#I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS BUT IT WAS STILL IN MY DRAFTS OH NO

[jifloulette]

reo brainrot is plaguing my mind so here's some short bf hcs !!!!!

note ; oh my god this was rotting in my drafts since NOVEMBER. finally got the energy to finish the last one my gosh..

bf reo mikage whose mood completely depends on yours !

his classmates find it silly how you could be sitting on your chair feeling down because of a low test score you got and reo would be there beside you, seemingly sad too, but because of what?? he got an A+ on the same test after all..? his family finds it relieving to see reo smiling beamingly whenever you're smiling, you wouldn't even be smiling directly at him yet he'd still look gleeful! his teammates find it weird how reo could be mad at them, yelling and yelling, shouting and shouting, reminding them to play properly and get their act together and then you come in unannounced with a box of cookies and that same smile reo adores, suddenly his eyes light up and he's squealing when you come closer to him as if he just didn't swear the living shit out of his teammates. if reo could do cartwheels and frontflips, he would've done those on the way to you because he is just so madly in love with youuuuu!!!!

bf reo mikage who absolutely loves hearing go on and on and on about your day !

he especially loves it more when you're spilling tea about people from your class. i mean yeah he knows it's bad but he can't help it? the way you're so focused on telling him an almost 3 minute gossip about this one girl in your history class is all he needs to just lay there on bed with you as he caresses your hair. those moments seldom happen, it usually has you having him lay on your chest while you talk about the funny incident at math class where your teacher forgot about the quiz that was supposed to be taken today and how you got 2 drinks from the vending machine instead of one because you had stumbled over air and hit the machine harshly which caused another drink to fall down. oh and he sees your eyes glimmer up and how you almost always run out of breath because you just have so much to tell him! even if he's always clinging to you either by interlocking arms or grabbing your waist, you'll always have some stories to ramble that even he doesn't know off!

bf reo mikage who impulsively buys anything he sees in stores that remind you of him !

it's a bad habit of his but is it really that bad when he gets to feel you embrace him when he shows you the new matching keychains he bought the two of you? though you tend to scold him for spoiling you rotten, nothing will ever stop him from buying you gifts and trinkets because that's his love language! passing by popmart and sees the mofusand hippers? automatically buys FIVE because he thought they looked like you whenever you were zoning out which is a telltale sign that you badly needed reo to give you a piggyback ride home, not that he minded it though. he's scrolling through facebook and an ad for a jacket pops up? he's already buying two versions, one for you and one for him so that you guys can match! reo def gets offended when you ask him how much they cost and that you'll pay him back because he is your BOYFRIENDDD, he will buy those gifts with NO intention of getting something back.

bf reo mikage who lets you do all sorts of hairstyles on him !

he will also proudly show it off when you guys are at school too, he could care less about what other people think because why would he? his s/o did that hairstyle for him so why should he be ashamed? you would see a cute hairstyle post whilst scrolling through Tiktok and wanted to try it out, but before doing it on you, what better way to see if it was cute by trying it out on your boyfriend? reo wouldn't even try to say no because he wouldn't mind it at all, plus it was a good way to spend time with you. you would let him hold your phone as you try to follow the steps in the video as quickly yet properly as you can. after a few mistakes and redos, you had finished the look and dare you say, it may fit him better than you.. reo looked really good even though the hairstyle was a bit on the feminine side. he'd keep it on for the entire day, not caring or doing anything when the teachers tell him to take it off (rich boy privileges LMAO) oh and later on, you'd also put pins and hairclips on him too! the ones that matched his hair and eyes! this would also be a frequent sleepover activity the two of you do, reo would set up a space in his room dedicated to THIS specific thing!!!

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[mommyslittlebird]

I found this in my drafts and I don't think I ever posted it, so here's some Professor Wanda thought for you all this evening:

“It’s 11:50, sweet girl. You need to go or you’ll miss class.”

You whined from your position under Wanda’s desk, reluctantly removing your lips from the silicone toy you were pleasuring. You knew better than to start pouting or whining about how desperately she wanted to stay in her office. Wanda was likely to put you out for that whether you went to class or not. 

You instead opted for a proposition. “If I promise to sit nice and pretty on your cock while I call you ‘mommy’ and ‘professor’, will you consider letting me stay?” You crawled up Wanda’s legs, carefully avoiding knocking your head on the desk. You straddled her thighs, resting on the woman’s knees so you could look her in the eyes. The toy still stood tall, peaking out the unbuttoned trousers Wanda had come to work in. 

