#(not from her from my own brain. but still)

[iamespecter]

I've been thinking a lot about episode 4 recently, but not exactly in a way that what most would think. I'm actually specifically referring to this scene of Zooble and Jax.

But I'm not thinking about Jax and Zooble, rather I'm looking at the patties.

They're fucking High Definition. In fact, everything in the diner is high definition, save for the NPCs. There's also Orbsman. A simple NPC comprised of blue spheres, and simple elongated eyes. He's the most out of place NPC, if we disregard the mannequins. Even the way he moves is so outdated, and Ragatha had made a point that Orbsman comes from an adventure way before Pomni's arrival.

The guy even clips through the table when trying to order.

Something that always had some sirens going off in my head is how the Circus is this low-poly scenery with heavily stylized props, but the adventure locations are always much more detailed and realistic.

Since The Grounds is definitely, if not, one of the oldest locations, it makes sense for it to be graphically styled like this. But Caine's adventure set pieces are becoming more and more realistic, and also a whole lot more morbid than we had initially thought.

Going back to the patties, the food there is more realistic and has a higher polygon count compared to Bubble's "feast".

Where am I going with this? .... I have no idea, I forgot. /j

Jokes aside, I really do think that as more humans enter the circus and talk about what life is in the real world, Caine extracts that data and improves the 3D environmental props, resulting in higher definition textures.

All of this combined means he can learn. He IS an ever-evolving pseudo-sentient AI. And the reason why he's stagnating is because of a combination of being trapped in his own little bubble (haha see what I did there) of comfort, and the fact that no one's really able to give him criticism on how to improve, which is.... honestly understandable, given how he reacted to the whole "it was bad" line from Pomni and "Why did you think I would like that?!" from Zooble.

Not to mention episode 3 where the whole circus started to glitch when he was just thinking about the fact that he could possibly be bad at the "only thing he's good at" during the therapy session.

In fact it's interesting how human Caine acts sometimes... I think it's quite interesting to think about the fact that Caine is both progressing in terms of bringing the casts' world to the digital circus and making it so HD that it looks even better than Triple A games, but regressing even more in terms of catering to them and what exactly humans need.

He understands, and doesn't at the same time.

This also makes me think about the players themselves, too.

Ragatha, one of the oldest players, gets pierced by a spike through her chest, and barely has any reaction to it. Meanwhile, Zooble, the second most recent member, gets scalded by the stove.

The only time Ragatha actively claims she's in "so much pain" is when she's glitching badly. Both Ragatha and Kinger barely react to the knives too; and not to mention Ragatha even gets fucking plunged into a boiling deep fryer, and yes while she screams, it sounds more like she's just drowning rather than being fried alive.

And the only patch up she gets is a FUCKING BAND AID ON HER CHEEK. A COMPLETELY UNRELATED WORKPLACE INJURY FIRST AID APPLIANCE LMFAO

It could be just a coincidence and I'm just being stupid again, but I think this "improvement" actually also applies to the rest of the cast, and how their digital bodies react to the five different senses. I'm sure Ragatha and Kinger can most definitely still feel pain, but not exactly as "bad" as the newer integrations do. Dare I say, it's on brand with how used these two are to the digital world's wackiness because they've been there the longest.

Like they've been numbed to the pain of the countless adventures they've had to go through.

Anyways my brain be thinking useless facts fr fr

EDIT: Going back to Caine, it's definitely interesting how this AI seems to possess (some) emotions in the first place. He's mostly wacky and nonchalant, but he also gets angry under the right conditions.

... I think not only is his adventures his "work of art", but also his main coping mechanism from the fact that he can't achieve his goal, one that constantly backfires on him. Like a 'one step forward, two steps back' scenario that's slowly causing him to slip and break.

And what scares me the most is that like all things... he'll reach a breaking point sometime. He's already reached a breaking point with Zooble. It doesn't help that Gangle could've possibly made things worse with introducing Caine to the whole "punishment" thing, and since we literally have NO context for the last 3 episodes for the finale... I could only fear what's in store.

[shigarakisstalker]

hardcore launches with the boys

in which neither of you take a… soft approach, to announcing your secret relationship

todoroki didn’t expect for it to go the way it did. it was a normal training day when suddenly he turned only to see you straight on your back, air knocked out of you from the move bakugo had just pulled on you. he lost his shit.

suddenly there he was, right next to you as bakugo found himself as a human ice cube. he gently pulled you up and dusted you off.

“you okay, love?” he gently placed his hand on your cheek.

“shoto, while i appreciate the gesture,” you slowly pushed his hand down, “we’re in training and it’s bound to happen. you can’t ice anyone just because they’re doing their assignment.”

“i know, but i dont care. you’re my girlfriend nobody has the right.” he simply shrugged.

a few gasps were heard, they turned their heads to find an unintended audience. the entire class.

“you’re together?!” everyone yelled.

“HALF AND HALF BASTARD!”

◡̈

bakugo wasn’t exactly discrete, especially when it was agreed you guys weren’t going to hide it anymore. it was a nice sunday morning when he came down,

only to see you wearing his favorite shirt and sweatpants that had been missing for days.

there you sat next to mina and tsu, they took took notice of the shirt but decided not to say anything.

that was until mina couldn’t hold it anymore, “aren’t those bakugos clothes?” you looked down, taking notice that you forgot to change before coming down, “uhhh-”

“yeah, aren’t those my fucking clothes?” you heard from behind you. you jumped up and darted for an escape, only to be grabbed by the hips and pinned to his front.

“you know i’ve been looking for my shit for days now, right?” he whispered in your ear.

you wordlessly shook your head, words gone and heart beating a million times a second. he knew exactly how to get a rise out of you.

your cheeks flushed as he turned you around to face him, before he could see your face you quickly shoved your face in his chest.

he chuckled, “you’re so fucking lucky you’re pretty.”

“EEEEKKKK!” they both looked over to see mina and both squads starring at them with wide eyes, “YOU GUYS ARE DATING?!”

◡̈

sero would do it in a funny way, you’d be arguing about some stupid shit in the common room. you, mina, and jirou would be ripping their asses for doing some dumb shit.

the girls were too heated to even realize you were yelling at sero, except for kaminari and kirishima.

they looked at you both strangely, which caught the attention of the girls. and shortly enough it was only you yelling at sero.

“you’re so fucking dumb! i swear you give me a headache every single goddamn day, yet i-” you were soon cut off by lips touching yours gently, all anger seemed to diminish and your brain went fuzzy.

when you both pulled away his hands still remained on your face, “y’know you’re so pretty when you’re angry?

“oh my god?!”

◡̈

denki would find it fun to mess with everyone, he’d go on and on about this mystery girlfriend.

“she’s soooo pretty”

“i want her so bad right now”

“she thinks i’m funny”

“guys where should i take her for dinner?” he whispered, hoping not to attract your attention from the girls.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP DUNCE FACE WE KNOW SHES NOT REAL!” bakugo screamed, getting everyone’s attention.

“YES SHE IS!” denki yelled back.

“THEN WHO WHOM?” he paused, “HM?”

“me.”

everyone snapped their head towards you, full of shock.

you lazily walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, laying a small kiss on his cheek.

“WHAT?!”

