hoped everything was alright.

"buckkyyyyyyyy! Woa-hiya, how are YOU on this verrrry fine morning?" You stumbled into his room, bucky was so deep into his thoughts he wasn't aware he opened the door so suddenly, you almost fell in.

A whirlwind of chaotic energy, you recovered quickly and jumped about, before turning back to where bucky was frozen at his door.

You were only wearing a T shirt.

Now, it was 7 in the morning, and most of the avengers were well aware that you walked around in a t-shirt in the mornings, well, only Steve and Nat cause they were the only ones that woke up then. Normally, bucky wakes up earlier to do his run, and so by the time you wake up, he's showered and reading in his room.

Shaking his head a bit to uh, clear up his thoughts, he quietly trudged back to his bed, where you were sitting and excitedly bouncing up and down on.

You gave him a good morning half hug, as you were practically buzzing with energy.

Oh. That alone was more that enough to make Bucky's cheeks start to glow a dusty pink.

However, you were already setting up the boxes of hair dye on his night stand.

"ok. Alright buck, are you ready for maybe the most important decision of your lifetime?? Ahem-" Buckys eyes widened as you did a little drumroll, jiggling your thighs and bringing up your shirt a bit, but you were too absorbed in the boxes you didn't even notice.

In your best announcer voice, you looked at him and grinned. "Blue, or red?" Holding up each colour respectively.

Huh? Bucky was so focused on your smile he practically missed what you said, which would've been hella embarrassing.

"uh- I'm not- where is this coming from?" Bucky almost winced at his voice, coming out hoarse and deep.

With an angelic smile on your face a devil would fall for, you patiently explained the hair dye situation. You wanted to dye your hair. Check. You already bought the hair dye. Check. And last but not least, now you were waiting on one of your friends to reply to you about dying their hair too. This wasn't a demanding act, for you only hit up the people you knew also had wanted to dye their hair too.

"i-i uh whyreyaaskingme?" Oh god. Before Bucky had anytime to mentally smAcK himself for mumbling like that, you were already replying.

With a soft smile you said, "well of course I'm asking you buck, I don't think it's very nice to knock on people's doors at 7 in the morning unless they're awake, and Nat and Steve left together to get coffee. Plus, I trust your opinion, I'm sure you have an excellent sense of style." You teased, reminding him of the time he refused to wear a ridiculous suit that Tony had jokingly, not really, designed.

Buck sighed quietly, as you made your way to the bathroom to compare the colours. Ouch. It was never a nice feeling to know you had come to him out of necessity. Little did he know, you had earlier rushed Nat and Steve straight outta here, in attempts to build a closer bond with bucky. Those two just shared a smug little knowing look, before hightailing it right out of the tower.

Lost in his thoughts, bucky didn't realize you had stopped muttering to yourself about the hair colours.

It was quiet. Too quiet. In the bathroom, there was absolutely no sound.

Bucky frowned, making his way over, and knocked on the door.

"can-uh do you mind if I come in?" Bucky knocked.

The door creaked open, and Bucky peeked inside to find your dejected expression and little pouty lips as you sat on the edge of the sink counter, scrolling through your phone.

"hey- wh-whats wrong doll?" Aw jeez. Cut it out, he said firmly in his head. Stop stuttering, just talk to her like a normal person.

"you- wanna tell me why you're looking like a sad puppy down over here?" Bucky's breath hitches as he's in the middle of berating himself for comparing you to a puppy, when you finally look up and meet his eyes, droplets threatening to leak and break past your waterline.

Bucky's heart just about cracks at the sadness radiating off of you. As far as he knows, you of all people should never have to feel this sad. All nervousness forgotten, he quickly bends down and tilts your chin up, tenderly wiping away the tears that have now started their journey down your cheeks.

It's been 5 minutes of you and him, leaning against each other as he wipes away the quiet tears that keep replacing each other.

Finally, in a quiet voice, you explain. At first it was just the dissapointment of no one wanting to really dye their hair with you. But you understood. Really, it was early in the morning, and it was easy to see why people didn't wanna dye their hair right away, or at all even. You completely and totally respected them and their choices. But then, you thought, maybe they're annoyed at me. Maybe, they don't like me anymore. Maybe they wish I'd leave them alone. Maybe they'd be better off without me.

You were well aware you were spiralling, but after the negative thoughts started, it was hard to stop. You had anxiety of these types of things.

Countless times, Nat and Wanda had had to reassure your wanted presence and that the team did love you.

While you were explaining, Buckys arms slowly snaked around to embrace you, and put his chin on top of you head. He was sad, simply because you were.

But listening to your thought process made him realize that you were human too, and it opened his eyes to listen to your anxiousness, no matter how much it still hurt.

Uh oh. The feeling was coming back, tugging at bucky, eating him away, making him want to do anything to make you happier.

Tightening his arms around you one last time before releasing you, he blurted, "uh- I'll dye m-my hair."

Your eyes widened. A small smile slowly creeped onto your tear streaked face. "Yo-you'd do that f-for me?" You hiccuped.

Holy shit. Oh man. Bucky would've tattooed his face if it gave you that little glowing smile and hopeful face you were giving to him now.

"Oh doll. You wouldn't believe what I'd do for you."

PART TWO IS NOW UP

[dearest-kibble]

yan kenma who has you locked up in his apartment- it’s been some time and you’ve given up escaping but you know he live-streams so you kind of start living small clues that you’re there in hope someone will figure it out? but instead of a viewer kenma finds out; and instead of stopping you he just decides to taunt you and play along to the point his viewers make it an inside joke- the emotional rollercoaster that would be? he wouldn’t have to punish you- the crushing despair is enough alone

This is so deliciously fucked up I love it,,, thank you anon, Kenma hits so different. I love him thank you so so so much. i am working on so much,,, thank you for being patient with all my uhhh lateness? this kinda became something a little different than the prompt but hopefully thats good?

