#((*Drags self up* Yoooo))

[fully-caulked-wagon]

Some of my favourite lines from my plans for shitty One Piece / Zosan drawings + fanfics Part 4

Ah, the bitch posts for the first time in a millennia and it's just one of these again. Top of my game. basically just a magical baby acquisition fic, woohoo? - Woohoo. and there's just a fucking baby hangin out kinda slumped over sanji's leg - Aw man, how'd that get there? they don't really pay much attention to that anyway cause like - a baby just fucking spawned in front of them and they're mostly focusing on that part, right - I mean, I feel like if I touched a statue and a baby just materialised on my leg, I'd be pretty concerned also. they come back out and are just kinda like 'we found this' and hold the baby up - Me when the local plant life and I team up to locate a magic infant. and luffy goes 'booo~! sanji brought back a baby, we can't eat that~! …or can we?-' - 🤨 'since of course same-sex couples were frowned on in those days. and by frowned on i mean that they would be stoned to death, but regardless.' - Yoooo, Robin telling it like it is. 'you made a big deal when you made a fucking child' - Zoro hates children question mark exclamation mark?! zoro is like 'you just fucking said it was an accident, how do i have any more part in raising that thing than you! just fucking put it back or something, i don't know!' sanji is like 'first of all! we can't just send them back to where they came! can we…?' and robin smiles like 'no, i don't believe there's a way to unbirth the child' - No post magical statue birth abortions today boys, R.I.P. zoro tries to object but a couple of the crew, maybe nami usopp franky and luffy kinda boo and jeer at him and zoro huffs and he's kinda like 'so, uh… baby that materialised out of weird cult magic… did you ask to be born?' - Booo, boooo! Ask the baby existential questions! franky snaps a finger then a tiny hand comes out of his big hand and snaps a finger again and his hair turns into a snapping finger - Bro's emoting into the 6th dimension, what the fuck. while zoro goes 'even if i don't want the fake magic spawn here, doesn't mean i'm gonna kill it. i'm not that dumb or violent.' sanji kinda smirks like 'and people say you aren't self aware' zoro's just like 'die.' - Oof. and luffy's like 'alright! sanji'll be the best katniss gargoyle you've ever had!' usopp's just like 'not even close' - 🤨🤨 chopper goes 'it's kitsune guardian, luffy' he's like 'that's what i said! sanji's already got all that stuff you said. he's super strong, super nice, he's 21 and umm… what was that last one?' zoro smirks like 'virgin' and sanji's like 'oi.' and luffy's like 'that too! super virgin.' - basically, dude's gotta have a few specific qualities to fulfil the role he straight up got dragged into and those were it. also: 🤨🤨🤨⁉️⁉️ nami just konks him over the head again and now he's got two head injuries (🥳) - 🥳 then the elders are kinda just like '… his name, please.' sanji's like 'three brain cell style.' '…' 'algae' '…' 'the green one' '…' - Roronoag Zorgo 👍 immediately the crew are kinda like 'woah' then like 'awoooga. hoh-uh hoh-uh. wink wink nudge nudge cough cough hack' right - Humina humina. and sanji's a bit on fire, just a little - Oopsy doodles. and sanji straight up just rams a sandal in his mouth at mach 4 speed glaring pure death - Nyoom.

[terriblygrimm]

yoooo my gender neutral dudes! i just realized (i knew but i never knew you know?) upon rewatch (for the fifteenth time) that during ben and vader’s fight, ben beautifully begins to match vader. i was so excited with everything else that happened within their reunion that it didnt really hit me until recently. let me explain!

so up until this moment they’ve been playing cat and mouse, but vader finally snuck up on him and they start fighting. and right here is where it starts happening! when vader starts to hammer down on ben’s lightsaber a la luke in rotj, its because ben is actually holding a candle to his strength!

i always thought it was so weird that vader was like grunting right here, since we never really hear him make noise when he fights. it’s all usually so easy for him. but here, we see him resort to banging their lightsabers together in a very.. undignified and almost desperate fighting move. it’s very.. unlike him. it’s not his usual ease of dominance, his confident and all powerful, unfazed fighting style. when they meet blade to blade - ben does begin to hold his own and it catches vader off guard.

so vader has him on his knees now from beating down on him, finally superior again, but as we see ben clearly do, he cleverly switches the way he holds his lightsaber to better distribute strength

then we actually see him pushing back vader’s lightsaber, meeting his parry with all of his might

then we see them actually matched. ben is standing up again, and they’re blade to blade

vader gets pissed here and has to throw ben back with the force, sort of taking an ace out of his bionic sleeve. it’s the only way he gets the upper hand again

i was REALLY pleased to see this taste-of-what’s-to-come, tease into their inevitable second battle. i was so caught up in the magic of this moment i didn’t really see what was happening between them.

bc yes it’s been years, but no matter what they’ve been doing all this time, they still haven’t fought each other up until this point - and neither is prepared for the emotion and the natural tug of war that brings.

ben isn’t prepared for vader’s tremendous strength and bulldozing immovable weight, and vader isn’t prepared for ben’s reserve, spirit and cleverness. ben is used to to his own retired, apathetic pacifism, and vader is used to his own unmatched, monotonous totalitarian power. but their opposition only ends up serving the other in the end! even in this brief encounter!!! vader’s towering strength forces ben to dig deep into the dark, to self preserve and find his strength again. and ben’s practiced intellect drags vader into the light and reminds him that there is more! he once had a past, this person in front of him that anakin knew - the one who can disarm him. light and dark, push & pull, tug of war. within each other and themselves simultaneously.

bc despite being rusty with his physical skills (ben) and despite being mentally unstimulated with a worthy opponent (vader) they’ve both forgotten up until this point that they naturally know each other more intimately than anything. they’re halves of a whole. they’re evenly matched, as vader and ben, or obi-wan and anakin. neither is prepared to feel that balance or to fall into harmony again. and i cannot WAIT to see what these next two eps do and how their fated second battle turns out. this show is brilliant and i owe chow my life

[shepard-ram]

Okay last one for the Hades and persephone thing for a bit as I can’t think of anything that isn’t specifically self indulgent to me Lolol

Despite it all, he treats you so well. Always making sure you don’t leave a certain distance from him, other wise The Enchantment will forcibly drag you back to him (Which can be painful because it’s forcing your body to move).

(a bit self-indulgent) He’s always ready to pick you carry you around! So you can keep up. You notice he’s a bit clingy, and during your weeks with him.

Your activities include being far from others, or hanging out his most trusted friends (Even then he’s always close to you), despite that... it’s nice. You’ve even begun to learn ender! You’re wary of taking food from him however, after what happened last time. Which is why the picnic kind of fell through.

Eventually he invited you to live him full time! To make the transition between weeks smoother! It makes sense... after week of him planting ideas you have to agree. It’s a slow process in getting you to stay, but on the end, you’re bound together. -💡

YOOOO? LIGHT BACK WITH THE GOOD STUFF??

Ranboo is honestly one of your best case scenarios when is comes to pulling something like this. He's so gentle, even though you both know you don't have a choice he makes sure to convince you. He wants you to want him.

Over the week or weeks he makes sure to get you used to being around him. Teaching you his language and getting you to trust him. Picking you up whenever you're tired, just like when you were first bound. Soon you are bound again, in a much stronger way then before.

[rocorambles]

YOOOO how about Iwaizumi's, Akaashi's, and Daishou's s/o sucking them off while being in a phone call?

Oh ho ho, three of my favorite men~

Warnings: NSFW

Iwaizumi

- He’s talking to Oikawa as he lays in bed. It takes some planning with their busy schedules and the big time difference, but the two of them try to talk at least once a month.

- He’s yelling into the phone at something stupid Oikawa had said when he sees the door open and he smiles softly at you. He turns his attention back to the ceiling as Oikawa rambles on, but he almost drops his phone when he feels his boxers being tugged down. 

- He tries to swat you away with his free hand not holding the device to his ear, but he has to bite back a groan when you begin to mouth and lick his quickly hardening cock and suckle his balls. 

- He slumps back down on the bed and focuses on not making any sounds, knowing he’d never hear the end of it from Shittykawa if he found out what was happening, but you’re making it difficult as you playfully wink at him as you enthusiastically bob your head up and down his shaft. 

- For once in his life he’s thankful for Oikawa’s ability to never run out of things to say as he puts his phone on mute and lets out a guttural moan as his hand holds your head down while your mouth and throat swallow his entire length. He can’t help the way his hips begin to instinctively rut into your wet hole and he cums inside you just as Oikawa asks him a question. 

- He tries to answer as nonchalantly as he can, but your thighs clench together when you see the glare he shoots your way and the dark look in his eyes. You’re going to be in for a long night of punishment. 

Akaashi

- This is not your first rodeo. Akaashi’s quiet, but he’s a freak in the sheets, so you can bet that on the days he gets to work from home, you’re going to be his little cockwarmer.  

- Akaashi hasn’t paid any attention to you today, too focused on getting his work done. He ignores your petulant whines and only distractedly pets your head and shushes you when you get too antsy and make too much noise. He finally allows you to settle between his legs under his desk when he gets tired of your constant tugging and pleas for his attention.

- You know you’re not allowed to move. You know you’re supposed to be his good girl and just kneel with your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock. You know you should feel grateful for even being allowed to have his cock in your mouth. But sometimes you can’t help being a brat. 

- You purposefully stare at him as you begin to rock your head back and forth, sucking and licking every inch you can reach with your tongue and lips, bringing your hands up to fondle his hanging balls. He hisses when you begin your ministrations, but when he gives you a warning look, you just intensify your actions. 

- This man has self-control for days so there’s no way you’re going to make him orgasm without him wanting to and he’s not happy as you greedily devour his cock. He’ll coldly stare at you as you continue, already planning how to punish you when he’s done with work. 

- As soon as he hangs up the phone, he harshly pulls you off of his cock and you whimper in both fear and arousal as he drags you to the bedroom. He’s going to remind you exactly who’s in charge and why it’s in your best interest to be obedient. 

Daishou

- He’d prefer it if you two could keep things private in the bedroom, but once he gets into it, he really could care less whether or not the person he’s talking to knows exactly what’s happening. 

- He’s on the phone catching up with his old Nohebi teammates when you suddenly kneel in front of him and tug at his waistbands. He arches an eyebrow at you, but when you keep on pulling at the fabric he lifts his hips and allows you to remove his pants and boxers.  

- At first he tries to keep quiet, but you just look so beautiful desperately licking and sucking his cock that he can’t help the muttered curses that leave his mouth as he leans back and closes his eyes. 

- “Daishou? Are you okay?” He vaguely hears his old teammates questioning the sounds he’s making, but he ignores them in favor of relishing the tight wet heat of your mouth around him. You pause briefly, looking at him and wondering if you’d gone too far as he practically moans into his phone receiver. Unlike Daishou, you really don’t want his old friends to listen in on the two of you and you make an attempt to pull off, but a hand shoots out and grabs your hair. 

- Daishou pants with lust as he spits out “give me one second” over the phone before briefly putting it on mute. “Finish what you started, baby girl,” he snarls at you before turning off the mute function. And maybe it’s the evident lust darkening your boyfriend’s eyes or maybe it’s your own growing arousal when you see how worked up you’ve made him, but any hesitation you had dissipates and you eagerly take him back into your mouth uncaring about how loud the two of you are and how obvious it must be to the people on the other side of the call from the wet slurping sounds and muffled moans exactly what you two are up to.

[sovonight]

hi sovo! i'm about to replay kotor 2 and i was wondering if you play with any mods? aside from the restored content mod of course :) thanks! <3

yeah of course! i use a bunch, and i actually saved a list of everything i installed when i re-modded my copy of kotor 2 a little while back. here it is!