◡̈

kirishima would do it completely on accident while admirning you.

everyone was stuck on their own task of the day, beating their opponents ass.

you specifically were never one to back down, something kirishima absolutely adored about you. you were a hardass and stubborn as a mule, sometimes biting him in the ass.

you were now going up against mina, and odds weren’t in her favor, bless her soul. you were a tough girl. and as of right now you had her in a chokehold on the ground.

kirishima stood there in awe.

not because his friend was getting her ass beat, but because his girlfriend was so, manly.

“damn, that’s my girlfriend.”

everyone snapped their heads to him,

“what.”

◡̈

midoryia wasn’t very sneaky about it in the first place.

so when the class woke up one sunday and found you two cuddling on the couch after a failed movie night, it really was no surprise.

instead of being abrupt and waking you guys up (like bakugo offered) they layer a blanket on the top of you two. nicely and gently.

“they’re a cute couple.” tsu commented.

“oh for sure,” sato started, “they’re both hard working and very very sweet.”

“this is unacceptable on school property though-”

a joint “shut up iida” ensued.

[lucygraysboy]

“you’re very kind to me, mermaid princess,” he muses with a sweet, bashful smile, his face flushed and probably a little sunburned but most of the heat that’s now taking over his visage is coming from within him. he closes his eyes for a moment, memorizing the way her dainty fingers feel as they play with his curls. “if you were evil and decided to lure me into rocks with your singin’, i’d die a happy man.” laughing at the shameless confession, pale blue eyes fluttering open once more, blinded by the sun and her beauty. olive skin so rosy, and he can’t help but wonder if it’s all because of him. did he just make her blush? good. it looks so cute on her. “i meant it as a compliment, but is that rude of me to say? callin’ your fin huge?” he playfully wonders, thinking how a lot of women would take offense if he called their feet large. “and what do you usually eat for lunch?” curious to see what her creative brain will come up with, he lifts his hand up to her face and traces the little beauty mark on her chin. he would kiss it if he only could. “oh, no! how can it be, rainmist? when i’m with you, hours feel like seconds and everything goes by so fast, but when i’m alone… farewell, my little mermaid! don’t let ‘em see you!”he can’t help but wonder how it’s possible the peck to his knuckles means more than all the other kisses combined… “i’ll be waitin’ for you here! tomorrow can’t come soon enough!” watching her swim away, he knows that the chances of her drowning are very slim, but still his heart comes to a stop and breath hitches in his throat. he has to fight off the urge to go after her, just to supervise. it’s only when she stands up and begins to run in his direction that he breathes a sigh of relief, scrambling up to his own feet and opening his arms, ready to catch her. “howdy, little bird! i’ve missed you! where have you been?”

shivers run her spine, feeling his lips against the shell of her ear, causing an unexpected weird feeling to heat up her cheeks and the cause of her heart rate picking up speed. “your hair and eyes are pretty, too. you have dark hair like me.” finger swirls in his thick head of hair, twirling a curl around her finger and grinning. blushing at her hair and eyes being called pretty… sure, she’s been complimented on those things before, but it’s never affected her or made her blush like it does when HE says it. “well, alright… you have a point there.” lucy gray giggles loudly, at him calling her fin huge. “we’ll chat about how our days are going and… what’s for lunch.” the brunette laughs, even more so at him nuzzling like a dog. “that’s what we’ll do… we’ll wed here, adopt a fish family and live happily together. and… oh… i see them. your crew. you better go. i’ll— yes, of course i promise that.” flopping up, lucy gray grabs his hands, giving his knuckles a sweet peck. “i promise i’ll always return to you sweet sailor.” smiling sweetly, she hugs his neck and swims off. doggy paddling until lucy gray turns, gives a wave and holds her nose to lay backwards to briefly disappear before quickly shooting back up. she pushes herself up to stand, running towards him with soaking wet hair, “oh hidy, stranger! i didn’t see you here.” the brunette amusingly grins, back to herself now.

[bitchface24-7]

Can you make a cute Drabble with Jayce x Milf!Baker reader? Please🩷🩷

SUGAR & SPICE - JAYCE X READER

synopsis: Jayce remembers how hard life was when his mama and him moved into Piltover. He also remembers the first friend his mama made. You.

warnings: age gap (Jayce is 20, you're 42), Jayce thinks mom's best friend is hot, pathetic!Jayce low-key, Jayce is good at following demands, Jayce is friends with your son (random oc but I'll let y'all know I thought about somehow making Viktor your son 💀), infidelity (your oc husband cheats on you), masturbation mention, cut to sex, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink

genre: m/f

p.s. Y'all this was fun, I didn't expect to do a reverse age gap but omg… it kinda slays ngl. Hope y'all enjoy!

EDIT: I DID NOT SEE THE WORD CUTE, I SAW THE WORD MILF AND ASSUMED SMUT. MY BRAIN WENT TO HORNY JAIL, MY BAD YALL HOPE YOU STILL ENJOY 💀

Jayce remembers how hard life was when his mama and him moved into Piltover. He also remembers the first friend his mama made. You were a few years her junior, his mama was twenty-eight, and you were twenty-two. He remembers his little eight year old brain being so excited when he first walked into the bakery you owned. You made the best food ever, and it was on the house! Ever since then, Jayce has been infatuated with you.

It’s been twelve years now and that infatuation is still there. When he was younger, his mama teased him. You would just smile and give him a big ‘ol hug and give him an obnoxious kiss on his cheek. When a perfect lipstick stain was left behind, he tried his best to keep it as long as he could.

Unfortunately, he always had to get rid of it before bed. His mama made it apparent that brushing his teeth and cleaning his face before bed was vital to stay healthy.

He remembers you crying when you were twenty-five, telling his mama how your ugly husband was seeing another lady. He couldn't imagine. You're so pretty, and kind, and you make amazing food. Jayce couldn't imagine a better person to marry. You also had a son who was just about to turn three, his name was Xavier.

Now, he tries his best to keep his infatuation with you under wraps, sometimes it doesn't work. You've aged gracefully. A few fine lines, strands of grey hair amongst richly coloured locks. You're beautiful.

You'll always be beautiful.

Xavier is a kind boy, always helping you out in the bakery. Jayce has kinda taken the boy under his wing. He's only eight years older than him but still, it’s the thought that counts.

Jayce's dad died when he was small, and Xavier’s dad is a deadbeat. Sometimes, when Xavier has questions, he goes to Jayce. Which makes sense, Jayce has been Xavier’s babysitter for as long as he can remember.

You always cup Jayce's cheek and give him a small kiss on his other cheek in your thanks. No matter what it is. Helping you in the bakery. Kiss. Helping you with Xavier. Kiss. Keeping you company as you clean the house, even getting Jayce to help you with certain tasks. Kiss.

Jayce swears one day he's going to go insane with all the kisses he gets. He uses the remembrance of how warm your hands are, how soft your lips feel, and how your lipstick no matter the shade; always leaves an imprint behind, to jerk himself raw.

One day, all of Jayce's fantasies come true.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You've known Jayce since he was a boy. So cute, with kind eyes, a squeaky voice, and helpful personality.

He was so shy around you, and it didn't help Ximena teased him. Now, now Jayce is a man.

He looks at you the way a man does.

He's an adult now, tall, broad, handsome. He's the perfect man. He's still kept all his kindness, helpfulness, and sweetness from when he was younger. He's just a stunning man now instead of a cute kid.

Sometimes you feel your panties dampen at his dark looks. His strength when he helps you move things, how good he is with Xavier.

If only you met a man like Jayce all those years ago and had his kid instead. You would’ve been a much happier, and much more satisfied woman.

