#Also the people who pull this are 6+ inches taller than me

[moonlitgarbage]

there was literally 10 hrs of college volleyball played today and i couldn’t watch ANY of it live

[haddonfieldwhore]

scary dog privilege - ethan landry

ethan landry x alt!reader

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

2.2k words // part 2

warnings: death mentioned, drinking, someone gets tasered, making out, language, i think that’s it

as the music at the party blared loudly, ethan’s eyes darted towards you as chad, as usual, tried to be his wingman and find him a potential hookup. chad followed ethan’s gaze and after one look at you, he laughed at his friend.

“them? no way dude, they would eat you alive.” he said, but ethan was busy admiring the dark tattoos covering your arms and your chunky black boots that must have made you at least a few inches taller. “they’re scary- trust me.” chad tried again to shift ethan’s attention to anyone else at the party.

you had gone to highschool with chad and his friends and had heard about the attacks that happened to them. to your surprise, all of you ended up at the same college in new york. you had talked to a few of them once or twice, and had econ with ethan, who you thought was cute. you also had film studies with mindy and a few of the others but you didn’t know them very well. you were someone who tended to keep to yourself, and sometimes was avoided by others for the way you dress. it led to you being a bit closed off, and you knew that to people you didn’t know, you could come across as mean. you were used to be judged for the way you looked, and had long ago decided you wouldn’t take shit from anyone for it, or any other reason, for that matter.

pushing through the crowd, you made your way into the kitchen to get another drink, passing by the two men as you did. you over heard chad trying to set ethan up with a pretty brunette girl, who politely shrugged off the idea and went back to her friends. after getting your drink, you turned to see that ethan now stood alone, no sign of chad anywhere. deciding to take advantage of the fact that he was alone, you walked over and stood next to ethan.

“ethan- right?” you asked, even though you knew his name from class. he seemed to choke on his drink a little, perhaps surprised that you had come over to talk to him, but smiled shyly.

“hi- yeah. we have econ together,” he replied.

“i know, i sit at the table next to yours.” you said, and realized it might’ve sounded a little too snarky. “what i mean is- i’ve seen you in class.”

“oh - duh.” he laughed, blushing. you had never noticed how tall he was, still taller than you in your platform boots. “are you here by yourself or…” he trailed off.

“yeah. i saw you with chad earlier- did he abandon you?” you asked.

“uh yeah.. apparently his services were needed elsewhere,” ethan laughed. you leaned against the wall next to him, and his shoulders tensed briefly before he relaxed again.

“lucky me; i get you all to myself then.” you smiled, and the brunette blushed again but smiled back.

“don’t take this the wrong way- but you don’t really seem the type to go to frat parties,” he said with a slight laugh.

“i’m not,” you admitted. “i thought since it’s for halloween i would. you don’t really seem the type either-“

“uhh you’re telling me i don’t give off the vibe that i’d fit in here?” he asked sarcastically. “i don’t give off the same aura of hyper masculinity as the rest of the guys here?” he laughed.

“not exactly no,” you smiled. “i’m glad you’re here though; even a slightly a familiar face is nice to see.” you eyes drifted to the empty cup he was holding. “do you want to get another drink?” you asked. ethan looked down and noticed that his cup was in fact empty, and nodded.

“yeah, uh -lead the way,” he said, and you took his hand, dragging him along in the direction of the kitchen. stopping in a near empty hallway, you stopped, pulling him close to you, and in turn positioning yourself between the wall and his body.

“i think the kitchen is that way…” he said, with a slightly confused look as he pointed in the other direction.

“do you want to get another drink or do you want to kiss me?” you asked, and his eyes grew wide.

“oh i mean..yeah i-“ he stuttered, a tinge of pink across his cheeks as you pulled him closer by his shirt, pressing your lips to his. the empty cup in has hand fell to the floor as his hands hesitantly landed on your hips, and you entwined your fingers in his curls, deepening the kiss. you were a little surprised by how good of a kisser he was, and you let out a small gasp as you felt his teeth tug at your bottom lip, and his pelvis press against yours, effectively pinning you against the wall. his one hand traveled up to rest on the side of your neck, and you tugged on his hair slightly, causing ethan to groan into the kiss. pulling away to catch your breath, you began to trail kisses down his neck, and he cursed under his breath as you left a hickey below his jawline.

you separated as you both heard a commotion in the other room, and went to see what was going on. the two of you rounded the corner to see a bunch of people gathered around as tara’s older sister sam, pulled out a taser and used it on a guy who you had seen talking to tara earlier. he fell to the ground in pain as chad checked on tara, who was laying on the stairs.

people started whispering (and speaking out loud) about sam, and tara yelled at her before storming out of the party. chad, sam, mindy, and anika all followed after her, and ethan looked at you before bravely grabbing your hand and dragging you after his friends.

as the group caught up to tara, her and sam began arguing, and you couldn’t help but feel incredibly out of place in the group of strangers. another group of drunk people passed by, one of them tossing a drink on sam and videotaping it, calling her a bunch of vile names like psycho and murderer. sam had to be held back from starting a fight with the girl, and you shot the girl a nasty look and a yelled a few choice words at her as she left with her friends.

tara had run off, followed by chad mindy and anika, leaving sam stood next to you end ethan, who you realized was still holding your hand. he let go of it to nervously offer the older carpenter sister a few tissues he had in his pocket, which she took and began to dry her shirt. she then gave ethan a look as if to say “why are you still standing there” before she noticed you.

“…thanks - i’ve never had a stranger stick up for me like that.” she said.

“prissy bitches like her piss me off,” you smiled, and she sighed before looking in the direction the others had gone. the three of you headed that way, sam slightly ahead of you inadvertently leading the way.

now in an unfamiliar apartment, you had never felt more out of place in your life. sam was pacing around the lobby downstairs, and tara had holed up in her bedroom when you got to their apartment. mindy and anika were sat together on the couch. after a few minutes, chad went to talk to tara, which left you and ethan alone, sitting at the dining table awkwardly.

“sorry- i didn’t mean to drag you along.” ethan said, fiddling with his hands on the table. “i’m sure this is not what you had in mind when you went to the party tonight.”

“it’s fine, although it seems like maybe it’s not the best time,” you laughed. “i think i should go.”

“i - maybe you’re right,” he admitted. you stood up from the table, taking your phone out of your pocket and handing it to him after unlocking it and opening a new contact.

“give me your number; we can study for econ together sometime.” he looked up at you and took your phone, typing his number in before handing it back to you. as his hand reached yours, you grabbed it and started to pull him towards you. “walk me out?”

“yeah, sure,” he said, getting up and leading you to the door. the two of you were almost downstairs when you hear chads voice calling after you to get back upstairs and saying to bring sam with you.

looking at ethan with a confused look, the two of you walked back up the many flights of stairs and into the living room to see everyone gathered around the tv, including a red haired girl you assumed was tara and sams roomate. sam was close behind you guys, along with a guy you had never seen, but the red head seemed to recognize, as she shot sam a surprised look at seeing them together. after you were all back in the apartment, everyone’s eyes were glued to a news broadcast where there was a man reporting the deaths of two students named jason and greg.

“oh my god- that’s that chode from our film class; the one obsessed with argento!” mindy exclaimed, and you realized that must be why he look familiar. across the screen then flashed photos of the ghostface mask you knew to be the one the killers from the woodsboro murders had worn, and without realizing, you grabbed onto ethan’s hand in fear.

“pack a bag- we leave in 10.” sam said to tara, and the younger girl stared at her sister.

“what?” tara asked.

“we’re getting out of the city.”

“can we talk about this for a minute? i mean it could have nothing to do with us-“

“tara, this isn’t a coincidence. you knew him!”

“barely,” tara pleaded. “it’s a big city! and it’s halloween- everyone’s wearing masks.”

“chad, mindy, back me up here,” sam said, looking to the siblings who both looked a little unsure.

“i mean it is… a little-“ chad started.

“-close to home.” mindy admitted. tara looked to the ginger girl, a pleading look in her eyes.

“quinn, your dads a cop right? can you call him and find out what’s going on? before you make the unilateral decision to abandon my college education and make us flee the fucking state?” she said, turning to sam.

“i’ll call him right now,” quinn nodded, pulling out her phone. as quinn began to diall the number, sams phone began to ring on the dining room table. the whole room went silent, and everyone looked at sam as she went over to see who was calling. she declined the call, putting her phone in her pocket.

“why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” ethan asked, and anika rolled her eyes at him.

“you gotta keep up, my dude.” she sighed. mindy’s eyes landed on you, and it was like everyone finally noticed you were there.

“who’s this?” she asked, pointing in your direction and looking around the room at everyone as she waited for an answer. you tried to not take it personal, but couldn’t help but feel like you had overstayed your welcome.

“uh everyone, this is y/n,” ethan introduced you shyly, and you gave an awkward wave.

“no way dude-“ chad said, recognizing you from the frat party. “you actually grew a pair and talked to them? wait…. is that a hickey?”

“not now, chad,” tara sighed.

“uh… i’ll have you know they talked to me first.” ethan said, and you nudged ethan in the ribs playfully with your elbow as chad came over to high five him.

“well this was fun and all but it seems like you all have a lot going on so i think i’m gonna head out,” you said.

“not so fast,” mindy said. “until we know what’s going on you’re not going anywhere. same goes for you, new guy” she said pointing to the guy who sam had with her.

“do you mean i’m a suspect? i barely know any of you?” you questioned.

“uhhh someone adjacent to us gets killed and now suddenly 2 strangers show up- maybe you’ve found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time but after last year; i’m not taking any chances.” you looked at the man, who shrugged. you had to admit, mindy had a point.

“dude-“ ethan looked at chad, and you appreciated that he was trying to back you up.

“sorry man, i’m with my twin on this one.”

“thank you.” mindy replied. “actually- we’re all suspects. but especially you three.” she pointed to you, ethan, and sams friend, who introduced himself as danny.

“me? chad you know me,” ethan argued.

“everybody is a suspect.” mindy insisted. “we thought we knew amber and look how that turned out.”

“ok, i can understand being suspicious but are you not realizing that we all have alibis- we were all at the party except for quinn. it literally couldn’t have been any of us.”

“and quinn was here- with someone,” anika added.

“see? look i won’t pretend i understand what you all went through, but maybe you’re overreacting a little,” you said.

“maybe not.” sam said, entering the room again. “they said i have to go to the station for questioning. everyone stays here for now, there’s safety in numbers.” she said before leaving, danny and tara following after her, saying they had to stick together.

“even you newbie.” mindy said pointing at you, and you raised your hands in mock surrender. you grabbed ethan’s hand and pulled him to sit on one of the armchairs in the living room, before placing yourself in his lap. his eyes were wide in surprise before he relaxed against into the chair.

everyone awkwardly went back to minding their own business, mindy switching the channel off the broadcast to something more entertaining to take everyone’s mind off things. anika, chad, and mindy sat on the couch while quinn sat on another chair. you all sat in silence occasionally eyeing eachother nervously.

what had you gotten yourself wrapped up in?

[kitchenscissorbangs]

Magnetic - chapter one

Reincarnated as a roadman in another world?!

