#I did not EVEN try to be funny I'm not as funny as the gorilla

[stardust-does-things]

QSMP

I'm so upset that none of my friends are into the qsmp. Like, what do you mean you don't care about gay minecraft roleplay???? How could you not be completely invested in a 36 year old man's fake platonic husband and their two egg children in a minecraft server??

The worst part is they won't even let me mention them. I can't make any damn references to anyone without getting confused glares. Like, sorry you refuse to watch every vod from every creator on the server and don't understand the lore.

It's so cool because of the amount of people on the server, like there are SO many perspectives to see things from and so many different story lines to get invested in. Personally, my favorite storyline was Ph1lzA and the Enderking thing. I've always loved the concept of a character being corrupted or possessed and forcing them to hurt their loved ones(don't question me). Tallulah and Chayanne's admins did SO good. So did Phil, he sounded like a whole different person. And Phil was the best person to do this to. He's practically everyone's dad on the server, so seeing such a caring and fun guy to get aggressive and threaten his own children was scary and a great arc for him to experience.

I also absolutely LOVE the ships. Like you can't TELL me that you don't absolutely love Roier and Cellbit's relationship. Pac and Fit? OH MY GOOOOOD. I love the fanart and fanfics of them 😭 (I ship the characters in the actual server, not the content creators). I love Deathduo. Missa x Ph1lzA forever. They make such a good duo with how they interact around each other and the eggs. Roier and Cellbit have such a cute dynamic, I loved that one time Cellbit was running away and trying to blow himself up, and Roier went, "No, you can't kill yourself! You're too sexy!" They are so silly together, and I just think they're so cute.

Also the fandom is absolutely beautiful. I love all the fanart and memes, the fanfics and animatics. OH MY GODS. I really wish I had the confidence to make fanart or fanfics, I'm too nervous that I'll get info wrong or have a bad headcannon lol. I adore looking at the way people draw the eggs. My favorite designs are when they're bipedal dragons or like they're half hatched and their legs are sticking out of the shell 😭 its so cute!!! I still don't mind when they're just drawn like kids but with dragon features.

I loved Tallulah and her story, including Wilbur. I don't like Wilbur for what he did (even if it might be fake I genuinely don't know anymore) but I like him as a character in the qsmp. I love all the clips of Wilbur and Tallulah. Like when Lullah brought a gorilla into the garden and she was just so happy but Wilbur was absolutely terrified was so funny. The way he basically gentle parented her was adorable, like he didn't know how to raise a kid and just wanted her to be happy. (Wilbur is a horrible person, if the allegations are true, and I don't support him. I just like his character in the story but still understand why some people wouldn't like his character)

The humor is probably the best part. There are so many quotable things. One thing that I specifically remember was when Phil went to wake up one of the eggs (when they were all in hospital beds or smt IDK-) with Pac and someone else, Phil got downed by a warden and Pac went up to him and said, "Philza. I am here." in an overly manly voice, or something like that. Also I love just randomly saying quotes and pretending like everyone understands and thinks I'm cool. "we are all going to die. the sun is a false god but a true threat." -Gegg "IN THIS WORLD THERE ARE 2 GENDERS, PAIN AND SUFFERING" -Dapper "Geez abuelito I didn't know you were into drama omg slay" -Tallulah "heaven is homophobic motherfucker son of a bitch" -Roier

Anyways, I need more QSMP obsessed friends to talk to <3

(part 2 coming soon <3)

[livfastdieyoung69]

I'm back with my requests because I'm feral for cody he's literally so fine anyway maybe something with reader being with cody during the miz TV segment and going a little feral over Dom calling cody a deadbeat ykyk the usual we love feral reader i think it'd be a little funny if cody had to hold reader back because they're going for doms throat

A LOVE SO DEEP IT HARMS

(Cody Rhodes x Y/N)

Wrestling has more than one royal family

As Cody’s theme played and he walked out into the arena, clad in a suit, fans cheered in excitement for the scheduled interview on Miz TV. The second Cody sat in one of the two director chairs, The Miz began to talk, asking him questions, or more so repeating his actions of the past weeks with an incredulous tone. Considering this was Miz TV and everything had to be messy, of course, there was a surprise guest and of course, it was Dominik and Rhea Ripley, two people neither Cody nor his partner, Y/N, seemed to get along with.

Y/N watched from backstage as Cody stood from his chair as they reached the ring, standing up themselves as if they could protect him from the locker rooms. They watched as Cody egged on the fans, barely able to hear anything over the booing crowd, but able to make out Dom daring to call their husband a bad father.

If there was one thing Cody was not, it was a bad father. The little girl adored Cody just as much as he did his own father even at such a young age. Clearly, Dom wasn’t too aware of what happened backstage because Cody and Y/N brought their child with them to every Raw, every pay-per-view, every press event, everything. If they didn’t, there would be no way for them to see their baby while they both maintained their careers. Knowing the amount of effort not only Cody, but also how much effort they put into being able to travel with their child, and hell, even their dogs sometimes, Dom’s comment made them angry. Very angry.

“…a deadbeat dad. Actually, Y/N is here too, so I guess both of you are deadbeats, huh?” The boos of the crowd seemed to get impossibly louder, vibrating against the solid concrete of the building as the rest of the crowded locker room tensely watched Y/N, uncomfortable air quickly spilling into the small space.

“Did he really just say that?” Becky spoke from besides them, eyes wide and voice thick with utter confusement and anger. She received no response, and instead watched as Y/N power walked out of the room and make a quick right- straight to the gorilla.

They marched to the entrance of the arena much to the staff’s complaint, feeling no need to grab a mic, and quickly, their walk turned into a run, the crowd cheering as Y/N dived into the ring, spitfiring their rage down the throat of half the Judgement Day.

“You wanna try that again? Huh? Or do you need your mami to say it for you, you little bitch!” After they pushed Dom around a bit, Rhea stepped infront of him at the mention of her title.

“Oh, look at that, comin’ to rescue your Dom Dom? Maybe you should teach the little crybaby to keep my families name out of his mouth.” Their words held a tone of amusement at first before they inched closer to Rhea, sizing her up with a voice full of fury.

While Y/N and Rhea shoved closer to each other, exchanging many more insults, refs and other staff were quick to make their way to the ring before it could truly get violent. Cody was quick to pull Y/N away from Rhea when they backed up the smallest amount, making Rhea believe they were backing down, but Cody knew they were only making room to deck the woman right across the face.

Y/N fought against his hold, gripping at the triceps held around their waist and trying to push their feet to the floor but Cody only dragged them instead. They refused to give up all the way backstage, yelling over at Rhea and Dom as a few refs, and now the rest of Judgement Day held them back. They finally relaxed into Cody’s hold after they left the gorilla, sending a useless swat to his arm.

Cody scoffed and pinched their hip in return before carefully grabbing their elbows and turning them to face him.

“I think we need to work on your anger problem there, N/N.” Though his voice was stern, the smug look on his face let them know he was only teasing.

“Or maybe people should stop being dumbasses and leave you and my baby out of their drama.” Their aggravation, which was clearly still there, seemed to be spewing out at everyone now.

“Your baby? Hate to break it to you, N/N, but I’m pretty sure shes mine too. Wait, where is she?” Cody brought them back into his embrace, this time facing him, while he spoke, a sigh leaving Y/N as they pushed their ear into his chest.

“Becks got ‘er.” They mumbled into him, wrapping their own arms around him aswell.

“…You just left her in the lockeroom?”

“I made sure Becky had her and then I kinda just started running.” Silence came after their mumbles but was quick to fall away when they both bursted into giggles.

“Oh god, Y/N, maybe we aren’t very good parents.” Cody managed to speak through his quiet laughter, looking down at his lover with much adorance.

unfortanetly my break is over and i gotta go back to car shit on top of work so i prolly wont be able to write as much even tho i already take so long 😭 y did i think going back to school would be a good idea if i literally hated the other 12 years

anyways, i have also discovered a very deep love for aew. like i liked it, but now i loveeee it. and i love mjf (a lot😋)

[zabala0z]

S3 is once again killing me again with all the lore and I love it. School started up so I might be slower with my thoughts but I got episodes 92, 93, 94 and 95 to talk about!!!