> Essential Mods

TSLRCM 1.8.5 (Restored Content Mod) | tslrcm185_2020.exe

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/578-tsl-restored-content-mod/

the mod. the myth. the legend

UNIWS (Universal Widescreen)

https://www.wsgf.org/article/universal-widescreen-uniws-patcher

enables widescreen. apparently this isn't necessary for the steam version, but i still remember having to install it?? weird

Widescreen UI Fix for Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords 4.1 | Widescreen UI for Steam.7z

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/332-widescreen-ui-fix-for-knights-of-the-old-republic-2-the-sith-lords/

fixes a few instances of GUI stretching at widescreen resolutions

Improved Widescreen Experience 1.0.0 | kotor2-wsui_1_0_0.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/839-improved-widescreen-experience/

fixes more instances of GUI stretching at widescreen resolutions

KotOR 2 Remastered (AI Upscaled) Cutscenes 1.0.0 | 1080p.zip, 1080p Patch.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1522-kotor-2-remastered-ai-upscaled-cutscenes/

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> Personally Essential Mods

Textures Improvement Project 0.4.1 | TIP_0.4.1.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/462-textures-improvement-project/

makes game textures utilize game shaders

Unofficial TSLRCM Tweak Pack 1.2.4 | URCMTP 1.2.4.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/296-unofficial-tslrcm-tweak-pack/

rolls back a few of tslrcm’s changes/additions

installed kaevee removal (pt 1 & 2) and gand check

KOTOR 2 Community Patch 1.5.1 | KOTOR 2 Community Patch v1.5.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1280-kotor-2-community-patch/

a combination of a bunch of bugfix mods, making the ultimate bugfix mod

got an error "Unable to locate archive "....\Steam\SteamApps\common\Modules\001EBO.mod" to modify or insert file "sensor_droid.utc" into, skipping..."

fixed by making a Modules folder in SteamApps\common and copying 001EBO.mod there, then moving the .mod file back

TSL Improved Party Outfits 1.0.1 | TSL Improved Party Outfits.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1012-tsl-improved-party-outfits/

makes companion’s default outfits more useful in combat

lets me justify keeping atton in his iconic jacket all the way through the game. jedi robes? never heard of em

also installed improved Handmaiden's Robe

Player & Party Underwear 2.0 | TSL_Player_and_Party_Under_wear_v2_by_RedRob41

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/344-player-party-underwear/

gives companions unique underwear that matches their default outfits

installed atton, baodur, disciple opt 1, “male standard fixed”, and “dancer muscles match standard underwear”

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> Expedite/Improve Gameplay Mods

Thorium charge mod | thorium_charge_mod.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/147-thorium-charge-mod/

adds a thorium charge right next to the mandalorian cache door on dxun

Remote Influence | remote_influence.zip

https://www.gamefront.com/games/knights-of-the-old-republic-ii/file/remote-tells-influence

talking to bao-dur's remote lets you find out everyone's influence stat

i don’t really use it but it’s nice to have the option to see how i’m doing, especially with "modified influence" installed

Modified Influence System 1.0 | Modified Influence.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/99-modified-influence-system/

gives influence opportunities different weights. normally each one gives 8 points, but now they'll reward small (2 points), regular (6 points), or high (12 points). game isn't balanced for this, so it might become impossible to turn certain companions into jedi

i have it installed because i LOVE weighted approval point systems and i’m willing to take the risk bc the only companion i absolutely care about turning into a jedi is atton, who i’m pretty sure i have down pat

TSL Prestige Class Saving Throw fixes 1.0 | TSL_prestige_save_fixes.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/828-tsl-prestige-class-saving-throw-fixes/

fixes jedi master/sith lord saving throws, optionally standardizes jedi weapon master/sith marauder saving throws

i always make cela a jedi master so this one was instant

Workbench Crystal Attunement 1.2 | WCA1.2.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/18-workbench-crystal-attunement/

with wisdom >= 16 you can attune your personal crystal without having to talk to kreia

chose version b, which also removes the "learn how to use the workbench" option

Dahnis Flirt Option for Female PC 1.0 | Dahnis Flirt Option for Female PC.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1400-dahnis-flirt-option-for-female-pc/

lets you flirt with the pazaak twi'lek on nar shaddaa

TSL Ebon Hawk Downloadable Map 1.2.1 | TSL EHDM v1.2.1.7z

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1406-tsl-ebon-hawk-downloadable-map/

gives you an option to get rid of that blurry “undiscovered area” edge on the ebon hawk's map

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> Story/Cutscene Mods

Extended Enclave (TSLRCM add-on) 2.5.1 | ExtendedEnclave2.5.1.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/428-extended-enclave-tslrcm-add-on/

extends rebuilt enclave sequence (when you return to dantooine after gathering the jedi masters)

Extended Carth Meeting 1.2 | Extended Carth Meeting 1.2.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/366-extended-carth-meeting/

extends the meeting with carth after the ravager

Kreia's Fall cutscene (in-game) 1.1 |  Kreia_Fall_In-game_1.1.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1228-kreias-fall-cutscene-in-game/

makes kreia's fall an in-game cutscene instead of a bik movie

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> Atton Textures

for reference, these are the textures atton uses:

P_AttnH1 – face

P_AttnH1D1 – face, partial dark side

P_AttnH1D2 – face, dark side

P_AttonBA – ribbed jacket outfit

P_AttonBAD01 – ribbed jacket outfit, dark side

Atton - Faithful HD Reskin 1.1.1 | HD Atton Reskin 1.1.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1121-atton-faithful-hd-reskin/

this is the best atton outfit reskin out there. this is it. it just don't get any better than this

covers textures 4-5

Shirtless Atton Retex 1.2 | Shirtless Atton Retex v1-2.zip

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/8294q454ax3zysc/AABuIMjKRl16cDcjjU90GnsPa?dl=0

self promo time it is MY mod and it is VERY canon compliant

covers textures 4-5, can be combined with the HD reskin above for maximum effect

also up on deadlystream and nexusmods if you find yourself wanting to leave a comment about how perfect and faithful it is to his character bc clearly the option that artfully rips his shirt draws an additional, visual parallel between himself and darth “sleeps-with-vibroblades” sion which ultimately deepens kotor 2′s rich storyline--

arrenkae’s reskins | P_AttnH1.tga

https://arrenkae.tumblr.com/post/137520491505/yoooo-guys-im-going-to-share-some-stuff-heres

includes atton, disciple, mira, Exile head PFHH01 retextures

covers texture 1, so you’ll still see the vanilla ds transition unless you wanna add in textures 2-3 from the reskin below to get a subtler transition

tiredschutta’s reskin | Atton (vanilla).zip

https://web.archive.org/web/20190225073107/https://tiredschutta.tumblr.com/post/182894978091/no-one-me-%EF%BE%89-%E3%83%AE-%EF%BE%89%EF%BE%9F-heres-an-atton-reskin

i think they’ve changed names since that post so i can’t link directly to it-- the dropbox links still work though

atton (vanilla): https://www.dropbox.com/sh/s9kwbnhp9vqcvxp/AABAytlbyqPm2-pTQCjgDqKna?dl=0

atton (veryveryveryslightlydarker): https://www.dropbox.com/sh/4r9dmlm9klvlame/AAARZkvrImX9U0vHHJbYBvuAa?dl=0

covers textures 1-3, and has a subtler ds transition than vanilla bc his skin doesn’t go as grey

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> Texture/Model Mods, part 1

grouped bc these don’t use tslpatcher, they’re all direct drag n drop

TSL Better Male Twi'lek Heads 1.3.1 | TSL Twilek Heads v1.3.1.7z

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1432-tsl-better-male-twilek-heads/

improves head mesh & textures

chose option a (slim neck, no collar clipping)

Side Opening Doors on Malachor | Malachor_Side_Door.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/593-side-opening-doors-on-malachor/

changes the direction in which doors open on malachor

originally they slide open vertically; now they slide open sideways as the door design suggests

Telos Citadel Station Skybox by Quanon 1.0 | Telos_Backdrop.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/311-telos-citadel-station-skybox-by-quanon/

improves skybox outside the windows of telos citadel station

Peragus Administration Level Room Model Fixes 1.0.0 | [TSL]_Peragus_Administration_Level_Room_Model_Fixes.7z

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1275-peragus-administration-level-room-model-fixes/

fixes geometry of room, realigns scrolling text

TSL Backdrop Improvements 1.4 | TSL_Backdrop_Improvements-922-1-4.7z

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/949-tsl-backdrop-improvements/

improves space scenes with new textures

already includes the textures in [TSL] HIGH QUALITY STARS AND NEBULAS (TSL_HQStarsAndNebulas_1_3.zip)

already includes HIGH QUALITY RAVAGER BACKDROP (HQRavagerBackdrop.zip)

[!!!] contains 351NARsb.mdl which for me caused a weird geometry glitch on goto’s yacht -- deleted that one file

Kotor 1 Texture to Kotor 2 Game Bridge 1.0.0 | Kotor 2 to Kotor 1 Game Bridge.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1330-kotor-1-texture-to-kotor-2-game-bridge/

kotor 1 files were downgraded for kotor 2, this mod puts the original quality files back in

possible transparency issues with vogga-- lengthy discussion in the comments of the file about possible fixes, but i chose to just delete the 4 hutt files

Invisible Headgear | invisible_head_gear_tsl.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/690-invisible-headgear/

makes any gear that blocks atton’s face from view illegal

Malachor Exterior Reskin By Quanon V1.3 | Malachor_Exterior_ReskinV1.3.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/423-malachor-exterior-reskin-by-quanon/

Replacement Texture for Lightning on Malachor V 1.2 | Malachor5Lightning.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/298-replacement-texture-for-lightning-on-malachor-v/

two versions, i chose the flare version

Star Wars KOTOR 2 "Realistic Nar Shaddaa Skybox" | rnssb1.zip

https://www.gamefront.com/games/knights-of-the-old-republic-ii/file/realistic-nar-shaddaa-skybox

Hi-Res Beam Effects 2.0 | DI_HRBM_2.7z

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/221-hi-res-beam-effects/

replaces Force Drain, Force Lightning, Death Field, cold ray, ion, and neural pacifier beam effects

Fire and Ice HD, Whee! v2.1 | FireandIceHDWhee.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/454-fire-and-ice-hd-whee/

replaces flamethrower flame effect

My Realistic Improved Effect Retexture Mod 1.0 | Improved_Realistic_Effect_Retexture_Mod.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/513-my-realistic-improved-effect-retexture-mod/

replaces a lot of stuff, i only use the spark texture

JC's Supermodel Fix for K2 1.6 | JC's Supermodel Fix for K2 v1.6.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1141-jcs-supermodel-fix-for-k2/

fixes combat animations, optional running fix to match kotor 1

Boma Beast Teeth Fix 1.0 | Boma Beast Teeth Fix.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/338-boma-beast-teeth-fix/

Achilles TSL Robe Mod (TSLRCM Edition) | Achilles Robe Mod for TSLRCM.7z

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/339-achilles-tsl-robe-mod-tslrcm-edition/

went through and picked out the textures i wanted

TSL HD Cockpit Skyboxes 3.1 | TSL HD Cockpit Skyboxes - High Resolution.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/931-tsl-hd-cockpit-skyboxes/

added the optional nar shaddaa realistic skybox

KOTOR2 More Subtle Animated Ebon Hawk Monitors (still not including Galaxy Map) 1.2 | SH_EH_Animated_Monitors_Subtler_Look.7z

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1237-more-subtle-animated-ebon-hawk-monitors-still-not-including-galaxy-map/

[TSL] Animated Computer Panel 1.1.0 | [TSL]Animated_PLC_comPanel_v1.1.7z

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1385-tsl-animated-computer-panel/

chose solid monitor, but honestly couldn’t tell the difference between the options unless i looked closely

Improved Dantooine Skybox 1.0.1 | Improved Dantooine Skybox.rar

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1372-improved-dantooine-skybox/

