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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 12 days ago

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Hiii new follower here and i wanted to ask if you’d ever finished the Charon x virgin!reader fic? Im literally frothing at the mouth for him rn and your free use fic has me going insaneee

Firstly, thanks for the follow and thanks for checking out the blog! You picked a good time to ask, as I've spent the last couple days ironing out edits and filling in holes. I'm keeping to my word that I wouldn't give any more hard estimates on the publication date for fics, because I suck at it and am always wrong. Because of that, I can't say for sure that it'll be up in the next few days, but that's definitely what I'm shooting for.

What I can definitely offer you right now, though, is a preview.

Ringin' In the New Year

Pairing: Charon x Virgin!Female Vault Dweller (again, sorry I've been mislabeling it as "x Virgin!Reader")

Warnings: smut (18+), angst, loss of virginity, Charon's self-hatred and filthy thoughts, another "character's first 'real' orgasm" situation because I have a bit of a kink, mild canon-typical violence and discussion of bigotry, hand jobs, finger fucking, unprotected sex, mild cum play.

Notes: Please enjoy a few thousand words out of yet another over 10,000 word piece.

It was chilly outside as they made their way along what remained of the buckled, crumbled old sidewalk, though nowhere near the coldest he'd ever felt. Still, a slight breeze kicked up around them, dragging dust and light bits of trash along the street ahead. It whispered its way up her flowing skirt and sent her clutching her well-worn coat around her, shivering. He allowed himself to lengthen his stride a bit, trying his best to angle his body in a way that would block the wind while still keeping her in his field of vision. It was a cumbersome, slightly annoying way to walk, but they only had a block or so to go, and he hated to see her uncomfortable.

As they rounded the corner and came upon the shabby old motel, the barely-living neon sign's flickering glow beckoning warmly, he felt her carefully slip her small, cold hand into his.

The room was the very last in the row along the concrete upper floor. It wasn't very impressive, prewar and refurbished, but none of the places they stayed in ever were. Still, it was warm and relatively clean. There wasn't much by way of furniture, save for a heavily-stained bed, a pair of side tables whose stability he wouldn't gamble on, and a single chair against the wall. A pair of mismatched lamps with yellowed, musty shades provided some light, but the place was dim overall. What had once been a window had been tightly boarded up to seal out the wind and wet. There was technically an en-suite bathroom, or what had once been one, but it was little more than a dark alcove as Charon's eyes searched the shadows protectively. The toilet and tub were long gone, only ragged, rusty bits of the old drainage pipes remaining to even hint that they'd ever been there at all. A small bit of the old mirror still clung to the wall, scuffed and warped, and he avoided looking at himself as he turned back to face her.

"Tired?" he asked, setting their bags on the floor against the wall.

She hovered near the radiator in the corner, warming her hands as she rubbed her palms together. The tips of her nose and ears were pinkened as she gave a little yawn.

"No." she fibbed. It amused him.

"Liar."

The way she instantly held her nose high in haughty offense could've been perceived as anger, but he knew her better than that.

"Rude of you to say so." she shot back, doing a piss-poor job of hiding the smirk that played at her lips. "For your information, I could party all night long."

"Well. My apologies, then." he replied with teasing cordiality.

With that, he sunk carefully down into the single padded chair against the back wall, eyes still on her as she continued to warm herself. The old frame groaned a bit at his weight, but it held, so he sunk in further, relaxing as much as he was able. She was always chastising him to relax more.

For a while, things were quiet, but they weren't awkward. She eventually shed her coat, hanging it from a loose nail sticking out of the front door frame. He drank in the sight of her once more as she reached up, his gaze following the line of her back down to her plump ass. Inadvertently, he wondered how soft her supple thighs would feel if he ran his hands up them, pushing her skirt up over her hips; however, the thought was quickly banished, his eyes squeezing shut as he ran a disgruntled hand over the few bits of red hair that still clung to his head. As much as he enjoyed the small affections they'd begun to share, they only exacerbated the chronic sexual frustration he'd felt since they met.

Maybe after she fell asleep he'd excuse himself into the bathroom for a few minutes.

Trying his best to distract himself, he pulled his gun into his lap and checked it over for damage, polishing the body absentmindedly with an old, ripped piece of t-shirt he kept in his back pocket. She unclasped her Pip-Boy from her forearm, fiddling with the knob as she flipped through the radio stations, settling on a song he didn't recognize, slow and wordless. It was apparently familiar to her, though, as she hummed along easily, not missing a note as she sat on the edge of the bed to unlace her boots. His gaze burned into the wooden stock of his weapon as she stood again and bent at the waist, touching her toes in the first of her usual evening stretches. When they'd first begun to travel together, he'd shamelessly stared every night, but anymore he felt too seen by her to risk it.

He was focusing so hard on the gun that he'd begun to go a little cross-eyed by the time she sprung back towards the Pip-Boy, which she'd gently set atop one of the side tables. Snatching it up and examining the screen, she gasped.

"It's almost midnight!" she exclaimed.

Charon opened his mouth to reply, but was left wordless when, with an almost unsettling casualness, she moved to position herself between his knees, pivoting quickly and sitting herself lightly on his jutting knee as if he were some sort of irradiated Santa Claus. It truly shocked him just how easily she leaned close to him, shoulder pressing against his collar bone; it didn't shock him as much as her peppering his face with crisp, sweet kisses did, however. For ten full seconds, she pressed her lips against his cheeks, his forehead, his closed eyelids. Between his eyes, right above the gaping hole in his face where his nose had once been, not even seeming to notice the sloughing flesh. Outside, there was some ruckus, cheering and small-caliber gunshots and such, but the noise was almost entirely drowned out by the ringing in his ears.

"Happy New Year!" she cheered merrily as she pulled back, her smile so bright that it seemed to light everything around her in a halo.

Charon grinned bigger than he could ever remember, his face aching like it could split into pieces at the unfamiliar movement. He didn't know what to say. He didn't have anything to say, really, too overwhelmed by entirely foreign feeling of receiving so much affection at once. Every inch of him was tight with surprise and withheld tension from staring at her all evening. Thankfully, she seemed to have grown fairly familiar with how plugged up he could be, verbally and emotionally. But after a few beats, he still didn't know what to say, too afraid he'd say something off-putting, so he instead placed his hand softly against her lower back, massaging there gently, awkwardly.

Sure to maintain her balance on his knee, she leaned into his touch as much as she could. She was almost dead-even with his face as she sat straight, and there was a look in her eyes that he couldn't identify. Slowly, she raised one hand and placed it on his pitted cheek, her touch gentle, but surprisingly sure.

Then she leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.

They had never gone this far. Not that a kiss on the mouth was "far" between a normal man and woman, but he certainly was not a normal man, and she was no ordinary woman, with all her grace and warm kindness and her full, soft lips. They had shared a handful of kisses in the recent past, a habit initiated entirely by her; on the cheek, on the hand, on the corner of the mouth. Eventually, he found the courage to return the gesture, at least on occasion. When he felt particularly daring, he’d kiss her on the crown of her forehead, but that was as close as he got to her face. Always softly, often barely more than a brush as he feared he’d tear her soft skin open with his ragged lips.

God, her lips were soft against his own.

He should've been pulling away, he chastised himself harshly, stopping her from making this mistake. He should've reminded her that being with a ghoul would ruin her reputation, subject her to a hateful scorn unlike anything she’d ever experienced. He should've been protecting her like he would under any other circumstance instead of thinking with his dick.

Instead, he pressed back against her mouth with his, barely forcing his hands to stay at his sides as several quiet seconds passed.

The kiss was fairly chaste, but tender, and the pillowy feeling of her lips against his made his already growing erection twitch strongly in his leathers. After a few moments, she pulled back slowly, her eyes still closed as she withdrew her hand from his cheek. A little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. When that unknown glint in her eyes, she looked at him like she was seeing all the way into him.

“Thank you for taking care of me tonight. I know I didn’t make things easy on you.” she chuckled softly, and he nodded dumbly in reply.

The pink that had dusted her ears and nose before had moved down onto her cheeks.

"Alright, I'm gonna go change." she said quickly, pulling herself back to her feet and stretching her arms toward the ceiling before stooping to grab her bag up into her arms.

He nodded, eyes not leaving hers as she turned to pad softly across the threadbare rug. He couldn't stop himself from fully drinking her in as she walked away, tracing his gaze up from her delicate feet and ankles, to her curvy, strong legs and thighs. The way dress flowed down her curves and showed off parts of her arms and legs he couldn't usually see made him harden further, and he forced his eyes up to take in her soft shoulders and elegant neck, partially obscured by her long, wind-swept hair.

He wanted to fist his hand in it and kiss her again until she was breathless. He wanted to taste her.

She paused for a single beat when she reached the darkened doorway, throwing another unreadable look at him over her shoulder before smiling warmly and disappearing into the room. He lingered, frozen, in the chair for another moment, listening to the heavy thud of her dropping the backpack on the floor and padding across the worn tile with her bare feet.

She carries too much shit.

Once he forced himself to move again, he immediately began to fidget nervously, afraid he'd fucked up any number of times between when they'd left the bar and this very moment. Of course, if he had, she'd try her best to not let it show, so her overall pleasant reaction wasn't as reassuring as he'd have liked it to be. His sharp ears quickly picked up on the sound of her fiddling with snaps and zips, cloth rustling as she undressed herself. Though he still possessed enough shame to feel bad about it, his already-aching erection pulsed at the thought of her naked only a few feet away.

As he took a deep breath and dug a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, jamming one between his thin lips, he was stopped from lighting it by something else: the smell of her arousal.

The smell would have been pretty apparent for what it was, anyway, but he’d become very familiar with her personal scent in their past few months together. He'd almost always smell it at night; trying not to study her too closely as she shifted her thighs back and forth in her sleeping bag, catching a slight note of it when checking on her after she’d retired for the night during his watch. Sometimes he’d even smell it when she was sleeping.

Without his leave, his hands gripped at the arms of the chair in a search for an outlet for his rapidly mounting tension. His cock was fully erect, straining against its leather confinement. His head swam with the scent of her, with the image of how she’d looked all night, the feeling of her hands brushing him, her lips on his. The dry old wood creaked in protest as it bent slightly under his uncontrolled grip, and he quickly pulled his hands away, both of which ran over his face in exasperation. He was ready for her to sleep. He needed some alone time.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, however, all his plans were scattered to the winds.

"Charon." she called, her voice soft, timid.

It wasn't hard to imagine where she'd scrounged up the negligee, a sheer little thing that had seemingly once been black, faded in most spots to a dark heather grey. Maybe she'd even found it where she'd found the dress. Her posture was a little awkward as she stood in the bathroom doorway, the mild discomfort on her face making it plain that she was nervous. Still, that didn't dim the impact of how he could suddenly see almost all of her, his eyes unable to pick a single point to fixate on.

She looked breathtaking, so much so that it completely shut down his brain. The only thing he could force from between his lips split the air all wrong, slicing between them much more harshly than he'd intended:

"What are you doing?"

#this already took place on New Year's when I started it two or three years ago #scout's honor #charon fo3 #charon smut #charon x lone wanderer #charon x reader #charon x you #charon fo3 headcanons #fallout 3 #fo3 #submission

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biggie-chcese · 5 months ago

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Ways I Would Change Rain Code Chapter 3, Everyone's Favorite Chapter

(let's join hands and frolic in the fields of missed potential together yayyy yippeee 🐬🌈🫧 <3 spoilers btw. this is another long ass rant/critique so warning for that too)

chapter 3 is pretty infamous for being rain code's weakest chapter but i love this game and want it to be better, so here's some changes i'd make to it. these overhauls are gonna be pretty big in some places but hey! if that's what it takes!