Kenma Kozume x Fem reader

tw: Typical yandere-ness, humiliation? Sexism? Mentioned stalking, (If im missing anything please let me know my brain isn’t functioning rn)

You’re sitting on his lap, camera angled so that no one’s view is obstructed by your body, but so that all his views can clearly see you. You’ve been here so long, any hope of leaving, ironically, has left you. But, the thought crept slowly, surely, deeply into your brain and hasn’t left. You turn around on Kenma’s lap, straddling him and you’re sure the live chat is going a little crazy at the thought of Kodzuken having someone in his lap while he streams and he’s probably going to tell you to get off soon, but you’ve got the chat’s attention, and you are going to work with it. You tap Kenma’s cheeks, slight squish on them and you know he hates that it’s on camera all the same, you drum three fingers on his cheek, smiling at him for the camera as your fingertips meet his clammy skin. He doesn’t tell you to stop so across his cheek you swipe your thumb three times as tenderly as possible. As you stand from his lap, you pat his cheeks, three times delicately. You look into his eyes, still as calculating as when you met him, a deceptively warm amber with the tiniest hint of frustration (and somewhere inside, you know it’s probably with you but you can’t care.)

“I’m gonna sit on the couch, ‘kay?” You call softly, hoping you were subtle enough with your plea.

“Oh, okay,” And you think you’re free before he calls a “Wait! Come back for a little.” You’re even halfway to the couch before the words rope you back in. He beckons you to lean down, and whispers into your ear. “I noticed you trying to sign to get out. Morse code isn’t as subtle as you think, you might as well just ask them to get you out,” You chance a quick look towards chat.

“Was that morse code?”

“Holy shit! Yeah, I think that was SOS.”

“You think they actually need to get out or it’s one of those ‘my bfs terrible’ jokes?”

“You see the way they were straddling? Def not a hate my bf sorta thing.”

“See?” He’s still whispering into your ear, game forgotten in lieu of what might be called humiliation.  “They won’t believe you because you want to be here. Regardless of what you say, you would’ve left already if you didn’t.” He smiles at you and affectionately pats your head. Like he’d pet a cat. The idea is still in your mind, though perhaps a little shallower. You glance at the chat once more, someone is still talking about it, but Kenma pushes you away with a “I’ll get you when I’m done, okay?” You end your night on the couch with Kenma. He smiles at you and puts your legs on his lap.

The next livestream is two days after the last one. You have something planned once more, hopefully more effective.

“I’m playing minecraft today, I could set up your computer, and we could play together?” His small smile is back. And though a kind gesture, all you can think about is how easily you could make a point.

“Okay!” The earlier plan is immediately forgotten, and thoughts of what you could do in a game, fills your mind. “Will I have a mic?”

“No, I can’t have you telling them can I?” And it clicks, because of course he’d taunt you. But it’s like your brain grew claws that cannot lose their hold.

“Will I have a camera?” And you know the answer, but Kenma might still surprise you. You’ve already had one shock tonight, maybe you’ll get another.

“No. Sorry. You have chat though.” He pats your head again, ruffling your hair. “I’ve already got you set up, c’mon.” He tugs at your hand, pulling gently.

“Thanks Kenma.” He’s put another computer across from his desk on a much smaller table made for playing cards.

“You’re all set up.”

“Yeah.” He clicks the mouse a few times, waves at the camera to his right. “Can everybody hear me?” He waits a few seconds for chat’s response. “Chat is saying yes, so let’s get right in?” He smiles sheepishly to his camera.

“Hi everyone, I’ m Kodzuken and today we are,” He pauses to look at you with honeyed amber eyes. “Playing Minecraft with my partner.” He nods in your direction. You just open the minecraft tab, the only shortcut that seems to be on the computer.

“It’s a LAN server, click that, okay?” So you click it and say nothing. You start to go through the motions of chopping a tree, making sticks, making a crafting table. Kennma is narrating what he does, and you’re not even sure where he is in game until you're knocked back and turn your mouse to look at him.

“Yeah, I know - she should be relying on me.” He’s responding to something in chat, he’s gotta be. You type a quick,

“What’re they saying?”

“Oh, that my girlfriend shouldn’t be so independent, you rely on me - I'm your boyfriend.” Kenma says it so casually, so acerbically that you immediately take off sprinting from the forest in game.  

“She has these bouts - you saw them last stream - where she likes to try and ‘get away’.” Kenma laughs softly; little glockenspiel notes falling from his mouth. “It’s a really cute joke honestly! Anyway, I’ll put my minecraft bed next to hers later, right now...” You stop paying attention and start planning how you’d try to get your point across more clearly. You could make signs, say “Get me out!” Like Kenma suggested.

“Hey! He looks over the screen at you, piercing eyes staring right through you. “Don’t go off on your own, we’re staying together alright?”

“No.” He’ll have to deal with chatting, possibly hearing you by himself. And you continue through the coded forest. It goes pretty smoothly, though you’re sure Kenma is trying to find you, you’ve already created a mine for yourself, and made a little sign with instructions that reads: “Get me out!”

“Her voice is quite cute, isn’t it? I’ll get to hear it for the rest of my life.” He continues humming out yes’s and no’s to his audience that sit captivated in a land of blocks and pixels.

“Hey, I’m going to use the restroom, is it alright if my girlfriend takes over for me?” He stands, and waves you over into his chair that’s been made for gaming and padded with red accents. He watches you with his cat-like eyes as you sit down and pats your head. “I’ll be right back Kitty, behave.” And you hear his soft footsteps get farther away and the creak of the door twice before you finally look at chat.

Woa, Kudzu got lucky huh?

“Please,” You don’t sound nearly as someone might think you would. You’ve been here too long. “Get me out of here?”

Sure sweetheart, just come over to my place first.

“Just - get me away from him please!”

Girls are so whiny huh?

Hey man, its funny at least amiright?

“It’s not a joke -”

She’s really committed to this bit huh

Damn iim staartin to feel bad for ken

Me to :(

“I’ve been here for year and I don’t want to-”

Wow. what an ungrateful bitch.

Ikr? She’s got a bf and everything and she wants to get out?