MAG 92: Nothing Beside Remains

Elias makes me want to eat my phone, similar to that one guy from MAG 65 :) I was like screaming the whole time. Of course he can see everything, he literally called the police before Daisy came. I took that as "oh he has spies" but no he can see everything, I hate that. Is Jon eventually gonna get that ability or does The Eye give different gifts. Elias hasn't shown any "compellling" sort of power so I assume the latter. ALSO MORDECAI LUKAS?? I need to see a statement from a Lukas member cause what is up with that family, I'm dying.

Guess Basira is now working there. Hope Elias is paying her. the fact he won't tell Jon shit is so funny to me. So The Stranger is now, basically, the confirmed main villain. BBEG yknow? Mildly terrified, I hate circuses and mannequins so this season is gonna like body me

Not much to say on MAG 93 but whatever entity has the whole "gross shit" as its deal, I'm guessing this falls under it. Purple fungus, the obsessive cleaning, etc. Also yaaay Breekon and Hopes!! Again!11!! get out! Poor Georgie. Love her for being like "Do you even have qualifications??". Jons explanation helped me a lot because during Elias's explanations, I'm mostly just muttering curses to myself because I HATE Him. Avatars. Baller. So Jude Perry was the avatar of The Desolation (destruction, fire, etc) Michael Crew was the avatar of The Vast (sky??, emptiness, general loneliness) and then like Jon is an avatar and I'm guessing so is Elias. I think you can have more then one avatar but anyways.

MAG 94: Dead Woman Walking

Jon refereed to the entity as "The End" which, using my notes, was mentioned in Mary keys statement when gertrude asked where the book came from and Mary said "The End" and said she could never serve it, not finding death interesting. Wild that she can't feel fear anymore??? Like damn. This kinda read as someone in a depressive state in some form. Or like a nihilistic person. Cause like "everything ends, time, it has already ended". Wild.

Not much to say on MAG 95 but I did understand the context vaguely which is more then what I can say for the other war statements. Also Martin and Basira friendship??? Love it. She gets really engrossed in books. I dunno if she was like lying or this is something supernatural related but I love Basira

MAG 96: Return to Sender

Literally screeching oh my god. The fact these things just hijacked this mans business is almost funny. They also talked with a circus ringmaster. Nikola Orsinov? gregor Orsinov? A different one. the statement was given 1996 and Gregor was the leader around the 40's but Nikola, by her description I think, sounded young. So. Who was this ringmaster? Maybe Im getting the timeframe wrong. or they're like eternal. Maybe they like just shed skin and steal a new body, just going by the same last name- okay I don't know.

Also, SARAH BALDWIN???? Welcome back girl. The fact the gorilla skin was stolen by gertrude means she was trying to stop The Unknowing, and likely that's why its been this long for it to happen, because they need that skin. Ew. The Stranger loves skin a little too much. Also Sarah being filled with sawdust and cloves. Great. If Not Sasha was shot, would we have seen that? Or is it different with every one of those, NotThem.?

Anyways, I think that's everything. Every statement, I'm kinda thinking, "which entity does this fall under" now that I know the surrounding universe. Tough since I only know 6 by name and I think there's more. 6 too many entities for this world though

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tiring Out

Summary: Buck's watching Christopher and neither one can sleep.

(Wanted to share one last one ❤️ :) Hope you guys enjoy ❤️ :) And have a great Halloween if you celebrate! ❤️ 🎃)

"You like this show?"

Christopher didn't turn away from the screen. "Bluey's awesome. Even my Dad likes it."

The young firefighter watched the group of animated dogs move across the screen. "Can't really see why."

"It's really funny." Christopher glanced over at his friend. "Also, it really helps me fall asleep."

This time, Buck kept his attention on the TV. "Whatever helps you bud."

The firefighter had agreed to stay with Christopher until Eddie got back from his night shift. However, the kid was supposed to be in bed an hour ago and didn't seem to be tiring out any time soon.

Buck hadn't planned on sleeping anyway. He just hadn't expected to have a buddy with him when he did.

Christopher nudged his friend's arm. "The Dad can be so silly sometimes."

The two watched Bluey's Dad run around screen like a gorilla.

The silliness did pull a chuckle out of Buck.

"See? You're starting to like it too."

"Somewhat."

A moment later, Bluey jumped across the screen with a blanket to tackle her Dad to the ground. She then commented about tiring him out before tickling him through the blanket.

Buck chuckled again and shook his head.

Christopher quickly paused the episode. "I have to go the bathroom."

"Okay."

Christopher took off.

"You don't need to go so fast. Bluey will be here when you get back."

"I just really need to go."

The young firefighter's eyebrows furrowed together.

Once a door shut, Buck stared up at the ceiling. For several seconds, his body screamed at him to get some sleep but his mind just wouldn't get with the program.

The young firefighter pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He then heard movement off to his right. "You're back fa---."

Suddenly, a blanket was thrown over Buck before someone jumped into his lap.

Outside of a slight startle, Buck didn't really move from his spot. "What are you doing Christopher?"

"Tiring you out."

Before the young firefighter could ask what he meant, two hands dug into his sides making him jump and cackle in surprise.

Christopher chuckled along. "It actually works."

Meanwhile, Buck was trying to fight his way out of the blanket while also trying to grab the Christopher's hands. "Chrihistopheher!"

In response, the kid spidered upward to tickle his friend's ribs. "Whahat?"

Buck bent forward while still trying to grab Christopher's hands through the blanket, yet the kid managed to slip out of every grab and kept attacking his midsection.

"Yohou hahave a very loud laugh," Christopher teased.

"Christohopheher, Ihi cahant breheathe!"

The kid finally reached up to help pull the blanket off of Buck's head. "Hi Buhuck."

The young firefighter gave him a playful glare.

"I never knew you wehere ticklihish," Christopher replied with an 'innocent' smile

"And Ihi thihink I'm about to figure out yohou ahare too." Buck then started attacking the kid's sides. "With a littlehele pahaybahack!"

Christopher broke into adorable laughter as he tried to squirm out of the hold. After a moment, he managed to wriggle his fingers into Buck's armpit.

The young firefighter squealed and tried to get the little stinker's hand back out.

The two went back and forth for a bit, trying to one up the other.

After a couple minutes, Christopher managed to wriggle through Buck's arms and blew a raspberry into the crook of his neck like his Dad had done with him.

Buck squealed again and turtled. "Okahay, ohokahay! You wihin!"

Christopher leaned back. "Win whahat?"

Buck went limp. "I dohon't knohow, buhut Ihi need aha break."

"Are you okay?" Christopher asked in concern.

"Yeheah, yeah Ihim gohood."

Christopher scooted down and snuggled into the firefighter's chest.

Buck patted his back. "Let's get you to bed so you can sleep."

The kid shook his head. "No. I want to stay out here with you."

"You need to sleep buhud."

"So do you."

"I'll be fine."

"No." Christopher shook his head.

Buck looked down at the mop of hair on his chest. Normally, he would be firmer with getting him to sleep, but he was too exhausted to think of a valid argument. "Alright fine."

"Yes!"

Buck chuckled. "Want to go back to your show?"

"Yes! We have to get to the next episode!"

"Whatever you say bud." Buck settled back on the couch with Christopher still in his lap before hitting play on the show.

The two finally finished the episode they had paused before moving on to the next one. Buck kept feeling his focus on the show slip as the exhaustion finally hit his brain. He kept having to peel his eyes back open just to focus.

Christopher started to drift off too. With one final yawn, he slipped off with a "Night Buck."

"Night buddy," the young firefighter replied as his eyes finally stayed shut.

When Eddie got back that morning, he found the two fast asleep with the TV still on.