"This time, I want you, you, you, you, like it's magnetic"

On a seemingly normal morning, you wake to find your JoJo merch gone and run into a familiar group of weirdos. So now you have to worry about getting them home and not failing your GCSEs. Presented as a series of vignettes detailing your bizarre adventures with your new and old friends.

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wc : 1,759

a/n: they aren’t actually roadmen but you get it

Waking up at 6:50 to catch the 7:30 bus is never a good idea. Especially not if you stayed up so late it feels like someone is hitting your head with a hammer. But who really cares? It had been Y/N’s routine since year 8 and it was too late to change. She did consistently arrive 30 minutes early to school so maybe whatever she did worked. School… Some part of her wondered how St Daniella’s school (or STDs as the students referred to it) kept its status as a top 50 private school. Many of the classrooms in the older buildings were being held together with duct tape and the school had gone through six heads in less than a decade. It really was a sinking ship.

With a long sigh, the girl got out of bed. You had already missed the first week of school after spending all summer with her grandparents abroad and you couldn’t miss anymore . Though she mostly hung out alone in the room she shared with her brother… Sure she had friends but she had found out that her phone was the best company.

After going about the rest of her morning as usual and skipping the skincare routine she promised herself she’d do everyday to look like her bias, she threw on your uniform. Her trousers were fraying and she desperately needed a skirt after baking in last year's heat. She shrugged and decided she would worry about that in summer. While the girl was changing, she noticed something odd. The copious amounts of JoJo merch she dedicated her life to collecting had seemingly disappeared overnight. Even stranger, it had all been replaced with a mix of csm and jjk merch. At first, Y/N suspected her mother had finally lost it and threw out all her merch, but then why would it be replaced? The fact bugged her. She must be dreaming.

The fact gnawed at her thoughts as she made her way to the station, with the sound of kpop blaring in her ears. It wasn't until a voice interrupted her thoughts that she snapped back to reality.

“‘Scuse me lady but ummm, d’ya where we’re meant to be going” spoke a boy with strawberry blond hair which ,by the looks of it, he spent a lot longer styling then the now very ticked off teenage girl. He had a thick southern accent and was wearing the same ugly green uniform as the girl.

The girl pulled down her headphones. “To school..” Y/N replied with boredom lacing her voice. Like most people, she was not interested in entertaining some clueless American at 7:25 am.

“Yeah but where is tha-” he was cut off by another boy pushing him aside. Boy 2 was taller than boy 1 by about an inch. He also had blond hair but a golden shade. Boy 2 was also wearing the same school uniform.

“I’ll take care of this, you idiot . Miss it’s our first day of school and noticed that we’re the same uniform as you so we thought that you could help us?” Boy 2 had a smooth accent not too dissimilar to Y/N’s.

“Use google maps or something I dunno,” Y/N replied growing even more agitated. Both boys shared a confused look. As they stared at Y/N in joint perplexity, she noticed that both boys shared an eye colour reminiscent of the lanky man with white hair who stood on her windowsill instead of her precious Giorno figure.

“Santa Maria, both of you are helpless. That’s not how you talk to pretty girl.” You guessed it, another even taller blond boy said to the two boys. He turned the teenager, who was currently debating how an anime character look alike could find her pretty. “Hey bella, wanna see something cool?”

“Go ahead. As long as it's not your penis though,” Y/N said. Boy 3 gave her an amused look and then dug around in the deep pockets of his Superdry coat for something. ‘So he’s gonna show me a dumb vape trick’ Y/N mused to herself. Nothing could have prepared her for what boy 3 did next.

He had pulled out a green steel ball not unlike the weapon of a certain Italian jockey. Boy 3 spun on his finger then threw it at the hedge near the bus stop. The ball trimmed off most of the branches before returning to him. The other six people at the stop didn’t even seem to notice. Y/N however seemed to have her whole reality flipped on it's head.

Y/N gave him a slow clap with a false sense of composure. She was either dreaming or had finally lost it. Her post-pandemic JoJo phase had driven her crazy. She was hallucinating anime characters or seeing them in her dreams. It was hard to decide which one was worse.

“That’s great Gyro Zeppeli. Now can I wait for my bus in peace?” Y/N responded sarcastically. The three boys’ jaws fell slack.

“How’d’ya know his name lady? Who the fuck are ya? You’re not working with Valentine are ya?” boy 1 lunged forward and grabbed the girl’s shoulders with enough intensity to confirm whatever was going was real and leave a nasty mark. He seemed the most distressed out of the group. Recalling the manga she had spent many a night reading and re-reading, the group did look strangely familiar.

“Hold on a second. You’re Johnny Joestar,” Y/N turned to boy 2. “And that’s Diego Brando. What the fuck is going on?” They both nodded as the girl said their names.

“We don’t know either. We were chatting at one of the checkpoints and then there was a loud bang. Next thing I know I’m in some futuristic city and I’m 5 years younger and Joestar can walk again and I’m wearing a hideous green uniform” Diego concluded with a frustrated scoff. He had turned his gaze away from the girl and now started down at his uniform with a look of disdain. Y/N couldn’t help but relate.

“At least the blazer’s not mandatory,” the h/c girl sighed.

Gyro gasped. “Wait a moment. HP was there too. Where is he?”

The trio of disorientated jockeys started murmuring among themselves while occasionally glancing back at the teenage girl. She was just happy that they left her alone. She glanced up at the bus times. Still another 4 minutes. ‘How the fuck did this happen?’ the girl thought to herself. Y/N's mind immediately jumped to the cast of SBR. Maybe it was the surreal feeling from seeing the Gyro use the spin with such precision or the way Johnny introduced himself, but it felt like she was living out a scene from her post-pandemic JoJo phase. She half expected Valentine to crawl out a bush or find a corpse part in her bag.

“That fat slag! I’m gonna kill the bitch the second I see her!” Y/N jumped. The yelling of a fellow teenage girl yanked her out her thoughts. Those words sound like they were being screamed down her ears. Y/N whipped her head around. No-one new had come by. Though there was another teenager across the road yelling into her phone… Y/N couldn’t have heard that… She shook her head.

A shiver ran down the girls back as though something had touched her. There had to be something there. "I didn't get the job. I don't know if I can keep going like this." Another voice spoke. This time a man. Something had to be going on.

“Are you OK, miss?” Johnny asked the girl with a flash of concern in his eyes. As he rest a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder, she realised that e wasn’t that much taller than her.

“Y/N. That’s my name. Y/N L/N”

“Pleased ta meetcha.” He stuck his hand out. “Name’s Johnny Joestar. But ya already knew that…” He added with an awkward chuckle. For some reason, Y/N found this kind of… cute.

“Oh umm… The bus is nearly here. D’ya have a zip card?”

“A what?”

“One of these.” The three boys looked at Y/N while she dug around for her wallet. She then gestured to the green photo card. The boys did the same before wordlessly getting on the bus with the girl and copying whatever she did.

The group sat in the four seats in the back facing each other.

She found herself caught in the middle of an unexpected and bizarre situation, surrounded by the boys who were bickering and bantering. While they seemed to occupy themselves in their own company, Y/N found time to text Louis some of the situation.

Pookie

You: Pookie guess what?

Pookie: what..?

You: I’m surrounded by teenage boys on the bus

Pookie: are they gorgjoes

You: *gorgeous And yes, they don’t smell like toes—

Pookie: That’s what matters most, right?

Pookie: I love toes

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“Flattered you think that Y/N but what is that? And who’s that?” Diego pointed to your phone and the photocard.

“It’s a phone. You use it to call and send text messages. The guy is Yeonjun. He’s a singer ”

“Cara, what’s that around your neck?”

“These are headphones. You can listen to stuff on them” Y/N unpaused the song and gave the headphones to Gyro.

“What kind of witchcraft is this?”

“Bluetooth”

“Gyro, give me a turn!”

“Just wait Johnny, Jesus.”

“It’s not that deep, just give it to him."

“Fine. But only ‘cause a pretty girl asked me to.”

“Idiots.”

“So you don’t want a turn Dio?”

“Not what I said Joestar.”

The boys quickly began squabbling among themselves while the girl laughed. Y/N snapped a photo of the boys for Louis.

Pookie

You: >delivered

Omg

sent 7:43am

“Can I have my headphones back?”

“Oh yeah, of course.” Diego took them off and handed them back to the girl. "So about before. How'd you know our names?"

Y/N sighed. She hoping this conversation wouldn't happen. The thought of everything being fake would probably give them an existential crisis so it was best to save this for later. "Lucky guess."

He gave the girl a questioning look. Fortunately for her, the boys had found their own phones and somehow knew the passwords. She didn't really question it as she put back on her headphones and let herself be drowned in the music.

a/n : i think i made the song reference for the readers stand too obvious. the fic was originally meant to be called who really cares but that didn’t match the vibe and the photocard was meant to be felix but his toes deterred me from that idea

taglist: @lv11sawrr open if you’re interested

[writing-rat]

Cornered

Pairings: Maxine X Lorraine

Summary: Lorraine is packing up when Maxine decides to take a chance with Lorraine...

Warnings: 18+ Content, Smut, G!P Lorraine Day, Submissive and Bottom Lorraine, Dominant and Top Maxine, Blowjobs, Corruption, First times, Semi-Public sex, Riding, Masturbation

WC: 1783

“Good shoot everyone. Let’s go back and relax now,” Wayne called. “You ok packing up alone Church Mouse?” he asked as he was looking at her. Lorraine nodded with a shy smile. 

“Yes, I am,” she spoke quietly, a shy and soft smile on her face. Wayne smiled and patted her shoulder gently. That’s when everyone started to leave as she was thankful to be alone. She had been hard the entire time during filming and now she could try and calm down before going into the house. 

She jumped however when she heard someone where the stall door was. “Why did you agree to help film this?” the voice asked. It was Maxine, the person who was making her hard. Lorraine was trying to not overthink that however as she looked back, still packing up. 

“Because RJ asked for help and it got me off the farm for a little while,” Lorraine responded quietly. Maxine strutted in, still just wearing the dungarees as her breasts were practically hanging out.

“He your boyfriend?” she teased. 

“He likes to say it but we aren’t official,” Lorraine admitted. Maxine smirked as she was listening. 

“So he wouldn’t be mad if I did this?” she asked, now having her cornered. Lorraine was embarrassed as she was cursing herself for staying in the corner. She couldn’t help the gasp as she was stroked.

“Smaller than Jackson, that’s for sure,” she hummed. Lorraine was embarrassed as she was looking at Maxine. She knew she was sinning but she also wanted it. She was conflicted about how to feel. 

“You’re not freaked out about it?” Lorraine asked embarrassed as she leaned into the touch subconsciously. “Won’t Wayne be mad?” she added. 

“Me? Freaked out over this? No baby girl, I’m not,” she responded as she kept rubbing Lorraine as she was slowly undoing her button. “Wayne won’t be mad. We do have an open relationship after all,” she teased as she undid the button. 

“You’re sinnin’,” Lorraine responded to the button undoing weakly. Maxine smirked at her and raised an eyebrow as she kept unzipping. 

“Does it look like I care?” she asked. Lorraine shook her head as she whimpered feeling her jeans be pulled down where her tighty whities were revealed. “Exactly honey. And you shouldn’t either,” she teased. Lorraine was soon leaning into her desires as she was nodding.