“No- it’s not like that - he stalked me for months I-” And the familiar desperation you thought hoped beyond all hope that you had lost bleeds back into your voice all repression surfaces like the tide in your eyes.

Oh fuxxx we made her cry.

relax bet she’s just on her period or smth

“I am not!” A bubble of snot pops from your nose and mucus drips uncomfortably to your lips. “I just-”

What could you want that you don’t have.

“My house! My job! My friends!” And your voice breaks

She wants to go back to a job?

Crazy lady huh.

She wants friends when all she really needs is a man? smh.

“Kitten, what-”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” It’s an outburst that you’ll regret later, for one reason or another. But for now it’s a small comfort to speak your mind. With your voice wavering and congested, you choke out a “Let me go home.” Kenma’s eyebrows furrow but his eyes are still the calculating, cold amber they always are.

“Shh shh, it’s okay.” Instead of the quick pats he’s so fond of, he strokes your hair and massages the nape of your neck like he’s picking up a kitten who's gotten into a fight. “I’m going to cut the stream, okay?”

Who’d want to leave Ken, he’s cutting the stream short to help his gf.

…….yeah

I feel bad.

“You should. Please don’t make her cry.” A few clicks later and the stream cuts. “Do you want me to upload that one?” To get your message out? You’d do anything.

“Yes please…” Someone will have to see it. How miserable you are.

“Then it’ll go up, okay?” He pats your back twice, and he stands again to sit at the computer. Out of the blue he speaks again. “They’re right.” No no no no no. “I’m lucky, i’m so glad you're here with me and that you won’t leave.”

“I will get out!” The proof of your white hot anger is breaking the dam built in your throat.

“Where will you go? Your friends don’t know where you’ve gone, they won’t be happy with you coming back unannounced.”

“My parents-”

“You can rely on me, you don’t need anyone else.”

“But I-”

“Shhh kitty, you’re overreacting let’s get you to bed, you’ve had a stressful day.” And so he walks you back to the room you share that's covered in pictures, and he tucks you under the covers and dries your tears with a blanket. He whispers words to you, faint little nothings about games he’s going to play that you’ll enjoy watching and little bits of trivia about what “Kuroo” is up to. Eventually you fall asleep, with his hand in your hair and a chair pulled up close so he can stare. You both know it but no one will admit, some part of him will always enjoy how you lose hope so quickly.

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once again! This should not’ve taken so long,,,, and it kinda deviates from request but! there we are! also,,,, you can’t tell me that like,,,,,,, kenma hasn’t been at least exposed to incels and or like,,,, really sexist guys he streams on twitch or youtube or something so- also thank you anon,,, i really like this one

[scoophilia]

Hiccup watched the furies from the window, dancing in place. His face hurt from an ear splitting grin. “I can't believe it! He's not the only one! This is amazing!” He said all giddy.

Astrid hummed in acknowledgment. As she placed the basket next to the hearth. Strong arms wrap around her suddenly, picking her up. Hiccup spun them around laughing.

“H-Hey! I know you're excited but PUT ME DOWN!” Astrid yelled, still smiling. They slowed to a stop and Astrid steadied herself when her feet touched solid earth. Hiccup pulled her close. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he sighed happily, then he murmured something against her neck.

“Speak up lad! Can't hear ye through the lass,” Gobber piped up, as he stoked the hearth.

“Oh sorry,” Hiccup said, lifting his face clear, “I said: we found another night fury! A female one at that! Toothless may be a dad this Snoggletog. Think of what we could learn from her, the kids, her pack, and-”

Astrid pulled way and turned to face him. She held her hands up.

“Woa, woa, Hiccup! Look, I get you're excited, but-”

“But what? Aren't you happy?”

“Of course I am, but let's be realistic. They might not become mates,” she cupped his face as his jaw dropped, “not cause Tooth isn't amazing, he is, but they might not pair up. Or she has a mate already. She coupld be alone too, we just don't know. I just don't- don't want you to get your hopes too high...”

Silence.

Brows furrowed together, Hiccup pulled away. “How can you even say that, Astrid? We found another after so long. If there's even one, there's a chance! And besides, look at all we've done,” he made a sweeping gesture towards Berk, “In five years dragons and vikings are living side by side. We stopped a madman for Thor's sake.”

“Hiccup, I know that! We don't know anything bout her. She could be the only one.”

“We thought the same for Toothless. It's unknown, yes, but that just means we gotta keep pushing forward! That's how we found her. There could be more and even something greater than that. Anything is possible....Right?” His voice dropped to a whisper.

Astrid stared up at him quietly. Crossing her arms tight, she sighed deeply before plastering a smile on her face, “you're right. If we found her after pushing forward, anything can happen!”

Joy flashed across Hiccup's face at this, until a loud chirp came from behind. Stormfly had poked her head through the window, chirping once more. Then squeakier chirps followed. Smaller Nadder heads peeked above the windowsill, and Astrid bit back a laugh.

“That's my cue,” Astrid said. A quick kiss to Hiccup's cheek before she walked over shoving the Nadder's head out the window muttering to herself. She looked over her shoulder grinning, “They wanna train now. Just like their mother. See ya later!” Astrid vaulted herself out the window and disappeared.

“Hmph!”

Hiccup spun around at the noise. From his spot at the hearth Gobber had scrunched up his nose, and not at the fire. The smith wasn't facing it. “Does that always happen?” He asked.

Another grunt came from him when he saw Hiccup eyes widened in confusion. Hiccup blinked owlishly at his mentor. Before he can speak, Gobber asked, “Does the lass always agree wit' ya?”

His hands flexed, then clenched at his sides as Hiccup gritted his teeth at the accusation. He sucked in a deep breath and lets it out slow. Finally he says, “don't like what you're insinuating, Gobber. This is Astrid, she doesn't agree with just anyone. She trusts me. Besides, she wouldn't just bend to make me happy.”

Gobber sighed, setting the bellows down. He shifted to face Hiccup and as he opened his mouth, a difference voice called out.

“You're too used to how Stoick and I were, Gobber. They're not the same.” They both turned to see Valka walking in.