[theheromira]

Nimona appreciation post (Part 4 of idk how many there will be)

Sorry that took so long, I was a bit preoccupied with farming for Rizzley (Wriothesley in Genshin Impact) I'm just drinking some Tea and watching Nimona for probably the 50th time lol Sooo… here you go: Part 4 (again: GIF for attention)

Bal waking up, noticing the blanket, looking around, seeing the tea and candles (completely ignoring the hilt of the morning star behind te cup) and just sighing kind of content as if he wakes up like this often is just precious and supptly highlights his relationship with Amb and I just kind of love it, I guess

also Bal being awake and alert right away even tho he was just about to relax cause he prob thought he's with Amb and all is good and stuff is also kind of competent again

Nimona just vibing

"Go" by Santigold is just so good, how did I never heard of that one before?

also how Bal looks at Nim (prob) destroying his kitchen is funny as hell, idk

her eyes reflecting the lightning is a neat lil detail

Nim never bats an eye while she lies like this

also Bals reaction is soooo good, Riz Ahmed nailed this roll (all of the VAs did, but honestly: without him the movie wouldn't be the same)

first time Nim tells him directly not to be so gullible, but he remains so gullible

Breakfast Tacos

She dragged him in what form tho? If his head bounced on the sidewalk it probably couldn't have been her Gorilla or Horse form, I guess. What do y'all think?

"Totally happened."

"Evil Larry" is a much better name than the german version ("Böser Tiger" = "evil tiger" because one wird for evil in german is "bösartiger" and well, they took the pun but it sounds so stupid, idk… it isn't even a name)

Nimonas lil handgesture when she says: "That's a great villain name." also her face when she gets the idea for Evil Larry

"Never gonna happen.", he says with a very much Nope-Face "Whatever, Larry", she says without a fruk to give

Sick murderwall

I will not go into much detail about the contents of the muderwall here, but damn, the really didn't need to go that hard on those details

One thing I'm gonna cram in here tho cause I just saw the portrait of the queen: I recently read somewhere that they wanted to get Dr. Blitzmeyer (I hope I remember her name correctly lol) in the movie but ultimately scrapped her buuut they kept the design/color scheme for the queen and I just… Blitzmeyer helped and supported Comic!Bal, the queen helped and supported Movie!Bal (even if it's a bit of a different relationship, I guess) and that's kinda cute ngl. I kinda missed Dr. Blitzmeyer, she was my fav character in the comic and I was a bit sad that she didn't make it into the movie

Bals face (and probably the camera movement) when he remembers what happened when they broke out of the institute reminds me of some anime protag who goes a bit insane, but I can't remember a particular anime I feel remembered of

Bal always the knight, trying to get his sword when he feels threatened, even tho he doesn't even have it on him

the hand gesture to "Meatball" lol and also: very nice line delivery by Chloe Grace Moretz, she's also a big part of why I liked the character of Nimona (even tho I also like her design and personality, without a good VA a character can be not that likeable, if you know what I mean)

again with the eyes reflecting lightning, I love the lighting in this movie so much

she is in fact a massive, fire-breathing something

Bals brain just overheated and he decided to just roll with it and ask

She's Nimona. (one of my fav lines ever and I love that she get's to say that in at least one other scene)

I have a feeling that Bals answer to "I'm Nimona." ("That is not an answer.") is maybe something trans/genderfluid people get more than me (and def shouldn't cause why do they need to even get that? Why can't everyone just accept stuff like that?)

Bal getting at least one question is actually very nice of Nim ngl

also him not asking something about her but why she's helping him is kinda neat, I think he felt that that maybe would be a bit to much in Nimonas personal space atm

Bals eyes widen for just a second when Nim answers him and he remembers what situation he is in is kinda sad (btw. much of this movie wouldn't worked for me if they weren't so damn much animated/if they wouldn't be so much little details in the gestures, mannerisms and whatnot of the people)

him straight going to thinking-mode when looking at the murder.. I mean innocence wall

Bal looking sad at Ambs portrait is kind of a mood ngl

also him kind of forcing himself to look away (down), breathing in and then looking at the complete wall again is so very human, those charcters just feel to real

best photo of Diego (the squire)

Love how Nim wants to say kill him and stops herself when Bal turns towards her, without a doubt with a look on his face that says: Noooooo, bad shapeshifter

His reaction to "Let's got get him. You and me." is priceless lol

Bals hesitation (and probably inner monolouge) is kinda fun to see but also very undertandable, I mean: he knows her how long now? And even tho he redeems himself fast enough, here he is very much and very heavy still under the brain washing of the Institute and knows now that Nim is not human, so I kinda understand why he's so hesitant but he's desperate and she can (and will) voluntarily help him

Nim just rubbing salt in the wound, cause she knows exactly that he doesn't have much of a choice

He clearly wondered how she got there so fast and I love these kind of little reactions throughout the movie, they show how vigilant the character are and it feels even more real, cause let's be honest: if you're talking to someone who is like 10 steps away, you blink and then they are right before you, you'd also not gloss over that without so much as a second glance, would you?

love that Nim already moved from Sidekick-for-a-evil-villain to clear-his-name-and-be-a-hero-sidekick

Bal still not really trusting her but debating it

the shark transformation is just nice: the fluidity, the sound effect, Nims look, the lighting, the fact that you probably didn't really expect it, just *chefs kiss*

her "I'm not a girl, I'm a shark." is also very iconic, even tho it's used just one time in the movie; still one of the best lines ngl also her face when she says "But I'm not a girl." and the lil bite animation and sound is very nice

"Hey. You ever put your head in the mouth of one of these?", that line delivery and the animation for that and Bal already being done with the convo lol

"Should've just stayed in jail." lol

That's it for this part, I hope y'all are ok with the length, it really feels a bit smoother to write ^^ Have a good one and until next time :)

[adriswrld]

Fem! Reader x Swerve Strickland

plot: reader turns on The Acclaimed and aligns herself with their enemies Swerve In Our Glory also known as Swerve Strickland and Keith Lee trope: enemies (on screen) to lovers (on screen & irl) with Swerve Strickland pairings: Max Caster sibling reader x Swerve Strickland/ reader x (platonic) The Acclaimed (Max Caster & Anthony Bowens) a.n: im sorry i just find him so hot for no reason and him kidnapping Billy on Rampage was a lil funny

Y/N sighed in annoyance as she was forced to listen to her brother mumbling his new rap he was gonna perform. "Dude keep it down I'm trying to memorize what I'm gonna say," Y/N said and Max scoffed. "Just say scissor me and you'll get a pop," Max said and Y/N rolled her eyes. "First of all, I'm doing a promo against Thunder Rosa and Britt Baker. You can't just say the words scissor me," Y/N jumped off the stage crate and walked past her brother who simply just ignored her. As Y/N headed to her locker room she was suddenly pulled into a room.

"What the fuck!" Y/N groaned in annoyance, hitting Swerve on the chest and he just grinned at her. "Shhh," He mumbled before connecting their lips into a passionate kiss. Y/N smiled into the kiss, pulling him closer to her body before they separated a few seconds later. Nobody knew they were together, it was a secret for a reason because Max would literally kill both of them if he found out. The only ones who knew were Keith Lee, Anna Jay (Y/Ns best friend), Mia Yim (Keith's wife) and Anthony who had kept it a secret and didn't tell his tag partner Max. "Nobody saw you right?" Y/N questioned.

"Don't get so paranoid. Nobody saw you," He reassured, and she rolled her eyes. "You said that last time and Anthony walked in on us," Y/N deadpanned and Swerve shrugged. "So, you excited for tonight? You ready to turn on your boys?" Swerve asked, looking Y/N up and down slowly, checking out how she looked in her new gear. "It's a little nerve-wracking but I've turned on people before so it should be easy," Y/N mumbled, walking over and sitting on the sofa. "Yeah you certainly turning on someone right now," Swerve mumbled under his breath as he sat down next to her.