 

“Yes ma’am,” she responded as she was moaning when she was being stroked again. She wasn’t used to this feeling and she loved it. 

“Now tell me honestly… have you ever masturbated or came before?” Maxine asked curiously. Lorraine blushed the hardest she ever had and shook her head. 

“No ma’am, I was taught it was a sin in church,” she admitted, explaining the reasoning. Maxine smirked.

“You shouldn’t trust the church. I didn’t and look at me. I’m a star,” she spoke. “Sure you can still go like I did but I never listened,” she added. Lorraine was blushing as she felt her underwear be pulled down as Maxine was smirking. She glanced down as she stroked her dick. It was 6 inches, smaller than Jackson’s 9 inches. 

“Beautiful dick,” she stated as she was stroking her up and down. The smaller girl was tense as she was moaning, ashamed she was getting pleasure from it. The taller kept going however as she noticed how Lorraine was thrusting. “You would do good in the films,” she hummed in response. Lorraine blushed harder.

“Isn’t it dangerous to do them?” she asked moaning. “Especially if people recognise you?” she asked. 

“They watched the film then, they can’t say much about it,” Maxine hummed. “And with us, you would be protected,” Maxine added as she stroked the smaller girl faster. Lorraine was unable to speak at that point as she was gripping onto the floor, her head thrown back and her legs stretched out. She was sat down now while Maxine was crouching. 

That’s when Lorraine came, unable to help it. She was moaning the loudest moan so far and Maxine was proud of that. She watched as Lorraine was cumming all over her shirt. She was biting her lip as she watched, feeling herself get wet from breaking the innocence of a virgin with no experience. “So cute,” she purred. 

“Thank you,” Lorraine spoke embarrassed as she was panting, tired out. “Can I finish packing?” she asked then. 

“Oh, we aren’t done yet,” Maxine stated. Lorraine widened her eyes and was about to ask how before Maxine took off the dungarees again. Lorraine was staring at her as she was blushing, her dick still hard. She kept looking from her breasts to her wet pussy, Maxine loved the attention. She was drinking it up. 

“I want you to eat me out then I want to ride you. Is that ok?” Maxine asked, smirking. Lorraine quickly nodded. 

“I might not be good,” Lorraine admitted. 

“I don’t expect it since you’re a cute little virgin,” Maxine teased. Lorraine nodded as she thought. 

“Can we do it in a bed? I don’t want anyone to see,” Lorraine asked embarrassed. Maxine smirked and nodded. 

“Of course, I’ll see you over there then baby girl,” she replied as she started to walk over to the house, the dungarees barely done. Lorraine was thankful as she quickly clothed herself as well as packed before she was soon back in the house.

“She’s in your room,” Wayne informed as he was sitting on the couch, RJ making food with Jackson while Bobby was smoking. Lorraine nodded embarrassed as she put everything down. 

“Thank you,” she practically squeaked before she was rushing over to her bedroom. She was all needy and she saw how Bobby looked at her crotch as well as her shirt which was stained with her cum. Once inside she saw a naked Maxine reading her magazine while smoking. She couldn’t help but admire her. 

“Come on pretty girl,” Maxine spoke, not even putting her cigarette out or her magazine down. Lorraine scurried over as she was nodding, wanting to be good. That’s when Maxine finally put it to her side as Lorraine wondered what to do. Maxine blew some smoke in her face before she put the cigarette out on the side as well. Lorraine blushed at that.

“Strip,” Maxine commanded. Lorraine nodded before she did as told, revealing her naked body. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” she stated. 

“Thank you,” she spoke embarrassed as she was getting in between her legs when Maxine patted between them. She felt like a dog, which oddly turned her on. 

“Good girl, now start licking,” Maxine instructed. Lorraine did as told, feeling self-conscious of her performance. She hoped it was good enough. Maxine was moaning however so she had to be doing good. She kept going, doing small and long licks, experimenting to see what Maxine liked. She also wanted to show her teacher how good she could be. 

“Suck on my clit right here,” Maxine then commanded, pointing at it. Lorraine did as told as she was blushing before she switched to licking and sucking her clit now and then. Maxine was loving it as she gripped Lorraine’s hair. “Fuck baby, I’m going to cum,” she warned. Lorraine was eager as she kept going. She sucked on her clit. That’s when Maxine let out a loud moan that was genuine before she came. Lorraine quickly licked it all up as she was getting excited about Maxine riding her. 

Suddenly she was grabbed and then pushed on her back. She blushed as her dick was leaking pre-cum already. However, Maxine didn’t ride her just yet. No, she was putting her mouth on her dick. Lorraine gasped, shocked it felt good. Maxine was smirking, ready to give her a whole new world of experiences. Maxine kept bobbing her head as she also fondled Lorraine’s testicles as well. Lorraine was letting out a moan and a whimper. “I’m gonna cum,” she warned as she was panting. 

“Good girl,” Maxine praised as she pulled away quickly before sucking. That’s when Lorraine came and Maxine was swallowing it all. She was nodding. 

That’s when Maxine sat up as she was positioning herself over Lorraine. “You may cum whenever since I’m on birth control,” Maxine spoke. Lorraine was nodding as she was embarrassed at that prospect. She let out a moan when Maxine was slowly going down on her, Maxine also moaning but quietly. “Such a virgin,” Maxine humiliated Lorraine. 

“I’m loving this, thank you,” Lorraine groaned. Maxine smirked as she was fully down before she went up and down. 

“Such a good girl,” Maxine praised as she was rubbing her nipples, Lorraine leaning into the touch. She was throwing her head back as she wouldn’t be surprised if the whole state heard her at this point. Maxine meanwhile was going rougher and faster within a few minutes. 

“For such a small, cute dick it feels amazing,” Maxine moaned loudly, causing Lorraine to moan loudly. She loved the compliments and praise as it made her feel good. She kept watching Maxine the best she could with hooded eyes too. She was watching as Maxine’s breasts bounced, stared at how her ass looked and then her pussy fucking her dick. She was getting overstimulated which made her feel better as well. Maxine was soon leaning into her as she kissed her. Lorraine kissed back immediately as she was holding her close, groping Maxine’s breasts as she loved the feel of them. 

“Going to cum,” Lorraine moaned. Maxine nodded as she kissed her once again, soon exploring her mouth. That was when Lorraine came, Maxine loved how she thrusted into her before she came as well. Both girls were panting as Maxine rode out their highs before she slowly got up.

“Wanna shower and eat or cuddle after?” she asked. They were going to shower. 

“Can we shower and then eat?” Lorraine asked. Maxine nodded as she led the innocent (or not-so-innocent-anymore) girl to the bathroom as they showered. It took about an hour as Maxine decided to give Lorraine a hand job this time, and talked to each other as well. When they came out everyone was smirking at them, all except RJ who looked jealous. Lorraine was also dragged to sit next to Maxine but she didn’t care as both girls started to eat, the group talking about her trip back. 

“Can I join all the films I can?” Lorraine asked Wayne shyly. Wayne smirked and nodded. 

“Scenes with anyone or just women or…?” he asked. 

“Just women,” she admitted embarrassed. Wayne nodded. He could do that, and Maxine was proud of her for asking. Safe to say… Lorraine belonged now.

[nugget-child]

YIPPEEEEE, u and I are rlly similar in some ways- anywayyyy

Ane (basic ass middle name ik)

2. uhhh not answering thatttttt

3. Feb 11th

4. Aquarius

5. Green/pink

6. Don’t have one, but maybe 2,3, or 7????

7. yes I have a cat

8. AMURICAAA 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅💥💥

9. Like 5’ 3.5” (I’m still half an inch taller than chuuyaaa)

10. About 7.5

11. I don’t know

12. I don’t remember my dreams

13. I can write and draw

14. Dunno what this means-

15. hahahahaaa don’t make me pick one pleaseee

16. I don’t know eitherrr

17. Someone who loves me (High standards fr)

18. NO, I HATE CHILDREN

19. I mean… idk, maybe just for the experience?

20. no

21. yessss at least 4 times (including my birth)

22. no, I’m like an angel 😇

23. if concerts count… then yes

24. showers, I ain’t taking all that time to do a bath

25. BAREFEET

26. no

27. Yes (I crave attention worship me peasants)

28. Everything except country. Literally everything

29. no

30. anywhere from 1-4 (and then I sleep on a stuffed animal instead)

31. Like halfway curled up, on my side and then I kind of like move around a lot in my sleep

32. don’t knowwww????

33. either like an egg sandwich, a slice of coffee cake, or waffles

34. I’ve fired a BB gun (this is America after all)

35. I did it at a summer camp a few times

36. I don’t knowwww I’m a writerrrr

37. FUCK

38. I don’t pull all nighters because I literally have nothing exciting to do for that long

39. Yes, and they’re kinda stupid too. Like my two scars are from a meatball tray and a hanger-

40. no

41. yes :3

42. Maybe??? Idk I haven’t had to judge no character yet

43. British, Russian, French

44. no

45. I don’t knowwww???

46. uhhh intp but i think the test thought i was more introverted than i was because i hate group projects because I don’t trust people to do a good job soooo 🤷

47. I don’t actually know

48. Yeppp can’t do the clover thing tho

49. innie, my belly button is just a hole in my stomach

50. Right handed

51. if they crawl on me, yes, if not… like probably not

52. any dessert (especially chocolate flavor), orrr pizza

53. Italian food

54. Both, im inconsistent af

55. Any variation of I’m gonna kms- (I need to cut down my usage of this…. I use it way too much.)

56. Fuck probably

57. not long, idk I don’t time myself

58. yes but like no…. (It’s confusing)

59. Suck (just like I did to your mother last ni-)

60. YES, LIKE A LOT ACTUALLY

61. ALSO YES

62. maybe? I’m prob like average

63. Like centipedes and millipedes crawling on me.

64. I would be, but I’m sort of socially isolated 😔

65. I don’t knowwwe stop asking me to pick favoritesssss

66. long

67. I can, I can also name all the capitals 🤓🇺🇸

68. art ig

69. (hehe 69) uhh ambivert

70. no

71. making mistakes on my schoolwork 😔(🤓)

72. No <3 I like the dark, I also like small spaces

73. Yes. It drives me crazy sometimes (🤓)

74. yes

75. no

76. noooo

77. no, my parents gave me opportunities to, I’m just fucking terrified of trying new things

78. nope, I’m still terrified of trying things

79. I haven’t had one (there was maybe this one girl, but I think I only liked her because she liked me)

80. 2 (one in each ear)

81. yessirrrr

82. not very fast

83. also not very fast

84. blonde, but a weirdly specific shade of blonde

85. blueeee

86. Penicillin, I also have like spring allergies

87. no, I’ve tried but I never end up actually writing in it

88. mother does like campaign finance or something, and father does opinion editing for a newspaper

89. I do

90. people being wrong, being accused of things, there’s a long list

91. yes its soo prettyyyyy

92. I don’t want kidsss

93. FOR THE LAST TIME I HATE CHILDREN

94. I have intelligence in school

95. I have intelligence nowhere else

96. idk prob bcuz it sounds nice

97. no

98. yes? I already answered this didn’t i???