Gobber said, “right, of course...” he then rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, “ye...easy te forget when ya vanish for twenty years....”

“What was that, dear?” Valka asked.

“Nothin'.” Gobber muttered, poking the hearth again. Hiccup shot a warning look at Gobber. He was given a grunt. Hiccup sighed then smiled upon seeing his mother. Valka made her way over, eyes roaming the house.

“I came over te see how our new resident was doing. Didn' see her outside. I thought she might be in here.” Valka said.

Shaking his head, Hiccup said, “nah, she left with Toothless. Think he's showing her around.”

His gaze turned to the window where he stared long and hard. His lips twitched at the corners. Eyes twinkling, he spun on his heel and ran up the steps to his bedroom, grinning as he made a beeline for his desk. There, a notepad. He snatched it up before running back down, taking two steps at a time. Grinning ear to ear, he rushed by his mother and Gobber. The latter stared at him, gobsmacked. Hiccup gave a wave as he walked out the door. Gobber and Valka exchanged a single look.

Valka sighed and said, “I figured, knowing my son.”

She got up to follow her son.

Gobber sighed heavy and deep before his head rolled back groaning. He forced himself to his feet, dusting the hearth and killing the fire, then he fumbled after them, all the while muttering under his breath, “my son, she says. If he's anyone's son he's MY son...”

Pushing himself through the crowd of vikings and dragons after the sound of Hiccup's voice, Gobber found himself near the feeder station. The smith scratched his head. Gobber barely looked to his left when something pulled him down to the ground. A curse bubbled in his throat until he saw who did it.

“Hiccup...” Gobber whispered.

Knelt below the rim of the station, Hiccup's head peeking over it and Valka copied his stance. He shot a glance at his friend. He grinned, then pointing ahead. Gobber grumbled as he reposition himself to mirror him and Valka. Across the way they saw Toothless and the female fury walking by, mouths moving with wings and tails twitched. A prance was in Toothless' steps, and the female held her head a bit higher.

A loud screech echoed through the area then, and a swarm of Hideous Zippleback came soaring down across the rooftops. Several Terrible Terrors scattered from Gothi's roof, dropping to the ground where they scampered past Toothless and the Fury. The female dropped to the ground, eyes the size of dinner plates before they disappeared behind her wings.

Hiccup braced his hands on the feeder, ready to vault himself over, but Valka yanked him back by his shirt. He looked at his mother, stunned. She shook her head before pointing, “you'll scare her worse. And Toothless is already handling it, see?”

When they looked back, they saw Toothless knelt down and his mouth moving. Slowly inch by inch the Fury uncovered herself, blinking owlishly around her. Toothless warbled something at the Zipplebacks. As one, the group tilted their heads before bowing deeply them. The heads exchanged a small look before barreling over to the two Furies, and their forms were swallowed by the larger dragons. A roar broke up it all up and the group scattered into different directions. Toothless emered snorting in annoyance, then he looked down to see...the Fury hadn't moved.

Brow raised, Hiccup scratched his chin while tapping his fingers. He tried to push himself to his feet, but his mother, yet again, pulled him down. She gently whispered something in his ear, and his shoulders slump as he nodded. She then slipped away from them, off to who knows where. Gobber shuffled closer to Hiccup. The sparkle in the boy's eyes had faded as had his smile turned upside down.

“What did she say, lad?” Gobber asked.

Quietly, Hiccup said, “she'll handle it...she's the expert...”

Gobber opened his mouth, venom on the tip of his tongue. A shadow fell over them, and they both looked up to see Cloudjumper and Valka walking by. Gobber internally rolled his eyes. The big grump would be of no help in Gobber's honest opinion. He looked over to Hiccup, ready to say this, but forced it down the second he saw Hiccup beaming at his mother.

So they watched from their spot as Cloudjumper made his way to Toothless and the other Fury, the latter staring up at Toothless, too focused on him to even notice the new dragon approaching. Toothless' expression changed into a gummy smile and the Fury cocked her head, then followed his line of sight. Her jaw dropped as her head tilted upwards to Cloudjumper's face.

She screamed.

Then she ran.

Cloudjumper stumbled and fell backwards, wings flailing, and Valka jumped out of the way of his tail. Terrors flew off in droves from rooftops, and vikings nearby slammed their hands over the ears and any dragons that could did the same. Hiccup nearly jumped out of his skin. Gobber facepalmed. Toothless followed in pursuit, crying out for her.

The Fury ran through the splitting crowd, not even looking with her eyes squeezed shut. She slammed hard into someone and bounced off like rubber, landing flat on her back. Head spinning, she looked up to see Hookfang and his rider glaring down at her. The Nightmare's nostrils flared.

She gasped hard, a scream building in her throat. Toothless slapped a paw over her mouth. Toothless squinted his eyes at his friend, a growl rumbled from within. Hookfang rolled his eyes, but wandered away from them, Snotlout looking back only once with a sneer. When out of sight, Toothless sighed before he led the Fury away with one wing shielding her from the stares and whispers echoing through the village square.

Looks were exchanged, then all eyes turned towards Hiccup. The chief rose to stand and stated aloud, “she's new and got scared. Let's just let it be, return to what you were doing. Please.”

The crowd slowly began to disperse. Hiccup sighed, rubbing the back of his head, and looked over at his mother who was tending to Cloudjumper. She looked over, simply nodding.

“Never thought a'hd see the day. A Night Fury, being a coward!” Gobber blurted out as he got to his feet. Hiccup shot him a look. Gobber tossed his hands up and said, “oh come on! Ye saw it wit ye own eyes! And no, let Tooth handle it. You and me, we're gonna do some work!”

Hiccup's protests died on his lips as Gobber dragged him away by the collar. The quiet walk to the forge was filled with Hiccup talking a mile a minute bout what happened and Gobber nodding his head. Grump's snores bellowed out from the forge as they grew closer, and once there, Gobber handed Hiccup a saddle and hammer. Hiccup sighed, shaking his head. Gobber moved towards the back to gather more materials and check his dentistry schedule, and they settled into a steady rhythm. Three hammers on rivets into leather melded with the three taps of a dragon tooth being reset.