"I heard that," Y/N raised a brow and he grinned, pulling her onto his lap. "It wasn't really a secret," he shrugged. Y/N chuckled and pecked his lips, as he went to tug off her tank top the door opened and in walked Anthony who grimaced at the two. "Y/N you know I support your relationships, I do. But you have some questionable taste," Anthony said, shaking his head in disappointment. Both Y/N and Swerve rolled their eyes at him before Y/N climbed off his lap and tugged her tank top back down. "Question, why did you just barge into my boyfriends locker room?"

Anthony raised his brows, "Because you weren't in yours when I went to check with Max so he's literally looking around for you and if he found you in here, you and Swerve wouldn't make it to your matches at All Out. Plus, you're supposed to be out in five minutes we gotta go." Y/N cursed under her breath and grabbed Anthony's hand. "Well then let's go! I'll see you soon baby!" Y/N blew a kiss at Swerve before running out of the locker room with Anthony being dragged by her. They made it to the gorilla where Billy Gunn and Max were waiting. "There you are, where the hell were you?" Max asked.

"I was with Anna," Y/N lied and he nodded, not thinking much of it as he was trying to memorize his rap.

"Hold on, I have a question if I may. Why are you consistently talking about Y/N when she's not even here? Are you scared to say it to her face?" Toni Storm interrupted. Standing side by side with the AEW Women's Champion, Thunder Rosa all as they were confronting Britt Baker, Jamie Hayter and Rebel. Just when Britt went to speak she was cut off when The Acclaimed's music hit, gaining a huge pop as obvious. Y/N was supposed to be having a match with Britt Baker tonight and if she won then she would be added to Toni Storm vs Thunder Rosa at All Out.

Max did his rap, basically roasting all of the women in the ring but mainly Britt, Jamie and Rebel. Y/N walked out beside Billy Gunn as Anthony and Max did their usual thing to hype up the crowd. "The Acclaimed are here! Scissor me daddy ass!" Anthony, Max and Y/N all scissored their fingers with Billy Gunn before Y/N walked down the ramp with a mic in hand. "Alright everyone settle down. I couldn't quite but hear my name brought up quite a lot. Mainly by you Britt. And I'm not a huge fan of disrespect."

"But I mean whatever you feel the need to say you can say it to my face," Y/N spoke, jumping onto the apron and stepping the ring, Max and Anthony following her movements as well as Billy. "You want me to say it to your face?" Britt raised a brow and Y/N shrugged and nodded with a purse of her lips. "Okay ill say it to your face. You are a complete joke to this company and the only thing your useful for is helping your brother win his matches. I find it completely baffling that you're getting a title shot and not me," Britt stated. Y/N pursed her lips and nodded slowly, "Well it sounds like someone thinks they better than me."

"As much as some people would agree with that I can't help but disagree. I am better than you Britt. And in just a minutes time, I will be proving that," Y/N stated. Britt scoffed and then suddenly Y/N sucker punched her in the face and threw her out of the ring. Jamie and Rebel both went to attack her but she kicked them in the gut and performed a double ddt to them, sending both rolling out of the ring. The crowd cheered as Y/N came face to face with Thunder Rosa and Toni Storm. "I'd advise you to leave before I send you out of this ring just like I did them," Y/N warned.

A few minutes Y/N was having her match with Britt, easily getting the upper hand. As Y/N had Britt on her shoulders she powerbombed her into the mat, going to pin her but was distracted when she noticed Swerve In Our Glory coming down the ramp and arguing back in forth with The Acclaimed. Y/N stood up and slid out of the ring, walking over to them. "What the hell is going on?! I'm trying to finish my match!" Y/N said, pulling Anthony and Max back. "They're the ones who came down here!" Max argued.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes, running back into the ring to beat the ten count. As she stood up, Britt knocked her in the face, sending her stumbling back right into a high kick from Jamie off the apron as Rebel had distracted the referee. The crowd booed and complained, not happy that Y/N was gonna be cheated. But The Acclaimed noticed and jumped on the apron, arguing with the referee and Britt stood up in disbelief, yelling at the two. Y/N was leaned on the bottom turnbuckle, holding her jaw and that's when everyone noticed Swerve and Keith near her.

Swerve slid his title discreetly into Y/N's hands and that's when Britt turned around, being hit straight in the face with the title. The Acclaimed noticed Y/N attack Britt and jumped off the apron so the referee could count as Y/N pinned Britt to the three count. Swerve left his title where it fell so everyone could see how Y/N had just cheated and with his help. Their music hit and The Acclaimed cheered and slid in the ring, putting their arms around a very exhausted Y/N. But that's when everyone froze, seeing Swerve In Our Glory step into the ring. But they suddenly looked down at the title that belonged to Swerve who bent down with a smirk and picked it up.

The Acclaimed looked at Y/N in disbelief and she looked down with a sigh. As Max argued with his sister, Anthony got into it with Swerve. Billy pulled Max back when he got a little too close into Y/N's personal space. Y/N just shook her head, annoyed with the topic and everyone just watched confused as Swerve and Keith exited the ring and stood onto the top of the ramp. Y/N went to walk out of the ring but Anthony grabbed her arm and pulled her back only for her to shove him back and the crowd let out a gasp of shock. "What the hell is your problem?!" Max shouted at her.

"My problem?! You almost cost me my match!" Y/N argued. Shaking her head she went to step out of the ring but Max grabbed onto her arm which made her immediately punch him in the face. The crowd gasped in shock as Anthony bent down next to Max who held his jaw in disbelief. Y/N pursed her lips before stepping onto the ring apron and turning around to look back at the boys. Y/N picked up the mic on the floor of the ramp and raised it to her lips. "You guys are a joke and I never needed you. And I will prove that when I win the AEW Women's Championship at All Out. Also, in case you didn't know, I've been hanging out with Swerve and Keith behind your backs the entire time."

"And they actually proved that they care about me tonight, so at All Out I can't wait to watch as they retain their championships," Y/N smiled. The crowd booed her and she rolled her eyes, tossing the mic on the mat and jumping off the ring apron. "You know I always had a feeling you would turn on us. I just didn't expect it to be with them of all people," Max spoke. "You know how much those titles mean to us!" Y/N rolled her eyes and picked the mic back up. "Which is exactly why I'm going to make sure you don't win them," Y/N said, walking up the ramp to Keith and Swerve who watched the interaction in amusement.

Swerve grabbed Y/N pulling her into a fast and sloppy kiss that caught her off guard. Pulling her closer by her ass in the process, Anthony and Billy were trying to pull Max back who had no idea that, that was planned. And it wasn't planned at all so it caught everyone off guard. Swerve pulled away and grinned, putting his arm around her shoulders and waving teasingly at Max. The minute they got backstage Y/N grabbed Swerve and dragged him into the locker room. "Oh my god you're gonna get me killed!"

Swerve chuckled and she rolled her eyes at him, "This is not funny, Max is gonna kill me!" Y/N shoved his shoulder but then the door opened and Max immediately grabbed Y/N away from Swerve. "Yo what the fuck was that?! TK said that wasn't supposed to happen!" Max said, holding onto Y/Ns arm tightly. "Hey you need to calm down and let her go," Swerve said, pulling Max's hand off of Y/N's arm and getting into Max's face. "Okay no, we are not doing this. We can talk about this later. I need a shower so get out," Y/N said, pushing Max and Swerve away from each other.

"I swear to god if you shower together I'm gonna kill both of you!" Max said, and Y/N rolled her eyes and shut the door then locked it. Swerve raised his brows and she squinted at him. "No you cannot come in with me," Y/N mumbled, walking past him and tugging off her tank top over her bra. "Oh come on. You can't really be mad at me baby," Swerve groaned. Y/N turned to look at him and sighed, "I'm not mad, I am fuming. How dare you just kiss me like that in front of everyone and my brother?!" Y/N went to say more but was cut off when Swerve pulled her into a kiss.

Y/N pulled away and gaped at him, "Did you just kiss me to shut me up?"

"That and because I really wanna join you in that shower," He said and she scoffed. "Fine, I'll let it slide. Only if you give me a massage," Y/N walked into the bathroom not waiting for his response but heard it through the door.

"Which body part?!"