99. One is white with butterflies with green sheets, the other is grey triangles and grey sheets

100. one is white, with a blue accent wall, and the other is grey

Uhh as for tagssss uhhhh just do it if u want to-

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

[mangodestroyer]

I'll be honest, as someone raised female, I never truly deprogrammed from the societal pressure to "be thin." I never stopped seeing myself as strange for eating way more than pretty much every woman I know. I still would rather see 120 or less on the scale than 160.

Thing is... I'm taller and more active than the average woman. 5',6" at least. My true height could even be 5',7" because I have inflammation and shit that causes me to slouch. 160 isn't even bad for my height. Maybe the reason why I'm currently at this weight isn't good (literally would eat 3,000 or more calories a day on average for the longest time, consuming junk food and eating out constantly). But I've been cutting back recently and already lost two inches on my waist.

One thing I've been nitpicked about a lot is how much I eat. What I eat. For instance, I've never seen a cis man get scolded for putting a little extra mayo on his sandwich (even one who is close to the same height as me). But for me? "Do you realize how many calories are in that?" Even when I was... 115 lbs...

I even did a little experiment the past two days. I ate around 1600 calories each day. Which would probably still be "too much" for a "woman" to some people. Surprise! I am now lightheaded and miserable. I'm starting to get cravings and everything. I woke up feeling exhausted. My body is telling me it isn't okay, and yet some people expect me to eat very little because I'm biologically female? Not only is it "women should be thin." It's also, "Women can't have very many calories at all and need to eat a lot less than men."

Seriously, some people expect me to eat like I'm 5',0" and bedridden. I had to pull out a bmr calculator to realize how ridiculous that is. Guess what? I need 1700 at the very MINIMUM. And I can get away with 2,250 because of my lifestyle. Maybe even a little more. That would probably explain why I was putting weight on slowly while eating my junk food diet.

In other words, I'm sure the extra mayo won't kill me...

[malandi]

Hate when the topic of height comes up and short people come rushing to outshort the other and pretend they hate it, "wahhh you think you're short? I'm 3 inches tall 😭🥺" you're cute, is that what you want me to say? You're baby? Fuck off rumpelstiltskin

[not-alien-girl-v]

Evans Height HCs

ok so i usually don’t do this but i’ve seen posts about this before and they only really rank the evans in height from tallest to shortest so today i’m giving actual heights that i headcanon let’s get started

Tate: ok he is cocky but not like an over 6 foot type cocky, but also not like a 5’5 kind of cocky, so i’m giving him a fair 5’10, only an inch shorter than evan actually is so it seems alright, because like he’s confident, but not in a super tall guy kind of way

Kit: i’m feeling like a solid 6’0 maybe even 6’1 if i’m being generous and i think he somewhat enjoys his height like he doesn’t try to make it his whole personality or anything but he’s comfortable in the fact that in some cases he can tower over people and in some cases he’s only just a little bit taller than others, but in general he’s a really confident guy so i feel like it’s just not something he’s ever concerned himself too much with

Frat Kyle: something about being a frat boy just screams 5’9 to me but in a negative way. like i mean this as an insult to frat boys, even though i love kyle with my whole heart, he is definitely not over 6’0 and i think he’d lie about his height just a little bit like he’d say 5’10 maybe 5’11 just to impress people a little bit. just don’t break out the tape measurer or else words will be had

Franken Kyle: now hear me out on this. he was given a new body. like completely new shit. madison and zoe did not know who the fuck they were putting together, they just saw a handsome face and ran with it. 6’1. i think something in the reconstruction gave him a few extra inches and it would really help sell the whole murderous monster thing to be taller than 5’9. i don’t know i just think it could happen

Jimmy: i think he’s 5’11. because i feel like we were sold the whole ‘other than his hands he is the most attractive man’ and i think that includes him not being super short or super tall. he’s a little on the taller side but just like. not all the way up there with it

James: bless his soul but this man is just a little guy. not like SUPER small. but he is probably 5’8 or 5’7. and let’s be real does it even matter id still smash no questions asked. but he just isn’t very large. hope you all feel these vibes. once again he has that confidence and he puts together his look very nicely and that’s what pulls all his bitches so it does not matter what his height is but let’s be real. 5’8 at the most

Rory: never seen this season. someone on tiktok assigned this season to my zodiac sign (aries) and that pissed me off so i’m giving him 5’6. deal with it. fuck gingers

Kai: i know a lot of people say this and that’s because it’s correct but kai is the tallest. like he is giving TALL energy. like 6’4 at least maybe even 6’5. and hear me out on this so precult he was just this weird nerd incel thing and he had the potential to be hot he just wasn’t doing that yet. have you guys met nerds in real life. some of them get pretty big i can speak from personal experience also it totally works out with his intimidation tough guy thing, just being an absolute mountain of a man, i’d be scared but id still smash

Mr. Gallant: twink. 5’7. let’s move on

Jeff: 5’6. shortest evan and it’s so obvious. he gives off little man vibes. i know i said some nerds can get kinda huge but he is not one of them. little man. let’s move on

*moment of silence for the lack of evan peters in 1984*

Austin: 5’8. he’s comfy with it. he’s cool. it’s no big deal and it’s just not his biggest concern in any way. unrelated but does anyone remember when he said ‘i’m hungies 🥺’ that ruined me. i can never forgive austin for that.

[butwhyduh]

Getting tall

Summary: Damian finally hits his growth spurts and the fam have opinions. Some damijon, timkon, jaytemis, and dickori mentioned.

Damian was an adorable tiny murder baby when he first showed up at the manor. Like a feral kitten. Short end of normal growth at 10 years old and thin too, Dr Leslie found. Make sure he eats 3 square meals and snacks when he wants and he’ll be just fine. Alfred had made it his mission, as he had done for both Jason and Tim, to put weight on Damian.

The first family member he outgrew was Cass. She reached over to ruffle his hair only to reach up above her head rather than below it. She didn’t mind. 5’4 isn’t very tall. She’d just have to remember that the next time they spar. Height wasn’t an important factor to her.

It was a few months later that Damian hit a massive growth spurt and grew 4 inches. He passed by 5’6 Stephanie.

“Hey little dude. What are they puttin in your food, miracle grow?” She asked when she noted how tall he was and how big his feet had gotten. Damian was a bit like the giant puppies all gangly. Alfred was adjusting the Robin costume monthly after Damian rushed to put it on for patrol one day and every time he raised his arms he felt his stomach show. Clothes were constantly being bought that met his newest height increase. The Kents were very appreciative of the barely worn clothing Jon got as Damian went through another pair.

“I’m perfectly normal in growth,” he said pulling on the hem of his shirt that was growing shorter by the day. Stephanie eyed him but left it. Tim hated the height jokes they would make when everyone started passing him in height. Nowadays Tim just rolled his eyes and deferred all short jokes to Bart who Damian was now taller than. Bart didn’t care at all because he was short but he was also at least top 3 faster people ever so who cares right?

For a very short time, Damian was taller than Jon. He liked that. Jon thought it was pretty funny.

“D, I’m going to be taller. My dad and mom are both taller than yours. I’ll be taller in the end,” Jon said with a grin before Damian pushed him off the roof. Jon giggled and stared at Damian with obvious heart eyes. The kid was definitely smitten.

Tim was half an inch taller. He didn’t acknowledge it in any way. But it wasn’t surprising. His mother was tiny, his father lower end of average, and Tim probably skipped too many meals with working during an important growth phase while he was becoming Robin. 5’8.5 is a perfectly normal height for a man. He had an easier time with stealth.

Bruce watched as his son grew more handsome and taller everyday. He recognized things he hadn’t taken the time to see with Dick or Jason and had missed completely with Tim. Aftershave, cologne, and deodorant budget went up exponentially and Damian was barred from bringing any of his shoes in the house and his Robin uniform had to double washed occasionally. He spent far longer in the bathroom doing his hair and agonizing over any spot on his face.

Bruce even once caught Damian do the lean on the doorframe while talking to someone they like when Jon visited once. He had to give the worst birds and bees talk of all time. Bruce also noted how Damian had Talia’s nose and his lip curled the same way hers did when he smiled. He stretched when walking to the breakfast table the same way Dick did.

Damian didn’t get another true growth spurt for 2 years. There was plenty of jokes that he jumped up to his height and didn’t move again. Jon was once again taller than Damian. Alfred was ready this time with the massive amount of food the 15 year old could put away and panels in his costume for easier adjustments.

Talia smiled proudly at her son as he grew taller than her. He was turning out handsome like his father but kept her feature and in her mind, that was the perfect combo. She never told Damian because she didn’t him to grow arrogant.

Dick didn’t notice it right away. He was so busy with Bludhaven and the Titans that he didn’t notice Damian had gotten a full inch taller than him. He only realized when him and Damian practiced a complex move that required a taller and shorter partner while training. They paired up as they always did and the maneuver completely fell apart. Dick was mentally putting together why it failed when Damian walked over and it clicked. Little D was not so little anymore.

“You’re taller than me,” he said brightly. Damian immediately grinned.

“So now you’re little D,” Damian said back. Dick laughed at that one.

“Don’t let it go to your head. I can throw you around like a tilt-a-whirl,” Dick warned. Of course, that’s exactly what happened the next time they sparred when Damian tried to use his height advantage.

“I can beat Jason so don’t think you can beat me just by being bigger,” Dick said standing over Damian who rolled his eyes.

Dick had no problem with Damian getting taller. It was his own height he had a complicated relationship with. See, Dick grew up as an acrobat. Being tall is a disadvantage. More weight to swing, more body to move. And his father had told him growing up that almost every Grayson man has been 5’8. It’s a legacy as strong as flying above the circus crowd.

And so when at 15, Dick was very distraught with the fact that he hadn’t stopped growing at 5’8. It felt like a part of his history and family legacy had died. He wasn’t one of the 5’8 Grayson men. He never told anyone beside Kori, late at night where she told him she loved him tall or small. She had already far outpaced Dick and was on her way to being 6’4.

Duke and Alfred and Damian were the same height for a short while. Duke would joke that he could just wear the Robin’s costume since they were the same size. Damian would threaten to disembowel him if he touched it and that made Duke laugh even more.

When he grew taller Duke once again joked with Damian calling him a not so jolly green giant and Alfred considered his nutrition attempt a complete success. Damian went from a tiny kid to a tall strong young man.

Damian and Jon were practically the same size for a while. Jon barely bent his neck to rest his chin on Damian’s shoulder as his partner worked on a complex mechanical part. Then Jon hit another growth spurt to end in his final height of 6’2, same as Bruce and his father. Damian enjoyed having a taller boyfriend for a while but would never say anything. High school dances were nice.

Bruce could see Damian getting taller and stronger and was practically grown. Dr Leslie warned Bruce that growth could continue until Damian was in his early 20s and he could end up a quite tall young man or stop tomorrow.

Jason liked being the tallest and biggest in the family. He had an entire inch in height on Bruce and was at least 20 lbs heavier. He was built like tank. When Jason had died at 15, he was terrifyingly thin. Alfred had tried his best but Jason had suffered malnutrition and hunger from practically birth. He was short and thin and Dr Leslie had told Bruce he probably always would be. And so when Jason came back to life a giant 6’3 and over 200 lbs, it was a shock. It took him forever to accept his size as anything more than an amour to create fear in his enemies. The first time he had accidentally scared a woman walking in the street at night, Jason had hated that he was so big. But within his family, it had become a source of pride. He was certainly taller than Dick and Alfred and even Bruce.