Part 1: The Beginning

gonna start off with saying that makoto's introduction is perfect. i would change nothing about it. he's intriguing, his exchanges with yuma are fantastic, and he lays down some nice lore and foreshadowing. no notes

AS FOR WHEN YUMA LEAVES THAT PENTHOUSE... HOO BOY

i take so much issue with the introduction of the resistance. as hilarious as it is that they kidnap yuma by simply picking him up like a piece of furniture, it just kinda ruins every subsequent interaction he has with them. he has no reason to believe a single word shachi is saying. that man can preach about non-violence all day but that doesn't change the fact that he and his crew kidnapped yuma. and if i were yuma, that would be on my mind the entire time. just from a narrative standpoint, it feels strange for him to put more stock into what the resistance says than makoto, who literally saved his life. meanwhile the resistance kidnaps him, threatens to kill him like three times, and foists a menial task on him. why is he giving them the time of day at all? just lie about taking their request and go look for your friends.

so how would i change this? it's simple: have the resistance give yuma a good first impression

picture this: after leaving makoto's place, yuma returns to where the submarine used to be. he's devastated to not see any trace of his allies and breaks down. this is where he can have his sulking session like he has on that couch after being kidnapped in canon. shinigami teases him while he's down but eventually lifts his spirits when she talks about the detective who left an impression on her. yknow. "i want to eradicate all unsolved mysteries and bring happiness to everyone!" yeah, that guy. you know him. determined to keep going, yuma gets up and decides to search around for his friends. the player has control now and can talk to several NPCs asking about them. the final NPC says to yuma, "All the gunk and trash of Kanai Ward's rivers flow down into Dohya DIstrict. If you're looking for a body, that place is your best bet." that NPC gives yuma directions to dohya district, and the area is unlocked on the map! the player can take yuma there next

when yuma steps into dohya district, he has his initial shocked reaction to the place being completely flooded. it's horrible here, but he presses on, looking around and asking a couple more people if they've seen any bodies. as he's asking around, he sorta forgets that he is a small, frail, vulnerable outsider that looks really easy to rob, and so a couple of thugs come along to remind him of that. they corner him with knives, egging him on to fork up any money he's got (which would be none. yuma's broke ass lmao) and with no other options, yuma cries out for help.

in comes the resistance! i think this is where shachi saves yuma by breaking up the conflict peacefully- quite literally practicing what he preaches (SHOW, DON'T TELL!!!). the thugs leave, and shachi asks yuma if he's okay, inviting him to their hideout in the process. this is where we can have shachi drop the lore about dohya district as they walk there together. the resistance gets introduced, and i would change very little about their introduction! however, i would leave out the parts where they threaten to kill yuma, because yuma needs a reason to trust them. and let's be honest: those scenes do nothing but unnecessarily raise stakes before fizzling out immediately. yuma can still refuse their offer for him to join them because, well, they just met. and it's still a reasonable decision for him to make without the death threats and kidnapping. maybe instead of death threats, the resistance leaders get all riled up and loud, then shachi quiets them down and tells yuma he wants to talk about the issue in private on the roof. yuma can still witness shachi get his gun through the crack in the door.

everything is the same after that, including fubuki's scene because that part is perfect. everything about her in this chapter is perfect. i think she could've had a little bit of her labyrinth development outside of it but oh well. she kinda gets that in ch 4? moving on.

Part 2: Lamp Oil? Rope? Bombs?!

i actually love the bomb threats as a concept- they add a lot of stakes to the game. however, the pacing completely ruins that. yuma wastes too much time in between them in a way that makes the bombs lose all of their urgency. so let's just cut that all out and make them yuma's first priority. let's say yuma has 15-20 minutes reach and disarm each bomb. this gives him no time for lollygagging, and he goes running around the city immediately, trying to dodge all of the peacekeepers. he can even be intercepted by guillaume and dominic at these times and narrowly escape via QTEs and detours. this still gives our culprit at least 45 minutes to enact his plan, which is plenty of time. after disarming the bombs, then yuma can return to the hideout to confront the resistance. there, he finds nobody is there except shachi's corpse, slumped against the couch, with his revolver nestled in his right hand.

shachi's clothes are wet, implying he just came in from outside before shooting himself. the safe that held the gun is wide open. nothing else seems to have been moved around. since there's no evidence of a struggle, perhaps it... truly is a suicide?

"wait that's a pretty big change" you might be thinking. or not. im not psychic. but please consider: this game has enough locked room mysteries in it, and it can survive with one less.

my idea is that this mystery should have at least one more layer of complexity to it because the entire canon mystery hinges only on icardi's escape method... i guess there's also the "suicide or homicide?" part but anyone who has ever engaged with the mystery genre will instantly figure out that shachi is left handed the very second they bring up the gun's irregular design. so why not have a situation where the body is moved? we haven't done anything like that ever since chapter 0.

my other biggest gripe with this mystery is that icardi didn't need to kill shachi at all. he could've just done his robbery and left kanai ward (or, well, tried to) without any hiccups. why kill shachi? why does the game never touch on that? i guess we could go off of icardi hating shachi's ideals but... going out of his way to kill him during his otherwise perfect heist? idk, it seems like a super lukewarm motive for all that.

so why not have shachi get in his way? shachi directly tries to stop icardi by following him in secret and confronts him at the site where he's about to bomb the hydroelectric plant. and that is where shachi dies. i think shachi's true cause of death should be drowning, since it's the best way for icardi to kill him. and how does icardi do it? well, he threatens to drown servan first. in shachi's attempt to rescue servan, icardi gets the upper hand. icardi then transports his body back to dohya via the waterways to keep anyone off his trail. he then frames it like a suicide by shooting the corpse in the head. there, he plants the gun, cleans up a bit, and leaves.

there are a number of types of evidence for yuma to deduce this later. maybe shinigami notes that the gunshot wound seems way less bloody than it should be. maybe yuma finds something belonging to shachi near the hydroelectric plant, like his necklace (maybe stuck to a grate or buried in rubble from the explosion?) along with evidence of a huge struggle. also, yuma sees multiple safes floating outside a bank near the plant. also there should be a few more red herrings among the solution keys. yuma will still interrogate margulaw to get the lore on the others, of course

i want yuma to know that shachi was trying to save servan, but i honestly dont know how to make that clear through evidence. maybe servan leaves something behind on purpose?

(yuma can meet kurumi during all this the same way too idc. i don't really think her inclusion in this chapter is necessary but w/e i wont take what little screen time she has from her. poor girl)

in the end, yuma and co get cornered by guillaume and dominic at the hydroelectric plant's bomb ruins instead of a random office, so he can get his final batch of clues right beforehand. then just before dominic crushes him into a small purple stain, he panics and goes into the labyrinth as usual.

Part 3: Down the Rabbit Hole We Go!

just a heads up, i'm changing nothing about fubuki in this labyrinth. fubuki and her interactions with shinigami are the best damn part of it, so imagine it's still there under this new format. anyway.

now i get it- this mystery still hinges on icardi's abilities. im not a mystery writer, so just imagine a lot of this stuff is more subtle than it is presented here.

let's frame it like this: the mystery casts a lot of doubt on shachi at first. from the evidence, yuma's initial assumption is that shachi did the hydroelectric bombing to send a message to the rich, then returned to his hideout and ended his own life.

as we go through the labyrinth, we first deduce that the bombs were all a diversion to keep yuma and the peacekeepers away. after that, we learn about shachi being left handed, then we deduce that this had to be a homicide. after that, we try to figure out shachi's actions before he died, eventually coming to the conclusion that he was present at the bombing of the hydroelectric plant, but if it was a homocide, someone else maybe tried to stop him. from here, we look back at how his body was discovered and figure out that his real cause of death was drowning. yuma then points the finger at icardi due to his swimming ability, and we take down his arguments accusing the others as usual.

after this, we find out his motive through actual RDM matches with his phantom instead of just mentioning it at the end of the labyrinth. through his motive, we learn more about how shachi's body was transported through the waterways and shot post-mortem at the hideout. then we can finally go to GOD shinigami mode, where icardi tries to say "this is what shachi wanted! he started the bombings and i tried to stop him. he realized the error in his ways and asked me to kill him!" but yuma counters that with the evidence servan left behind, saying that shachi has shown to be nothing but a man of peace, even til the very end.

when it's over, icardi says he hates this city and wanted to leave, but yuma scolds him on his selfishness, in how many people he endangered and how he killed a man who wanted to do some good for this world, all for money. pissed, he finishes icardi off with a silly little comic book

Part 4: Oh Yeah What About Guillaume and Dominic

imma be real with yall i do not like these two. they're just lame ass antagonists man. and maybe it's the black in me talkin but im not a fan of the dynamic where dominic, one of two characters in the entire game that's darker than a sheet of paper, is a big dumb brute whose likes include "sleeping lazily" and dislikes include "thinking," is completely loyal to this ambiguously pale little girl. i dont think guillaume herself is racist- she treats him exactly the same as her other underlings. actually she strikes me as one of those "im not racist! i hate everyone! ^w^" kinds of people and she actually means it. it's still pretty obnoxious though. sorry guillaume likers.

i'm also not even gonna accuse kodaka and the dev team of racism or colorism (though i could say something about how nearly all of the darker skinned characters in danganronpa such as akane, aoi, and yasuhiro are all portrayed as the Stupid Ones™ or the butt of a joke like daisaku from DR3 who happens to be the ultimate... farmer... ok. ok that's fine. whatever. the sole exception is sakura, an excellent character... whose appearance is still treated like a joke. also i will not complain about servan's afro + donut lips combo. i will not. do you see how all these little things build up to leaving a bad taste in my mouth? anyway im getting sidetracked). so i'll say it could just be chalked up to ignorance. either way, i think one simple fix to this is to let dominic talk... in the mystery labyrinth

a really fun payoff to his dynamic with guillaume is to simply have them swap their roles in the labyrinth. there, dominic does all of the yapping, showing he was actually paying attention to the case the whole time in the real world, and guillaume is on the sidelines occasionally making red text appear by calling yuma a little f- er- maggot. it still retains their running joke, but gives it a more memorable punchline imo. it doesn't really get rid of the weird undertones but i think it adds something to dominic that's sorely needed by showing him as smarter than he comes off as.

Part 5: The Ending

now my biggest change i'd make to this ending is making yuma recognize that he killed icardi for no reason. he... sorta does it in canon? but he's more worried about the fact that he killed icardi at all and not his trend of having a way too eager trigger finger when it comes to the labyrinth. and he hardly even hesitated either. he was so angry with icardi for killing a good man like shachi for his own selfish reasons that he mercilessly killed him for it. and i want yuma to acknowledge that more. i want him to reflect on how his tendency to just use the labyrinth the moment he feels like he's in danger is a terrible thing. please. please i want more reflection on this.

i wont change much else. however, when makoto replaces their submarine, i want there to be some consequence: all of their notes are gone. the inside of the sub is clean. the scent of yakou's cigarettes is gone. the furniture is the same, but it's all brand new. it's unsettling, but the NDA graciously accepts their new gift.

idk how much strain that'd put on the team that modeled the sub's interior, but i think it's worth it. the game needs some concept of change and consequence to it. make chapter 3 matter.

that's really all i have to say. thanks for reading!

#rain code #mdarc #raincode #master detective archives: rain code #mdarc spoilers #rain code spoilers #video game analysis #i thought about adding to the ending a part where halara and desuhiko start to suspect yuma of killing culprits #but that kinda requires adding more shit to other chapters #which is TOO much work lmao #biggie's rain code ramblings

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silviakundera · 6 months ago

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Snowfall ep watch comments 13-15

Keeping it real with his nickname, Loser Li doesn't have the balls to join Team Vamp

Sorry dude, this would never happen to Elena Gilbert

Fun ass escape & fight scenes as our trio trash the train and escape in a field. The search in the field of tall grass as night closes in feels very 80s-00s vampire movie

Once AGAIN Loser Li punks out. This guy 😂😭 I love his constant, unrelenting failure

Look, the way Doctor Bestie realized he had to step up, because Mi Lan was injured & his bro distracted. TIME & PLACE, thank you.

He got close to making it thru this adventure without exposing himself but finally it was clear poor Vamp Daddy couldn't handle this one his own.

I both kinda do feel for Vamp Daddy's angst about his brother in disguise but also I'm too attached to them, so I'm just impatient for him to get over it and accept his only existing (and only mildly evil!!) relative

The brown leather coat is just not as suave a look for Loser Li. Return to your roots!

Oh good.