A familiar warble over the noise caught Hiccup's attention. He poked his head out to see Toothless walking over...with the Fury by his side! Hiccup grinned, and watched with glee as the two “talked”. The Fury's head hung low, yet her eyes sparkled like the sea as she took in the forge. At the doorway, he met up with Toothless.

Toothless bumped his head gently into Hiccup who patted his friend's neck. The Fury sat behind them, and curiosity flashed across her face. Toothless turned around to face her. Bobbing his head at Hiccup, he curled a wing around his friend. The Fury blinked once. Twice. Hiccup felt his breath hitch in his throat as she took a step towards them, him.

“I told ya to keep the kilns goin', Grump! Ya lazy beast!”

Loud grunts proceeded a sudden blast, and a burst of fire explodes behind the duo. Hiccup and Toothless spun around to see Gobber waddling out covered in soot. The smith grinned awkwardly.

Shrieks erupted from behind, and they spun around to see the Fury hissing and flapping her wings at them. Hiccup went to take a step towards her till light caught his eye, and the blood drained from his face.

“Toothless...YOUR TAIL!” he yelped.

The dragon snapped to attention, and found his fin ablaze. He slammed his tail several times on the ground to try and put it out and Hiccup bolted from his spot. He stomped on the fin (with his proper boot) before ripping it off with his bare hands. He quickly tossed it to the center of the road and the fire fizzled out as the flame hit the dirt.

Panting heavily, Hiccup looked at Toothless who looked back at him. The friends shared a sigh of relief.

A scream of rage filled the air. The Fury tackled Hiccup to the ground, her paws pressed against his throat. She opened her mouth, bulding up fire and Hiccup gulped.

Toothless let out a deafening roar. The Fury began to shake as her neck twisted to face the sound. Hiccup caught a glimpse of her muscles in her neck twitch and flex, her eyes bulging wide while her pupils turned to slits. He swore he heard her heart skip a beat.

With his wings flared open, his teeth bared, and an ethereal blue aura glowing along the length of his spikes, Toothless growled. The fury never looked away as her body moved on its own.

Hiccup jumped up, rushing to Toothless. He wrapped Toothless' head in a gentle hug, stroking his head soothingly, and only then did Toothless begin to relax. The blue aura disappeared a moment later. He said softly, “it's ok, bud, it's ok. Thanks bud, I'm ok really. Don't gotta go alpha, she didn't know. She wanted to protect you, right little la-” Hiccup stopped mid sentence when he looked at her.

The Fury stared without blinking, her body frozen. Her knees buckled. She dropped to the cold earth with a thud. ~~~~~ Been a hot minute since last update. Some drama happened in life, which put me in a rut and sense of dread. Am working on it tho! I'm still working on the story; got an outline to work with. Though next update may come out much later. Decided to write out the entirety of Starcrossed then do the art for it. Can post it consecutively rather than randomly. So stay tuned for that owo Thank y'all who read the story. Please leave your thoughts on it! I appreciate constructive criticism too. HTTYD belongs to Dreamworks while Legacy & Midnight belong to me.

[imnotwolverine]

The Accidental Family - Chapter 2

Henry Cavill x OFC multi-chapter

< Chap 1 | Chap 2 Hi daddy | Chap 3 >

Disclaimer: Fluff, some strong language

Word count: 1.283

Author’s note: Merry Christmas all my fellow quarantine buddies! I've come up with the idea to publish one chapter of this story everyday - a little bit of uplifting news as many of you are, just like me, unable to visit family and friends at this point. Hang in there babes! And go eat ALL THE FOOD! 

(Link to my Masterlist)

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‘AHHHH.’ Henry grabbed his foot, his shrill cry and hopping foot breaking the silence of the early morning as his eyes quickly searched for the perpetrator of his agony; a well-hidden piece of cream coloured Lego laying snug as a bug in the equally cream coloured living room rug. ‘Fuck.’ He muttered, eyeing the hallway that was still quiet - afraid he’d waken anyone else in the house. 

He had woken up early, like he’d do every day, though now there had been another person next to him, her blond hair splayed out over his pillow as she had half snuggled up to him, her lips curled in a satisfied little smile.

For a split of a second Henry had thought she was a one night stand, a hook up from a night at the bar, but then he just as swiftly remembered her to be more than that; the ring on her finger reminding him that she belonged in this house just as much as he did, her clothes taking up half his wardrobe as he had looked for some fresh clothes to wear.

21 Days he had been out. 21 Days he had lain unconscious in a hospital bed, forgetting about the world and his life to the point that he literally couldn’t remember a single thing that had transpired in the past five years. 

Including..her. Bee.

Flicking the little Lego block in what appeared to be a well-hidden toy box, he strolled over to the kitchen, finding Kal who was slowly stretching himself out, his wet nuzzle pressing into Henry’s hand.

‘Little sleepy there, mate?’ Henry chuckled, scratching the dog behind the ears. The Akita whined, as if disagreeing with having to wake up so early.

And there it was; yet another reminder that a lot had changed in the years Henry couldn’t remember. Apparently, his wake-up regime had changed, for Kal was anything but awake as Henry offered him some dog food to hog down on, his other hand flicking on the coffee maker which started to softly rumble as it crushed some fresh coffee beans.

Did she drink coffee too?

He pursed his lips in thought and decided that he might as well go up again, to see if she was awake, his soft socks climbing back up the creaking stairs as he found her just where he had left her, her hand now clutching his pillow like it were her life anchor.

Henry’s heart flipped at the sight, his breath halting in his tight lungs.

Oh damn, this was real, huh?

Biting his lip he watched her for a moment longer, the straps of her nightdress having fallen down her shoulders, her face all relaxed as she wandered around in dreamland.

Henry wondered what she was dreaming of. Who she was anyways. He really couldn’t remember a thing about this woman, other than the memories she had shown him in the form of a stack of photographs she had once brought to the hospital. She hadn’t shown any pictures of children, but by now Henry could be about 100% sure there were some children in their lives somehow - the Lego piece in the rug a key indicator.