So when he visited Cass’s birthday party and Jason stood next to Damian and realized that the kid was taller than him, he was a little shocked. Damian had reached his final height of 6’4.

“When the hell did you get so big?” Jason asked while cake was being served. Dick nosed in the conversation.

“Little D is taller than you now,” he said with a teasing grin at Jason.

“And yet you insist on calling me Little D,” Damian said with an eye roll.

“I call him Big D,” Jon said with a smile. Dick blanched and Jason coughed out an awkward laugh.

“Good for you, bro,” he said patting Damian on the back. Jon blushed at the sudden understanding.

“No! I mean- he’s taller than me. I didn’t mean- uh,” Jon stuttered. Damian grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him away from his brothers who were laughing.

“It’s weird you know,” Jason admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“The fact that he is dating Jon?”

“No, they’ve been together forever. That he’s taller than me,” Jason said.

“Are you- does it bother you that you aren’t the tallest?” Dick asked with a gleeful smile.

“No,” Jason said abruptly.

“It could be like how I learned my little brother was bigger than me,” Dick teased. “All of a sudden you were just massive. My tiny little brother was this big dude. Good thing I’m comfortable with my masculinity.”

“Your girlfriend is like 6 inches taller than you. If that isn’t emasculating then there’s nothing I could do,” Jason answered.

“Yeah, she’s always been taller than me,” Dick said with a fond smile. “You can’t talk with the Amazon you’ve been hanging with.” He pushed Jason’s shoulder with a grin.

“We’re just friends-I guess,” Jason said uncomfortable. “That’s not the same-“

“Well at least Tim will always be our little brother,” Dick changed the subject but mentally noted Jason’s reaction to the mention of Artemis.

“Yeah, he’ll always be a shrimp,” Jason agreed.

“Honestly fuck you both,” Tim said from across the room. With Kon standing next to him he certainly looked tiny.

“Hey, it’s my birthday and I am the shortest and I can still kick all of your butts,” Cassandra reminded them both and they laughed but neither corrected her because they knew she was right.

[1863-project]

id love to hear why you love 462 steam locomotives

Ah, I can talk a bit about Pacifics, yeah!

My taste in locomotives tends to veer towards high-speed passenger rail, because I'm a bit of a speed freak (note: this is an understatement). As such, I gravitate to locomotives that were designed to go fast and get people somewhere in the blink of an eye, so 4-6-2 Pacifics and 4-6-4 Hudsons tend to be some of my favorites, as well as the 4-4-2 Atlantics the Milwaukee Road ran, the streamlined Class As.

The current world speed record holder for steam locomotives is my favorite Pacific, LNER 4468 Mallard, designed by Sir Nigel Gresley, who was absolutely phenomenal at building Pacifics in particular.

I know I've explained Whyte notation on this blog before, but you can see Mallard has two sets of leading wheels for a total of four, three sets of drive wheels for a total of six, and one set of trailing wheels for a total of two, hence 4-6-2.

In general, the easiest way to tell what a steam locomotive was used for is the size of the drive wheels. Strasburg #90, the 2-10-0 Decapod I've had the honor of driving exactly one time, was a freight locomotive; her drive wheels are smaller, which allows for greater tractive effort, making it easier for her to pull a lot of weight. Passenger locomotives tend to have larger drive wheels because they were designed to go fast. Let's put that into perspective with a photo of me next to a K4, a Pennsylvania Railroad 4-6-2 Pacific:

I am 5'2", aka 62 inches tall. These drive wheels next to me are a whopping 80 INCHES TALL. That's taller than the average person. A person who is 6 feet tall is 72 inches tall. These drive wheels are 6'8". Here's a wider shot to really give you a sense of how big these things were:

Pacifics existed for one reason and one reason only, and that was to go fast. Some of them did mixed traffic (passenger and freight), and some even did freight, but they were designed for passenger work, and it shows in the wheels. Between the 1920s-1940s, Pacifics dominated express service in many places around the world, although as trains got longer and heavier, many railroads upgraded to the 4-6-4 Hudson, which was essentially a Pacific with two extra trailing wheels, allowing for a bigger firebox. Hudsons were heavier, but they could whip, too - the Milwaukee Road's Class F7 Hudsons rivaled Mallard for top speed (and may have surpassed her, but were never officially verified), and of course everyone recognizes the Dreyfuss Hudsons that pulled the 20th Century Limited starting in the late 1930s.

Some of my favorite examples of 4-6-2 Pacifics are, of course, Mallard herself, pictured above, the PRR's K4s (also sort of pictured above; I'm next to the drive wheels), and the CNJ's G3s, which pulled the Blue Comet between Jersey City and Atlantic City:

They're just gorgeous, honestly.

tl;dr I am a ballast scorcher and like to go fast, and Pacifics are fast

[piratewithvigor]

Eldritch Horrors Anonymous: A Wrestler Fic

Dr. Shelby's led plenty of support groups before and helped plenty of people in them. But these people aren't exactly people...

(I spent the last two days binging matches and assorted other videos to try and get the characterizations right, so let's see how this goes)

Plenty of bad crack below

When Dr. Shelby had been approached with the idea of running this group, he’d been… unsure. Possibly even apprehensive. He’d led groups for violent individuals before; anger management was the most memorable, but the coordinator nearly begged him to start this one. She’d had some of these individuals in other groups, but none of their problems truly seemed to stem from the focus of the groups they tried. They had a unique problem. A unique struggle that needed support from others just like them.

It was the night of the first meeting and he wasn’t quite sure what the outcome might be. The community center had been advertising it for the last few weeks and he’d heard about some interested parties, but the exact number was a little unsure. He’d been told a ‘handful’, which wasn’t frustrating as an imprecise number until it came time to set up the chairs in the room. Six seemed like a good number. A couple, but not too many. Colder drinks were set out on a table along the edge of the room. Nothing too hot. A lot of those coming had problems with heat. As well as with machinery. Some of them had habits with… well, with making it explode.

God, he hoped nothing exploded during this meeting.

The flyer stapled to the bulletin board said the meeting started at 6 and it was 5:55 when Dr. Shelby sat down in his chair opposite the semi-circle. The noticeably empty semi-circle. A part of him was disheartened that the room was empty, but a much more selfish part was deeply relieved. He’d spent a few days reading articles about these individuals and how best to help them. Unfortunately, not much research had been done besides describing the pain they inflicted in such gruesome detail that Dr. Shelby had felt the need to make himself a cup of tea.

But those were laboratory settings. This was a friendly support group. No one was being forced to be there, or even being paid. They were coming because they wanted to.

By 6:03, he was tempted to just start packing up. Maybe no one was coming. Maybe the group was a bad idea in the first place. He’d been told to wait until 6:05 for people to arrive, but even just two more minutes seemed like too many to just sit there.

He was shaken from his thoughts by the large metal door on the other side of the room creaking open slowly. A hand gloved in black leather wrapped around and Dr. Shelby tensed for a moment until the owner of the hand appeared. A pleasantly-dressed gentleman in a neat sweater, a short beard and his hair pulled back looked around the room before spotting Dr. Shelby and seeming to relax.

“Excuse me, is this Eldritch Horrors Anonymous?” He asked, smiling warmly.

“Uh, it’s supposed to be,” Dr. Shelby nodded. If anyone had shown up, he wanted to add, but bit his tongue back.

The man’s smile widened and he turned back from the room to call over his shoulder. “Found it, guys! We’re supposed to be in here!”

Guys? There were more?

Maybe the night wouldn’t be such a bust after all.

The man stepped inside the room and pulled open the door politely. Dr. Shelby couldn’t see the people until they entered, but it didn’t truly matter; no amount of time could have prepared him for the group joining him.

The first one to nearly skip through the door looked like a child at first glance. Definitely not an eldritch horror. She wasn’t much taller than one and with her long blonde hair pulled into pigtails and a doll clutched to her chest, she looked even more like one. She paused long enough to thank the man holding open the door before taking a seat in the middle chair of the semi-circle, directly across from Dr. Shelby. It wasn’t until she was fully seated that he got a proper look at her face. Her strikingly icy eyes were surrounded by thick black rings and every time the hairs in front of her face moved, Dr. Shelby swore he saw black liquid dripping from her scalp. The chill that went down his spine was either negated or enhanced by her wide, jubilant grin. He wasn’t sure which.

The man who sat beside her also seemed confusingly normal at first glance. A plain black t-shirt and leather jacket. Perhaps a little more… edgy than Dr. Shelby would have preferred to dress, but he seemed like an equally charming young man.

Unfortunately, a pattern of three seemingly normal people did not necessarily mean the group would be.

The next one to enter the room had to quite literally duck to pass through the door. Dr. Shelby guessed him to be seven feet tall, give or take a few inches. He was wearing a black suit that covered most of his body, save for his face, which had its own covering of a deep red mask. He didn’t smile like the others had so far. Not even a polite half-smile of acknowledgment. Just sat down in one of the chairs that looked like it might prove to be a little too small.

Dr. Shelby had been so focused on keeping his expression steady while watching the masked member of the group that he hadn’t noticed one final member sneak in through the door and sit on the other side of the circle. He had an oversized alarm clock clutched in one hand, a paper bag in the other and a steady, intense smile in Dr. Shelby’s direction. Though his face was just as covered in red, he seemed to be the exact opposite of the stoic masked member.

“I think that’s everyone,” the man holding the door declared, taking one last glance down the hall before starting to let it go. He was intercepted by a gloved hand pushing back against the door.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” A final member slid in, face covered in white and black paint and a long leather coat stretching to his ankles. “All the hallways here look the same.”

“We had that problem too,” the man holding open the door nodded. “Kept walking around in circles trying to find the room. And it didn’t get much easier after the flyer got a hole burnt through it right where the room number was listed.”

“I said I was sorry,” the masked member grumbled.

Oh God, he burnt things unintentionally?

“Don’t worry about it, you’re all on time,” Dr. Shelby interjected, hoping to avoid any conflict between the members before the meeting had even technically started.

The final two men took their seats. Six? Not a bad turnout. Might as well get started.

“Welcome everyone, my name is Dr. Shelby.” A collection of polite nods came his way. “Now, you’re all here because you face the same struggle every day and you wanted to meet people like you. Am I right so far?” Everyone nodded again. “Good. I’ve led a lot of support groups just like these and almost everyone in them has felt major improvements knowing that they have a safe place to share their feelings every week. Why don’t we go around the circle and introduce ourselves and share what brings us here?”

It was always a risky move. Especially with brand-new groups. Some of them were bound to be a little more shy or wouldn’t really want to participate until they felt more comfortable with the other members. Dr. Shelby hoped there would at least be one outgoing one amongst them.

Dr. Shelby knew he wasn’t masking his fear very well. He’d perfected the perpetual smile; it was necessary when leading support groups, but he couldn’t always control his eyes.

The group all looked amongst themselves before the man in the sweater held up his hand.