Wanda’s face remained stoic and unmoved, but you noticed the unmistakable way her pupils grew in arousal. You decided to push your luck a little further, bending forward to rest her head on her shoulder. “I promise I’ll be good.”

Wanda moved her back so she could look in her eyes again. “Dr. Potts is going to be terribly upset with me if you keep missing her business class,” she said seriously. 

“It’s not Dr. Potts. Her class was full so I had to take it with Stark,” you said. 

“Oh.” Wanda’s voice had a hint of disgust. “In that case you may continue. I’ll write you an excused absence.”

You leaned forward again, moving to kiss the olive skin that peaked above Wanda’s collared blouse, but she caught your shoulder. She pointed back to the spot under her desk. “Down.”

“Yes, mommy” you responded, gracefully slipping back on to her knees under the desk. You kissed the tip of the toy before sliding it into your mouth once again. Wanda paid you little mind, leaning back over her desk to continue writing her emails. 

A few moments later, Wanda thrust her hips forward unexpectedly, sending you backward, gagging from the sudden motion. You jerked back so hard you hit your head on the desk. 

“Oh?” Wanda looked down at you with a teasing smirk. “Still don’t know how to take a proper woman’s cock, do we?” Wanda was clearly toying with you. The sudden jerk had done exactly what she’d intended it to do. 

You crawled toward her on your knees, resting your head against the inside of the woman’s thigh. You knew Wanda’s games well and you were all too willing to play along. You looked up at Wanda, feigning your best expression of innocence. “I suppose you’ll have to teach me, professor.”

“It appears I have little choice,” she teased, guiding you back into position. “Just open your mouth nice and wide for me and I’ll hold your hair.” She buried her hand in your hair, pulling you back to her cock. She started to bob your head, forcing you to take a little more length with each movement. “There you go, sweet girl, breathe through your nose. You’re doing wonderfully. Keep going just like that. I’m going to start moving my hips now, okay?”

You nodded enthusiastically. With that, Wanda started to thrust. She kept her hand in your hair, holding you firmly in place. Spit covered the shaft of the toy as your mouth fell open further. You gagged and sputtered as the tip of the toy passed through the back of your throat. Wanda pressed your head firmly against her groin, nose buried in the small patch of hair that was visible over the strap. “That’s it, little love. Oh, you’re doing so well.” 

You could tell by the lack of a faint glow that the strap was not currently enchanted, though you knew from prior experience that it could be. Still, you wondered if you could make Wanda cum from this alone. The woman above you appeared to be in ecstasy, and by the staggered way her hips were starting to move, she appeared to be nearing the edge. Perhaps between watching you take her down to hilt, eyes still gleaming sweetly into hers, and the sounds of your gagging, she truly had gotten that aroused. 

She let go of your hair, nearly as breathless as you were. You continued lazily bobbing your head along the tip of the toy. Wanda reached down to caress your bulging cheek, prodding the bulge of the toy with her thumb. “You are perfect, darling. I’m so proud of you.”

You blushed, finally pulling away to hide your face in Wanda’s thigh. She ran her fingers soothingly through your hair. She rolled her chair back slightly, tapping her lap in silent permission for you to sit on it. You obeyed, straddling her lap again. You tucked your legs in the space between the seat of the chair and the backrest, pressing your entire body against Wanda’s torso. You wrapped yourself around her like a koala bear, resting your head against her shoulder. You whined, grinding up against the toy that still stood between Wanda’s legs. “Please?” You pulled back to look her in the face. 

“Aww,” Wanda cooed and pouted inauthentically. Her hands gently rubbed circles at the small of your back. She rubbed your thigh with her other hand, slowly easing up your shirt. “I’ve just got a little bit more work to do and then I’m all yours. Do you think you can be a good girl and keep my cock nice and warm for me while I finish up?”

You bit your lip and nodded. “Yes mommy.” You had made a promise, after all. Your legs trembled as you pushed your panties to the side, slowly lowering yourself onto the toy. “Mommy…” you breathed. While taking the toy all the way wasn’t any sort of extreme feat, the decent size was going to prove to be rather difficult to handle for any more than 5 minutes. 

