#some dude gave me a coin

[puppetboysx3]

Convention Haul !!!!!!

#anime #anime convention #the pic of len is me #I GOT TO MET THE VA FOR FREMINET #genshin inpact #honkai star rail #some dude gave me a coin #I got a free manga #70$ overall

[cherigu]

— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Dulce Venganza!

Genre: smut Pairing: sub!jeongguk x softdom!reader Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: college!au, fratboy!jk, grinding, solo masturbation (m), hand job (m), nipple sucking, vaginal penetration, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, overstimulation, PUSSY WHIPPED JK, fluffy ending

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Attending a party held by the most popular fraternity was a one-way ticket to seeing everyone you despised, something you should’ve kept in mind before you found yourself getting holes burned into by your ex’s laser eyes across the room. You had done fairly well in minding your business all night, having gone to this party mainly for the drinks. This meant you hadn’t socialized much all night, most of your friends abandoning you for some mediocre dude upstairs. 

All you were here for was to stand still by the drinks table and look pretty. You knew how to doll up, wearing a two-piece mini skirt with a matching crop top. It accentuated your body shape and showed your assets just right. Instead of working in your favor and attracting a good-looking guy to spend the night with, it seemed to work against you since your ex couldn’t seem to look away. Even while having his tongue shoved throat-deep into a girl, he still managed to maintain eye contact with you

You knew what his plan was, he wanted to make you as jealous as possible tonight. Unfortunately for him, you couldn’t care less about what he chose to do with his life anymore. Whatever he was doing was just pathetic at this point, desperately wanting to catch the attention of somebody who no longer found him on her list of priorities.

Even then, you couldn’t find it in you to ignore his petty attempt at making you mad. It was the least you could do to spice up the night. Although the show he put on with the girl on the dance floor didn’t upset you in the least, you were sure he would be affected if the roles were reversed. Two could play at that game, even if you secretly knew that this would ultimately be a poor excuse for hooking up with someone for the night. 

You smirked to yourself while you scanned the crowd of bodies, needing to find someone who’d hit him right where it hurts, he deserved it after all. Your eyes immediately caught another pair, those of a person who’d make for a perfect target. Jeon Jeongguk.

Popular athlete, leader of the frat, host of the party and not to mention, attractive. The guy fulfilled all of the qualities your ex lacked and surely would make him weep like a little baby at night because you deserved better than him, which wouldn’t be a lie. You weren’t a nobody in your class, owning a fair share of popularity gave you a striking social life. Apart from your captivating personality, came the out-of-this-world beauty. 

This was another reason you didn’t take time to second guess your plan, you knew any guy would feel rather accomplished to even breathe your air, let alone have a night with you. You had an unmatched ability to coin any man, even those like pretty boy Jeon. Undoubtedly the perfect woman, it’d make for a great achievement to boast about to the guys lining up at your feet for a chance. 

So you began to strut towards Jeongguk, watching the smug smirk on his face grow as the distance between the two of you grew. “Eyed me long enough, usually they crawl over immediately after seeing me stare back. Almost thought I’d have to break the tradition and approach you first” He joked through the loud music.

“How sweet of you” You sneered, lightly hitting his chest with the back of your manicured hand before stretching it out towards him. “Wanna dance?” 

“Thought you’d never ask” He smiled, taking your hand in his and letting you drag him to the dance floor. Pushing your way through the sea of sweaty bodies that reeked of alcohol, you were able to find a spot to dance with Jeongguk in.

Giving your ex a clear view, you pressed your back into the boy behind you, wrapping your arms around his neck and sensually moving your body against him. His hands lowered to your waist, taking a firm hold of it when he felt you begin to grind against him.

He lowered his head down to your ear, close enough to whisper so you could hear him easier over the blaring speakers. “Dude in front of us will not stop shooting daggers at me, babe” 

You ceased your actions to turn around and face him, loosely snaking your hands around either side of his neck and cocking your head, “I know, ‘s why im doing this” You chuckled. He brought a hand up to his chest to feign offense, “So you’re telling me that pretty girl is using the Jeon Jeongguk to her advantage?” 

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, are you gonna help me or not?” You asked, needing to know if he was still okay with this going forward. “Wanna see how upset he can get?” He smiled, eyes darting down to your plump, glossy lips. “Mmm, show me” 

With that, he pressed his lips into yours, satisfied with how you immediately melted into the kiss. The taste of your cherry-flavored gloss overwhelmed his senses, almost forgetting what all of this was about. Similar to him, any thought of your original plan was out the window, solely focusing on basking in his sweet taste. Your lips moved in sync, molding together perfectly. 

The two of you knew of each other but never took the chance to pay much attention. You were too focused on yourself to enter the dating world, as he was too busy with his sports to do the same. But this kiss, this kiss was enough to show the both of you what you had missed out on. It didn’t take much for the two of you to crave more.

The slight nibble on his lower lip had him rubbing his clothed length on you, causing you to pull him even closer to deepen the kiss. You slowly pulled away, desperate for air but not yet wanting to break the kiss. He looked so pretty above you, swollen lips and big doe eyes silently pleading to be kissed again. Just as he was about to lean in again, you pressed a finger to his lips, “Not here.” 

He cocked a brow in confusion, following you upstairs into an empty bedroom nevertheless. You were quick to continue the kiss, swiftly locking the door and pushing his back into it. You swirled your tongue around his, swallowing the breathy moans he let out. Your leg came up in between his own, firmly propping it against his crotch as he began to grind down on it.

The feel of his hard-on made your stomach flip and you suddenly found yourself asking Jeongguk permission to remove his shirt to which he agreed. Immense pleasure shot through him as his tip rubbed against your thigh, rapidly bringing him down from the short high he was on.

“W-wait Y/n..” He pulled back, “He isn’t here anymore” his puzzled look made you snicker at his oblivion. “What, did you want an audience?” You asked, watching his chest heave up and down at the feel of your leg still pressed against him. You cupped his cheek, lifting his gaze towards you, “This stopped being about him as soon as you kissed me” You inched your knee higher, “But we can stop if this is outside of your intentions.” your finger grazed his cheek affectionately, watching him melt into your touch.

“No! I mean… No, it’s alright..” He confirmed, brushing the stray hairs out of your beautiful face. Fighting the urge to kiss him, you focused on getting comfortable. “Go sit on the bed and take your pants off, baby” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before letting him go on to follow your instruction, watching him sit against the headboard and quickly remove his pants along with his Calvin Klein boxers.

His pretty cock sprung out, thick veins leading to the swollen red tip that grazed his lower belly. You walked towards the foot of the bed, helping you get a more direct view of Jeongguk’s figure. “Want you to touch yourself for me, yea?” You asked, smiling at the compliant nod you received. You began to unzip the back of your corset-like top, letting it fall to the floor exposing your perky tits.

Content with Jeongguks reaction, who eyed you down with his bottom lip caught in his teeth while he gave a light squeeze to his length, you began to slowly slide your skirt down. You made sure to wiggle your hips a bit, adding to the show you were putting on for him. Once your skirt was fully discarded, you pulled down the skimpy pair of red laced panties you’d purposely worn for tonight, not knowing that the boy who’d be lucky enough to see them would be Jeongguk. 

You walked over to the side of the bed as he followed you with his eyes, watching you climb the bed and sit on his lap, close enough to his cock that he could almost feel the heat radiating from your core. He instinctively bucked his hips up, searching for your touch after he let his hand fall to his side. “Eager baby?” You asked before he mumbled a quiet “Yes.”

Your hand came down to his cock, using the thick glob of precum that had gathered on his tip to easily glide your hand up and down his shaft. He threw his head back at the way your hand worked around him, pressing your fingers into his weak spots like you’d done this with him before. “Right the-ahh” You ripped a whiny moan from his mouth by brushing your fingers under the head of his cock, showing you he no longer cared about who could hear him, if they even could.

Unable to keep his hands to himself at this point, he brought one down to grip the side of your hip, while the other trailed up to cup your breast. He rubbed the hardened bud, making your hand fasten its pace on his cock. “Wan’ you” He looked up at you with glossy eyes, never breaking eye contact as he leaned down to latch his wet tongue onto your nipple, swirling his wet tongue around your soft skin.

You sucked air through your teeth at the sensation, bringing your free hand to run your fingers through his wavy locks while you stared in admiration at the state you had him in. So compliant and malleable under you, ready to pleasure you at any moment yet so needy for the bliss of his own. “Just like that Gukkie..”

A combination of your moans and the sound of your hand tugging on his cock filled the room as he progressively began to leak more, a sign that he would come soon. His breaths became arrhythmic while his chest pressed flush against yours, hearing him become more vocal by the second.  

As much as you’d like to watch him whine around your tits while he came undone beneath you, your core was aching for his thick cock to fill you up. “Uh uh,” you tutted, ripping your hand away from him and chuckling at his protesting mewls, “Inside” You caught his lips in your mouth, slowly using your hand to guide his cock. You hovered above him, allowing your arousal to drip down his shaft. “Ride me, y/n, p-please” He choked out, not needing to say more before you sharply sunk down on his cock. 

He felt his breath hitch in his throat and limbs turn into jelly as his cock entered your plush walls, growing slightly dizzy at the feel of your immense wetness coating his shaft. Due to contrary belief, he wasn’t too much of a ladies man. Being too immersed in his studies and sports, he only had time for a casual hookup every once in a while. Despite his lack of exposure to women, he swore that it couldn’t get better than you. The way you so pleasantly sucked his cock into your tight pussy had him seeing stars, leaving him an incoherent mess of babbles underneath you.

As for you, the stretch his girthy cock had offered you was unmatched. The position you were in had his tip grazing your G-spot every time you bounced on his length. You had set a gentle pace, not wanting to make Jeongguk cum before you could do it together. Your stomach was already feeling hot and tight for sure, but at the same time, you wanted to see how much Jeongguk could take. 

At this point, he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer before he suddenly bucked his hips up, earning a moan-gasp mixed with both pleasure and surprise. “Can’t s-stop.” He feverishly moved against you, causing your hands to land on his shoulders for balance purposes.

The headboard rocked against the wall while you attempted to sputter a “Keep going, be a good boy and make me cum” as his cock continue to drill into your insides. “Feel so good” He cried out, screwing his eyes shut as he felt his seed eager to spill into you. “L-love your pussy.. Love how you feel a-around me, could do this for hours” He whimpered, fucked so out of his mind that the only thing he could think of was your cunt and nothing else. “Yea?” you breathed out, “Gonna make me cum around your cock?” You asked.

“F-fuck mhmm, gonna-” He threw his head back, unable to even keep talking. “Look at you baby, can’t even form a sentence. Do your friends know what a whore you are in bed?” You grabbed his chin to raise his face to yours, “Cum with me.” And with that, he was pumping his load deep into your pussy while it mixed with your own essence, making the fluids messily run down his balls and thighs.

It still wasn’t enough for him to halt his movements, feeling like he couldn’t get enough of you. Even through stuttering hips, he continued to pound his cock into your sensitive cunt. It wasn’t until you tapped his bicep to let him know that the pleasure was fading into pain, that he finally came back to his senses and slowed his thrusts until coming to a full stop.

You let your weak body fall on top of his, feeling his big arms wrap around you while he gently pulled out his cock. The two of you took your time to come down from your highs, needing to catch your breath for a minute. He was still feeling the aftershocks of overstimulating himself while trying to recover from the trance you had put him under. Your fingers soothingly rubbed circles on his skin, whispering a light “You okay?” against him. He hummed in response and held you tighter, before feeling your body vibrate on top of him as you broke out in giggles.

“What?” He smiled, watching you lift up your head to face him. “Nothing, just didn’t expect you to go all pussy-drunk on me” You leaned down to kiss his rosy-tinted cheeks. “What can I say, takes a special one to unlock that side of me.” He grinned, showing his bunny teeth even after you had wrecked him. “How flattering.” You leaned back down to lay your head on his chest, wanting to spend some time with him before the night ended.

Even if the two of you knew this wouldn’t be the last of it.