“I can get the ball rolling,” he smiled, standing up. “My name is Bray and for the last few months, my body gets periodically taken over by my dark half named The Fiend, an entity whose sole objective is to cause as much pain and suffering to those around him as physically possible.”

“Thank you, Bray,” he tried to say with as even a voice as possible. “Who’s next?”

“I’ll go,” the girl smiled, standing up with a flounce. “My name’s Alexa and this is Lilly.” She spun the doll around to reveal the most grotesque face Dr. Shelby had ever seen. He wasn’t certain from across the circle, but it looked like the teeth sewn into the mouth were real. “The Fiend showed me the way into the darkness, and Lilly took it from there.”

This is normal for them. It’s not going to help anyone here if you start looking like you’re scared.

But darn, is that doll ever creepy.

The man with the red face paint stood up next.

“I’m the Boogeyman!” He grinned with wide eyes, looking around at each member of the circle erratically. It was only as he began to move around that Dr. Shelby noticed the paper bag he was clutching seemed to be dripping some kind of dark liquid.

“Thank you for introducing yourself… Boogeyman. If it’s not too personal, do you mind if I ask what’s in your bag there?”

“Worms.”

“Worms?”

Boogeyman unrolled the bag and pulled out a handful of dirt-covered, very much alive earthworms before shoving said handful into his mouth. No one around the circle seemed all that disgusted. Like it was a regular Tuesday evening for them. Except for the man with the white face paint who seemed like he was as pale as a ghost underneath.

“I’ll, uh, that’s fine for this week, Boogeyman, but I’ll please ask you to leave your… worms at home next week. We’re not really supposed to have food in this room to keep it peanut-free,” Dr. Shelby explained, holding back the sick feeling knotting his stomach. “But if anyone is thirsty, I’ve got bottles of water and juice boxes on the back table. Feel free to help yourselves.”

Boogeyman nodded and carefully put his worms back into his bag as he sat down. The man with the white face paint immediately raised his hand.

“Yes, your name is…”

“I think I might be in the wrong place.”

Dr. Shelby looked him over. He didn’t look eerily normal like Bray, and he didn’t seem to have brought a bag of worms as a snack. Looked like he fell somewhere in between.

“You seem like you’re in the right place. This is Eldritch Horrors Anonymous; I don’t know where else you’d be tonight.”

The man’s expression changed from nerves to sheepish understanding. “I thought this was Troubled Goths Anonymous. I couldn’t find the flyer and followed Boogeyman in. My mistake.”

Dr. Shelby nodded understandingly. “Right room, wrong day. Troubled Goths Anonymous is Monday nights.”

The man stood to leave with his hands up apologetically. “It was great to meet you all, but I don’t belong here. Best of luck to you… eldritch horrors.”

“Oh, be careful when you come back on Monday. That’s also when they host Troubled Punks Anonymous. Very similar groups, but people seem to have very strong preferences of one over the other.”

The man nodded and left the room as Dr. Shelby turned back to the remaining members. “Some of you came here from those groups, right?”

“Troubled Punks Anonymous kicked me out a few days ago,” Bray sighed, his perpetual smile dropping for a moment. Everyone murmured their sympathy and Alexa patted him on the knee. “It’s alright, though," he continued. "You all seem like a much better fit so far.”

“That’s the point of this group,” Dr. Shelby smiled. “Now who’s next?”

The man in the leather jacket looked towards the man in the mask before shrugging and standing.

“M’name’s Finn. Sometimes the rage o’ battle brings out the Demon King Bálor from within me ‘n with the openin’ o’ his great eye, enemies are laid to waste a’ his feet,” he explained, about as casually as one would talk about what they did over the weekend.

“Glad to have you here, Finn.” It was getting easier to digest the stories of the people around him as he heard more. Maybe he’d even be able to hear the last one without faking the comfort of his smile. “And last, but certainly not least…” He turned towards the masked man expectedly. There was no smile, polite or otherwise. But he also didn’t seem like he was hesitating because he was shy. Just… grumpy.

“You don’t have to introduce yourself if you don’t feel comfortable, but we’re still a small group and as far as I can tell, all very friendly,” Dr. Shelby pushed a little further. The other members nodded in agreement. Even Boogeyman, who had snuck another worm from his bag into his mouth.

“Fine,” he grumbled, standing up. “I’m Kane. I’m the devil’s favorite demon. I grew up in a basement, suffering severe psychological and emotional scarring when my brother set my parents on fire. From there, I shifted around a series of mental institutions until I was grown, at which point I buried my brother alive... twice. Since then, I’ve set a couple of people on fire and abducted various co-workers. Oh, and I once electrocuted a man’s testicles. Years ago, I had a girlfriend named Katie, but let’s just say that didn’t turn out so well. My real father is a man named Paul Bearer who I recently trapped in a meat locker. I’ve been married, divorced, broke up my ex wife’s wedding and attacked the priest and for reasons never quite explained, I have an unhealthy obsession with torturing Pete Rose.”

Okay, maybe they can get weirder.

“Thank you… Kane.” He paused a moment before remembering back to the list that he’d been given a few days before. “That name sounds familiar; I think I was told to expect you, but they said you might be coming with your brother.”

“Probably won’t happen.”

“Why not? Is he not an eldritch horror?”

“He is. He just won’t come. Has better things to do.”

“Like what?”

“He said ‘watching paint dry’.”

“Maybe when you see him again, you can tell him we’re more fun than watching paint dry,” Alexa suggested, bouncing Lilly on her lap.

“That’s right. And that goes for all of you,” Dr. Shelby mentioned. “If anyone knows someone who might need a support group like this, go ahead and invite them. This isn’t Fight Club; it doesn’t have to be secret.”

The group chuckled a little at his attempt at a joke. Even Kane cracked a small smile.

Dr. Shelby relaxed a little in his seat. These people might dress strangely and have bizarre interests, diets and backstories, but deep down, they were just like anyone else. Maybe he could help them after all.

[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Of Ice and Blood

Part 4

Welcome back! Hope you enjoy✨

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: Violence, cursing, shouting, and fighting. No blood mention. Just broken bones and stuff.

2.1k+ words [originally 1.6k but I revised it and added more details!]

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Sensing another one behind me, I went low and struck his leg with mine, using his fall to punch his chin with my right fist this time, being careful to use a controlled amount of force or else the nerve I hit will result to permanent brain injury and can be fatal.

I got up, swift in my actions as I saw the guy with a raised baseball bat heading towards me from my left flank, and the other one from the right, fast.

On reflex, I leaned back, the bat that was aimed at me hitting his comrade on the shoulder instead. Guy's lucky, actually. He would have suffered internal bleeding if it bashed the side of his skull.

Four down, two to go.

I took my stance once again to ready myself. This dude was a foot taller than me, with muscles packed with raw strength, but even so, pale in comparison to Tai'chi's p—

Stop thinking that! Focus!

"Smash her head Dan!" The man behind him yelled.

This 'Dan' went straight to me with his bat raised with intent once more.

Breathe in.

Everything slowed down. I let my heart rate decelerate, my hearing sharpened, my sense of smell heightening even further.

I closed my eyes, letting the rest of my senses take over. Years of practice, days of pain from training, each motion engraved to my entire body with purpose. To defend not only myself, but also those who are looked down upon, discriminated and stepped on like dirt. My parents had always taught me to defend myself. Me. Don't get me wrong, my parents are good people, albeit wary of the other races in our community. But the moment I left the roof of my home, I knew it was time for me to defend someone other than myself. I don't give a damn about where we come from or what kind of blood flows within our veins. I will protect those who need protecting, and set anyone straight and down to the ground when they deserve it.

Breathe out.

At the last few moments, with my eyes still shut, I changed my form. I followed his aura and pictured out the shape that was drawing up to land a serious blow to my head. Dan is solid and heavy, but everyone has at least one weakness. And this guy is not spared from that.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

I opened my right fist, right foot forward and relaxed my arms, my legs serving as a firm foundation for my upper body. With the bat inches away from me, I smoothly dodged to the side, using my palm to push away the hand holding the weapon and punched a vital pressure point right under his bicep.

I bent my legs even lower and struck the center of his ribs with my thumb, closing my hands as I jabbed his sciatic nerve on each side at the same time, both located in the middle line of the thigh between the groin and the knee. A solid blow to those nerve points will cause intense pain and shock to the person, along with a temporary immobility of the feet.

a/n: Self defense 101! Remember that dear readers♥

With the support of my left leg, I went behind the man, standing straight and proud. Calm, I opened my eyes when I heard his fall, staring right into the fearful ones of the moron that started all of this.

"Y-You- You killed them!"

Is he that dumb?

"Correction, I didn't. I knocked them unconscious is all. And the fellow that attacked me first? Well, he passed out from the pain of his now funny-looking arm." I stated flatly as I trudged to where he was standing.

"S-Stay away from me! Monster! Freak!" He stumbled, his ass on the ground and away from me until he felt a tree trunk on his back.

I scoffed and withdrew my knuckle dusters back under my baggy sleeve.

"You wanna know who the real monster is?" I stopped and held him in place with my scrutinizing gaze. He was trembling like a wimp at this point.

"It's you.

"You and your disgusting racist friends.

"You, along with all the people who view and treats anyone other than humankind as lowlifes and pests that are meant to be squished and eradicated from the society.

"No, it's you, and the ones who have the same mentality as you, who are monsters under the guise of a human."

I paused, not even blinking as I bore holes into his skull.

"I am human, down to every inch of my being. But unlike you, I respect and treat everyone, regardless of kind or gender, and to those who deserve it, fair and right."

Before I could continue, I scented new people coming into the scene. It was the teaching staff, along with the uni's guard.

Shocked of what they have seen, they turned towards me, angry, surprised, confused expressions on different faces.

"What have you done?!" A female, human instructor, looking to be around her late 20s shouted.

"Ma'am, if you would just let me explain—"

"You are hereby expelled from this institution, young lady!"

All the color of my skin left me as I heard the words I have dreaded even before I set foot in the campus grounds.

"Now let's not go straight to conclusions. We need to deal with this professionally AND properly Miss Holson. You are also not in authority to suspend this student." A heavily bearded dwarven professor, clad in a brown suit and Oxfords, told her off firmly.

"What are you saying Mr. Dulrik? Look at her! Look at this! She murdered students and oh my God, is that the dean's son?!"

For the love of— she blind? Why does everybody think I killed someone???

"Ma'am they are—" I was about to tell her but got cut off, again!

"Helpmehelpmehelpme!" He scrambled away from me and ran to the group of teachers and hugged the young instructor. "I don't know what came over her! She just attacked us out of nowhere!"

The audacity of this fucking bitch!

"Pardon me? Attacked you? YOU were the one who followed me out here! You and your" —I gestured to the bodies laying flat on the ground— " buddies over there!"

"She is lying! The orc was with her and and and—"

It dawned on me that I almost forgot about Tai'chi. My eyes widened, and I frantically scanned the area around for him. And there he was, standing by the oak tree, right where I told him not to move.

He seemed...irritated?

Oh no. At me?

"I have not moved an inch from where I am standing ever since I planted my feet here." He said with his deep baritone voice, turning to confront the staff. "What she's speaking is the truth. They were the ones who followed her here and attacked her, first."