Mira Shirt Edit 1.0 | mira shirt edit.zip

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/tymwnez3yjrckul/AAAJhTKJJPXNszX32kXJ98gfa?dl=0

gives mira a top to layer with, either sweetheart neckline or v-neckline

also on deadlystream and nexusmods in case the dropbox link ever fails

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> Texture/Model Mods, part 2

grouped bc these use tslpatcher instead of the usual drag n drop

TSL Default Replacement Hilt Megapack 8.1 | TSL_DRHM_8.1.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/496-tsl-default-replacement-hilt-megapack/

replaces default lightsaber hilts, updates icons

High Quality Blasters 1.1 | TSL_High_Quality_Blasters.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/915-high-quality-blasters/

replaces blaster models & textures

TSL Galaxy Map Fix Pack 1.0 | TSLGalaxyMapFixPack.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1057-tsl-galaxy-map-fix-pack/

moves planets to canonical locations and animates it

chose vanilla/tslrcm option

Fixed Hologram Models and Admiralty Redux for TSLRCM 1.61 | [TSL]_Fixed_Hologram_Models_and_Admiralty_Redux_for_TSLRCM_v1.61

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/1201-fixed-hologram-models-and-admiralty-redux-for-tslrcm/

fixes the hologram models, swaps some heads around, and puts hologram!carth in an unfortunate hat

Realistic Visual Effects | visual_effects_tsl.7z

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/735-realistic-visual-effects/

gets rid of visual combat/force ability effects

sure these effects communicate what abilities are being activated on screen but as someone who plays kotor 2 as a love story with a video game attached to it they're meaningless to me

Luxa Hair Fix | TSL_Luxa_Fix_by_RedRob41.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/452-luxa-hair-fix/

fuck that "this mod can adjust her body model so that her figure is much more shapely" shit i am here for NEAT HAIR ONLY

[TSL] NPC Overhaul Mod 1.22 | OverhaulTSL.zip

https://deadlystream.com/files/file/345-tsl-npc-overhaul-mod/

differentiates npcs to prevent the clone effect

seems to cause issues for a few people (?) and takes literally forever to install; i installed it bc i guess i love pain but i don’t think i’d do it again

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> non-mod changes

fix inability to move after combat:

choose screen resolution @ 59 or 60 fps, no higher

OR enable vsync

fix lightsaber texture not showing up in certain lighting:

in swkotor2.ini, edit to "Disable Vertex Buffer Objects=1"

fix dxun fog:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftSrN9hMJ1M

enable console:

in swkotor2.ini, add "EnableCheats=1"

enable screenshots:

in swkotor2.ini, edit to "EnableScreenShot=1"

[borathae]

Can I also request a drabble where jungkook has a 9-5 job and the reader is in residency after med school and they try their best to spend time with each other even when it’s hard .. and he gets upset that you can’t spend Christmas with him cuz you have to be at the hospital .. but then he waits all day at the hospital to surprise you on your break and you start crying when you see him ? Thank you !!

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight Angst

Wordcount: 800

a/n: I am getting so good at keeping my drabbles in a healthy drabble length. Yoooo, I’m learning this is awesome jsjsjs also PS: Jungkook is the cutest I wuv him 😔

Everyone had warned you from getting married too young. Your life would be ruined, people had told you. You can’t even take care of yourself how are you supposed to take care of a marriage, people had asked you. You will regret it once you get divorced after five years, people had warned you.

You didn’t want to believe them.

Now. You do.

Your face is in your hands in frustration, your phone lays on the empty chair next to you. Just mere seconds ago you had talked to Jungkook on the phone, bearing the bad news. You need to work over the holidays and can’t come with him when he visits his parents in Busan.

“Are you serious? I especially took the days off, just so we could go see them”, he whined.

“I know you did, but I thought that maybe we could spend Christmas at home? Just the two of us”, you suggested.

“You said that last Chuseok too and then you didn’t come home for three days straight.”

“But this Christmas will be different. I’m not a student anymore, I’m working now, I can schedule my time differently.”

Jungkook had stayed silent for quite a while to think, before he finally spoke again.

“Fine you can stay at home, but I am not going to cancel my train ticket nor will I break my mother’s heart by telling her I won’t come home over the holidays.”

“But you can break your wife’s heart by telling her you will abandon her on Christmas?”

“You won’t be home anyways, so where’s the difference?”

“Wow okay”, you chuckled in pain.

“Listen ___ I need to go, my boss just called me. See you”, he told you and before you could say something else he had already ended the call.

Someone calls your name, making you raise your head from your hands.

“Doctor Park needs you”, your colleague and former-classmate Hoseok tells you.

“Sure, thanks for letting me know”, you say, quickly drying off your tears before he can see them and start asking questions.

At least you won’t be able to wallow in self-pity and heartbreak at this hospital. It keeps you busy 24/7, so thinking about anything else other than work is practical impossible to do. Normally you hate it, but today you welcome the distraction with open arms. Hours pass, spent listening to Doctor Park and helping patients and just like that it is time for your 8pm snack break.

You drag your tired body down the hallway to the break room, yawning loudly. Just two more hours and you can go home. God you can’t wait.

“My love”, a familiar voice calls your attention.

You look to your right.

“Jungkook?” you gasp, rubbing your eyes to check if he was actually here, “am I hallucinating?”

“No, I’m really here”, he says, taking your hand into his. His hand feels like his’, warm and soft. You aren’t dreaming!

“Oh my god”, you manage to get out before you break. Your body shakes in sobs, hot tears run down your cheeks. It feels like the stress and tension from everything that had happened today crushes down on you. Your 14-hour shift, the bone breaking work, your fight with Jungkook. Everything.

“Don’t cry my love. Fuck, I’m so sorry”, Jungkook gasps, pulling you into his arms in an instance.

“How could you do this to me? You know how sad I get over the holidays because of my grandpa and you plan on leaving me?” you hiccup into his chest.

“I’m sorry my love, so sorry. Please don’t cry anymore. I changed my plans. I canceled the tickets already, please don’t cry anymore. I will stay with you”, he stresses.

“What?” you look up for a moment.

He nods, smiling down at you.

“No”, you start crying again, wailing like a little baby. God you must look so ugly right now, with your eyes swollen and snot coming out of your nose.

“What do you mean no?” he asks in a surprised laugh.

“Because now I will feel guilty because you can’t see your family”, you whine, pouting.

Jungkook chuckles fondly, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He cups your face, squishing your cheeks.

“You are my family, silly”, he retorts before he presses a long kiss to your lips.

When he pulls back he has a big grin on his face, whilst you can do nothing more than to stare at him big eyed.

“So is it settled then? We’ll spend the holidays at home, just the two of us?” he asks still grinning.

“Uhm, I-“, you lick over your lips, blinking rapidly, “uhm, I. I, y-yeah. Sure, yeah. Wait, really?”

He nods.

“Really, really?” you squeal, starting to grin as well.

“Yes and yes”, he laughs before pulling you into another kiss.

[rheyaapostolous]

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, mentions of blood, explicit language and descriptions of sexual acts. Please do not read if you are a minor.

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC.

This is set in the past and sort of an alternative beginning to their story! MC accidentally stumbles on a vampire den with Lily while at the club, where a certain CEO is not too pleased with her! I hope you enjoy!

Music blaring, lights flashing, an ordinary night at a mediocre club. Dragged by the hair by her best friend, Amy was having a surprisingly good time. Drenched in sweat from dancing, they finally conceded to the nearest booth. The leather seats stuck uncomfortably to their skin, they sipped their drinks trying to cool down. 

"I told you coming out would be a good idea!" Lily huffed, a large smile on her face. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Thank you for dragging me out." Amy retorted, her chest rising and falling heavily. "It's the best way to get over anyone. He didn't deserve you." She declared triumphantly. "I suppose it beats being stuck indoors with a tub of ice cream and say yes to the dress," Amy replied, shrugging. 

"Holy crap!" Lily exclaimed, looking over Amy's shoulder. "What–" She swiveled, glancing at the man in the doorway. His tailored grey suit set him apart from other party-goers, he looked far too professional to spend his Friday's in a club and yet here he was. He was elegant in his movements, everything is done with poise and purpose. 

"Yoooo! I think that's Adrian Raines!" Lily gaped, struggling to contain her excitement. "Who?" Amy responded, her brow furrowing in ignorance. "You know! Raines corp! Multi-millionaire!" She rolled her eyes, she wasn't sure if her best friend was being an airhead or just too drunk to remember. "Oh, that guy," Amy said matter-of-factly, shrugging. 

The stranger marched to a door in the far corner of the club, no one paid him much mind and it seemed to be unguarded. "I just saw a millionaire go to take a leak. Ticking that off my bucket list." Lily snorted, leaning back lazily in her seat. "I'm gonna follow him." Amy blurted, bolting upright. "You're gonna what– That's probably a VIP area. If you wanna get kicked out, sure." Lily warned her in disbelief. "You're not coming?" Amy inquired, cocking her head. "Nu-uh. I'm staying here. The girl that's been giving me fuck me eyes has just left her dance partner. I'm not getting kicked out." She turned and winked to the woman in question. 

"But give me all the deeds if you hook up with a millionaire!" Lily stood, wrapping her arms around her friend and disappearing into the sea of bodies on the dancefloor. Amy took this as permission to enter the mysterious door. Her hand clasped the ornate doorknob and gave it a turn. It most definitely was a VIP area of some kind, red liquid flowing freely, must be an alcopop for rich people she guessed. 

There was no dance floor, but black velvet seats littered around the large room. Dancers in black leather and latex entertained the crowds. Men and women kissing and grinding freely, their groans barely louder than the music. The air was heavy, eroticism seeping from every corner. Whatever she had stumbled into, she got the feeling she did not belong. But they paid her no mind, ignore her presence entirely, they assumed she was one of them. Men and women peeping lustful looks at her, their whispers about her body were deliberately loud so she could hear. 

Amy was overwhelmed, fighting the temptation to pull her dress off and let them have their way with her. Her cunt pulsed with the music, drawing her deeper into the club. She left the room and found a corridor, the music became distant as she peered through the peepholes on the doors. Bloodplay. Chains. Ballgags. Every kink that she could name was being explored within the four walls. 

She jumped as a door opened, a hand wrapping around her wrist and pulling her in. It was the man from earlier, shutting the door, he folded his arms. "This is not the place for you." His deep voice went straight to her core, she gulped, found out already. "I was just curious, I meant no harm." She retorted, pouting. "Curiosity that could get you killed." He sighed, rubbing his face in frustration. 

"Killed? I have a phone. I'll just call the police. Let me go and I'll leave as quickly as I came." She bartered, her heart racing; from fear or arousal, she was not quite sure. "No. I can't let you go there. Not after what you've seen and for your own safety." He explained, his patience wearing thin. "I've just seen a sex club. It's nothing special, by the way." She snickered, chewing her bottom lip. He was even better looking up close, young but something told her that he was experienced. 

"Sex club? You think– This isn't a sex club. Fuck it. This is a vampire den. The red liquid you saw was blood." Adrian exclaimed, his face filling with regret about revealing the club's secret so offhand. Amy burst out laughing, to his chagrin."I think you've had too much to drink, or maybe too much of something else." She wheezed, almost doubling over. "You find this funny. Your own possibility of murder humorous." His eyes rolled, of course, she wouldn't believe him. 

Amy continued laughing, her stomach beginning to hurt. "Will you stop?" He growled, clenching his teeth. She did not stop, in fact, his anger only made her giggle more. What kind of roleplay had she walked in on? "I said stop!" Adrian yelled, his eyes turning crimson, closing the distance between them and pinning her firmly against the padded wall. His fangs peeked out from his upper lip, he could smell her blood, hear her heart race at such close proximity. The iron perfume filling his senses, he bet she tasted so good. 