A/N: wake up babe cherigu posted

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenario #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #sub jungkook #sub!jungkook

[digitalagepulao]

Sun Wukong, the Monkey King: my design notes [!! click here for the full line-up !!] [click here for just the goodies on tumblr]

also titled, "I underestimated my file sizes" TAT Separate images and info below the read more, beware this is LONG <3

Stone Monkey: himbs baby, that is all <3 he's mostly based off the François Langur, but some of his anatomy and proportions lean more on the Gray Langur and Macaque side of things. His facial fur sort of forms a pentagon shape for the five elements, and I gave him ginger fur cus it's a common depiction for him but also baby langurs are very bright orange, and him not growing dark feels like an apt display of his more childish side, both good and bad. His nails are golden for a bit of a "hidden gem" from a stone egg. Also keeping the tail either in a spiral of C-curve when "engaged", and when droopy it has a feel of a heavy rope. Old World monkeys don't have prehensile tails, he can use it for balance and basic mobility but it's not a third hand for the sake of keeping his monkey-ness.

Handsome Monkey King: in one of the poems the monkeys are said to weave grass for mattresses, so I can see them coming up with a crown of woven grass and never-fading leaves and flowers for their king at the very least. His face skin is darker as an adult, but not much else changes overall. The fuzzy upper lips and sideburns are a feature of the species I'm basing him on and it felt like a good fit to add. I also love the forest langurs are so long-furred, makes for a good way to give him dimension but also, the linework style reminds me of old woodcut shorthands for fur. Added a jade coin for the symbolism, and it feels fitting that the king of such a miraculous mountain would have a treasure like that on him. Placcid chill eyes are imperative, dude's not had an existential crisis yet, he's straight up vibing.

Sun Wukong: during his odd-ten years away from home, he learned human manners so he can stand but, I can see him still needing to lean on his tail to keep up his balance here and there. As he reaches the Western Continent (India) and learns the Way under Patriarch Subodhi, he adopts proper clothes for an apprentice and eventually becomes a Rishi. He dons his facial paint from then on, and after he masters the Way, there's a brightness in his pupils to show his cultivated immortality. The beads are purple solely to stand out over the deluge of oranges that is his design.

Great Sage Equal to Heaven: really went all out on this one orz this is Wukong at his most egotistical and ambitious, and I wanted his fit to truly embody that. Took bits from Peking Opera costumes and common depiction elements of him, with some bit of extra for appropriate levels of flair, like the phoenix feather design. I wanted to go for a mountain pattern mail but I couldn't figure out how to draw it, so I winged a pattern. I,,, doubt I'll ever draw this armor as detailed as here, but I wanted it to feel a bit overwhelming to look at, while also seeming like it doesn't quite fit him perfectly like it's swallowing him. Bit of a "baby wearing their parent's shoes" kind of vibe; he's stupidly powerful but he doesn't have what it takes to sit on the throne of Heaven. Also I leaned his expression to how he might appear during the Havoc in Heaven and then his bet with the Buddha. Full unbrindled rage murder monkey <3

-- Ruyi Jingu Bang: can't quite move on without my notes on the golden-hooped cudgel, now can I? The secondary hoops are there for further design appeal and for my own visualization of how the staff changes size (the hoops move over the staff's length as if to push it outward or inward). The metal is dark damascus alloy, though the pattern can be omitted for ease of drawing. One hoop end depicts a dragon, the other a phoenix, and in the middle of the staff is the canon inscription as described in the books, in seal script. Glow is optional and mostly for aesthetics.

Sun Pilgrim: out of his stolen armor, Wukong seems to swim in his robes but in a less overwhelming way. Went for the simple fillet headband cus his face is busy enough as it is. I know he's skilled enough to skin a tiger into pretty decent squares, but after one too many battles, anything would get tattered. He wears red, teal, black and yellow, four of the five cardinal colors, while white (the West) is still missing. His red and black half-robe doesn't fully cover the yellow underneath, a call back to his golden armor; he tries to use his wisdom and teachings to fight back the impulses of his past, but they still shine through at times. I kept only the leg bangs for dynamic elements to better show movement, but also one could say he's got.... golden hoops (haha get it, like his cudgel?? :oD)

Victorious Fighting Buddha: leaned hard on the actual portrayals of the Buddha. Seeing that he's depicted with dark/blue skin, it felt appropriate to let the guy grow out of his baby ginger fur and into adult black, but a patch remains where the golden headband used to be. I didn't want to give him long hair so no bun, but instead, his fur has a sorta lotus-petals shape now rather than his single point. His face paint changes into a more domino-mask style, and his brow white line resembles a teardrop urna. I made the mail piece he holds longer to keep the flowy bits of his previous outfits, and I turned Ruyi Jingu Bang into the sword he wields.

Hello hi, this robbed me of three days of my life and I'd like to receive compensation x.x Anyway hope you enjoy this lad, I know I do! Also if you wanna send me asks about him pls feel welcome to, I'd love to chat about this bastard monkey (affectionate) (loving) (i`d die for him)

#jttw #journey to the west #xiyouji #jttw sun wukong #sun wukong #jttw fanart #monkey king #stone monkey #victorious fighting buddha #buddha victorious in strife #sun pilgrim #bell dragon art #expedition to the west au

[rosinaparker]

Skz members trying to make you lose at an arcade

genre: fluff, humor

pairing:

Bang Chan/Han Jisung/Jeongin x f!reader

warnings: cursing, little suggestive

summary: your best friend takes you out to an arcade and he continuously teases you and makes you lose

Bang Chan:

Chan always loved taking you out on little hang outs. It never seemed like anything romantic whatsoever, but something about tonight felt different..

we approached the basketball machines ready to compete with each other. He payed for the first round and we immediately started playing. "You ain't winning this one, Y/n" He said proudly, though it definitely wasn't going according to his plan. I repeatedly kept scoring points which made him groan "Dude that's not fair!" I giggled at his remark to which he shot me a glare. Next thing I know I was getting shoved "Hey! Stop cheating!" He laughed in my face. that jerk..

This continued for a bit, until I lost the game eventually. "Oh, looks like I won" He chuckled. "You kept on shoving me you asshole" I punched his arm "Now Now, don't get so feisty miss" his mouth curved into a smirk. "Don't say that" I cough out.

I walk away from the machine, my face slightly turning red, he followed right behind. I suddenly felt his hands grab my waist from behind "Don't run away from me like that" he spoke softly.

The hands that were once placed on my body left, leaving a lingering feeling. "I'm just gonna ignore the fact that you did this" I say dumbfounded, he only chuckled at me.

Han Jisung:

Jisung is an enthusiast about arcades. He loved them and he most certainly loved taking you there.

It was late at night as he suggested we'd go to the arcade, I agreed to it almost immediately.

We played some games, ate food and had a good time. Before we ended the night, he wanted to play that one shooting game that everyone was talking about. "Please y/n! Just this one last game" he whined "Fine, as long as you play fair" I reply, squinting my eyes at him. He gave me a sweet smile...oh he is definitely not gonna play fair.

Immediately we throw a coin into the machine and start shooting at the targets. I was surprisingly good at the game, which irritated him.

"How do you expect me not to cheat when you play this good?" he poked my side. "hey, no poking!" i giggle. he knows I'm a pretty ticklish person, and he uses it against me.

I kept on wiggling in my spot, missing lots of targets "Seems like I'll be winning this one" he grinned. oh I was not letting him win that easy. I pushed his arm, making him lose his balance. He gasped dramatically pulling onto my sleeve "Cheating!" I yell with a chuckle "You did it too! You're no better" he snickered. Though at the end of the game, I still managed to win. "rematch. I cant go down like this" he fell to his knees "you look ridiculous, stand up" I chuckle. "Kiss me and I might consider it" his eyes looked up at me. At that moment something felt a bit different, blush creeping up my cheeks. I shook those feelings away "Stand up before I punch you" "okay okay, no need to get violent baby" he grinned as if he knew what he was doing. "Let's go home" I sigh exhausted.

Jeongin:

It was normal for you and the members to go out and play stupid games. This day was no different.

We went to this nice new arcade that has opened around the block. Most of the boys separated into small groups, some going to the food stall, others to the race cars...me and Jeongin decided to go to the dance machines. "I bet I can score more points then you" he proclaims, I scoff at his words "Oh yeah? Show me then." I dare him.

He never goes easy on challenges. "Watch me"

He started off pretty good which annoyed me. I taunted him "wow, look at that. Ain't that good after all" I chuckle at his facial expression, he looked provoked. he eventually scored a bit over average. "That's nothing" "You try, since you think it's that easy" he huffed.

I jumped onto the machine with confidence.

Not long after I started the game he kept nudging and teasing "that score doesn't look good, y/n" "Ohh, bad move" he grinned with his stupid smile at me, I could punch his cute face..

I totally lost the game..not because I'm bad at it- I think-

"Ha, I won the bet" he poked my forehead "Don't touch me" I say with a pout. "Don't you like it when I touch you?" he asked quietly.

God, my cheeks were burning up, how can such an innocent sentence sound so dirty. "Don't say such stuff" I push him away and go down the hallway, searching for the others ''I didn't say anything bad though" He chuckled.

-Rose✩

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #skz #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids #han jisung #bang chan #jeongin #x reader #x female reader #reader insert #skz bang chan #skz han #skz jeongin #skz fluff

[aita-blorbos]

Am I the asshole for not paying and dying?

So, I (M???) Technically died thousands of years ago. The thing is at that time my country and religion had the rule that the dead were buried with a coin to pay the dude that was taking them to the underworld.

But I was (and still am) really poor. So the God (M???) who collected the souls (We're gonna call him H) and guides them to the underworld left me at the side of the river where I had to take a boat

Then a boatman, let's call him C took me to the other side, when he asked me to pay I didn't have any money to pay him and actually enter the underworld

I suggested that H should pay for me since he was the one that brought me there but he said something like "As if I'll make any money from this business if I start paying for the dead too"

Well since I couldn't pay, I never really died and have been wondering around earth for a while now.

But recently my country officially changed religions and since the old gods gave everything to the new ones H and C had to do some paperwork in order to actually get retired

But they can't get retired since I am an unfinished business from the ex administration. Any time H tries to kill me (that guy has a lot of anger issues and hates my guts so it happens a lot) I'm sent up to heaven and an angel G(M?) has to bring me back down since I "am not a Christian and unfinished business" etc etc

H and C have been trying to find me a job so that I'll get paid, pay them and die so they can retire

So far I haven't been able to get paid, I guess I'm kind of sabotaging the whole thing since I don't want to die but also the country and the economy is shit, where would I find 1€ in this time and age?

So am I the asshole for not helping them retire by paying them and dying?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[mrwavellswaps]

A Second Lease

Jay placed a hand on his dad’s back to comfort him as he unloaded all of his recent struggles. You see over the past few months, Jay’s father Ken had made some dramatic changes in his life. First of which was splitting from his Wife of 30+ years shortly after he came out of the closet as a gay man. It was tough for everyone involved but thankfully Jay, being gay himself, was there to help his dad along the way.

After the dust had settled Ken tried not to waste any more time, already soon approaching his 50s, and jumped on the gay dating scene. But it didn’t go as smoothly as he’d hoped. Most gay men his age that he was into were either already in a committed relationship, lived ridiculously far away or were only into younger dudes. And so this eventually lead to Ken feeling a little hopeless. Seeing this, Jay offered to go on a camping trip with his father where they found themselves talking more in depth about Ken’s struggles.

The two sat on the edge of an old shallow Well, dangling their feet just above the water while they talked things through. Of course Jay sympathised with his dad, it couldn’t have been easy for the older generation of gay men that were too afraid to come out until now. In fact that was part of the reason he had brought his dad to this Well in particular. Apparently the Well was rumoured to have magical properties on night’s where the moon was full. Just like this one.

“Oh what I would do if I was your age again…” Ken looked over at his son, a built 22 year-old in the prime of his life. “And to live in a time where you don’t have to be afraid to be yourself… I’m jealous but at least you get to live the life I couldn’t.” It was a sweet moment that seemed to bring the pair closer, even sharing a short hug before Jay interjected with a strange question.

