#then the tank he's in is waaaay too small for him

[headcannonsbutwrittenbyasnake]

Some of My Genshin Impact mains (current and past) but as cat personalities I've seen and lived with

Xiao

The "Unhand me Fool! I Will Paint the wa- Oh hey, This is nice."

Violence is his love language <3

Was probably found in a trash can alone and feral

SMALL, like mistaken as a kitten despite being full grown small, with sleek black fur and yellow eyes. If it wasn't for the small bits of green on the tips of his tail and ears he would blend in with the shadows

Again- feral, but a ride or die once you get his trust

You don't need a guard dog with him around

Actually you don't need anyone around!!!!(he's jealous)

God forbid you're talking on the phone around him

He won't do anything to you, he just stares

If he's asleep around you, and you leave while he's still asleep and he wakes up- he panics

Where are you?? Did you just up and leave? Did he do something bad in his sleep? He just panics until you come back

"Xiao what's the matter? Did something spook you?" "Meow meow!" (You came back! You do still love me!)

Seriously he kinda has attachment issues... if it's just the two of you living together. With the other cats. He's... fine with them, doesn't really trust them at first

Decides Razor and Albedo makes good company

Is on okay terms with Kokomi and Tighnari,

With Wanderer and Al-haitham, it's on sight

They'll play nice if you're around, but one you leave the house, it's go time

After the fight, it doesn't really matters who wins, they just need to make sure you don't find out.

Kokomi and Tighnari fix their fur and make sure the house is in order while the winner sits in the window, waiting for you to come home, and the loser sulks.

Razor

The "I'm Totally a Cat, Trust me!"

A scruffy, medium-sized, light grey cat, not a kitten but also not full grown. Kinda in that awkward cat phase

Probably found by someone's pet dog

Dog just took a look at scruffy little Razor and thought "Alright you're mine," but the dogs owner is, conventional, allergic to cats

So now he's yours :D

Can't really meow. Kinda just squeaks and/or howls

He just doesn't cat

Doesn't like tall places, takes bits of water instead of just dipping his tongue in, likes playing in water and mud, forgets to clean himself constantly, and just all-around is bad at being a cat

Is fine with being alone for a few hours, but he can't sleep alone. He needs so be with you or on you to sleep

Isn't violent or aggressive to humans or other animals in the slightest, but with bugs and mice. Well they don't last long in your house

Loves living with other cats

Even if Xiao at first hissed at him or Wanderer smacked him on the noggin, he just keeps trying to be their friend

It worked with Xiao, jury's still out on Wanderer

Tighnari's teaching him how to be a cat and Kokomi and Albedo are making sure his fur keeps clean and nice looking

Other than that he's just happy to have more friends in the house

Kokomi

The "Tiny and Cute, but Beats the Neighborhood Dogs Daily."

Menace to society

A medium-to-small sized cat with sleek light pink fur, fading into a light powdery blue at her paws, her ears, and the tip of her tail

Could be a show cat if she wasn't so much of a trickster

She isn't mean, just smart. Waaaay too smart

Likes going outside and luring dogs into her traps

Again nothing mean or life threatening, just kinda funny

Like luring them over puddles that are deeper then they look, or taunting them to lunge at her only to watch them face-plant into a glass door or scaring them with their reflection

Doesn't trick you, you're her favorite human!

Not really a snuggle cat, but likes laying on you and having the occasional head scratches

Over all, a pretty good, mostly normal cat

I say mostly because if she sees any water, she wants in it

Sink full of soapy water? She doesn't care, let her swim. A bathtub of warm water? Ah her favorite. A fish tank with no cover? Well the fish are luck she doesn't see them as prey! A whole swimming pool? Sign her up, she's swimming laps!

If you have a cup of water and aren't paying attention, she's going to stick her paws into it. Not to drink, just to swish around

Flat out leads the other cats like an army

Oh? The mice are trying to invade thier land? Alright, Razor go get Xiao and Wanderer

Outside of the mouse turf wars, or other threats to tge house, she doesn't really interact with them much

Wanderer

The "Appears out of Nowhere Just to Watch you Scream, (you Swear he's Laughing.)"

Roughly the same size as Xiao, but less malnourished

Literally just the cat in his story quest (or was it in the Archon quest, I can't remember.)

Was left at a cat shelter and considered un-adoptable, but you said fuck it and took him home

Has little dog syndrome despite being a cat

You swear he teleports

You turn around for one second, then turn back, and he's there

Snickers when you jump, and pouts when you catch him off guard

Be careful when you pet him, he tends to get overwhelmed easily.

And then he bites

Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark

After a while though he gets more comfortable with it

The type of cat to sleep on your face

Also very picky about food and what water

Only drinks ice water (spoiled brat)

Has an ongoing rivalry with Xiao

They often see who can catch the most 'invaders' (i.e. the mice, bugs, and other pest)

While he might seem like he hates the other cats, he's the first one to jump into the fray for them

Did once absolutely decimate a dog because it was chasing Kokomi (he didn't know the chase was part of her plan)

Albedo

The "Hey I found this, I want to keep it." And also "What are you doing? Where are you going? What are you eating?"

A medium sized, kinda fluffy, blonde cat with bright blue eyes. Also has a strange marking on his neck, kinda like a scar

Just kinda walks in through a open window one day, and stayed

Nosy real fucking nosy.

A shopping bag- What's in it? Oh you bought a new backpack- let's see if he can fit in it! On the phone? With who?

A leash cat

Please let him explore around, he's so curious

Will bring you LIVE mice- just don't scream or else he will panic and drop it

Will also bring you other things too

Rocks, feathers, bottle caps, a kitten, twigs

Wait a kitten?

Yep, he brought home a little blonde kitten with red eyes. I think you can guess who it is...

He is now her parental unit.

He tries to keep her out of trouble, but it's kinda hard.

Him and Klee have accidentally broken something on multiple occasions

They both sit in the corner ashamed of themselves

Albedo is not really a 'cuddle' cat

Or a 'people' cat (atleast people who aren't you)

If you have guest over, he'll just watch

Not with a mean or angry look, just looking

Him and Tighnari are planing something, you don't know what it is, and it's suspicious

(The plan is just how to wrangle in Wanderer when you're gone)

Al-haitham

The "Please for the love of God don't ask me to do anything other than the bare minimum."

A large, fluffy, grey cat. Has a little spot of green on his chest

Such a pretty cat, but has such an awful attitude

Well that is to anyone but you

Doesn't catch mice or bugs, doesn't do much of anything

He just want to lay in the sun and nap

Gets grumpy if anyone wakes him

Doesn't like Xiao because he tried to get him to do things (Xiao thinks he's a freeloader)

Hides from Razor because he keeps trying to play with him

You know that video of the cat just letting the automatic toy hit them in the face- yeah that Al-haitham

Just wants to do nothing with you

He's laying on your lap whether you like it or not

Don't try to stand up, he'll just dig his nails in

Read to him, he might look like he's napping but he's listening to everything you say

The type of cat to meow if you talk to him

"What do you think? This or that?" "Mreow,"

Shockingly, will use cat beds

Also likes to sleep in clean laundry, that you just folded

The reason you need to now check the dryer before you put wet clothes in

You know those cat who like to lay in the most uncomfortable position? Yeah that's Al-haitham

Tighnari

The "I Have a Schedule and you Will Stick to it!"

A medium sized cat with fluffy dark, nearly black, green fur that has spots of light green around his ears and tail.

He has large ears and a bushy tail, honestly might just be a cat-like fox, but it's hard to tell

You will wake up at 6am on the dot or else

The 'else' is just him screaming at the top of his lungs

Can probably read the clock

He has a routine: Wake up, breakfast, pest hunting, lunch, nap #1, cuddle time, dinner, run around like the devil himself is coming to finally collect your soul, nap #2, stop Xiao and Wanderer from killing each other, more cuddling, make the human get ready for bed, make sure everyone is in bed, then go to bed.

The only reason there is some semblance of order in this house

Like seriously if it wasn't for him, the other would have found a way to burn the house down

Breaks up any fights, stops the others from getting into to much trouble, and making sure Razor keeps his fur clean

Strangly protective of any plants around the house

The only time he'll out right hiss and swip at the others

No Razor! You can't dig around the plant pots, you'll kill them! No, don't eat the leaves!

#genshin alhaitham #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #alhaitham #tighnari #genshin tighnari #xiao #genshin xiao #genshin razor #genshin kokomi #genshin wanderer #genshin cat au #albedo genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader

[axewchao]

The Mass of Muscle in Mario Kart, The Enforcer That'll Make You See Stars in the Smash Bros. Boxing Ring, it's Morton Koopa Jr.!! I'd already hoomanized this loveable goof waaaay back in 2017, so I guess this can be considered a long-overdue upgrade instead of a debut :3

Admittedly, I don't have much to say in regards to his design. Rather disappointing in hindsight, since this is the team blabbermouth I'm talking about here… :'D

At most, I wanted to do a bit more than just give him a tank top and shorts and call it a day. Dunno why I thought "bomber vest," but much like Larry's crop top it was a match made in heaven. Getting the right shade of red was a bit tricky, though. I wanted to avoid having something too dull, but also wanted to avoid burning people's eyes. Hopefully I was able to do just that owo"

Time to make a list with a Morton-worthy word count! >:3

Morton's magic is primarily creation/transformation-based. You know those spells where you form objects, weapons, or even buildings out of whatever's around you? Yeah, those kind of spells. While Morton primarily uses these spells to construct the various castles across the Worlds during a kingdom takeover, don't be surprised when a giant chunk of wall is suddenly ripped away, mashed into a misshapen ball (with or without spikes for extra pain), and promptly thrown at you.

However, that isn't to say he can just build whatever the hell he wants on a dime. When it comes to any project, big or small, he needs a clear and detailed visual either in his mind or on paper, lest the result fall apart within minutes or even seconds after Morton casts the spell. Hence why he has a construction company in tow instead of just building castles solo. He's not good with blueprints...

Morton's talent wasn't discovered until he accidentally reformed a wall in the Koopa Castle library. He was touring the castle during a class field trip, got lost, and was enamored by the seemingly endless array of magical tomes. For future reference, you shouldn't try to read incantations aloud, especially if you don't know what they're supposed to do.

Kamek wasn't sure whether to scold this grade-schooler kid for nearly destroying his precious library or praise him for reading the incantation well enough to just 'rearrange' the bricks instead of wrecking an entire castle wall. Morton was sent home that day with little more than a stern warning, but a few days later a letter shows up with his name on it, asking Morton to return to Castle Koopa to take an aptitude test. If this kid's got any magical talent in his veins, letting him run amok without proper training is just asking for trouble down the line.

This time he DID destroy a wall. And part of the ceiling. And two windows. And maybe terrify his dad a little, to the point where custody was handed over a little... quicker than expected...

To say that Morton was hurt by the above incident would be an understatement. He... he passed the test, didn't he? He's gonna train under the royal advisor now! Why was his father so... scared...? How could he just... leave Morton like that?! If Bowser Jr.'s Journey is any indication, loyalty is very important to Morton, and this kind of betrayal was unacceptable. That night, with angry tears in his eyes, Morton swore to never call that man his father ever again. His new King Dad was sure to be much better anyway. 

By extension, he refuses to speak to his other biological family members either. Though some of his siblings have tried to call...

Much like Larry, Morton is prone to info-dumping about the things he likes, which usually revolves around whatever show or book he's hooked on that month. Nothing excites him more than a well-crafted story, full of adventure and lore or just something that makes the viewer/reader stop and think for a moment. He's popular in a number of forum circles for always crafting long but well-thought-out essays on the subject in question.

He's always recommending things to his siblings, catering each title to each Koopaling's tastes. Do they actually check the titles out? Not as often as he'd hope.

Ludwig once decided to take up Morton's suggestion and watched a Mario-verse equivalent of Your Lie in April. He blamed Morton for the hours he spent sobbing afterward.

Every now and again he'll take a stab at writing his own stories, be it original or fanfic. If Morton suddenly starts talking in third person, that's a hint that he was trying to write something recently and couldn't turn his "writing mode" off.

He reverts to short, choppy sentences when he's upset and can't think straight. This may even lead to him mispronouncing words or using improper grammar. Think "MORTON STRONG! MORTON MORE TONS!!"

He's quick to develop crushes on girls with great physical strength. This is actually pretty common amongst Dragon Koopas, as many of them view those with great power, be it magic or muscle, as very desirable mates. Not even Ludwig can resist such allure at the end of the day~ >;3c

That being said, he's not one to act on said desires as soon as he has them. As much as he likes tough girls, he's actually very shy when talking to one, and forces himself to be very polite out of fear of scaring her off.

His magic wand was turned into a hammer-shaped belt buckle. Yes he will insist that it's a hammer, not a pipe. Hammers are awesome, pipes suck, end of story.

#Koopalings #Morton Koopa Jr #i actually learned a thing about vitiligo while coloring him in #i had no idea there were different types! I just... figured the lighter-skinned areas popped up in random spots all over your body #the more you know am i right? :3 #axewchaoscribbles

[novicesun]

If I see that hamster post one more time I'm gonna lose it

#besides the fact it's long af #that hamster is not living in safe conditions #first of all the hamster ball is unsafe #then the tank he's in is waaaay too small for him #and the owner doesn't even care about him??? #doesn't even think he's worthy of being taken care of?? #explains the damn tank and hamster ball #fucking animal abuse central #and everyone is reblogging cause 'wholesome' #poor hamster man #makes me so mad

[wowtobio]

hi, can i get headcanons for ushijima, tsuki, and kageyama with a s/o who has scratches on their arms from playing with cats or just being clumsy but the boys mistake it as self harm. like they’re so worried at first but then their s/o reassures them that its nothing lol

❧ Ushijima, Tsukishima, and Kageyama react to s/o w/ scratches on their arms ❧

oooh interesting, i hope you enjoy! ❤

also a quick a/n: i am so so sorry i have been inactive this past week, it’s currently ap testing and i am procrastinating from studying, writing this while eating takis hehe. good luck to anyone going thru testing/online school!

genre: fluff | warnings: tw/mentions of self harm, cursing

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Ushijima

He for sure notices the light, red markings on your wrists the moment you expose them. You probably rolled up your sleeves one hot afternoon and he eyes it with his usual deadpan face. The only difference being the curiosity that glazes his hard eyes. 

Ushijima dismisses it at first, not wanting to pry into your personal business, but as more marks appear on your arms that’s when he shows slight concern. SLIGHT. And boy does it catch you off guard. 

“(l/n)-san, are you okay?” 

“How are you feeling today?” 

Questions like those pop out of nowhere, during school and practice and you always flush red from his inquiries. So out of character, but you find it almost endearing, answering his questions with confusion in your tone.

He just nods and leaves you alone, more questions flurrying your mind.

While walking to the dorms, your sleeves rolled up once again due to the heat radiating from the beautiful sunset, Ushijima raises an eyebrow. Your so confident in showing off your scars, an odd trait Ushijima concludes to himself. There has to be something up he thinks to himself.

“(l/n)-san. What are those on your arms?” You jump from his voice suddenly breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you and confusion casts over your being once again. Glancing at your arms, it all clicks into place. 

“Ohhhhh!” You exclaim, further confusing the broad ace. 

It all made sense now, the weird behavior and questions Ushijima would ask at least once a day for the past few weeks. You giggle quietly to yourself before confirming 

“Ushi, these scratches are from my family cat! He isn’t the most loving, but I absolutely adore him, soo when I cuddle with him he is quick to scratch and run, but that doesn’t stop me of course!” You beam brightly towards him. 

His straight face curls slightly into a small smile, he just can’t help but admire your smiling, adorable face. 

You embrace him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Ushijima stiffens slightly, before relaxing into your warmth. His hand resting on your hips as he places his chin on top your head, smiling out of relief and happiness. 

Tsukishima

Like Ushijima, Tsukishima does notice it at first as well. But he just brushes it off not giving a care. I can see him having the mindset of, it’s not my business to butt in whatever she’s going through.

The marks become more apparent to him, and for whatever reason he just finds himself staring at them often, feeling irritation deep down for whatever reason. 

It upsets him, but not in the way you would expect. He even goes as far as to assume that you just really wanted attention. 

And it would continue to bother him for awhileeee. If you two are in a relationship he would continue to be bothered by it but never mentioning it to you, because you just seemed so happy and fine and never even once talk about the marks adorning your skin. 

Cuddling on the couch, you’re in between his legs, back flush against his chest as he wraps his arms around your body. You were wearing just a tank top and some shorts, the red lines present as ever. 

Tsukishima can’t focus on the movie on the tv, just staring down at your arms. He decides to experiment. He runs his fingers along your marks, tracing them a bit and applying slight pressure to them. 

All you do is sigh with content and nuzzle deeper into his chest, eyes glued on the screen unbothered by his actions. As cute as he would never admit to you but to himself, Tsukishima’s eyebrows furrows. And he finally gives him. 

“Oi (y/n). What are these?” He raises your wrist slightly and you look up to him, your obvious confusion makes him scowl. 