Eyeing the length of the first floor, he bit his lip again. Four doors, all closed. Were there..children, here? Or were these still study and hobby rooms? With careful steps he padded over to the first door, his hand turning the door handle to find a yellow and pink room, a bassinet placed by the window, the air smelling of baby wipes and shampoo.

‘Ohhhhh shucks.’ He gasped, stepping into the room and finding himself fighting for his breath as he eyed the little Superman toys and memorabilia that were neatly lined up on the high shelves that ran around the room. They were NEW memorabilia. And if these were anything to go by, he might just be the…

‘Hey,’ A drowsy voice behind him made him look over his shoulder, two dark and stormy eyes squinting closed as one very sleepy Bee let out a loud yawn. ‘Woooh. You’re up early. Sleep okay?’ She mumbled.

Henry nodded slowly, using her large yawn to let his eyes wander down the baby pink silk of her mildly revealing nightdress. It fit her nicely. Had he gifted it to her once? 

Her eyes opened again and with mild horror she looked around the baby room. It was clear that Bee was planning on explaining about any children some other time. But here they were, standing in the middle of what obviously was a nursery.

‘Bee..where’s the...eh...baby?’ Henry scratched at his head again, making her swat her hand at him in order to stop him from touching the scar that was still healing.

‘Sorry.’ He mumbled, looking at her with large, unsure Puppy Eyes.

‘Aahhh...fuck.’ She sighed, stepping further into the room to open the curtains a little more, drawing the light of dawn inside. ‘Oh, Hen..I..I’m sorry. I should’ve..’ She turned around and offered him a most apologetic pout.

‘Did something happen with the baby, Bee?’ Henry’s eyes widened, expecting the worst - a tragedy wasn’t complete without some dead babies to boot.

‘OH! No, no. He’s with your mom and dad. As are..the….’ She licked her nervous lips. ‘others.’

‘Others?’

‘Yea...Four in total.’ She grinned awkwardly, his eyes now the size of small saucers.  

‘Holy shit-balls.’ Henry pushed his back into the door and looked around the room once more, his head shaking in disbelief. ‘Woa.’

‘I...oh damn. I meant to tell you later. The doctor said it was better to take things step by step, and..’

‘Are they mine?’

It was now Bee’s turn to widen her eyes. ‘Eh - Hell yea! They are..MOST DEFINITELY..yours. Hahahah.’

The tense moment was broken by Bee’s laughter and if Henry wasn’t mistaken: the rumble of the coffee machine downstairs.

‘Oh, you made..-’

‘Coffee, yea. Want some?’

‘Wew, yes please!!’

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‘OH BABY!’ Marianne’s voice cracked even before Henry could bring out a greeting, his voice tight as he mumbled a soft:

‘Hi mom.’

‘Oh Henry-darling!! Ohhhh…’ It was by now quite obvious that his mom was crying, the tigress of a strong woman cracking at the very sound of her son’s  breathing.

‘Momm, calm down. I’m okay, alright? Now breathe for me, will you?’

‘Yes-yes, I’m calm. I’m - GRANDMA IS THAT DADDY?!’ A loud voice interfered with Marianne’s gentle voice, the sounds silencing as Marianne had probably laid her hand on the phone.

‘Mom. Again, it’s okay. I kinda...AHERM..yea..found out this morning.’

Marianne’s voice finally returned in what must be the hallway, her voice echoing a little: ‘Sorry about that..Did Phoebe tell you? I thought we’d wait until..’

‘Mom! Come on. You know me. I woke up early, nearly broke my foot on some piece of Lego in the carpet, then found there are..you know..kids rooms..in my house, so..one and one is two, you know..’

‘OHH! I already told her it’d probably be better to go to a hotel.’

‘No, no mom. It’s eh..’ Henry’s voice trailed off as he realised there were slightly faded spots on the hallway wall, which must have once held quite a few picture frames. His lips curled in a hesitant smile as he heard his mom sigh in relief.

Oh mom..

‘It’s good to be back home, mom. Even if everything’s a little...weird.’

‘Oh..baby..I thought we had lost you.’ His mother swallowed back another burst of tears.

‘But you didn’t mom. And eh, thank you, for everything. I mean, it’s a lot. With the kids. And work. And ..’ Henry hesitated, hearing the footfall of his wife in the living room. ‘Phoebe.’

‘How’s she doing? Are you doing okay together? It must be strange to..’

‘No, we’re..good. We slept together.’

‘YOU WHAT.’

‘No, mom! Not like..not..I mean..I ..just sleeping, you know?’

‘Oh Gods, Henry.’

The both of them chuckled a little as Marianne cleared her nose in a tissue.

‘Mom..?’

‘Yes dear?’

‘Can I..Can I hear them? Just for a bit?’

It was quiet for a moment, as if Marianne was gauging whether that was a good idea, but before Henry could ask again, he was welcomed by the sweetest little voice. A girl’s voice, a little lisp lacing Henry’s two new favourite words into one heart-warming greeting:

‘Hi daddy!’

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Late Summer Day 9

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge from @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Day nine- Barbecue/picnic

Words- 1517

Connor meets Hank’s estranged family.  

Ao3 or

“You’ve got a freakin’ light show going on over there. Calm down kid.”

Connor successfully stilled his rapidly blinking LED, but it did nothing to ease his ever growing concern. “What if they don’t like me?”

Hank pulled into a parking spot, the car idled for a few moments before he turned off the engine. “They’re gonna love you, don’t worry about it.”

He glanced out the window, making no effort to move from the car, despite it heating up rapidly now that the A/C was off. A large group of people had already gathered for the barbecue, all of them related to Hank in one way or another. “They’re your family,” he said quietly, as though that would explain everything.

“You are my family, Connor,” Hank insisted. “You’re a hell of a lot more important to me than anyone out there. If something happens, or you’re uncomfortable, we’ll leave. No questions asked, ok?”