“Would you want to live my life?”

Ken gave his son a puzzled look but before he could give a proper answer Jay reached into his pocket and pulled out an old penny. He stared down at the coin for moment before glancing up at his dad and then down at the well.

“I wish I could trade lives with my dad.” Jay stated with an almost stern voice before flicking the coin into the shallow waters. Hearing this caused a swift laugh to erupt from his dad.

“Trust me son, you don’t want my body.” Ken chuckled as he gave his son a pat on the back. “Just savour your youth while you can.” Though it seemed silly, Ken still appreciated the gesture his son was trying to make.

“Oh come on dad, it’ll just be temporary for a month or two. You deserve this!” Jay urged.

Upon hearing this Ken became slightly confused again. Why was his son talking about this as if his wish were actually to come true? It was sweet and all but kinda pointless he thought. Despite that he agreed with Jay that if he could do it temporarily then he’d adore being able to live life through his Son’s younger eyes.

After this the two continued to sit and chat for awhile longer until the late evening turned to night with only the full moon to light their way as the pair traveled back to where they’d set up camp. They said their goodnight’s before entering their respective tents and finally falling asleep to the sounds of wildlife chirping away through the night.

———

Ken awoke somewhat early the next morning to the sound of a pot clanking outside his tent. His first thought was that Jay had already gotten up and decided to cook some breakfast for himself. As his eyes opened fully however, he noticed something was off. This wasn’t his tent. This wasn’t his sleeping bag. These weren’t his things strewn around the tent. It was all his son’s!

He was already confused as it was but on top of everything else, even his own body felt off in a weird way that he couldn’t quite explain. First of which was having such a strong morning wood. He hadn’t had one this hard and potent in years. But more so than that he felt… larger? It wasn’t until he unzipped the sleeping bag that he realised why. Ken couldn’t hold in a gasp of shock when he no longer saw his lean 49 year old frame but instead the larger, muscled physique of a man in his prime. It wasn’t just any physique though. It took him a moment to realise as he’d never seen it from this angle but… it was his son’s body!

The man was still trying to process what was even happening as he explored his body in curiosity. Ken brushed his hands along his torso, allowing them to glide over Jay’s defined pecs and down his strong abdomen until he reached his crotch. There he could see his son’s cock straining against his boxer briefs, just begging to be let out. Of course Ken’s first instinct was to whip it out and stroke until he busted a huge load over his crotch and muscled torso… but should he? If this really is his son’s body then would it be wrong? Before he came to an answer however, a voice called from outside the tent.

“Sounds like you’re awake in there dad. Come out and have some breakfast with me.” The voice left Ken even more perplexed because, well, it was his voice! He didn’t know how to reply so he simply grabbed a pair of his son’s grey joggers, pulled them on (while doing his best to ignore the boner), and unzipped his tent. What he saw left him speechless. There sat beside the camp stove was none other than himself! “Ah finally. I thought you were gonna sleep in all morning dad. Well… I guess I should be calling you son now.”

After a few moments of sheer shock, Ken finally processed what this lookalike of his had said. “J… Jay!? Is that you!?!?” He was even more shocked to hear his son’s voice come from his own mouth.

“Well technically you're Jay now, but yes it's me."

Ken was bewildered not only by the situation itself but the fact that his son was seemingly so calm about it. Jay even pulled up a chair while urging his dad to come sit next to him so he could explain the situation.

“Okay I’ll be honest, I didn’t pick this camping spot randomly. You remember the Well we were sat by last night? Well there’s sort of an urban legend around it that states it being a real wishing Well during a full moon with real magic inside it!” As Jay explained, Ken’s rational mind told him this was all nonsense but at the same time he was looking over at his own body! “I didn’t believe it at first but I made a dumb wish last month and it actually came true the next day!”

“What… did you wish for?” Ken asked, still trying to get this all through his head.

“Well I’ve always been insecure about my feet. I always thought they were so tiny compared to most dudes. So I made a wish and boom.”

Ken looked down at what were now his feet in confusion. “But Jay you’ve always had big feet. I mean what are they? Size 13?” He wriggled his toes a little as he said this.

“Exactly.” Jay smirked. “The wishes tend to make everyone around think the change is normal.”After that Jay went on to explain his motives behind this wish. He’d seen just how tough things had been for his Dad since coming out. How he had to struggle with half the family hating him in silence for leaving his wife after so many years. Not to mention struggling to find his way in the gay community. Seeing it all unfold made Jay want to give his dad a break from all that and chance to be younger again. “Don’t worry it’s only temporary as well. We can always come back on another full moon and wish ourselves back to normal. Let’s say two months from now.”

Ken had no idea what to feel. So many mixed emotions were floating around in his mind as he looked down at his son’s large pecs again, now his own! “Jay I-I don’t know what to say… this is… this is… unbelievable…”

“You don’t have to say anything dad. Just enjoy my body. And don’t worry my boyfriend already knows about this and he’s cool with you using my body to hook up with other dudes as well. Just don’t do anything too crazy alright.” Jay finished in a rather stern, almost fatherly tone.

In response Ken couldn’t help but get up and pull Jay in for a hug. He was filled with so much gratitude for his son’s generosity. Not many son’s would do something this incredible for their father and yet here they were. After giving Jay a huge thank you, Ken sat back down now with a huge smile on his son’s face. In his head he was already thinking of all the fun he was going to have.

Afterwards the two proceeded to have an interesting breakfast before eventually packing up all their things and heading back home. Ken, now driving his son’s car, dropped Jay off at the very home he grew up in only now he owned it. Shortly after Ken drove himself back to Jay’s apartment where he was eager to get some alone time to explore himself a little more.

———

The moment Jay opened the front door, he could hear the TV rumbling away in the living room. With a smile he waltzed around the corner to see his boyfriend Leon sat on the sofa.

“Heeeyyyy guess who!” He said using his father’s deep but smooth voice.

Leon spun his head around to see none other than his boyfriends dad but he knew exactly who was really in the driver’s seat. “Oh wow I can’t believe you actually went through with it!” The lean hunk jumped up from where he was sat in excitement. “Where is he now? How did he take it?”

“Pretty well. He was a bit shocked at first but once he realised the situation you shoulda seen the way his face lit up… or my face I guess. As for where I just dropped him off at our apartment, said he could do what he liked as long as he kept my life in order.”

“So does that mean we have your dad’s house all to ourselves in the meantime?” Leon moved closer to Jay, placing a hand on his chest.

“Mhm, we absolutely do.” Jay grinned down at his sexy (now much younger) boyfriend as the man explored his body. He even let out a satisfied grunt as Leon grabbed his bulge, squeezing it a little before going in for a kiss. You see the reasons Jay had explained to his dad about the swap was only half of the story. In truth another reason why Jay was so willing to swap with his dad was because Leon had recently let it slip that he’d had a crush on Jay’s dad for quite some time. And so after Jay found out about the Well and it’s power he figured he could hit two birds with one stone.

It wasn’t long before the pair were back on the couch, Jay’s pants and boxers tossed to one side as he laid down. He felt a bit weird about it for a moment, seeing his dad’s dick between his legs. Especially as it began to harden at the sight of Leon undressing himself. It was a tad longer than his own but not quite as thick. But then his boyfriend whispered something in Jay’s ear that he never imagined would turn him on so much.

“Fuck me with the dick that made you…”

Suddenly Jay’s now 49 year old cock sprung up as hard as could be. It was like some kind of sex demon that’d been locked away in his father’s body had suddenly been unleashed as the next thing they knew Jay was slamming his dad’s member into his boyfriends tight hole, dominating him in every which way. Their moans echoing through the house as Leon had one of his deepest fantasies full-filled. Literally. After a good 15 minutes or so of none stop fucking, Jay unloaded his dad’s balls inside Leon with probably one of the biggest loads that body had ever shot.

Once all was said and done the two collapsed in a hot mess with Jay still plunged deep inside. His dad’s body might’ve still had some good stamina for its age but he still found himself completely exhausted after all that.

Leon let out a long satisfied sigh. “That… was amazing Jay. You’ve just set a high bar for yourself when you and your dad swap back.”

“Ah ah, for the next two months I’m not Jay. It’s Mr. Kellerman to you.” The older man chuckled while kissing along his boyfriends neck. He’d already began to sink in to his temporary identity as his own father, Ken Kellerman. Had Leon not already busted a load, he certainly would’ve after hearing that.

———

Meanwhile across town, Ken had been settling into his son’s apartment. He allowed himself awhile to take it all in. After all this was where he’d be staying for the next 2 months. It was a rather new place that Jay and Leon had bought so he’d never actually had a chance to come over and see it all yet. Not with everything that’d been going on recently.

Soon enough Ken found himself in the bathroom however, stood in front of the mirror and staring deeply at his reflection. God it was so jarring. Seeing the features of his son’s face move under his control as he inspected them. Seeing how dark and full his hair was compared to his former silver look. Seeing the lack of wrinkles across his face along with such youthfulness in his eyes. Not to mention how huge his new body was!

He already knew his son was well built of course and he that knew even more so when he woke up that morning but actually seeing it reflected back at him… it was something else. Seeing the way his shirt stretched over his pecs, the way it’s sleeves strained around his biceps, the way his joggers perfectly framed his muscled ass. He scolded himself for even turning around to check it out. This was his son’s ass that he was admiring for Christ’s sake, even if it was his for the time being.

Ken told himself that he should stop. That he should just start preparing himself to live Jay’s life already. But the temptation was too much. He’d began pulling off his shirt when he had an even better idea instead. He grabbed the neckline of the shirt with both hands before using his newfound strength the rip it open completely, exposing his bare torso. He felt a massive surge of adrenaline and testosterone as he tossed the tattered shreds to ground. “FUCK YEAH!” He roared while throwing his huge new arms up into double bicep pose, watching as they bulged with power in the reflection. With that all reason went out the window as Ken started grabbing, flexing and caressing his new muscle in every way possible. He gave by far the most attention to his pecs though. How could he not?! His son had built them so well, looking so wide and powerful as he couldn’t stop himself from bouncing them a little. Even going as far as the tweak his nipples while grunting in satisfaction.

All the excitement had caused a massive tent to arise in Ken’s joggers. He was so damn horny that he didn’t even think twice about kicking them off and gripping and his son’s member this time. From what he could tell it was tiny bit shorter than his own but a fair bit thicker at the same time. He could only just fit his hand the whole way around. Then before he knew it the bathroom was filled with the murmurs of a young man generously beating his meat.

“Mmmm fuuuck… I’m such a hunk…” He muttered to himself as he watched his reflection jacking off. “So young and buff…” His gaze tracing over the muscular ridges across his body before of course giving himself another flex. “Ufff my name’s Jay and I gave my sexy young body to my dad huhuhuhuh” Ken chuckled dumbly “My dad should definitely keep my huge body. He’s far more deserving of it after all huhuhuh” he continued, getting more and more turned on by the second. Ken couldn’t stop himself from lustfully admiring his son’s body from every angle by now as his borrowed cock start to leak. It was only after finally turning his backside to the mirror and giving it jiggle that Ken finally busted his son’s ball batter all over the bathroom wall and floor with a long groan.

After about 15 seconds or so of squirting cum, the dumb grin on Ken’s face started to fade as the post nut clarity hit. He was suddenly horrified at what he’d done and all the things he’d just said. Immediately after he got to cleaning himself and the bathroom up in shame. While he did he rationalised everything that happened as being due to his son’s body’s heightened testosterone and horniness compared to his old body…

———

Over the next few weeks both father and son enjoyed living out each overs lives.

Jay for example had been spending a lot of time at home with his boyfriend. For the first week he’d taken a vacation from his dad’s work so him and Leon had plenty of time to get ‘accustomed’ to the new situation they found themselves in. But after a week of daddy kink filled fucking, Jay at last decided to head into work. It was certainly tough in the beginning and he got a couple stares but Jay soon found his footing at the law firm. You see since he’d wished to switch lives with his dad, all the memories and information he needed to be lawyer like his dad were already stored in his brain. He just had to tap into it.