Henchman makes potentially his only smart move in the drama, to come plead for nep baby to rescue his crush. Li Yingliang looovesssss you! so muchhhhhh! it's ALL FOR YOU.

Our unhinged, unstable cyclone of insecurity & homosexuality emerges from the dungeon to fail another day! Good job, everyone.

"What ill intentions could a young boy in his hundreds have?" lol I love mysterious old guy

Sorry I'm unreasonably & unfairly on Doctor Bestie's side - kick his ass and settle him down. Vampires gotta stick together.

So doc is "complete" and Vamp Daddy, though made with the Blood Amber Stone, isn't? 🤔 Interesting. (ok not really lol, I'm not a 'lore' person)

Doctor Bestie cracked me up with his whole, I know all about equality in the modern age! I went to university! Look, he's probably more than a il evil but I like him SO MUCH, so can you just relent Vamp Daddy?

Otherwise WE might stop being friends. And that would be sad :(

All jokes aside, I do have the lingering feeling that Li Yingliang is being written as queer and the actor is playing it that way. Look at the way he is with his henchman too! It's just.... not like the vibe we see among other similar characters. They've fucked. More than once. And henchman told himself it's all fine between 'lonely' 1930s men, because they'll eventually take wives.

idk Vamp Daddy, I would have accepted the help of mysterious ancient master guy against a pursuing ARMY.

or maybe not kicked out my powerful brother.

Mi Lan knows what's up: stop the navel gazing emo and just get warm, eat well, and spend time with your loved ones.

Flashback to aftermath of Shen mansion massacre. Awful times had by all. Nobody thought burning alive a supernatural mom and her small child might have consequences. They did. Shen patriarch is like whyyyyy. His almost barbecued wife: r u 4 real?

Similarly, in modern remains of Shen mansion a bunch of people ambush Vamp Daddy and his gf, shoot her in the chest, so he goes murdery.

Then vamps her! YAY 🙌

Now you and doctor bestie just need to make up and find a way to extend your life too.

All hail Mi Lan's vampire awakening. Good stuff. Love the goth attire.

Also absolutely adorable and glowing in the bath

This is like Caroline in The Vampire Diaries, who was simply born to be a vampire and took to it like a duck to water. I want her to hang out more with the doctor. They can enjoy vampirism together.

Now that Vamp Daddy has healed Barely Legal Girlfriend, can we get (1) one more bloody kiss? Pretty pretty please? 🙏🙏🙏

Everyone but his henchman bf is hella pissed at Loser Li for being incapable.

This does not seem fair, as it's his defining quality 🤔

#cdrama #snowfall #silvia watches #snowfall spoilers

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carnelianwings · 9 months ago

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I take back what I said about not having much to say about Lacus in Seed Freedom, because the more I think about it the more I found myself empathizing with her and rooting for her throughout the movie (where I was largely neutral on her before).

Spoilers behind the cut (as you'd expect)

Seed Freedom opens with Lacus living with Kira, taking a more active role on the world stage, and a legitimized role on the world stage for once. Every other time she's taken action in her own name, with her self-titled "Clyne Faction", it's always been as a rogue, third party of like minded individuals, who are funded through non-government means (whether it's her just ... outright stealing the latest prototypes, or secretly developing them through Terminal and the Factory, and I'm not sure if it's even stated where the actual money for the latter comes from), and as such, isn't bound by the usual red tape and bureaucracy of having to answer to government officials and keeping things "on budget". It didn't matter that Kira would trash the suits for both sides to stop an active war zone, costing billions, because the Three Ships Alliance was never beholden to such world governments.

The difference is, COMPS is.

And thus Lacus struggles, now that she has to defend and legitimize Kira's actions on the field in a way that she never had to before - she's no longer able to just speak in philosophical terms, she can't just say "What Commodore Kira Yamato did is right, he stopped the fighting and he stopped your people from committing war crimes", she has to keep reality in mind (not just the ideal world she wishes for) and in reality, at the end of the day, money talks. And having to expend money and resources to replenish troops and equipment is a drain on the world governments, and no government is going to just disarm themselves at this point when there's still active skirmishes/smaller scale wars going on. (The fact Orb has kept an armed force in all of Seed says a lot about the world.) And it's a struggle she's never had to deal with, because she knows where Kira is coming from, understands why he made the decision he did in that moment, and fundamentally agrees with what he did, and so she can't just "throw him under the bus" by blaming him and saying what he did was wrong.

She can't just stop him, not when she agrees with what he's trying to do, and most certainly not when she wants him to be able to choose how he lives his life and what he does with it. Even if she herself wants nothing more than a quiet life on a secluded island, just her and Kira and all her robots, no war, no politics, no idol performances, no Being a Symbol for the People. Because she knows if she did that (and Kira would most certainly go with her) and it wasn't a choice Kira also made, wasn't something he also wanted, he'd be equally unhappy, torn between what he thinks he should do (because he can so he has a duty to) and what he wants to do, even if he's slowly burning out and self destructing from overworking himself.

But she also equally doesn't want to abandon him (because that's what she feels like she would be doing she didn't join him on the world stage) nor does she necessarily want to leave her "position" as "Icon of Peace" open (she's still haunted by what happened with Meer). She's supported him ever since he's gotten the Freedom (even if she's not a pilot and can't directly support him the way Cagalli can for Athrun), she's had his back for so long because she fundamentally agrees with what he wants to do, and she, too, at the end of Seed Destiny feels like she can't just Let Someone Else Take Care of It, because what if another Gilbert Durandal comes along?

So she takes the mantle of "Inaugural President of COMPS", and (just like Cagalli before her in Seed Destiny) struggles, wrestling with herself for the opening arc of the movie (before Orphee comes in and makes everything worse). Because for the first time in all of Seed, Lacus isn't sure if she made the right choices, made the right calls in the heat of the moment, and most certainly doesn't have all the cards in her hand before engaging in verbal warfare on the world stage. She's no longer in a position where she can just sweep in, Be Lacus Clyne Doing Lacus Clyne Things, use her charisma to "smooth things over", and even though she has a staunch ally in Cagalli (who is the one who proposed the idea of COMPS) at the end of the day, she's still the one who has the make the tough choices and the hard calls and take the "middle of the road"/compromise option where she didn't have to before.

And in the end, what she decides is she really just wants to be "Lacus Clyne Doing Lacus Clyne Things", and what Lacus Clyne Really Wants is to go live out in the middle of nowhere with her (very traumatized but very in love with her) boyfriend and maybe have hot beach sex once in a while, where neither of them have to fight anymore, because there's other people who are just as capable at this, who have been taking up their mantle, and more importantly are as equally as invested in this (glances at Cagalli and Athrun) that neither of them have to be the ones to pull the weight anymore as "the ones everyone relies on and looks to to Stop The Fighting".

Like I said before with Kira, if this is where her arc ends, and they're both relegated to flashback/Big Damn Hero moments after this, I'm fine with it. Because at the end of the day, both Kira and Lacus never really wanted to be there front and center in the first place (he fell into the cockpit, she ended up getting symbolized by the public), and it's high time they got their well deserved (peaceful) ending out of the public eye, as they both wanted since Day 1.

#gundam seed #gundam seed freedom #lacus clyne #mentions of kira/lacus #i think this is the most nuanced arc i've seen for her out of all 3 parts and easily my favorite #I'm just using this tumblr as a convenient place to dump essays to link to in other places lol

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imzsuzsis-blog · 10 months ago

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"On behalf of my family, Lando Norris, I'm asking for the full truth now!" I stood behind him while he threw himself into the bin, because sightseeing was the obligatory program today and this was the third bin he threw into. "I'm saying that I'm not pregnant with some kind of virus. You're just imagining it, I won't deny that. That I'm gay and that Ollie and I had a rough time, but we're still a couple." I smiled back at Alex and shoved the test back into my belt pouch. Don't let him see that I lied to him. "Shit, did you see Lando?" George became serious and became engaged to his girlfriend." "What were you gossiping about?" "Congratulations, man, that's a big word." "Thanks, Lando, when did you tell our little three that you were probably pregnant?" "Lando, I told you that's what you said yesterday in Swedish, you flat idiot!!!" "It's good that I'm pregnant from Ollie, but the breakup was very rough, the boys don't want to talk about it, let's sit down somewhere and celebrate the engagement."

"I'm a fool, I let the boy I love go." I twirled the racket and at least tried not to throw it, but once I almost managed to hit Logan in the face. "Ugh, I'm sorry, my thoughts wandered somewhere else." "Paul is your boyfriend, that is, the one with whom you made the news." "Logan, it's not true, you made this up and you spread or spread the rumor about me, it's not false." ,.I have no relations with the f2 field, they said that you were dating him and he was quite angry about the kiss, who did it happen to?" "Fuck you that me and Lando kissed, you fucking have nothing to do with it, you Florida bastard!!!!" I ran out in anger, laid down on the floor and could hardly breathe. Logan freaked me out, he's the gossiper, but I really can't stand it in that field. "Paul pick it up!!!!"

In front of the cattle, I was in the hotel room and I was video chatting with my girlfriend who was there with Bali Carlos's girlfriend and they say that they really like each other... They can't stand each other. Apparently, one of the queens of OnlyFans reached out to Carlos. He is already sick of this app, as are many of us in the field, especially Lando or Alex, although Lando tried it, but he thinks there are so many whores and cock-hanging him prostists up there that he deleted it, so he doesn't date here if he wants someone for himself, he also tried the apps, but they failed miserably there more than once he walked out of the date himself, the subject wanted to kidnap him and drag him out to make him a prostitute, but he was also transgender, he keeps in touch with him to this day, but unfortunately most of them were whores who only wanted Lando's money, so that's all about Tinder. "Sorry, but that was really optional." "Charles can't go without throwing up." "I'll leave you... Calm down, Lando, it will definitely be over one day, don't worry about it too much." "That's not the problem, but Kelly, you know. DR Yin said she started to worry if I didn't only have acne in the morning anymore. Now it's half past two and I've been throwing up for half the day and I don't even know how many Tokyo trash cans are full of what I had for breakfast today." "Fuck it, I'll call the ambulance then, it's bad, not only your health is important now, but the health of the people inside is even more important!!!"

In the hospital, I didn't even understand what the doctor was talking about. I looked at her, then at Charles, who was shrugging because I think he thought the same thing as me, he thought I was pregnant by him. We started pointing out that no, I am not from him, but from another boy who is younger than me. I felt that someone other than Charles would hold my shoulder and bring me heart trouble. "My mother Loki, the heartache that hit me was terrifying." ,,Lando will say hello if we already dated yesterday..." ,,Hi, I've only vomited for almost half a day, you poor trash, and you know I'm afraid that my beans will hurt. I'm about five weeks pregnant, but that's not fixed either." "Thank you, he said that he can tell you at any time that you are seven weeks old, not five." ,,MR Norris calm down, thanks for the information about you now deep air guys from outside..." I looked at him, I couldn't believe it. "Fetus, fetus?" "Tears of joy or sorrow?" "Ecstasy is more there, my little one." "Look at one there and the other there, but wait with him if it doesn't get absorbed by the twins, but it seems to me that it won't." I held my face at the news, my brain couldn't place the news, it was good and bad. "Do you hear?" "Yes, I can hear their tiny heartbeats." I wanted to go out and nyakuba fell over, but I didn't go, I took the little rest I had, I saw how he was wiping the jelly from my stomach, I stood up, took everything and went out. "Why did you send us out?" Silnetly fell to the necks with a tearful face, I couldn't say what to say, "Gemini, now the other is not willing to give up."

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tparker48 · 2 years ago

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Throughout the week a tournament was being held for the giant players of the school. Many of the students around the university celebrating the upcoming games, however the smaller players weren't so Happy. With each game that came up during the day, they hoped to get action of their own and play to their hearts content, but no games would be held specifically for them. Most of their funds going to the bigger guys as they prepared for their last one tomorrow.

Managing their routines as best they could, They prepared themselves for the match ahead. The coach Bringing the players to the field for them to have a scrimmage match against each other. Eying for what skills they could improve. They're passes, their strategies, everyone would be required if they were to win the final game. Keeping an eye on.

the quarterbacks and the linebackers, he noticed That Walker, one of the side linebackers was lacking behind along the line. Their tussles seemed weaker, their pushes projecting like a soft nudge as their opponent barely moved. Why was that? He's usually the main players that gave their all during the past matches. Blowing the whistle he called Walker to the side of the field. The moving into a slight jog before finally deciding to walk.