"And how can we be sure you are telling the truth, orc?" Miss Holson replied spitefully.

Even the teacher, huh? Her odor smells like vomit. I mean, I knew she was...foul, but I thought it was because of the situation. Guess not.

Tai'chi did not respond. Instead, he moved to look at me in the eyes. His gaze, searching, but not in an awful way. Was he asking me what I'll do?

"How about we discuss this in the office, shall we?" An elderly professor spoke. She was wearing the university's formal teaching uniform together with black, flat, closed toe sandals. "And Miss Holson, please quiet down. As Mr. Dulrik said, we should not jump into baseless conclusions."

Miss Holson fumed and shut her mouth, holding the coward in her arms.

"Now then, Miss...?"

"Blackbell."

The woman paused. I caught a smell of surprise and... astonishment?

She cleared her throat "Well, then Miss Blackbell, please follow us to the Dean's office, along with your, companion."

Weird.

"Oh and Mr. Smith, kindly call for assistance and take the unconscious students to the infirmary to be treated and looked unto. Thank you." She told the guard. With that, she and the rest of the faculty started walking back.

I glanced at Tai'chi once more to find him, again, staring. I approached him warily, expecting him to be mad at me.

"Uh. Hi?"

I let out a long exhale when he replied, with a slight tug of his lips, his tusk jutting out. "Hi."

I fidgeted, trying to come up with words to explain myself.

"I uh, uhm. Are you mad?"

With his brow raised, "Why would I be?"

Yeah why would he be?

"I-I never told why I keep wearing my mask." I stuttered, "You see I—"

"You two! Start moving before I force you to." A teacher yelled at us from a distance.

"We'll talk later, Pearl. For now let's get this resolved first. I know for a fact that they won't expel you unless they ignore the ill intentions of the ones who attempted to harm you first. But better be safe than sorry, he was the dean's son afterall."

"Yeah... Thanks. We should.. go." I turned and started walking along his side.

******pov shift for a bit*******

Little did Pearl know, he was thinking about how...nice, yeah that's the word, definitely not sexy, you were when he witnessed your skills in combat. It awakened something in him that it took a lot of control not to get aroused there and then, which was the real reason why he stood there, unmoving from his place. Not once did he leave his eyes from you, almost jumping to help you when the guy with the baseball bat was closer than we would have liked. But oh no, he was not surprised, he was astonished and shookt , amazed when you pulled that last technique, sending the human plummeting to the ground almost soundlessly. And the way you stood right after, he knew he was smitten. That proud and intense aura you gave off was enough to make him bow down at your feet. He could feel it. He could smell it. That was his secret, he can scent people and catch any mood shift they make. Even though he told her that her eyes and brows gave it away, it was not entirely true as he could smell, literally, you and the changes on your scent.

Oh but little did he know you could to. Just not as observant as he is.

:>

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Wow— when I copy pasted the original thing from my notes to my drafts in Tumblr I was like "okay, so. I should read it AGAIN before I post it if I wanna avoid more unnoticed mistakes and keep editing it again and again even though I posted it already! " And I never though it would lead me to adding almost a half thousand words and a pov shift— which i found interesting and really nice! Should I do it more often? Like little inserts of what Tai'chi or another characters thoughts in second pov in between fics if necessary? It's just, nice, to put them in and write all out about what they were thinking outside of Pearl's pov! Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed reading❤

Tags: @kokokatsworld @crackinanutshell

[your-local-lakewood-dragoness]

Y'know how everyone has one of those werewolf AUs, right?

Well, I have decided to do that too! For OK KO! But: what I'm doing with it is, to me, a really neat... unique take on said werewolf AU theme, but it's involves an alien creature that's sorta reminiscent of one but also not. I... don't... know. Just lemme set up the newest AU this way:

The premise of it takes place just moments after KO has merged and awakes to find out he eradicated everyone. (Very akin to the actual scene itself) The P.O.T.U. is there for the wish stuff. Wishing everyone to life remains the same, everyone else living their best life..... except him. After what this KO has pulled, the atrocities he committed, the powers he completely stripped people of, the lives he took. After causing this much damage when he was TKO.... he feels he doesn't deserve to be called a hero after everything. He's not careful with the word choice for his part. So a monster (what he calls himself) like him deserves a wish that would for sure punish him for his crimes. So he makes it, and there's this spirit/ghost of an alien werewolf species, called an Alterwolf. It ambushes him, when KO least expects it, and eventually makes itself at home in his head.

As sad as this sounds, KO in this AU believes he deserves a penalty for this. Cause... the stuff that went on in "Let's Fight to The End."

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The Alterwolf ghost, who goes by the name Lupus, responds to KO by afflicting him with a horrible curse: at every full moon night, he involuntarily becomes the same aforementioned werewolf-like alien creature, with very little self-control, but KO is aware of what the spirit forces him to do, but doesn't bother to intervene. He runs rampant at these nights, terrorizing the people he faced at the tournament itself.

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As few years go by, and he becomes a little older, (present day in the year this AU takes place; he's a teenager by then) he reluctantly tries to speak with the possessor and build a decent relationship with him, but one additional transformation trigger surfaces during this period: The second trigger would have no full moon involved, and for this- changes when he is caught in a situation that really threatens/endangers him. This occurs in reaction to said danger-- a boost in adrenaline.

Designs/about the characters:

This is him when he was alive ^^^^^^^^^^

And this him now... ^^^^^^^^^^

And Lupus is the ghost of a 600+ year old Alterwolf that might have some issues coming to terms with his destructive/potentially murderous tendencies.

This extraterrestrial mangy mutt is known to be these from his personality: Vindictive, sarcastic, fairly sadistic (if pushed far enough), fondness for making dark jokes/commentary, thirsty for moonlight, monstrous habits, lashing out at people he considers annoyances, believes killing/murder isn't much to make a fuss about, violent and sometimes-- when he doesn't admit it openly-- on occasion... protective.

From what you can guess, KO absolutely hates those full moon nights where he's forced by him to change this way. And yes.....

He's as hairy as you imagine him to be in that form. So here:

This was him at the emotionally fragile, ripe age of 6 - 11. (And just a mere three inches taller when he looks this way.)

Doesn't really make it better he's been stuck with this curse for a couple years now.

Yes. You read right. No need to get your eyes checked. It's been that long.

This is him-- now.

To lighten the overwhelming Alterwolf symptoms, KO wears patches Dendy was more than welcome to make to him, (he started using them 2 weeks after reaching his teen years officially) stating what it says in his design picture.

But only is he allowed to wear them and keep it on the week preceding AND during the week of that full moon night. (But that doesn't mean it's effective in any way if he feels that adrenaline rush.)

When that week does approach closer however, he gets this circular light that would progressively glow brighter on his chest--

--until that night comes, and it fully emerges as an orb embedded on it.

Then it looks like this:

Now these days he has a more stronger, and maybe a tad more taller appearance whenever exposed to both things.

Look at that... And take a peak at how big he gets. I mean, wow.

_-_-_-_

I think that's it for the important stuff. So here's some fun facts you should probably know! In the next post because a single one per post only allows 10 apparently. 😑

Here: https://your-local-lakewood-dragoness.tumblr.com/post/663901461854535680/alright-time-for-alterwolf-imprisonmentcurse-au

[donutloverxo]

What makes you beautiful

please do not steal or repost my work. reblogs are more than welcome💕

Summary- You think Steves out of your league, he shows you he absolutely isn’t.

warnings- mentions of sex, suggestive themes, insecure reader

Masterlist

You looked at the peanut butter which was on the top shelf and huffed. Whoever made these shelves had no consideration for those vertically challenged. You tried to reach it by standing on your tippy toes but to no avail. Who needs peanut butter anyway.

Then you felt a palm on your waist and a familiar figure towering over, you reaching for the pb and grabbing it. The hand gave your waist a squeeze. "Here" He said and smiled. His blue eyes twinkling. You'd be annoyed by his smug expression if you didn't find him so cute.

"Thanks" You mumbled and started spreading the peanut butter on your bread.

"You're welcome doll" He says and kisses you behind your ear.

Being shorter than most people was already a challenge even moreso when you have to attend a fancy gala. You stared at the red silletos in front of you. It was something you bought on a whim. They had a heel of 6 inch and made you appear much taller. It also helped that they shaped your ass and calves in a way that had people turning their heads.

You sighed frustrated. It was fun to attend these parties and galas, dance with steve, eat fancy food and have fun with your friends. But then was hours of obsessing over whether you looked good enough or not worth it? Were the red sexy stilleto heels worth the back pain you'd endure?

Are you worthy of wearing something as sexy and expensive?

No, you weren't going to let those intrusive thoughts take over your mind and ruin your night.

You put on some extremely tight spanx so the dress Nat had gifted you for your birthday would actually look good on you. Then you spent over an hour doing and then redoing your makeup.

Steve's jaw almost dropped to the ground when he saw you. In your sexy tight dress and heels, you looked like a different person.

"Wow", he breathed staring at you. Maybe peeking some glances at the curve of your breasts, he was a gentleman but he wasn't perfect. "You look amazing" he finally said.

"Thank you", you smiled at him. You did feel somewhat confident but your back had already start to hurt. It was going to be a long evening.

The party was in full swing. You were chatting and catching up with Nat and Wanda. Last you saw Steve he was at the bar with Bucky. You looked around hoping to find him. You would've loved to dance with him but you were already bouncing from one foot to another.

"Hey are you okay", you looked at Wanda staring at you worried.

"Oh I'm fined. Just these shoes hurt...", you stared at the flute of champagne in your hand embarrassed.

Nat or Wanda could never relate to your struggles. They were perfect both inside and out. They didn't need hours of efforts to look good. The few scars they did have were from fights and battles. People they fought to protect this world. They were warrior queens.

You were proud of both of them. But you couldn't help feel a tinge of envy.

You went back to looking for Steve. Maybe you could get away with leaning on him for the rest of the night.

You saw him. Surrounded by women who would most likely be models. You recognised two of them from few magazines you might've seen. Your blood began boiling when you saw one of them touch Steve's bicep. He was as red as a tomato looking desperately for a way out.

Your anger quickly turned to sadness. If Steve was with a woman like that he'd be happier. You knew what people thought of your relationship. They called you 'healthy', 'curvy' and 'plain'. You even read an article about how Steve must still have low self-esteem from his skinny days to be with someone like you. That you were way out of his league.

You tried not to let them get to you but more often than not they did.

You tried to power through your best for the rest of the night. On the verge of crying. Steve slipped past the women he was talking to joined you and the girls. He probably knew something was bothering you because you both left quite early.

You were standing in your front of your bathroom mirror removing your makeup. After you were done, you removed you dress and spanx to finally put on some comfy pajamas.

You made the mistake of peeking in the mirror. You caught a glimpse of the stretch marks and blemishes on your body and then couldn't help but stare. Tears flowed from your eyes of their own accord.

Steve decided to join you in the bathroom to brush his teeth, maybe catch a glimpse of you taking off your clothes, what he didn't expect to see was you sniffling.

He called out your name and you looked at him, feebly trying to cover your chest with your spanx.

"What's wrong?", he asked. He wanted to pull you into his arms, stroke your hair but he decided it was best to give you some space.