Realizing what he meant you chuckle. “These are just from my bitch of a cat Kei, nothing less.” And Tsukishima just deadpans you. You continue

“Mhmm. He kinda reminds me of you hehe, never returning my everlasting love for him!” Dramatically gasping, he feels his vein pop and flicks your forehead grumbling. 

“Ouuuch Kei! What? Were you worried about little ol’ me?” You snicker as he continues to grumble before you catch him off guard, kissing him deeply while sitting in his lap, facing him.

From then on, Tsuki would just tease you every now and then about the cat scratches on your arm, along with your height asshole.

Kageyama

Stares, he stares so much. Like waaaay more than the two above. And you know how intense his stares are. 

Like remember that one scene where he was mumbling a bunch of questions while staring intensely at Kenma? Yeah it’s like that. And you are both scared shitless and confused.

Despite his obvious stares and many questions he asks to mostly himself, he would NEVER have the guts to ask you about them out of concern. 

He just doesn’t know how to ask, and he’s even a little bit scared to talk about those topics with you. He worries the most out of it though, jumping to conclusions, he wants to be there for you but poor baby is just too awkward and scared to say a word. 

Until one day you finally caught him red-handed staring at your arms. It was a hot day after practice, so you were wearing just a t-shirt and it wasn’t more obvious where his eyes were at. It all makes sense now.

“Kageyama, are you staring at my arms??” He jumps, flushing red and just becomes a stuttering MESS.

“I-I uh, no! I m-mean yes, b-but not like t-that BOKE!” 

You rest your hands on his shoulders trying to reassure and calm down the setter, his words keep failing to come out in full coherent sentences and you finally shut him up by practically yelling about how it was just cat scratches. 

He freezes, an unreadable expression upon his face and he would probably just escape from your grasp and speed walk ahead.  You holler after him, trying to pick up your pace to match his. The boy got some long legs so good luck. 

Eventually you clutch on the back of his shirt, teasing him about how cute he is all worried about you. Wishing you could see his flustered face, the tips of his ears being a dead giveaway.

“S-shut up..” 

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a/n: and also THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS!! i am so so shocked and happy, thank you for the support! i will continue to improve and write more for all of you. I love you all and I hope you all are happy and healthy :)

#ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #kageyama #kageyama tobio #haikyuu fluff #anime #hq

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #288

“i never believed the devil was real, but god couldn’t make someone filthy as you”

When was the last time you drove or travelled for over an hour? Where did you go? Around a month back, I rode with Mom and my sister to my mom’s doc appointment. When you get old, are you going to let your hair go gray or dye it instead? Haha, I don’t see my desire to dye my hair wild colors ever fading. What genre was the last book you read? Was it any good? Fantasy. It was very good. Did you ever wear braces on your teeth? Yes. What’s your favorite condiment to have with sausages or hot dogs (or the vegetarian equivalent)? I just have ketchup and mustard. Which fictional character can you relate to the most? Is this a character from film, TV or a book? I dunno, there’s just so many to dig through. I’ve never felt a *strong* connection to any. Do you groom your eyebrows? If so, how? Not really anymore. Do you own any photo albums? Are they dedicated to special occasions or just a random selection of photos? We have old ones stored in a cabinet somewhere. I haven’t looked at them in a long time, but I think they’re loosely bound by time periods. What’s your favorite meal of the day - breakfast, lunch, or dinner? Breakfast, for sure. Who was the last person you texted? How do you know that person? Sara. She’s my best friend. What was the reason behind the last time you shouted or raised your voice? It wasn’t severe at all, but I raised my voice to tell Roman to stop clawing at the carpet. Are you a citizen of more than one country? Would you ever use that advantage to move abroad? No. Have you ever read any of John Green’s books? If so, which one is your favorite? I barely started The Fault in Our Stars, and that’s it. I’m quite sure I would if I actually read them, though. Are you a protective person? UM ONLY JUST SLIGHTLY. Have you ever experienced an earthquake? No. There’s been very, very mild ones here, and the one “big” one (which, mind you, was only big enough to make the pool water barely tremble) that’s happened in my lifetime I wasn’t even home for; I was hours away at the zoo. According to Facebook outrage much more recently, my area experienced a teeny-tiny one, but I sure didn’t feel it. Are you a fan of penguins? Omg yes, such darlings. So intelligent, too. I particularly love emperor penguins. Has anyone ever sang to you? Yes. Are you a good painter? I’ve been told so. Before buying a car, do you usually test drive it? I’ve never been in this position. When was the last time you met someone for the first time? Ummm I dunno. Maybe Nicole’s ex? Have you ever cooked with crab or lobster? Could you ever bring yourself to kill a live lobster/crab? No and no. I hate the taste of both. Squishy and just… ew. Which fast food restaurant do you go to the most? What do you tend to order when you go there? Being the cheapest, probably McDonald’s? I usually get a double cheeseburger and small or medium fry. Does it bother you when dogs jump up at you? Does it bother you less if it’s a smaller dog? Nah. I mean their claws can hurt, but it’s all worth a dog’s love, haha. What kind of animal did you touch last? Was this animal one of your pets? I pet my cat Roman last. How would you describe your sense of humor? Have you ever offended someone when you were only joking? Seeing as I don’t even find myself funny, idk how to answer that. I don’t believe I’ve ever offended anyone with a joke. When was the last time you cried - what caused it? It was literally last night when I was really deeply thinking about stuff I’ve been running from. What’s your favorite flavor of potato chip? You can’t beat the original ruffled kind, imo. Do you prefer fruit or vegetable juice? What kind of flavors do you like? I love fruit juice, but you’ll never see me even try vegetable juice. I enjoy lots of fruit ones: mango (my favorite), pineapple, strawberry, watermelon, orange, apple… Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? How did you meet this person? If you mean via a call and not texting, that would be my psychiatrist. I met him during my partial hospitalization. He helped save my life. Who was your first celebrity crush? Which celebrity do you like now? Jesse McCartney /swoons. Now I’m a l l about Mark Fischbach like jesus fucking Christ lord- Do you usually sleep with your closet door open or closed? It’s closed. What’s your favorite love movie? The Notebook. Afraid of heights? Kinda, yeah. Do you take a vitamin daily? Not daily, no, but I have to take Vitamin D once a week. Wal-Mart, Target, or K-Mart? Wal-Mart. Is K-Mart even still around? Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos; I don’t really like the latter. Are you patient? N O P E, not unless it’s really called for. Which are better black or green olives? I hate olives. Black aren’t as awful, though. Who was your high school crush? Ha, Jason surpassed “crush” by a lighyear. Have you ever had your computer or e-mail hacked? Did anything bad happen as a result? No to both, but I’ve had my Facebook hacked. Nothing too bad happened. Do you prefer the company of people or animals? Animals, for sure. I need human company sometimes too, though. When was the last time you went to the beach? What did you do there? A few years ago when Colleen and I were still friends. The water felt fucking incredible, so I swam a lot, and then I just chilled with her, her husband, and their then-infant son under the umbrella. I still got insane sun poisoning, though. What kind of milk do you prefer to drink (if you drink it at all)? 1-2%. Skim is gross and whole is too thick. When was the last time you wore some kind of fancy dress? That witchy photoshoot I mentioned in I think the last survey. Do you enjoy dressing up (ie. in suits or smart clothing)? When was the last time you did so? Ugh, no. Too much effort and usually not very comfortable. See above answer for the second part. What’s worse - being overdressed or underdressed? I think the latter would embarrass me more. What do you think would be the worst thing about being stuck in solitary confinement? Being alone with only your head for “sound.” And if you’re in solitary, odds are your head isn’t in a good place, so it just makes it worse. How old were you when you learned to tie your shoelaces? Idk, but I know I learned it the “wrong” way first from Dad. It always annoyed Mom because they weren’t tight enough, apparently. Do you enjoy decorating for the holidays? For the most part, honestly not really. I love SEEING places decorated, but hate doing it myself. So much effort for sometimes not even a month’s worth of enjoyment. Would you rather go into a restaurant or just go via the drive-thru? I prefer the drive-thru. Do you like having your teeth cleaned at the dentist? Yeah, even if there may be a bit of pain here and there. It feels nice afterwards. Have you ever had a gun drawn on you before? YIKES, NO. When was the last time you went to a petting zoo? I probably haven’t since I was a baby. How old were you when you first started using Tumblr? Have you had the same blog all that time? Idr, but I know I was waaaay late to the party. I’ve had the same since the start, though. Are you a fan of Reddit? What are some of your favorite subreddits? I’ve never used it. Have you ever watched those YouTube videos of people popping their own spots or zits? Do you find them gross or fascinating? EW EW EW EW NO. They gross me the FUCK out. What’s a food you hated as a kid but love now? How about vice versa? Hmmm… I only know vice-versa, really. I loved peas as a baby, but now it’s a “fuck no” from me, man. Do you prefer socks, shoes or going bare foot? Bare feet, at least where it makes sense. Are you currently in the second story of a building? No; my house doesn't have a second floor. Who was the last music artist you listened to a song by? Ozzy. Have you ever written or drew something on a dollar bill? No. What was your favorite childhood game to play with your friends? We played lots of things, but I guess "Categories" in the pool probably wins. Basically the person on one end of the pool had to guess somebody on the other side's favorite in a certain topic, and if they guessed it right, you raced the other person to the opposite side. Whoever got there fastest was the next guesser. Where did you get your favorite pet from? My favorite pet of all time, my old dog Teddy, we got as a puppy from a friend of a friend. Her cocker spaniel had a massive litter and adopted the babies out. Have you ever called animal control on anyone? Not me personally, no. I think my mom did when our childhood neighbor's two rottweilers got loose and killed at least one of our kittens of the time; she was livid because it wasn't the first time they got out and attacked our cats, and of course us kids were absolutely devastated. I think they got off with a warning. Do you prefer wearing hoodies to coats? Yeah, especially slightly oversized. Is there anything written on the shirt you are wearing? No, it's just a black tank top. Have you ever been to another continent? No. Do you ever go out of your way to avoid someone? Not really. What was your last voicemail about? I don't even have a voicemail set up, so. Are you currently wearing a belt?I haven't worn belts since high school. How much was gas the last time you looked? I think $1.99. Is there someone who would support you no matter what? My mom, probably. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?I REALLY don't want to think about this one. Do you still get carded when you try and buy things you’re old enough to? I very rarely order one, but I don't really get carded for drinks at restaurants anymore. Do you know anyone fluent in a really uncommon language? Not that I know of. Do you kiss on the first date? This would depend on a lot of things. Odds are though, no. When was the last time you slept on something other than a bed? I've got no clue. How do you feel about the last person you shared a kiss with? I love her. Describe your current mood: Hopeless. Confused. Aimless. Exasperated. Just depressed. Do you think we were put on this earth for a reason? I mean, somewhat, but also not really. I don't believe life exists by chance, so whoever/whatever made that decision obviously had some reason - but not for each person in particular, I believe. I highly doubt something/someone thought out extravagant stories for every single thing that lives. I believe we give ourselves a reason. What is something you have done this year you’re proud of? Absolutely nothing, off the top of my head. What were you doing 10 years ago? I woulda been 14, almost 15... so starting high school. I was in school with actual goals and confidence I'd do great in life, despite my depression being in full swing. Did you ever have a MySpace? Yup... Still remember Natasha Bedingfield's "Pocketful of Sunshine" was the song on my meerkat-slathered page too, haha. Do you think breaks are toxic in a relationship? I don't believe in breaks, period. You don't turn love on and off. Do you have a YouTube channel? If no, would you create one? If yes, what’s your content? Yeah, but it's not one that seriously produces content. Its primary purpose is just to like, favorite, and rarely comment on stuff while having recommendations catered to my interests. I used to make GMV/AMV-type things and mostly Meerkat Manor tributes, as well as various MEP parts because BOY could I only accomplish very short videos. I no longer have "professional" video editing software (I'd always pirated it before, anyway...) nor the necessary motivation and patience to make them anymore. Are you a math person? Heeeeeeeell no. Have you been ghosted before? Would you ghost someone? No to both. When do you think things will be normal again? Who the fuck knows. It'll probably be a couple years, at least. Do you watch anime? If I'm watching television, yeah, I like some animes. Do you like TikTok? Never used it. Do you ever miss Vine? YO Vine was fuckin FUNNY If you're in school, are you doing it on Zoom or in class? I'm not in school, so. But if I was and in-person classes were expected, guess who the fuck isn't going with how serious I am about social distancing. Lives come before education. Would you ever have a pet rat? I've had a handful, but I don't think I will again. Their cages require so much cleaning, and they need more socialization than I'm able to provide. I fucking adore them, though. Favorite memory with your best friend? It's weird, we've "seen" each other for only like, a month's collective time, and I'm not sure of my answer because there's so many. Have you ever dated someone more than twice your age? No. Have you ever “dined and dashed”? No, I never could. Have you ever been cut off by a bartender because you were too drunk? No. Have you ever borrowed money from your mom & lied about why you needed it? I don't think so. Have you ever dated someone just because they had money? Fuck no. Have you ever lied to your spouse about the money you spent shopping? N/A, but I wouldn't. Have you ever flirted with a cop to get out of a ticket? No. Have you ever lied during a job interview? Me? Social? People person? Well duh, of course I am. Have you ever switched tags on an item to pay less for it? No, that's awful. Have you taken any pics of yourself that you wouldn't want your parents to see? Actually no. Did you ever get fired and tell someone you were laid off? No. Have you ever turned in a school paper that someone else wrote for you? Absolutely not. I liked writing papers anyway and am very serious about creative honesty. Do you feel accepted by your BF/GF’s family? N/A If you were an employer, would you hire someone with your exact work ethic? Well, what's the job? Have you ever trashed your ex’s car after an argument? No. The only thing I ever did to his car was decorate it for his birthday lmao. Have you ever done something because of peer pressure you are ashamed of? I don't think so, no. Have you ever been embarrassed to introduce your parents to anyone? No. Would you leave a note on a car claiming responsibility if you damaged it? Yes. The guilt otherwise would be unbearable. Have you ever used someone's handicapped parking pass to get a parking spot? Ew, no. Have you ever held back a well-deserved compliment because you were jealous? I wouldn't put me past it lately. For yourself, would you rather have a perfect body or high IQ? I hate my body so fuckin much that I'll take the first, please. Have you ever used a false ID? Nope. Are you embarrassed to tell people your job? I'm embarrassed to admit I don't HAVE a job. If you ran over an animal would you keep driving? Oh my god no, I'd have to stop to break the fuck down. Ever lie about you (or your kids') age to get a discount? Ha, I'm sure my parents would sometimes at restaurants when I was young. Do you really care about saving the planet for future generations? A LOT. Have you gotten close to anyone recently? Not really. Do you remember the first conversation you had with the person you have feelings for? No, but I can assure you it probably wasn't nice lmao. Have you ever gotten a D or F on your report card? Not until college. If you had twins, would you give them rhyming names? No. What are you listening to? "Radio" by Rammstein is on atm. Have you ever fallen into a mud puddle? Maybe as a kid. But that might'a been on purpose, lol. Are you scared of spiders? To a degree. Like, I want a few tarantulas but will scream and jump five feet the moment I see a huge spider beside me unexpectantly. I think they are very, very fascinating and important, but I also prefer to give them distance. Unless I have a camera in hand, haha. Do you think that crying is a form of weakness? Absolutely not. Have you ever slept on a couch with someone? Yeah. Last person to call you? Some number from Mississippi??????????? Ever feel like you have been replaced? Oh yes.

#survey #surveys #quiz #questions #lyrics: ''slutgarden'' by marilyn manson

[purge-that-urge-rhackathon]

At Least Once

A fic absolutely no one asked for and I’m very confused as to when/why I started it too xD Rhys/Jack/Axton action awww yisss! Rhackxton? That’s how i’m calling it anyways!

Also on my ao3 here. My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

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Jack was getting the next round of drinks from the bar as bright strobes of light and booming base filled the darkness of the nightclub.

He was waiting for two of those little purple cocktails Rhys liked, watching as the younger man stayed on the floor and danced among the crowd, having fun. The shorts that hugged his tight little ass were on the right side of indecent, and the v-neck tank showed off the younger man’s various tattoos as he moved and gyrated with music.

God, even if Rhys were ugly as butt, Jack would be clambering to take him out just for those legs alone. Rhys had to have the best damn legs Jack had ever seen. He was tall and lithe but with strong calves and thighs-- Jack knew from personal experience. The younger man was gorgeous-- could have had his pick of anyone in any of the nightclubs he let Jack take him out to- but his eyes always came back to Jack.

Rhys was watching him now while he still had fun dancing-- making sure Jack was watching him back- moving his body among the throng of others to the booming beat. His fingers were leaving twirls in air that the fog machine had turned misty, and the bass of the music with the dark of the club made the whole picture almost otherworldly. Lights danced quickly over the crowd, sometimes illuminating Jack even better over at the bar, and Rhys was turning it up a notch, eyes suggestive as they watched one another.