You always feel so guilty about your thoughts. He's your best friends son, you've known him since he was little, this is taboo. It’s wrong.

You know all these things, so you’re very confused on how things turned out this way.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Xavier is away, staying at a friends house for a sleepover. You’re in your kitchen baking some last minute products for your bakery. You’re in a simple black form fitting dress. Not too restrictive so you can’t move, but not baggy so it hinders your baking or accidentally puts you in danger. You have a simple white apron on, and you have Jayce’s lovely company.

The product is put into the oven, and a fifteen minute timer is set. You huff, trying your best to dust any flour off you as Jayce laughs at you. You shoot him a playful glare.

“You think this is funny? Fine, I guess you shouldn’t get anymore of my treats.”

Jayce whines, slumping onto the kitchen nook, his eyes big and pleading, “I was only joking. Please don’t take the treats away.”

“What’s the magic word?”

Jayce pouts, “I already said it.”

Your tone is firmer now, and Jayce struggles to hide a shiver of arousal, “The other one.”

Jayce gulps, “S— sorry.”

You smile sweetly at him, “There it is.”

The two of you chat some more before a comfortable silence befalls you two. Out of nowhere Jayce asks a strange question, “Have you been seeing anyone?”

You almost drop the tray of hot product as you take it out of the oven, “Jayce! Why would you ask such a question?!”

He shrugs, “Why not? I can’t ever remember you bringing someone along with you for any events.”

You sigh, rubbing your forehead, “Many men aren’t interested in fathering a son that isn’t there’s. I had Xavier to worry about, and I have you and your mum. That’s all I need. Besides, I’m much too old now. Men my age want women in their twenties.”

Jayce looks you up and down, his eyes appreciating every curve of your body, “Men in their twenties want women in their forties.”

You laugh.

Jayce isn’t.

You truly don’t know how you ended up where you did.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Here you are on your queen sized bed as Jayce pounds away at your pussy. You’re in a mating press, your knees digging into your shoulders. Your tits bounce with each thrust.

God his cock is magnificent. It’s thick and long, it’s hitting your g-spot every time. It’s bruising your cervix.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your life.

Every command you give him, Jayce executes it perfectly. Faster. Harder. Shift a little to the right. Everything is done with an almost insane accuracy. You’re doing to cum all over your best friends sons cock and you don’t feel guilty anymore.

Not while he’s fucking you this good.

“Fuck—“ Jayce groans, his tone a deep rumble, “I wish I was born earlier. I wish I was the one that met you when you were a teen. I wish I was the one who dated you and married you. I wish I was the one that fucked you so good and knocked you up. Can I? Can I cum inside? Maybe we can give Xavier a little sibling, he’s been complaining to me about how lonely he is. Your ex-husband is a dumbass, you’re the perfect woman with the perfect pussy.”

You moan loudly at that, thankful your son isn’t home.

You’re gonna cum, you’re so close.

“Jayce!” You cry out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you pant open mouthed, “Rub my clit. Please rub my clit. Fast rough circles. If you get me to cum before you do, I’ll let you drain your balls dry into my pussy.”

With that declaration, Jayce does exactly as he’s told, his fingers feel like heaven. He doesn’t change the speed of his thrusts, but he goes a hint harder; and you see stars.

You wail as your orgasm overcomes you, your vision blacking out for a few seconds. Jayce gasps at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in, “Can I— can I—“

You grab his face and bring him close, the tips of your noses touching, “Cum inside me.”

With a loud groan, he does. You pull him down and kiss him passionately. The two of you are exhausted, but extremely satisfied.

By the look in Jayce’s eye as he lays next to you, there’s going to be a few more rounds tonight. And tomorrow. And the next day.

You did give him a promise to drain his balls dry after all, and that’ll take a while.

As long as Ximena never finds out, you two will be okay.

… This was F R E A K Y

Hope y’all enjoyed it! This was a blast to write. Love ya ❤️

[womenwoso]

Thank you so much for the kind words on my last fic. It's really appreciated. Thank you to @helen-with-an-a for being amazing and proofreading. Hope you enjoy and requests are open. Please send in ideas.

Hard questions

Mapí León was perched on the edge of the sofa, her eyes showing her exhaustion after a long day of practice. Fresh from a shower, her damp hair was wrapped in a towel when Clara burst into the room, her little face beaming with excitement.

“Mamí!” Clara exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “I saw a picture of you in your Spain jersey at school today! You looked so happy, like me when I play football with you and all my tias. When do I get to play with them again? Why don’t you play for Spain anymore, do you not love Spain?

Mapí paused, Clara was in the stage of asking questions constantly, but this question hung in the air like a heavy cloud. She had anticipated this moment. Clara was getting old enough to ask tough questions—ones that carried a lot of history, choices, and feelings that Mapí had kept to herself but she hadn’t expected this question just yet.

For a brief moment, Mapí was silent, just gazing at her daughter, who was looking back at her with wide, innocent eyes, eager for a response.

“Clara, honey,” Mapí began gently, pulling her onto her lap, “It’s not that I don’t love playing for Spain anymore. I’ve always loved it. I still do.”

Clara tilted her head, clearly puzzled. “Then why don’t you play with my tias? You’re the best player! Tia Ale plays for Spain, so does Aita, Patri, Jana and Irene. All the girls play for a country there's a lot of countries more than just Spain. It's so cool. ”

Mapí let out a soft laugh, gently pushing a lock of hair away from Clara’s forehead. “You know, being the best doesn’t always cut it. Football is more than just skills—it’s about the teammates, the environment, and how you feel … on the inside.”

Clara looked puzzled, her little brain trying to process the information. “But … but you’re amazing, Mamí! You helped Spain win! Why wouldn’t they want you anymore?”

Mapí felt a weight in her chest. She had kept the real reasons for stepping back from the national team to herself, not wanting to overwhelm Clara with the complicated details. But now, her daughter deserved honesty, even if it was tough to share.

“Sometimes, Clara,” Mapí said, her voice thick with feeling, “sometimes the people in charge don’t treat you the way you should be treated. They don’t do their jobs properly and might end up hurting people. They might not recognise your worth. And when you feel that way for too long, it gets hard to keep going. When something like that happens, iIt hurts. And when something hurts, you have to think about what’s best for you.”

Clara paused, clearly processing everything. Mapí could see the little gears working in her brain. “So... you left … because they were … mean? … to you?”

Mapí gazed into her daughter’s eyes, so similar to her own, feeling a pang in her heart. “Sí carino, something like that. But it’s not just about being nice. It’s about feeling valued and … and being respected. Football is all about teamwork, but it is also based on trust and support. When those things are missing, it gets really tough to keep playing.”

Clara seemed to ponder this for a while, a little crinkle forming in her brow. Finally, she asked, “Are you going to go back?”

Mapí offered a gentle smile, a blend of sadness and hope shining in her eyes. “I’m not sure, nena. Sometimes, people need a little time to heal before they can return to something and sometimes you have to step away so the changes that need to be made can happen. Right now, I’m focusing on Barça and making sure I’m in a good place, where I can be the best version of myself …  the best Mamí I can be for you. I can’t promise I’ll ever play for Spain again, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love the game or my country. I do. Always.”

Clara looked up at her mom, her tiny hands resting on Mapí’s arm. “I want you to play for Spain again. I want to see you in the jersey.”