Wanda adjusted your position into one that kept your feet off the ground, leaving you helpless to do anything but keep your full body weight on her lap. When you whimpered she gently shushed you, stroking the back of your hair. “Shh. That’s a good girl. Now keep still while I finish up my work.” She guided your head so it was buried in her neck. “And no peeking. This isn’t stuff little girls should be looking at.”

Wanda kept her eyes and hands on her computer, focused on the work at hand. To your credit, you were impressively still for the first 10 minutes. But as the ache inside of you grew, you grew more restless, groaning and shifting around in Wanda’s lap. “Mommy?” You finally whined. 

“Yes, darling?” Wanda responded nonchalantly. 

“It hurts…” you complained, unsuccessfully shifting around to try and relieve the pressure in her stomach. 

“I’m almost done, my little love,” she said, pulling you out of her neck to face her. “Do you think you could hold it for just a little longer? I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

You bit her lip. You couldn’t help the determination that flared up inside of you at the promise. If Wanda said it’d be a good time, you believed her. And you’d been so desperate for the woman all day. You nodded hesitantly, burying your face back into her neck. 

By the time you heard the laptop closed, you were already quietly crying into the woman’s neck. Wanda had noticed you’d started crying 5 minutes ago when she felt a wetness grow across the collar of her shirt, but she paid it no mind. You would tell if you needed to stop, but until you did, she had no intention of stopping. 

When your teary eyes met her own, she cooed with false surprise. “Aww baby, where does it hurt?” Your bottom lip quivered as you pointed to your lower stomach. Wanda sadistically pressed down on your belly, causing you to shudder and gasp. “You’ve done so good warming my cock up for me. Surely you deserve a reward?” You nodded. Wanda leaned forward and whispered into your ear. “Winner’s pick.”

You gulped, pupils blown so wide there was nearly no color left. Wanda helped you up off the strap and up onto the now empty desk. “Anything I want?” You asked.

Wanda nodded before adding. “Within reason, of course.” 

You thought for a moment before landing on what you wanted. You didn’t typically like to be the one making the decisions, that’s why you and Wanda worked so well together. But when it was framed as a reward for your good behavior, you were shameless in requesting “I want your tongue first, but then I want to be over the desk. Make me yours. Please.”

Before you even finished the last word, one of your legs was already over Wanda’s shoulder, skirt hiked up to avoid it getting in the way. She wasted no time devouring your aching clit, causing your eyes to roll back as your hands searched for something to brace herself on. You settled for one hand on the back of the desk while the other found Wanda’s brown hair. Months of office fucking had made you a master of being quiet, but you so wished to scream Wanda’s name so loud every student and staff member in the building would know what was happening. You settled instead for whispered “mommy”s and “Wanda”s and the occasional “professor”. Your heels dug into the nice tailor blazer your professor had worn to work that morning. You came in record time, with less than 5 minutes before Wanda’s talented tongue was moving to clean you up. Before pulling away, Wanda left an array of deep bites on your inner thighs, the instructions “make me yours” not going ignored. 

Wanda wiped her mouth on a handkerchief from her chest pocket. She looked down at the white cloth, making sure she wasn’t smearing her lipstick across her face. She turned her head upward, coming face to face with desperate eyes that still sat on the desk above her. “Please…” you whispered, still aching for more. There was a moment of stillness and silence as the handkerchief fell from her thin fingers. You were pinned face down against the desk before the white cloth even hit the floor.

[lexirosewrites]

Ficlet idea, designer Eddie and model Steve

OH NO OMFG this prompt was from a year and a half ago (September 2023) because i apparently wrote this whole thing and then accidentally lost it in my drafts😭😭😭 might as well post it now!

A New Muse

Eddie can’t say how he went from the Indiana trailer park to having his own collection at New York Fashion Week without explaining that things like that don’t usually happen to people like him.

Maybe it was the luck of being born an alpha. Or maybe it was just stupid fate.

Who knows? Certainly not him.

And although he’s been used to the lifestyle of excess and glamor for a while now, sometimes the world he lives in now still manages to amaze him.

All it took was a lucky break and his work being seen by the right people. Then he’d been whisked away to riches and fame, his name becoming known by every young adult in a matter of months.

Suffice to say that by this point, Eddie wasn’t overly surprised when he was asked to do a feature piece in a big time magazine. The editor had specifically requested for him to design a few grunge menswear outfits to be modeled alongside the article about his rise to success.