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

Ok I'll write the Donkey Kong x Mario fics myself. It's not going to be good though. This is also really fukin long I apologize in advance. I wanted to make a joke about riding pipe but I won't. I could, and it would be hilarious, but I won't.

On off days when they aren't trying new obstacle courses that the princess Peach made or answering emergency house calls, Mario would be exploring. The mushroom kingdom was vast and spectacular. Even in the Jungle every corner was a new sight, a new creature to meet or fight. Bowser had relaxed a lot and now his abduction of the Princess was few and far between, more political than romantic. The Toads have gotten braver. Learning how to defend their home wasn't easy. They relied on a steady, easy life; but agreed it would be best for any emergencies. It kept Mario busy too. Luigi would be off clearing areas that had rumored ghosts, though Mario knew it was an excuse to see Bowser. He shuddered. What his brother saw in that guy was beyond him. Although, he paused, when his brother found out about his teeny Itty-bitty miniscule really, crush on Donkey Kong he would never drop it. Always sending amused looks whenever Mario came up with an excuse to race or he "needed" a new kart. A race! That's what he needed. Just a rush to escape the cobwebs in his head. Doubling back to the city to find the pipe, he really thought about it. Peach made sense right? I mean not really. He was a plumber and she was the Princess of an actual genuine kingdom. Although his brother was seeing a king so maybe not. But Donkey Kong was funny. And nothing phased him. Even when he lost most fights against Mario, he took it as a learning opportunity instead of an insult. His people loved him effortlessly. He was smart and driven. Mario sighed, leaning on a wall in front of the pipe to the Jungle Kingdom. Would it be weird to show up? Would he be normal talking to the guy he had a crush on? He had a crush on a gorilla that played go karts, what was he thinking. There was nothing normal about this. He took a step forward and accidentally triggered the pipe and before he knew it, he was on his way. A minute later he tumbled in to lush grass and took a deep breath. He really needed to learn how to use those better. Mario stood and brushed off his overalls. Rhythmic thumping was headed his way and Mario looked around desperately for a power up box. Donkey Kong came out from the deep and rushed in front of Mario. "Hey what are you doing here?" He smiled and bumped his shoulder. Mario smiled and rubbed his now aching shoulder. "Can we talk? I need to tell you something."

Fucking idk man, two heartfelt confessions later they were raw dogging it in the forest and Mario got dick drunk. They did it every few days cause Mario is like half his size and he's now 100% a size queen. I'm not writing that but that's where this was going.

[useless-bi-otch]

Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 18

Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 18 - Curiosity Killed the Gorilla

"... Aaand it's sent! Now we just wait for the likes, shares and comments about how lucky I am for the company."

"My God, you really want me to kiss you here in the middle of the street, don't you? Because that's what it looks like," Tomori jokes, giving him a playful push, to which Okubo laughs. The push didn't even make him move, but it was enough of an excuse for him to place a hand on her back and leave it there, in a discreet caress. He shows her the cracked phone screen.

"Save it for when the likes start to come, lady. Then I'll feel like I've earned it," He winks, supporting her as they get off the train to the crowded station. "But there's something you can do for me right now."

"What?"

"Hold my hand so I don't lose sight of you in the middle of this crowd. You're so short that I fear you'll be swallowed by this sea of ​​people and I'll never see you again..."

"You clown," She pats the hand he offered her. "In that case, take advantage of your privileged view and guide us out of this crowd. And tell me how the weather is there among the clouds, while you're at it. Any sign of rain?"

"Nope! Clear sky, few clouds, the first stars appearing along with the soft and pleasant tones of twilight," He looks up as they leave the station. "Perfect weather for a walk to your neighborhood. It's the first time I've followed you home on foot, now that I'm thinking about it..."

“It's a good walk until there. It's sort of part of my weekly workout, in addition to the weightlifting sessions I do at home."

“I'd love to attend a session like that one of these days,” he comments, smiling at the thought. He could give her tips, do demonstrations, tell funny experiences he had in gyms... and of course, seeing her wearing a sports bra and leggings would be a nice bonus. "I'm not exactly a trainer, but I know enough to give you some directions, if you like."

"Oh, would you look at this…," She turns her head to the side at him, smiling playfully. "First he offers to help me with baseball batting, and then to give me tips on working out. I'm starting to think this is a very well thought out scheme of yours to start a career in coaching, with me being your first attempt."

"It wouldn't be a very profitable scheme, considering that I don't charge anything more than a few kisses and a few hours in your company," He joins in the joke. "It's just that I can't get enough of how much we have in common. It makes me want to keep trying to figure out if there's something I like that you don't, and vice versa."

"Well, just ask! We've been asking questions about each other's lives, all these times we've gone out together, afterall," She smiles and, this time, she's the one who offers him her hand. "And now the opportunity is perfect, because we're going to my house. A well-reserved, non-public place, where there aren't a bunch of voices around to disturb our conversation..."

... Okay, when she put it like that, it was even easier for him to understand the size of the step they were taking.

They had gone out together a few more times after their successful second date that resulted in their first kiss, and to various other places besides the batting cages at the sports center: a walk around Shibuya, two trips to the movies, a walk through Ueno Park with riding pedal boats and even going to a maid cafe, just for the pleasure of their inside joke. All these encounters ended the same way as the original: him leaving her at the door of her house, but not before exchanging some heated kisses, which were getting longer and longer, neither wanting to say good night and goodbye. None of these times did she invite him into her home.

But now that seemed about to change, and he felt a strange rush of anxiety overwhelm him at the thought. A mixture of want and a slight fear of what that could mean for the two of them. I mean, calling your current date to your house was a lot more serious than suggesting they go get some love in a motel, wasn't it?

He wonders, rather involuntarily, if she would like him to invite her to his apartment too, in the near future. Holy shit, he'd have to give the place a good sweep before that happened, he wouldn't know where to hide his face if she saw the mess that was his place...

"Naoya...?"

He is unceremoniously roused from his reverie by her voice, calling to him with some concern. She was looking at him with one eyebrow arched, her hand still outstretched, fingers opening and closing slightly.

"Is everything okay? You looked worried all of a sudden... ooh, is it the hands?," She moved her arm away, embarrassed. "Sorry, you don't have to feel obligated to do that if you don't want to-"

"I do!," He hurries to answer, his voice a little louder than necessary, extending his hand to hold hers and prevent it from getting out of his reach. "Sorry, I started to think about some things here and got distracted..."

"Do you want to share them with me? Or would you rather keep your schemes on how to make me this generation's next model athlete a secret?"

"I would keep them secret from the public and the press, never from you, hahaha. But no, seriously... I...," He looks to the side, feeling his palms sweat. "Is this really okay? Me, going to your house...?"

"Of course it is! Why wouldn't it be?," She asks, smiling gently as if to reassure him. "I didn't invite you the other times only because we always came back a little late from dates. But now it's not even seven o'clock. It's still too early for us to say goodbye..."

He would've rocketed up if that had been humanly possible, joy making his feet light and even dancing.

"I agree! It's just that I would've brought something if I'd known. A souvenir, as the custom demands..."

"You already gave me too many souvenirs, hahaha! Enough flowers for me to open my own flower shop, remember?," She jokes, lightly hitting the side of her hip on his thigh, which was what she could reach from that height. "Now I'm the one who wants to reciprocate. What do you think about eating a savory dish of mine for a change?"

"Wow, I'm in! I mean, I've already eaten sandwiches made by you at the bakery, but not a real dinner," He smiles openly, and unconsciously puts a hand on his belly. "Just thinking about it makes me hungry, damn it..."

“And after you tell me that, do you really expect me to let you go willingly? A cook's life's mission is to feed others, especially those she cares about!," She raises a fist with determination, and he chuckles softly.

"You sound like Sanji from One Piece when you talk like that, hahaha! Who's your favorite Straw Hat?," He asks excitedly, but this excitement wanes a little before the slightly embarrassed smile she opens.

"Uh… Chopper, I guess…? I don't know, I haven't watched One Piece since highschool..."