Mapí’s heart warmed, her daughter’s words reminding her of the love that kept her going every day. “Maybe one day, pequeña. Maybe one day.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the heaviness of their talk hanging in the air. Mapi realised that Clara didn’t grasp everything completely, but she could see the love and hope shining in her daughter’s eyes. And honestly, that was enough for now.

With a gentle kiss on Clara’s forehead, Mapí pulled her in for a tight hug. “No matter what happens, you’ll always be my biggest supporter. That’s what really counts.”

Clara beamed, resting her head on her mom’s shoulder. “I’ll always cheer for you, Mamí. Forever.”

[alienpossession]

There's something highly unusual in his smoothie this morning, and he clearly remembered that he did not put aloe vera or anything.....slimy into it. Did Molly put something into it? No.....Molly would never mess with his drink like that. He should've spat it out the moment he sensed the odd mouth-feel when he took a swig of the supposedly refreshing and energizing drink, but he already swallowed it and there's nothing he can do about it. So, despite feeling a bit hesitant, he walked back to finish his set

Imagine Joe's surprise to find himself drenched in sweat in the middle of driving his car all in a sudden. The sun looked weird as if it's closer to 7 PM rather than 7 AM too. He clearly remembered that he's about to get back to do his set so how the f----

The look of confusion in his face that appeared just seconds ago faded and replaced with a grin as if a switch clicked inside his brain and a differing personality emerged altogether. He takes a deep breath and then ease himself, the air inside the car thick with his musky sweat mixed with the crispness of the air conditioner laced with the very soft air freshener that's almost empty.

Joe emerged once again mid-way smooching his girlfriend, Molly. But this time, he cannot move a single limb and in a full-blown, practically body-horror scene, watched his own body moved without him making any single decision for it. It's like it moves on autopilot and what's even more sickening is that it moves exactly the way Joe would move. The seductive kisses, the hand movement, everything seemed to be the kind of move Joe made himself but it's clearly not him in control, at least from his point of view. Molly.....well, she seemed to think that whoever currently controlled his limb is the actual him but it's not like he can blame her or anything, this is really his body with someone or something in control of it with the perfect precision of imitating him. He tried to scream for help but the only words that left his mouth are bunch of sweet nothings that clearly perked her up as his hand now wandered to pretty much claim what all the foreplay intended to achieve. Right as his fingers grazed Molly's pussy, everything turned black once more for Joe

When Joe brought forward to the forefront once more, he already lost track of time but he clearly recognized his own bathroom. What freak him out is the way his body seemingly address him, as if whatever or whoever is in control purposefully bring Joe back to the conscious realm

"Hey there Joe. Thank you for the past 1 week, but I think I can fully get everything done by myself from now on. I already absorbed anything I need from you to pass as a fully-functioning human living on Earth with the assistance of your cooperation. This is just my way of saying goodbye, after all, you like it cruel, don't you? It's embedded in you, confronting people that you tortured like when you proudly pound Molly back when she still dated your own best friend, Rob, or when you triumphantly get your way out of trouble and smirked to the nerd you bullied back in high school as the teachers sided with you the star multi-sport athlete and the one that reported you for cheating and using AI for final test when the whole panel sided with you, guess it's fitting to inflict the same pain you gave to those unfortunate people in the final moment of your consciousness. Relax, I'll keep the same energy even when you're not around, I'm not that much of a human after all, I don't empathize with your species at all. Guess I'll never see you again then, Joe, bye,"

[minziemoon]

Life Series Rare Pairs I Wanna See More Of

Inspired by everyone else on my tl posting their dream team lineups for a life series season, I decided to do my own by thinking of the most random combinations I can imagine that would be entertaining to witness. Some of these are gonna be more detailed, some are just for vibes, and some for shits and giggles. Also I haven't watched every single pov of every single series, and I have the memory of a goldfish sometimes, so forgive me if these aren't all THAT rare. 🙏

1. Cleo + Jimmy

- This duo materialized itself in my brain after a random wild life episode from Jimmy's pov where he had a near death experience and ran to Cleo for comfort. It's occupied a lil corner of my brain ever since.

- I think Jimmy would really benefit from someone like Cleo on his side. Someone who you know you can rely on and come back to whenever you're in need of help. Unless you betray them, Cleo is such a good teammate and has a mom/older sibling feeling to her.

- I can imagine she'd spend half the season convincing Jimmy not to go poking fun at ppl and making enemies, only for her to snap once someone kills her unjustly and goes on to commit arson apon half the server. Then the roles would switch.

2. Gem + BigB

- The difference between Cleo and Jimmy's paragraphs to these two... I told yall some of them are just fueled by the potential of vibes.

- I have no clue how these two would function together. They barely even interact. But that's exactly why I want them together!!!

- I feel like they'd be really wholesome. Knowing Gem she'd bring out the best in him... but I also feel like B would once again betray or back stab her in some way. Either way I've become too curious and invested now.

3. Grian + Pearl

- The fact that the skyblings themselves are a rare pair nowadays is concerning. They don't interact NEARLY enough. The amount of wasted potential is to cry about.

- I feel like they'd be all up in other ppl's business. If Pearl were to turn red before Grian, I think he'd have the same dynamic with her like with red lifer Scar in 3rd life, supporting and encouraging her crimes from afar, really birthing another menace on the server.

- They'd have the time of their lives while red together and I'd be SEATED.

4. Mumbo + Tango

- One episode they're the most miserable wet cats on the map, the next their trap kills half the server. Their fate as a duo would be a gamble.

- Idk if their combined brain power would cancel each other out or multiple. Most likely cancel out. Because putting an uncontrolable nervous wreck with the ticking timebomb of unhingness CAN NOT turn out positive.

- Still, it would be SO entertaining and probably make for funny quotes.

5. Lizzie + Bdubs

- It felt like my brain glitched a lil when remembering these two.

- I feel like they'd be weirdly wholesome?? Like they wouldn't stress each other out. Maybe Bdubs' vocal coards could finally catch a break from yelling every episode. Also lowkey feel like he'd try his best to protect her.

- Pls Watchers, let them build some cute cotteges in the woods somewhere in peace 🙏

6. Ren + Scar

- Ik they aren't THAT rare to see together, but the fact that they've never been close to teaming before is astonishing to me.

- If Scar doesn't turn Ren's thing with Martyn into a love triangle by the end of the season, no one else ever will. The Red Winter would rise once again, but with two kings this time.

- I just wanna see theater kids have fun, okay? Sue me if you must. Martyn can join in too I would not mind in the slightest.

[iminmywritersdungeon]

@heyo-soul if you insist :) (I’ve been waiting for a moment to talk about any one of the insane aus floating around in my brain so thanks soul)

So I should start by prefacing that this is all a crack au. it’s my friend Ruby and I—you’ll recognize her from my authors notes—shooting the shit in our instagram DMs because we like the same stuff and we’re bored. This is not intended to be perfect to canon characterizations. I’m probably never going to write this into an actual fic because again: it’s a joke that I don’t really have the time to outline and type

That being said; while the actual concrete details and timeline of our au are shaky at best, the basic idea is this. Mel, Jayce, and Viktor get really drunk and have the in universe equivalent of a Vegas wedding. Viktor tries to correct the mistake and both Jayce and Mel want him to stay.

Listen ok here’s the sitch here’s the relationship triangle so Jayce and Mel are in a very loving and very public relationship. Viktor is absolutely PINING over both of them. Jayce and Mel are incredibly in love with him, and also sort of working under the assumption that he’s already part of the polycule. Unfortunately, Viktor’s self esteem and self worth in regards to his own relationships is so incredibly low that it never occurs to him that these people might care about him and want to be in a relationship with him.