It made Jack hunger for the younger man, wanting to rake his hands over him and feel him move against his own body. He’d be doing it right now if Rhys didn’t want the second drink; sticking that plush lower lip out and dipping a finger into Jack’s t-shirt collar as he begged for another. Jack was pretty sure he’d done it on purpose just to torture him a little; sent him for more alcohol just to give him a good show on top of things.

The blue-haired bartender finally came over with the drinks, shouting out the total over the bass. Jack paid and turned back around to catch another glimpse of the younger man’s eyes, only to frown as a much broader, muscled blond in a black tank top was blocking his view. The man was clearly trying to pick up on Rhys from the body-language alone-- though Rhys didn’t allow him to get too close- and Jack was quickly entertaining the idea of abandoning their drinks to go and tell that guy that Rhys was his date, and to back off.

But then he caught Rhys’ eyes as he was about to do just that, and the younger man smiled back at him with a wicked little gleam that kept him where he stood.

That gave Jack pause, but not nearly as much as it did when Rhys’ arms came down intimately about the muscular-stranger, a hand at his back and the base of his neck as they were dancing the way Rhys liked to get close to Jack. It made something involuntarily-interested run deliciously down Jack’s spine, knowing just how those touches felt, and the pressure and warmth of Rhys’ body on his own.

When the subject of ‘them’ came up, Rhys had told Jack he didn’t want to settle down with anyone yet; that there were things he wanted to try, stuff that wasn’t exactly commitment. While Jack didn’t necessarily like the idea that Rhys didn’t belong to him, he begrudgingly accepted it, and only stepped-up his attempt to date the shit out of the younger man.

He could work with Rhys’ wandering interests at least. Especially since Rhys might’ve been teasingly wrapped around the stranger, but his lust-dilated-eyes were locked on Jack.

The stranger had arms around Rhys as well, hands seeming to roam, though nothing obscene or relatively inappropriate had happened just yet. Rhys was smiling at the stranger in reaction to something, leaning close as the blond said something in his ear, and Jack felt his gut give a funny little lurch watching lips close to Rhys’ ear. His brain wasn’t sure if he liked that or not, but his body was liking this more than he thought he should.

Rhys was clearly giving the other man his name as they danced very close indeed, then he moved to the music and took quick, shameless feels of the blond’s short hair and biceps. Then Rhys’ eyes snapped back to Jack’s again with something new in them; something that was a question, a challenge, and a wish all at once.

Jack was already moving in the throng of people towards Rhys before he was even aware of it, drinks forgotten without care to the sticky bartop in pursuit of other indulgences.

“I told you I was spoken for,” Rhys was able to say over the music, a hand contrarily holding Axton— boy that name was hotter than it had any right to be on that man- at the base of the neck as his other relocated to the man’s waist. His eyes were over Axton’s shoulder pointedly, making the other man smirk. Axton didn’t drop his own hold on Rhys.

“That handsome guy that was glaring at me before?” Axton said with a look over his shoulder, his words naturally dissolving into the beat as he watched Jack weave through the crowd.

“Yeah. What do you think?” Rhys’ question was dripping with proposal as his eyes left Axton again, focused over the man’s shoulders as Jack locked eyes with him. Rhys grinned this time and moved both his hands over Axton’s body until he was squeezing his ass to make everything clear. It made Axton gasp and then chuckle, and Jack paused a moment at that.

Axton’s laugh-- and the hand splayed at Rhys’ back pulling him closer without concern- sent a thrill through Rhys. The husky quality of his reply was heard even over the music’s thrum, desire wrapping thick around Rhys like heedy smoke wisps. “I think one man shouldn’t be so lucky, darlin’.”

Rhys laughed again, moving easily and with grace to switch their positions and keep control over what might be a very interesting situation indeed, moving the blond with encouraging touches until Rhys was relocated like a buffer between him and Jack. Rhys was fairly certain Jack understood his intention by the time he’d made it over, but Rhys kept his back to the blond stranger still holding him just in case, and smirked wickedly at Jack.

“Who’s this, kitten?” Jack didn’t bother making his voice loud enough for the man at Rhys’ back, aware of how his touches on Rhys were still less than innocent, but not inappropriate even as Rhys quickly pulled Jack against his front. Being brought into close proximity even as the other man was at Rhys’ back sent an odd surge of anticipation through Jack as he looked at Rhys. Interest bordering on want thrummed through him. They were all in slight contact with one another, and it was awakening things in the older man- things that were very open-minded and very interested in what his little not-boyfriend was planning.

“This is Axton,” Rhys gave the blond’s name playfully, biting his lip a moment before locking eyes with Jack in unspoken question. He could feel the low bass inside his chest, lights painting Jack’s handsome scarred-face in various colors and shadow as they moved. The air’s fog-like quality lent an almost magical atmosphere to an already-exciting night, and now-- between two handsome men who both had hands on his body- Rhys felt like anything was possible.

Whatever Jack saw in his eyes as they looked at one another for only a moment must’ve communicated far more than Rhys could’ve hoped for, because Jack’s focus moved over the younger man’s shoulder and fixed on the blond instead. He was well-built, attractive face with a small scar bisecting an eyebrow, and another at his chin that Jack wouldn’t mind finding out the taste of with some closer inspection. That crooked smile was charming as hell, and there was a sparkle in his eye that was all-interest.

If this was something Rhys wanted, well hell, Jack could work with that.

“I’m Jack.”

“Axton,” the blond traded with a crooked grin, eyes very keen and quick over Jack’s face before settling rather blatantly on Jack’s lips. Axton’s eyes darted back to Jack’s own and raised a brow, and the little lurch in Jack’s stomach was back, but much lower, and definitely pleasant.

Jack’s attention was brought back to Rhys by the younger man grabbing Jack’s chin insistently-- apparently with the same idea- kissing him a bit rougher than Jack had come to expect, but boy did it jolt him right down to his cock.

One of Rhys’ hands left Jack to reach just over behind himself and palm at the back of Axton’s neck. Rhys looked behind himself and met the other man’s eyes. He slid his hand until he could gently apply pressure to turn Axton’s attention where he wanted it.

Then he kissed him.

Jack was glad the beat of the bass swallowed up the sound he knew he’d made at seeing that. Rhys bit the blond’s lower lip, capturing it between his teeth, and the man’s eyes darted to Jack’s a moment-- checking, Jack realized with some sort of possessive pride- before Axton took Rhys’ chin in his hand to kiss him properly back.

It was… waaaay hotter than it had any right to be. The way the colored lights danced over the fogged air, painting Rhys and the good-looking blond making him purr in his chest, the three of them kept close due to the crowd dancing around them.

Jack didn’t know he’d necessarily like to watch some hot stranger kiss his almost-kinda-maybe-boyfriend, but then, it was Rhys after all. Why wouldn’t he enjoy watching the younger man kiss? He personally knew how fun it was to kiss Rhys, or enjoy the way the younger man liked to nip at him. Getting to kind of show off what he had in the younger man was a delicious new thrill of pride. As Axton finally let up kissing Rhys, Jack gave him a dirty look while Rhys looked back. “Damn.”

Rhys turned his attention fully back on Jack with a smirk, even as Axton was pressing the younger man firmly between them on the dancefloor. Rhys took an eager fistful of the back of Jack’s t-shirt as the older man leaned over his shoulder, intent clear as Axton was also pressing closer on that side of him to meet Jack’s face.

Jack didn’t hesitate in bringing his mouth against the blond’s, immediately noting the slight grate of stubble where Axton needed a shave, and enjoying the feel against his skin for its novelty. Not that Jack didn’t like how smooth Rhys liked to keep his own face, but there was something Jack had missed about a little gruffness to a kiss. It was exciting as it was different, and Jack was glad to be a party to this thing Rhys clearly wanted.

“You wanna get out of here?” Axton proposed against his lips with a charmingly-crooked smile, close enough for Jack to perfectly hear the sound Rhys made at that question over the bass of the music.

Jack smirked. Rhys was half-hard against his front, fingers kneading the older man’s back beseechingly through his t-shirt. Matters were clearly already decided.

“We have a hotel nearby.”

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They stayed a bit longer before actually leaving-- touching and doing what amounted to dry humping on the dance floor- but thankfully it was still so crowded and dark that no one paid the three much mind.

Rhys was fully hard in his pants, letting out little helpless moans of pleasure whenever he felt Jack’s own clothed cock grind against his from the front, or the considerable feel of Axton’s clothed length against his ass. It was fun, denying himself in knowing more was coming, and he was still more than a little floored that Jack was willing to be a team player, so to speak.

It wasn’t like Rhys did this often even before he knew Jack. Hell, he and Jack had been pretty open about their sexual histories after their first few dates. Jack had had way more experience with threeways than Rhys, even if he swore he was only looking for one person right now, and not really anything in between. It didn’t make Rhys feel awkward so much as it made him want.

They weren’t exactly exclusive, but Rhys liked Jack. He admired the lurid stories the older man had; stories about the excesses of his youth that both broke and remade him. Jack had mostly gotten his wildness out of his system before Rhys was even born by his account, but the fact that the older man was willing to indulge in this-- what would hopefully be a threeway with the random stranger- only made Rhys want Jack more. Rhys wouldn’t even have encouraged Axton’s advances if he didn’t trust Jack. That the older man was apparently more than willing was the biggest aphrodisiac on the planet, and by granting this experience between them, Jack probably wasn’t even aware he was bringing Rhys closer.

They had a quick round of shots before stumbling back to their hotel and moving as stealthily as three grown men tenting their pants possibly could have. There was groping outside the door to the luxury room, and a king-sized bed inside that would easily fit the three of them.

Rhys wasn’t at all ashamed with how quickly he was undressing once they’d crossed the threshold, Jack and Axton both kind of watching him with keen interest and excitement both, the three pleasantly-buzzed. Jack’s gaze swept over him-- possessive, lascivious, proud- and then met the younger man’s eyes with a wicked sort of glint that got Rhys’ blood thrumming that much more in excited anticipation.

“We’re, uh, we’re doing this, right?” Rhys asked awkwardly as he was quickly sitting on the edge of the bed in his shorts only and pulling off a sock, looking between them with tipsy interest and blushing-cheeks for how both looked right back.

“Fuck, baby,” Jack just laughed, his cock threatening to leave a wet spot in the front of his pants as both him and the well-muscled blond stood there like hard, idiot-statues.

“Yeah, hell yeah,” Axton agreed, pulling off his shirt and deciding to slowly drape himself on Jack. Jack didn’t shunt him away and Rhys’ attention was focused as the other man gruffly stage-whispered in Jack’s ear. “I’m down for anything. Giving, taking, watching--” his eyes darted to Rhys and the other man made a noise of want that got a light, amused snort from Jack, “I’m just glad to be invited to the party.”

Jack genuinely chuckled at that-- now here was something he missed from younger days. Rhys was so eager he couldn’t keep his seat where he was, jumping up to crowd the older man with pleasure at his front, and touching Jack impatiently as the older man opened himself to the greedy kiss Rhys pressed on him.

Axton’s hands found their way around Jack’s waist to ruck up under his t-shirt, lips at Jack’s neck. The older man was still fully dressed, but between the three of them they quickly fixed all that thoroughly.

The sex was beyond good. Made Jack wistful and nostalgic about his youth. Rhys got to live several fantasies between the two men that night, and Axton was very flexible indeed in terms of wants and limberness. They’d all be feeling things tomorrow for sure.

Axton didn’t leave until morning, putting his number into Jack’s phone just in case, and leaving the two with a cocky little wink.

Check-out wasn’t until much later. They had the quiet privacy of the room to themselves for several hours more, lounging half-asleep until rousing enough to press soft kisses to one another.

Rhys curled up against Jack, snuggling close with a look like the cat that got the cream. Considering how filthy the night before had been-- right out of his dirtiest wet-dreams- that sounded about right.

Rhys sighed contentedly, and rubbed his face into Jack’s neck. “That was… That was the best, Jack.”

“Heh, figured you’d like that, Rhysie.” Rhys snickered and smiled into the kiss Jack pressed to his cheek. He held the younger man close. “Greedy little shit. As if I don’t regularly pound you into next Tuesday. Don’t think you’re always getting two now,” Jack gently warned, knowing he’d share his not-boyfriend again if it meant still getting Rhys into his bed.

Rhys snorted. “No, I don’t need-- I’m good with just you, Jack.” He pressed a kiss to the older man’s cheek. “I just wanted to try that once. Don’t think you can’t keep his number, though,” Rhys genuinely offered with a smirk.

Jack raised a skeptical brow. “Just once, huh?”

“You’re more than enough for me,” Rhys purred, enjoying the feeling of Jack’s big hand on his thigh. “I’ve always wanted to try that, but I never… Well, I felt safe since you were there, and I was able to actually have fun and try it. Thanks.”

“Rhysie…”

“And that was fun let me tell you,” the younger man added. “But I think I’m good for a long while, Jack. That was really-- I liked that, though,” Rhys said with a kiss to Jack’s jaw. “Because you were with me.”

“One strike and you’re out, huh?” Jack teased, though it pleased him. “So my cupcake is vanilla-favored. One threeway and you’re done.”

“If you had a twin or something, it would be different,” Rhys teased back as he ran his palms mischievously over Jack’s side and chest. “But I’m perfectly happy to keep this a party of two indefinitely, Jack.”

Jack captured Rhys’ hands from their exploration of his chest, stilling them with his own. “...Really?”

Rhys gave him a sly little smile. “Yeah.”

“...you sayin’ you wanna go steady, pumpkin?”

Rhys snorted. “‘Go steady’, Jack?”

Jack ignored him, too busy pulling Rhys into a full-body hug and pressing kisses to the younger man’s throat while Rhys luxuriated in the attention, pressed into the mattress. “You know exactly what I mean. Tell me you’re mine, baby.”

Rhys gasped in pleasure as Jack mouthed at his jaw. “...you know I’m all yours, Jack…” Rhys purred, only too pleased to do so, and opened his mouth to the kiss Jack was giving, moaning anew and grasping him close. “All-- only yours,” Rhys sighed as he let Jack hold him close.

They called the front desk and got a later checkout, lingering in the sheets right until they needed to leave. Jack changed his name to ‘boyfriend with a huge dick’ in Rhys’ phone, the younger man snorting and amending it to ‘boyfriend’ with little hearts around it.

Jack rolled his eyes, but gave Rhys’ hand a squeeze anyways before kissing the back of his palm with a smirk. Rhys just grinned and cuddled closer.

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kofi | ao3

#rhack #rhaxton #rhackxton #borderlands fanfic #handsome jack #rhys the company man #axton the commando #fanfic #my fic #wow i've never written this pairing before and honestly i dont remember why but im down with it as jack is LOLOL XD #this has been sitting on my computer at least a year before i couldnt get in the mood to write smut :/ so it glosses over a litttle BUT #still plenty enough i think ahahhaa xD anyways enjoy while i work on other stuff back here! :D #rhys #rhackton

[hungnitan]

-monster parade- FLUFFY GRAND EXTERMINATION OPERATIONS

I can’t promise to update everyweek (or everyday) with my limited internet connection I have but I make sure to finish what I started~

Like always english never become my first language so just bear it with me~

Chapter 4 : Plan

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Yuki : Small fluffy ? Riku : The one who attached on Iori's equipment ? Iori : That one is Yamato’s doing...! Sougo : Tamaki and Ryuu see them ? Tamaki : The one who saw it just Mitsuki Ryuu : But, it's hair doesn't look like usual animal we see on town Nagi : Tenn still research on that Yamato : If there's more info, we will contact you Mitsuki : Sorry, for troubling you with other things beside ghost Gaku : No problem Momo : Okay-. I finished checking all machine ! You brought ghost lens contact, ghost team ? Yuki : Yes. Eyedrops too Nagi : Be careful not to filling ghost tank's gauge too much Gaku : I get it Ghost team : We're going out All : Take care Tenn : Be careful

Female ghost : Ah, he's so handsome...! Kya-! Please go out with me and just forgot a real life ! Gaku : We're right in time ! Riku : Gaku surrounded by ghost has been confirmed ! Yuki : Yosh. Just as planned. Sougo, you ready ? Sougo : Leave this to me

Gashan ! (equipment sounds)

Sougo : Just die, you ghost ! With my machine, I will send you all back to your planet...!

gogogogo-... (equipment sounds)

Female ghost : Kya-! kya-! I got sucked in-! Sougo : Sorry ! You have bad luck for meeting me ! Graaaah !! Finished already !? Entertain me more ! Female ghost : Kya-! Yuki : You're okay, Gaku ? Gaku : Ouch... I'm fine with decoy strategy, but she hugging me tightly ! Even so, it never cease to impress me, Sougo's personality always change everytime he holding a weapon... Riku : He's so cool ! Yuki : Next Riku, take care of that small ghost Riku : Okay ! Riku : Everyone-! Hello~ ! Kid ghost : Uwaa- it's onii-san~ ! Riku : I can show you all direction back to home ! Kids ghost : Waaaai- ! He looks like nice guy~! I... got separated from my mother... Riku : Is that so ? It's fine. I'm sure you can find her ! Here's the entrance-! Go in order ! Kids ghost : Waa-i ! Gaku : Ghosts willingly to get capture when Riku doing it Yuki : Sounds so easy. Yosh, I look around park Gaku : Okay. Then, I’ll doing from west leopard street Yuki : Please

Old days yankee ghost : Don't joke around ! You really doing this ! Gaku : Just be quiet...!

gogogogo-... (equipment sounds)

Old days yankee ghost : Release me ! You ! Gaku : huff... Seems it's just them... Brown monster : ... Gaku : ...!? There's something... where's it... !? Gorilla ghost : uho ! uho uho ! Gaku : ...ugh ! Sougo : Stop there Gorilla ghost : uho !? Sougo : Do you really think you can escape from me !? Gorilla ghost : uho ! uho uho...! Gaku : Sougo...! Be careful Sougo : Ops...! You're pretty good Gorilla ghost : u, uho...