"You're...not lying." Amy managed to spit out, her head spinning. Their foreheads touching, a conflict in both their heads. It had been decades since Adrian desired anyone, desperate to taste them. "No, I'm not. You would've been killed." He reiterated, voice barely above a whisper. His grip on her weakened, inviting her to free herself from him should she wish. But she didn't. Shock and attraction coursed through her veins, forcing her to stay put. Amy was not afraid, he may be one of them, but he tried to keep her safe. Unless it was a ruse to feast on her, she figured he would have done it by now. 

Amy backed up further, inviting him closer, desperate for his touch and reassurance. A stranger yes, but a tempting one. "Are you… hungry?" She asked with trepidation, hearing him sharply inhale. "If you're asking if I will lose control and bleed you dry then no." He answered firmly. His resolve eased the last of her worries. A sudden thrill of confidence overtook her, turning her head and placing a soft kiss on his lips. 

They stared at each other for a second, the air growing thick and heavy. His last thread of self-control breaking, he pulled her in for a deeper kiss. She tasted so sweet, she was so good for him, parting her mouth and letting his tongue meet hers. His fangs nipping her bottom lip, he wasn't sure if it was purposeful or not. When the taste of her hit his taste buds, he felt his own desire growing, a carnal and possessive urge that he buried long ago boiling to the surface. 

"We shouldn't. We can't." Adrian muttered making no move away from her. "I won't tell if you don't." She moved her hands to his hair, gripping it lightly and guiding his mouth to her neck. He was so close to her jugular, becoming desperate to show her all the delights of this new world. "Can I?" He invited her, eyes meeting hers, waiting for permission. "Yes." She gasped as his fangs skimmed her, moaning as she felt them pierce the delicate skin. 

Pleasure clouded the pain, a deep groan escaping his throat was music to her ears, at that moment he could have anything from her. She felt him hard against her, the warm liquid tumbling down his throat. When he pulled away, a droplet of rouge trickled from his mouth. Amy grabbed his collar, giving him no time to recover, tasting herself on him. Her own blood covering their lips, mingling with their saliva.

"Fuck me." She pleaded, the tension becoming agonizing. Frantically needing some kind of friction, craving his hands on her, to take away any purity she had left. "I can't– shouldn't." He replied breathlessly, a conflict raging inside him. "Please." She begged again, shredding the last of his self-control. His hands trailed to the straps on her dress, tearing the garment in two with impossible strength. 

Amy stared at the remains, gasping as he pressed her hard against the wall, his lips finding her neck again, not to feed but to kiss harshly. Grabbing her wrist and spinning her face-first into the velvet, his lips advancing down her spine ever so slowly. He reached the small of her back, fingers hooking in her panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. Amy inhaled, feeling his breath against her naked skin. 

"Tell me." He griped, roaming back up her, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Do you like it slow?" His fingers softly stroking her ass. "Or rough?" He continued, catching her off guard and spanking her. Amy squealed, backing up into him. "Rough." She choked out, feeling him hard against her. "Interesting." He replied nonchalantly. "Why should I fuck you?" He went on, fangs leaving small scratches on her shoulder-blade. "What–" Amy mumbled, growing wild from his teasing. "Will you be good?" She could feel him smirk against her skin. "Yes!" Amy croaked, wriggling in frustration. 

She heard a zipper and felt his hand on her other wrist, he held them there with one palm, his other tangling in her hair and giving it a tug as he eased into her. Adrian grunted, how long ago was she last fucked? So tight, so wet and needy. "Fuck!" She cried out, all the air leaving her lungs as she adjusted around him. He waited until she was ready before filling her completely, burying himself deep inside her as she fought his grip. "Please, please, please!" Amy almost screamed, failing to grind against him. "Since you asked so nicely." He started fucking her in sync with the baseline of the music seeping through the walls of the club. Every pumped making her reach new levels of pleasures, crying louder than other attendees. Adrian was a perfectionist, and that translated to the bedroom. 

He abandoned following the music, peeling her from the wall and bending her over the nearest chaise lounge, he released her wrists to her delight. Her moans muffled by the feather down, her fists balling as she felt herself coming undone around him. Amy made the mistake in believing her would slow after, but he didn't, fucking her through the orgasm. Her legs almost gave way if it weren't for his fingertips bruising her hips, keeping her steady. 

Sweat dripped down her back, as his knuckles brushed over her clit, enticing her to come again. "I– I can't!" She whined, overestimated. "Yes, you can. You're being so good. Give me another." He urged her, his pace finally slowing. Amy screamed into the cushion, her legs so numb, her ears ringing from the intensity. He became more calculated, seeking out her sweet spot, gauging her reactions. "God, you're so beautiful like this." He rasped, looking at the mess under him, her hair tangled, eyes rolled into the back of her head.  

In his savagery came sweetness, his normal nature which had clouded, tainted somehow by his own want. Her muscles growing rigid, his prize coming soon he groaned in anticipation. She came around him, so powerful she felt like they tore a rift in the world around them. He spilled into her, pressing a hand on the armrest to steady himself, she pushed herself against him, taking all of him as she milked him dry. 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, feeling like they woke up from a dream and composing themselves. Adrian placed a tender kiss on the back of her neck, pulling out and watching his cum drip from her swollen lips onto her leg. Amy let him enjoy the view, staying for as long as her weak muscles would allow her. It was a sight to behold, like an obscene painting he would've observed in the 19th century. Her bruises were the paint, his fingers the paintbrush. 

She wobbled as she stood upright, observing him sitting on the chair across the room, their breaths harbored. His fists gripping his knee roughly, the conflict in him returning. "We must stay here until closing." He finally said, breaking the silence. "Why?" Amy replied, her throat sore. "Because you… have no clothes." Adrian gestured to her torn dress. "So we have plenty of time then?" She smirked, pacing over to him. 

"It seems so. On your knees." He returned her smile. 

[dyscrasia-eucrasia]

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Content Warning: This chapter depicts a brief scene of attempted assault

Part 9

"What's up Claykids, welcome back to my second channel, new vlogs every single day," Clayton Howard shouted at the Go Pro he held at arm's length from his face. Angel knew he was loud based on his videos, but hadn't been prepared for just how loud he really was. It took a lot of restraint not to cringe away. 

"We're here with AngelVinh96, go follow him on Insta," Clayton continued, wrapping an arm around Angel's shoulders and pulling him into frame. Angel flashed a bright smile at the camera. "Angel's here to show us how they party in West Virginia!" 

"Hiiii," Angel cooed, holding up a peace sign for the camera.

"Okay, and cut," Clayton said, and he lowered the camera, his huge smile instantly disappearing. He released his hold on Angel's shoulders. "That's good for the intro, we'll start filming again when we actually get to the club." 

The conversation had been like that since they'd met up. Clayton had been all business, talking about shots and directing not only his friends, but Angel as well. Angel couldn't help but feel disappointed. This was sort of what he'd expected talking to Demie to go like when he'd approached him after the concert - awkward and parasocial. But Demie had been easy to talk to. Clayton, on the other hand, was the worst kind of influencer, the kind that was purely a performance. 

And he'd looked so relatable on Youtube, too. 

"Alright, so where are we headed?" Clayton asked, turning to Angel. His face was so devoid of joy that it was eerie. 

"Alright, so, Broadway is the big gay nightclub," Angel said. "There's Atmosphere, but they don't have a dance floor." 

"Aw man, we're going to a gay club?" One of Clayton's crew moaned. Angel thought that that one was Jason Ransom, but he could've been Miller High. It was hard to tell, they were both blonde Californian white guys. 

"Man, shut the fuck up," Clayton said. "You can deal with gay guys hitting on you for one night." 

That was the saving grace of all this, at least. Clayton was openly bi, and even if he was just as image-obsessed as the rest of Youtube, Angel might still be able to get a hookup out of this. Plus the exposure on Youtube would really help his Instagram follower count. 

"So how long have you been a dancer?" Clayton asked as they walked down the sidewalk towards the club. Angel fought back a sigh of relief. Clayton was asking him about himself, so the guy couldn't be that self-absorbed, right? 

"Like four years?" 

"Wow, so you're like a veteran, huh? How'd you get into it?" 

"It was in college - I really, really needed money, and I mean, I did theater in high school so I already knew how to dance, just not on a pole, y'know? And then it wound up being more fun than school, so I just sort of stuck with it." 

"That's dope. So, this the place?" He nodded to a two story plantation-style house, complete with columns, with rainbow flags flying from the second story balcony. 

"Yep, this is Broadway." 

"Cool, cool, let me get some shots." 

Clayton pulled out his Go Pro again, and turned it on. As soon as he did, his face light up with a smile and he started shouting. It was eerie, like he'd flipped a switch and become a totally different person. 

"Yoooo, check it out guys, this place is DOPE!"

"Look at this Colonel Sanders looking place, fam!" One of his crew shouted behind him. 

"Let's go inside!" Clayton said as he ascended the porch steps. Angel followed after him, flashing his ID to the bouncer. 

It was a Thursday night, so the place wasn't jam-packed, and there weren't any drag shows scheduled, but the bar still thumped with dance music and there was a decently sized crowd. 

"Yo, this place is so fuckin' country, I love it," Clayton shouted over the noise as Angel led him to the bar. 

"Okay, so, my tradition here is to always start out with a shot of Fireball," Angel shouted, smiling as Clayton shoved the camera in his face. 

"Alright, yeah, show us how country kids party," Clayton shouted back. 

Angel ordered, and within a minute the bartender produced enough shots for the entire filming crew, who had gathered around the bar. Clayton took a minute to hand off his camera to one of the guys and coordinate camera angles, then picked up a shot glass. 

"Alright, on three," he shouted. "One, two, THREE!" He knocked back the shot with ease, and Angel followed suit. 

Clayton's entire body shuddered, and he yelped. "Oh shit man, that's fire!" He shouted. He looked over at Angel, who hadn't had a reaction to the shot at all. "Dude, look at this fucker, look how fucking calm he is!" Clayton grabbed the camera back and shoved it in Angel's face again. "That shit was spicy as fuck, how are you not even affected?" 

"That wasn't spicy!" Angel laughed. "That was like, white-people-spicy! It's not actually spicy!" 

"Check this guy out," Clayton shouted, "balls of fucking steel over here!" 

"C'mon, let's dance!" Angel shouted, grabbing Clayton by the strap of his tank top and pulling him towards the dance floor. 

"You heard the man," Clayton shouted into the camera, before tossing it back to one of his crew. 

Angel quickly learned that Clayton had no rhythm to speak of. He moved jankily; gyrating, but not in time to the music. He couldn't really keep up with Angel. Still, it was fun. Or at least that was what Angel told himself. He would've preferred someone who could actually dance, but it wasn't like Clayton was known for dancing or anything. It wasn't like he could really be disappointed. 

They stayed on the dance floor for a few songs, always shadowed by one of Clayton's crew, before Angel dragged Clayton back to the bar. "Okay, we gotta get more drinks!" He shouted. 

After downing another drink, they headed back to the dance floor. Clayton loosened up some, but he was still way off rhythm. 

"I gotta go take a leak," he shouted after a couple more songs. 

"Sure, bathroom's over there," Angel shouted, pointing. 

Before he could tell what was going on, Clayton grabbed the sides of his face and brought him in for a sloppy kiss. His crew hooted in drunken frat boy-style approval. 

Angel had no time to react before Clayton stumbled off the dance floor. He just stood there, stunned. Sure, he had had a crush on Clayton for ages, but this wasn't how he wanted the hookup to go down. He didn't necessarily need anything romantic, but he wanted it to at least feel like… something. Like it meant something, even if the meaning was just that they were both horny. Instead, all it felt like was that Clayton was doing it for the camera. 

He walked off the dance floor, going to lean against a wall. Clayton's cameraman followed him, and Angel hated it. He wanted a chance to think, but he had to smile for the camera. 