“Ok,” Connor agreed. He knew how important this was. Hank had been practically estranged from his family for years, he didn’t want to mess up this opportunity for him.

Hank gave him an encouraging smile before they exited the car and made their way towards the crowd. It was almost overwhelming with how much activity was going on. People talked and laughed loudly in large groups and children were running too and fro, weaving their way between the tables and other people. Connor had to actively shut down his self defense protocols among the chaos.

“Hank! You made it!” An elderly woman called. She pushed her way through the crowd until she made it to them. “I’m so glad, I was worried you wouldn’t.”

Hank accepted the woman’s hug. “Hey, Aunt Sara,” he greeted.

She pulled away, a smile still on her face before turning to Connor. He found himself bracing for the worst, but her smile only widened, laugh lines creasing and eyes lighting up with sheer delight. “And you must be Connor,” she said excitedly.

“Y-yes, that’s right,” Connor answered, mentally berating himself for the brief stutter.

Without warning, he was pulled into a hug too. It took Connor by surprise, the only person who really hugged him on a regular basis was Hank, but he returned the gesture instinctually. The old woman was surprisingly strong for her age. “It’s so good to meet you,” she told him, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“Aunt Sara’s my dad’s sister,” Hank explained as she let go. “A lot of the family here’s from her side of things.”

“It is nice to meet you, ma’am,” Connor told her honestly. He hadn’t been expecting such a warm welcome.

She laughed, before looking back over at Hank. “Polite isn’t he?”

“Yeah, no idea where he got that from, sure as hell wasn’t from me,” Hank laughed too, putting a hand on his shoulder. “He can be a little shit when he wants to be though.”

Her laughter died down, but she kept her smile. “Well, either way, don’t call me ma’am,’ she told him. “Makes me feel old. Call me Sara. Or Aunt Sara if you’d like.” Connor was going to respond, but she didn’t leave him much of an opening, evidently excited to introduce him to everyone else. “Come on,” she encouraged. “You should meet the rest of the family.”

The next few minutes were a blur. Connor was introduced to people left and right. They all greeted him with various levels of interest and friendliness. To his relief, none seemed particularly hostile towards him. If he weren’t an android he would have had no chance of keeping everyone straight.

Connor had begun to relax when he felt a hand pull on the hem of his shirt. He turned, startled to see a nine year old boy staring at him. Michael, his processor supplied, Sara’s grandson. The child had been pointed out to him, but he hadn’t met him personally.

“Woa,” the boy said, not trying to hide that he was staring at his LED. “You really are an android.”

“That’s right,” Connor responded.

“Sweet! You’re on my team!”

Connor frowned in confusion. “Team?”

“No fair!” A young girl, about seven, cried from a ways away. “You already have Uncle Hank!”

Michael grabbed Connor’s arm posessively. “You can have Uncle Hank, I want him,” he announced.

“Fine,” the girl, Clair, if he was remembering correctly, said. “We’re still gonna win.”

“Apologies,” Connor said, attempting to get clarification. “What is this about?”

Hank was the one who answered him, plopping something cold and wet on the top of his head. It rolled off and Connor caught the water balloon before it hit the ground. “Wouldn’t be an Anderson barbecue without a water balloon fight,” he laughed.

Connor looked at the jiggling rubber balloon in his hand. “A… what?”

“You’ll figure it out,” Hank assured him. There was a mischievous glint in his eye though that Connor had learned long ago not to trust. He was proven right when the ‘fight’ started.

According to the apparent ‘dibs’ rule, he was on Michale’s team. Hank was with Clair. Most of the rest of the family had divided up by some arbitrary system Connor couldn’t make heads or tales of. As it seemed to be a recreational activity, he reasoned it didn’t really matter.

Connor caught on quickly, only taking one balloon to the side of the head before the objective became clear. His combat programs came in handy. The other team was not military trained, so their attacks were relatively simple to doge. He located the most severe threats almost instantly.

Carter, a high school baseball player, was proving to be formidable. He had good aim and a strong arm. Matt didn't have quite the throwing technique as his brother, but he was fast. Then there was Hank, who seemed to be targeting him specifically.

The game continued until the water balloons were gone. Hank made his way over, nearly wheezing from exertion. “Shit, I’m getting too old for that,” he gasped out. He braced himself on Connor’s shoulder. “Next time, we’re making you turn off those fancy preconstruction programs.”

Connor smiled, noting that he was considerably dryer that the other combatants. While no ‘winner’ had been declared, he took pride in the fact that it likely had been his team. “I am confident I could beat you even without them, Hank.”

“Cheeky bastard,” he barked out under his breath, but there was no maliciousness in the comment.

They all made their way to the picnic tables, answering Aunt Sara’s summons that it was time to eat. Connor sat beside Hank, enjoying listening to the chatter as everyone piled food onto paper plates. Michael sat at his other side, excitedly recounting in exaggerated detail the events of the water balloon fight. He felt himself relaxing.

A hand on his shoulder caught him off guard. He looked up to see Aunt Sara smiling down at him. “Can I see you for a moment, sweetie?” She asked.

Connor’s stress skyrocketed, wondering if he had done something wrong. “Of course,” he responded, pushing down his fears. Hank gave him an encouraging smile as he stood to follow after her.

She led him to a small cooler tucked under the food table. “Hank said you don’t eat,” she explained. “But we didn’t want you to have nothing. We just had to keep it away from the other drinks, couldn’t have the kids thinking it was juice.”

She opened the cooler and showed him the several bottles of thirium inside. “Thank you,” he said, almost in awe as he took one. Evidently no one seemed to know how much he would need as there was far more than he could consume, but the kindness of the gesture nearly brought him to tears.

“It’s the least we can do, sweetie,” Sara told him. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “We really can’t thank you enough. What you’ve done for Hank… honestly, we were sure we were going to lose him before you came along.”

“He… Hank has done more for me than I could ever repay,” Connor answered. “I really haven't done much.” He wasn’t sure what else to say. He knew Hank had gotten better, but being thanked for it as though he were the only factor in that made him uncomfortable. Gratitude was still something that was hard for him to accept.