Eddie spent weeks grueling over his designs, making sure all his pieces were representative of the kind of work he does, but it was a struggle to create something that he was proud of and that would explain his vision of fashion.

The interview itself was simple enough, just a handful of questions by someone who already knew far too much about his life. They skirted around his less than pretty past and played up the rags to riches aspect that everyone loved to oversell when it comes to alphas.

And then came the photoshoot.

Eddie had been given measurements of an up-and-coming model who would be showcasing all of the designs. Supposedly, the guy was fine modeling both masculine and feminine clothing, so Eddie was able to keep his sizing consistent across the board.

The only mistake was that he was never given a photo of the model. Or told that he was an omega.

He had no clue that the model would be the most stunning man he’s ever seen.

“Hi, I’m Stevie,” the angle introduced himself with a dimpled smile and wide eyes. His scent dripping with sugary sweetness. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Eddie almost forgets to shake his hand, too enamored with the beautiful omega being presented to him on a platter. He recovers enough to slip his hand into the waiting one.

“I’m an alpha.”

That’s definitely not what he meant to say.

Steve chuckles, a soft charming little thing.

“Good to know. Do you have a name, alpha?”

Eddie’s tongue feels too big for his mouth. He might be drooling. He’s definitely lightheaded.

The omega called him alpha. He could be his alpha.

“Um, I’m so sorry! Eddie! It’s Eddie!” he spits out in a rush, attempting to recover from his temporary lapse in sanity.

Another angelic noise of amusement.

“You’re sweet, Eddie,” Steve tells him, sounding slightly forlorn about it. “But I can’t date a coworker.”

Eddie can practically feel his ears pin back against his head in disappointment like a kicked puppy.

“Oh. Right, yeah, no that makes sense. Smart idea. Gotta be careful when you’re a professional.” His voice is thin and unconvincing.

Being rejected by a perfect angel hurts more than he thought it would.

Steve’s perfectly plump lips turn upward slowly.

“But if you find me after the shoot when we’re not coworkers anymore, you can buy me coffee. That is… if you let go of my hand so I can do my job first.”

Jesus Christ.

Eddie had never let go of his hand.

He loosens his grip long enough for Steve to make it through the shoot and then he vows to never let go again.

They’re mated a year later, right before Steve changes his modeling demographic to maternity photoshoots instead.

And Eddie finds his lifelong muse.

[otomiyaa]

Coming Home

BoKuroTsuki

A/N: This one has been sitting in my drafts for a while. I don't like this fic much but between the options of hitting delete or simply posting, I chose to shrug and yolo-post. You can clearly see I meant it to be a smut fic at first and then got lazy onwards HAHA. Own interpretation do your thing.

Summary: Bokuto comes home and finds a nice surprise to play with.

Warnings: Light bondage, polyship, tickleees, suggestive

Word Count: 1.6K

As quiet as possible.

Bokuto held his breath in excitement when he turned the key and opened the front door. The familiar scent immediately filled his chest with warmth. He was home. He was home early.

Having caught an earlier flight than originally planned after playing several games abroad with the national team, he was more than thrilled to be home again.

He immediately noted the absence of Akaashi's favorite shoes and the sound of Kuroo's muffled talking voice from the study. On the phone as he often was, even on a Friday night. Kuroo Tetsurou, the hardworking business man, who would've thought.

"How about tomorrow?" he heard Kuroo ask. Bokuto couldn't help but feel a little disappointed to hear Kuroo was making work plans on a weekend, but that was alright. He hadn't counted on his early return anyway. Heh. None of them did.

Bokuto sighed and with light steps walked into their shared apartment. He entered the bedroom, put down his luggage and... He blinked.

"HUUUUH?!" he yelled, together with his boyfriend Tsukki! Yelling in surprise, Tsukishima lay on their enormous bed, arms and legs tied with loose bondage. He was only wearing his underwear. Oh.... Oh god.

"Kei! What- what are you doing!" Bokuto shrieked.

Blushing, Tsukishima struggled against the bondage. He could still move slightly but didn't seem able to free himself.

"Y-you're home already? What about Spain?" Tsukishima asked. Bokuto grinned and spread his arms.

"The Spain game was canceled. Long story, but that's for later. Why are you tied up?"