Gashan ! (equipment sounds)

Sougo : Don't be scared. You want to play, right. Come here, ghost !

gogogo-... (equipment sounds)

Gorilla ghost : uhohohoho...! Sougo : I send you back to home Gaku : ... Sougo looks so fun... I should leave this place to him, and meet Yuki and Riku...

pipipi ! (notification sounds)

Gaku : Eh..., since when my ghost tank full !? It's still not hours I started...

pipipi ! (notification sounds)

Sougo : Come here, ghost ! Gaku : It's bad ! Sougo's tank too already overload ! Sougo ! Stop, stop...!

Yuki : Hm, wait Riku : Yuki skipped out again- Yuki : You misunderstanding, Riku. My tank show that I can only catch around 2 or 3 animal more... Riku : Ah, mine too. It’s weird, let's report this to invention team Yuki : Well then, we’re standby Riku : I like standby Yuki : Me too Riku : Want play "Seven coloured ghost leg" ? * Yuki : What's that, is that popular with young kid nowdays ?

Prrr...(incoming call)

Riku : Ah, incoming call ! Yuki : Hello, Yamato ? Yamato voice : We looked at data from support signal, nothing unusual, we always check and keep our inspection done. Maybe ghost team used it too rough-? Just please take care of our cute kids. Yuki : We use it gently. Next time, raise this machine into macho men Anyway, we're going back after meet up with Sougo and Gaku Yamato voice : I get it. I start the preparations. This is the first time all tanks are full so onii-san kinda exciting Tenn voice : Be careful not to get attacked by ghost on way back here Riku : Thank you, Tenn ! Yuki : We have 2 attractive person here and can't use weapon but, we will do our best

pi- (call ended)

Gaku : Yuki ! Riku ! You're fine !? Riku : Gaku and Sougo ! Here here !...eh Riku : There's many female ghost coming here ! Female ghost : Wait-! You handsome man ! Yuki : We can't comeback with running...

Youtube Video : https://youtu.be/zd_1LpVKVYU

#idolish7 #revale #trigger #riku nanase #sougo osaka #gaku yaotome #yuki #iori izumi #nikaido yamato #izumi mitsuki #nagi rokuya #tenn kujou

[another-jjba-headcannon-blog]

would it be alright to request hcs of Josuke, Jotaro (part 3), and Okuyasu having their small s/o wear their jackets, or just their clothes in general??????

hhhhhHHHH THIS IS SO CUUUUTE-

Josuke-

- It’s a cold autumn night, and Josuke and s/o are just headed back from hanging out at Okuyasu’s house. Because Josuke is a gentleman (and a generally courteous person), he’s offered to walk s/o home and keep them company. While on their merry way back, a chilly, light rain picks up… Once he notices s/o shiver even the slightest, Josuke hands s/o his heavy school jacket out of worry they might get cold, he sticks his jacket on them and holds his arm around their shoulders to keep them extra warm. The two are giggling like maniacs as they break into a light jog to try and avoid the drizzle of rain that was quickly getting harder.  Why did he wear a stupid tank top in the middle of freezing cold autumn oh God he was such an idiot. Not to mention this rain was totally going to ruin his hair, oh this was just GREAT- well, at least s/o is warm. He wasn’t gonna lie, their pink nose in the cold was pretty cute.

- Once they get back to s/o’s house, Josuke walks in and attempts to warm himself up before walking the rest of the way home. He pauses a moment and takes in the view of his small s/o in the large jacket. The sleeves were far too long and covered their hands, dwarfing them even more. The jacket, which usually hung down to his thighs, hung down to s/o’s knees. It was…incredibly adorable, he couldn’t resist blushing a little and breaking a smile. It never actually dawned on him how small his s/o actually was compared to him. “What are you smiling at?” He just shakes his head and plants a soft kiss on their forehead goodbye. He turns to open the door and…it’s pouring. Like, can barely see 2 feet in front of you pouring. He quickly shuts the door and whips around to face s/o. “So…uh…mind if I hang here for the night? Or at least until the rain stops!!”

- S/o really doesn’t want to give him his jacket back. Everything about it reminds them of Josuke, and it’s so WARM too! It’s nothing like getting a hug from the real Josuke, but it’s close. It even has a light scent of hairspray…speaking of hairspray, s/o heads up to their restroom, leaving Josuke in the living room huddled up in a bundle of blankets- nevermind what s/o was doing, he wanted them to get back down here so they could warm up- s/o comes tumbling down the stairs in his jacket and their hair jokingly styled in a terrible excuse for a hairstyle that wasn’t exactly a pompadour, but close. S/o had seen other kids around school opting for a style like this. “Josuke! Don’t I look great~?” “Hey! It looks cooler than your miserable excuse for a kewl hair style!” S/o quickly undoes their “miserable excuse for a kewl hair style” as the two start laughing at s/o’s antics as they plop down next to Josuke. Josuke snuggles up close to s/o in the blanket and the two fall asleep, s/o still wrapped up in the big fluffy jacket. Josuke can’t help but nuzzling his head into their hair, he probably wasn’t going to get his jacket back till early next morning…not that he really minds all that much.

Jotaro-

- Egypt was hot as hell, that’s all Jotaro really thought as he walked into the hotel room, his small s/o following behind him diligently. He hadn’t asked them to follow him around wherever he went, maybe that was just a perk of having a significant other. He was still pretty new to this “dating thing” and wasn’t sure how to go about having this small, adorable ball of…something giving him kisses and hugs.

“How’s that thing stay on your head?”

“What?”That’s how the conversation starts, about how his hat seemingly phases right into his hair. Jotaro shrugs off the weird question and replies with a grunt. It’s just a hat, nothing too complicated. “I mean…it just…looks like it’s permanently molded into your hair. How’d you get it to DO that?” They ask out of curiosity. Jotaro sighs, and upon realizing s/o wouldn’t stop asking about it until they got an answer. He was trying not to snap at them to shut up, he quickly realized that he really shouldn’t snap at the person he was going out with. He flicked the cap off his head and held it in his hands. “See for yourself.” and plopped it down onto s/o’s head. He had intended to just stick it on their head and turn around, but something captivated his sight. The cap tilted slightly over their eyes, and they had to adjust it in order for it to sit on their head without falling, Surprisingly, it was pretty cute. Jotaro smiled for a second, before turning to look outside the heavy window. It suddenly clicks with s/o that they must be pretty special, he never lets anyone touch his hat.

- Even with the fan on, the sun was still burning and bright outside the window. It gets to a point where Jotaro shucks off his jacket, It lands with a heavy thud  right next to s/o. “Can I put this thing on??” s/o asks, Jotaro turns back to them in confusion. First of all, it was blazing hot outside, at least 80 or 90 degrees, are they cold? Second of all, why? He really didn’t understand them at all. Giving off his signature Yare Yare, he waves his hand dismissively. “Fine, I’m not using it right now.” He closes his eyes and tries to get a moment of rest. They had arrived in the town not too long ago and would soon be heading off yet again, it was rare he got a moment to just sit back and relax.

He’s about to drift off when a sleeve paps his face. Jotaro furrows his brow and very annoyed, he opens his eyes to see s/o in the waaaay too large jacket for them. S/o apologized for the accidental sleeve in the face, they had been trying to roll them up to use their hands. They were practically swimming in the comically large black coat. It hadn’t occurred to him how…tiny they were compared to him. Sure, he was exceptionally tall himself, but the gigantic ebony jacket seemed to make them smaller and cuter than usual. there was something about their laughter as they tried to keep the chain attached to the collar out of their face really endearing. It made him feel incredibly relaxed to be around them and their goofiness.

- S/o sits down next to Jotaro and pokes his bare arm. “Check this out.” They pull out an unlit cigarette from the pocket of the jacket, and while still clad in the hat and coat, put on the most cartoonishly menacing glare they possibly can. “I’m Jotaro Kujo and everyone’s dumb except for me. Yare Yare Daze” Jotaro chuckles and asks if that was supposed to be him. If they were really trying they would have used a more vulgar word than “dumb” he pulls them into a tight hug and kisses their forehead.

“I love you, dummy.”

“I don’t understand you at all, you know? But I love you too.”

Okuyasu-

- Okuyasu and s/o are a lively couple, they’re both always in awe of things around them and never grow tired of each other’s company. They’re also constantly coming up with crazy and silly ideas to do with each other. For example, sledding down a hill in the middle of summer, trying to bake actual food in an easy bake oven, and other ideas that come purely out of curiosity. This, was one such idea. Surely, Okuyasu wouldn’t miss his school uniform for a couple hours would he? I mean, it’s a saturday and neither of them were in any extracurriculars. It’s not like he needed it, since it was just wadded up in the corner of his bedroom. Okuyasu is just chilling out during the weekend with them, when suddenly they goes missing. Okuyasu looks up from the couch and suddenly they’re just gone. Where did they even GO? He gets up and starts yelling for them. There’s a loud banging coming from the stairs and his room upstairs. Was it s/o? Or did that cat from his neighbors somehow get in again? Maybe it was his dad? He wasn’t sure, but he summons The Hand just to be sure and quietly walks up the stairs. Quietly…slowly…oh man, he was being super stealthy right now. S/o would be SO PROUD if they found out how careful he was being about this-!

“OKUYASU CHECK IT OUT”

Oku screams and falls backwards, almost tumbling down the stairs and just barely grabbing onto the handrail for support. S/o confusedly tries to help them up, and Okuyasu realizes he’s holding onto the sleeve of a uniform, his school uniform to be exact. S/o explains they thought it looked pretty comfy compared to their own, but his pants were still way too big. Why have 2 belts if they’re just going to sit awkwardly on your waist? He broke out into a huge grin and suddenly he was just fine. This was the cutest thing he’d seen all day. They’re just so…small! And Cute! And literally the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes on. Did he mention cute?

- “Oh!! Here, try on this!!” s/o suddenly tosses him their own school jacket, Didn’t most couples borrow each other’s shirts anyway? This was like that, except trading a small jacket for a large one. Okuyasu, unwadding the jacket, accepts the challenge. S/o has to help him get it on his arms and oh dear please help him his arms are stuck behind his back and he’s scared if he tries to move them he’s going to rip their jacket. The two are laughing at how silly they must look to anyone other than them, not that they really mind. S/o is fumbling with the too long sleeves and tripping over the large pants too much to try and help much, Okuyasu is on his own in this endeavor to remove the school jacket of pain. It takes 5 minutes to get unraveled from each other’s clothes as they collapse in a giggling heap.

- Okuyasu gives s/o a tight hug and asks them why they put on their clothes in the first place. Their response is a simple “It looked warm.”

“Well…I can’t argue with that.” It’s a few moments of a quiet hug before he pipes up-

“Babe…can I…uh… have my jacket back? Not to be rude but, like, I’m kinda cold-”

I Tried ;v;b aaa I hope these are okay!! It was a really cute idea, I hope they’re not too dialogue heavy or confusing lol ^^

- Mod Fish

#sfw #Josuke Higashikata #Okuyasu Nijimura #Diamond is Unbreakable #Jotaro Kujo #Stardust Crusaders #i think the oku ones are a little short sorry dude ;-; aaaaaa #Ocean Man

[elysianmars]

Lams 2?

We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other.

Putting this under a cut because it’s waaaay longer than it should be haha!

“Thank fuck that absolute car crash of a day is dead and gone,” Alex said, flinging himself bodily onto the sofa and groaning in audible satisfaction as he wriggled into a comfortable position. “I honestly thought it would never end and I’d somehow be stuck there forever, caught between two planes of existence or some shit.”

“Don’t get too settled there man, the cab will be here in a few minutes.” John emerged from the bathroom, a small pot of pomade in his hand and his eyes fixed in fond exasperation on his friend’s sprawling form.

“Mnghhhh!” Alex sat up a little, taking in John’s outfit: black skinny jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket slung over one of his shoulders. “Wait, the cab to where? Where are you going all dressed up like that? It’s practically midnight already!”

“Uh, I’m not going anywhere, but we’re going to my sister’s birthday party and we’re already late, so maybe hurry up and get changed. Unless you want to go dancing and drinking tequila in your crumpled work suit?”

“Oh fuck, is that tonight? I’m sorry, I completely blanked on that. Where is it again? I have no idea what to wear, ahhh!”

“No need to feel quite so sorry for yourself. I know you’re tired, and agreeing to come in the first place is doing me a solid so we’ll just get some food there, hang out with Martha for a bit, get a few dances in and retire for an early night in like, 90 minutes tops. Well,” John said, grimacing as he checked the time on his watch, “early-ish. And it’s in some club in Soho so you can wear whatever you want, but try to be quick about it. I just ordered the cab but it’s a Tuesday night so it won’t take long to come.”

“The things I do for you, John Laurens,” Alex muttered under his breath as he made his way to his bedroom and began sifting through his shirts. He pulled out a navy button down and some black jeans and stepped into the bathroom to have a quick shower before changing, trying not to look too critically at himself as he stripped out of his work shirt and stood under the hot water.

He knew that day a few weeks back that he would regret agreeing to go to John’s sister’s birthday with him, but at the time there was no way he could say no. The past few months had been incredibly tough on his best friend, as his already strained relationship with his family came close to breaking point when he came out during an argument with his father and was told to leave the house until things calmed down. When Martha had called him to say she was having her birthday in New York and yes of course he was invited and actually she would be offended if he didn’t show up, it was the most animated Alex had seen John look in weeks.

And Alex was a complete sucker for an excited John Laurens.

He got dressed quickly, choosing not to bother trying to do anything about the bags under his eyes or the slightly ashy quality to his skin from exhaustion. This was the worst part, going out on a weeknight with John; he was already tired and cranky, and John looked like he had just stepped off the runway in Milan or right out of one of Alex’s dreams, effortlessly stylish and glowing even though he had been awake for hours too, and would also need to be up by five the next morning to go to the gym.

“Hey, cab’s here!” John said, throwing his arm around Alex’s shoulder and leading him to the living area to collect his stuff. “Thanks for coming tonight man, I really won’t keep you out too late, I know you’ve had a long day.”

“It’s no problem.” They took the stairs and John raced ahead, Alex realising quickly he intended it to be a competition and not wanting to lose.

As they settled into the cab, John fastening his seat belt and texting his sister to let her know they were on their way, Alex fought to stifle a yawn.

“I honestly promise we will be back in two hours tops,” John said a little guiltily. “What time do you have to be in tomorrow anyway?”

“I have a conference call at 6.30 but I need to be there to prep a little earlier so I’m aiming to be up at five. And it’s fine, seriously. I’ll be wide awake once we start dancing.”

It wasn’t long before they pulled up at the club, Alex rolling his eyes as John insisted on paying the cab fare and covering the entrance price for them both.

“Thank god you’re here, I don’t think I know anyone else aside from Martha,” John said, leaning down slightly to shout into Alex’s ear so he’d be heard over the booming music. He still had his hand splayed across Alex’s lower back from when he guided him into the club from the line outside and, realising this, quickly pulled it away. “So here’s the plan: I’ll go say hi to Martha, give her her present and catch up. You scope out the food, maybe get us a drink if you’re feeling it and then we can have a few dances and get out of here?” John scanned the room in search of his sister as he spoke, and when he spotted her at the bar knocking back a shot of tequila the smile that broke out on his face had Alex reminding himself how to breathe and why that was important.

“I can see food at the bar so I’ll grab a table and get us some. And we are having three dances, MAXIMUM. Oh, tell Martha I said happy birthday!”

The club was full of people noticeably younger than him and Alex actively pushed down the desire to get the hell out of there, go home and sleep through to his stupidly early alarm in the morning.

It wasn’t until he picked up some food from the bar that he realised how hungry he was, and a few mouthfuls into a plate of chorizo mac and cheese he looked up to see John coming over.

“I JUST REQUESTED A SONG!”

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL!” Alex could feel the corners of his mouth quirk in amusement and they both started to laugh, John placing a hand on Alex’s shoulder as if to steady himself.

“COME ON, LET’S GO TO THE DANCEFLOOR! MY SONG IS NEXT.” This Is What You Came For had just started, and John all but dragged Alex to the dancefloor, somehow managing to move in perfect time to the music.

“But she’s looking at you-oooh!” Alex lost himself in the throng of people dancing, laughing with John as they scream sang the lyrics to each other. It was the first time he had been dancing sober in a very long time and yet his nerves felt electrified. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so good.