Wearing his Dad’s suit everyday was certainly an interesting change of pace. Before this he’d only ever worn one on special occasions and didn’t much enjoy it but now it felt normal and natural. Leon certainly didn’t complain either. In fact the first night that Jay came home from work Leon basically begged the older man to fuck him with the suit on. Suffice to say those two had been doing just fine so far.

Ken on the other hand made a similar decision to take some time off from Jay’s job as a trainer at the local gym. He used that time to get used to his new form and living situation. Of course this meant tugging his younger cock in every room of the house until he’d busted his son’s seed in each one. He scolded himself constantly at first for getting so damn horny about having Jay’s body all the time and for the types of things he’d say while masturbating but sooner or later he decided to stop fooling himself and just enjoy it.

He went back to working as a trainer not too long after that. He gave himself a couple days at the gym first to unlock Jay’s know-how about exercising and using the gym equipment but after that he was ready to go. Ken found himself directing all of Jay’s clients through their workouts and encouraging them like a pro. Nobody even batted an eye and Ken absolutely loved it. Everyone seeing him as Jay Kellerman, gym hunk and trainer, while turning the heads of both men and women alike. He got off on it way more than he ever expected to.

As the second week progressed, Ken found himself signing up to Grindr and with Jay’s body and looks he had no problem finding multiple dudes that were interested. Before long he was bringing home a hot new guy almost every night to either fuck or get fucked by depending on what mood he was in. Whether it be his thick cock or jock butt, no man could resist. And the sex itself was divine to say the least. Dumping his load inside a tight hole after making the guy beg for it or finding himself begging to filled while moaning out like a slut in his son’s voice. Sure his old body had some pretty decent stamina for being middle aged but it was nothing compared this body in the prime of its youth. Needless to say, Ken was slowly becoming more and more addicted to his Son’s body and life.

———

It’d been about a month since the initial swap. And just like that night the moon destined bright and full once more, it’s light ready to fill the night sky. Ken sighed, conflicted as to whether the choice he was about to make was the right one. He looked down at the coin in his hand, fiddling with it a little before glancing over at the so-called ‘Magical Well’…

After figuring out when the next full moon would be, Ken found himself driving back to the very same campsite his son had taken them on the night they swapped bodies. After which he wandered the woods for a little while before finally coming across the Well that’d made it all possible. He knew that Jay was planning on coming back to Well on the full moon after this one so they could reverse things making this the only chance he had.

Over the last few weeks he’d spent in his sons body, Ken had been happier and more confident than ever. It was like having a second lease on life. And from the nights they’d all had dinner together it seemed that Jay had adjusted very well to the swap. On top of all that he’d recently met a guy at the gym, Sean. He was attracted to the man of course but it wasn’t just lust like with all his Grindr hookups. No it was more than that. Whenever they spoke it was like his heart began to flutter. Whenever Sean complimented him he found himself hiding a blush.

Everyday Ken wanted nothing more than to confess his feelings but… he couldn’t. After all he knew that eventually he’d go back to being a 49 year old man and trying to explain the whole ‘body swapping with his son’ thing would probably just make him look crazy if anything…

And so here he was, fiddling with a coin and staring at the one thing that could decide where his life goes next. He found himself sat on the edge, dangling his large feet over the water like him and his son had that night. He must’ve been deep in thought for a good hour or more until at last the moon up high in the dark starry sky in its full glory. Looking up at it, Ken took a deep breath and finally made his decision.

Closing his eyes, Ken proceeded to make his wish out loud. “I wish for my son and I to become impervious to the magic of anymore wishes and for us to be sealed inside our current bodies.” He stated before opening his eyes and looking down at the coin. It suddenly felt heavy. Heavy with the weight of fate. And yet, after a moment of hesitation, he flicked it into the Well.

Ken had no idea what to expect. Would there be any way of telling whether his wish had worked before next month? He sat on the edge of the Well for a bit longer pondering it. Just as he was getting up to leave however, his question was answered. A surge of energy wrapped around his body in an unexplainable sensation. It felt as though his very being was being hugged in a magical aura. What Ken was feeling was the Well’s magic re-moulding his soul to fit his son’s body permanently before leaving it with a protective armour to shield it from other wishes. And little did Jay know that the same had happened to him as he slept soundly next to Leon.

The process was quick and soon Ken felt the weird sensation dissipate from his body. Only now he felt… secured. Locked in. He no longer felt like a guest inside a body that wasn’t his own. Now it truly belonged to him and that turned Ken on like crazy.

The man was horny infact the he threw off his shirt and pants right then and then in the middle of the woods. He reached into his boxer briefs and fished out his permanent new cock and started tugging on it furiously. “Fuuuuuck yeahhh! These glorious fuckin pecs are mine forever!” He groaned triumphantly while using his free hand to grope the large slabs of meaty muscle on his chest. “And these giant fuckin biceps!” He brought up the very same arm and flexed it. He went onto list all of his new body’s wondrous traits. It’s thick dark hair, it’s cute but handsome face, it’s giant feet, it’s smooth sexy voice, it’s thunderous thighs. “And of course this juicy ass!” He finished while smacking his bubbly muscle cheeks a little. By now his dick was leaking like a faucet and all it took was him shoving a finger inside his cock hungry hole for him to finally explode. Massive ropes of cum launching up onto his chest and face accompanied by Ken’s howls of pleasure.

Once he’d cooled down again and had begun using his shirt to clean himself up, Ken couldn’t help but feel guilty. He’d essentially just stolen his Son’s body after he’d so generously offered him a temporary use of it. Did that make him a horrible person? He thought about it the entire walk back to his car and the whole drive home. Once he was laid in bed though he simply thought it wasn’t worth worrying about anymore. What was done was done and nothing could change that. He was Jay now. Forever.

———

Another month had passed since Ken’s wish was made and he found himself stood at the Well once again only now with Jay by his side. It was once again the night of a full moon and the very night Jay had agreed the pair would swap back on. The entire trip there Ken had to play along, acting as if he was sad about it all coming to end but that he was grateful for the experience.

Now Jay stood by the Well with a coin, holding it tight as he made his wish. “I wish for me and my father to return to our original lives and bodies.” He stated confidentiality before tossing the coin into the water with a small splash. “Alright, well if it’s anything like last time then I guess we just need to go to bed and by the morning we’ll be back to normal.” Jay sighed. His father nodded in agreement, knowing full well that wouldn’t be the case.

Both men arrived at their homes later that night, heading to bed pretty much right away considering how late it was already. It wasn’t long until they both drifted off to sleep with a smile on their faces. Jay because he believed he’d be back in his own skin when they awoke and Ken because he knew he wouldn’t be.

The next morning Ken found himself waking up to sound of a phone buzzing violently on the bedside table. Pure joy rushed through him as he opened his eyes to see he was still laid in Jay’s bed and that underneath the covers was still the hunky 22 year old body of his Son. After the initial joy of it all, Ken finally picked up the phone to hear his old body’s voice on the other end. Jay was screaming frantically about how they should’ve returned to normal and that something must’ve went wrong somehow. Of course Ken played dumb, pretending as though he had no idea why this had happened. All while he slowly pumped his morning wood with delight.

———

By now another three months had flown by. With each full moon that went by, Jay dragged Ken back to Well with him to make the same wish again and again but each time it failed. It’d definitely been tough on Jay at first. Losing over 25 years of his life wasn’t an easy pill to swallow but slowly he began to accept that this might be the new reality they’d have to live with. Thankfully he was kept afloat by Leon who said he would still love him regardless of which body he was in. It was probably still gonna take awhile before he fully embraced his new identity but so far so good.

On Ken’s end however, he was living a better life than ever. Shortly after Jay’s first failed attempt at switching back, Ken confessed his feeling to his gym crush Sean. To his delight Sean admitted that he’d been feeling a similar way. Apparently Ken’s ‘mature demeanour’ was one of the things that’d initially pulled him in. That and the incredible body of course.

And that was that. Love had blossomed. The two went on a few amazing dates, had their first kiss by the fourth one and were ripping off each overs clothes in Ken’s apartment by the sixth. Ken found himself pounding into the other hunk first with a dominant energy until he was later flipped over and had his hole resized. When he felt Sean’s load filling his hole, that’s when Ken knew he was truly in love.

Now the two were officially boyfriends and Ken couldn’t be happier. He finally got a chance to live the life that he was too afraid to live before. He would always be eternally grateful to his Son for revealing the magical Well to him and giving him this second chance.

“Hey so my Dad’s 50th birthday is coming up soon and we’re thinking of throwing him a party.” Ken said before devouring another mouthful of cereal. “Was wondering if you wanted to come or not.”

“Yeah that sounds good to me. It’ll give me a chance to properly meet your family.” Sean replied while taking a sip of his coffee. “I love that you and your dad still have such a strong connection.”

“What can I say. He’s one of the kindest and most generous men I know.” Ken peered across the room at one of the wall mirrors and smirked. “If it weren’t for him then I wouldn’t be the man I am today.” With that he leaned in to give his hot new boyfriend a kiss, confident that this was the life he was always destined to have.

#father and son #male body swap #male body theft #magic #permanent #identity theft #jock #wish

[halfa-ghost]

guys I wrote a little.... fic for side hoes week

DISCLAIMER! this is the first fic I have ever written, please be nice to it and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated

Summary: Super Danny is tasked to find a hobby after getting some free time.

The morning was quiet, peaceful, and honestly? Boring. Super Danny had made sure of it. He'd spent the last three days cleaning up all the ghosts haunting Amity Park. This was not a hasty assumption to make, he'd spent most of the third day just… looking around. He didn't sense a single harmful ghost in the entire city.

This was a great success for him! He just finally had enough free time to handle the ghost problem for a while. At least, until more ghosts eventually started coming through the portal. So, why did he feel so… empty?

He supposed he was finished with his job. Fun Danny must be done studying for his Algebra test by now, the reason he had split himself this time around, so he figured it was time to fuse back together.

He flew towards Fentonworks, scanning the streets for any ghosts, he knew it was pointless. He did it anyway. The morning wind was cool, it filled his lungs. He wasn't sure it needed to, breathing was mostly habit at this point. He rarely thought about how he was truly a pure ghost in this form, he didn't really feel any different. That would be a subject for another day.

He phased into his bedroom and landed with a soft thump. He turned around to see Fun Danny actually studying at- he checked the clock sitting on his desk- eight in the morning! On a Saturday! Fun Danny looked up at him and Super gave him a soft smile, he was proud of him for showing a good work ethic! Fun did not return it.

“What do you want?”

It was then he remembered why he came here in the first place. He figured Fun would be done studying by now.

“I thought you'd be finished by now, but I suppose that you aren’t.” The second the last word left his mouth, he realized how rude that may have come off.

“I'm doing the best I can, dude! Do you know how hard it was for me to actually wake up at this hour? On a Saturday??”

That was the Fun Danny he knew. He quickly waved his arms in front of him and shook his head.

“I apologize for sounding dissatisfied! I understand that this must be hard for you. I just… didn't have anything else to do because I finished catching all of the ghastly ghouls in town.”

Fun Danny’s eyes widened. “What? Already?”

Super nodded slowly. “Now I suppose I have no purpose.”

“I think-” Fun Danny turned in his swivel chair and pointed the pencil in his hand at Super. “-you need to get a hobby.”

“A hobby? The only hobby I have is protecting the helpless humans of Amity Park!” He raised his finger and a gust of wind from God knows where flowed through his hair and cape.

Fun Danny rolled his eyes. “That's not a hobby, that's your job.”

Super pondered for a moment. Was it wrong to enjoy your job?

He was pulled out of his thoughts when Fun Danny started again. “You have some free time. Go enjoy your weekend. At least one of us should be able to.” He turned towards the papers in front of him, and sighed dramatically. 

“How does one get a hobby?”

Fun didn't look up as he scribbled something down. “I don't know, dude, just wander around until you find something, I guess.”