Bokuto sat next to him and gave him a kiss. Tsukishima squirmed nervously.

"That idiot - Tetsu. I... We.." He struggled with his words.

"What about 'kaashi? Where's he?" Bokuto asked excitedly, letting his eyes scan Tsukishima's bound body in the meantime. Man, what a lovely thing to come home to.

"Eghh, Keiji ran into Kenma and Hinata on his way home from work. They kind of kidnapped him, he texted he'll probably be home late."

"And let me guess, having you all to himself, Tetsu was about to play around with you BUT was shitty enough to answer his phone for work? So mean to leave you here all alone~" Bokuto said, and he lightly tickled Tsukishima's side.

"K-kinda! Could you u-untie mehe?" Tsukishima giggled nervously.

"But why? What were you playing? You were just getting started right? I can take Tetsu's place."

"Noho- not youhou," Tsukishima whined. Bokuto gasped.

"Not me? I'm offended. Was Tetsu going to have his way with you? Play with you? Hmm... or tickle you? Like this, maybe?" Bokuto's light tickles were less light when he added his other hand and wiggled his fingers down Tsukishima's torso.

The blond let out the cutest yelp and he arched his back. "Nonono waha-wahahait! Not- not tiihickling!"

"Did you set a safeword? Any other rules? I promise I can play too," Bokuto said excitedly, now playing fully with his lovely ticklish partner. He was happy they were having fun while he was gone, but even happier that he caught them in the act and was right on time to join in.

"Kouhoutaraha- no tihickling hehehe!" Tsukishima repeated through hysterical giggles. No tickling? How could anyone tie Tsukki up without the thought of tickling him?

"What - Kou! You're home!"

Bokuto turned around when he heard Kuroo's excited voice. He had been so caught up in Tsukki's delicious laughter that he didn't even hear him come in.

"Tetsu! I'm home!" They hugged each other dramatically and planted wet kisses on each other's lips and cheeks.

"Wanted to surprise y'all with my early return. But turns out you're the one surprising me. A free Kei to tickle, how's that?" Bokuto said, pointing at Tsukishima who was still smiling and blushing adorably.

"Oh haha! So that's what I was hearing. Sorry Kei, for leaving you like that," Kuroo apologized.

"What were you up to anyway?" Bokuto wondered. Kuroo blushed and scratched his cheek.

"Well, since we were home alone, eh.. Tsukki and I decided to have some fun. I was going to, well, you know." Kuroo wiggled his eyebrows.

Bokuto crossed his arms. "No tickling?" he asked. Sure, bondage was hot, but he couldn't imagine it without the T.

"Well, some tickling of course. But mostly other things. Right, Kei?"

Tsukishima blushed and avoided their eyes without responding. Pfft that was so cute, and hot actually.

"Oh. Well, if you were going to have some bondage-fun, I'd love to join if I'm invited," Bokuto said.

"Of course you're invited Koutarou ー wait don't!" Kuroo warned, but Bokuto jumped with excitement on top of the bed and started to wiggle his fingers up and down Tsukishima's outstretched sides. He loved to see those pretty eyes widen and that sweet red color appear instantly on Tsukki's cheeks before his adorable voice was heard.

"Nooohoho dohohon't!" he whined. Bokuto laughed and playfully danced his fingers all over the sensitive spots.

Kuroo didn't exactly stop him. He stood on the side and chuckled to see him have so much fun.

"You really can only think of tickling, huh?" he commented with an amused grin. Bokuto laughed.

"I can't believe you tied him up and thought of anything but tickling. Our sweet Kei is a big tickle spot and you finally got him tied up like this. How can we not make him laugh forever~?" Bokuto sang while he continued to play with those sensitive ribs.

He felt Tsukishima jump under his touch, his loud laughter filling the room as he struggled.

"Plehhehease wahahah! N-not thehehere!"

The cutest! Kuroo sighed and sat down on the bed and stroked Tsukishima's hair, his thumb tickling his neck and ear slightly.

"If he's doing too much, just tell him our safeword hm? Kei?" he said in a soothing voice. Bokuto had no idea whatever safeword they chose, but it wasn't shared with him yet, not even by Tsukishima who shook his head and laughed hysterically.

When he didn't seem to call out their safeword, Kuroo simply shrugged and joined in; he reached for both Tsukishima's vulnerable armpits and dug in right away, going for one of his worst spots immediately.