John moved closer and whispered into Alex’s ear. “And everybody’s watching her…” Still caught up in the music, Alex continued to dance against John, gasping slightly when John started to grind back. The look in his eye was devious, dangerous, and Alex fought against the instinct to pull back and walk away.

John’s hands were on his hips now.

Alex closed his eyes and breathed heavily, moving to the music and feeling relieved when the song ended and the song John requested started.

He burst into laughter when he heard the intro.

“DID YOU REALLY REQUEST ‘YEAH’ JUST FOR ME?” he asked John, throwing his head back laughing. Almost without realising it, he started to fall into the dance he had come up with years ago, the very dance he had told John about a few weeks ago when they had gotten drunk over pizza in their apartment on a rainy Saturday night.

He wished he was drunk now.

He focused on his movements and the beat of the song around him, which seemed to be blaring even more loudly now somehow. He could feel John dancing close to him, pressing against him, and he gave himself over to the sensation, let himself enjoy it.

When the song ended, Alex turned to face John, gearing up for the next one. He hadn’t anticipated a sudden change of pace in the form of Truly, Madly, Deeply.

John looked as though he had been jolted, a blush spreading across his cheeks as the crowds melted away and people began to couple off and sway in time to the music.

“Uh, I’ll just say goodbye to Martha and we can get out of here,” he said, backing away gently to avoid stepping on anyone.

Alex reached out and placed his hand on John’s elbow, guiding him back toward him.

“Hey,” he said, looking straight into his eyes. “I promised you three dances, right?”

He leaned up and, brushing a wayward curl behind John’s ear, pressed their lips together. If John was taken aback, he recovered quickly. He pulled Alex closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around him and opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. Alex responded eagerly, moaning against him and sliding a hand under his tank top to run his fingers across his abs.

“Actually,” John said, pulling away slightly, “I think I’ll let you break that promise if it means getting out of here.” He flashed Alex a wicked grin and leaned in to whisper in his ear again. “What do you think?”

“I think I need to text Washington and tell him I’m coming down with something and won’t be in for the next few days, and while I’m doing that you need to order an uber because I want to be home right fucking now.”

“On it like a car bonnet!”

Fifteen minutes later John was sitting in the back of an uber with a lapful of Alexander Hamilton, texting his sister to apologise for bailing without saying goodbye and trying not to melt with nervous anticipation.

“How is this happening now when we’re sober? How many times have we been completely gazeboed drunk around each other and nothing happened and yet here we are?” Alex murmured, more to himself than to John.

“Because we’re fucking idiots,” John said, throwing his phone into his pocket and pulling Alex down into a kiss. “And also because I hadn’t seen you dancing to Usher and let me tell you, that was a game changer!”

#thank you! <3 #tactical grandma #prompts #lams

[tepid-tea]

Hello Drama; its been a while..

I don’t think I’ve posted personal drama in a while but I feel like I need to get this off my chest. Cause this didn’t just effect me but it has pretty much torn up my little group of friends which was not the intent.

Heres some background before we start…

Emerald City Comic Con for those who have followed my little slice of tumblr knows is a yearly nerd pilgrimage my friends and I do every year. We all arrange rides and drive down from Vancouver, BC to Seattle, WA for a 4-5 day where we eat, drink and buy way too much stuff at the convention.  We’ve all gone pretty much as a group for the last… shit 4 or five years? Possibly more? Now last year I spent waaaay to much money as the Canadian Dollar was in the tank ( still is pretty much lol)  and I went a little over board. Now Hotel prices have steadily been going up  etc etc so even without the spending I was already over budget. Now early on this year I had decided that I wasn’t going to go to ECCC in 2018 due to how much hotel and such costs. The tickets themselves aren’t so bad but if you’re not a local in Seattle or don’t have a friends couch to sleep on we’re talking close to $1000 CAD for 4 nights in a hotel even with the Convention discount.  That includes parking but still…. Yikes right? I went to Disneyland (flight & Hotel) for only like $30 more than that. That’ $1000 doesn’t even include my convention pass! So needless to say I wasn’t going since my family is planning on doing like  a week plus in Disneyland next summer so that was what I was going to save up for instead. It bummed me out because ALL of my friends were going to this (except maybe one but we will get to that shortly) and it was my first time not going to be able to join them. But it was my decision and I was going to stick with it. Now fast forward too maybe a week or so ago right before the tickets went on sale everyone was excited and stuff and I was pretty much over it at this point when  my friend who hadn’t planned on going either cause he kept saying how much it sucked, (we’ll call him R) texted me and asked if I wanted to just go for the Saturday. Now a part of me was unsure because we would have to get up at the crack ass of dawn to drive the 2 and a half hours to Seattle, find expensive Downtown parking and get our passes, walk around all day only to have to drive the 3 and a half ours back. Now my friend R doesn’t drive. Doesn’t know how; takes transit or bums rides from our friends who drive all the time.  So I would have to do all of this driving.  I’m unsure but he ramps it and says he’ll split gas and parking so without really thinking it through ( probably out of desperation of wanting to go even at a small scale) I agree. Everyone I tell that we’re going for just the day say I’m fucking looney cause I’m pretty much doing all the work here.  It’s not like if I get tired I can trade off with someone to drive. 2 and a half hours isn’t really long but… I mean when you’re that tired it can feel like a super long time. Also I’d have to drive him home, which he lives like a half an hour the opposite direction of my house so that’s adding another hour onto my drive time.  But I’m like cool sure. Then we never talk about it again. Until yesterday morning. 

My friend K texts me and says she’s accidentally ordered 1 too many Vendor passes. She got her table this year in Artist alley and wanted to know if I could come with and help her and her boyfriend ( who happens to be my best friend) run her booth. Now I’ve helped run her booth for conventions off and on for the past couple years. At Local ones and for the three years at ECCC ( except 2017’s convention, she didn’t get chosen and thus didn’t come with us) so I’ve got experience in how she likes to run shit. At first I tell her no, I’m doing the one day thing and I can’t afford the hotel alone plus everything's probably all booked by now even if I could find someone.  But then she says to ask our friend J as she and like 3 of our other friends are sharing a room ( Like every year) and could possible have space for me too? 

 She said to let her know by Friday so if I don’t go she can try and e-mail the convention ppl to try and get a refund ( tickets like $125 usd) because she can’t sell it like a normal ticket. So I go to work and not really think about it again till like later in the evening. I’m having dinner with C ( K’s bf and my best friend ANNND R’s best friend)  and the ticket offer comes up during our conversation. He says to give our friend J a text about their hotel situation, prices and what not because if it’s cheap, why not? He knew I was pretty bummed about not going the full weekend and wasn’t too stoked about driving so much ( he wasn’t too happy about it on my behalf it seemed either. he’s an overprotective puppy). So I ask J and their  5th person they were going to have in their room bailed and they had space. I’d get a blow up mattress and  it would be $150 USD for  3 nights for my half of the hotel ( roughly as taxes/hotel parking etc). So thats $275.00 USD  AND they offered to drive me there and back, provide the air mattress etc.  I tell C and its like how can you say no to that? He says do it. Now first thing I worry is how R is going to take it. He gets upset easy and yeah I’m being kind of a dick on bailing on him.  The Con is in 4 months as in that time we could figure out a way for him to either get there without me driving him or help him sell the tickets. However even without committing to it 100% at the time I feel bad, I hate bailing on people like that.  

So this morning I send this huge text to R explaining the situation and apologise for the whole thing but offer to help him work out how to either sell them or figure a way there and back.  R loses his absolute shit, says I’m the worst friend ever. Says this is the worst possible thing I could ever do to him and this is basically ending our friendship.  I then ask him how could something like this be a friendship ender  ( I’ve forgiven him him for FAR worse offences on shit he’s pulled on me but THAT'S a whole other traumatizing thing that we don’t talk about anymore because it almost gives me a panic attack thinking of it) then offer again to help make other arrangements for him to either come along or sell the tickets. He then accuses me of going behind his back and plotting with our other friends to screw him over ( not true like wtf?) then proceeds to block my phone number and blocks me on all social media before we can work anything out. ( there are 6 texts in total, two from me and the rest are him freaking at me) In the end he ends up blocking 5 different friends of ours ( though he’s re-added K I later find out) and proceeds to shit talk me on FB where I can’t see and blocks anyone who tries to stick up for me ( Thus the 4 friends still blocked). I mean I understand he’s upset but we are in our mid 30’s for fuck sakes! We’re fucking adults! Why can’t we have a fucking adult conversation and work something out? I admit it was shitty to bail on him however I offered to help him find another solution to get there, to help sell them both and even offer to just straight pay for my half to compensate. However none of these offers were taken because he didn’t get his own way and would rather flip his shit. 

Needless to say my whole day was fucked.  I felt horrible but the more nasty shit he posted on FB that I got told about and shit he’s been pulling on everyone else, I started to feel less bad for the whole thing. There was no grand plot to screw him over; I simply took advantage of an opportunity only for it to fuck everything up.  I tried to keep it just between the two of us to keep damage to a minimum cause we share best friends and it's not fair to drag C into the middle of this or any of our other friends for that matter but he insisted on it. So about an hour after I started this text rant K texted and asked if she could call me; which of course I say yes.  After an hour and a half talk  I go over my side on what's happened and what we can do to fix it and keep C out of it.  K and I both love C ( in very different ways mind you LOL) and her and I are going to do our hardest to keep him out of it.  Her and I have both agreed not to talk about the situation in front of him and try to keep the others from doing so as well ( god knows what R has sent him).  C doesn’t take conflict really well (Neither does myself and K to be honest but C more so) and I told K I really don’t want C to be dragged into it…. 

Like fuck I didn’t want anyone to get dragged into it but R is a drama queen and I’m the villain.

SO YA! Fuck my life!

Anyone want to go see the New Star Wars Movie with me? Cause R is selling off my first showing ticket for that. Anyone want to see a movie with a shitty villainous person?

#personal #shitty day rant #I've had a headache all day and jsut generally hate myself

[aicchi]

I read the au's that you made!! have any more? I adore your au's! ;O;

AHHHHHH! I’m glad you adore my AUs! I have too much more AU, bro. Here’s some mythical krbks for the soul.. (under the cut because it’s going to get long, maybe)

That AU where Bakugou is your typical merman and Kirishima is the fisherman who’s totally immune to Bakugou’s songs

So this is set in a world where mythical creatures exist, and humans know it. They’re completely aware of it. They know there are centaurs, merfolks, winged beings, and more.

In the merkingdom, we have Bakugou, a merman with pretty black scales for a tail, has sharks for pets (which is a shocker because sharks eat merpeople), will drown people as a past time. (Todoroki does not understand Bakugou’s fascination with drowning sailors, seriously. It’s tiring. He prefers to sleep, honestly).

And then there’s Kirishima. A fisherman who’s always out on the sea every morning. Bakugou had been trying to drown him for months since he first saw him. But it’s totally frustrating because no matter how hard Bakugou tries, this two-tentacled (legs) freak with shitty hair just wouldn’t drown. Bakugou’s new life mission is to drown the guy (Todoroki think it’s totally funny).

Meanwhile, Kirishima thinks he and Bakugou are friends, because every time he hears Bakugou sing, he catches a lot of fish! He never got so lucky in his catch before! So him and this golden haired merman are definitely friends (Poor guy had no idea).

“Thank you for the song as always!”

*cue Bakugou groaning in frustration*

One time Bakugou got super frustrated, he totally slammed his tail on the side of Kirishima’s boat, and Kirishima just looked at Bakugou, looking really concerned.

“Oh? Did you accidentally hit my boat? Are you okay?”

Bakugou wants to strangle the guy now and drag him to the bottom of the ocean.

Bakugou also ended up throwing a shell at Kirishima one because he was just so pissed and promptly freaked out because you only give shells to the one you love.

“Shouto! What the fuck am I gonna do? I threw a shell at him! A shell, Shouto.”

“Yeah. That’s my problem because?”

“For seaweed’s sake, Shouto! Help me out here!”

“I think I’ll sleep.”

(Shouto is a very reliable friend. Not.)

But then one time, some merchant saw Bakugou, and black scales are extremely rare for merfolks; meaning if they get a hold of him, they’ll get a shit ton of money. They did get him, used a paralyzing powder so Bakugou can’t swim away. Bakugou for the first time, felt like he was drowning. They took him, locked him up in a tank with FRESH water, and it made breathing difficult for Bakugou.

Meanwhile, Kirishima is wondering why his (well not his but technically his) merman, and when Bakugou didn’t show up he got worried. His merman should be singing to him now, but instead he’s nowhere to be found. But then there’s this other merman, red-white hair, pure white tail (royalty) and he’s telling him some humans took his friend.

“They got Katsuki”

“Katsuki?”

“Grumpy. Loud.”

“Sings beautifully?”

(Todoroki just stares because this guy thinks Bakugou’s songs of death are beautiful.) 

So Kirishima goes and rescues, Bakugou. He knows where those merchants can be found, and shit he was angry. Went berserk when he saw Bakugou in the tank, bleeding a bit because they’ve been plucking his scales. Went fucking livid and knocked out a few people. He’s able to rescue Bakugou, and Bakugou just clings to him, shaking.

Bakugou didn’t appear after he was returned to the sea though. Kirishima missed him. He wanted to see him. So he went out to the sea while there was a storm brewing. He’s got a small boat. It can’t withstand the storm.

Bakugou from under the sea, can see what’s going on the surface. He knew it was Kirishima up there.

For the first time, Bakugou sang to save a life. Banished the storm and calmed the sea with his song. He swam up there and rescued Kirishima, before promptly dragging him under for like three minutes before taking him to the shore.

“What was that for, Katsuki?”

“Been wanting to do that since forever. How the fuck do you know my name?”

“Your friend told me, and what do you mean you’ve been wanting to… you’ve been trying to drown me all this time? I’m Eijirou by the way.”

“I’m a merman. The fuck do you think?”

“But the shell?” (Kirishima totally knows what that means. He did his research, okay)

Bakugou turns so red, cursed Kirishima to hell and back and swam away. Kirishima still thinks he’s cute. Probably didn’t stop teasing Bakugou until Bakugou threw another shell at him.

(Bakugou kept telling Kirishima it didn’t mean anything. But his face is red, Kirishima knew)

——

That AU where Kirishima is a sunny vampire, and Bakugou is the willing blood bank

Okay so, Bakugou is a mythical creature researcher. He’s totally fascinated by them. He spent years studying them and all. One day, he got into this mansion, and there’s a freaking vampire passed out on the floor, looking half dead (undead undead????), and well as a research he is not afraid. Even went out of his way to offer his wrist to the guy. He also hasn’t seen a vampire before. They’re very elusive. More elusive than those pests they call pixies.

“Do you need a drink?”

Kirishima like the thirsty vampire he is, basically grab that wrist and drank, enough to make him not undead undead, but not enough to make Bakugou pass out. After Kirishima had his fill, they chatted a bit. 

Turns out, the vampire refused to drink from anyone without their permission.

“I haven’t had blood for a year. I thought I was gonna die.”

“What the fuck, shitty hair?”

“I’m glad you came though! For such a grumpy guy, your blood is really sweet!”

“Fuck you!”

Bakugou thought that was the end of that, but nope, Kirishima started following him around and all that. And Bakugou learned that the books about vampires lied.

Mysterious and dark his ass. This vampire is fucking dorky and waaaay too bright and sunny. He also loves the sun! Revels in it and does not turn to ash. Fucking books are so fucking useless. Also apparently doesn’t need permission to enter someone’s house. Fucking vampire with shitty hair just barged in his house asking (begging) for blood. He brought fruits that help in blood circulation though, so Bakugou doesn’t mind much. (Bakugou totally complains about the blood drinking, but always offers his blood anyway).

The vampire, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou learned his name was, also started tagging along with Bakugou’s expeditions and hunt for mythical creatures. Thank god he did, because Bakugou always gets in trouble without even knowing it.

also known as mythical creatures wanting to marry Bakugou, but our resident grumpy cat had no idea. (not that Kirishima will let them)

“What the fuck, shitty hair! That was a five foot tall goblin! Lemme talk to him!”

“No! We’re leaving!”

“Why the fuck not!”

“He was trying to give you black seeds!”

“So? What the fuck is wrong with that?”

“That was a marriage proposal.”

“…oh.”

and also

“Stop fucking dragging me away from those tree spirits!”

“They’re trying to attract you with their mating dance!”

“…ah.”

Save Bakugou

#kiribaku #bakushima #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #heroaca #hero academia #kiribaku au #bnha au #i have so many aus #dear god #this isn't even 5% of them #also im currently working on a huge ass kiribaku project based on an au #hahaha #Anonymous #you ask aisu delivers

[im-most-definitely-fangirling]

Not So Innocent After All

Pairing: Dean x reader (Y/N)

Word count: 3898 words (this ended up getting waaaay longer than I expected...)

Warnings: some smut and a cute Sammy.... I think that’s it :)

Summary: You are on a witch hunt with the boys when a spell is cast on you and Dean. Will he find out that you have a crush on him?