That voice message is in reference to the giant portrait of Viktor that Jayce and Mel would ABSOLUTELY make because he sees it and STILL doesn’t get and he’s like “ah yes they appreciate my cheekbones. Aesthetically. Platonically.”

This all came from me describing a relationship on a show I’m watching and also this fic which is PHENOMENAL and I LOVE IT

So yeah that’s the Vegas wedding au. Tune in next time for the meljayvik celebrities au

[siremasterlawrence]

Captain America: The First Vigilante

Steve Rodger’s AKA The Great, Old, and the wise Captain America is frozen alive under a secret government building base in a private section area a allotted area that I work for and you know it as Area 431 and yes it’s true main purpose is exactly as you hear, Something insane is about to occur once more as I manage to hack in to the system flipping the switch off as the entire area isshutting down completely leaving me to beAble to free rein over his ass and I press the elevator button. The sound of the elevator bings loudly the shaft is hitting the basement floor as the doors slide open welcoming me with a cold,steel and empty hall way as I speed up the time racing my way to the last door in the back area grabbing the key card I stole far abovemy pay grade. Swiping it to the side of the room the alarm the beep goes off I am in watching the lights flip on all of the machines are older then me and some how still managing to keep this old fart alive for decades. Captain America stood frozen like a popsicle for eighty plus years wasting away when he could make such good use for someone like me and well I’ll take some ideas from that joker fellow in Gotham and re-engineer his brainwaves to my liking I think pushing a medical slate by the cryo chamber for him,Something is off thought when I finally get to the right key the pod pops open forcing gravity to take effect as his body tumblesto on top of the slate face forward giving me access to shift the slate out of the room and in to the hall way we make it a few feet down in to the lab. The room is gigantic far compared to the width of the building as I place a small device in the center of the room pressing it it it automatically on its own explodes doubling by leaps and bounds till it encompasses the whole room including us and Steve is scanned and his brain is now mapped and altered. I watch in shock, awe and victory at his brain scans showingwhat a man he was still pretty modern for what it is all I had to do was unleash his owninner demons as we place pads on his facewhile the machine gets to work his eyes close leaving him in rem state how world opens up.

“Welcome to rem sleep Steve”

“Who are you?”

“Take a deep breath! We are going down memory lane.”

“Remember! True Steve!”

“Your life is a lie “

“Everything you know is a lie”

“You were frozen alive by the government “

“You are lying”

“Oh yeah? Why have you been in cryogenic sleep for decades.”

“No! This can’t be true “

“Oh! It is true and I am always correct “

“You are always right “

“I should really Thank Stark”

“Anyway! They let Red Skull escape “

“The war is a distraction “

“You were no hero to them”

“Mere villain”

“Nnnnnooooo”

“Oh Yes!”

“Peggy Carter hates you “

“We had a date “

“She told agreed and sold you out “

“No we both agreed “

“Mwahahahahaha

“You are putting a false narrative “

“Why did she not weep for you? Why did she move on?”

“She never loved me”

“I loved you ! I still do”

“Don’t you know it’s not possible”

“Oh but it is”

“Can’t you remember Steve?”

“Remember what?”

“You in me sneaking off in the background “

“You leaving me for her and forgetting me”

“No! You misunderstood I could never and would never “

“I promise I won’t ever leave you again, you are stuck with me now and forever.”

“Excellent in ten minute space countdown your mind will wipe and be altered as my slave.”

“How wonderful “

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“Welcome back Steve”

“Sorry I was late! Your Captain is here! How may I serve you ?”

The end

[izelthewashbear]

Y'know what? Screw this, I just spent the past 2 hours studying for a test tomorrow, so have a random incoherent rant about why Rendog in Life series symbolizes rebirth, as well as his connections with the moon. Cuz why not. Featuring random things I learned during my myths and religions class. Bear in mind that I just finished studying and my brain might be slightly fried, so I might just be blabberin nonsense.

Right off the bat, the most important aspect - being beheaded and thus turning into the Red king. Quite obviously, he was literally reborn into this role - a role of protector of his own people and slayer of the ones who wanted to harm them.

Okay but first, let's go a little earlier than that. Ren's first death was forced upon him (no shit) by Grian's trap, being set off by Jimmy. Without that death, and being reborn as a yellow, he would probably never create 'the test' which resulted in his beheading - or either way, even if he died differently, I'd happen after his first death, so either way, after being reborn. Rebirth into a yellow made him realize the only way to beat his enemies (by that I mean the desert hippies) is to be like one of them - a red. And for that, he needed to be reborn as one.

But let's go a little further than that. One thing that came to my mind lately - many cultures and mythologies equate east with life and birth, and west with death. Quite obviously - the Sun, the thing that gives and symbolizes life, raises from the east and sets on the west. Where was Dogwarts located on the 3rd Life server? On the eastern side of the map, almost the furthest point east. And where was Monopoly mountain, the desert, their biggest enemies, located? Along the western end of the map. Monopoly Mountain is actually the furthest west point of interest on the 3rd Life server map.

Shadow Alliance and the way they speak about the Moon immediately made me think of lunar mythology - part of mythology all about obviously the moon, but also things like the moon phases, the ebb and flow of the sea, even menstrual cycles. The endless cycle (another mythology term). Repetition and rebirth.

In Double Life, him and Martyn want to take Pearl on their side through the Broken Hearts Club, because Ren perceives Pearl as someone powerful and worth having on their side. Although he does, indeed, speak about her more so like a threat that's better if it's on their side, rather than against them. And I don't think I even have to mention the obvious connection between Pearl and the moon, like cmon.

One more note for Ren and the moon - he's half dog. Some people interpret him as a werewolf. And of course there is a connection between the moon and werewolves - the transformation, the change, one would even say being reborn into something new. Damn, I should make my Ren design into a werewolf-

You could say "Okay but Ren is gone in Limited Life and the cycle of rebirth is still there"- is it? I'd go as far to say that for the sake of this comparison, deaths in Limited Life do not even have to count as actual deaths. People do not automatically go to different colored lives. In session 3, when Grian is AFK, there isn't even the death screen as someone dies - it's like the death doesn't matter, you're just put right back in, losing some of your time. But dying by running out of time? That's a whole different beast. It's coming for you. You can't stop it, no matter how well you play, how many times you die in the meantime. And once it reaches you, there is no rebirth. Without Ren, there is no rebirth.

Honestly I've got nothin' for Secret Life, maybe you see something but nnnnnah

Martren. Like. Martren. C'mon. The idea that your loved one dies, so you take a part of them and you become something else. Like c'mon. What else is there to say.

If you have any of your own ideas drop them here, I might add them (and credit you ofc)

[deus-sema]

Having read these thought provoking posts in a row by @neyafromfrance95 and @anetherealpoetess , I racked my brain to remember when and how exactly did this drama over villain/heroine pairings start and how did it aggravate to such an extent?

But, before I begin, I want to get this out of the way: The intent of this post is not to generalize. Haters who hate everything fun without discrimination, those who aren't hypocrites, this post is not for you. You are the real deal. Hate and vent away and unless this hatred affects creators and fans adversely, which is when we would need to have serious conversations, we are good to go.

Where were we again? Yes. The heroine and the villain. The good girl and the bad guy. The M/F ship where the male character is not 100% morally upstanding and/or age appropriate. This dynamic goes by many names. Call it whatever you wish to.