"TEHETSU Ahahhaah!" Tsukishima bucked and threw his head back. Bokuto grinned and stopped tickling him for a brief moment, just to admire those two things: Kuroo tickling Tsukishima, and Tsukishima laughing this much.

His half-naked body was struggling and squirming, but he couldn't escape the tickling, especially when Bokuto joined in again. Now suffering from an unplanned tickle torture by the both of them, sweet Tsukki could only laugh and beg, and as long as Kuroo kept going, Bokuto felt encouraged to do the same. Tsukki was still not safewording after all, it seemed.

"What is the safeword, actually?" he wondered when he could actually drag the tickling long enough until he started to worry they were overdoing it. But Kuroo laughed playfully and shrugged.

"Ask Kei, love," he said. He allowed Kei to catch a break from the armpit tickles, but he had switched to scribbling his fingers up and down his long sensitive neck in a way that had him snort and cackle in the cutest way.

"Kei? What's our safeword? You didn't say it yet, did you?" Bokuto whined.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!

Bokuto raised his eyebrows. Oh. Well then. He responded with a big grin and a big squeeze, right into that lovely spot above Tsukki's hips. Such a simple technique, but high reward.

"AAAhhhahah!" Tsukishima jerked heavily and one of his arms got freed from its shitty bondage because of the sudden movement, but Kuroo simply caught his hand, intertwined their fingers romantically and pushed his hand right back to pin his arm down again.

With his free hand he wiggled his fingers back down from Tsukki's neck all the way towards his armpit for round two of what looked like some dreadful tickling that even made Bokuto shudder.

"You're right, Koutarou. There's nothing like tickling Kei like this while he allows it." Kuroo winked at Bokuto, making him tingle with excitement.

In the end they were just silly guys. Even when their boyfriend was tied up like this and seemingly about to allow anything erotic they would want to do to him, there was just nothing like the playful kind of tickling that made him laugh and squeal until he was exhausted.

By the time Tsukishima was out of breath, and still hadn't safeworded yet, Bokuto did sense that Kuroo started to react when sweet ticklish blondie looked all tempting and sexy like that, breathing heavily with that deep blush on his face and the tears that sparkled in his eyes.

"....My pants are getting a little tight," Kuroo joked, confirming Bokuto's suspicions.

He nodded. "What time is 'kaashi gonna be back? I feel kind of bad to get started without him. He'll be the only one missing out," he said, and he licked his lips.

Kuroo shrugged. "He said 'late' but you know him, it most likely won't be after ten, so..." He checked the time. "Any moment?"

Smirking, Bokuto wiggled his fingers. "Well then, shall we warm up our lovely Kei some more until he's back?" he suggested. "If that's alright with you of course, Tsukki."

Tsukishima glared at him. "Go to hehell," he giggled, but he was also smirking.

"That wasn't the safeword, was it?" Bokuto asked. Kuroo shook his head and chuckled.

"Nope, that definitely wasn't it."

It only took a couple of seconds before Tsukishima's loud hysterical laughter was back, and Bokuto couldn't believe they indulged him like this right after coming back home.

And until Akaashi was back home as well, he was not going to give in to any of those desires he was feeling. After all, they could have way more fun when they were all together, and from the way Tsukishima allowed them to keep going, and the way Kuroo was holding himself back as well, he could see they all agreed with him...

[clownytherat60]

Hey, so this is insane.

Mega Man Fully Charged’s ACTUAL, OFFICIAL, YouTube channel recently made their first post in like six years. It’s just clips from an older episode, but still worth mentioning.

I considered the possibility that maybe this was an old draft post they forgot to publish and they saw it and were like “oh shit, I forgot about this” and posted it anyways” but then realized realistically they probably wouldn’t care for uploading an older video to a channel for a now dead show.

Unless they’re planning something.

Am I wrong? Probably. Am I jumping to conclusions over something small? Definitely. But who knows. I mean, Sources say season two is practically a third of the way finished. Maybe they’re trying to do something with it.

Idk if Cartoon Network would pick them back up, another channel gives them a chance. I literally do not care as long as the “Mega Man Fully Charged Season 2” sized hole in my heart finally has something to fill it with.