A/N: This was written for @whispersandwhiskerburn Much Ado About SPN challenge. my prompts were the Shakespeare quote: “If music be the food of love, play on” (Twelfth Night I.1) and words Impala, Iron, and Innocence. couldn’t really find a way to work Iron into it, so i skipped that :) A big thanks to Angel, since she helped me through this and betaed for me, also, it was basically her challenge that made me start writing fanfic in the first place. THANK YOU ANGEL <3 I think that was all i had to say for now. Happy reading :)

Ever since you first laid eyes on the older Winchester, you had had the biggest crush on him. Mr. Sex-On-Legs had saved you from a big bad werewolf a couple of years prior, and you had decided to join him and his brother in the eternal battle against supernatural evil. Dean had rejected your application as their new partner in crime in the beginning, but since you had nowhere else to go (and a pair of puppy dog eyes as good as Sam’s) he couldn’t refrain from letting you tag along.

Sam quickly became the little brother you never had, and Dean, well, not so much. You knew he thought of you as more of a little sister than anything else, and though it sometimes was extremely painful not being able to tell him how you really felt about him, you wouldn’t dare risk your friendship and your inclusion in the Winchester family. In the beginning, you thought that he actually liked you back, but as it turns out, Dean flirts shamelessly with every girl he meets. It broke your heart into a million pieces the night you realized how wrong and naive you had been.

Sam had been the first one to notice it, and since he knew about the feelings you had for his brother, he quickly threw some more books in front of you, trying to distract you with more research material before you saw the deep purple hickey peeking out from atop of the green-eyed hunters collar. The sudden thud of books landing on the table in front of you had the complete opposite effect though, making you look up at Sam with the intention of complaining about being tired or needing a cup of coffee or whatever the hell would get you out of research duty at least for a couple of minutes. You straightened up in your chair, arching your back and stretching your arms above your head, about to fake a yawn, when your eyes drifted to Dean, seeing the purple mark left uncovered by his shirt as his head was tilted away from you.

You stared in complete and utter disbelief for what seemed like minutes, before the sadness and despair arose from deep within you. You felt stupid and worthless as you rose from the chair in the bunker’s library that you had claimed as your own, trying to hide the fact that tears were beginning to slowly make their way down your cheeks, only just managing to hold in the first few sniffles and sobs until your bedroom door was locked behind you and the dam broke. That night, Sam had come knocking on your door, and you ended up lying wrapped in his arms, sniffling every few minutes while he ran his fingers through your hair, trying to comfort you. Eventually the tears subsided, and you fell asleep laying on the younger Winchester’s firm chest.

When you woke up the next morning, Sam was nowhere to be seen. You sat in your bed, contemplating whether you should get up, when you suddenly remembered what happened last night. You buried your face in your soft pillow, fighting off the tears that were starting to well up in your eyes.  Eventually the urge to bawl your eyes out faded, and you were able to reach for your phone and earbuds, determined to drown yourself in music until you forgot about the green-eyed hunter. Not that you believed that would ever really happen.

About an hour later you heard a faint knock on the door. “Come in!” you yelled, knowing from experience that sound didn’t travel easily through the massive wooden doors. The hinges creaked as it was pushed open, Sam’s large frame stepping into the room. “‘morning,” he said, handing you a large cup of coffee and setting a plate with toast on the little round table beside the bed. “I figured you wouldn’t want to leave your bed just to get breakfast, considering what happened last night.” He smiled kindly at you, compassion evident in his face. You assured him that you were fine, that your behavior had only been because of the shock. He didn’t buy it.

Before stepping back out into the hallway, he said one of the few things you really didn’t feel like hearing. “We caught a case.”

The six hour drive to Sutherland, Iowa could easily have been the longest six hours of your life. With Dean constantly complaining about having to deal with witches, only stopping to bicker with Sam about his choice of music, you were already rather fed up after half an hour in Baby. Reaching into your pocket to retrieve your earbuds, ready to escape this world and sink into the world of your favorite music, you groaned as you finally found out what you had forgotten.

You would have been forced to listen to the noise coming from the front seats, most likely having gone insane by the time you reached your destination, if Sam hadn’t been the sweetheart that he was. His large hand reached out behind him, dropping your forgotten pair of earbuds into your outstretched hand. Uttering a quick thank you, you plugged them into your phone, shooting him a small smile in the process.

The witches weren’t very good at covering up their tracks, and since their motives shined through clearly in all the incidents, tracking the bitches down was a piece of cake. But killing them wasn’t.

Apparently, there were more witches than expected. Counting on a coven of about 3-4 witches, the shock that hit you all when you were suddenly surrounded by a coven twice as big, chanting weird shit and casting spells, was immense. But you didn’t lose hope.

It was quiet now, the atmosphere almost eerie, as you laid on the ground clutching your shoulder, still hurting from when you were thrown against the concrete wall. Though you were a bit dizzy, and the back of your head was hurting, you doubted that you had taken any real damage. Running your hand over the sore area behind your hair, you felt a wetness cover your fingers. Blood. “Damn it,” you thought, “why the hell do they always have to throw us around? Can’t they just pin us to the wall instead of sending us flying straight into one?”

Sam had seen the pained expression on your face when you had tried to asses the damage on your head, and strode over to you, lifting you up bridal style. He blatantly ignored your request to be put down, instead calling for Dean to come with you, telling him that you might need stitches, but otherwise you seemed fine. He couldn’t rule out a concussion yet though, so while you were extremely exhausted, they decided to keep you awake until you got back to the bunker.

Wanting to keep an eye on you to make sure you wouldn’t fall asleep, the brothers decided that you should sit between them in the front, but that proved much more difficult than it sounded. Normally, there was just about the amount of space needed for the brothers to sit comfortably together on the black bench seat, so instead of sitting between them, you ended up more or less sitting on the younger brother’s lap.

After a while Dean pulled into a gas station, filling up Baby’s tank before disappearing through the automatic doors of the little store, only to come back with a couple cans of Rockstar, handing you one with the instruction to “drink up.” And then you were back on the road.

That’s when it happened. You were just beginning to feel the effect of the energy drink, not feeling nearly as sleepy as before, when the headache started. It wasn’t that bad really, so you just suffered in silence as usual, right until it became too much.

You were just about to tell them about it, when it all went black. You heard the faint sound of screeching tires, Baby’s screeching tires, before you were pulled so deep into the darkness, that you wondered if you’d ever find your way out. And that was your last thought before the nothingness consumed you.

When you finally woke up, you were laying in bed. But it wasn’t your bed. It was Dean’s. Looking around, hoping to see something that might explain why you weren’t in your own bed, you pulled the covers aside, stepping out onto the cold floor, nearly face planting in the process. Why were you so close to the ceiling? And why could you feel the cold air against your chest? With a frown on your face you took a quick look down your body, letting out a very manly scream as you realized why you were in Dean’s bed. Fucking witches.

Rummaging through Dean’s messy dresser, you managed  to find a pair of plaid PJ pants. Being in too much distress to care about trying to find a shirt, you walked into the bunker’s kitchen bare-chested, earning yourself a weird look from the always early-rising moose as you stood there with your hand on your hip. “ Guess who, Sammy!” you said, sounding way too cheery to be Dean. And Sam picked up on that too, his eyes narrowing before blowing wide open. “Y/N?” he said, “is that you?” He got up from his chair, walking towards you. “Bingo Moose! Damn, even from up here you’re a giant,” you exclaimed, earning yourself his signature bitch face as you ruffled his hair. Annoyed Sam looked so much cuter from this angle, all pouty and… well, cute. It made you want to ruffle his hair again, but you were hungry, and getting an ass-kicking before breakfast wasn’t exactly on your plan for the day.

You were half way through your third bowl of cereal, when you heard the scream. Sam stood up and were on his way to pick up his gun, when he remembered that you weren’t in danger, that it was most likely just Dean finally waking up, discovering that he now had boobs, and nothing dangling between his legs. For his sake, you hoped that you would soon figure out how to switch you back, otherwise, poor little  Dean would get to experience a visit from a bitchy mother nature. Awesome.

When Dean finally entered the kitchen, you struggled to contain the laughter bubbling up inside you, only just managing to not spit out your cereal and roll around on the floor, trying not to die of laughter. Your - his - hair was a mess, and the clothes he was wearing… Damn. Despite the fact that all you had in your closet was basic Winchester-style clothing, though with a couple of short dresses and some bras added in, he had somehow managed to not make his clothing items match. And he wasn’t wearing a bra. No, you hadn’t exactly expected that he would come into the kitchen looking like a freakin’  model, but he could at least have put on a bra and brushed your hair. What a catastrophe.

Before he even got to the table you were standing, pulling him back towards your room, small tingling spurts shooting from where your skin touched his, spreading quickly through your body. You had to fix this mess.

As soon as the door to your room had closed behind the two of you, you went over to your dresser, digging a bit around in it, trying to find the comfiest pair of panties you had, when you remembered that they were still in the laundry, along with most of your other panties. Having only thongs and normal lacy panties to choose from, you cursed yourself for your laziness, choosing to go with the lace, and giving Dean the order to go take a bath.

Pulling the lacy piece of lingerie out of the drawer, a small object came out with it. As the gentleman he was, Dean picked it up for you, both of your faces turning red as you realized what it was. Your vibrator. Yes, it was small, but it was discreet and powerful, just what every hunter travelling with the Greek god, also known as Dean Winchester, needed. He threw it into your hands, almost like it had burned him, before pulling the panties out of your grasp, nearly running into the bathroom. Awkward.

After laying out some clothes (and a bra) for him on his bed, you informed him of it before retreating to your own room, once again finding the world of music comforting. Sam was searching for a way to reverse the spell, but by dinner time he still hadn’t figured it out yet. It would undoubtedly be an awkward couple of days before he would find anything, before he would be able to finally send your minds into the right bodies.

The morning wood was probably the worst. Sure, you had given a few hand jobs here and there, and obviously knew how to take care of it, but it was weird. You were touching Dean, your long-time crush, in a very intimate place, and, knowing your body, he would have probably had to touch yours as well. Not that you would get blue balls, but being as horny as a bitch in heat wasn’t exactly comfortable. Especially not with a nice and sweaty Dean around.

At bedtime on the day after the fashion catastrophe happened, you noticed something strange as you walked in on your almost naked body, as the (usually) green-eyed hunter struggled to find your PJ. In the beginning it was just a small tingling in your lower body, a feeling that you knew, but for some reason you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You did soon figure out what it was though, as Dean lifted the black t-shirt over his head, revealing the sexy lace you had chosen for him. The tingling had intensified, sparking a weird feeling between your legs. Your eyes met Dean’s before you let your gaze wander down the body that usually belonged to him, noticing the front of your pants tenting. Your face turned scarlet as you looked back up, seeing his focus landing on the boner you were currently sporting. You saw the aggressive blush that was spreading on his face, right as you realized that this wasn’t on you.

“This makes no sense,” you thought, “why would I be turned on by my own half-naked body? But if it isn’t me, then it has to be… no, that can’t be right. He sees me as a little sister god damnit.” The thoughts were rolling around in your head, making you dizzy as they all tried to surface simultaneously. Breaking up the flushed staring competition, you turned your gaze away and walked out of the room, leaving a dumbfounded and extremely embarrassed Dean to figure out how to handle this. You had to change back ASAP, and you sure as hell weren’t the only one who wanted that.

You see, after breakfast on the first day in your new bodies, Sam had finally told Dean about a small thing that happened as you both blacked out in the Impala. And Dean had been pissed. It was almost scary to see his facial expression change from slightly annoyed over Sam not cutting to the chase to “I-hate-those-fucking-bitches” and “I-want-to-kill-them-right-fucking-now” as Sam explained how he had to grab the wheel when Dean passed out, resulting in Baby crashing into a minor tree, busting one of her headlights and denting her front a bit.

He wanted to go fix it right away of course, but you and Sam agreed that at that point it was more important to figure out how to navigate your new bodies and finding out a way to crack the spell. Dean was not happy, to say the least.

It took three days all in all to figure out how to reverse the spell and actually do it. Three days filled with awkwardness, only broken up by the time spend with your playlist on shuffle. Getting near Dean in those three days was not a possibility, your bodies so violently attracted to each others that Sam would surely notice it if you stood too close. That, and then the awkwardness following the boner incident.

As soon as you were back in your own bodies, the green-eyed hunter practically ran out to Baby. And stayed there. The only time he came inside that day was to get his burger, not even eating it with the two of you, just bringing it with him back to the garage, seemingly trying to avoid you. But you weren’t having any of it.

The following morning, when you knew Dean was out in the garage working on Baby, you had a plan. Dressing in your shortest hot pants and a tank top showing off your assets, you wandered off towards the garage, making sure that you had everything that you would need to carry out that master plan of yours.

As he was standing there, bent over the hood, wearing a pair of jeans seeming to be tight in all the right places, you had to admit that the effort you made not to drool on the floor was much larger than you wanted it to be.

Shaking your head as if to pull yourself out of the trance you were put in by the extremely handsome man in front of you, you initiated your big plan. You walked over to the radio standing on the small tool cart, cranking up the volume as you heard Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me flow from the speakers. Perfect.

Dean turned around, confusion evident in his beautiful features as his gaze landed on you, giving you a quick once over, his mouth hanging open as he seemed to struggle as much with the whole “don’t drool on the floor” -thing as you were. Admittedly, you did look hot. And that was the point of your choice of clothes.

Swaying your hips in time with the tunes, you strode towards him, suddenly standing so very close to his large form, making your body tingle with anticipation. He had that look in his eyes, and you knew, that later, when you walked out of that room, nothing would be as it was before. For better or for worse.

Right as you were about to begin step two of your plan, he finally stopped gawking, a smirk finding its way onto his lips instead. “You know, for a hunter, you have some pretty interesting stuff in your dresser. I guess you’re not so innocent after all,” he said, looking straight into your eyes. “Didn’t know you were a thong girl, but I guess that isn’t exactly something you tell your hunting partner huh?” you felt a blush starting to appear on you face as the words fell from his plush lips, willing it down as best as you could, though unable to stop your panties from growing wetter and wetter for every word. It was an impossible task.

“Thought you wouldn’t be attracted to me, but hey, I guess that’s just because you were too big of a wuss to tell me,” you retorted, a wide smile forming on your lips as he let out a small chuckle. Right as the next song came on the radio, his lips met yours in an innocent kiss, barely touching each other, almost as if asking for permission.

You chased his lips as he pulled away, and that seemed to be all the confirmation he needed. The next kiss was deep and sinful, wet tongues dancing around each other, fighting for dominance. And he won.

Grabbing the back of your thighs, he signaled for you to jump, making you wrap your legs around his waist before setting you down on Baby’s hood. The cool metal under you sent a shiver down your spine, but you quickly warmed up, despite the fact that your clothes was rapidly getting pulled off your body, revealing increasing amounts of bare skin.

The green-eyed hunter let out a deep chuckle as you pulled out a condom from the back pocket of your small shorts, right before they were discarded on the floor. “Soooo I take it you knew this was gonna happen?” The smile on his lips sparked your confidence, making you able to shoot him a wink without blushing over his words. Instead, Dean seemed to be the one who’s cheeks were turning pink. After all this time, the tables had finally turned.

The moans that echoed through the garage when he pushed into you were sinful, filled with the longing and desire you had felt for each other for so long, finally letting all the pent up frustrations out.

The drags he made at first were slow and passionate, deep and loving, but as you started to push back against him, he sped up, his thrusts coming hard and fast, nailing your sweet spot over and over again. You wouldn’t last long, and with the pace he was setting, neither would he.

“I’m gonna come Baby, are you with me?”  The words were whispered in your ear, his thrusts becoming more erratic for every second, feeling you clenching down around him. He wasn’t the only one that was close.

The music blaring in the background, and the nearing of your release made it impossible for you to hear the door to the garage opening and closing again, before a very familiar voice resonated through the room, right as you both fell over the edge, plunging into the abyss of orgasmic bliss.

“What the hell guys? Could you just please put a sock on the door or something?!?!?”  

You squealed as you desperately tried to cover yourself up, Dean reacting quicker and yanking you down from Baby’s hood, putting you behind him, effectively shielding you off from Sam’s view, seeming to be indifferent to the fact that he was standing in front of his brother in all his naked glory, with come still dripping from the tip of his cock. It didn’t really matter though, ‘cause Sam was already headed back inside, informing you that he had gotten you some pizza for lunch, and complained about being scarred for life.

As you heard the door close behind the younger brother, Dean turned around, facing you, wearing a big grin on his face. “Soooo you planned all of this?” he said, cocking an eyebrow. You nodded silently, your confidence from before starting to wear off a bit. “Even the music?” Looking him right in the eyes, you let out a quiet confirmation, and he nodded with a small purse of his lips and lifted eyebrows, seemingly impressed by the amount of thought you put into it.

You saw the next question in his face before he let it run over his full lips. “What was up with that anyway? The music, you know.” You thought about it for less than a second before the answer came to you. “I guess I just felt like I would need it?” you replied, the tilt of Dean’s head letting you know that he didn’t understand what you meant. “You know, as Shakespeare wrote: “If music be the food of love, play on.””

