#“Pass the baton”

[duchesskatriel]

2. Dream

[lotus-pear]

the dialogue choices in this game should be more diabolical

[hansdevice]

forget the swap forget daniel's message... oscar wrote a whole paragraph on his visor

[duckiemimi]

i hate myself so much rn.

[cureviolet]

Mahou Tsukai Episode 49-50 tonal whiplash

[phantom-chirp]

One of the funniest moments from my P5R playthrough to me was when I got Ren stuck in a time loop playing darts with Akechi because I managed to get his 2nd baton pass rank first try then failed miserably getting rank 3 for an hour and a half of reloading the save

While doing so, I had assumed that Akechi's dart AI was coded to only hit bullseyes due to the fact he consistently hit 3 bullseyes every round almost the entire time. I say almost, because there was a single time he got a score other then 150

He hit exactly 151

[avephelis]

recently finished a hardcore monotype grass nuzlocke and since basil the leafeon absolutely carried i had to capture his glory

also had some insane shiny luck which was. very unlike me.

[sleepnoises]

in college i lived in a house/dorm with a monthly newsletter that went up in the bathroom stalls. i made title art for it with little seasonal variations—very silly title art ofc. i just today got an email from a current student asking if they could use that art for house merch this year... yes a million times yes but also I'm so impressed that the google drive access was successfully handed over so long!!!

[deadrlngers]

haters are so funny. it was supposed to be ciri all along. if you really thought tw4 would still have geralt as the protagonist instead of ciri idk what to tell you

[alrightsnaps]

it's very telling that shondaland only deigned to include simone and jonny in promo to serve another couple’s season and popularity...same couple that got most of their season's pr anyway

[raimi]

Thinking about the Pass The Baton AU... I think I know where to start writing now :)

(AU summary: Everyone in the party is looping, but not at the same time. Every loop, the "looper" role shifts to someone else, and for the duration of that loop that person is the only one who remembers previous loops.)

[mettywiththenotes]

Hana in the background over Izuku is funny to me because how long have we been saying Tomura and Izuku have the sibling cain instinct. And now we have Hana, Tomura's sister, and her words echoed with Izuku, who somehow has sibling energy with Tomura

Not to mention that Hana brought both comfort and hurt to Tenko, and Izuku does/is going to do the same thing. He's hurt Tomura but now he's going to comfort him

[castlebyersafterdark]

its a cosy evening and mike's sprawled on the couch when he notices will pad past out of the corner of his eye. he cranes his head back (tiny apartment, open plan) and sees will's head disappear as he bends down to get something out of the fridge. mike heaves up and sleepily crosses to the kitchen but stops short when he notices will's bare legs beneath one of mike's old t shirts. he's wearing thick winter socks but his legs are bare? isnt he cold? mike's eyes keep travelling upwards in disbelief as will crosses to put a tub of ice cream down on the counter. he still hasnt noticed mike. he reaches up to get a bowl, and mike watches more and more bare skin be revealed as the t shirt rides up when he reaches to the highest shelf.

will turns around with his little bowl he likes for ice cream in his hand and goes to get a spoon. mike is about to apologise for creeping up on will like this but will seems totally unfazed, smiling sweetly at mike as he scoops out his ice cream. at this point mike finds that he has walked across the tiny kitchen and is lifting the hem of will's shirt up, over his thighs, and all that's happening is just more and more bare skin is being revealed, until the round swell of his ass is completely exposed. mike opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. will turns away to put the scoop in the sink.

when he turns back to collect his bowl of ice cream, mike is still standing there, eyes moving from will's face to his crotch, infuriatingly hidden beneath mike's long-but-not-that-long-actually shirt. mike finally manages to get out a 'I... I... y-you... you've got... you're not...'

what happens next?

Will brings the first spoon of ice cream to his mouth and slowly lets the sweet treat melt onto his tongue. Mike watches him with his own tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. They've been together for years. You'd think he'd be used to seeing Will in his favored state of undress padding around their shared living space, but - never. He never will. How can anyone get used to something like this?

Bare legs. Cheeky little grin as he brings a second spoon up to his lips. The hem of the borrowed (stolen) shirt ridden up over where Mike pushed it over his hip, exposing all that thigh and swell of ass. Mike's hand trails soft and loving over that flesh, warm palm fitted right where it belongs, holding Will and mapping his body. Will take a third scoop, like he's teasing, waiting for Mike to do something. As the spoon leaves his lips again, Mike leans down and steals a kiss, quick, but lingering enough to get a taste. Tongue darts out to lick sweet vanilla from plush, cool lips, hot against Will's mouth. Tastes the chocolate that's swirled into the ice cream, too. Not as sweet as Will.