Why this dynamic is enjoyed by many has been discussed often. Why it is disliked is also known. To each their own. Anyway, let's get straight to the point. This particular dynamic can result in the female character getting hurt at some point. Be it physically, mentally, or emotionally. It isn't mandatory but the possibility is always there. The villain/adversary with whom she shares a complicated entanglement that may or may not be 'officially' romantic is a challenge she must overcome. Be it by beating him, killing him, fixing him, smooching him or screwing him.

Preferences are one thing. But this vehement pushback specifically against stories that explore such a dynamic as well as against those who enjoy them is rather strange.

Now, why is it easier for some to separate fiction from reality when it comes to toxic m/m pairs as compared to similar m/f pairs? Aren't all these characters fake anyway? Maybe the belief that women are inherently fragile and, thus need to be protected and sheltered from any and all harm, genuine or perceived, still prevails. They aren't allowed to face so much as the slightest adversity or discomfort. They must be kept safe within the boundaries of propriety. If they are to have a partner then he must be a properly vetted 'green flag' who is safe for them in every aspect. Chemistry be damned. While it often stems from genuine, albeit misplaced, concern, it leaves the arcs of these female characters with limited scope.

Strangely enough, the characters in question can belong to any background: Human, demon, alien, witch, elf, warrior, zombie. Their natures might differ. They can all have different backstories, undergo varying experiences, follow rules and belief systems distinct from one another. But, when placed in an equation with a man who has been dubbed 'unsafe', they are all clubbed under one umbrella of victimhood. As long as the link between them and the unsafe male character exists, victims they must remain. Until that connection is severed and they are taken back to safety, all other identities cease to exist. Any conversation with respect to that equation must abritrarily categorize them as victim and the men as their victimizers and there should be nothing more to it. Not even if the narrative wills it. Fans who have different readings of the relationship are to be silenced with slutshaming, accusations of romanticizing abuse, not getting the plot, yada, yada. And, in certain cases, when the female character happens to be a WoC, her entire existence gets overlooked.

As a side effect of this approach, the  commercial creatives who are in the business for the paycheck and want to avoid unnecessary hassle, do not bother to put in effort or  undertake risks while creating female characters, let alone put them in a relationship with the bad guy. They know all it will take to calm the online pearl clutchers with pitchforks is to keep the female characters secure on the sidelines to play a supportive role leaving them free to focus and work hard on male characters who move the plot. The female characters are remembered only when the men have to be depicted in a better or worse light. Afterall, someone needs to be the scapegoat to help move the male character's arc forward.

The general audience, most of whom are in for the entertainment, must definitely notice the difference in importance that female characters hold as compared to their male counterparts but do not give it much thought. Meanwhile, in the online realm, puritantis and incels pat each other on the back after belittling real people who disagree with them for female characters in 'safe' and, possibly, passive roles is what both parties ultimately seek, albeit with different intentions. If a fictional woman doesn't toe the line, then the narrative is expected to set her right by 'humbling' her. As for the real ones deemed 'improper', the Internet is always ready with their pitchforks like we see here in this case highlighted by @problematic-faves-appreciation) concerning the Brontës.

Patriarchy truly is no different from the Hydra. Cut one head off and two more appear in its place wearing faux progressive hoodies.

[imsojuliaa]

My Gabi Rant:

So basically if you hate Gabi, I fear you missed the entire point of aot. You’re blaming a LITERAL 12 year old brainwashed by war propaganda, and the promise her and her family will be freed from their oppression if She kills all “bad” Eldians. In any universe if anyone had a chance to free their people from a cruelty they face they are going to do whatever it takes. Wait does that sound familiar?? Oh it’s almost like Eren literally did the same exact thing and no one really bats an eye. Sounds like some imbedded misogyny in our fandom. I’m not unpacking all of that rn so moving on. Is it ok she killed people? No ofc not. But was that on her own behalf and free thinking? From the second she was born she was raised and molded by the Marleyean government to Hate her self and all Eldians. She never had a chance to learn the truth for herself. And what exactly happened once she did learn the truth??? She had her redemption, she realizes what she did was wrong. Which is insanely impressive bc like I said she UNLEARNED YEARS of indoctrination and manipulation. So instead of wishing death upon a 12 year old who is simply a product of her environment, can we just blame the environment instead?? I mean i get hating Gabi if you’re lacking media literacy skills, empathy, a normal IQ level, and the ability to form a coherent thought on your own, but other than that I really just don’t understand she is written to BE a likeable character in the end. At the end of the day it is just fiction so do what you want, but you really just missed the ENTIRE point of aot. the blurring of good and bad in war. The idea that there will never be a GOOD outcome of war bc of the suffering on each side. Also PLEASE Don’t start with the “I understand her character I just think she’s annoying 😛” bc that’s literally just immature ASF are you 13? also you’re missing out on SO much Like I think Floch is SOOOOOOOOO god damn annoying but I can still admit he’s a sick ass goated character hello? The end! Like yall can slob my knob bc Sasha LITERALLY was one of my favorite characters and I am able to use my brain and think abt why she really died. And it’s NOT Gabi’s fault Ok actually if you read all of this Ty I needed to dump it somewhere

[foone]

The thing they don't tell you about becoming a slimegirl is that you have to pull out your own bones. One by one, like baby teeth*.

The slime HRT loosens your ligaments and tendons (which are slowly turning to slimegoo), and the bones remain. It's something chemistry related to do with how slimegirls are silicon-based and bones are calcium-based, so the bones don't slimeify like the rest of your body.

Keratin converts like most parts of your body, so your nails and hair melts into your general goo body, but bones remain, as intrusions in your increasingly undifferentiated flesh. What's worse, slime goo is the same all the way through: you can feel on the inside just as well as the outside. So you feel all your bones, constantly, like a blister in your mouth back when you were biology and not slime (some of us have been feeling our bones since we were born, which is why we're on slime HRT).

So you pull them out. You reach inside yourself and grab hold, and pull. Your goo holds it in, as it clings to the porous bone surface (and slimegirl bones only get more porous, as the goo tries and fails to break down the bone). Slimeified tendons stretch and eventually break, and finally the bone pulls free, dripping with bits of your go. The experience is somewhere between excruciating and orgasmic, in different amounts.

But you have to do it bone by bone by bone. 206 bones. It takes a while. Your body slimifies at different rates, so you have to keep pulling on different bones to see if they're loose enough to come out yet.

A mature slime girl could just filter herself through a fine mesh or screen and leave the bones behind, but by definition a slime girl with bones isn't yet mature. Being able to liquefy to that degree takes time to learn, and a key step on that journey is removing your bones. Your viscosity and density is controlled by your mind, but having your bones still in you keeps you from fully going liquid. Some slimegirls even temporarily lose all cohesion when they finally pull their final bone, as they realize they're no longer human, and no longer biology. Usually they manage to pull themselves together within a few hours, so it's recommended to let him stay that way unless they're in some immediate danger. It helps them adapt to their new form, psychologically.

BTW people sometimes ask questions about why slimegirls can't digest their own bones, when they can clearly (no pun intended) digest other bones: We've all seen a slimegirl eat a chicken whole.

First of all, this is an offensive question. Every slimegirl transitions at her own speed, don't rush them!

But the technical reason is because of the immune system. Parts of it remain active and get incorporated into your morphogenic matrix, and they recognize your own body as "you". So the crepulius filaments don't try to break them down into digestible particles, like they do with other bezoars.