"What seems to be the problem Walker? Im noticing you don't have the drive like you used to."

"I-its nothing coach. Its just something outside of sports."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah.."

"Alright, then let's see some effort out there. Im sure the action will clear your mind." Coach said. Patting his shoulders pads before sending him back onto the field.

he continued to observe the them as they moved back onto the line. Readying their stances as they awaited for the whistle to blow. Coach's eye lingering scanning the other players, before locking onto Walker, who stood crouched higher than the rest of the linebackers. As the whistle blew, he watched as the team clashed together. The linebackers pushing their target up the field. All except Walker, who was in a struggle with his opponent. Still, he was overwhelmed. His efforts more weaker than the last time as he was dragged back. Toppling to the ground like a tossed trash bag as his teammate stood over him.

The coach blew the whistle again. "Walker! Over here!"

Getting up sluggishly, walker jogged over to the coach. His helmet keeping atop his shoulders, but his head slumped inside. As the others continued, coach brought Walker to the back locker rooms. Pulling him to the side of the panel. "Alright, clearly something is going on Walker. What is it?"

"It's nothing coach.."

"Don't lie, I'm here to help you get through it. So be honest."

Walker paused before giving out a deep sigh. "My girlfriend's been busy and we haven't had our time together throughout the whole week. She hasn't done..uh..stuff in a long time, and I'm too pepped up yo even focus."

"I see, and this is effecting your mood?"

"Yes.." Walker took off the straps to his helmet as he took it off. Pulling off his helmet before looking to the ground. "Maybe its best if I don't go to the tournament. I may get in the way."

"Don't cut yourself short, Walker. You've got a lot of heart in what you do in your role, Your going."

"But I can't participate like this. its all I can think about."

"Don't worry about that, I'll help you."

"How?"

"You'll see." Coach patted his shoulder. Leading them back to the field. "But for now, keep practicing."

If this keeps up, the game would be already over before they even got out of first quarter coach thought. So Walker's feeling pepped up inside because of his girlfriend's absence? Okay then, that narrows it down. But he's not exactly able to help with that on his own. He needed extra help, one of the smaller kind.

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On the day of the tournament, the players were gathered into the locker room to prepare for their matches. Walker among them as he held his backpack on his shoulder. Meanwhile, coach would inhis office as he talked to Travis, one of his Division's rugby player.

"Okay, we've got a few minutes before our match goes on out there. Do you remember what we talked about?" Coach asked.

"Yes yes, I remember. You want to help you Walker become motivated out there. However in order to do that, you want to wear..this?" Travis pointed to the jockstrap jockstrap on the table. An empty seat laying across one of the straps.

"Yes. Talking to him won't do him much good in the state he's in.He needs that oomph if he's gonna give it his all."

"Well I have an Idea. Though it be a hasty one. We can always use one of the little from the smaller division. They don't exactly have a lot of status when it comes to the university, however they seemed to have the muscle to get the job done."

"Hmm..if they do this it could give Walker just the energy he needs. But which one do we choose, none I've seen will even set foot near a player's ass."

"Heh, oh I know one" Travis replied, reaching for his phone as he texted something. A loud but small knock soon coming from the door. Opening the door, Travis bent down to pick them up. "Coach, this is Wilson. A friend of mine that's got a knack for asses."

"You need an ass that needs tended to Sir? Well I'm the tiny for the job." Wilson saluted in Travis's palm. Putting aside the greeting as he rubbed his hands together. "Now who's the target?"

"Your task is to ensure that Mr walker gives his all in field" coach responded,pulling up a photon of Walker to show them. His form was broad as it covered most of the image. Shaped Like a large barrel as the number 55 displayed into the frame.

" Big boy" Wilson admired, eying the image to judge the scale of the player. "Looks like I got some work to do."

"Yes. Do that, and you and the rest of the small players will have recognition for your efforts."

"Effort is good for the others, but Inwant something else in return."

"In return? What is that?"

Wilson ushered Travis to loom forward. Holding the small player close to Coach's ear as he whispered into it.

"That's really what you want?" Coach asked, puzzled on the condition.

"Yup!" Wilson confirmed.

"I..will see what I can do. Fulfill your part of task and I'll fulfill mine.

"You can count on me sir."

"Good, Now comes the question on how we're going to get this strap on with Wilson in it. And that seat seems pretty exposed for him not to see it."

"Leave that to me." Coach answered.

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10 minutes had past since the players entered the lockers. The announcers on the speakers calling for them to the field as they moved to the locker's exit. Walker joining with them as he followed the line, but stopped when coach ushered him to the side. Leading him away from the other players as they talked.

"You want me to what?!"

"Put these on before you go out to the field." Coach said, holding the jockstrap that dangled from his finger tips. A large bundle of tissue resting along an additional strap. "This should help you get that drive that you need for the tournament."

"Coach..I really don't think that's gonna help-"

"There's no talking your way out of it Walker I told you that I would help as best I can, and this is it." He held the jockstrap closer and dropped it into his hands. The blue straps dangling to his fingers as the thick pouch drooped over Walker's palms.

Walker sighed as he nodded to the coach. "I guess I have no choice. But I'm not going to like it."

"You'll get used to it. But if it helps you feel any better, just think of your girlfriend." Coach replied. Patting Walker's shoulder before heading out to lead the team to the field.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Walker said, confused on the gesture the coach gave. But he didn't have time to think about it. Proceeding to take off his briefs as he dropped them to the floor. Lowering the jockstrap on top of them as he glared at its surface. The cylinder like cushion resting at the center specifically. That thing can't possibly be comfortable he thought, but didn't have time to consider it as the whistles blew from outside. Pulling up the jockstrap, he hoisted the fabric up to his waist. Bracing himself as the wooled pouch slipped cock like a sheet, the cushion envelopes into his ass. He shuttered at the sudden pressure between his cheeks. Fighting the peculiar sensation as he pulled up his pants, before went out to the stadium.

"Ugh it's like having a bottle up my ass" Walker groaned. Walking through the hallway to light ahead.

Meanwhile outside, the band began to play on the field. The players on each side of stadium watching the band play their instruments as they measured the competition. Among them, coach and Travis stood on the sidelines. "What a lovely day for a game." Coach said, raising a hand to his face to block the sun from hitting his eyes.

"Indeed, but I can do without the heat though" Travis commented, pulling at their shirt to air out their body. "You sure Walker's gonna wear that jockstrap? I wouldn't think he would in this weather."

As the two talked, grunts lingered from behind them as Walker came from the entrance. Waddling to the others as he stood behind the other players. "I think he's wearing it..." Coach smiled. Looking toward the band as they reached the end of their song. "Now let's see if this does the trick."

The area would quiet down as the band finished their number. The refs and coaches soon took to the field. Greeting each other as they wished for them a good game before they moved back to the side lines. Their teams soon replacing them as they got to the field. Starting off with the kick off starters as Walker stayed on the sidelines for the time being. Watching as the play commenced, but looked behind him to adjust his rear. "This damn thing is so uncomfortable." He groaned more. Shaking his pants to loosen up the pressure.

Inside his asscrack, the mounds jiggled around the cylinder-like cushion. Matting into the corner of the structure before a cheek brushed it to the hole above. "Man this guy's a rowdy one!" Wilson's voice muffled from the cushion. A hand extending out from inside to spread the tissue apart. Creating a window for him to see through, but wasn't much to view. Walker's dark pucker winked above, quivering while its folds pressed against the rest of the cushion. "Hehee, To think I signed up for my hobby."

"Don't over it in there" Travis said through an earpiece. "We've got a long day ahead of us, and we don't need him to tire himself out."

"Yeah yeah, I got it." Wilson replied. "Nothing of the extreme, just the minimal."

"Good. For now, just sit tight. We'll let walker get comfortable first" Travis said, eying the player sitting on the bench. Still shifting periodically in his seat to ease his discomfort.

"Oh ho, I can do that" Wilson said happily, nuzzling into the cocoon of cushions as he watched the hole above. Slowly winking as its star shrank and grew in place.

After a few plays had gone through, the sun casted over the field. Heatwaves flowing in far distant school as the benches shined with its golden glow. As it did, Walker's team finally received the ball, the coaches finally giving the nod to send Walker to the field. "Give it your all Walker. Remember what we talked about."

"I'll do my best sir.." Walker replied, jogging to the field to join the rest of the team.

Inside his pants, Wilson occupied himself with his phone. Holding it in the available space he had to tap at the screen, his earpiece soon began to ring. "Wilson, you're up." Travis announced.

"About time, was almost getting bored in here" will replied. Tucking his phone into the cushioned cocoon before worming himself through the soft window of tissue. Moving his hands forward, he placed them onto the puckered hole in front of him. Its surface shifting against the player's thighs as he made his way to the line. It was like trying to steer an earthquake as the mounds around squashed and pressed the muscle around the cushion. His fingers dancing around the the plump anus before they sunk between their folds.

Outside, Walker approached the line to face his opponents. Standing with the rest of the linebackers to await for the play to begin. Getting in position, he crouched down and placed his fingers to the ground. Squatting as the rest of the players joined him. The ball soon being placed in the middle of the line, the quarterbacks hand resting upon it. Looking at the ball, Walker turned his gaze to his opponent. Lowering him self lower, but sat up as the cushion moved in his asscrack. Coach better be right about this jockstrap.

"Down...set...hike!" The quarterback yelled. The ball flinging backwards as the players clashed. Thrusting forward, Walker charged into his selected opponent and pushed with all his might. His palms grabbing onto his Jersey as he dragged them backwards. "Grk..grk!" He grunted, pushing harder into them to push them away, looking back to see the quarterback with the ball. Holding it to the air to go for a pass. But he looked back as his opponent pushed harder, Walker's cleats dragging backwards, his arms getting weaker.

"Haha, what is this amateur hour? A kid can push harder than this!" His opponent commented, leaning more against Walker as his weight overwhelmed his.

"He's not gonna hold much longer if he keeps that up" The coach's noted.

"Wilson, it's time." Travis said through the earpiece.

"Way ahead of ya!" Wilson gritted, wrestling away the clumped muscle that hardened against him. Moving his arms towards the hole as he sunk them into the puffy orifice. With a thrust, he plunged them between the pucker as he grinded his arms together like sandpaper. Feeling the tight pucker wrap around his arms like a vice, before finally loosening for his limbs to move.

"Ugh?!" Walker yelped from the outside. His hole gripping at Wilson's arms, tugging him forward as his body brushed against the tender walls.

"This one's a grabber!" Wilson noted, moving his hands faster to keep them loose between the meaty folds.

Walker stepped forward as he tugged against the other player. His muscles beginning to bulge as his back arched forward. "What the?" His opponent said. The player's cleats beginning to slide as the two moved backwards. Their knee caving in as it sent them tumbling backwards to the ground. Walker standing above them.

"What was that?.." He asked himself, Looking behind as the quarterback raced by him. The quarterback's running? How long was he holding them? Shaking off the question, he followed behind as he ran down the field.

His body wasn't built for this type of situation, his legs were thick to move compared the quarterback back thin legs. But he had to get down the field somehow. As he continued to run, that feeling of pressure returned Plunging into his hole, it was like putting keys into an ignition as his body jolted. His muscles growing tighter, his speed growing faster, racing down the field to join the rest of the team. Pushing aside some of the opposing players as few were knocked off their feet. Catching up to the quarterback as he crossed the goal line.

"Touchdown!" The announcer yelled!

"That's the spirit!" Coach shouted.

"Way to go!" Travis chimed in.

The team cheered as the quarterback danced around the field. Walker following behind them as he looked to the field. The enemy play behind him glaring at him as their eyes met Walkers. But his gaze looked to his rear, the feeling still going on, swirling around his hole as it tempted to sink deeper. "I guess this jockstrap's got more to it than I thought.." He muttered. The whistle blew behind them, the teams around recollecting at the goal line for a kick off.