Idk just thought it was worth mentioning 🤷

[gaylittleguys]

hiii hi hello ^_^ 26 and 30 from the tav ask game..? for either of your guys 👍

hiiiii thank youuu :3

26: What animal best represents your Tav?

August: hmm wolf? I was going to say a dog (some kind of large shepherd) but that feels a bit too domesticated for a guy who spent most of his life living alone in the forest. He’s very chosen family/‘pack’ oriented and very protective/in service of them.

Also his chosen ranger companion is a big wolf with a sword :)

Mal: was thinking long and hard about this…. he’d be a striped polecat. little stinky weasel guy….

30: What's your favorite thing about your Tav?

August: I like his soft spot for strays :’) + that he really genuinely believes in the good in everyone and that things Will be better, even if he has to make it that way himself. Also I love that he’s fucking huge and unusually tall and forgets that he’s not the average. (and confused why everyone’s gushing about how big Halsin is. like he Gets It but Halsin isn’t That tall… is he??)

Mal: ohhhmy godd my special boy <3 😭 wrestling back control over his own life and body that he’s never had before and learning how to be a personnnn…. I like that he’s never really had to deal with emotions or caring about people and doesn’t know how to handle that, but is trying his best!

also I love his unsettling stare 💕

[questions post]

[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[ganondoodle]

I fully understand the pain you feel with TLOZ now. I mean, I understood it before, but after Arcane becoming League's canon, after watching the second season, I feel so broken and conflicted and like I spent time loving something just for it to amount to nothing.

reliving my totk nightmares just a few months after finally being able to cope with that

[bellelovesyou]

                     터지는 synergy 딱 맞아 우린

                     우리 뭐야 마치 heartris!ᯓ★

[2hoothoots]

i was having a chuckle to myself last night about Gristol, and how his plans are basically:

Restore Ford Cruller's memory

Find Maligula

???

Profit

but then... of course they are, right? this is Gristol we're talking about. Fatherland Follies drives home again and again that he's still operating on a child's logic, a warped and reductive version of the world that he never bothered to grow out of. both of his memory vaults center on the images of his childhood, this idealized version of the past that he clings to no matter what. and that's still how he remembers Maligula, too - as this saviour figure, who rushes in to help him when he's in trouble.

[ID: Two slides from Gristol's memory vault, Glory to Grulovia! Left: Gristol clings to Maligula's back as she summons waves to sweep away his assailants. Right: Gristol and Maligula waving from a balcony as the people cheer. Gzar Theodore brandishes a dagger in the background.]

like so much else, Maligula represents a return to this idyllic childhood - to the peace and simplicity of his youth, when he was free from worries and responsibilities. in his mind, he doesn't need to make any further plans - once Maligula's back, everything will go back to normal. Maligula will make everything better.

...is what i thought, but then i remembered this line:

[Screenshot source. ID: Gristol, in Truman's body, bows on his hands and knees in front of the newly-awaked Maligula. The caption reads: "Yes, High Priestess! I am here to correct the mistakes made by my father!"]

and that's kind of interesting, right?

to be clear: this happens directly after Maligula sees Helmut-in-Gristol's-body, and recognises him. her line before this is:

"Little Gzesaravich! Have you come to pay for your father's sins?"

my first thought was that Gristol hadn't expected to still be in Truman's body by the time he managed to find Maligula, and this was him trying to placate her and buy some time until he could explain the situation. but watching the cutscene back, that's clearly not what's happening here. Gristol is answering as himself, and his response of throwing himself to his knees before her is, as far as i can tell, genuine.

so what is going on here?

in Fatherland Follies, there's this line in the ride narration that stuck out to me:

"Why didn't the Gzar help Maligula in her time of need? No one knows, but historians agree - it is Gzar Theodore's biggest failure."

other lines mention Gzar Theodore's "mistake", and it's wording Gristol himself echoes in the screencap above. evidently, he believes that his father abandoned Maligula, leaving her to her fate at the hands of the Psychonauts, and it was that mistake that lead to them being driven out of the country - that mistake which he seeks to correct. maybe he even feels like he has a debt to repay to her for his family turning their backs on her all those years ago.

the 'High Priestess' thing, though - that's kinda weird, and threw me for a loop the first time i played the game. it took me until my second playthrough to connect the dots, and remember how the room in the Lady Luctopus - Gristol's room - was full of Delugionist scribblings and symbols.