Clayton emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, and spotted Angel. He grabbed Angel's hand and practically dragged him over to a bench. 

"Hey, you should dance for us," Clayton said, almost collapsing onto the bench. 

"I've been dancing!" Angel laughed. 

"No, like, you should give me a lapdance or something!" Clayton shouted. 

"Um… I don't really do that outside of work," Angel said, laughing again, though this time it was tinged with anxiety. 

"C'mon, it'll be good content!" Clayton said. 

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" His cameraman started chanting. 

"C'mere," Clayton yanked on Angel's hand. Angel lost his balance and stumbled, almost falling on Clayton's lap. 

"Take it off!" The cameraman shouted as Clayton grabbed at Angel's shirt. 

"Stop," Angel said, shoving Clayton's hand away. 

"C'mon, one little lapdance," Clayton slurred, sticking a hand on Angel's crotch. 

"Fuck OFF!" Angel shouted, pushing Clayton hard and standing up. 

"Uh oh, made him mad," the cameraman jeered, coming in close with the Go Pro. 

"Get that out of my fucking face!" Angel shouted, swatting it out of the cameraman's hand. It hit the floor with an audible crack. 

"Hey, you're gonna break my camera," Clayton whined. 

"Good!" Angel shouted, kicking the camera across the floor. He didn't wait for Clayton to react. He wanted out of the bar, now. He stumbled towards the door, and out into the muggy night air. He stomped down the sidewalk, in the opposite direction from where they'd all parked to get to the bar. 

He accidentally hip-checked a public trash can, which wobbled, and then spilled. He let out a guttural shriek of frustration, walking away from it before anyone on the street could say anything. He rounded a corner and spotted a bus stop bench, collapsing onto it. 

He bent over, his head between his knees. He felt like he was going to puke, but it never came. There was nothing in his stomach to puke up. He'd starved himself all day, hoping that he'd get to hook up. 

Well, that definitely wasn't going to happen. 

He fought back tears. He didn't want to cry on a public street. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone. He knew he should get an uber, but he couldn't stop himself from opening up Instagram. There, right at the top of his feed, was a picture of himself at Broadway. Clayton had posted it, and tagged him in the post. His notifications were going crazy as people began to follow his account. 

He closed the app, pressing the top edge of his phone against his forehead. He wanted to throw the thing across the street, but knew better. 

He felt betrayed. Not like he'd ever had any trust in Clayton - they didn't even know each other - but he'd at least figured Clayton for a good person. He guessed that was why people always said you should never meet your heroes. 

He needed to talk to someone. He needed to vent. He needed someone to tell him that it would be alright, that he was more than what he made himself out to be online. 

There was only one person he could think of that would do that. Or at least had the potential to do that. 

He opened up the phone app and dialed a number. As always, the phone rang for a long time before it was finally picked up. 

"Demie?" He asked in a shaking voice. 

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Freaks” Part 1

Y/N is a metahuman with several peculiarities, but one could say the weirdest is her heart: it is gated by four locks that make it impossible for the woman to fall in love. Also one could say she’s manipulative, cunning and ruthless. Sounds familiar? Maybe that’s why The Joker is the perfect candidate to help her finally get something she always desired: a one of a kind heir.

“Yoooo-hoooooooooo, Mister Jooo-kkkeeerrr!!!!” Bane skips along the poorly lit corridor since it’s almost 11 at night and the Arkham inmates are supposed to be asleep. Yet they’re not: the ruckus woke them all up and now they are standing by the glass walls facing the hallway, wondering what the heck is going on.

The real Bane sighs, completely unappreciative of you borrowing his physical appearance.  

“Hey, cut it out!” he admonishes as Y/N passes by and she decides to stop for a moment.

“Hello there handsome,” you swing your hips while walking towards him and The Riddler snorts, entertained: his cell is right across so it’s not like he can miss the show.

“If you’re going to mimic me, don’t do stuff like that!” Bane hisses through his mask, irritated.

“Apologies honey,” you wink and continue. “Far from me to purposely chop your masculinity to pieces,” but seductively sway on the tip of the heavy boots, taunting more because... who’s going to stop you?

“Seriously?!” Bane growls and you cut him some slack, transforming into The Joker for a few seconds.

“Jeez, don’t get worked up,” you smirk and blow the green hair off your face. “I’m looking for this guy, I know he’s here too.”

“Why are you looking for him?” Killer Croc punches his fists together, hoping he can twist your presence in his favor.

“I need him for breeding purposes,” you serenely admit as The Clown Prince of Crime rolls his eyes three padded rooms up from your present location.

“I told you before I can help with that,” Harvey Dent flips his coin in the air, not understanding why his offer was rejected numerous times.

“Me too!” The Riddler grins. “You should forget about the man that repeatedly refuses your advances and pick one of us,” the mastermind gestures at the cells containing prisoners willing to take on the task.

“I want him,” you revert to your human form, Mr. Freeze gasping with admiration: he’s been a fan for the past two years. “He’s the only male I’m compatible with for procreation on this continent and nobody else will do.”

“How do you know?” Deadshot addresses the burning question.

“I just know, ok?” you pout not wishing to get into details. “That’s why I’m here to bail him out. I helped his men clear the area so we can rescue the father of my future baby.”

“Ugghhhh,” a displeased and very loud protest is heard from The Joker’s cell.

“There you are,” you light up with the happiest smile and abandon the captives held in pretty boxes lined up on the south side of Arkham Asylum.

“Hey Y/N,” Jonathan Crane smacks his lips, “if you get me out of here also I’ll give you two millions.”

“I’ll give you double!” The Penguin shouts and Bane promises:

“I’ll give you three!”

The offers keep on pouring in and the shapeshifter is not a person to say no to easy money.

“Might as well,” you press the yellow buttons outside everyone’s incarceration chambers, leaving the best for last.

“Hiiii Mister Jooooker,” you drag the words and he grumbles, squeezing past you as soon as the glass slides enough for him to emerge from the cell.

“Shut up!” he barks and you couldn’t care less about his crabbiness.

“Your crew is waiting outside,” you giggle and turn into Frost, escorting the grouchy Clown in the direction of the exit you know it’s safe to take.

“Would you look at that?” The Shark teases, not being able to contain his laughter.

“Holy shit!” Panda tries to keep it together yet it’s impossible: the real Frost gives them a dismissing glare, annoyed Y/N is lovingly holding The Joker’s arm as they come down the stairs, definitely engaged in some sort of argument.

“That’s obviously not me!” Jonny mutters and there are more disrespectful remarks from the henchmen patiently waiting for their boss.

“It’s still funny as hell!” Richard underlines and swallows his sentence when Y/N posing as Frost kisses The Joker’s cheek.

“One more sound out of you jerks and I’ll bash your brains in!” Jonny threatens because he’s sick and tired of Y/N playing charades at his expense.

Thankfully you switch to your old self immediately after but the team is glad they’ll have something to tease Frost with in the weeks to come. Although it can be overdone: under the apparent calmness he has quite a wretched temper.

“Delivered as agreed,” you cheerfully announce to his gang and follow J even if he’s not thrilled about it.

“Get lost!” he angrily stomps, pushing you away when you grab his hand again.

“Stop being so rude!” you remodel your body after his and he takes a deep breath, staring back at another fabulous J courtesy of Y/N.

“Stop mimicking me!!!” he sneers and Panda comments in a low tone, convinced he’s far behind to safely say it:

“Two Jokers. God Forbids!”

A couple of goons nearby snicker and the amusement abruptly halts when you raise your voice:

“I heard that!!!”

“Huh?” J inquires.

You just lift your shoulders up, not wanting to distract him from what he has to focus on: making sure he fulfils your demand.

The First Lock  

“You’re still here?!” The King of Gotham comes out of the bathroom, intensely drying his wet hair with a towel. “I thought that by the time I’m out of the shower you’ll be gone.”

You gaze at his naked body, reckoning it’s a nice coincidence to be compatible with such a beautiful specimen. Could be much worse.

“Why don’t you want to help me?” you ask and The Joker is aware what you’re referring to. “I’ve been begging you for a year; I must emphasize I’m losing hope and I will probably have to move to another continent in order to find a new prototype that could give me an heir.”

“Not my problem. Why do you want a kid?” he tosses the towel on the floor and digs around in the closet for a pair of boxers.

“So I won’t be alone,” the disarming reply makes him tilt his head to analyze the stubborn metahuman that pesters him on a regular basis about crap he doesn’t give a damn about. “The storm is coming,” you shift the subject when the lighting strikes the dark skies in the distance at 1:23 in the morning.

J gulps, uneasy: he saw the 6 feet creature for a split second and it certainly startled him.

“Apologies, Mister Joker,” you try to fix the mistake because it’s evident his reaction is below excitement standards. “The fire bolt must have projected my true nature. You only tolerate the pretty side, don’t you?” the sadness in your demeanor confuses J. “They all do…” Y/N whispers to herself. “Is this better?” you transform into Poison Ivy, then Cat Woman, then a random blonde girl with big boobs; by the seventh option The Joker had enough.

“Cut it out!” he finally finds his favorite underwear and you stand by the bed, opting out to be your human self for his sake.

“Can you please help me?” a disappointed woman pleads since he’s getting ready to go to sleep.

“Why would I help you?” The Joker snaps, hoping you’ll disappear from the premises and let him rest at the mansion he found refuge at after breaking out of Arkham.

Your eyes get teary and he never saw you show any type of weakness before; it’s sort of uncomfortable even for him.

“Because us freaks have to stick together.”

“Speak for yourself!” J gets mad at your affirmation and doesn’t know how to react to the tears rolling down your cheeks. “Mmmmm,” he debates, deep in thought: the insane Clown was captive for almost three months and a half and they surely don’t allow any conjugal visits in that shithole. Not that he has anybody in particular that would come to tend to his urges.

“If I help you,” the sudden switch in mood makes you pay attention, “will you quit bothering me?”

“Y-yes, of course! I swear!” you wipe your eyes, full of hope for once. “Since we’re a match it will only take one time! I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

You watch J take off his boxers and don’t blink when he yanks you in his arms, afraid he might change his mind: he’s not the most well balanced individual on the planet.

“No kissing,” you dodge his lips. “I only need the technical stuff.”

He gives you a cold stare, fed up with the infernal plague:

“You don’t get to make any other requests!” The Joker pulls you into a passionate kiss that unexpectedly shatters the first lock of your heart.

“Wait, wait…” you part from his soft lips, kind of drunk on the intimacy. “Did you hear that?!”

“Hear what?” he shoves Y/N on the bed and slowly crawls on top of her.

“That deafening noise.”

“Nope,” J purrs while carefully listening anyway. A strong thunder shakes the ground and he grins: “I heard it.”

“Not that, it was something else,” you attempt to explain and he buries his face in your cleavage, protesting the unwanted dialogue: 

“After chewing my ears for months, less yapping would be nice!”

You smile, delighted to have tricked The Joker with your fake tears; you sure counted on him being trapped inside the Asylum without any feminine presence to grace his existence and it payed off in the end. Making yourself available when nobody else is around brought the desired outcome: Y/N always gets what she wants.  

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The Joker moans in his dream, unhappy with your wiggling.

“What is it?” he cuddles up to your body and it feels soft.

“I’m pregnant,” you yawn and he puffs in disbelief.

“Already?... We had sex a couple of hours ago.”

“U-hum,” you say and let him caress your skin, unaware your true essence peeked from behind the human shell. “It shouldn’t take too long. By morning I will have my heir.”

“That fast?” J opens his eyes since the pillow talk is actually interesting.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice I’m different,” you hum with your eyes closed, exhausted from the energy you have to channel into the tiny life growing inside your womb. The soon to be mother is so impatient she won’t skip accelerating the process at the expense of her own vitality.