"I'm... ugly", you spout not really knowing what else to say.

"Who told you that?", his demeanor changed instantly. He clenched his jaw and puffed his chest out, he'd have to give that person a piece of his mind.

"No one needs to. I know I am... look at me. I'm just so... you deserve better, you deserve someone perfect."

"But honey, you are perfect", he couldn't help it anymore he closed in on you and held your face in his hands "You're everything I've ever needed and more"

"But...but", you felt upset and overwhelmed, like you couldn't articulate your thoughts properly "I have so many stretch marks and rolls..." You stared at the ground, were you really trying to persuade your boyfriend to leave you for someone better?

"That's you. Those marks make you you. It's like how you paint strokes on a blank canvas", you smiled a bit at his analogy. He was an artist and had always considered you his muse. "Besides you know your stretch marks always make me hard"

"You're just saying that", you said shaking your head.

He took your hand and put it on his crotch. You gasped and stared at him wide eyed. He was indeed quiet hard.

"See, I'd never lie to you sweetheart", he dipped down to kiss you.

That night he showed you more than once how much he loves you and adores you. Perfect or not.

[james-effing-potter]

Thank you all so much for sending me your James headcanons, it was so fun to read them!  Of course, if anybody has any more, I’d be happy to add them to this post as they come, but for right now, here’s the compiled list of what everybody sent me:

1- mother hen 

2- James being the best friend to Remus and them having an incredible friendship

3- bisexual

4- #1 husband and dad

5- himbo

6- poc

7- he loves his parents too much

8- adhd

9- *throws water bottles at friends* I love and appreciate you!

10- the asshole that pulls the blankets off you

11- morning person

12- he’s messy af

13- always one inch taller than Sirius

14- interested in muggle culture

15- that he was a crackhead 87% of the time

16- he and Sirius were actually related (their stupid incesty ancestors)

17- he breaks his glasses all the time (kinda like Harry)

18- In the afterlife, he’s kinda mad at the dumb shit Harry names his kids

19- he could never sit still

20- when he first shifts into Prongs, he’s off balance cuz he’s not used to having antlers

21- he’s just really clumsy (which is often why they get caught for their pranks)

22- he would always try to touch Sirius’s hair (never ended well)

23- he was always kinda jealous of Remus and Lily’s friendship

24- really smart

25- was so uneducated in muggle culture and had to desperately try to keep up with all the references Lily makes to muggle music and movies

26- was so into everything his friends did and tried to indulge in their interests

27- walked around shirtless in the dorm 80% of the time

28- was always the first to fall asleep at a sleepover

29- bought his friends little gifts all the time

30- cuddled with all of his friends

31- a big hugger, also puts his arm around people when he’s walking next to them

32- his favorite season is winter because he loves Christmas

33- pretends not to be afraid but actually hates horror movies

34- he’s actually really good at yoga for some reason

35- an amazing human being who deserves all the love <3 <3

And for your viewing pleasure, a few of my own that haven’t already been mentioned:

1- he’s got anxiety

2- he can play the guitar

3- he’s a very tactile person, he just understands things best by being able to touch them and experience them for himself

4- for this reason, he also finds touch very comforting.  Like, when he’s upset, he just wants to curl up on the couch in the common room with Sirius, not talking, just being together

5- he’s definitely quidditch captain

6- he and the other marauders call McGonagall “McGee” (no, I will not be taking complaints at this time)

7- once he and Lily are dating, he totally uses his invisibility cloak to sneak up on her and kiss her

8- he totally neglected some of his responsibilities as head boy, let’s be real.  “Should I get Sirius in trouble?  Yes.  Will I?  No.”

9- Loves fizzing whizbees. And I mean LOVES them

10- When Star Wars comes out, Lily takes all of the marauders to see it, and James is OBSESSED with the force.  Like, he’d use wingardium leviosa on everything in sight and he’d hold out his hand and pretend it was the force. (also, he and Sirius totally had lightsaber fights with sticks)

[procrastinatorimagines]

I Want Us Part 2

Fandom: SVU / Chicago PD

Series: I Want Us

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 (Final)

Pairing: Carisi x Reader

Warning/s: mentions of kidnapping

Word Count: 1,513

Summary:  When a child abduction case crosses state lines in New York, Intelligence flies out to meet the Special Victims Unit and track down the missing boy. With the clock ticking, both units decide to mix up partners in order to combine their knowledge of the case with knowledge of New York City, pairing Intelligence’s newest member Y/N with Detective Carisi. Soon these new partners find themselves staking out a potential location for their suspect, getting to know each other to pass the time.

Tags: @inlovewith3​ //

“Chicago or New York, a stakeout is stakeout,” you yawned, checking your watch through tired eyes. It was coming up to 2 am and while you wanted nothing more than to be asleep, all your intel pointed to O’Connell conducting his business after midnight.

Carisi couldn’t agree more, sat next to you in the drivers seat as you watched bar O’Connell reportedly owned. The place was dark, scaffolding to one side of newspaper covered doors. Apparently, apparently this old run down building was his newest investment, and you’d thought it was a good a place as any to conduct private business, especially the kind involving a missing child that an entire city was out looking for. 

Voight and Benson had agreed, you and Carisi had found yourselves parked just down the road, undercover car largely obscured by a hedge and fence. Hours combing through files at his desk had cumulated into this, swapping intel between both units as you all tried to figure out and navigate your new temporary partnerships.

“What is this guy, a vampire or something?” Carisi half joked, half complained. You were both wearing your vests, but had since ditched your police jackets, the heat making both of you more tired that you’d like. The night had brought little relief from the Summer sun that had been beating down all day, the leaves on the hedge barely conveying any signs of a breeze. 

“Maybe I was wrong about this,” you admitted after a moment, watching yet another car that wasn’t O’Connell drive down the street and into the distance. None had stopped outside the bar, no one had even walked close to it except an elderly couple on the other side of the street.

Carisi glanced your way for a long moment, watching as you worried your lip as you thought about Logan. You didn’t know what was going through his mind, but he’d been torn away from his entire life by a man he barely knew, and you didn’t want to think about what would happen if you didn’t get him back tonight.

“You trust your gut?” Carisi asked, the question giving you pause. Gut instinct had always been something Voight valued in his Intelligence Unit, you had to trust yourself and those around you if you were going to make it through the day, and catch the bad guy. 

“I do,” you told him with conviction. With limited information and limited time, you could afford the luxury of spending days checking out each of O’Connell’s potential locations, it was now or never, and every fiber of your being was telling you that this was the place.

“Well okay,” Carisi replied, “then we stay put. The rest of our units are checking out other possible spots he might show tonight, we’ll get him.” He gave you a reassuring smile and reached into the bag by his feat, pulling out a tupperware box.

You had to ask. “How can you be so confident? I mean the Special Victims Unit, you guys do this kind of thing all the time, I’m not sure I could remain as optimistic as you.” He chuckled at that, offering you what looked like home made cannoli from the box as he thought over your question. You thanked him, devouring the sweet treat a little too eagerly, it tasted great and you hadn’t eaten in hours.

“I have faith, without it I don’t know if I’d have been able to do it for as long as I have,” he answered honestly, “what we do makes a difference, protecting those who need it the most and making the world a little safer, you just need to think about the ones you’ve saved, not the ones you haven’t.”

“But these cases... I mean we deal with the worst people, but you deal with the worst of the worst,” you continued. All the cases in Intelligence that stuck with you were like the cases SVU dealt with all the time, but despite the years he’d spent doing these cases, Carisi still had such a light and hope about him.

Antonio was your partner, and friend, you’d take a bullet for him in a heartbeat, but you’d seen what years on the job had done to him. The divorce, the drugs... it weighed on him, you could see it in his eyes. It had obviously occurred to you that Intelligence wasn’t your average unit by any means, but this different perspective was more refreshing that you expected.

“We also catch the worst of the worst, most of the time,” Carisi countered and you grinned. You hadn’t really thought about it like that, helping yourself to some more food. He regarded you for a second before adding: “you haven’t been a detective long have you?”

You shrugged, “couple of years, moved out of uniform as quickly as I could though, barely got the promotion before Voight offered me a spot in his unit.” You thought back to those early days, how excited you’d been to be offered the job, everyone knew about Intelligence and its reputation, you’d jumped at the chance to be a part of the unit and hadn’t looked back since. 

“Give it some time, you’ll find the right mentality you need to process these kinds of cases,” Carisi assured you, eyes flicking back to the deserted, half lit street. You could tell he was just as worried and determined as you were to save Logan, but he also had a calm about him right then that you really wished you could master.

“These are amazing by the way,” you told him, cannoli in hand as you tried to steer the conversation away from the serious edge it had acquired, “did you make them?” 

He smiled, eyes lighting up a little. “Yeah I did, family recipe. I like to make them on long stakeouts, keeps the blood sugar high and the spirits up.”

“Well I am going to have to cozy up to your family then if you all cook like this,” you laughed, thinking about your own family, and then thinking about Logan’s as the laughter died.

“So what about you, you cook?” Carisi asked and you pulled yourself out of your worried thoughts.

“Me? Nah, not so much. I mean, I used to, but I never seem to find the time anymore,” you admitted. Working in Intelligence was pretty demanding, worth it, but still, there was only so much take out a person should eat, and you’d definitely surpassed that limit getting back from work after all those late nights. 

“Order some of your pie pizzas instead?” He teased and you feigned dramatic insult.

“Oh really? You had to go there?” You laughed, “keep your paper pizzas alright, Chicago knows what it’s doing.” Carisi shook his head and you knew it was an argument neither of you would concede, but you’d found yourself getting pretty comfortable in the car. 

“Forgive me if I don’t take the word of someone who only once got a connecting flight through here, have you ever actually had proper New York pizza? Because I’ve had Chicago’s attempt,” he pointed out, causing you to pause with your mouth half open, knowing that you didn’t have anyway to dispute that.

“I- shut up,” you replied like a middle schooler and soon you were both laughing. Carisi was easy to talk to, not just with his clarity about the job, but his welcoming personality too. 

“You should try it before you go back to Chicago, after we wrap this case,” he suggested and you offered a little shrug to say you’d think about it just as another car was driving down the road. 

You were instantly alert as you noticed the car beginning to slow, both you and Carisi switching gears into police mode as the car pulled up outside of the bar. Gotcha.

You waited with bated breath, one hand resting on the handle of your door while the other inched towards your thigh holster. Carisi radioed in a potential sighting, both ready to go at a moments notice as three figures emerged from the car. Two taller, male, the other quite clearly a child. 

While the dimly lit street prevented you both from making a clear ID, the plates on the car matched the ones seen leaving JFK. You and Carisi nodded to each other, this was it. Carisi confirmed the sighting and you were ordered to hold your position unless absolutely necessary, with Voight placing pointed emphasis on your name as he relayed the instructions.

You clenched your jaw, hating waiting as they all went to the entrance of the bar, knocking before being let it. There were other people inside, maybe O’Connell himself. Part of you wanted to go in right now, finish it, but you didn’t know how many people were inside, or how armed they were. Waiting for back up was the only option for now, so you reluctantly sat tight.

“We’ll get him,” Carisi insisted, noticing your tension, just as ready to spring into action as you were.