[Screenshot source. ID: left, the walls of the hidden backroom in Gristol's hotel suite, covered in scrawlings of eyeballs and Maligula's name. Right, the pinboard from the hidden backroom. On its surface are photographs and newspaper clippings connected by pieces of string.]

i mean, look at this stuff! he had a whole conspiracy board and everything!

we learn very little about the Delugionists and their beliefs as a whole during the game, but i think drawing the connection here suggests two important things. one: that Gristol was in deep with this stuff. i don't know how he linked up with them - maybe via old family connections, or just good old-fashioned digging (we know he's skilled at worming his way into peoples' good graces, after all) - but it seems likely that he's begun to internalise their ideas, maybe even warping his own memories of events. and two: the Delugionists themselves are, if you'll pardon the pun, pretty far off the deep end.

like... i understand why PN2 didn't go heavy on the "mass-murderer cult worship" aspect of things, in the end, but man this is such a tantalising glimpse into the wider mythos around Maligula. Gristol is proud and haughty and thinks himself above everyone else; the fact that his first reaction seeing Maligula is to throw himself to the ground at her feet says so much about the way he's come to see her. he's not just trying to bring back Maligula, his childhood bodyguard. he's trying to bring back Maligula, the High Priestess of the deluge, the semi-mythical figure whose supporters believe even death couldn't stop. he doesn't even flinch at the way she confronts him, and maybe it's because he's bought in so completely to this deified figurehead, this idea of Maligula; more a living force of nature than a person. and it all comes back to the same place: an abdication of responsibility, not just to the person who protected him when he was little but to this avatar of floods and destruction. Maligula will make everything better.

i'd write more about my thoughts on the Delugionists but that'd be taking a hard turn into speculation, and this is already kind of long and rambling so i'd better end it here. but what an unexpected and evocative line, right? it's some of the only stuff we have to go off of regarding the Delugionists as a whole, but i think it does such a good job of hinting at the wider story - at teasing another layer to the mythos surrounding Maligula, one whose ripples we see throughout the game but which never quite breaches the surface.

[compacflt]

idk if this question has already been answered or not but idrc, would your ice have considered it "talking about it" to admit his physical attraction towards mav? like calling him beautiful or genuinely complementing him. this goes for mav too

i do feel post debriefing ice would call mav beautiful openly or some sappy bs like that

love your writing 💌

anon i need you to know this ask was so cute it made me physically nauseous. i was sick all week thinking about how cute this ask was. thank you for sending it.

i actually had a couple drabbles where yes ice both pre- and post-TGM mission is like yeah im physically attracted to you, but it’s less like “oh my god you’re so hot 😍” and more like “i mean, yeah, you objectively look like tom cruise so it’s not like i really have a choice.”

but “beautiful” specifically i had not thought of, and it has knocked me off my feet and made me go feral/rabid/undomesticated for a few days straight, so i will be writing something about this. thanks.

[auto-manic]

In regards to the post I just reblogged (the flag pin) I decided to open the app on my phone to see what ads I’d get and I see this

This is so fucking funny like???? Have they seen the movie Seven????? Brad Pitt puts his whole pussy into portraying the agony and grief in that scene and they try to use it to sell mountain biking equipment??? 😭😭

Like I get it’s lazy advertising and some underpaid intern wrote this (feels too coherent for AI) but still holy shit

[sysig]

Challenge level: Impossible (Patreon)

[fisheito]

If you ever feel insecure about your yapping just know that I binged your entire account for the past few hours and I was hooked. Like your account to me is what cocomelon is to toddlers you have no idea how happy you make my overly stressed student heart 😔❤ (Anon because I have anxiety (for now))

??!?!? i have enough stuff on here to entertain you for HOURS??

....huh. guess i've amassed quite a hoard. porntime surely does fly....swim.move fast

[shiori8]

"Two angry parents..."

Soooo, this has been sitting in my WIP folder for ages. Here's a little sketch of Encanzo and Queen Sychorax from Cressida Cowell's the wizards of once series. Did this on one of my hour-long train rides to uni, back when I was listening to the audiobooks. I hadn't seen any of the illustrations at that point and was going completely off of the books' description (which really doesn't give you all that much to work with), so forgive me if it's a little off haha.

[chidoroki]

May 16th - Happy Birthday to Vanessa Enoteca

(with one Vanessa from almost every chapter she appears in)