“No kidding,” The King of Gotham mumbles, smitten with the apparition peacefully dozing off in his arms. The storm outside is wreaking havoc and each time lightning illuminates the blackness J can inspect the delicate feathers covering your body: when he touches you they change colors, red butterflies flying out of the pressed skin. He curiously pokes one and the illusion shatters into glowing dust resembling small fireworks.

The Joker has no clue that he is the first soul to ever see you like this; earlier he didn’t have the opportunity to comprehend what he saw, but he’s sure taking advantage of the situation now to understand what he’s looking at.

“Oh,” he touches your tummy that seems to expand with each passing moment: something is moving and he foolishly smirks without realizing.

Whatever is developing inside Y/N he helped create and strangely enough he can’t wait to see the result.

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The Second Lock

J drags his feet on the wet grass, watching you admire the sunrise. He woke up and the bed was empty: made him wonder if you vanished without a trace. Yet there you are, waiting for him in the backyard since you figured you owe him this much.

“Mister Joker,” you chuckle, holding something wrapped up in a blanket. “I’m off to my house: thank you for participating in this project,” the indifferent metahuman blurs out: it’s the only speech she prepared. “I requested that everyone owing me money from last night should send it here,” you gesture at the huge duffel bag at your feet. “There’s 35 million dollars in here, all yours as a thank you for helping me.”

“Hm?” he crinkles his nose, insulted at the gift. “Do I look like a prostitute?!”

Why is he getting angry?... That’s a lot of money for a one night stand.

“They get paid for sex, don’t they?” he enlightens the puzzled Y/N. “What’s that?” J nods at the bundle you gently rock.

“My baby.”

“You gave birth?!” he forgets his hurt pride, not believing it’s already done.

“Yes, about 45 minutes ago,” you kiss your daughter’s forehead and her innocence makes your chest tightly constrict before the second lock of your heart is broken to pieces. “Did you hear that?” you interrogate the man you don’t need anymore.

“Hear what?” The Joker rushes to glimpse at the newborn as you step back, discontent he’s trying to take her.

“That horrifying bang! How can you not hear it?!”

“I have no idea what you’re rambling about,” he forcefully snatches the baby from Y/N’s embrace, grunting at her resistance. “Gimme, I wanna check out what I made!”

He parts the blanket aside and…

“Waaaaah,” the mesmerized parent holds his breath:

The sweet angel has wings embedded with neon green feathers, the same shade as J’s crazy hair.

“Are you done?” you attempt to reacquire your treasure and he slaps your arm.

“Little bird…” J runs his fingers along her wings and the mini-metahuman fusses a bit, already establishing a connection with her dad.

That’s exactly what you’re trying to avoid before it’s too late.

“Mister Joker, I have to go, ok??!!” you seek to remove the baby from her father.

“Stop bothering me!” he sucks on his teeth and begins striding towards the mansion while the panicked Y/N runs behind him.

“What are you doing? Give her back!”

“What should we name her?” The Joker ignores your outburst, totally struck with this overwhelming emotion washing over him.

Oh no, she’s already getting under his skin!

“WE?!” you shout, exasperated. “This is MY descendant!”

“You said I participated in the project so she’s half mine!” The Clown implies the obvious.“I think we should name her Emma, I always liked that name,” he adds to Y/N’s dismay. “Pretty bird…” J shuts you down as soon as you open your mouth to protest, stroking his daughter’s feathers.

He’s already addicted and this is a complete disaster!

“I’ll tell my boys to get baby supplies,” he decides without taking into consideration any opinions you might have about his plan.

“Why?!” you cringe at the proposal simply because The Joker is not part of the equation; but your daughter is already bonding with him and that’s something mommy can’t break: she has her own will and set of abilities enabling her to already make choices. You’re not sure why she’s making him believe he could be included into a two party family; there’s no space for a third, otherwise it would be a three party family and that won’t work.

“Don’t you need supplies for her?” he enters the master bedroom where the infant was conceived only hours ago.

You’re still on the patio, fuming at his absurdities.

“No, I have to go home! I’ll take care of it! Listen Mister Joker, I’m not expecting anything from you! ” you underline the truth and his witty response baffles Y/N:

“I was sure expected though to get naked and have sex right after escaping Arkham, huh?!” and The Joker protectively covers his daughter’s ears, his messed up brain figuring out she shouldn’t hear that. “Where’s home anyway, huh?” the tirade continues.

“That’s none of your business!” you shriek and he repositions Emma in his arms, preparing to lecture her mother when he gets distracted by the growth spur.

“Did she just get…bigger??!!!”

“Yes,” you join him in the middle of the room, explaining things you shouldn’t because frankly you should be at your residence by now. “She’s using capabilities inherited from me in order to speed up her evolution and then take a break to recharge around one year old landmark.”

“Fascinating,” J gushes while placing Emma on the couch: the baby is napping, not bothered by the quarrel anymore. “Wait here; I’ll go instruct my men on what we need.”

This is the limit to make you lose your marbles.

“There. Is. No. WE!” you thud on the wood floor and The Joker watches you get taller and taller until you can barely fit under the vaulted ceiling, electing to show him what he’s messing with. The metahuman transforms into the nightmare she really is: dark and sinister, covered in black feathers with sharp, long claws and fangs ready to tear apart the human trespassing a fine line.

That’s not what The Clown saw last night: you keep the beast caged but now IT needs to come out, otherwise he won’t understand the seriousness of his circumstances.

“You are not needed!” your heavy steps make the ground shake. “You are not wanted!” you corner The Joker between the table and the couch Emma is resting on. “Don’t stay in my way or you’ll regret it!!!! I’m taking my daughter and we’ll go: don’t try to stop me or I’ll kill you!!!” and you bend over to snarl in his face, prepared to shred him to pieces.

Eerie silence while J is gathering all his strength to put up with the fucked up events leading to this moment.  

“You two can’t go,” he straightness his back, so stiff one could think he swallowed a broomstick.

“Why not?” you smell his skin, antagonized.

The Joker tries to look as imposing as possible but he’s still half your size; nothing else in his mind besides some words of wisdom he’s about to repeat:

“Because us freaks have to stick together.”

You unravel your tusks, displeased with his strategy:

“Speak for yourself!”

That went down the drain fast, J thinks while the hideous mug a few inches away from his face doesn’t bulge. His eyes wander off to the sofa and he gasps:

“Where’s the baby?!”

A sharp claw points towards the ceiling and he looks up only to notice Emma snuggling in her blanket.

“Oh my God!” his eyes get big. “What is she doing there?!”

“Snoozing!”

“She’s gonna fall!” The Joker circles around you, worried about the angel.

“She’s not going to fall; she’s comfortable,” you huff and reach to caress her.

“Where are the wings?!” J glares at the gigantic mother tending to her peculiar offspring.

How many people have witnessed such bizarre sight? NONE. And yet The Clown is asking questions without a trace of disgust or judgement; only pure curiosity.

“They’ll come and go, she can’t fully control them yet.”

“Can you…can you turn into your usual self?” he suggests. “You’re very ugly like this and it’s spooking me out.”

“Do you know you’re interested in us because she’s making you?” the monster bites without using her fangs. “You’re useless, yet she wants you around.”

“Oh yeah?” The Joker’s attitude escalates despite the sticky context. “You’re useless also since you chased me until I slept with you; she exists thanks to my help! You should be ecstatic!!”

“Money is not enough?!” you gradually switch to the Y/N he’s familiar with even if you’re still mad.

“I have money,” The King of Gotham pretends not to be relieved by the welcomed transmutation.

“Then what do you want?” you attempt to compromise for your daughter’s sake.

“My birds,” he calmly admits.

You debate on his stupid reply: is J deaf and didn’t catch the memo?! He might be because he keeps on telling you he didn’t discern the odd, loud noises you heard twice so far.

You are not aware it would be such a blessing to hear those sounds again: it could mean the unconventional family Emma is trying to keep together might actually work.    

Also read: MASTERLIST

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[gay4eraser]

ZOMBIE APOC AU IDEAS

This is based on me dying over zombie apocalypse concepts and logistics and such. I've honestly thought a Lot about it and why and how the disease itself works and hdgdjefhrj i'm obsessed with zombies

Anyways

The zombie apocalypse is somehow worse and better in a universe with quirks

On one hand, zombie can't use quirks because they typically require higher brain functions. On the OTHER hand, heteromorphic quirks, or subconscious quirks exist. Zombies with uncontrolled superpowers.

Society is kinda in shambles but is also holding out surprisingly well especially because the heroes still alive are frantically trying to keep everything from descending into UTTER chaos

Aizawa was basically being thrown around the country by the govt to help take down zombies with working quirks until he said FUCK ALL OF THIS and just went solo and is still worked to death but on his terms now, bitch

Mic is Crazy Useful in this situation because his volume can distract hordes zombies or take out entire fucking streets full because decomposing bodies can't withstand the same force healthy ones can

Also Mic is struggling so hard and trying to find his boyfriend who yeeted off into the shadows. They hear updates about him every now and then but nobody can ever nail him down

All Might is Struggling even more because he's trying to help every chance he gets but the apocalypse happened AFTER his injury so he can only help so often and the rest of his time is spent trying to not get killed by overzealous zombie hunters because this man doesn't look like he's alive

Seriously All Might goes to help out every fucking possible chance he has which means he's constantly running his quirk to the wire and generally only has a few minutes to his big form at a time, he's just CONSTANTLY using it

He's in terrible shape gdi he's probably not very far from keeling over at any given moment

AND THAT'S WHEN AIZAWA RUNS ACROSS HIM LOL

Actually at this point it's known by a lot of people that All Might has a smaller form because of how often he's been poofing in and out without control but everyone whose seen him keeps it as kind of an open secret like. A lot of people know but the world is ending whose gonna gossip bout it now when this dude's half dead because he's trying to save their asses??

All Might is like Aizawa and running around trying to help/survive at every available opportunity and working himself to the bone

Aizawa happens to watch All Might himfuckingself Detroit Smash a street full of zombies and then poof and pass tf out

Aizawa grabs his ass and drags him to safety cussing the whole way and nearly decapitated him when Yagi woke tf up and punched him in the throat on reflex

"Are you sure you're still alive jfc man" "yeah I get that a lot..."

They team up in their self destructive zombie hunting and get kinda famous

"So what was your life like before this" ",,,All Might doesnt exactly get a personal life, so uh... LETS TALK ABOUT YOU what about you lol" "...I had a boyfriend" "...oh. is he dead?" "God no I can hear him taking out hordes half the city away all the time i just haven't been able to see him"

Fast forward "...Aizawa does your boyfriend?? Know you're still alive???" "....f U CK"

All this time Aizawa and Yagi are slow building this super awkward sexual and romantic tension and it Nearly comes to a head at one point but Yagi flips his shit like "...OH MY GOD he has a BOYFRIEND" every time and backs tf away meanwhile Aizawa knows Yamada Polyam Ho Hizashi would be fucking thrilled if Aizawa managed to bone All Might and is trying to let Yagi like go at his own pace

It's not gonna happen Yagi thinks he's trying to cheat on his boyfriend

Until yadda yadda timeskip Mic manages to catch up to them and he's like "YOOOO ERASERHEAD I UNDERSTAND WHY YOU LEFT THE GOVT BEEN DOIN ME DIRTY TOO BUT BABE WHY DIDNT YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU"

Then smooches him hard (like, several minute "oh my god the world is ending and I havent seen you in like half a year" lips locked hard MAKEOUT) and Yagi's about to feel bad and angsty and all "see he's got a boyfriend" and then aizawa be like "zashi this is all might and i've been trying to kiss him for months will you PLEASE tell him i'm allowed to"

The end lol I should write this, i'm obsessed enough with zombies AND allerasermic that it wouldn't be much of a problem

[the-knees-of-the-bees]

Tomorrow Only Knows [Chapter 14] - Ignis Scientia x FemReader

YOOOO I am on the struggle bus trying to get these chapters out. I feel like my free time has suddenly been sucked from me, so I apologize that this story keeps on dragging. But please enjoy this spooky chapter ahead of Halloween

Chapter 14 Theme/Warnings - magic, witchcraft, existential crisis, anxiety, self-doubt, prophecies, spiritual concepts

Word count - 6,338

Chapter 14 Recipe - Chickatrese Hot Buns (Siopao)

Series Master List - Tomorrow Only Knows

Screenshot credit - @metapoodle

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He ran a hand along your upper arm, gently pushing you away from him as he stood before you. A sigh slipped from his mouth as he angled his head towards the ground, “it cannot be helped any longer, what is done is done. I’m learning to come to terms with that now. I can only hope that this does not drastically impact Noct’s chances of success.”