Squatting down, he faced his opponent again, the two locking eyes as they reached for the ground. "I admit, you caught me off guard back there. But you're not knocking me down a second time!" They scorned, their fist digging into the grass.

Walker was silent to the their comment, focusing behind him as his jockstrap spun around his mind. When the whistle blew, the two clashed as they tussled to knock over the other. The feeling returning against his hole, his muscles growing more tighter the further it climbed inside. That feeling, It was strange, and yet..satisfying. Before Walker could focus on it more, his mind drew a blank as gravity shifted. His feet caught on the grass as he pushed the his opponent again. The two knocking to the ground as the ball flew through the air.

"Goal!" The announcer shouted.

"Again?!" The player yelled. Walker landing on top of him as the two locked helmets.

"Sorry again for knocking you over. I really don't know my own strength." Walker said lightly.

"Yeah yeah, get off of me!" The player replied, rolling his body in frustration as he knocked Walker to the ground. Getting up to his feet as he dusted them off. "Your ass is grass on the next play!"

"I look forward to it." Walker replied. A light smile spreading across his face. He didn't think it was possible, but he was actually enjoying the tournament than he thought he would. And the jockstrap..guess coach was on to something when he said to think of girlfriend. As the whistle blew, Travis turned on the ear piece to check on Wilson. "Well done with pick me up, Wilson. We can see the change in Walker's mood from here."

"What'd I tell ya, I can do a lot of things when it comes to butts like these." Wilson replied, the sounds out wet muscle squishing against the microphone. "So what's next?"

"Keep him warmed up for the time being. We still got a long game ahead of us. For now, have a field day."

"Hehehe, you don't gotta tell me twice" Wilson replied. His voice no different than a child at a candy store before the mic shut off. Travis and coach turning their attention to the game. The grunts and groans of the players stretching through field. The ball flying across it, as the teams chased after it.

Time flew by as the game went on. The observing Walker's performance as he raced up and down the field. Enjoying the plays as it he gave his all through the through the second and third quarter. When second quarter arrived, the enemy team had the advantage as they took a two-point lead. But when third quarter came around, Walkers team soon gained the lead.

When the final quarter arrived, the sun shifted over the field. The game continued into half time as most of the audience left for snacks. The teams continuing to play as each team scored a point over the other. the seats became more empty as the sun casted over the bleachers. Heatwaves flowing around the metal seat as it flowed into the field. The players working up a sweat as they awaited for the next kickoff. Walker along the bleachers as he waited for his turn to the field. But focused on his jockstrap as the felt the cushion deep inside his crack.

Inside, the cushion would be soaked with sweat. Tainted with brown around the corners of the tissues. Underneath the crack, Wilson would be laying there, retreating into the small gap he made as he tucked himself back into the cocoon The window he created acting as a skylight, the hole resting above as it winked with anticipation. "Just look at it, to think I get to spend the whole day with an ass like this.." he huffed, the glistening flesh dancing around the entrance. The light rocks almost soothing as the thick mounds moved the cushion around. Soon contracting as Wilson felt himself lift upwards.

" Game's just about over Wilson, We're sending Walker for the play" Travis announced.

"Rodger that." Wilson replied. Shimmying himself back to the entrance of the cushion. he pressed against the puckered anus and squeezed lightly at its edge. Slipping his fingers into the tight center as it climbed up his arms. It had gotten used to to his touch, the flesh was like putting on a giant glove as the ring contracted over his elbows. Rotating them around to adjust himself before his focus drew to the loud grunts above.

Outside, the Walker's team would be on offense as they got to the line. Walker and the opponent player locking eyes for the last time, both covered with sweat as they shook their heads to dry off. "You ready to kiss the ground?" The player threatened.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Walker replied.

The two readied their stance when the ball set on the line. The rest of the teams getting down in their positions as they waited for the signal. Silence entered the field, the players eying each other for any movement, But held firm as they focused ahead of themselves.

"Down..set..hike!" The ball flung to the enemy team as the quarterback backed away from the line. The linebackers charging forward as they clashed against each other. Walker and the other player locking into a struggle as the two pushed into their jersey's.

Walker pushed into them once more. Adding his own motivation to the mix as he tussled with the linebacker. The lingering feeling in his crack slowly resonating as his body hardened. "I'm..getting through!" He gritted. Pushing into the player as they leaned backwards.

As Walker occupied himself from the outside, inside Wilson would be in a challenge himself. Rubbing his arms around the ring to stimulate it more. His forearms became more slicker as the glistening sweat lathered into his skin. "You gotta give him some more juice Wilson! He's almost got them on the ropes." Coach rang through the earpiece. Him and Travis watching from the side lines as the two seesawed their strength.

"Easier said than done, Im giving it all I've got! With this much space, there's only so much I can do." Wilson replied. Rubbing his arms faster as the ring tightened. But loosened as they came more conditioned to Wilson's rubs. A sudden tilt from outside catching his attention as the fabric behind him pushed at his back.

"No..you...don't!" His opponent gritted, thrusting his arms forward as he knocked Walker to the ground. The impact sending him on his rear as he slid back. The lingering feeling becoming more known, pushing inside his hole. It was a strange feeling, like a plug of some kind that rotated in place. But before he could focus on it, the player towered over him. "Haha! Not so grand being knocked on your ass isn't it?! That'll teach to make a fool out of me!" They said pridefully. Basking in the moment of dominance before the quarterback ran by. Running after them to join them down the field.

"Alright!" Walker got up from the ground. "Now you're really gonnaa-aa!" Getting up from his spot, he tried to move forward to give chase. But the feeling inside began to stir. His muscles tightening before as he jolted backwards. "Ah! Ooo! That's a new feeling!" He muttered. Shifting in place as if he was doing a dance.

As Walker wobbled around the field, Coach and Travis observed from the side lines. Coach reaching for the earpiece as he turned it on. "Wilson! Is everything alright in there?!" Coach asked. Still keeping an eye on Walker as he waddled around, no response coming from the device except the sound of muffled squelches. But a moment later, Wilson's voice started to come through.

Inside, Wilson was jammed up to his waist in ass flesh. The ring quivering over his body like an inflatable, the orifice inside gumming at his upper half as Walker shifted around. Prying a fold apart, Wilson managed to create a pocket for himself. "Haha..Hahaha! Yes, that's the change I was looking for!"

"Wilson, can you hear me? Are you alright?"

"Am I alright?! I've never felt better! Oo this ass is so soft and squishy I can almost sleep in it!" Wilson huffed. Rubbing into the tender flesh with his head. Knocking into the soft crevices of the hole. Walker's grunts and moans lingering around as the walls as they clenched in response. "That's it big guy! Purr for me!" Wilson shouted. Wriggling his body between his hole as the muscle tightened.

"Aaa-aah!" Walker's body tensed as he raced down the field. His flustered face hidden by his helmet as he took off. Coach and Travis watching from the side lines as he zoomed past them, Wilson's cackling filling the speaker.

"Did he hurt his head or something?" Coach puzzled.

"Nope. That's just Wilson being Wilson for ya" Travis chimed in.

As Walker raced, the opponent player gained distance on their quarterback. Nearly a foot away as they ran behind him, but managed to keep up in his slow pace. "Almost..got it..we just need one more score to get-"

"Make way!" Walker's voice said from behind. Catching the player off guard as his large mass loomed from behind. Slamming his back as his form alone pushed him to the side. "What the?!" They yelled. Flung to the side as he toppled to the floor. Heavy cleats stomping ahead of him. As Walker gained speed.

The clock was ticking as the audience glued to the field. The player was almost there, just within reach of the goal. Gaining a meter with each step he took as he reached his hand for the goal line. There eyes lighting up as their foot hovered just above the golden line. But with a sudden tug, their vision moved side ways. Large arms wrapping around him like sandbags as he was hoisted to the air.

"Where'd you come from?!"

"I got him!" Walker shouted in victory. Hugging the player against his body. The clock reaching 5 seconds as the two stood still.

"Hey! What are you-grk!" The player flailed in Walker's arms. Clinging to the ball as he was spun left and right. "Let me go! Your gonna make me-" With a sudden jerk the other way, the ball flung out from the players arms. Dropping to the ground as it rolled to the side.

"Fumble!!!" The audience shouted.

Walker noticed the ball as it rested next to him. Letting go of the quarterback as he lunged onto the ball. Tucking it underneath him as the other players scattered around. Lifting up his jersey, but not his body.

"Hurry up! Get the ball!"

"Im trying! But he won't move!"

"Well make him move! We don't have much time before-"

**Beeep!** the alarm would sound from the bell.

"And that's game! The home team takes the win!" The announcer claimed. The teams running to the field as Walker got up from his laid position. Circling around him, many jumped onto his shoulders, While others patted at his back.

"Well done man! I didn't think you could run that fast!"

"You nearly had me there, thought we were gonna lose that one."

"Hehe, thanks guys" Walker smiled. Basking in the praises his teammates gave him as they huddled around. Travis and coach standing at the sideline as he made his way toward them.

"I told ya you had that spark in ya. Well done Walker." Coach congratulated

"I couldn't have done it without your help coach. This jockstrap really helped out."

"Happy to help out." Coach commented.

"I mean it, it really helped. Er..if you don't mind me asking, could I keep these on for tonight."

"Hehe, go on. Wear it with pride. But I expect to have them back first thing tomorrow at practice. Those are my lucky ones after all" coach winked.

"You can count on that coach! Thanks."

"Yo! Walker!" One of his teammates said near the entrance. A few other players with them as they had their bags in hand. "Wanna join us for some grub. We're hitting the steak and shake!"

"Be right there!" Walker said. Waving to the coach as he made his way toward them. Coach and Travis waving back before he turned to Travis. The two walking back to the lockers to grab their things.

"And you're sure Wilson is okay with it." Coach whispered. "I wouldn't want him to bite off more than he can chew."

"That ass addict? Trust me, as much as I know Wilson, he'll be just fine."

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As the evening came, Walker enjoyed his time with his teammates as they ate their food. Soon returning home where his girlfriend laid waiting, watching the livestream of his match as he walked into the door. He greeted her by bringing her in for a soft kiss, giving her a soft hug before the two of them went to the bedroom. A few minutes passed, their clothes would be off as they went at it with each other. Her body resting up the bed, While walker's rested on his knees. Humping his cock inside her as he longed for their awaited intercourse. Still keeping the jockstrap as he used it to celebrate the victory.

Meanwhile between his cheeks, Wilson would be in a blissful situation of his own. His surroundings covered by sweaty muscle. The ring still surrounding his waist as he swished and stirred around the rim. "ooh man, this has been a day." He huffed heavily. Smelling the musk as it filled his nostrils with the aroma of salt, an earthy smell following it as the walls contracted and pressed into Wilson. The little guy grabbing a fold like they were covers as he hugged them close. A distant, but rumbling moan echoing from Walker. But as Wilson began to relax, his earpiece would ring.

"Alright Wilson, the day is done. Time to head back to coach." Travis spoke.

"Ah come, can't I just have a little more time."

You had a day and a whole hour in there, I think you've soaked enough. Let's go, I'm outside the window."

"Ah fine.." Wilson groaned, slowly moving his hips around to draw himself out. Making it last while he still could as the orifice climbed up his body. Relishing in the deep squishes of the ring against his face before he was squeezed out fully. Climbing through the meaty mounds to the pierced lighting the peeked from behind the asscrack, moans echoed from the outside. "That is one lucky gal. Would I give to have something like that." Wilson thought. His upper half peeking out from between Walker's glutes. Their surface jiggling as he wobbled heavily in place. "Aah I could rest here forever."

"Well I can't, so let's go before someone starts staring."

"Alright alright, such a worry wort." Wilson replied. Looking to the round edge of Walker's ass as he rubbed its surface softly. "Fare the well, sweet ass" he said to the muscle. Raising his hand to the air, he smacked against the thick hide as the glutes reacted. Squeezing at Wilson's body as he catapulted from them like a rocket.

"Yie!" Walker yelped, thrusting forward as his cock plunged inside his Girlfriend. Looking back to what it was as he rubbed his ass. "The heck was that?" He puzzled, spreading his ass apart to check his hole. Missing Wilson's little foot jiggling from the window as he slipped out.