That didn't seem efficient. But, enjoying yourself was Fun Danny’s speciality. That's where he got his name from! Sam and Tucker continuously calling him “the fun Danny” eventually stuck. “Super Danny” was coined to match it. So, he must have known what he was talking about. 

“Well I… suppose I will.” He nodded towards Fun and phased out of the room again, dropping his boots on the sidewalk. A woman on a morning jog gaped at him as she ran past, he knew it wasn't normal to see Danny Phantom just standing across the street from you. 

He tightened his cape around his neck and began to walk. He didn't know where. According to Fun Danny, he would “discover” something eventually.

He drew quite a few stares from the early-risers of Amity Park. Nobody interacted with him, though. They all just watched him from a distance. He didn't take offense. He knew this must be a strange experience for them, to see their spirited superhero taking a casual stroll.

He continued until he saw a young boy ahead of him, crying as he looked into the sky. He followed his gaze, spotting a bright red balloon flying into the sky.

He quickly pushed into the sky, his cape flowing behind him as he quickly grabbed the string of the balloon, delicately holding it in front of the boy.

The boy looked up at him in awe for a moment, his tearful eyes wide. He hesitated for a moment before carefully taking the balloon out of Super’s gloved hand.

“Thank you, sir!”

“You are welcome citizen!” Another gust of wind punctuated his assertion.

He nodded at the boy, and he happily walked away, balloon in hand.

Super Danny couldn't stop himself from smiling. His core thrummed, he felt giddy. This was all he needed.

It was then Super realized. He doesn't need to be punching ghosts and saving lives to be heroic, and it can absolutely be his “hobby.”

He continued his walk, hoping to run into an old lady who needed to cross the street, or maybe a cat stuck in a tree. It was cliché, but he could admit that cliché was his entire thing.

He wore a cape for crying out loud. 

#danny phantom #danny fenton #super danny #fun danny #dp side hoes week 2024 #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

[captaincvans]

Empire

Pairing: Shelby Brothers x Shelby!Sister

Summary: The Shelby brothers are ready to set the world on fire to ensure that their youngest sister would be safe.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff here! Maybe a case of creepy dude, but the Shelby brothers shut that down reals quick.

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note: I have another Shelby!Reader fic in my drafts, but that might take longer to post. I'm still debating to have multiple parts or whether I just want to post one long fic.

The Shelby brothers made their way to the market with their youngest sister in tow. It was supposed to be a more pleasant visit, hence why the brothers thought nothing to let the 7 year-old tag along with them. The little Shelby held on to Tommy’s hand, tugging at it when she saw the rows of shiny red apples that were being sold in the vendor behind the ones that her brothers were talking to. 

“Tommy, I want an apple.” She tugged on his hand, pointing to the vendor. He glanced at the distance, nodding his head. 

“Stay where I can see you.” 

“Okay!” she nodded excitedly, running off. She stared in awe at the amount of apples, and furrowed her eyebrows in concentration to pick the best apple. She wanted to get extra apples for her family so she started picking the best ones and collecting them in her arms. 

“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the seller growled. 

“I wanna buy 5 apples, mister!” she responded. “And Auntie Polly said that’s a bad word.” 

“And where’s your money, little girl?” 

“I-In my pocket.” She tried reaching for her pockets when the man grabbed her arm and slammed it on the small counter, making her drop all the apples she was holding in her small arms. She was standing on her toes, the counter being far taller than her, and the edge digging into her frail arm. “Wh-What are you doing?” 

“I’ve known little thieves like you to be a liar as well.”

“I’m not a thief!” She took out her little bag of coins. “S-See? I have the money!” 

He took the bag, grinning at the contents before pocketing it. “Girl’s got money, eh? You probably stole them from some poor lad and I hate thieves more than anything.” He slowly pulled out a butcher knife, ignoring her whimpers.

“N-No- please! I wasn’t gonna steal anything- I s-swear!” 

“Yea you won’t be stealing anymore with one hand-”

“TOMMY! Tommy- Help!” The girl could only scream for her big brother, squirming away from his grip. 

The Shelby brothers whipped their head at the source of the screams, their eyes widening at the sight of their baby sister being held like a criminal with a man about to bring down a knife to her pure, untouched skin. They all ran, and if it wasn’t for their sister’s close proximity to the man, they would’ve already shot him dead. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tommy asked, his voice eerily calm.

“M-Mr. Shelby- I- I didn’t know she was-”  The man held up his arms, dropping his knife and trying to not aggravate the pissed-off man in front of him. 

“T-Tommy,” the little Shelby cried, running up to her big brother. Arthur and John had already made their way inside the vendor, grabbing the man to make sure he wouldn’t do anything else. Tommy picked her up, eyes narrowing at the man as he felt her shake in his arms. 

“Tell me what happened, love.” He pulled his head back as she instinctively tried to wrap her arms around them and burrows her head in the crook of his neck. He grabbed her right arm, scanning the rest of her body for injuries as she talked and noting the scratches she got from trying to pry her arm away from the man’s grip.

“I-I wanted to buy a few apples for us, b-but the man said I was trying to steal. I gave him my horsey purse but he wouldn’t believe me!” Arthur patted the man down in search for the little bag and threw it to Tommy’s ready hand. 

“Right, then.” He picked up a nice apple, handing it to her, and walking away. He adjusted his grip on her so that he was carrying her more like a baby as he knew the second they turned away, Arthur and John would make quick work of that man. 

“I-I was so-so scared, Tommy,” she sobbed. Her little hands, wiping away the tears that couldn’t seem to stop falling. 

“It’s okay, love. I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” 

“He wanted to cut my hand off!” she exclaimed, sobbing even more. 

Tommy was seething in anger, wanting nothing more than to kill the man who would expose his baby sister to the dangerous world that he worked so hard to protect her from. Alas, he knew she needed her older brother and not the ruthless leader of the Peaky Blinder. “You know we would never let that happen, love. They would have to go through all of us before even touching a hair on your head.” 

They made their way to their home, Tommy giving the apple to one of the maids with instructions to clean it up and slice them for Y/N, and to get Polly. He took her to the kitchen, putting her on the table. He gently took her arm, assessing the damage .

“Hurts,” she mumbled, her sobs quieting down to a whimper. 

“Polly’ll take care of it.” He rubbed her back comfortingly, leaning down to give her forehead a kiss. 

“What’s going on here?” Polly asked, gasping at the sight of Y/N’s arm and her teary eyes. “Oh my poor girl. What happened to you?”

“A mean man tried to cut my hand off, Aunt Polly! I was so scared!” she wailed, lifting her arms and wanting to be comforted. 

The older woman and Tommy shared a look one that said it was being taken care of at the moment. Tommy took her in his arms, sitting down on the table as Polly took the other seat with an emergency kit with her. The little Shelby tried being strong while her Aunt cleaned up the wound, making sure there wasn’t any splinters before wrapping it up. 

“There you go, darling. All cleaned up and better. There’s nothing we can do about bruises but they will go away eventually.” 

“Okay” she said quietly. “Thank you, Aunt Polly.” She fell back against Tommy’s chest, the adrenaline was fading and she could barely keep her eyes open. “Thank you, Tommy… for saving me.” 

“You never have to thank me for that.” Tommy spoke quietly to comfort her. “I know you’re tired, love, but you gotta eat something.” It was past the time Y/N should be eating breakfast as they were supposed to buy fresh fruits for her breakfast in the morning. He motioned for one of the kitchen staff to place the plate in front of them. 

“Okay.”

Tommy pulled the plate closer to her so she could easily reach for the apples from his lap. He rested his chin lightly on her head, placing small kisses here and there to comfort her. He heard the front door open and waited for the inevitable loud entrance his brothers were going to make. 

“He’s taken care of,” Arthur said in his signature gravelly voice. “He’s never gonna bother her again.”

“How are you, love?” John asked, looking at the bandage on her arm. 

She shrugged her shoulders, eating another slice of apple. It didn’t take her long to finish the apple, her hunger beating out her tiredness. She cuddled closer to Tommy’s chest, the adrenaline fading and she was left with the crash. “Nap?” She looked over at her brothers and aunt for permission.

“Go sleep, darling,” Tommy nodded, kissing her head once more and positioning her more comfortably on his lap.

In a few seconds she was out, and the rest of the family was left to process the events.

“Fuck,” John muttered. “I was gonna skin the man alive.” 

“No more,” Tommy said decisively. “She’s never going anywhere without us anymore.” 

“Agreed.” Arthur nodded his head.  

“Now c’mon, boys. Your world is no place for a little child,” Polly chided.

“A child,” Tommy repeated as almost a growl. “There are too many goddamn fuckers who would have no problem hurting a child, Pol. We have to send out a message. Anyone who dares to even breathe in her direction wrong will have to deal with the Peaky fucking Blinders.” The girl in his lap shifted, and he quickly softened his voice, rocking her a bit. “It’s okay, love.”

If they didn’t know Tommy any better, it would’ve been a comical sight to see him change tune so quickly. Alas, the gang leader decided the conversation was over and carried his sister to his office. The rest of the family dispersing to their own work. The second oldest Shelby had always found comfort in having Y/N near him when he worked. She didn’t mind the occasional yelling and swearing when he was working, and instead focused on whatever was entertaining her at the moment. She was a quiet child, not as rambunctious as her older brothers Finn and John. Most of the time, she would draw or colour pictures, but as she is getting older, Polly had given her a few book to get started on her studies. He placed her on the couch, putting his jacket as a blanket on her tiny body, but before he could get very far she started whimpering and thrashing her arms around. Tommy’s heart broke witnessing his baby sister’s first nightmare, and picked her up again. He decided to keep her in his arms while he worked, ignoring the fact that he would only be able to use one hand as the other would ensure Y/N remained on his lap. He was used to having her on his lap as he worked or in family meetings when he knew she wouldn’t be exposed to their dirty world. A smile crept up on his face as he remember the days she would play with the buttons of his jacket or his pocket watch while he ran the meeting, her presence alone able to settle any tension in the room.

“Nothing will hurt you, I swear it.” Tommy was going to build an empire for his sister, and there was nothing that was going to stand in the way.

#tommy shelby x sister!reader #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #shelby!sister #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #josephine writes

[metalmonki]

The Dating Odyssey: Eddie

Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Jim Hopper/Jonathan Byers x fem!reader

3.5k word count

fluff, idiot reader, reader who can't say no, choose your own adventure-ish

Part 1 / Steve's Ending / Jim's Ending

That night you had a fitful sleep. You couldn’t stop thinking about who you would choose and how you were supposed to let the other guys know you weren’t interested. You gave up trying to get any decent sort of sleep at 4am. You instead choose to hop up and get ready for work. You showered, dressed, had breakfast and your morning coffee and waited for the time to roll around for you to go to work. When they time finally rolled around you collected all the essays Carol left you to mark and packed them into your bag. A smile playing on your face. You couldn't wait to see her reaction when all her students got A's it was also a great distraction to the current situation. You grinned as you made the quick walk from your apartment to your car. The whole drive to Hawkins High you kept glancing over your bag. If Eddies plan worked and this landed Carol in hot water you would have to find a way to thank him. When you reached the school you quickly grabbed your bag and hurried through the doors. You had not taken 5 steps inside when you were stopped by a voice behind you.

“Ah Miss y/l/n just who I wanted to see”

“Of Principle Higgins sir how can I help you?” You turned around facing him

“I need you to cover Miss Perkins English classes today she has come down sick and can't make it”

“Oh I would be delighted to sir” You smiled a little too excited

“Okay well her classes rotate with yours so you should be fine let me know if you need any help” Principle Higgins walked off towards his office

Taking Carols classes meant you weren't going to be leaving early today like a normal Monday but at least you could pull off Eddies plan without Carol knowing until it was way, way too late to change anything. You were so going to have to track him down after school let out to tell him though, he was going to freak out. You headed off to your classroom to begin setting up for the day. You knew you were going to need to use your time this morning as well as recces and some of lunch to make sure all the classes went smoothly. The bell rang at 8:30 and most of the students filled into your room. Actually it was almost all of the students except of course the usual suspects Lucas, Dustin, Mike, Will and Max. About 5 minutes into your lesson the classroom door slammed open and all 5 of them came crashing into the class tripping over each other, yelling and screaming.