You frowned, you wanted to hold him again but this subject was one that he would distance himself from anytime it arose, “Iggy…we all make choices that haunt us.”

“None so grave as my own.”

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CONTINUE TO AO3 FOR CHAPTER 14

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Keep Reading for Chapter 14 Recipe “Chickatrese Hot Buns”

Siopao (“baozi” in Chinese dishes) is a steamed bun filled with various meat fillings. Pork is one of the most common types of filling but this recipe is a sweet pineapple chicken combo that my mom has used for years. Time to flex these muscles for this kneading recipe!

**Depending how big you make your buns, this recipe will yield about 15 - 20 siopao

Filling

2 chicken breasts (boiled, then cubed small) OR 2 cans of cooked shredded chicken

½ yellow onion, diced

2 tbsp olive or sesame oil

1 cup pineapple juice

¼ cup low-sodium soy sauce

1 tbsp brown sugar

¼ tsp black pepper

¼ tsp salt

1 chicken bouillon cube

1 tbsp corn starch or flour

1/3 cup cold water

3 to 4 boiled eggs (sliced)

Dough

1 pouch (21 grams) active dry yeast

2 cups luke warm water

2 and ½ tbsp white sugar

1 tsp salt

1 and ¼ tbsp baking powder

½ cup white sugar

5 cups all-purpose flour

6 tbsp vegetable oil

Kitchen Tools

Medium sauté pan

Chef’s knife and chopping board

Steamer

Small, medium, and large mixing bowls

Plastic wrap

Kitchen towel and tie

Measuring tools

Spatula

Wax paper

Dough Cutter (optional)

Filling

1. In a large sautéing pan, heat olive or sesame oil over medium heat. Add onion and chicken and cook until onion is translucent.

2. Add pineapple juice, soy sauce, brown sugar, pepper, salt, and bouillon cube to pan and stir until well mixed. Continue cooking until fluids are mostly absorbed.

3. Dissolve 1 tbsp of cornstarch or flour in 1/3 cup of cold water. Pour into chicken mixture and stir until well combined. Simmer until fluids are mostly absorbed and mixture is thickened.

4. Transfer to bowl and let cool.

Dough

1. Dissolve sugar into luke warm water. Add yeast and stir until dissolved. Let sit for 15 - 20 minutes.

2. In a large bowl, add dry ingredients one by one starting with the smallest volume dry ingredient and stir until well combined. Add flour cup by cup frequently stirring until all dry ingredients are combined. (this process is similar to geometric dilution, where gradually adding larger parts together allow for more even distribution)

3. Add oil to bowl and slowly add yeast mixture. Mix well until dry powders are moistened.

4. Pour onto a clean counter and knead for about 10 minutes or until the dough is smooth and elastic. (Knead by using both butts of your palms and mashing dough into its center, rotate dough each time and continue kneading in this pattern. Your arms will get tired, so take a couple breaks!)

5. In a separate bowl, lightly coat with oil. Place dough in bowl and cover loosely with plastic wrap and cover with a kitchen cloth. Place in oven to let rise for about 2 hours. The dough should nearly double in size.

6. Cut wax paper into small squares about 3” x 3”

7. Once dough has risen, remove from bowl and set on cleaned counter. Punch dough down and divide into 2 dough logs.

8. Cut a piece of dough with knife or dough cutter to a size that fits in your palm and roll into a smooth ball. You may need to periodically wet your hands very lightly to moisten the dough if its gets too dry. Flatten on the counter into a circle. Press edges of circle further down leaving a slight lump in the center. (This should be about a 6-8” diameter dough circle now). If the dough pulls away too easily, very lightly dampen the counter with a few drops of water to help keep the dough from curling back into itself.

** This next step can be done with the dough still left on the counter or balanced in your hand; it takes quite a bit of practice to find a good technique but don’t give up, I get frustrated every time I make these during this step but you’ll find a groove!**

9. Scoop about 2 tbsp of filling and set in center (careful not to get any sauce on the dough edges as this will make it difficult to close). Top with a slice of egg and pull edges together until bun is completely sealed. Pinch the dough until the creases are smoothed and there are no holes in the bun. Place a square of wax paper over this sealed side and flip over.

10. Fill bottom tray of steamer with water and begin boiling.

11. Let buns rise for about 20 minutes on the counter while the steamer preps.

12. Once water is boiling, lay buns in a steaming tray leaving about 2” spaces in between each bun to allow for expansion. Set tray on steamer and cover with lid and steam for 20 minutes. (To prevent precipitation from falling on buns while steaming, wrap lid with a kitchen towel and tie ends together at the top). Turn off stove top and crack lid for 5 minutes.

13. Remove buns from steamer, repeat step 11-12 for all remaining buns, let cool and enjoy!

**To save for next day, wrap in plastic wrap. When ready to eat, remove from plastic wrap, cover with damp paper towel and microwave for about 30 seconds or until heated through

[bananaink]

Heya everyone! I wrote something for my AU :D

It’s short and pretty far into the storyline itself but I needed to let off some steam. :D Izuku is already a solid part of the class - still no official student but you get the gist. And he’s still a prankster >:]

Have fun reading! :D

The doodle incident

“MIDORIYA!”

Old used boots hit the ground and slipped on clean and shiny marble floor. 

“Shit-shit-shit-shit-”

At full speed Izuku dashed around a corner, sweating and wheezing. At the last second before he could fall flat on his side, he grabbed a students arm and accidently activated his quirk. He could feel the skin under his hand harden and the student in question grunted in surprise. Red eyes turned and a surprised grin stretched over sharp teeth and hardened skin.

“Midoriya? What’s up, man?”

Izuku used Kirishima to steady himself and took off again, leaving more surprised grunts behind.

“No time- gonna die, bye!”

He heard the telltale sound of fabric being unleashed and his breathing faltered for half a second when he felt his quirk vanishing. His fingers tingled.

“Shit!”

It said a lot about the regularity of this occurrence that Izuku dodged the first attack of Aizawas scarf without even thinking about it. He ducked his head, tucked his arms in and dove between a group of unsuspecting students, waiting in the school halls for their day to begin. He landed on his side and knocked against two sturdy legs.

Surprised squeals echoed from girls and equally startled boys knocked into each other in an attempt to step aside. Izuku didn’t need to look up to see Aizawas first round of attack to go slack and retreat. But that didn’t mean he could stop and take a breather.

“What did you do this time?”, a friendly voice piped up and Izuku nervously smiled up to round rosy cheeks and brown hair framing an amused smile. Right beside her a serious frown behind rectangular glasses fell on him.

“I’m innocent!”, Izuku panted and scarmbled to stand up again, using the powerful engine-legs to prop him up, slipping and then running again.

“Of course you are!”, Ochaco laughed simultaneously to Iida Tenyas “No running in the halls!”

Izuku kept on dashing through the rapidly growing sea of students. He just needed to waste enough time for classes to start - Aizawa was too reliable to be late just because Izuku drew doodles on an official school paper, right?

How was he supposed to know that Aizawa had worked on that particular report for weeks? And that he had submitted it to principal nedzu without noticing his rather crude drawing of ‘Ereaserhead and the stick up his...’ on page five? He felt something brush his ankles and grabbed for a big student with six arms, held together like wings that stretched out almost instinctivly to his hands. Izuku held on to one of them, swung his legs up and flipped over Shoji - who didn’t even swayed. Still Izuku felt a hand gently pushing his back and after the involuntary tremor of fear he let himself be steered through the air back to his feet.

All of that happened in less  than two seconds so he not only evaded a second pursuit of Aizawas scarfs but gained more distance between him and his guardian by abruptly changing directions.

He wasted energy and waved a thanks to Shoji over his shoulder. Just in time to crash into another student and toppling to the floor. He felt the other struggle and instinct took over. Izuku made sure to land ontop - whoever he had runover - and trapped a small waist between his legs. Gasping for breath he pinned two strong hands to the floor and blinked into mismatched eyes. Todoroki - equally surprised but with a wince - blinked up to him.

“Ouch- What the-”

"MIDORIYA IZUKU! Get back RIGHT NOW!”

Aizawas annoyed voice echoed through the halls and Izuku flinched. He didn’t dare to look back. Todoroki sighed deep and puffed some hair out of his face.

“Sounds like you’re in trouble.”

Izuku felt heat in his cheeks and distress in his chest rising.

“I didn’t mean to!”

“You never do.”, came the dry reply and Todoroki wiggled his wrists. Izuku instinctivly tightened his grip - donttouchdonttouch - before he blinked, let go and scrambled to stand up. Todoroki sat up and rubbed his head, wincing.

Izuku stumbled and pushed himself forward but suddenly he felt the familiar firm fabric wrapping around his leg and he barely catched himself on his arms when he faceplanted to the floor. Hard. Immediatly his whole body was dragged back and he locked eyes with Todoroki.

“Shit.”

A slightly amused eyebrow raised, Todoroki dusted his shoulders of.

“See you in class, Midoriya.”

_

Ten minutes later, Izuku found himself wrapped in Aizawas scarf, fixed at his desk in the far corner of the classroom. His “classmates” tried really hard not to laugh and look at him. He heaved a breath, calming his racing heart. Only his arms were free and Aizawa put a pen in his hand, pointing to the stack of paper, higher than his forarm.

“You will copy and order those analytics for your classmates, classifying their strengths, weaknesses and skillevel, based of of your teachers written reports.”

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean for Principal Nedzu to actually see the doodle-”

“And you will clean up all grafities around school.”

“-and I didn’t thought he would scan and print it out-”

“And you will clean the classroom from top to bottom.”

“-to show it around! I mean you can’t possibly fault me for-”

“Start writing, Midoriya.”

Izuku bit his lip and sighed deep through his nose, listening to stiffled giggles and confused snorts around the room.

“Sure, whatever...”

Aizawa turned away as soon as Izuku took his school-notebook and drummed his pen against the blank paper, ready to start, when the door suddenly bursted open. Loud ugly laughing sounded through the room. Izuku knew who it was without looking up. Shit. If he came, then something bad must’ve happend. For Izuku.

“YOOOO! SHOUTAAAHA-HA-HA!”

No one else than Yamada Hizashi - Presentc Mic - sauntered right to Aizawa, still laughing loudly and pressing a piece of paper to his chest like a treasure. Behind the sunglasses Izuku couldn’t tell if he was nodding to him or no one in particular. Aizawa himself slumped deep, bone tired.

“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching?”

Izuku took the pen and started untangling Aizawas scarf around his legs and chair with it - maybe a little bit too hastly. Todoroki threw him a sideway glance and Sero mouthed a clear ‘what did you do?’ over his shoulder but Izuku didn’t care. He needed to get out before-

“Haa?? They’ll be fine, self-study. I’ll be back before they notice.”

He threw his arm around Aizawas shoulders and fake-whispered right into the room.

“I just thought I should let you know - the little pretty doodle from this morning...”

Izuku couldnt see Aizawas face, but in the tense line of his shoulders he could see that Aizawa probably had a pretty big vein pulsating on his forehead. Yamada peered over his glasses at Izuku, the biggest smirk splitting his face. Oh no.

“What about that?”