And it sure as hell seemed to be.

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[freykugel]

I finally finished Suikoden III. And it was a huge stressful labor. Not even a labor of love. More like obligation? I was on a Suikoden high because I absolutely adore the first two games. And I’m a very forgiving person because if one aspect of the game is absolutely stellar I will move mountains to complete it. But SIII felt like work. I was getting tired. I literally was watching youtube videos of other things 70% of the game. I just really wanted to see if I’d appreciate it more now than I did when I first played it.

Because when I first completed it in like... 2010? I dunno. I had plenty of time. I just needed to go in order of release. Back then it was like just a lukewarm response. Eh it was okay now I can play Suikoden V.

And replaying it now I can’t understand how people love this game.

First off, the music. The music is absolutely lackluster. It’s mildly quirky at best and obnoxiously awful at worst. I don’t understand. Miki Higashino composed a beautiful and iconic soundtrack for the first two games and gave me high expectations. And I hear the Castlevania Symphony of the Night composer did a good chunk of it? But it’s all either so forgettable, awful, or just plain unfitting. I know there are a few duds in the first two game soundtracks but it kept me pumped up. It kept me interested. It made the game move fast. BUT NOT THIS ONE. One of the worst battle themes I’ve ever heard. The life blood of JRPGs is usually in the beautiful music but NOT THIS ONE. I’ve read how people gush over Duck Village and Vinay del Zexay BG music and I’m just--... Your taste is not my taste and that’s okay but the OST does not make me want to play.

Which made it so much more slow and awkward when the music actually LOWERS THE VOLUME DURING CUTSCENES. There’s no voice acting so why the fuck are they lowering the volume?! I don’t fucking understand. It makes it quiet/silent and slow moving. At the very least keep the music BLARING I DON’T FUCKING CARE HOW AWFUL IT IS don’t soften the music because they’re talking. This infuriated me like what the hell ass kind of logic was that?

But continuing on the music train, there is so much back tracking. The majority of the game is just repetitive trekking through the same goddamn forests and towns. Like I said the random encounters and backtracking would be mildly better with a kickass battle theme. But since it’s fucking awful this is made to be an infinitely more arduous chore. I know you can’t just pick and choose location points because it would make Viki irrelevant but FUCKING HELL. My blood pressure goes up just remembering it. Oh I’m out of money I have to fight treasure bosses. Except I’m at Lake Castle and the next location I have to go to is at Mountain Pass. ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE MAP. And the Mt Pass itself is fucking long with a winding path. FUCK. Viki’s presence was waaaay to short in the game. And yeah, she can only show up in chapter 4 because you can’t just have her teleport just one perspective character and no one else. And with no Blinking Mirror you’d still have to slog your way back home. GODDAMN.

Speaking of battle music, the battle system is obnoxious too. You can tell me all about how it brings an added strategic feature to it, like you pair up your melee and magic user so that your melee fighter can tank while your magic user drops their nuke. But fuck that, what if I want to use all six magical nukes. Nope can’t do that. And like what if I wanted Aila to use her Shield Rune while the rest of the group do their SFDF Unite attack? Nope.

And once upon a time I actually preferred the SIII war system because it gave me much more control over the characters. Flash forward to 2017. Nope. Nooooope. I spent more than a couple days with the small free time I had level grinding my fodder characters and raising their weapon levels so they won’t DIE in battle. But Frey, if your time is precious why didn’t you just stop playing? Well it’s tied into the Luc portion of the rant so hold on a moment.

Quick point to say FUCK THE FIXED CAMERA. I kept going back to the previous room or got stuck behind obstacles while I watched ANYTHING ELSE MORE INTERESTING THAN THIS.

Okay now we get into the story portion of the rant. I get what they were trying to do. I really do. I understand splitting the perspectives in three meant there’s going to be repetitive scenes. I understand they were trying to convey the greys of war and shit. BUT IT’S SUCH A WASTE OF TIME. I have already seen this let me skip. What did it add? Nothing only that the one perspective character missed out on some context. 

I do really like Chris and Geddoe less so but he’s okay. Unfortunately Hugo is the odd duck out so to speak. His story is short, boring, and doesn’t really add more to the context. It’s just a kid doing a job, he gets chased, his bestie gets killed, sees the baddies, and canonically he gets chosen to be the Flame Champion. And me being a stickler for canon always choose him to be FC because narratively it makes more sense for Chris to receive True Water from her father and Geddoe keep his True Lightning. But Hugo. Did. Nothing. To. Deserve. It. Like Tir gets shit tossed at him from the beginning and it was awful to have. Riou was forced into a battle against his best friend. Hugo? Rrrr Ironheads and shit.

Which is sad because his mom, Lucia, is the best character ever. Best mom.

Thomas I do actually adore. His chapters were a lovely break. But it could be because they’re short.

Hugo’s FC speech was awful. As charismatic as a slice of bread. Who the fuck can he unite. Nobody. Zexens and Grasslanders and everything in between. There’s so much bad blood between them and Hugo just whips out a few trite Shounen Manga words and then BAM they’re united? Awful awful. I don’t know what Chris or Geddoe say but I can’t imagine that they’d be any better.

I mean, to be fair, in SI and SII the protagonists were silent so they couldn’t even do a speech, but at least you could sort of fill in the blanks. Plus they had a beautiful supporting cast who were strong enough to create a charged atmosphere. Especially with the likes of Viktor and Flik. Here in SIII everyone is just mildly interesting or shitty. There’s no one really who was like FUCK YEAH and truly engaged the army or the player. Just. Mild.

Also let me just say Lulu pissed me off.I know he’s a kid but Louis literally bumped into him and said, “Oh excuse me. Pardon me.” And Lulu goes off on a racist rant about FUCKING IRONHEADS. Like I know you’re a kid and you’ve been raised like this but RNGESUS PLEASE he apologized after accidentally knocking you over. 

Caesar, boy, what a useless tactician haha. Everything he told you to do was common sense. And Albert? I hate Albert too. He makes me uncomfortable in the same way Lucretia did in SV in that he’s so omniscient about everything. Like the entire game was him setting up the dominoes and in the end knocking them down. Plus the ending blurbs on Caesar like, “All your efforts were for nothing el-oh-el because your bro was always one step ahead.”

Apple what the hell ass are your cameos. 

Jimba’s reveal as Chris’ father was terrible and unexplored.

Yun’s self sacrifice for the ritual left no impact. I have no idea why she left such a mark on Chris that she’s referred to in the ending blurbs. I don’t get it.

Okay now for the elephant in the room. Luc. I’ll be honest. I think I played through this entire fucking game because the fandom is enamored with Luc. And maybe it’s because I’m fucking old but I don’t understand it at all. Yeah, he had a semi-permanent spot in my party in SI and SII because of his powerful magic and it was less likely to fail. But what the fuck happened in SIII. In the first two games he was a shit head. He’s a jerk who dropped a golem on you in the first game for funsies and only stuck around because Leknaat told him to. He’s a petulant brat who only bothered to reveal his True Wind Rune because it was piss off Sasarai. But then in SIII all of a sudden he’s a tormented thirty year old man angsting about his existence and the visions he’s supposedly seeing about absolute order and silence. So he goes off to... destroy his Rune and soul so that Hirusaak can’t get all 27? What??? Am I missing something????? Like I would find the entire plot of SIII believable if his characterizations from the first two games were anywhere near close to the one in SIII. Except it’s not? All of a sudden he slam dunked himself into his emo phase? He’s not even acting like a shit lord? Just Crawling in my skin these wounds they will not heal. I don’t get it. Even after playing the Luc extra bonus chapter. Especially after playing it. Just LET’S SPARK A WAR BETWEEN TWO COUNTRIES TRYING TO SETTLE A PEACE TREATY SO WE CAN ENTICE HARMONIA INTO INVADING AND GRAB ALL THE TRUE ELEMENTAL RUNES. I just. What. I’m having such a difficult time just wrapping my mind around this idiot plot ball. Remember the bit where he was like JOIN ME HUGO/FC. SEE THE VISIONS YOU WILL BE TORMENTED WITH AS A TRUE RUNE HOLDER. Bluuuuh. I don’t know. I just don’t.

I didn’t bother with the plays. I didn’t bother with the baths. I didn’t even bother trying to get the Golden Hammer. Which is sad because I discovered new things with the older games when I replayed them. Cook-offs? Bath toys? Wow I just zoomed past them the first time around. But I was ready to be wash my hands of SIII. It’s not for me. I don’t understand the fandom.I don’t understand the love. But you do you and if you happen to adore the game that’s cool. But that’s not where I’m at.

I might have been super forgiving and loving towards this game if it were infinitely shorter. Like, SI definitely has its problems. You can’t sprint without a Holy Rune, the inventory system was fucked, and so many characters are such bullshit (I am the Window Man I live and breath windows here let me swap them out for you.). Even SII like Nanami I love her but I also hate her what the fuck Nanami why would you fake your death and hurt your brother like that. And all those bugs I GAVE YOU TWO SPINACH SEEDS WHY DID IT DISAPPEAR. But SI was short and sweet and SII had beautiful pixel graphics and popping characters. SIII had awkward bulky graphics, terrible music, and it DRAGGED ON FOREVER. Literally over 70 hours. I wasted 70 hours of my life. I can’t get them back. I just wanted to refresh my memory of it.

This was all my fault I know. I just wanted to rant.

Let me just say one good thing was that I do really like the added skills. It added an extra layer in creating a diverse team. Also with Support Characters I get extra help from NPCs who would otherwise just rot in HQ.

Okay I’m done.

#no one asked for my opinion #i'm sorry if it shows up in the tumblr search #i just really wanted to get this off my chest #vidya rambling

[sweetredbeans]

The Trio

In which I needed to write Knox, Lina, and Francis.

Francis wasn't paying attention to the world around him—busy listening to music and at least attempting to get through his Chemistry homework—so he nearly fell out of his chair at the VERY loud bang at his window. And then he nearly had a heart attack as he looked up, hearing Britton gasp behind him, to see a white face framed in the window. Right up until he recognized Knox's leering smile.

“Man,” he breathed, going over to open the window for him, “You nearly killed me.”

“I told you I was coming over sometime,” Knox replied pleasantly, pulling himself up onto the sill, the smile never leaving his face.

“Yeah, but I thought you'd do that like a normal person.”

“Are you kidding Francis? You expected KNOX to be NORMAL?” The twins turned to see Lina's head pop up in the window, and in a second the short girl was also in the room.

Francis just shrugged in response, and looked halfway between nonplussed and happy when Knox threw an arm over his shoulders, “C'mon Franny—we're going out!”

“Out?” Britton's voice spoke up, looking at the three of them nervously.

“And,” Lina continued right over Britton, “We figured that you,” she pointed at him, “Would be less likely to be unhappy about this given the proper peace offering. So we brought you one.” She turned and stuck her head back out the window, and a second later she was helping a slightly distressed Ryan tumble into the room.

Unlike Lina and Knox, who seemed to have climbed the tree outside effortlessly and without a hair or piece of clothing out of place, Ryan was slightly flushed, and was rubbing his knee where he'd scraped it when he slipped getting up, “Um...hi Britton.” He waved shyly, the blush on his cheeks darkening, “I swear they kidnapped me I wasn't meaning to just drop in on you like this...”

But Britton obviously didn't care, and had already fussed his way straight to Ryan, seeing how he was wincing at his knee, “Are you okay Ryry?”

“Just a scrape...”

“Aaaaaand with the two lovebirds all settled in, we are OUT,” Lina was already straddling the window again, “C'mon Franny.”

Francis looked torn, switching his gaze back and forth between the security of his room and the promise of adventure outside. But his mind was made up officially when Knox linked elbows with him and practically skipped to the window, “Let's go!”

Watching Lina and Knox get down the tree was an experience. Knox had, as he called it, “Carnie Skills” which somehow meant he was basically an entire backstage freakshow all to himself,, bending and weaving through the branches, and Lina had no fear, parkouring across branches, and just jumping from the last one. Francis on the other hand, took just a little bit of coaxing to get down, and he was sure it didn't look as impressive as either of the other two's.

But they didn't comment, and once on the ground he was met with two enormous grins, and both of them linked arms with him in the middle and set off down the rapidly darkening street.

“Where are we going?”

“Well...” Lina started, “I'll let my good friend Knox explain.”

“Oh no, no, no, Lina you must be the one to do it.”

“No I insist.”

Knox rolled his eyes while Lina just smiled, obviously teasing, “Well to begin with, we have to do something about your wardrobe.”

Francis looked down at his white shirt—no longer crisp after a day of school, but not bad, “What's wrong with my wardrobe?”

“Oh come on Francis,” Lina squeezed his arm, “Compared to Knox and me you look like the straightest-edged boring kid in the world.”

“Which we know you're not,” Knox added.

“Of course,” Lina agreed, “But you've gotta spice it up a little. Even just a little accessorizing.”

“So, first stop is the mall to do just that.”

“Oh...kay,” Francis took a second as they were walking to really look at his friends, and he couldn't deny that their description had some validity. Lina had her customary death's head t-shirt on over a tight black shirt, and a short skirt over black leggings. Her typical “bad girl” look, only emphasized by her perfect mascara and winged eyeliner and the punky hairstyle that she wore to show off the purple streaks in her hair. Freak's hair was just as outlandish, showing off the shaved side, and his makeup was just as on point. However, instead of purple, he was dark red themed, all tight black and leather, which, Francis couldn't help noting, looked really good on him.

In fact, they both looked really good—compared to them he was actually kind of boring, vanilla, regular-old dull Francis Jones. That thought almost made him want to just stop walking and go right back home to Britton, but that wasn't really an option because as soon as they felt him pause, Lina and Knox just tightened their grips.

“Don't you fret,” Knox said, smiling at him, “You're going to have fun.”

Once they got into the mall, Francis relaxed a little more—he'd been here enough picking out things with his brother. In fact, they walked right past the clothing store where they'd gotten their choir things, bright lights and white, clean-pressed clothes hanging in the windows.

The store that Knox and Lina brought him to was completely different. Not on the main corridor, it was tucked down a dark hallway. The windows were draped with black crepe and lace, displaying clothes that were exactly what Francis imagined made up the entirety of Knox's wardrobe.

“You go ahead,” Knox interrupted his thoughts as he spoke to Lina, “We'll catch up.”

Lina untangled her arm from Francis', smiling, “Only the best.”

Francis opened his mouth to ask what the heck was going on, but then Knox was dragging him into the bathroom as Lina disappeared into the store.

“Stand still, 'kay?” Knox said as he positioned Francis next to the counter.

“What are...” he started, but his protest died as he saw the small makeup bag that his friend pulled from some pocket, “Oh.”

“I'm not going to do anything fancy, and if you don't like it we can take it right off again, all right?” Knox pulled out an eyeliner pen, waiting for Francis to agree.

“All...right,” he slowly nodded.

Knox grinned, “Close your eyes.”

Francis obliged, but instinctively pulled away at the weird feeling of the pen on his skin. He heard Knox chuckle, “Have to stay still my sweet.” And that was enough to make Francis blush, but also keep still through the soft press of the pen around his eyes.

“Keep 'em shut,” Knox said as he finished up the eyeliner, and then there was a soft pressure on Francis' eyelids, followed but just a pat on his cheeks.

“Hmmm...that should do for now,” he felt Knox's warm hands on his shoulders turning him around, “Open up.”

Francis opened his eyes, and found himself face-to-face with his reflection. Knox had been right—it wasn't anything fancy. The makeup was subtle—just a little bit of a purple shimmer to his eyelids, a soft pink blush on his cheeks, and a small line around his eyes—but it looked good. It drew attention to his baby blue eyes, made his cheeks look a little softer. He couldn't help blushing properly though as Knox rested his chin on his shoulder.

“What do you think?”

“It's...I...I like it...” Francis said quietly, and Knox's smile only got bigger.

Walking into the store really did feel like stepping into another world. It was dark, and there was something distinctly metal playing on the speakers although the volume wasn't to bad. A girl that Francis could only describe as “goth” was sitting with her combat boots up on the counter.

Lina sprang at them as soon as they came in, a stack of clothes in her arms, “Ooooh you look nice Francis. Here.” She tossed the clothes into his arms, “Only shirts and accessories—go try them on. If you don't like anything there's pleeeenty more to find.” She grinned.

And he very shortly found himself in a dressing room that was remarkably normal considering the store it was in. He set down the pile of shirts and stuff that Lina had brought and slowly began to sort through it. Most of the things just—weren't him. Too dark, even considering that he was out hanging with Lina and Knox.

But then there was one thing that stood out to him. It was a T-shirt, or had been in a past life. It was now a tank-top with slightly ripped sleeves. The picture on it was a purple rose, but it looked like it had been dipped in too much paint—purple lines streamed down from the petals, forming intricate designs before they ended.

Slowly he pulled it over his head, and then stared into the mirror, a small smile forming.

He added to his outfit with a dark leather jacket, warm and soft, before taking a deep breath and stepping out.