Sara patted his shoulder, her warm smile never faltering. “Humble too, no wonder Hank is so fond of you.” She released his arm gesturing for him to follow back to the table with the rest of the family. “No matter.     Just know that we are all grateful.”

Connor wasn’t sure what to say, his social relations program failing him, but Sara didn’t seem to mind his lack of response. She just smiled at him once again, the expression putting him at ease as they walked back. “Welcome to the family, Connor.”

He smiled back before he reclaimed his seat beside Hank. A thrill of joy ran through him as he took in her words. He had a family.

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Y'all, it's another rant (uh, apparently people like those or something as the last one got more notes immediately than most of any kind of thing I make here). This one is a little spicier, but it's still full of love for Hitman, the team who made it, and the characters most especially. And y'all. Much love to y'all. Read More if you want it. All spoilers unmarked as before.

Let me be frank: Diana was robbed.

For awhile now, and especially since reading through some fanfic, other content creator analysis, and fan theories, something about Diana has rubbed me the wrong way. Now, don't get me wrong (please put down the garrottes and explosive rubber duckies, I CAN EXPLAIN!) I love Diana Burnwood as a character and as an expositor. I love all three of her VAs, though I have to say I'm a bit partial to Ms Jane Perry's rendition. I love her understanding of her strengths and her ruthless inclination to use them to suit her purpose. I love the way she speaks to 47 with familiarity and warmth and injects wry humor or irritation into her comments like she's trying to poke at him and get a kind of reaction out of him. I like that she isn't afraid to get her hands dirty if that's what's necessary. I think she's a beautiful set of polygons. But she was robbed of a character development arc. "Wait wait!" You cry, brandishing fire extinguishers to bash against my face, "She discovered the truth about her parents' murder! She betrayed the ICA and her active and very influential client (Providence) to help 47 and Lucas on their personal vengeance quest!"

Sure. But did these change her perspective of the world or herself? Did this alter the pattern that's repeated in every single narrative she's taken a role in?

"She learned she was a hypocrite! She let 47 go at the end!"

She 'lets 47 go' in several of the narratives she's in, starting with the comics.

She gives him the ICA contact information at the end of the comic series. She's fairly certain they'll hear from him, but does not prevent him from leaving. 47 kills Ort-Meyer at the end of the first game and disappears to Sicily for several years. Diana does not try to stop him. She lets him go. Diana 'betrays 47' at the end of Blood Money, but he survives Trojan Hitman(TM) The First and disappears for about a year. Diana does not try to stop him. She lets him go. Diana 'betrays 47' after Mendoza, but he survives Trojan Hitman(TM) The Second and disappears for about a year (per the ending cutscene 'New Deal'). Diana does not try to stop him. She lets him go.

The thing is... Diana is always right. This is important to her role as our (the Player's) expositor, and also as 47's 'conscience' (once that part of their working relationship becomes clear in the narrative). But once the narrative starts removing her from those roles in the WOA story, I really wish they had done more to navigate how she's also just a fallible human being with dubious morals that are also built on personal vengeance and a long, long history of literally manipulating everyone around her to her benefit (No really. She starts at fourteen with this mercenary thinking right after her parents die. Girl needed a therapist for REAL). It's okay that 47 thinks she's got everything handled and will "make everything right". He's supposed to. He doesn't know a different Diana. Every fake betrayal and real betrayal and double-agent play has worked out with apparently no negative consequences. The only time this wasn't 100% true was when she betrayed Benjamin Travis in Absolution and was put on a contract herself and subsequently shot by 47. But then we learn that even THAT was figured into her plan-- that 47 had been drinking enough of the 'Burnwood or Bust' Kool-Aid (TM) to not kill her outright even though he's never hesitated before. Mind you, this whole episode didn't happen to make Diana doubt herself... No, it was there to shake up 47. In fairness, she makes a couple 'foibles' in WOA. Andrews is under her and Olivia's watch when he escapes-- something Lucas blames her for. She gets 'captured' in turn by Andrews and joins Providence as a Herald (on probation)... But overall, her master plan goes down impressively. She becomes the next Constant even after orchestrating the deaths of both her rival and her predecessor (and having the doubts of most the rest of the Heralds) after successfully 'betraying' 47 again.

At least in my understanding of the dialogue and themes of the end of WOA, 47 never doubted Diana. There was that period in his subconscious where he doubted himself, but none of that seemed directed at her. He never doubted she was in control of the situation, never doubted she had the best intentions, and never doubted that this was another play. So it's no damn surprise he turns up a year later even though she risked his life and bodily autonomy without discussing it with him first, again. Playing for Team Burnwood comes with winning every time!

And that upsets me. Diana was robbed, and 47 was cheated of any real 'freedom of choice'. I don't mean things should have ended in disaster. Of course I want happy endings.

But I also want Diana to have grown enough to decide in the end that this Trojan Hitman(TM) plan risks someone not her the most, and so maybe that means planning with that person instead of deciding her way is best without the consent of others. If the game wants me to believe she recognizes that she's a hypocrite, then she shouldn't end her role in the game by being a damn hypocrite!

Let there be a reveal that 47 was in on the 'betrayal' plan! Let his insecurity in the subconscious be more about who he is going to be in the future now that Diana has let him off her leash-- CAN he be somebody on his own? Making his own decisions?? He's literally never done it! It's scary-- and he has the capacity for fear as well as guilt, now! Let Andrews try to make this about Diana and her master plan and such and have 47 say he doesn't know what Andrews is talking about. Because whatever Diana does is up to Diana now, and doesn't have anything to do with 47... and what 47 does is up to 47 now, and Diana doesn't have anything to do with that.

This way, she has really let him go after having to admit to herself that she needed his help, and that she needed to ask for it instead of trick him, and really recognizes that she was a hypocrite trying to control another human being to do "what's best" for him. This way his return a year later actually looks like the start of something new instead of another run on the same hamster wheel.

Any other takes? I'm here for the discourse-- especially if you have canon clips or dialogue I missed!