“Well... a few copies somehow made it out of the teachers lounge. By the window.”

The silence that followed was eerie. But by the time Aizawa turned around to glare at the one probably accountable for that, the chair was already empty. An open window creaked in the light summer breeze. Todoroki as the one sitting right next to Izuku pointedly looked into the other direction.

“Don’t take it out on the little guy.”, Yamada said and chuckled, turning Aizawa back around to him.

“He may have drawn it but he didn’t threw the copies out the window.”

Now the students slowly ducked their heads. Izuku - already climbing far away down the building - shivered.

Everyone except Hizashi Yamada felt the murderous intent building on Aizawas face. Present Mic proudly held the picture to his chest, still laughing and slapping Aizawas shoulder like a good natured friend would do who had just played a prank. Or he was potentially suicidal.

“I did! You shoud’a’ve seen you’re face! HI-LA-RI-”

Izuku touched the ground when he heard and saw Present Mic getting thrown out of the window into a nearby tree.

[ask-phobia-sanses]

-Antlo-

“hey lupop im gonna to pet you” antlo teases “oh god no” lupop says fearful “im gonna” antlo says teasingly lupop runs away from antlo but antlo follows him then takles him “AHH NOO!!!” lupop yells melting into water painfully and slowly then turns back normal but hes dead antlo smiles then picks up lulpop’s dead body then digs by a river then throws lulpop in the hole then covers it up. “W-what are you doing” antho asked antlo, antlo then turns around to face antho, antho covers her mouth in saprize “w-why d-did you kill lulpop!?” antho yelled at antlo angeredly antlo attacks antho with a birst of water she dodges it knowing if she dident she would turn to water like lulpop antlo rased their hand antho looks at him smugly but then a shadow covers antho fully. Antho looks up to see a big wave heading their way antho trys to run away but antlo somuns a hand of water and drags antho closer to the water antho crys for help… But no body came… Antho starts crying antlo smirks when she starts crying and starts drowning her. Her body became limp after a few minutes antlo grabs antho’s body and pats its head “you should of just gave up sooner” he says to the body then smashing in to nothing “haha good” antho says to him self ——– Maybe gonna contine this

Story belongs to me @pokemondraw

OMG YOOOO MY FLOWER GIRL IS DEAD OO O -Bagel

[gardenofpoppies23]

Monster Romance Marathon

Film: The Polar Bear King (1991)SLIGHT Spoiler Alert

THOUGHTS/RAVE/RANT FEST:

So it started out so simply. Princess from the Winterland (north) wants to explore and see real flowers and real grass. Her dad’s protective, so that’s a no. King-to-be (of the summer kingdom) gets cursed by overly possessive witch. He turns into a giant-ass polar bear, and it’ll last for seven years, cuz the witch is obviously a salty biatch. Her reasoning is that he’ll never find someone who can love him. So poor dude travels north, hoping that a winter maiden can actually love him. Fun fact: Some of the northerners can talk to animals, especially the king and his daughters. And I was like: well it’s kinda old and the effects aren’t pretty so I might as well as go through with it. But it’s based on Norwegian folklore, and I’ve always been drawn to fairytales. SO I TOOK A DEEP BREATH AND KEPT WATCHING.

 Okay so our Heroine princess gets drawn to Polar King. Love at first sight. And I was like: THat quick?! Okay, whatever Imma keep watching. They travel south. Get married. Yeah, yeah. So he visits her every midnight but she can’t really see his pretty human face until the seven-year thing is over. I was intrigued. Oh and they have their first baby (wink).

That witch is annoying. She doesn’t have any power over our Heroine, so she tries to go after the couple’s baby. The King’s mother has been in hiding from the Evil Witch ever since the king traveled north. She’s got invisibility powers. She ain’t that powerful, but she’s dang smart. So before that Evil Witch can kidnap the babies (cuz we end up with 3 kids here, boy, they’re productive), King’s momma wraps the kids with her invisibility mojo. OUR ROYAL COUPLE DOESN’T KNOW THIS, and they’re devastated, our HEROINE especially. Me: Why can’t the king’s mom just inform them for one minute!? Okay, keep going.

HEROINE gets so depressed her husband tells her to go visit her dad. But he warns her not to take any gift from her sisters. Welp. So she gets reunited with her fam and it’s all good. Except. She screws up. Wow. But that’s okay, this thing’s gonna have a happy ending. It is known.

l got Eros and Psyche vibes from the whole she’s not supposed to see his face concept. Long story short, she’s screwed cuz the witch triumphs for a while and her husband is kidnapped and the witch will finally marry the king. She goes hysterical and wanders around searching for her hubby..

She’s a hot mess, but with some surprising help, she gets the mission/quest going. Oh, and she goes warrior mode. She puts on pants, magic shoes, a hood, and she drags herself up a freakin cliff to get to the witch’s castle. Yay! So throughout the film, you see the difference from her single-self and her married-self. So basically, she’s no longer a girl. She’s a woman. And near the end, she sneaks into the witch’s tower so she can pull off an Arya Stark-esque like trick during the wedding banquet.

Overall? Would love to see it again. It ain’t perfect, but yoooo… I’m lovin’ this trope more and more y'all. And it’s not much of a monster romance, cuz the focus shifts on the girl overcoming the witch and pulling herself together. But he’s a polar bear on this one and some of the bear stuff is kinda wack.

[theweatheredhickory]

Letters to Nobody

when your friend revives an internet trend from c. 2011 and you’re very motivated to do it because you’re probably more emotionally aware now than you’ve ever been and you want to see the answers.

Best Friend

dear best friend,

I’m surprised we are actually, i barely noticed it happening. and i certainly thought it would be one from their numbers. maybe you’re just what i need most right now. either way, thank you for everything. i dont know how i would get through without you.

love, me

Crush

dear crush,

not even sure if you categorically fit here to be honest. more like would-be crush? potential future crush depending on the situation? who knows lmao. but know that even though you’re showing up *here* on this list, you are so much more than just a crush to me, and i genuinely hope that we will be a part of each other’s lives forever.

love, me

Parents

dear parents,

I forgive you. 

love, tif 

Closest Relative

dear mom,

you da best you weirdo.

love, ji jie

Dream

dear dreams,

you know which ones you are. thank you. thank you for setting me free. 

in earnest, brain  

Stranger

dear stranger,

did you know i’m super shy? for new people anyway. but i want to talk to you, and i want to get to know you and get along. please talk to me even if it seems like i’m cold or disinterested, i promise you that you have my full and undivided attention. 

hopefully, me

Favorite internet friend

dear fave internet friend,

yoooo we aint just internet friends we’re irl friends too, but you’re here because i dont have any exclusively internet friends and our convos as of late have only been on the internet ^^; but honestly i’m just so glad we’re keeping up with each other. if someone went back in time and asked me who i thought i’d keep in touch with the most, i don’t think i’d have thought it was you. but i’m glad it is. it’s a definitely a most pleasant of surprises :] 

best, me

Someone you wish you can meet

dear bernie,

how much did you know of what you were doing? how long have you been planning this? where do you think this will go? 

knowingly, an intj

Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

dear person,

i wish that we had stayed in touch. i wish that it wasnt awkward for me to think of reaching out to you. i hope that you are doing well. i hope that we will come together again some day. you are one of the loveliest people i know. 

best, tif

A deceased person you wish you can talk to

dear grandpa,

what was your life like? what were your thoughts and beliefs? at the end, did you see what your decisions had resulted in for your precious family? did you regret it? did you wish you had done differently? it wasnt your fault. nobody blames you. i can totally understand what you did, and the rest of them do too. but i’m sure you worried. they’ll be fine though. all of us will be fine. one way or another, we’ll all be better off. there is no point in regrets, only looking to the future. and there’s plenty of room for all of us to grow. 

rest easy, a granddaughter who never knew you 

The person you hate/caused you a lot of pain

dear person,

i love you. from far away, from years later, from words unspoken. i love you. i’m sorry we hurt each other. i’m sorry we didn’t figure it out. i’m sorry we won’t. but i hope you understand some day the way i do now. or i hope that you forget it all and move on and live well. if any memories are to drag you down, i hope that they will never be ones of me. 

all the best, tif

Someone you’ve drifted away from

my child,

what happened to you? what happened oh my darling. i’m so sorry. i couldn’t protect you. i know you didn’t ask, but i still wish i did. i still wish i could have. i’m sorry you’ve lived how you’ve lived. i’m sorry you feel so alone. but when you are ready, i promise you i will be here. i promise you i will be with you. i know you don’t believe that, i know you don’t believe anything anymore. but it will never change the fact that it is true. 

with all my heart, me

Person you miss most

dear jen,

i’M SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU NEXT WEEK AHHHHHHHHH. you’ve felt so far away and distant, not just because you’re geographically the farthest, but i know you’ve been distancing yourself in other ways too. i don’t just miss you for seeing you, i miss you for interacting with who you honestly are. i hope you know you can always come to me for anything, good or bad or in between. 

faithfully, tiffish

Someone that is not in your state/country

dear kevin,

i hope you’re not having too hard of a time, so far away from us all. i know the cultural differences have got to be shocking too. i dont even know if i, as a native english speaker and born/bred american, could handle college in the south <_< you’re a brave kid for seeing as much change as you have, and i’m in awe of how utterly flexible you are. 

best, tiffany 

Someone from your childhood

dear ashley,

where are you now? we were never the closest of friends, i don’t even know if we were really friends....<_< but you were the first in a series of striking life memories that shaped my life as it is today. i so wonder who you turned out to be and why. 

lightly curious, tiffany, who was “right”

The person you wish you could be

dear self,

i’ll be seeing you very soon.

relentlessly, Me.

Someone that pesters your mind

dear person, 

UGH I WAS WRONG YOU DO FIT INTO ANOTHER CATEGORY HERE. OMG YOU GIVE ME FRICKIN SO MUCH STRESS lmao. please for my sake and your own, learn the lessons and get it together. i am so concerned literally all of the time <_< 

thanks, tiffany

Someone you judged by their first impression

literally can not think of any. natural tendency is to reserve judgement until i know i’m right ;]

The person that gave you your favorite memory

dear mths field corps members 2008-2011 seasons,

thank you for being my family. even though we weren’t all friends and we didn’t all like each other, what we built and what bound us together was a common striving towards excellence, and a commitment to our craft. the lessons i learned with you have shaped the person who i am today, have made some of the best parts of my personality, and i will always remember the sheer magnitude of our collective joy, our relief and our surprise and our love for each other and what we had done, all perfectly rolled up into that one moment. 

thank you forever, little tif 

Last person you made a pinky promise to

......?

The friendliest person you only knew for a day

dear tiffany,

i hope you’re doing well. i hope you’re safe and warm in a new home with your son, and i hope you’ve found a stable job and are on your feet and on your way to being better than that. i’m glad you took a chance and called out to me that night. i’m glad i had the opportunity to meet you and to learn things about myself. i hope i never see you on that street corner again, because it means that you are doing okay. 

all the best, tiffany 

Someone that changed your life

dear shaila,

girl i dont even know if you’re on tumblr anymore lol. but thank you thank you thank you so much for hearing about a little thing called ONE, and thank you thank you for bringing it up in that one conversation in the dining hall that one time we REALLY talked to each other. thank you for setting my life on a trajectory that introduced me to some of the most amazing people i’ve ever met, including yourself. thank you for dragging me into the world of politics and activism and self-starting and leadership. i have learned so much from all of it, and i owe you for being the one that dropped into my world and turned it upside down in so many ways. 

forever grateful, tif

The person you’d tell everything to but are too afraid to

dear person,

i haven’t met you yet. or you aren’t this person yet. but i look forward to meeting you some day. 

patiently waiting, tiffany

Your reflection in the mirror

dear self,

i am so proud of you. you have come so far. you have done so much. you are worth it. you can do it. i hope you never doubt yourself again. 

ever onward, tiffany