Knox and Lina had been chatting with the girl at the counter, but they both turned to stare at him—and he couldn't deny that he liked their expressions.

After a second, Knox whistled, “I knew you'd look good in black.”

“Daaaaaym,” Lina stretched out the word, nodding, “No kidding.”

That however was enough to make him blush again, pulling on the collar of his jacket to cover his face, which just made his two friends smile.

“We'll take it,” Lina said to the girl behind the counter, as Knox took Francis' hand, leading him back towards the door.

“Wait...don't we have to pay for this...?” Francis tugged at his jacket.

“Nah. Gloria and I go waaaay back,” Lina waved at the girl behind the counter, who didn't even look up as she responded.

“Yeah, you've always been a pain. Now get out I want to close.”

Lina laughed, and pulled Francis and Knox out of the store, “Gloria's a riot.” Seeing Francis' nervous expression, she added, “I really did pay for stuff, don't worry Franny. And Gloria really doesn't mind; we've been friends for like 10 years.”

“Okay...” he visibly relaxed, right up until he realized they definitely weren't leaving the mall the same way they had gone in, “Where are we headed now then?”

“Well, normally my ramblings have been unfortunately censored by my age,” Lina said, “But thanks to Knox...” she reached into a pocket and retrieved two cards, which she waved in Francis' face, “We are now free to go aaaaanywhere we want.”

Francis grabbed on of the cards, and was startled to see his own face looking back at him, “These are...fake I.D.s?”

“Mhmm,” Lina nodded.

“I swear, we're not taking you anywhere terrible, but these just make getting into everywhere a little...easier.”

“Oh...” Francis wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that, but Lina nudged him gently, “We don't have to use them if you don't want to—and we're not tonight.”

He nodded, and let the two of them lead him down the road towards some flashing lights and the sound of a thrumming bass.

The dance club wasn't somewhere Francis would normally be, and wearing his crisp white shirt and bow tie he definitely would have stood out. But in his new jacket, flanked by Knox and Lina, nobody gave him a passing glance—or, rather, nobody gave him an unflattering glance. The trio definitely received their fair share of lecherous eyes, although nobody bothered them as Knox led the way towards the dance floor.

The music was loud enough the Francis could feel the bass in the souls of his shoes, thrumming through the floorboards and up into his bones. Also a bit of a difference from his normal pop and show tunes.

He was too busy taking in the atmosphere to realize that both Knox and Lina had started dancing, swaying and pulsing to the music next to him.

“Come on Franny!” Lina grinned, taking his hand and spinning him around. He stumbled, just a bit, and suddenly found himself running into Knox's chest.

“Oh...hi,” Francis tried to pull back, but Knox didn't let him, draping his arms over his shoulders.

“May I have this dance?” he whispered against Francis' ear, which the blond found to be kind of a rhetorical question since Knox, at least, was already dancing—his body undulating with the beat in a way Francis was sure that he would never be able to emulate without years of practice.

“Um...okay.” At first his motions were stiff and jerky, honestly barely moving.

Knox chuckled quietly, murmuring, “Just relax and feel the music~”

“I can't,” Francis protested, and suddenly Knox's forehead was resting on his, their noses almost brushing, and the rest of the room faded as he stared into his friend's piercing blue eyes.

“Just relax,” he whispered again, slowly letting his eyelids fall shut as he moved with the music.

Francis slowly took a deep breath, and let his inhibitions slide away, feeling the beat, feeling Knox's body against his, and forgetting about anybody else.

It was fun, once he stopped worrying. After a few minutes, Lina broke them apart, and they danced as a trio for awhile, before Francis got tired. His stamina wasn't enough to keep up with his friends' dancing just yet, so he slipped over to a table, resting his head on his hand while he watching the two of them on the dance floor. They were amazing—perfectly matching the lights and music as they spun around each other, sometimes spiraling together, sometimes flinging apart. Intricate and beautiful.

At the end of the song, they wound their way through the crowd back to his table, “You all tired out Franny?” Lina teased gently, leaning against him.

Knox just smiled, “Well it is late after all.”

“For you maybe,” Lina laughed, “But let's get you sleepyheads home.” She grabbed both of their hands and led them back out of the club. It was dark outside, and a little chilly, so Francis was glad of his new coat—and even more glad when he somehow wound back in between Lina and Knox, with Knox's arm on his shoulders and Lina's around his waist as they chatted and laughed their way back to Francis' house.

Francis was the first one up through the window, and so he got to grin at Ryan and Britton, who were cuddled up on top of Britton's bed just being absolutely adorable.

“Awwwww, you guys are so cute,” he said, making both of them turn varying shades of red and pink as Knox came tumbling through the window after him, yawning.

“Hey guys,” he said, and then grabbed a pillow and blanket off of Francis' bed and was asleep on the floor in thirty seconds flat, making all of them, including Lina who was now sitting on the windowsill, stare.

“I guess...he's staying then?” Francis shrugged, looking at Lina, “What about you?”

“Nah—y'all have your manly sleepover and I'll see you in the morning. Assuming you're staying, Ryan?”

“Um...” Ryan pulled on his hoodie, looking at Britton, “Um...do you mind?”

“Mnmm,” Britton shook his head, emphasized by the fact that he'd never stopped hugging his new boyfriend, “'Sides I'm too sleepy to move.”

Lina nodded, “A'ight—have fun you guys!” And she disappeared.

Ryan slowly snuggled back down with Britton, “I like your outfit Francis,” he said.

Francis looked in the mirror, spinning around on his heel, “Yeah...I do too.”

#seaspear #my ships are showing I'm sorry #I had a ship name for these three #but I can't remember what it was #so just The Trio #Edit: #THEY WERE CALLED DETENTRIO #THANK YOU BUBBLE

[quowreadspact]

Bonds 1.3

I feel like making another post before starting my homework haha rip. I read my last 2 posts and I feel like I’m not saying enough so I’ll try to beef it up here. As always, thanks for reading. 

It was hard to sum up my feelings as the van drove up the long driveway to Hillsglade House.  It was supposed to be sanctuary, but it felt like the opposite. 

The house is obviously important. It is a safe space for Blake/grandma/Molly, yet Molly was killed even though she had the house for safety. I guess she would have to leave the house for food sometimes though. Probably means it is still dangerous even when it is light out, since it would be easy to be home before dark.  Hm. He felt like he was being watched earlier when he was here, 4 months ago. I suppose the house may be safe, but the area around it very very very dangerous, more so than in other places, hence why he doesn’t feel like it feels “like a sanctuary”

The container opened.  Two keys rattled within.  One was older, the other a standard door key.

That older key is verrrry ominous. The key to cool/dangerous/magic stuff in the house? Or some other place? Maybe Molly went to the place where the key unlocked and on the way she got hurt?

I slowly opened and closed my hand.  The cut throbbed in the wake of the movement.  “I can move my fingers.  It’s not the injury that’s spooking me, here.  Those things were dirty, their fingernails especially, and they got me a few times.

They weren’t human I’d be more worried about them slowly draining you like they did with your your nice landlord’s car’s gas tank. I guess there is nothing he can do about that though...

I didn’t feel like answering that one.  “They weren’t for me.  It was for a friend.  This’ll be the first time stitching myself up.”

Blake this girl is literally gonna be your only friendly face for awhile just tell her build trust etc etc this will bite you in the ass later. 

Just off the top of my head, maybe she announced that she picked her heir, but she doesn’t let everyone know that the heir has stepped down.  Meaning we’d lose all of the protections and resources we’d have, but we’d still be in just as much trouble.

Ugh what a bad situation. Leave it all and maybe get hurt anyways, or stay and get hurt. Another thing to think about is that if he leaves it gets passed on. What happens if they all die or opt out? Bad shit? Granny deals with bad shit in the afterlife?  

Don’t say a word.  There are only so many places with mirrors in the house.  What were you thinking about?

Rose can get stuff that is reflected in her mirrors? Interesting... do they stay in real life or what? 

When Rose replied, her voice was quiet.  “I have to disagree with you there.  They support me.  Supported me, past tense, I guess.” 

Wow so Blake’s parents would have been supportive if he was a girl. Because they wanted money. How awful...  

It took me two tries to find the keyhole.  Tucked in the corner just beneath one shelf, at bellybutton level.

The key required a fair bit of effort to turn, and rewarded me with an audible, heavy click.

Blake is very intelligent but wow I thought I was gonna have to wait awhile to find out where the key went. I guess Molly never figured it out.

On Others.  Editions from 1964 through 2012 were lined up on the shelf.  Thicker texts.

So many books! About magic stuff! Here is where we will learn the rules of this universe. Also there were many book titles, but this one stood out to me as one they should read NOW. The bird mask things were probably others. The 2 people in the vision were preparing to hunt others too, and it sounds complicated. 

I sat back while I watched her take it all in.  In the frame of the mirror, she turned and walked over to a bookcase, picking up a book.

No effect on my end, I noted.

That answers my earlier question. Neat.

The papers included one pile of legal documents, virtually identical to the ones I’d left downstairs, only they were addressed to Molly, with some changes in wording here and there.

What caught my eye, however, was the letter.

Oh looks like Molly did find the room! But she still died anyways. I assume it gets waaaay harder for poor Blake now. 

However, all things have a price, and it is impossible to become rich, powerful, wise or strong without paying in some form.  For this reason, among others, practitioners rarely ascend to any great status and remain there.  But our predecessors tried, they accrued a karmic debt, and they have passed it on to their children, and their children’s children, and so on down the line. 

Confirmed magic rule: power requires payment. At least one form of payment is karma. I wonder what bad karma does. 

Beings as long-lived as powerful Others have trouble telling us apart, when we live and die so quickly and when we often look the same, and it helps to establish a pedigree or pattern.  Some have ornaments of office, others carry on with seventh sons.  We use daughters, and we keep to a smaller community.  If they call you Rose, Elizabet, Frances, Esther, Ruth, I recommend you take it in stride.  You are, as of now, simply one piece of a long thread. 

Okay so we finallly get some explanation as to why granny wanted a girl as heir. Others would only recognize girls so they would target a girl and granny didn’t want to leave them with no protection. Okay. Makes sense. But why game the system and bring Blake into it? Does Blake have a lot of potential or something? (Also it wouldn't let me put the quote line after this, so I’ll use bullet points for the rest of this. Tumblr is weird sometimes.)

Break a promise or an oath, and you will be forsworn, and you will be stripped of every protection afforded to even the common, ignorant people that decorate this Earth.  On finishing Essentials, awaken yourself. 

And a concrete explanation of title! Sorta.

You gain their services, and they gain a chance to be mortal, even if it is a small mortalhood, in addition to whatever other terms you negotiate.  Do not allow your familiar to take the form of a rat or dog. 

I assume Granny’s cat was her familiar. I wonder why it should not take the form of rat or dog? I honestly have no idea why. 

5.  Find a good man to marry.  By this, I don’t mean that he should be decent and kind.  Such may be a detriment.  You will need an ally in this, and a man who can support you in more mundane matters will give you strength in this world.   

I’m sure it doesn’t literally have to be a man, right? Don’t see why it has to be. Anyways Blake smh it says RIGHT THERE that you won’t marry for love so it doesn’t matter if you are as straight as a rod. 

 See our bloodline to the end of the fifth year with less of a debt than we had at the start of your custodianship.  I’m hoping you can see this through until the end of your lifetime, but I can only focus on these next five years and hope you are on the right road. 

So he is in it for the long haul. I know this story is shorter than Worm, so I expect either major time skips or him dying/bowing out early. 

“We’re allies, Blake.  Allies, understand?  Look, the letter said a magic user can’t lie, right?  I’m a unicorn from outer space, and I can’t speak English.  See?” 

I mean she has a point Blake. Calm down. I’m sorry you had issues with your parents but she is your ally! You need to help each other!

Pacts and Prices 

Title drop! Kinda. And wow these are the dark books and wow she wrote them. Granny I thought you were trying to lower a karmic debt. I feel like grandma is still hiding something. 

We will see later, I am sure

#text #bonds 1.3

[enlit12ww]

August 27, 2017

Rick and I really need a break, naturally we went to a spa, not an earth spa but an alien spa. [1] Rick’s small treat to avoid suffering a mental breakdown. We had almost died for the eighth time this month and the last time we survived only through sheer luck. Thinking about it now, probably running through the scenario again I would doubt we would live through it a second time, it was that close. Like I love Rick but sometimes f*ck that old geezer…I mean I wouldn’t have survived that situation if not for him, or many situations in general but I wouldn’t be in mortal peril as much I guess. Sometimes I wanna just be my own man I guess and make it big on my own in the normal world, I doubt I could but I’d at least like the opportunity…anyway our next therapy session is coming up, a “detoxifying” whatever that means, I hope it goes well.

August 29, 2017

Wooo! That detoxifier machine really fixed me up I feel waaaay great. All my insecurities, self-loathing and doubts just whoosh, wee-woo-wee-woo gone in a flurry of blinking lights. I don’t know how it did it but I can’t complain with the results, golly! To prove it today I just walked up to Jessica, my flower, my ray of sunshine, the girl I’ve crushed on since entering high school, and asked her on a date. Glad I finally did because she said yes! She said she noticed a positive shift in my character. To be honest I don’t know why I haven’t done this before, I think I’ve had it in me all this time. Probably limitations! We are addicted to our own limitations, to realize and free myself from my limitations just feels so liberating. I really think I���m starting to become healthier ever since that spa visit, I’ve been eating organic, talking to Rick more about positive things such as music, making more friends around school…gosh life is great. Life is a highway! I wanna ride it all night longggg!

November 18, 2017

Okay it’s been a long while since my last entry since a lot happened. Apparently how the detoxifier worked was that it literally separated our definitions of toxicity from our bodies and stored them in a toxic world within a tanker so that they could never plague us again. Neato. That should have been the end of the story.

Rick took the detoxifier tank back to the lab to re-merge with his toxic self, also encouraging me to re-merge with my own toxic self. I love that silly old man but he’s honestly a little over his head on this one, claiming that he’s responsible for his toxic self and that it’s his moral obligation to care for it. I can appreciate that his heart is in the right place, but that just doesn’t seem healthy to me. Toxic Rick is everything Rick hates about himself, crude, egotistic, controlling, and too attached to his family. Toxic Morty—he’s like the embodiment of self-hatred, uncertainty, doubt and weakness. [2]

I’m better and happier the way I am now versus what I was before, taking that away from me wouldn’t be healthy either. Rick managed to re-merge with his toxic self with little difficulty, when he turned to me though I did the only logical thing to do which was freeze Rick with his freeze ray before he could initiate the procedure and run away from my family. I thought it would be hard but hey easiest thing I’ve ever done. My healthy self is worth any means to protect. I took the tanker with me too just in case Rick should genius his way into a new means to re-merge me. He should defrost in about a month’s time, he really makes his inventions too good to be true.

Looking past that, I’m finally doing it though, making my own way in the world as I know it on my own. Jessica dumped me on our first date but that’s what dating’s about! No spark, no problem. I’ve recently begun working as a stock broker and business has been booming. Recently landed my biggest sale yet a week ago and that propelled me to be able to purchase this beautiful penthouse apartment in New York. Things are really looking up. [3]

December 2, 2017

Okay…no big deal but for the past week I seem to have misplaced the tanker. [4] My girlfriend Jacqueline who’s just recently moved in admits she fiddled around with it a bit out of curiosity but left it. She can’t find it either. Whoo okay no reason to panic. I’m still atop of my game. Calm, cool, capable confident Morty, that’s what I’ve been for the past 5 months and that’s how I plan to stay for the rest of my life. Any setbacks that come my way can be dealt with, even Rick. At this point the only person who could hold me back from achieving any more is myself which I find unlikely given the state of me right n---- (the paragraph ends here, blood staining the page blotching some other words)

December 3, 2017

Uhm hey, I guess I’m Morty now [5], even though I don’t wanna be…I’m more like a piece of sh*t…. The real Rick finally found me, guess it’s was pretty easy because like, I’m just too weak and incapable to do anything against anyone, much less a god like Rick. He saw what I did to the other Morty, and he wasn’t happy at all--- not that I expect anyone to be happy with me. Says he doesn’t have enough f*cks to give anymore. I think he moved to another reality to find another Morty ---I guess it serves me right, no one should have to suffer to put up with me. I guess I’m stuck as Morty till I die now though, which I hope is really soon.

1 POV is told through the lens of Morty Smith, the grandson of Rick and the protagonist of the show Rick and Morty, he represents the character of Filiberto in Chac-Mool

2 Toxic Morty represents the Chac-Mool following the “gay story” interpretation of Chac-Mool; Toxic Morty is Morty’s literal shadow made flesh, just as the Chac-Mool represented Filiberto’s shadow of homosexuality. The Chac-Mool in the original text is an ancient Mexican statue made by the local tribes.

3 A small reference in the episode to Wolf of Wall Street and later on American Psycho.

4 The tanker represents Chac-Mool in its statue form, Toxic Morty being the embodiment of the Chac-Mool.

5 Reference to the gay interpretation of Chac-Mool where in the end the Indian the narrator meets at the door is a “new-self” of Filiberto.

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