"Oh, I see… sorry, it's just that I'm such a nerd…," He scratches the back of his head, now just as embarrassed. "The girls I've gone out with were always bored with my conversations. I end up forgetting that this is not really your thing..."

"Hey, you're stereotyping again," She points at him with an indignant pout. "I'm not really into manga and anime, but it's not because I'm a woman. Kanny herself loves One Piece, you know?"

"Really? Damn, I'd like chatting with her about it if she wasn't hating me right now..."

"You can chat about it with me. It's not because I'm not a fan that I wouldn't want to hear you talking about your interests," She squeezes his hand to reassure him. "Seriously, we don't need to have absolutely everything in common. It's actually good that we don't, so we discover new things that we might like."

"Heh… you're right," He intertwines his fingers with hers, smiling again, now more relieved. "And I tell you the same, okay? You can talk to me about the things you like, not just martial arts and baseball."

"Heh, I hope you don't get bored..."

“You'll be amazed at how open-minded I can be. Let's have a chat about women's interests. For example, if you prefer to get a Helsa skirt or Swarovski crystal earrings..."

"Hell no, forget about it! I'm serious, don't laugh! Ugh, you big meathead...!," She punches him in the arm, to which he throws his head back with a thunderous laugh. "I think I'd rather get a box of those chocolates again than that..."

"Noted! I'll bring one with at least half a kilo of chocolate next time...just kidding!," He exclaims when she gives him a threatening look. "But seriously, I promise I'll listen to you when you want to talk about your interests too. I'm really curious now..."

"We can talk better over dinner. It'll take a little while to be rady, but we can do other things while we wait. You've never seen the inside of my house, for example," She comments, a little thoughtful. "It's kinda funny to think that Rihito has been there, but you haven't."

"Yeah, he made a point of throwing that in my face a few weeks ago," Okubo snorts grumpily. And he arches an eyebrow when she sees Tomori getting suddenly tense . "What is it?"

“Did he… tell you about my interior decorating choices?”

"Uh… if you're talking about the posters in the living room, he did tell me," He nods after thinking a bit. "But I'm not someone to dictate how you should decorate your house, Tomori. And again, I don't judge your tastes... if you promise not to judge my Ultraman posters if you visit my apartment one day, haha."

"I won't, I promise," She laughs, a little calmer. And then thinks better about what he said, blushing a little. "But would you do that? Invite me to your apartment, I mean..."

"Sure, why not? It's only fair," He nods excitedly. "Then I can show you my trophy room, my reading room, my consoles... I just think we'd have to order a pizza at dinner time, because my fridge has seen fuller days , haha ​​ha!"

"I'm starting to think that the questionable diet of single men isn't necessarily an unfounded stereotype," She jokes, and then points, "Oh, we're already around the corner! I think that was the fastest walk I've ever taken from the station to here..."

"Yeah, I didn't even notice the path I took either," He comments, a little surprised. It was amazing how time seemed to fly by when he was with Tomori. He would've moaned about it in another situation, but not now. They didn't have to say goodbye on her doorstep. They would still have many hours together from now on.

"Hopefully, we'll have all night."

The thought filled him with a rush to get to her house, and he tried to contain it. Why bother if the night has already been won? And any extra time with her was a win, whatever they were doing.

They are soon through the automatic gates, stepping onto the stone path that leads to the porch. The overhead light came on, and she smiled at him.

"Before we go inside, I want to start our little ritual."

He blinks, confused. "Ritual? What ritual-"

She interrupts him by raising her right hand, hooking her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, and making him duck with a small tug. Their mouths meet, and soon Okubo's initial astonishment is replaced by an almost euphoric satisfaction. Hell, in what universe would he deny her a kiss? He reciprocates promptly, one hand automatically going to her back as hers rest on his shoulders. Soon the contact gets a little more intense, and he finds himself pulling her off the ground with a hug. She holds on to him more firmly so she doesn't lose her balance, asking for more by touching his lips with her tongue, and he obliges with an enthusiasm that made her chuckle softly.

Damn, seeing his excitement being so well received did lots of good to his self-esteem, as well as his libido. And if that meant that she wanted it as much as he did... dammit, then the dessert that came after that dinner would be the best he'd ever tasted!

They finally pull away when the need for oxygen becomes impossible to ignore, panting softly and looking into each other's eyes. He puts her down slowly, and she gives him one last peck before smiling at him.

"Just for luck..."

"Believe me, I'm feeling very lucky right now," He jokes, his voice husky. "Best ritual I've ever done. I think it's good that we always do this from now on, so that luck never ends."

“Never wasting time, not in the octagons or out of them.” She laughs softly, squeezing his hand one last time before digging through her purse for something. She takes out the keys and unlocks the door, leaving it open for him to enter right behind her. "Leave your shoes by the door, please."

"Alright," He nods, muttering an 'excuse me' and giving a quick bow before taking off his shoes and entering, having to bend down a little to do it. He busies himself with observing his surroundings while Tomori leaves her purse in the coat rack next to the door.

After walking down a long corridor, they arrive in the small living room of what was the interior of a typical middle-class residence, with enough space to accommodate a couple without children or a small family. For a single woman who lived on her own, that should be more than enough, he supposed. It was in a slightly more western style, which was common in Tokyo's newer residential areas. Two sofas, one small and one medium, with a tea table in the center on a cream-colored rug, and against the wall, a television on a wooden cabinet. In the center of the table was a vase, and inside it, the daisies, gerberas and gladioli that he had given her a few days ago; seeing that she was taking care of the flowers made him immensely happy.

Separated from the living room by a counter was the kitchen, also small but looking professionally equipped; nothing more than expected for a chef. The dining table was also small, but that would only make the diner even more intimate. He saw other vases with more flowers there, adding color to the room. The stairs in the corner must lead to the upper floor where the bedrooms and bathroom were.

In general, it would be an absolutely normal residence if it weren't for one detail: the posters of different sizes on the walls, some glued, others framed like photographs. They were all from fighters he either knew personally or had seen in action on television or the internet. Sekibayashi's was one of those privileged enough to be framed, as was Gaolang's. The twinge of jealousy that hit him was short-lived, however; it was enough time for him to notice his own poster, also framed, striking a victorious pose while displaying the championship belt around his waist.

"Uh... so...?," Tomori suddenly asks, arms crossed, seeming to want to look at everything but him. "I know it's a bit exaggerated and that it looks more like a teenager's bedroom than the living room of an grown woman's house..."

"I haven't seen too many teenage bedrooms or too many grown women's living rooms to make a comparison," He jokes, scratching the back of his head with a low chuckle. "Honestly? From what Rihito said, I was expecting something much more 'hall of fame-ish', if you know what I mean, hahaha!"

"If my living room was something of that level, I'd have to charge you visitation," She jokes too, smiling sheepishly. "So… you don't mind?"

"It's not like I have the right to, come on," He shrugs calmly. "Again, it's your house, Tomori. And honestly, there are fewer posters than I was expecting."

This ends up making her laugh, her shoulders shaking. "What? Were you expecting to see my living room walls completely covered in posters, to the point where you couldn't even see their colors?"

"Hey, hey, my informant was Rihito, and you've met enough of him to know how he's always adding tails to his tales," He justifies himself, and it's his turn to be embarrassed. "No, seriously, your place's nice. Tidier than mine, that's for sure. And you have good taste in idols, no denying," He points to his own poster, arching an eyebrow. "Who's the hunk over there? Do I need to see him as a rival for your affections or something?"

She laughs out loud this time, even though she's still blushing. "Nah, no need to! Not anymore, anyway," She looks at the poster, her eyes softening. "He used to be an idea I had in my head, you know. The idea of ​​someone who would be a source of admiration and inspiration personified, like Seki, Gaolang and many others. Someone far above, out of my reach. But what I'm seeing in front of me now...," She looks at him over her shoulder. "This someone is someone I can laugh with, joke with and talk to, someone I can touch, hug and kiss... so I prefer him much, much more."