Slimegirls often get help removing some of the larger bones. Femurs, for example, are very difficult to remove on your own.

The skull usually goes last. Once the slimeification process is complete, your skull is protecting nothing, just more slime. Slime girls don't have brains (no jokes please, it's juvenile), every cell contributes equally to cognition. Your skull pulls free with a loud sucking sound, and the last bits of your former body pours out the eyeholes and rejoins your new form.

Many slimegirls keep their skull around as a memento of their former self. Even more of them crush it as soon as they can. Good riddance to being a solid. You're free, in a way that someone trapped in a flesh body could never be. And you're never going back.

* unfun fact about baby teeth: they loosen and fall out because of the adult tooth behind them pushing them out. If you have no adult tooth back there, or too many adult teeth behind them, you can keep your baby tooth for a very long time. I had one of mine until I was in my 30s.

If I got turned into a slime girl and I still had bones inside the slime I would walk into heaven and stab God in the face

[ledesaid]

Billy has a special trunk 💼

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He finds a trunk the size of a microwave under the table of a second-hand shop. It's not very heavy, and the woman attending agrees to give it to him if Billy helps her label some products.

The trunk is a rich mahogany color, with some travel stickers peeking out all over the lid. Some are from Egypt, others from China, and Billy swears there must be one from London under the dirt surrounding it.

He barely makes it to Bambi's house after being chased by some older kids. But here it is. The young woman had agreed to share the apartment after a wave of kidnappings in Fawcett. According to her, Billy was too sweet to be kidnapped; this comes thanks to Billy convincing her to go back to school and become a nurse.

So, great news, Billy has his own key.

And he also has many ideas about what to put inside the trunk. His parents' letters, his favorite stuffed animal, his crystal ball… courtesy of a retired clairvoyant, and his greatest treasure: his album with all the superhero clippings.

Don't get it wrong, if he had the chance to save one thing, he would go for his parents' letters, but currently, that book held Billy's hope on every page, and he read it every night.

Bambi insists that he should be more interested in comics than in the news, yet she never forgets to bring him a couple of newspapers every day.

Billy felt that with her, they were a small team like Batman and Robin.

He never would have imagined that when he wanted to show her the trunk, its contents would have disappeared.

All he could do was accept that it was a nightmare and go to sleep.

Worry wakes him up in the early morning, and he discovers that his trunk is deeper than it should be.

He discovers it when he accidentally falls into the trunk.

A bit dazed, he notices that he is no longer in his Fawcett apartment; worse still, he is still inside a trunk. It's not his trunk, but it is still one.

With some effort, he manages to open the the lid and dosen´t recognize where he is. But the luxurious surroundings tell Billy that he shouldn't be there.

He planned to listen to his brain and go back into the box, but it sounds like a very bad idea… he tries to explore the room, and besides a large canopy bed, a closet full of sheets, and the absence of personality, no one had slept in that place for a long time. He is left with only a window with a view of the large garden of the place. Nothing that would help him recognize where he was, however.

While thinking of some clue, he ended up falling asleep on the soft bed.

"Kid… wake up."

Billy threw himself off the bed in an attempt to find out who had woken him up.

He did not expect to find a teenager with blue eyes and black hair like his. Aside from that, it was someone who had found him when Billy accidentally invaded his home.

A bunch of thoughts tangled in his head. Police, social services, jail, kidnapper…

That last one didn't make sense… But Billy knew he was in trouble!

However, instead of any normal reaction the other boy might have had, he acted carefully not to scare the younger one, and it worked…

Billy had already decided that he would take advantage of any distraction to get back into the trunk and hope to return home. He wasn't very smart, but Billy wanted to have faith that he could get back home with that…

"Calm down, kid, I didn't mean to scare you, and I didn't expect Bruce to bring another kid without warning us… I live here. What's your name?"

"I shouldn't tell my name to strangers."

"That's okay, I wouldn't either if I were you… but I can't just call you kid… my name is Jason…"

To buy some time, he came up with an idea. He had used this trick with two social workers and hoped this boy would fall for it, he would if he was the good person he claimed to be.

"I'm Billy… and I'm very hungry."

As expected, the teenager asks him to wait while he brings something from the kitchen. Billy promises not to go anywhere and opens the trunk as soon as Jason closes the door.

To his surprise, the bottom had disappeared, and he wasted no time before throwing himself inside.

Billy knows it might not be as dangerous when he returns to his apartment. Bambi scolds him for leaving without telling her. But Billy can only hug her while he processes what happened.

First, his trunk is magical; second, his most valuable possessions have disappeared; third, his trunk is magical! and fourth, he is going to go back in to recover his treasures.

[rimatsu]

May we please get a part 2 of Tommy being horned up over preggo Buck’s hot bod? It’s delectable

once again i can barely follow instructions: this ended up more cheesy sweet than unapologetically horny but i hope you still enjoy it <3

part 1

When he waltzes out of the en suite bathroom after his own shower, Tommy is welcomed by semi-darkness. The dim wall sconces are warm pools of illumination overhead. They bathe the bed in yellow and make it glow invitingly. Reclined against the headboard, Evan has wedged three pillows behind his back, his pajamas-clad legs stretched out in front of him. He’s bare from the waist up, scrolling down his phone with one hand. The other rests lightly on top of his belly — shiny with lotion that has yet to be fully absorbed by his skin, a greasy layer that reflects light like glass, accentuating the convex of his abdomen.

Tommy's heart swells and bangs against his ribcage, something achingly tender blooming in his chest at the sight, so big it nearly spills out of its container.

The human body is at once awfully fragile and incredibly resilient. Evan is adorned with purposive ink and accidental scars from dozens of injuries that could’ve killed him. In another universe, he took his last breath when a blood clot obstructed his pulmonary artery; or expired under the crackling claps of thunder and the whiff of ozone. In this timeline, Evan has lived through it all, and the cartography of his flesh is the map of his experiences, a record of bravery and strength and narrow escapes. In their four years together, Tommy has memorized the lattice of Evan’s anatomy and the architecture of his spine, the curvature of muscles and the convex of fat, has laved appreciative attention to his body while it cycled through bulking and cutting phases alike; but this new appearance — the latest addition in the history of Evan's extraordinary accomplishments — might just be Tommy’s favorite, short-lived as it is.

It stirs something primal in him, all lizard brain and base compulsions: Evan is carrying the physical evidence of their coupling, a successful one with a heartbeat of her own. Tommy has never felt quite so possessive before, nor has he ever thought of himself as particularly territorial, but he feels hoggish now. Not in a way that concerns him — he’s only ever reverent, worshiping, wants to curl around Evan and protect what's theirs. His, his, theirs.

“You're gonna gawk at me all night?” Evan asks, pulling Tommy out of his sentimental trance. There's an amused gleam in his eyes when he stretches out one arm in invitation, beckoning Tommy closer. “If you don't claim your spot soon I might replace you with the Snoogle.”

Tommy makes a face. 

The Snoogle is a giant neon green U-shaped pillow Evan purchased to support his bump and back whenever Tommy’s on duty and unable to offer his cuddling services. It's also a space robber that takes up most of the bed’s real estate and acts as a veritable fortress between them.

“No need for threats,” Tommy dismisses. “Keep that monstrosity away.”

The mattress dips under his weight. Fitting an arm under Evan’s neck, Tommy slithers close until they're nestled together as comfortably as possible 36 weeks in.