“Oh hay y/n, uh sorry we're late we all kinda slept in” Dustin spoke up

“You all slept in? I find that hard to believe” You crossed your arms trying to be serious but at the same time wanted to laugh at them

“Yeah, we were playing DnD at Eddies trailer like all day yesterday and it got super late so Eddie let us stay because his a really nice guy like that and anyway as I said he let us stay overnight and we all really slept in and it's like extremely difficult to wake Eddie up cause he sleeps almost completely naked and none of us really wanted to go wake him so we had to flip a coin and Mike lost but he was way to much of a wuss to go into Eddies room so...”

“Dustin, Dustin, ssh just take a seat and see me after class, way to much information dude geez” it took all your strength not to laugh and the image of an almost naked Eddie wasn't helping either.

The party apologised and took their seats while you resumed the lesson. Today's lesson was a practical lesson. After you re-explained the instruction everyone broke off into their lab groups to do the experiment. Many of the other students where whispering amongst each other about Dustin using your first name and the casualness between the group and you. The obvious concern was if their all friends with the teacher does that mean the teacher will give them an easy pass. But just because they were your students and you guessed your friends doesn't mean they were going to get an easy pass. Senior science passed quickly but before you could move on to Eddies plan you needed to speak with Dustin and the others. The group remained seated and waited for all the other students to file out of the classroom before saying anything.

“Hay we're really sorry for being late to class it wont' happen again” Mike spoke up when the last student left the class

“I don't care about that” You said “Just try not to make me almost burst out laughing in front of my class again”

“We can do that” Lucas smiled

“Great whose class do you have next?”

“Carols english class” Dustin rolled his eyes

“Oh sweet so I'm teaching her class today so I won't have to write you guys a note, I just have one quick guestion”

“Sweet best teacher her” Max cheered

“Whats your question?” Mike asked

“Where does Eddie live?”

“He has the trailer across from Max out at the trailer park” Will spoke up

“We're headed out to Max's after school if you want us to show you?” Dustin offered

“Yeah sure I'll drive yous but uh someone may need to sit on the floor or the back seat will be very crowded”

“Oh Eddies going to pick us up so we can split between the cars” Dustin said

“I am so going with y/n I am not getting in the back of Eddies van again” Max said

The kids slung their bags over there shoulders and you all began walking in one large group to the next class room. Once they were seated you retrieved the large pile of essays from your bag. As you called the roll you had them come up and collect their essays. Whispers broke out all over the classroom as students started to realise they all got As. You had a small giggle at their excitement before calming them down and explain the class for the day. It was simple read the next few chapters in the book they had been reading and answer a simple question for homework or they could do it during class if they had time. When the recces bell range you were super excited about the rest of the day and how the rest of the students would react to their As. Recces was spent preparing for your next science lesson and picking chapters and questions for the next 2 English classes. The science lesson went by in a blur due to your excitement to get to the next English lesson. You may have been more excited and moved faster then your students when the bell rang to signal the end of class. Normally this is the point of the day where you would be headed to the staff room to finalize your paperwork for the day so you could leave at lunch time. But instead you had 3 more English classes all of which you decided to keep simple. Read the chapters answer the question. Most of Carols students wouldn't be taking home homework tonight if they worked fast enough. You took a seat at the teachers desk called for silence and began calling names and handing out essays. Just like before the As were met with excited whispers. Rinse and repeat until the last bell of the day sounded. A smirk broke out on your face as you raced to pack your bag and get out of there for the day. When you entered the hallway you were met with a commotion.

“Excuse me! Coming through! Move people move!” Dustin's voice rang out down the hall

Soon the group of misfit teens stood before you Dustin in the lead.

“You lot ready to go” You laughed

“Been ready to leave since I walked in this morning” Dustin threw him arms around in over exaggerated movements

“Great I just need to drop some stuff in the office and we'll be good to go if someone wants to go let Eddie know the plans” You looked between the kids

“I'll go” Dustin said running off

You shook your head at the boy and started towards the office with the others trailing behind you. They all apparently wanted to go in your car because they didn't trust Eddies driving, not to mention his van didn't have any seats in the back. You made your way quickly to the office, dropped all your paperwork on your desk and left before anyone could pull you up. You quickly made your way to the school parking lot the group still chatting away behind you. They always seemed to have something to chat about. You'd even noticed them passing letters in class but you never pulled them up on it because the always done there work and it didn't really seem like much of a distraction. You opened the doors to the parking lot to find Eddie conveniently parked next to your car. Dustin had already climbed into Eddies van and was impatiently yelling at you all out the window. You and the kids basically jogged over to your car. You opened up the car from them before quickly turning to Eddie who was standing patiently beside his van.

“Hay Munson” You smiled

“Hay y/l/n did the plan work?” Eddie had an evil smirk

“Thats for me to know and you to find out, now get in that death trap and lead the way” You laughed climbing into your car.

Eddie quickled climbed into his van and roared the engine to life. He speed out of the parking lot, leaving you to curse and try to speed to keep up with him. The last thing you needed was a speeding ticket or worse to be pulled over by the sheriff. But you made it to the trailer park without incident. Eddie brought his van to a stop outside what you guessed to be his trailer. You pulled up alongside the van. The teens immediately started falling over each other to get out of the car. Once out they ran screaming at each other to a trailer almost directly across from the one you were park outside of.

“I'm guessing that's Max's place?” You said to Eddie

“It sure is, and this is my castle” Eddie stretched his arms out while looking at his trailer “So sweetheart is there a reason you wanted to know where I lived?” Eddie smirked at you

“Oh well I wanted to come tell you how your plan worked out”

Eddie motioned to the front door of the trailer. He went first holding open the front door like a gentleman. Someone had really raised this man right. You stepped into Eddie trailer and couldn't help but look around. You found yourself stood in Eddies open lounge and kitchen area. The walls where decorated with mugs and caps. His uncle Wayne's he told you when he noticed you look. He guided you down the hallway that stood just off the kitchen. The hallway was small and had only two other doors in it. One lead to a tiny bathroom and the other was Eddie's room. And it was exactly what you thought Eddies room would look like. The guitar he played the other night hung on the wall next to a mirror that was almost covered in everything heavy metal. He had heavy metal band posters on the walls and a recorder player with a large pile of records and cassettes next to it. The room was a messy, the bed unmade. It truly matched the man that lived in it.

“I thought you said your Uncle lived here too?” You said

“Oh he sleeps on the couch, his never really home anyway his always working” Eddie shrugged “Now how did our plan go?”

You gave Eddie a big grin before jumping at him. Eddie despite being taken by surprise was able to react fast enough to catch you wrapped his arms under you butt to hold you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“It worked perfectly Eds!” You giggled “And guess what Carol wasn't even there today so she had no idea what's just happened”

“Yeah Henderson wouldn't shut up about his A” Eddie chuckled

You stopped giggling and moved back from Eddie. He placed you gently on the floor but kept you in his arms. One of his hands came up to move a stray hair away from your face. Before you could react his lips where on yours. The kiss was full of love and passion. You found your hands moving back around Eddies neck and coming to a rest in his wild curly hair. His arms where wrapped around you waist holding you firmly against him. You never wanted that kiss to end. There was something in that kiss, something that seemed to make your decision for you. Your heart wanted Eddie but your brain was screaming at you that you couldn't go into a relationship with Eddie built on lies. You needed to tell him about the other dates. Steve was right they all deserved to know. You broke the kiss. You pulled back and looked up at Eddie.

“I'm sorry I couldn't help myself” Eddie blushed

“No Eddie I'm sorry” You sighed looking down to the carpet not wanting to face the man in front of you. The man whose heart you were probably about to shatter.

“You've done nothing wrong” Eddie placed a finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him.

“I lied to you Eddie” Your eyes started to fill with tears.

“Lied? About what?” Eddie tried to chuckle

“I did go on a date with Jonathan” You said “And with Steve”

“Shit, shit, shit” Eddie put his hands on his head and turned away from you

“I'm sorry Eds, I also went on a date with Billy and Hop over the weekend too” Might as well give him the whole picture you thought

“4 other dates, Jesus Christ!” Eddie was trying to keep his voice down but he was now pacing his room “I...I need time to think”

Eddie took off out of his trailer leaving you alone. You heard his van roar to life. The sound tear your heart to shreds. You fought back the tears that were about to fall and left Eddies trailer. You walked across the road to Max's trailer. You could see the teens peeking out a window clearly interested in what was happening between you and Eddie. But when they seen him speed off and you come walking out on your own they quickly ducked away from the window clearly not wanting to get caught. You knocked on the door of Max's trailer and she was super quick to answer.

“Oh y/n your still here” Max tried to act like she hadn't just seen you walk across the road from Eddies

“Yeah, uh, I'm actually about to head off and just wanted to see if anyone here needed a lift home” You said trying to sound happy

“No we're good here, Steve and Nancy where going to give us all lifts home” Dustin called out

“No problems, see you at school tomorrow” You called back

You waved to Max and made your way back to your car. You made the drive back to your apartment slow. So slow in fact that you got pulled over by none other then the sheriff himself. You cursed silently to yourself and wiped at the tears that had stained your face. You pulled the car over safety, Hop pulling in close behind you. Hopped climbed out of his car and walked towards your face head down not paying attention writing something in a note book. He only looked up when he got to your car.

“You do realise you were driving way below the speed limit right?” He said looking up “y/n what are you doing all the way out here?”

“Breaking hearts apparently” You sniffled

“Oh hay honey what's the matter?” Hop opened your car door and kneeled down beside you

“I just told Eddie Munson that I went on dates with not only him but you and 3 other guys this weekend” You spilled out before you could stop your self.

“Oh well that's impressive” Hop chuckled

“Your not mad”

“Oh I'm fricken' furious” Hop stood up “But ain't much I can do about it, just try to go the speed limit” Hop slammed your door a little too hard before walking back to his patrol car.

You sat in silence for a few minutes gathering your thoughts before starting on your way back home. Just as you pulled into your parking spot out the front of your building it started to pour down. Just what you needed you thought. The weather was just as miserable as you. You sat in your car and watched the rain run down the windscreen. You left your umbrella inside and you really didn't feel like getting wet. The plan was to wait for a break in the rain then make a run for it. You sat in your car for almost an hour with no signs of the rain stopping. It was then that you spotted a familiar mop of curly hair. Except the usually wild bouncy curl's where now soaked and flat clinging to the face of their owner. Eddie Munson was running through the rain and right to your door. He didn't see you sitting in the car. Instead he ran straight past and under the small amount of cover the front awning of your building provided. He rang the buzzer for your apartment and waited. You sat in shock, your brain racing to process what your eyes were seeing. Eddie pressed your buzzer a few more times but when there came no answer he dropped his shoulders and walked back out into the rain. You couldn't let him leave, you needed to apologise for everything, you needed to try to make things right. In one swift movement you were out of the car and standing on the side walk. Eddie had his back to you, walking slowly away.

“Eddie!” You shouted

Eddie spun on his heels. He jogged back over to you while you stood frozen in the rain. It was like a scene from a sappy romantic movie.

“You didn't answer the door” Eddie said coming to a stop in front of you

“I was sitting in my car” You said pointing to your car

“Look y/n I'm so sorry for everything” Eddie grabbed your hands “I love you, you drive me crazy in all the best ways, I want to be with you, I want to be yours and only yours forever, I spoke to Steve, Jonathan and Billy, I told them what you did and I told them I wouldn't force you to pick and they shouldn't either. It should be up to you. I don't know why you choose to go on so many dates, I don't know if you even liked any of us to begin with, I don't know if you love me as much as I love you, or if you want to be with me or if you've chosen someone else. All I do know is I couldn't let you go without tell you exactly how I feel”

You didn't know how to responded to Eddies speech. You didn't think there was any words good enough to say to something like that, so you did the one thing you knew would get across what you were feeling. You wrapped your arms around Eddie neck and pulled him into a kiss. Something Eddie accepted without delay. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you flush against him. Your lips moved perfectly together like two pieces of a puzzle. You were both completely soaked by this point but neither of your cared. Anyone walking past would think you were trying to completely every romantic cliché ever invented. You eventually pulled apart trying to fill your lungs with much needed air. Eddie smiled down at you still holding you in his arms. This all felt so right. You knew you found the one for you.