The next day, Walker did as his coach asked as he returned his jockstrap. Even washing it a little as its wool fluffed up in his palms. But he couldn't help but notice the change in the atmosphere. His teammates holding the smaller ones on their palms whereas other rested on their shoulders. Travis coming to greet him as the two.mingled amongst the others. "Glad you could make it Walker." Travis greeted. "You good to go?"

"Yeah im ready. But uh..what's with all the little ones in here. I thought they didn't wanted us in separate division.."

"Guess the board had a change of heart. But hey, you'll have plenty of time to think about it during practice." Travis assured, walking with Walker as the two made their way through the lockers.

"Huh..yeah suppose your right. Perhaps a little time with get me to adjust" Waker replied. Grabbing his bag before he made his way to the gate. "By the way, since their part of the division now, how's Wilson holding up on this change."

"Oh he's livid. He's enjoying the new position he's got for his efforts of practice."

As the two.headed out to the field, a closed door would rest at the other side of the locker. Inside, a group of Giant Player would be huddled in place. And in the center, would be walker as he had a towel wrapped around his waist. "Looks like we got quite the group today. Im sure your performances have been well noted, but now comes the test of quality. Hehehe, ass quality. Bend them down boys." he ordered.

Some of them groaned as they turned their rears towards Wilson. Removing their towels as they bent down to display themselves. Some were more rounded as their smooth rear stacked neatly, while others were more bulky between their thighs. "Yees. Yes, most fitting indeed. Hard to choose which to start with first."

"Do we really have to be doing this?" one of the players groaned. Their rear more bubbled than the rest of them. "We should be out there practicing. Not showing our asses to this..squirt."

"Ahem, this "Squirt" is your coaches honorary checker." Wilson corrected, taking off his towel as he spin it in place. "And I expect to see asses of the utmost for your sakes."

Fwack! Wilson whipped the towel forward as the nipped at the players rear. The left cheek jiggle before the startled player hugged their hands over them. "Ow!"

"Otherwise I have no choice but issue a mandatory workout for your quads. You want to practice? You can start with some laps over the fences. Or you can sit in here, and let your checker see those mounds."

"Alright I get your point!..I didn't want to over do it anyway." The player replied. Digging their fingers into their crack as they parted them towards wilson. The others doing the same as the showed it in his direction. It was lile looking at a bud of flowers as their puckers winked in place.

"There! Happy!"

"Hehehee, most definitely."

#Musk

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nijigasakilove · 11 months ago

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Only one more episode left of peak.. will Frieren keep the top spot all time!? Words can’t describe the sadness I’ll have when it’s gone next week. 😢

After the conclusion of the 2nd part of the exam, everyone’s got a little downtime. Sweet seeing Denken trying to give Richter a pep talk. I don’t think you can go through an exam with so many challenges like this and not become attached to people. Denken sees a lot of his younger self in Richter and I like that he encouraged him to try again in 3 years. Failing isn’t the end all be all, just an opportunity for growth!

Fern’s broken staff may seem like “trash” to richter, but it’s the most important thing Fern owns, a precious gift from her master and I’m really happy Frieren was able to get it fixed. “Frieren doesn’t understand me” “I don’t understand you either” 😭 this mf Stark got a death wish. One day he’ll learn how to talk to her lmao.

Well with only one episode to go I guess we’d have to start the third phase of the exam now. Who would’ve thought it would be an interview essentially. After all the perilous shit everyone’s been through this had to seem like a walk in the park, for those who don’t know Serie at least. Too bad she’s upset with the amount of people who got thru to this phase and wants to cull the numbers.

Poor Kanne might as well have just failed the second phase if she was gonna get instantly rejected like that lmaoo. Didn’t even get to open her mouth.

“Why’d you choose me?” “It had to be you” 😭 might be my new fave Himmel and Frieren interaction. It’s so beautiful that her favourite spell is that flower field just because Himmel liked it and it ultimately brought her together with her friends. It’s not just about the power of a spell, but the effect it has on people! Just like how Flamme loved the flower field as well even into her adult years.

Fern noticed the fluctuation in serie’s mana 😳 she truly is a prodigy. Can’t even imagine the heights she’ll reach one day.

Awesome episode, can’t wait for the finale

#Frieren #frieren beyond journey's end #sousou no frieren #frieren the slayer #animanga hive #animanga #animangahive #frieren anime

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vicvinegarandhughhoney · 1 year ago

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for bingo -

Intubation or eating disorder for Dennis

Please please with a cherry on top 🙏

running home, running home, running home- prompt: eating disorder

Post S12. Dennis comes back from North Dakota perfectly fine.

TW ED!!!!

Read here or below the cut

North Dakota was supposed to be a fresh start. It was supposed to give him a chance to make things right, to do things differently this time. To free himself of the baggage of the past and live for a future in which he is a father- one worthy of the title.

It was supposed to be a fresh start, so why the fuck did he stop eating there?

Things started slowly, of course, the way they always do. He aeroplane-d the spoon into Brian Jr’s mouth and simply forgot that a flight was supposed to touch down in his at some point as well. At restaurants, he ordered sides. Claimed he’d already eaten to keep the concerned looks from Mandy at bay.

“Are you sure you're not hungry?” she’d ask him, brow furrowed with concern. He ought to have spoken to her about it- she would have understood.

Instead, he forced a smile and nodded. Lied through his goddamn teeth.

“I’m full. Don’t worry about me.”

The most pathetic part was that it made him look as though he was selfless, prioritising the nourishment of his child and co-parent while neglecting his own needs, when the truth of the matter was far more ego-centric. He didn't want to eat because he had to be perfect, and to be perfect? To be perfect, he had to be thin. Perhaps he could trick himself into believing that he wanted to be perfect so he could better raise Brian Jr. Hell, maybe there's even some truth in that.

But only a little.

By the time he gets on the plane back to Philly, having been gone for a year, everything about him feels wrong. There's a gnawing dread in the pit of his stomach that he initially attributes to missing his kid, but doesn't fade even as he talks to the gang, an interaction that’s genuinely relieving. Nor does it fade when he heads back with Mac to their apartment, settling into his own bed while Mac sprawls out on the couch, snoring like a foghorn.

He stares up at the ceiling, blinking past the colours flitting into his field of view. The dread widens. Turns into a total uneasiness.

“Here, take some snacks with you for the flight! You need the energy. I haven't seen you eat in days!”

“Alright… thanks. I’ll call you when I land, yeah?”

He’d thrown the granola bars she gave him into a trash can in the airport. Food was unnecessary. Food was the enemy to perfection. To worthiness.

The next morning he wakes up with his head swimming, barely even aware he fell asleep in the first place. His lips are chapped and his eyelids feel heavy, like he could drift back off and stay there for weeks.

As he shuffles out into the kitchen, Mac greets him. There's no way Dennis can ignore the way his roommate has changed in the time he's been gone. Mac’s buff now.

He looks good- great, even- but that little voice in Dennis’ head sneers every time he looks at him.

God, he's so big, it's gross. He may as well have stuffed himself full of chimichangas again.

“Hey, Dennis! You want eggs? I made a bunch of ‘em and there's no way I'm eating them all.” Mac asks between shovelling forkfuls of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

Dennis swallows queasily. “Uh, no. I’m good.”

“Suit yourself.”

A few years ago, Mac would have volunteered to peel an apple for him. Dennis would have eaten it. It’s the only reason he would have eaten anything at all that day.

The thought makes him feel even more nauseous, so he pushes it aside immediately.

“I’m… I’m gonna head to the bar early.”

“Oh, okay. See you there, man.”

Dennis slips into the back office, locks the door, and collapses into the chair there. Even the short walk from the bus stop (stupid assholes blew up his goddamn car) to Paddy’s has left him exhausted. His heart flutters worryingly in his chest.

With nobody else to keep him awake, and no further reserves of energy to sustain him, he curls up as tightly as he can (God, he’s fucking cold) and falls into an uneasy slumber.

3 weeks post-return, and the ground beneath Dennis’ feet feels unsteady. Literally. He keeps tripping over nothing, arms lurching out for purchase on the nearest object- usually Mac, sometimes Dee or Charlie. They laugh it off, and so does he, but he sees the way Dee’s eyes meet his knowingly. She’s been there before too.

Mac’s mentioned a few times that Dennis looks thin, and each time it makes him puff out his chest with pride (even if Mac’s concerned look doesn't exactly scream compliment). At least now he doesn't seem bothered with attempting to solve that particular ‘issue’. He’s been a little more aloof since Dennis got back, and almost frightened of the man that he shares an apartment with. When Dennis walks into the living room while Mac is on the couch, the latter jumps like he's seen a ghost. It's probably because he's not used to the company now, and Dennis doesn't even try to make himself more of a presence.

Instead, he’ll keep shrinking, getting smaller and smaller and thinner and thinner until he's barely visible at all.

It’ll be like he never even came back from North Dakota in the first place.

A month passes by, and for the rest of the gang, things seem to be getting back to normal. They start cooking up schemes again, schemes which Dennis only half listens to because they're hardly audible over the rush of blood in his head. He stood up too quickly. He's been doing that a lot recently.

At one point, they end up at a Dave and Buster’s, something which pulls up uncomfortable memories of a time where he was younger and lobster meals weren't purged immediately afterwards. Charlie, Mac, and Frank gorge themselves on steaks while they talk about some plot or other. Dee gets a salad.

Frank orders Dennis a steak too, but he only manages a few bites before pushing it away. His stomach feels unsettled.

Dee catches him walking out of the bathroom afterwards, shaky and pale and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Her brows furrow in that way they've grown accustomed to doing lately, and that penetrative look almost makes him regret what he's just done.

“You don't look well, Den.” She tells him softly.

He pushes past the lump in his throat and the urge to sink into her waiting arms, instead curling his lip with distaste.

“You’re one to talk. Leave me the fuck alone.”

She steps back, hurt, then stands a little taller.

“Get some help. You clearly need it.”

Before he can force his sluggish brain to think of a retort, she’s walking back to the group and leaving him alone outside the bathroom, leaning against the wall for support.

Rome wasn't built in a day, but it sure did burn in one.

The shooting pains that begin in his back feel like the knives that brought Caesar’s death. His hands start to shake when he's trying to pour shots. He frequently trails off mid-conversation because everything in his brain is focused on survival, only the most basic life-preserving faculties retained.

On his way back from the bar one day, he knows the fall of his own empire is imminent. Deep breaths no longer keep the spots in his vision at bay, and the gnawing feeling- that dread, yawning in the pit of his stomach- has turned into a constant screaming within. The urge to eat long since departed, but the nausea that replaced it grows to a fever pitch.

“Hey, you okay?” Mac asks as they traverse the stairs to the apartment. Dennis realises belatedly that he's wheezing, the exact same god awful sound that issued from Mac’s lips when he was fat as shit.

Is this his fate? To work himself to the bone for perfection and still be doomed to the same existence as a greed-ridden slob?

“M’ fine.” He answers through gritted teeth. Hauls himself up the final few stairs and through the door.

“Are you sure? Because you kind of sound like you're dying, dude.”

For a moment, a sob threatens to bubble up from the depths of Dennis’ being.

YES! Something deep inside screams. God, please help me, Mac, please for the love of God you have to fucking help me, I’m- something’s wrong, Mac, something's desperately wrong with me and I need you to-

“L-leave me alone.” He growls, breath whistling. His feet still carry him blindly towards the kitchen counter, somewhere he can lean against and regain some strength.

Mac sighs. “Yeah… yeah, alright, fine.”

No. No. This isn't how it's supposed to go, Mac, you’re supposed to help me, why aren't you helping me, Mac?

Dennis takes another few steps forward, heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings.

Hummingbirds. He used to do those a lot, keeping himself in motion constantly. Perhaps now he's fully transcended past the need for hummingbirds- he’s becoming one himself. Everything within him is fluttering.

His heart.

His nerve.

His… his eyelids…

He’s…. ohhhh, shiiittt…

“Dennis? Den?!”

His vision fades completely, and his knees buckle, but in the fuzzy darkness that consumes him, he still hears the muffled sounds of quick footsteps on wood, feels the comforting warmth of arms wrapping around his torso before he hits the ground.