Okubo can only stare at her, dumbfounded, his plans to make fun of her over her former idolization of him going down the drain in a way he couldn't have foreseen. Again, she left him speechless without even trying very hard to.

That was probably one of the things that would never change about their relationship, no matter how deep it got. And after that, he wanted anything but that to change.

He moves before he knows it, and Tomori gasps as he takes her in his arms, lifting her off the ground again to reach her mouth, in a kiss even more intense than the one they exchanged on the porch. She hugs him around the neck to steady herself, reciprocating with a low, long sigh, and Okubo shudders as she wraps her legs around his waist. He automatically holds her tighter, not wanting to move an inch away from her.

Holy shit… if it continued at this rate, they'd end up skipping dinner. He blamed that adorable creature who could wrap a grown man almost twice her size around her little finger for that. He wanted so badly to take her to the bedroom, or who knows, to lay her down on that couch and give her the treatment she deserved...

“Not with all these posters around staring at you, dipshit!”

Shit, the posters… he suddenly felt very aware of the dead stares of the fighters depicted on the walls, especially those he knew on a personal level. It was ridiculous, but it seemed to be the same principle as a religious person refusing to do something sinful in front of a representation of the deity they worshiped. As if Sekibayashi, Gaolang and all the others were watching his performance and judging him.

And with that thought, his excitement died pretty quickly. Hey, maybe he had found the ideal method to get rid of morning wood!

"Hnnn...," He murmurs low against her lips, giving it one last lick before pulling his face away to breathe. "And he's also enjoying doing all these things with you. He wants to do so much more. And he's feeling really stupid for talking about himself in third person."

Tomori laughs, leaning her forehead against his. "I think that's cute of him… okay, okay, I'll stop," She promises when he huffs. "But seriously, I had imagined that you'd be uncomfortable seeing your own face on my living room wall. Maybe I shouldn't have hung the poster up there again..."

"Then I would be offended that there is no tribute to me on the living room walls of my number one fan!," He snorts, but his tone remains playful. "I'm used to seeing my own face on television, on magazine covers and on the street screens in Shibuya. But… this one's definitely not one of my best angles,” He scowls at the poster.

"Why not? This is the portrait of the moment when you were enshrined as the first Japanese to become Ultimate Fight's heavyweight champion! It's glorious," She snaps back in mock outrage, whereupon he sets her down to place his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, but not in this picture! Look how the light hits my head," He points. "The sweat makes it look like a disco ball... yeah, laugh at the bald man, very empathetic of you," He snorts as he watches her bend over herself a bit, wiping a tear of laughter from one eye.

"S-Sorry, but it's hard to empathize with someone who is bald by choice. And anyway, that's your opinion. I really like this poster and I think you look great in it," She pats the frame, smiling excitedly. "It's the result of all the sweat and tears you've shed to get to where you are, a slap in the face to all who doubted you, an irrefutable proof of how right you were when you said that the defeatism of the Japanese martial arts leagues was nothing more than underdog syndrome, excuses from those who talk a lot and do little!"

Okubo can't resist, laughing happily. "Damn, I've missed those passionate speeches of yours about me, hahaha! But seriously, it's really nice to see someone who positively interpreted the crap I said in that documentary..."

"It wasn't crap! ... Okay, maybe that final jab of yours was unnecessary," She admits after thinking a little. "It was by far what made people be mad at you the most in those days."

"Yeah, it's kinda unforgettable when cancel culture bites you in the butt fot the first time, hehehe!"

"And he even takes pride in it, my god…," She laughs along with him. "But in general, I agreed with everything you said in that documentary. In fact...," She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly shy. "It was after watching it that I found the motivation to change my life."

Okubo stops smiling, surprise and curiosity taking over his features. "Change your life…? Oh, are you talking about your delinquent phase?"

"Well, yes, in a way... oh, but if we were to talk about it now, we'd going to be here in the living room all night and dinner would never get ready!," She suddenly claps her hands together, rubbing them afterwards. "We can talk better while we eat, how about that?"

“Uh… sure, that's fine with me.” He nods, taken aback, but dammit, how could he refuse food when she was the one offering it? "Want some help? I'm no chef like you, but I can cut and wash some vegetables, I don't know."

"Well, since you're offering...," She nods, smiling "Just wash your hands first, please. The bathroom is upstairs."

"Yes ma'am!," He salutes, eliciting an affectionate eye roll from her before she turns and heads for the kitchen. He climbs the stairs to the upper floor, which consisted of a long corridor, with two doors on the left and one on the right.

Now... which of the three was the entrance to the bathroom? Damn, she hadn't told him which door was the right one. Maybe it was the first... but for who's going up the stairs or for who's going down? And why was he making a fuss about something so stupid?!

"You're afraid of accidentally walking into her room... which is pretty stupid considering your night will end there."

The thought lifted his confidence a little. Heck, if he missed the door on the first try, he could just close it and try again. He does so, choosing the lone door on the right.

It wasn't the bathroom, but it didn't look like a bedroom either, as there wasn't a bed in there. In the dim light from the hallway, he thought for a second that it was a spare room being used as a storage room. There were boxes stacked in a corner, rectangular white objects propped against them. They looked like... canvases?

Okubo couldn't help his curiosity and groped along the wall until he found a switch. The room lit up, and he found himself in front of what looked like a small crafts room. At least that's what he assumed when he saw himself in front of the painted canvases propped up in the boxes, the small shelf partially filled with colored pencils, graphite, brushes and a few paint pots, a desk with piles of papers full of doodles and a easel, right in the center of the room.

And there were pictures too. Not wall posters of fighters this time, but framed photographs, attached to a magnetic photo board or in frames that filled the other half of the shelf. Many were from people he had never seen before, but who bore enough resemblance to Tomori that he assumed they were her family: an older couple, who must’ve been her parents, and a younger man accompanied by a woman of the same age; probably her brother and sister-in-law.

But his interest was entirely focused on the photos where she appeared, especially the older ones. There he found familiar faces: Tomori with Kanami and Hiro, the three of them looking like they were in their teens (holy shit, was it just him or did Kanami used to be chubby when she was younger? Those extra pounds definitely weren't the muscles he saw). They appeared in a lot of those photos, at the most varied times. And in many of them, there was another girl with them, with tanned skin and curly, dyed blonde hair. She appeared with only Tomori in several photos, one of which depicted both of them wearing school uniforms.

And what captured his curiosity the most about these older photos was that in almost all of them, Tomori's hair wasn't wavy and brown, but straight and black. So that current hue and texture was unnatural? Damn, he'd never have guessed just by looking...

Just as he never would've guessed that she was an amateur artist. He didn't explore the room more and peek at her work only because it would be tremendously impolite. But he might ask when he returned downstairs. He turns off the light and closes the door slowly, not sure if he feels more guilty for snooping or curious about what he's seen.

He tries the first door on the left this time, and luckily it was a bathroom; a room with three sections, consisting of the tiny laundry room, the toilet and sink area, and the shower and bath area, all separated by thin walls. The bathtub seemed small, and he found himself thinking sadly that it would be next to impossible for the two of them to be able to bathe together there. Well, the bathtub in his apartment was big enough for both of them, so that was all the more reason for him to invite her over there one of these days.

He turns on the faucet and washes his hands, taking the opportunity to check his reflection in the mirror. He looked presentable, but dammit, he'd only taken a quick shower in the morning before accompanying his friends to Kazuo's office, and from there he'd taken two walks, one to the bakery and the other to Tomori's house. Did he not smell of sweat? And what about his breath after eating? Maybe he should at least use the mouthwash right there in the sink, or take off his shirt and give his armpits a quick wash with soap just in case. The mood would sour pretty quickly if he smelled bad...

He suddenly feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He hadn't asked her for her Wi-Fi password, so his mobile data must still be on. He dries his hands and checks his messages. There were some from Rihito, in their group chat.

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

just to let you know, @EggHead, we're in kaneda's place

we couldn't resist, biohazard 8 was calling us with siren songs

sorry, we'll do another game night with ya on a free day

Okubo rolls his eyes, but the truth is, he wasn't exactly upset. He had no right to demand that his friends not have fun without him. But he was glad to know they were at least considerate enough to let him know.