“Do you want to come inside and have a hot shower?” You asked

“That would be wonderful it's freezing out here” Eddie laughed as you ran to the front door of youe apartment.

#jim hopper #eddie munson x reader #jim hopper x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things

[theshinazugawaslut]

thank u 4 ur post on sanekanae LMAO. its so painful as an author when ppl misinterpret and read over his character, and assume he had romantic feelings… when it’s stated he saw his mother in her?? .. ppl jst have to romanticise every chick and dude within a shared vicinity.

also he’s dull at romance so!

That's what I was thinking, too — it's stated he sees his mother in her so it's obvious he only may have liked her in a 'motherly' light (like how Inosuke sees Nezuko/Shinobu). Otherwise, there's less than one handful of interactions we see with Sanemi and Kanae.

My first problem is that Sanemi and Kanae barely knew each other. Kanae died at seventeen which means she died a few weeks after meeting/knowing Sanemi, and from the wind pillar light novels, they interact twice (and both times Sanemi mentions she reminds him of his mother). So, I think even if Sanemi 'liked talking to Kanae' (per Gyomei's words) he didn't know her for very long.

My second problem is that the entire idea of Sanekana is that it entirely goes against Sanemi's writing for a number of reasons:

Sanemi is in the Corps for one reason and one reason only: to protect Genya. He has selflessly devoted himself to protecting his little brother for his entire life 'till death', so that Genya could do things like getting married and having children (something that Sanemi NEVER saw for himself at this point, mind you).

Sanemi's character is also heavily self-sacrifical as he inflicts a punishment upon himself by distancing himself from Genya.

Sanemi, who knows somewhere in his heart that he's doing wrong to Genya, would not get close to someone else (especially romantically) since he believes it would be selfish and hypocritical. He also wouldn't want to get sidetracked from his 'goal'.

I also believe Sanemi would feel guilt over being friends with Masachika since he's abandoned Genya.

Due to these reasons, I think Sanemi would never romantically like anyone in the first place, and even if he did, he's rather dull with romance.

My personal belief is that Sanemi is probably a whole ass raging virgin man too since it fits in with his character and morals, and he just couldn't let someone get that close to him (touch, love, sex would scare the shit out of him; he needs to be with someone he trusts very dearly for even a damn kiss on the cheek).

That aside, the real reason I don't like Sanekanae is because of Kanae herself.

Kanae has terrible writing. Quite literally the worst writing, and with the writing she has, she does NOT fit Sanemi at all. Her entire character writing is contradictory as she's only there for Shinobu's story — Sanekanae was an afterthought the author might've had because it doesn't even fit inside the narrative at all.

Kanae is also a huge fake to me. She comes off as one of those people that say they're 'so sweet and lovely' but are genuinely rather cold/stern. Even that stupid fucking advice she gave Kanao just made her seem like a brainless anime girl to me. Kanae is one of those characters that are made to fit a character's backstory hence her personality changes every two fucking seconds (trying to make her seem easygoing with that god-awful coin and boy advice she gave to a very abused Kanao; in her dying moments, discouraging Shinobu from continuing with the Corps; when she first meets Sanemi, she doesn't come off as 'sweet' she just comes off as easily irritable and indifferent; then when she appears in Shinobu's head during the Douma fight, she just gives some generic words).

I also don't think Kanae even liked Sanemi LMAO.

(I have more to say but I'm genuinely raging just thinking about this ship and her. The author of demon slayer does NOT know how to pair people together.)

#esha blabbers #esha does shit #esha answers your questions #sanemi #kny #demon slayer #sanekanae #i hate this ship

[naussensei]

The first time Shoko used her reversed cursed technique on him, Suguru could not watch. His eyelids were too heavy, his brain too fuzzy, all he could do was indulge in the feeling of warmth and that strange tingling that engulfed his body, as though bathed in warm light.

“You think Yaga will yell at me?” He heard a voice, Kusakabe’s voice, most likely.

“You’re getting good at this,” Utahime said, she sounded soft and distant.

“Well, I got someone to help me amplify my powers lately,” it was Shoko’s voice now, and Suguru was suddenly reminded he was at the school in the middle of the field, lying on the grass.

When he opened his eyes again, his sight was still blurry, his eyelids numb with laziness. His gaze met with the bright blue from the sky, white clouds spreading hazy patterns across it, so close he could almost touch them. It was so much nicer than waking up to another strange ceiling.

“You alive?” It was Satoru’s voice now, and it somehow felt closer than he expected.

Only when he blinked again did Suguru notice it was Satoru’s face he was looking at, his big blue eyes open like lanterns at him directly above his head, long white eyelashes nearly brushing his face.

“Dude…” Suguru jumped on his skin, then rolled sideways on the grass. Why did he have to stare at people like that? “Quit doing that, you startled me.”

“Yup, he’s alive,” said Satoru calmly, as if unaware he’d just made Suguru’s heart jump in his throat.

But he was right. There was no pain in his ankle anymore, nor exposed bones whatsoever, which was a relief. 

The group had gathered around him, all with curious eyes, making Suguru suddenly self conscious. He rose quickly, patting his new uniform that had now turned into rags.

“Oh, no.” He said as he looked at his bloodied, torn uniform. “Yaga only gave it to me yesterday.”

“You’ll get another one, don’t worry.” Said Shoko. “We have plenty of clothes changes.”

With that, Shoko and the rest began to move and gather in a corner, and they were now idly chatting on the grass. All except for Suguru and Satoru, who now stood next to each other in awkward silence. 

Suguru turned to look at Satoru again, and noticed his uniform was just as wrecked as his. There was a certain, morbid comfort in watching his perfect face covered in scratches, almost as a reassurance that even Gojo Satoru bleeds. He had removed his jacket, and wore just a half torn white shirt that left little to imagination, sweat still cooling on his slender neck, dripping down and pooling on the pale skin of his collarbones. Suguru’s eyes lingered there just a little longer than he wished they had, because his face grew red as he was caught staring. 

Satoru was looking at him with an intense glare, and this time, Suguru could not read the expression on his face. Their eyes met for a moment before they both averted their gaze and were surrounded by silence again, Shoko’s laugh fading in the background as the group walked even farther.

Unable to bear the awkwardness any longer, Suguru decided to go fetch some water, just as an excuse to remove himself from the scene, and leaving Satoru alone felt somehow wrong. In spite of himself, he asked.

“So… I’m gonna go grab something from the vending machine,” Suguru gestured to it with his thumb. “Do you wanna—“

“Nah, I’m good.” Satoru said, lying on the grass with his hands behind his head, closing his eyes.

“Uh, Well… You don’t need to buy anything. You can just come with me if you like…”

“But I don’t need anything. Why would I come with you?” 

“Ugh, nevemind…”

It was not about whether he wanted something or not, but of course, Satoru was too much of an idiot to catch that.

Suguru scoffed and left without another word. 

He could stay there alone for all he cared.

Or at least that’s what Suguru said to himself as he walked out of the court, but as he stood in front of the vending machine, his fingers hesitated as he shoved in the coins. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if he brought him something. 

When Suguru returned, Satoru was lying in the same position, with one leg over the other, wiggling his foot up in the air for entertainment. Suguru moved to stand behind him, so that he wouldn’t see him come. But then again, he also did not see him come that day in the basketball court, and he still knew where he was standing.

“Hey,” he said, putting a water bottle in front of Satoru’s face, nearly touching his nose. It was now his turn to startle him, and it wasn’t because of him sneaking up on him. 

“For me?” 

To his surprise, Satoru received the bottle and sat up swiftly on the grass. Suguru had almost expected him to throw it over his head. Getting so much of a ‘thanks’ from him was too much to ask, and Suguru knew better than waiting for it, so he simply sat on the grass next to him, not too close, not too far, but just close enough.

They drank their water in silence, and for the first time that day, Suguru did not mind it. He did not feel the compulsive need to fill that silence with words to please anyone, because Satoru didn’t need or want them. They simply lounged there,  enjoying the sun and the spring breeze on their skin while watching the others joke around in the distance.

Yes, he could get used to this kind of silence.

From: Our Last Summer by Naus in Ao3

#SatoSugu #sugusato #stsg #SatoSugu fic #gojo x Geto #satoru x suguru

[kingoftherubberduckies]

My take on Hazbin JC

/Hey guys I could be very very very wrong when the time comes, but for now I'm just gonna list some facts about what I think a Hazbin JC would be like anyways, here goes

-He'd probably be pretty hopeless and broken inside otherwise he'd just be Charlie 2.0, and going off the fact he's not trying to stop exterminations or anything like that he's likely not even there right now and straight up gave up on everything more than likely his dad just made him give up not wanting to watch his son die again

-You know how Luci likes ducks? This dude here likes lambs. And also lions. They reflect his two sides of the same coin.

-Yes, you heard me right; 2 sides. One being of the side more talked about aka the lamb (pure, selfless, sacrificial etc), the other side, well it would likely be if something angered him pretty badly. He is either scared of showing this other side and thus is trying everything to do to prevent it from coming out, or he is not able to access this other side yet due to having lost all forms of hope and confidence.

-One of my friends said he likes disney movies, so Imma put this there. His favorites are ''Prince of Egypt'' (if that even counts as one) and Hercules. But his dad wouldn't let him finish watching Hercules.

-Doesn't swear. Won't even say frick, damn, or darn. Who knows what the heck he says in place of it.

-Would 100% be against exterminations having talked to a lot of sinners before his death, but also just stopped trying to gain control over his angels period at some point. As far as he's concerned, he can't fix this problem. Why even try?

-Seeing any cross shaped thing in general gives him flashbacks. The same applies to flowers that have thorns.

#hazbin hotel headcanons #I am likely wrong #but eh #hazbin hotel jesus headcanon

[punisheddonjuan]

So I forgot about/didn't get around to deleting one of the dating apps I had installed to see what the dating ecosystem was like after having been away for close to eight years and this morning I received a notification from said app. Said app poses a daily question for users to answer in a public thread. This was today's question:

Knowing that this would not be a positive experience but feeling compelled to look anyway, I steeled myself for the responses and dove in.

"Disabled man is bitter about the way society treats him, therefore he is a narcissist."

That's a lot of words to say "no, and the only reason people say yes is because they are trying to be woke, but everyone knows deep down that disabled people aren't desirable" also your name is Òdinn and you appear to live in the forests of Norway so there is a high chance that you're a Nazi.

This is such a typical response and I have no doubt in my mind that this guy would leave said hypothetical partner who became disabled in an accident, simply because the overwhelming majority of men will leave a disabled partner. Hell it's a very common r/relationshipadvice topic.

This response leaves me with many questions and no answers. Why would you need to change your perspective?

Jesus fucking Christ. I know this is supposed to be "a joke" but it's almost more hateful that way.

Way to throw in some weird "sexual market value" incel shit into the conversation there dude with "hot women can date rich men to escape lower economic divisions".

I guess points to this guy for honesty, but it still sucks.

I've not met a single disabled person ever, including myself, who prefers the term "differently abled". Not only does the feel patronizing and like it was workshopped by a cadre of guilt ridden HR managers, the language of that particular euphemism suggests, at its core, that a failure to thrive is more the result of personal failing than systemic barriers to employment, education, housing, or relationships. It's sprung from the same liberal eugenicist minds that gave us the phrase "the only real disability is not having a positive attitude".

Christ this is bleak.

Well at least I was reminded to delete the app.