“Shit, shit, you’re okay, Den. I got you, man. You’re alright.”

For the first time in months, he hears himself sob, breathless and exhausted and guttural. Almost animalistic in its desperation to be heard, and yet so weak it probably comes out as no more than a choked whine.

“Shhh, you’re alright… you’re alright… God, Den, you’re so fucking tiny.” Mac's words are wobbly, spoken through tears as his hand smoothes the hair back from Dennis’ forehead, stroking with all the gentleness that used to exist between them before the rot set in and everything changed. Decayed. I’m here now, though. I’m here now, I promise. I’ll peel you an apple, okay?”

His voice is nigh-on hysterical.

“I’ll- I’ll peel you an apple, and everything will be okay, right, Den? Everything- everything will be okay.”

Dennis feels himself being lifted upwards, pulled limply into Mac’s arms. His eyes flutter open and the darkness dissipates for just a moment. The sun peeks out from behind the clouds.

“I’ll peel you an apple, Den. I’ll peel you an apple and it’ll all be okay.”

#bthb #tw eating issues #bad things happen bingo #dennis reynolds #its always sunny #its always sunny in philadelphia

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duhragonball · 2 years ago

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Dragon Ball Super 089

Remember that girl from Tien’s past who comes back in this episode? No, I’m not talking about Launch. Don’t be silly. I mean Yurin! She’s much cooler than Launch and-- ow! Quit throwing trash at me! Those beer bottles hurt!

So Goku plans to round out his team with Master Roshi and Tien. Luckily for him, they’re both in the same place, as Tien has invited Master Roshi to his dojo to receive an honorary position as Grand Master. I just want to say that I like the students’ uniforms a lot better than Tien’s Dragon Ball Super outfit.

Master Roshi is bored by all this, because all of Tien’s students are men. “I can’t fap to this!” he whines.

That all changes when Chiaotzu brings a new applicant into the dojo. She claims to want to learn martial arts to keep her girlish figure or something, and Tien turns her down, because her motivations aren’t serious enough. But Roshi wants her in the school so he can sexually harass her, if you know what I mean. Wink wink.

So he just picks her up and carries her into the other room to get her fitted with a uniform. And Tien just stands there like an idiot. What the fuck?

Yurin gets dressed and objects to her outfit featuring a miniskirt and thigh-high leather stockings. I mean, yeah that’s pretty different from what the other students wear, but you’d think she would have said something before she put all this on.

Then Roshi says he senses a “darkness” within her, and Yurin starts to worry that he’s seen through her ruse, but no, he’s talking about her ass. You know, they really toned Master Roshi down through most of this series. He doesn’t appear much at all until now, and when he did appear, they managed to keep his shtick from being too creepy. But this is episode is giving me whiplash. It’d be like if Oolong just out of nowhere started talking about stealing child brides again.

Anyway, Yurin manages to get away from Roshi and goes to work on her true scheme. First she enchants some paper to make talismans.

Then she puts them on all of Tien’s students and places them under her mental control. While Goku tells Tien about the Tournament of Power, she sends the students to attack the city.

Meanwhile, in Universe 6, Cabba approaches Caulifla about the Tournament of Power. She isn’t interested until he turns Super Saiyan and offers to teach it to her.

Caulifla doesn’t get along with Cabba or the Sadala Defense Force he works for, but she is impressed with his power, so she decides to play along...

Back in Universe 7, Tien asks Yurin why she would want to ruin his dojo, and she reveals that she was the little girl he once knew from the Crane School. She wanted to fight Tien, but he had already gone on excursion with Chiaotzu. This would be roughly 26 years ago, so Yurin must be in her mid-30′s now.

I’ve never been too clear on her backstory. Was she a student in the Crane School, like Tien and Chiaotzu? It would make a lot more sense if she was one of the people they pushed around back in the day, but oh well. Anyway, Yurin gave up martial arts after that snub, and devoted her life to witchcraft, so that she could become powerful enough to defeat Tien and have revenge.

But this plan of hers seems pretty stupid, since all the good guys have to do is rip off the talismans. They’re protected by force fields that repel ki blasts, but you can just pull off the talismans with your hands, no problem.

Roshi tries to take the fight to Yurin, but he gets distracted by an upskirt shot, and she kicks him in the balls.

Then she puts a talisman on Roshi and that’s supposed to raise the stakes.

Tien tries to stop Roshi with the Four Witches Technique, but it doesn’t work for some reason, so Goku prepares a Kamehameha. But in order to bypass the force field around Roshi, they need Chiaotzu to keep Yurin distracted.

So Chiaotzu uses his telekinesis to flip her skirt. Oh come on! This somehow allows Goku to zap Master Roshi, which I’m pretty sure should have worked all along.

So Yurin’s plan is foiled, but she vows to train hard and come back for super-extra-crispy revenge later on. And as she threatens Tien, he invites her to join his dojo. I mean, if she’s planning to train, she might as well do it with him, now that he’s satisfied with her motivation.

Of course, Tien tells her to apologize to the townsfolk first, which she does.

Tien then tells Goku he wants to enter the Tournament of Power. He wasn’t hot on the idea before, but he believes he can use the prize money to help rebuild the town. And Roshi wants in as well. That prize money could sure buy a lot of hardcore pornography, if you know what I’m saying.

Meanwhile, they’re still putting this fighting stage together. I honestly can’t make heads or tails of this thing. Sometimes I think it’s going backwards.

As for Yurin, I’m of two minds about her. On the one hand, I like seeing female characters in this show. And the witch angle is cool, and Tien having a sidekick is kind of neat.

On the other hand, she looks and acts like a dopey teenager, which doesn’t make sense for her backstory, and this whole episode treats her like a joke. This is her only appearance to date, and she barely manages to be the third most interesting female character in this episode.

And where the fuck was Launch?

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #tien shinhan #master roshi #chiaotzu #yurin #cabba #caulifla #kale

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theramblingsofadork · 9 months ago

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Roots edition ask game:

2, 4, 6, 7, 19, 20, 21 for Professor Yew because we know so little about him, I wanna know more!! (You don't have to answer all of these ofc, do what you're comfortable with <3)

Yew is a woman, actually! (Have I really never shared anything about her before?? Oh goodness, my bad!)

For starters, she’s human! (Yes, there are both Mobians and Humans in my story.)

This isn’t her civilian look, but it is an outfit she gets later on.

2. What was your OC's first job? Do they still work that job (or in that field), or do they do something else now?

Yew’s first job was working for her grandpa as part of a cleanup crew that picked up trash and other debris left behind by battles with Dr. Eggman. She was always interested in plants and the environment, so she did various jobs relating to that until she eventually become a professor. She left that job after a few years for... reasons, and tried to join an environmental board to make some real change. It did not go as planned, so she decided to take matters into her own hands.

4. What was your OC's childhood dream? Is that still their dream? If it has changed, why did it change and what's their new dream?

Yew wanted to be a doctor growing up, but never knew what kind. As she got older, she narrowed that down to ‘plant doctor’ and conservationist.

6. Did your OC have a teacher or a mentor growing up? What was your OC's relationship with them like?

Yew’s grandpa inspired a lot of what she did, as he taught her about plants and how to make various concoctions and tonics. They were close, and although he’s gone now, Yew misses him often, determined to uphold his legacy.

19. What traditions or stories does your OC carry forward from their childhood to the rest of their life?

Yew keeps a greenhouse of plants, and remembers well her grandpa’s stories of Ancient Powers, Gaia, the Echidnas, and Chaos. These things formed a lot of Yew’s way of looking at the world, and sit as part of her foundation.

20. What were the most idyllic years of your OC's childhood? Does your OC miss those days?

When Yew was 5-9. The world was simpler, she wasn’t as aware of the corruption and strife in the world, and her grandpa was merely ‘the cool guy who read her bedtime stories and let her help with his plants”. She does miss those days sometimes.

21. If your OC could speak to their childhood self, what would they say?

“They’re going to say you’re crazy. That nothing more can be done. Prove them wrong. Make Grandpa proud and change the world.”

#sonic #sonic idw #sonic oc #Yvetica Yew #human oc #sth #yew is an interesting character #she actually was the first one I made upon coming back to the Sonic fandom #her story is kind of tragic #digital art #my art #sonic the hedgehog art #oc ask game #professor yew #asks #starpoint squad au #Competition AU #OC Canon #Character Info

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skylarmoon71 · 2 years ago

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Eobard Thawne (Flash) - Extra 2

Even though Eobard no longer had memories of his time with you, the mere fact that he’s here is proof enough. He’d given up his mission, his plan built on hate and vengeance. Walking into the lab every morning after that was the best thing. You would catch glimpses of him in the neighboring labs. He was a scientist with many talents, so everyone wanted to work with him. He blended in pretty quickly.

The times you were able to see him, it was just little glances and bashful smiles that he always returned. You felt a bit ridiculous. You’d literally jumped a much more intimidating version of this man.

So why were you acting like a giddy school girl?

It has only been a week and you hadn’t truly worked up to really having an actual conversation.

“You have a crush on the new guy.”

Jimmy’s words made you choke on your juice. Eobard’s eyes caught you from a table next to your own and you turned your head as you glared at Jimmy, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

“Sorry, it’s just so obvious. You’ve been staring at him for days. He can’t seem to stop looking at you either but none of you are brave enough to make the first move. I thought I was in a rom com for a second.”

“You being the annoying friend.” Jimmy grins.

“You know it’s the truth though. Just talk to him. It’s clear that you’re both into each other.” You try to steal another glance at Eobard. He’s talking with some people on his team. You place your cheek in your palm.

“It’s not that simple..” You mumble.

“Why not?”

You wish you could explain why it was so hard. Something along the lines of he was an evil speedster and you managed to change his ideation with the power of love and a really great night of passionate, explosive sex.

You let out another heavy sigh.

“You wouldn’t get it.”

So you look back down at your lunch with a frown.

Jimmy just rolled his eyes.

“If you’re just going to sulk then I have to live up to the role I’ve been appointed.” You aren’t sure what that means until he stands with his lunch.

“Hey guys can we join your table!”

You panic, shaking your head vigorously.

“No, no!”

You continue to mouth, but he ignores you.

“Sure, come on over.” They offer.

Your shoulders drop in defeat when he begins walking over. You can’t just sit there, surely they’ll think that you hate them. So you grab your lunch and move to have a seat. Your intention is to take the empty space that isn't close to Eobard. That way you could avoid further embarrassing yourself. Jimmy beats you to it and you almost hiss at him. So reluctantly, you move to Eobard, planting yourself down as you try to remain as quiet as possible.

That doesn’t work, because he smiles at you.

“Hey, (Y/N) right?”

“Yep, that’s me.”

Oh how you want to disappear.

“I don’t think we’ve actually had a chance to talk. I heard that you saved the lab. That’s amazing. You also created the new prototype that detects and eliminates cancerous cells. You’re a genius.”

You’re a bit flattered that he’s done so much research on you and your work.

“I heard you’re a genius yourself. Most of us have specialties but you’ve been bouncing around in every field. “

“Definitely a genius.” He jokes.

The rest of the lunch is the table going back and forth. Every now and then you can feel Eobard’s eyes on you, but you don’t confront him. You just try to keep the conversations around your little group going. Lunch is over and everyone is dispersing. You mean to meet up with Jimmy to walk back, but he’s already gone. Eobard however is right next to you, throwing away the trash in his tray as he turns back to you. You’re a bit stiff, even when he sends you a little smile. You walk back in silence and Eobard finally feels the need to make a statement.

“I don’t know if I’m reading this wrong but do you dislike me?”

You stop, shaking your head.

“Of course not. Why w-would you think that?”

“Well you barely look at me and you get guarded whenever I’m around. I’m no profiler but it seems like you don’t like me.”

Your head lowers.

“I..like you..” You say softly.

He takes in the subtle tint on your cheeks, and his grin is wide.

“I like you too.”

Your heart is racing a beat too quickly. Neither of you realize that the room is empty. Not that it would make much of a difference. Since you’ve gotten this far, might as well just dive in.