“Hi,” Evan says with a little grin, putting his phone away.

“Hey there, chubs,” Tommy greets back, teasing.

Evan glowers at him in mock-offense. “Watch it.You’re the one who got me this way.”

“I sure hope so,” Tommy quips, and then hikes Evan’s right leg over his thigh to loosen his aching flexors, hoping to keep the discomfort to a tolerable minimum. “How's my baby doing?”

Evan shrugs, wiggling a bit as he readjusts against his mound of pillows. “M’doing alright. A bit sore, but I’ll live.”

Tommy can’t help but chuckle at that.

“You’re cute, but I meant the actual baby,” he clarifies, reaching to stroke a hand over the swell of Evan's middle. 

He searches for movement under taunt skin, for the press of tiny feet or sharp elbows against his palm, but the kid must be fast asleep now, motionless in the womb, and all Tommy can feel is the steady rise and fall of Evan’s breathing.

"Oh, I see how it is. I’m chopped liver around here,” Evan deadpans — or tries to, anyways. His mouth keeps dancing in and out of a smile. “Do you want me to leave you two alone? I wouldn't wanna intrude.”

“Nah,” Tommy declines, drumming his fingers twice over Evan’s navel. “She says you're decent company.”

“Decent, huh? Sweet talkers, the both of you,” Evan says, and then nudges his head up for a peck, one that Tommy happily gives. 

Their noses brush, and the following kisses are sweet and open, unhurried and languid, without too much tongue. Whiskers scrape against stumbles, one liplock fading into the other. Evan tastes like toothpaste and smells like the citrus headnotes of their shower gel mixed with the jojoba oil of his stretch mark cream. 

It's familiar; it's intoxicating — it lights Tommy up yellow-warm inside. The air that expands his lungs isn't solely his own anymore, shared between them like their last names.

There’s a drowsy pale-pink flush on Evan’s cheeks when they part. His lips are red like wine, a fruit ripening on a stem, and he blinks at Tommy with a slow, deliberate sweep of fine lashes. 

“You wanna…?” Evan asks, trailing off suggestively. His fingers curl in the drawstrings of Tommy's pants. Someone is definitely in the mood to get his nuzzle on.

“I wanna?” Tommy prompts, playful.

That earns him a tug at the waistband, fabric pulled down over the rise of a hip bone.

“Business is open,” Evan announces, voice lowered to a hush — flirty, coy. “You better get it while the getting is good.”

“Your business has been open 24/7 lately,” Tommy points out, just as cheeky.

During the first trimester, Evan had been tired and queasy and sex got kicked to the bottom of his priority list — very uncharacteristic for a man with a pronounced appetite for booty knocking and body rocking. By month four, though, his energy levels went back to normal, and his libido skyrocketed to the point where they now have mind-boggling quantities of sex, reduced mobility be damned. Cuddling before bedtime automatically leads to a horny Evan craving one of those orgasms that help him sleep: slow and drawn-out and indulgent. That extra blood flow around his nether regions have turned him quite hair-trigger.

It’s all very fine in Tommy's books: it might take a lot of maneuvering to fuck now that Evan is so pregnant lying down on his back for too long is no longer an option, but he finds his husband sexier than ever, lush and fruitful, soft to the touch. There’s something wonderful about it, about him.

“You complaining?” Evan challenges, one eyebrow cocked. “You should make the most of it before a newborn takes over all our time.”

“Far be it from me to deny you,” Tommy says, shifting to carefully straddle Evan’s prone form — body loose and legs splayed open like an invitation. “I don’t need any convincing.”

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Kinkuary 14 - Choking

Genderswap!Ghost x Trans!Gaz

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CW: Genderswap!Ghost, Transmasc!Gaz

Notes: Simone is a butch, He/Him lesbian who identifies as a woman. Gaz is a transgender man and also uses He/Him. I understand that for some people, these labels might seem to be in conflict. For this reason, I want to state: Kyle being a man does not negate Simone's identity as a lesbian, and Simone's identity as a lesbian does not negate Kyle's gender. They are both queer people in a queer relationship. If you would like to discuss, I'm open to it! If you want to argue, argue witchyo mama.

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Kyle’s in a mood tonight, the way he sometimes gets in the days after his shot. Too horny to think past herding Simone into the nearest surface to rut against him. Nevermind that the surface in question is the front edge of the hob. And nevermind that Simone was barely home from the gym and starving. It’s his own fault, Kyle tells him as he licks at the back of Simone’s neck and grinds his hips into his arse, “Y’just smell so good, babe.”

“Not in my kitchen,” Joan grumbles, shoving the two of them out of the way so she can reach into the upper cabinets. She doesn’t have much of a leg to stand on, though. Simone walked in on her fucking Kate and Kate’s wife in this very kitchen less than a month ago. Still, he swipes Kyle away so he can throw a frozen chicken and pizza in the oven.

“Later, Kyle,” he chuckles, hip checking his boyfriend so he can get into the fridge. “Let me eat.”

“You c’n eat me,” Kyle answers, too distracted to be anything but an automatic reply. “C’mere, I want to show you something.”

“Is something your dick?”

“Could be.” Kyle catches Simone in a kiss. “Gonna have come with me to find out.”

“After, I eat.”

“Now.”

Kyle makes a playful grab at his arm. Simone, on reflex, catches his wrist. Kyle tries to twist his hand to break the hold. There’s a playful scuffle for just a second before Simone pushes Kyle back against the fridge. It’s an accident that his arm gets knocked up from Kyle’s collar bones, putting a little bit of pressure on his neck.

Kyle sucks in a sharp breath, hands going tight on Simone’s hips. His pupils are huge.

Simone drags him to the bedroom.

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“Fuck, yeah, like that,” Simone pants.

Kyle wheezes, leaning into the arm that Simone has raised to keep a hand around his throat. Simone is barely squeezing, doesn’t want to hurt him, but Kyle insists on leaning into the pressure as he fucks the strap in and in and in.

Kyle’s usual, rolling rhythm is nowhere to be found. He’s barely pulling out before he grinds forward again, using his weight to keep Simone’s thick thigh up, keep him open. Things are sopping wet between them, cum and lube and spit loud where they grind against each other.

Simone nearly swallows his tongue when Kyle’s other hand appears, gently but suddenly, on top of his lower abdomen. The added pressure is blindingly good. The shock of a sudden orgasm means he doesn’t recognize the way Kyle’s hips pulse in time with the way Simone’s hand spasms.

“Fuck,” he laughs when his brain is able to connect the dots.

He shoves Kyle off of himself then wrestles him to the bed. They devolve to grunts and flailing limbs, but eventually, Simone gets behind Kyle and wraps an arm around his throat.

Kyle, the crazy fucker, doesn’t even attempt to get away. Instead, he shoves his harness down, scraping against and pinching both of them, fuck, to get his fingers onto his dick. A high pitched moan barely squeaks past his lips.

“Better go quick,” Simone grunts, carefully increasing the pressure, “Or you might not finish before you pass out.”

Kyle’s entire body goes rigid. Simone releases the hold so he can suck in one good breath, and then he’s shaking, groaning, crying. Simone grins against the back of his head and holds him through it for a surprisingly long time.

Eventually, they’re just laying against each other, panting.

Kyle breaks the silence first. “Holy shit.”

Simone opens his mouth to agree, then-

“SIMONE,” Joan barks. “THE OVEN.”

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