You know, nine times out of ten, it's not worth it for a disabled person to try to date a non-disabled person. Your dating pool should really just be restricted to other disabled persons, and this is in many ways preferable, but because society wants you dead, there are structural barriers. Here in Canada you were already likely to lose your disability benefits should you get married, because supporting you should be the responsibility of your spouse (never mind that the disabled partner is at much greater risk of abuse and is now dependant on their abuser) and if you're both disabled, well you both risk losing your benefits. Two people pooling their meagre resources is considered gaming the system. Bleak.

It kind of makes you hate incels just a little more for co-opting a term coined by a mentally ill queer woman, who hit on a feeling a lot of people with structural barriers to relationships experience. There are a lot of people out there who are denied intimacy for long stretches of time or perhaps for the duration of their life for reasons rooted in the pervasive and systemic ableism throughout our culture and society. Reasons that are entirely outside of those persons' control. Instead the term is now the sole domain of broken men who blame their lack of partner on a "a few millimeters of bone" instead of their actual problem, being raging misogynist antisocial creeps who do things like shit on their laptops while livestreaming with other antisocial misogynist creeps. It's a shame it wasn't put to better use.

#blog #dating #disability

[thefirstknife]

Didn't The Drifter also get close to a child in the Dark Age and saw her as almost his own?

Yes! That's why this whole thing with Eido and the other Eliksni kids is really getting to me. The whole story of Eaton and Yu in particular literally kills me every time.

For those that don't know: back in the Dark Age, when Drifter was going by Germaine and living in the village called Eaton and hiding his Light, he was basically babysitting a little girl called Yu. It was a kid from a family that lived nearby. She was 9 years old.

Yu was nine cycles old and visited often. She and her family lived next to Judson, and sometimes they sent her to Germaine when their boisterous neighbor was too belligerent. As he was today. Germaine didn't mind.

Judson was just some dude that hanged around with Drifter and was known for using phrases and speech that we know Drifter for. Example:

"How you livin'," Judson greeted the Risen, holding his finger high.

Another:

"Didn't see you there, brother," Judson growled low...

At the time, an Iron Lord called Dryden visited Eaton and gave them supplies as an exchange for a place to stay and to be able to use Eaton as bait for a Warlord he was after. Eaton had to accept because they were literally on the brink of starvation pretty much every day. Yu told Drifter that Judson said they shouldn't have let the Iron Lords stay and that it's dangerous and Drifter was trying to comfort her:

He laid another card down. "Appreciate what you get. Your parents were skipping dinner so you could have yours. The Risen solved that for us. For a little while. We have to let them stay."

She stopped pacing to consider it, and looked up at the sheet metal ceiling. "I don't want to die."

"You won't," Germaine said. "Why don't you go see what your parents are up to? I'm a little beat."

This was very upsetting to Drifter:

"OK," she said, shrugging. She left.

Germaine opened a small box of water from the pile of ration packs and poured a tin-full. Yu hadn't noticed because it was difficult to see in the flickering lamplight, but his hands shook.

It's a small detail, but he tended to get shaky hands which is one of the reasons he's fidgeting with a coin later on in life. He usually does it when he's stressed out and to hide that his hands shake.

Judson attempted to flee the village before the Iron Lords show up again, but he's caught by the Warlord and brought back. Warlords rolled into the village and killed Yu's father while waiting for the villagers to tell them where are the Iron Lords. Soon, the Iron Lords showed up and all hell broke loose when they started fighting.

While the fight was going, Drifter's Ghost saw the following:

Through it all, the Ghost saw one of the men emerge out of the discharge of an errant explosive device, cradling the body of a child. He moved to relative safety behind one of the shacks and knelt down, holding an ear to the child's face. She was trying to speak.

That was Drifter trying to protect Yu with his own body. Ghost asked him about it later:

"The child. Yu," Ghost continued.

"Stop talking," he replied.

"What did she tell you? You were speaking to her at the end."

He didn't respond. It would be lifetimes before he told Ghost the answer. But he would remember.

One of the reasons Drifter doesn't like his Ghost is that his Ghost was insisting that Drifter could've helped everyone in Eaton. Which is very unreasonable to think; there were six Warlords and unclear number of Iron Lords. And even the Iron Lords couldn't stop the six Risen without heavy casualties. Drifter couldn't have done much on his own. He was helping the villagers in his own way, using his Ghost to track animals for food to help the local hunters. There wasn't anything else he could've done, especially when you see that the Iron Lords couldn't have done anything either, not without risking everyone in the village and themselves.

One of the reasons Drifter was hiding his Light was because other Risen would challenge him otherwise. While he was hidden, Risen would just treat the village as any other settlement and mostly left it alone. If he'd been open about his Light, they would've treated him as an enemy Warlord and that would've directly endangered the village. But Drifter's Ghost considered him a coward for not fighting and for not being a "proper" Lightbearer. It's one of the reasons why Drifter's relationship with his Ghost is strained.

Drifter found Judson alive in the debris of the village and tried helping him by cauterising his wound. Judson blamed him for the attack, but ultimately died. Drifter's Ghost insisted more about how Drifter could be so much more as a Lightbearer but he didn't budge. His final line is him adopting Judson's speech pattern:

"How you livin'?" he said, and gave a smile to the heavens that ended at his eyes.

Drifter buried everyone in the village. As was stated previously, it took him centuries to tell anyone what Yu said to him before she died. Drifter told us in one of the tapes he left for us:

My neighbor's kid told me something that still bounces 'round my head to this day. Right before the light went out in her tiny eyes, she whispered, "I can't feel anything." Yeah. I couldn't either. That's all I got. Cut the tape.

He never got over this trauma. This child died in his arms while he desperately tried to save her and he had to be there to hear her final words, while he was able to just walk up and live again. It's a huge part of his disdain for the Light and the Traveler.

A lot about who he is was formed in Eaton, including the way he talks which is something he adopted from a friend that died. It's very interesting to see how he ended up becoming the man he is today. This lore book I linked is absolutely a fantastic read. Here's a fanmade drawn cutscene about this.

Drifter also later had a bar beneath Felwinter's Peak. He specifically wanted to get in contact with Felwinter, which wasn't easy without revealing he's a Lightbearer. Took him a while to get there, but eventually he managed to get a meeting with Felwinter. The purpose of this meeting? To report Lord Dryden, the Iron Lord that fought the Warlords in Eaton.

See, what Lord Dryden did was against the Iron Decree. It states that Risen should never involve mortals in their battles and Dryden specifically paid off villagers in Eaton to set them up as bait. But nobody knew about this because everyone in Eaton died. Except Drifter! Who was a secret Lightbearer. So he went to Felwinter and reported it, using the footage of the event from his Ghost as proof. Additionally, Dryden lost all other Iron Lords he led in the attack and also committed final deaths against the other Risen, then proceeded to hide the entire event and was still serving as an Iron Lord without repercussions.

Felwinter agreed to help because that's what he does. He also asked:

"Eaton. Who were those people to you?"

"Nothing. Just ghosts."

"You want revenge for people you care nothing about?"

Drifter avoids answering and never says anything more about it, clearly still heavily traumatised but unable to properly explain how and why. He just avoids the topic. But nobody would spend hundreds of years trying to get revenge for the villagers he buried with his bare hands if they were "nothing" to him.

For what it's worth, Felwinter did not waste a single moment. He told Drifter to leave and:

The Exo parted his coat and drew a long, bronze shotgun from his side.

"What do you think?" his Ghost asked.

"Call Lord Dryden. Prepare my Iron Banner arsenal."

Eaton was avenged and Drifter's long stubborn quest to get that revenge worked. But that didn't help him get over the trauma of Yu and what he had to witness.

On one hand, I am kind of disappointed we didn't get Drifter in Season of the Haunted because his Nightmare would've obviously been Yu. On the other hand, I am glad we didn't because I don't think I would've been able to handle that. And Drifter knows this, which is probably why he avoids the Moon like the plague.

I feel like this whole part of his backstory is super important to understand why he is so eager to be close to Eido and why he's protective of her. Including why he's so good with other Eliksni kids. It makes the whole thing very bittersweet. He definitely has a soft spot for kids. I'm glad that he gets to spend time with them now.

#destiny 2 #drifter #yu #felwinter #lore vibing #long post #ask #:( I?M JUST................. I'm unwell about this story #this was the turning point for me in regards to drifter. the tape especially #hearing that tape devastated me #you immediately understand why he's the way he is when you read about his experience in the dark age. eaton specifically #MAN. i'm so happy that he's spending time with eido and other kids #eris please get some therapy for this man

[blacklight-ghoulette]

SHOW ME YOUR 3D STUFF RIGHT NOW I BEG?!!

It's mostly just ghoul masks and small costume bits right now (grucifixes, the buttons on Papa IV and the Impera ghoul jackets, those things) as far as Ghost stuff goes, and a small collection of hcs for ghoul horns, so there's really nothing quite impressive or very interesting yet...

(kinda image heavy warning you now lol)

At one point I was working on a full body model for I think Primo?

But as you can see I had (and still don't) have a grasp at modeling cloth... uhhh that one was like 2 years ago and I'd like to go back and either redo it entirely or start fixing it at some point...

I'd forgotten I'd started modeling the Fantomen guitars right before the Impera tour started. Then I found out Dew was playing an entirely different guitar and I kinda just gave up on it...

I also did the Papa IV Caligula coin but I hated it and never did anything with it.

Oh, and, totally unrelated to Ghost, is my final for a 3D class I took at the beginning of this summer and I still really like how it came out.

I really like my lil moth dude, it was a very fun project.

There's other stuff too I just haven't really gone through all my files in a long while... and honestly most of the stuff I've modeled recently has just been redoing my earlier ghoul masks because I did a horrific job on my original models and they needed remaking so they could print better... and also like, be a wearable piece... I was not smart and did not use a headform when I made my original Meliora and Prequelle masks, so the proportions and sizing were so off but I've finally fixed them properly and am working on a full-size ghoulette mask atm.

#I have spent more hours working in zbrush that I can contemplate #and I still barely know wtf I'm doing #I just brute force everything till it does what I want not a recommended strategy lol #answered

[rainbow-pop-arts]

EHERM ahem…herm, anyways, this is last part of my Trigun Maximum vol 11 thoughts for @trigunbookclub!

Some thoughts on TriMax chap 69-70 under the cut! 

YO, PEOPLE IN SHIPS! Maybe they can help deal with the Ark

I see, no wonder Knives’s hair isn’t turning more black despite using lots of his powers

Wait, is that lady also an independent plant too?

Anyways, back to that random dude that came and gave the last piece of coin (the last panels here are so random wth)

Emo edgy dramatic ass

Damn, Legato is so extra and dramatic

Reeeeeem, Vash said the B-word!

He said it! He said trans-woman!!! (☉□☉)

Wolfwood would be proud (๑´• .̫ •ू`๑)

Oh yeah, the plants are unsure if they wanna help Knives or not. They wanna help Knives because he’s a plant too but helping Knives would destroy humanity so what should they do?（◎ー◎；）

*Jojo music starts playing*

OH, she did NOT just talked crap about Wolfwood ( ･`⌓´･)

I thought this was the end of Livio but then I remember he was biologically modified to heal fast

Naaaah, the kids got so scared they peed they’re pants 😭

So this is how Livio gets his new drip

Oooooh, that’s the girl that Livio saved after falling and she even grew up to be a caretaker! (｡•́‿•̀｡) (She looks like Mito from Hunter x Hunter but with darker hair)

That’s all for TriMax vol 11! ((ε(*⌒▽⌒)†*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ･*

Bonus thoughts: Okay so, there are some people in ships and I have a feeling that Chronica lady is an independent plant or I could be wrong. Vash is gonna face Legato and his emo dramatic ass, so can’t wait to see the difference between that and the ’98 anime. Anyways, back to Livio! This volume is literally his redemption arc. His interactions with the kids made me go AAAAAAGH!!! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) He got a new reason to fight for. I just hope that Elendira doesn’t end him… (; ·`д·´) 

#trigunbookclub #trigun manga #trigun maximum #trimax #trigun #trigun brainrot #trigun thoughts #vash the stampede #livio the double fang #legato bluesummers #meryl stryfe #elendira the crimsonnail