“Would you like to come over some time? You seem to be new in the city, I can give you a download of all the sights. Maybe we can check them out together. “

“I’d like that.”

He’s fully turned in your direction, and you're both just standing there just gazing at each other.

“This might sound weird but there’s something about you that just..”

His gaze drifts to your lips. You’re barely keeping it together as it is. This situation isn't helping at all. Eobard takes a step.

“W-What are you..doing?” You ask.

He shakes his head.

“I don’t know.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips and your hands automatically pull him closer. His brows knit in satisfaction, hand circling your body. You wish this will last forever. He pulls back, and when his eyes meet your own, there’s a faint glow in his irises that vanish as fast as they appeared.

“(Y/N).”

His tone sounds different, if you didn’t know any better, you would have actually thought this was…

“Eobard?”

Your hesitance shows, and he licks his lip in that irresistible way. That devilish grin on his face is a sight you truly thought you would never see again. You jump into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“EOBARD!!”

He lifts you off the ground with a laugh.

“I hate to admit it, but you did win."

You laugh along with him, taking his face into your hands as you kiss him happily.

#eobardxreader #unlikelylove #feelings #choosinglove #fluff #meetings #cute #scientists #eobard x reader #speedster #eobard thawne #change #alternate universe

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devilsrecreation · 2 years ago

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Tell me what you had in mind for Osran's episode? I'm very interested.

*CRASHES IN*

Oh I got you:

Since I’m Osran trash and I love using my oc’s for things, this is the idea I got:

The oracle track class takes a field trip to Osran’s mansion and while taking the tour, Luz and Barcus accidentally manage to free a spirit (Kurse) from Osran’s crystal ball. Now, it’s up to Luz and Barcus to prevent it from haunting Hexside and its students

OH BUT THERE’S MORE CUZ HERE’S WHAT HAPPENS IN ORDER:

Prologue (aka the opening scene before the theme song)-Audience/Readers are introduced to Osran, the head of the Oracle coven and his ghost roomate, Kurse. They have a conversation that ends in Kurse being trapped in Osran’s crystal ball

Starts off with the oracle track students talking about how they get to go on a field trip to a coven head’s mansion to learn about spirits

They arrive and everyone meets Osran and he’s exactly like how everyone imagines/expects him to be (wise old man)

During the tour, Osran teaches everyone about ghosts, how and when to use them, and they even meet his wife, Ophelia. However, Ozzie informs them to not touch his crystal ball because there is a dangerous spirit trapped inside of it

Luz and Barcus somehow separate from the group and find themselves in front of the crystal ball

It starts violently shaking to the point it’s about to fall off and crash onto the floor. Out of instinct, Luz catches it to keep it steady and SEEMINGLY, nothing happens

Everyone reaches the end of the tour, the students leave (with their own little amulets as souvenirs), but Osran discovers that Kurse has gone missing.

Turns out Kurse has been making himself invisible (ghosts can do that) and hitched a ride home with the students

Luz and Barcus go back to Hexside and meet Kurse, who thanks them for setting him free

Barcus is mortified, but Luz is like “It’ll be okay! As long as we can get him back to the mansion, we’ll be fine. I bet Headwitch Osran doesn’t even know he’s gone.” Cue everyone in Ozzie’s mansion freaking out as Osran devises a plan to catch Kurse cuz Kurse escaping is a code red

Kurse offers to teach them anything they’d like, especially about wild magic since he’s a wild witch (which he does)

The two get to learn about their new ghost friend like what life was like when he was alive, how he died, etc.

Kurse happens to cause mischief among the school, including: (not in order)

* Getting revenge on Boscha for teasing the group

* Disrupting History by writing all over the boards and sending Professor Venom flying out the window

- During History, they’re learning about the history of how Belos became the emperor…including how he killed wild witches.

* Covering the entire cafeteria in plant vines and abomination goo

* Letting in a bunch of beast demons loose in the beast-keeping class

* Flooding potions class

He starts getting carried away and causes more chaos, eventually opening up some sort of spirit realm and releasing ghosts at Hexside

Luz and Barcus remember Osran saying ghosts can be trapped in crystal balls and the two gear up and catch as many ghosts as they can with a little help from their friends

Everyone has trouble while battling Kurse (who has now shape-shifted in his beast form) until Osran finally shows up and catches Kurse for good

Osran gives Luz and Barcus a stern talking to, but doesn’t entirely blame them since Kurse is known for being a trickster

Barcus asks (with all due respect) why Osran keeps Kurse around due to all the trouble, and Osran tells them about Kurse’s past, how he befriended Kurse, and how they promised to never leave each other no matter what

Kurse apologizes for all he’s done and Osran goes home and the day is saved…until they realize they have to clean everything up-

It should be known that in my hc, Osran’s irony is that he looks more into the past than he does in the future (though he still does that too) and it would be shown during the scene in Osran’s mansion

Bonus if, at the end, Osran tells Luz and her friends something vague that would have popped up in future episodes like how Terra said “The Emperor is looking forward to meeting you” (and we all know what she meant by that now, don’t we?)

#is this an idea for a fanfiction? yes #am i ever gonna write it? no #oh and if you wanna hear more about kurse i got you #toh osran #the owl house

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soupsopsoap · 5 months ago

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Alright everyone, don't tell my room mates, since I promised I would go to sleep and stop thinking about data, but we're doing episode 6 season 1. I hear there may be a chart in this episode, and after the last one I am super excited. Ok lets go

I am actually so impressed by his finger throw, how did he know that would work? uh, should it have worked? I mean he still used his whole arm, and its not just the part of his body that's touching the thing, its everything he used that should break right? Like he just got this thing, can babies flex individual fingers? no, they dont have the coordination for that, he should have broken his whole hand at least but whatever

705.3!!!!

Also! Why is the teacher getting mad at him for breaking his bones? We were just shown two students who get sick when they overuse their quirks, who's to say Midoriya doesn't have a minor strength quirk that he is using to its full power? Why are we assuming he just has a powerful quirk that he cant control? If Uraraka floated herself then launched herself across the field, would we be mad at her for throwing up? Or would we be like "hm, maybe this is too much pressure on the students, and we need to pull back a bit until we the teachers better understand their limits." Because idk, if your student is fulling willing to break all the bones in their arm, I'm not sure our first assumption should be arrogance and unwillingness to practice. I think our first assumption should be that we (the teachers) somehow messed up, because why would we ever want our students to break their bones? Clearly we the teachers did something wrong here and should work to understand the issue and take steps to ensure it doesn't happen again, not alLOW THE KID TO GO BREAK A BONE ANYWAY?

Anyway, song, love it. 1000 out of 20 stars

how does this guy use the scarf like that? Does he have telekinesis? I feel like we really need to know these things.

HE HA DRY EYE WHAT???

"oh man, my eye issues make it hard to use my quirk, hey, did that student just break his arm, clearly he cant use his quirk properly" LIKE BUDDY YOU HAVE THE SAME PROBLEM???

Are we going to send him to the nurse or....

My guy go to the nurse

OH BOY A CHART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh come on, that's just a list, why cant i have all their scores pensive emoji

aw well, guess thats the end of the show. He's expelled.

WHAT?? YOURE GOING TO START OFF YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR NEW STUDENTS BY LYING TO THEM???? MY GUY???

These kids are never going to come to him for help because of this.......

i could not handle the stress of this school what is hampening

HE DID WHAT? HE CANT JUST? WHAT? THEY LET HIM EXPEL A WHOLE CLASS? I think this guy just doesn't want to teach...

credit where credit is due, trash man did immediately see through all might's terrible acting.

oh boy, bad teachers feud!

Hey question trash man, does recovery girl's quirk drain people's stamina because it just works like that, or is it because she's not trying hard enough? Would she have failed your assessment tes- actually, wouldn't you have failed your own assessment? Unless you erased everyone else's quirks to get an advantage, but would you do that? At hero school? Would you sabotage all your classmates so you could look slightly better at hero school? My guy? My trash man? Would you?

"I can't just keep getting help from others" NOW LOOK WHAT YOUVE DONE TRASH MAN!! HES BEEN IN YOUR CLASS ONE DAY!!! AND HE ALREADY IS LEARNING TO DISREGARD THE SYSTEMS PUT IN PLACE TO HELP HIM!!!! NO, HE SHOULDN'T BE BREAKING BONES LIKE THAT, BUT MAKING HIM THINK USING THE NURSE IS A WEAKNESS IS ULTIMATLY UNHELPFULL IN ACCOMPLISHING THAT GOAL!!!!!! AAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES IIDA, YES, CATCH ON TO THE BULLYING! HELP MIDORIYA WITH HIS BULLY! USUALLY ID SAY TO GO TO A TEACHER! BUT UH DONT DO THAT THIS TIME.

Aw, he has friends that's so cute :D

OH BOY THEIR CURICULUM! ok here we go, English, Lunch, Hero Training! Seams balanced. I understand there are other classes, this was a joke.

All might, nothing about that was normal

DJDGJFHJF WHY IS HE WALKING LIKE THAT?? All Might is the doesn't-know-how-to-act-like-a-real-human representation we deserve

BATTLE??? DID HE COME IN TO WORK EARLY TO PRINT OFF THAT CARD??? WHY DOES HE HAVE THAT, HE COULD JUST SAY IT, ITS SO SMALL

OH BOY!!! Magical Girl costumes, I'm so excited

no, no, no, stop, there is so much to address here

Ok, first student I see straight up only has gloves on, who let them do that? Second, uh tail boy? you uh, you ever heard of SHIRT? I know gloves kid hasn't. rock guy, purple guy, uhhhhhhh you with the white, black, and yellow? what are you guys doing? The bird is just wearing a cloak. Girl with black ponytail, no. Stop. You also need shirt. ok, Pink girl. what are you doing? And why is the guy next to you cosplaying a frozen cyborg? Bully Boy Bakugo my guy what if you need to use your hands? Uraraka What? IIDA YOUR QUIRK IS GO FAST< WHY THE FULL SUIT OF ARMOR??? Frog, stop, get rid of the googles, what are those for? Tall guy, What is that. WHY IS THIS GUY ALWAYS STARING AT ME AND WHY IS HE ALSO WEARING A FULL SUIT OF ARMOR? ok, this kid is just wearing normal clothes, oh and so is she. People, come on. Ok, last two. um. Very yellow. And you need shirt as well.

Alright, Im done roasting teenagers and their fashion sense. Midoriya better not be wearing something stupid or im going to lose it.

YOU CAN JUST CHANGE YOUR QUIRK IN THE GOVERNMENT DATABASE? WHAT? FHDJDHGFSDJF

Oh mom!

aw, this was sweet, are we still lying to her about the quirk?

no, Midoriya, I said you better *not*be wearing something stupid. The helmet makes you look like a five nights at freddy's character

ok, no more roasting teenagers and their fashion sense, I mean it this time

YIPIEE! Iida chiming in with unnecessary questions that the teacher was just about to explain!!! Truly the representation we deserve

YES FROG!! THERE SHOULD BE BASIC TRAINING FIRST!! I TAKE IT BACK YOUR GOOGLES ARE THE BEST!!!

,,,this isnt going to end well

Ah yes, the most obvious answer, Midoriya faked not having a quirk and went through years of bullying from his former best friend just to prank you in particular Bully Boy. That sounds like a plan a four year old could come up with and carry out.

Hey, maybe if a guy has shown himself to be violent and reckless with his very dangerous quirk, and is bullying your friend, and they're about to have a mock fight. uh. Maybe. Lets do something. Anything. If you can think of a thing to do that is not stand there and let it happen lets try that.

Sure Midoriya, sure buddy. uhhh lets not do this though

Great, this is now two out of two lessons where a student has risked serious injury or death just because. Hey, ever heard of qualified teachers? I think we should get some of those.

OK ALL MIGHT MAYBE WE SHOULD STOP NOW???

wow, major L for bully boy.

Ok, great monologue. Do you want to die on the second day of school?

Well, that was episode 6. Seeing as Midoriya is about to be violently killed in a gruesome explosion, I figure the rest of the show will be following Bully Boy as he deals with the fall out of killing a guy. Yep, that sounds about right. bye

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