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Far from empty, the bowl is set aside as Will slips his hands around Mike's waist. He's got an appetite for something different now. Mike opens his mouth to say something more, and the words continue to stick in his throat. Tip toes. Arms wound tighter. Cool, sweet and sticky lips pressed to dry ones. Mike can respond this way, where words aren't needed. Licks the flavors from Will's mouth, presses him further against the counter. Feels how Will is growing hard under that thin swatch of cotton. Is he even wearing anything under there?

Mike presses kisses down Will's neck as his hand reaches under the shirt to find out the situation. Ah. Soft, almost silky fabric meets his hands. His fingers slip over the smooth cup of the jock, tracing the growing bulge and running fingers under the wide band that crosses his crotch and hips. Tease. Unbelievable tease. He kisses Will deeply then pulls away, sinking to his knees. Will lifts the hem of the shirt up on instinct, breath heavy as Mike mouths at the light, baby blue fabric, but doesn't slide it aside to taste skin. Will lets the shirt drop over Mike's head, a safe tent of sensuality. Mike sucks on the snug jock, tongue tracing the taut garment framing Will's sack and mouths upwards to leave a damp path up the length of the clothed cock filling up under his exploration.

Will sighs and tips his head back, bracing himself for the retaliation for his teasing, tantalizing excuse of an outfit. He wasn't even planning on doing anything until he had his snack and then joined Mike on the couch for some fun. Fun was being had, tons of fun come early. Well, not come early. He wanted more. He'd let Mike set the pace, let him play with him, explore. He was in no rush. Small moans and whimpers leave his throat as Mike bobbed and sucked him, having pulled his cock out of the cup of the jock. Slow and steady. All the time in the world.

Before he could get too into it, Mike was pulling away. He left the jock tucked right under Will's saliva damp cock and pressed a kiss or two or three or a dozen at the exposed part of the base, then slipped it back inside the light blue confines. He tapped Will's thigh.

"Turn around."

Didn't have to tell Will twice.

Mike scooted back, enough for Will to spin in place, thick socks aiding him in turning in a smooth flourish to face the counter, giggling at the speed in which everything so suddenly changed. Mike rose up for a moment, and plastered himself to Will's back. Will braced his hands on the edge of the counter, bending where Mike covered his body and ground his own hardness into Will's backside. Mike grabbed the globes of Will's ass and kneaded, jiggling the exposed cheeks barely covered by the long shirt. He pressed his filling cock between them, moaning low as his sweatpants clad cock nestled into its favorite space. He slid and rutted gently and pressed Will's ass around him, indulging in the body he adored and loved so much.

"Feel that, Will? Feel what you do to me?"

"Yeah," he breathed. "You gonna fuck me here? Wore this for you."

"And I love it, really love it. You look so good, love. Later." Back to his knees, Mike flipped the hem of the shirt up and tucked it into the top band of the jock to keep it in place. "Finish your ice cream, babe. Got my own snack."

Will laughed into the air at the comment, fondly rolling his eyes, and reached for the discarded bowl and spoon. Can do.

He moaned into the first bite of ice cream as Mike pulled his body close and settled, parting those perfectly rounded cheeks and pressed inside the crease with familiar ease, wasting no time getting a taste. He licked one long stripe up the core of Will, tongue flat and firm across his hole. Will moaned and whined like it was ice cream made of pure bliss, pleasure instead provided entirely from the dedicated feasting happening from Mike's place on the kitchen floor.

Swirling tongue, sealed lips pulling at his rim and making his legs shake. Mike prodded the point of his tongue at the twitching hole and licked and licked and hummed into that soft, hot skin, slipping inside and out again, unpredictable patterns of worship. Will's sock-clad feet slid wider as Mike ate him out like he'd been gifted a gourmet desert. Might as well have been.

The television could be heard in the short distance to the living room and the sounds of the city outside added a distant hum. Will whimpered and moaned louder than the wet, slick sound of tongue and lips devoted to rocking his entire world.

"Finished," Will gasped out and tossed the empty bowl into the sink. The spoon followed with a clatter. He licked his lips and wished Mike was there to lick the sweetness lingering on his mouth instead.

Not that much though. Mike was in the perfect position.

"Well, I'm not," Mike growled into the skin of his ass and bit gently at the tender spot right beside Will's entrance.

He pressed back in, nose dragging down the crease as he licked and prodded, causing Will's legs to continue shaking with pleasure. Will flattened out, chest to the counter as his ass stuck out more. He pressed a palm to his crotch and massaged his strained, aching cock still trapped in the jock. Mike took hold of Will's waist to still him, keep him standing as his stand widened more as Mike took him apart like a man denied decadence until that very feast.

Better than ice cream. Better than anything.

🍑🍨😘

[quirinah]

eclipse

[curioscurio]

I DIDNT REALIZE YOU COULE USE YOUR THIRD EYE DURING DARTS !!