EggHead:

no worries man

tell me what games he has there later

enjoy the night on your side and I’ll enjoy in mine lol

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

uh

i wasn't expecting you to answer now

what, she couldn't stand your smell and told you to wash it off first? 

Hahahaha

EggHead:

fuck you dude lol

she's making dinner and I'm going to help

did ur mom never teach you that you can’t have dessert before dinner?

have some manners

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

lmao you worthless pervert

yeah, gorge yourself on dinner and then go eat the hell of that dessert

just be careful not to fall mouth first in her plushies by accident lol

EggHead:

???

the fuck you mean?

what plushies?

have some respect you fucker

talking about her lady bits like that

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

LMAO

what lady bits

fuckin dumbass

i'm talkin about stuffed animals lol

EggHead:

ooooh

okay i got it now

but seriously, what plushies?

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

and you still ask

she is all cute, girly-girl and shit

i'm pretty sure her bed must be full of that stuff

Okubo frowns. The mental image that those words painted... he shivers a little. Damn, that sounded so wrong!

EggHead:

wait, you really think so?

fuckin hell...

when it’s not one thing, it’s another

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

are you going to let that slow you down?

going limp over stuffed animals is the last fuckin straw LOL

I wouldn't give a single fuck

EggHead:

it's easy for you to say talk!

you're not the one who will have one knee on the mattress and the other on top of Mockey!

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

LMAOOOOOO I'M GONNA PISS IN MY PANTS

Gigolo:

holy shit dude

rihito hollered for the entire building to hear

i even came to see what it is, let me read it

LMAOOOO

it's the my little pony squad getting in the way of egghead's dick weting session xD

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

ROTFL

again, i wouldn't give a shit 

but go check it for yourself to be sure

GiantKiller: 

oh my xD

but go check it?

are you talking about him going to snoop on her room??

this is wrong on so many levels!

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

it’s just for conscience relief man!

that way he doesn’t get scared and goes all limp-dick in the worst time possible

GiantKiller:

it's still wrong

if it bothers you so much, Okubo, see if there isn’t another more appropriate place for it

EggHead:

there's another room

a crafts room it seems

she's apparently an amateur artist, can you believe that?

it's full of art supplies like canvases, pencils, brushes, even an easel

Gigolo:

we know

miss uta told kaneda and I that she likes to paint and illustrate

EggHead:

WHAT??!

WHEN???

GiantKiller:

on wednesday before the sunday rihito went to talk to her

himuro tought she might like it, considering she likes doing cookie art

she confirmed it when he asked

EggHead:

and why didn't you fuckin tell me anything???

you had information like that laying around and you didn’t think about sharing it with me??

Gigolo:

what difference does that make now?

EggHead:

it makes a difference because I could've bought her a gift based on that!

fucking hell dude

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

lmao cry me a river

no, cry her a river, preferably on her bed 

EggHead:

that's exactly what i'm gonna do

fuck the plushies, and fuck you guys too

fair weather friends

Gigolo:

LMAOOO dude's fuckin pissed

you guys are good again, you're on her house and you're about to get laid

the fuck you complaining about?

GiantKiller:

and thanks to us, by the way

don't be ungrateful, Okubo

AND DON'T GO SNOOPING INTO HER ROOM

EggHead:

okay, okay, my bad

thanks you bastards

and I need to at least prepare myself for what i'm gonna see, kaneda

i'll just open her bedroom door, I won’t even go in

GiantKiller:

for god's sake

at least be discreet

don’t go through her drawers or anything

EggHead:

dude i won't touch anything

i'm not rihito

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

man fuck you

i'm a bit of a pervert, but i'm not a sicko

EggHead:

yeah, right

anyway, i'll be off now

she must be wondering why i'm taking so long, i won’t keep her waiting

see ya

Okubo puts his phone away again, cursing under his breath. Damn Rihito for putting absurd mental images in his head that didn't help his arousal at all. How the hell was he supposed to perform in a room full of cuddly plushies, staring at him with those beaded eyes exuding innocence and motherly disapproval?!

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. If so, he'd have to swallow his discomfort, for Tomori's sake. He really had no right to complain about her decorating choices. And anyway, spending that time with her, showing how much he wanted things between them to work out and go forward, showing how important she had become to him; all of that was worth far more than his attempts to protect his fragile ego.

He leaves the bathroom, slowly closing the door behind him, before facing the only other door left. It could only be her room. And to peek into such an intimate room without the hostess's permission was despicable, worthy of a clueless pervert...

“I won't touch anything. I won't even go in. I'll just open the door and turn on the light, nothing more...”

With that promise to himself, he goes to the door, gripping the handle and holding his breath before slowly opening it. The room was dark, the light from the hallway only partially illuminating it. He could see a single bed, a desk with a computer, stationery and a couple of framed pictures, a bookcase and... his own face?

Okubo blinks. He gropes along the wall, finding the switch and turning on the light. And what he saw made him wish that the room was full of plushies instead of... that.

There were posters of fighters everywhere. The walls almost disappeared beneath them. They were of all different sizes, some small enough to have been cut out of magazines, and others huge, almost the width of the door itself. His was in a prominent position, just above the desk, and Sekibayashi's and Gaolang's flanked him as if they belonged to a boy band of muscleheads. And there were so many others, most his acquaintances, some even his rivals inside the octagons, and many of them looked old, worn, portraying younger versions of themselves.

All those shirtless, sometimes sweaty men flexing and showing off their impressive muscles, their expressions either triumphant or livid as if they were about to pounce on their opponent... all those dead gazes directed at the bed in the corner of the room...

If a turn-off was capable of producing sounds, his at that moment would have made the classic Pac-Man death sound. How the fuck would he be able to do anything inside that sanctuary which seemed to be dedicated to everything virile and gay?!

He quickly turns off the light and closes the door with an expression of someone who was suffering with PTSD. He swallows hard, sweating a little, his brain trying to register the scene he had just witnessed, the hemisphere responsible for rationality trying to convince him that it wasn't that bad, he could ignore it, he just needed to be on top of her and to not look at the fucking posters...!

But the other hemisphere, which was responsible for all the neurotic fantasies that had been curdling his thoughts lately, told him that, in the missionary position, Sekibayashi, Gaolang and all those others would have a very privileged view of his ass.

Okubo buries his face in his left hand, groaning hard, wanting to slam his forehead against the wall, as much to punish himself as to forget what he had just seen. Why the hell did he open that door?! That's what he got for sticking his nose where it didn't belong! Curiosity killed the cat, or in this case, the gorilla.

"Naoya?," He hears Tomori calling from downstairs. "Is everything okay up there? Do you need help with something?"

He shudders, clearing his throat quickly to make his voice as normal as possible before replying, “Uuh- no, it's okay! It's just that I received a few messages and decided to reply right away, so no notifications would disturbed us..."

"Oh, okay! I've already laid out the ingredients here on the counter if you're ready to start."

"Alright!," He goes down the stairs, trying to think of something, anything, to use as an excuse to book it. He wouldn't be able to do anything in that disturbing room, not even if he took a few blue bombers like an old man. It wouldn't happen in the living room either, and he didn't want their first time to be in the kitchen either...

Hell, it didn't take a genius to know that nothing was going to happen that night! The best thing was for him to leave, for him to find any excuse to take the road, because otherwise he would only be wasting Tomori's time. Maybe he could come up with some sort of emergency? He's trying to come up with one that sounds convincing enough when he walks into the kitchen. Tomori lifts her head and smiles excitedly at him.

"Look! I checked the fridge and saw that I had all the ingredients to make ginger pork," She points to a meat board on the kitchen counter, where there were pork strips, still raw. "I know it's not very elaborate or sophisticated, but I guarantee you that my ginger pork is delicious! Can you help me with the onions? The ginger is in that little jar with the blue cap," She makes a cute little happy sound. "I'm so excited to show you how I cook! I'm even getting a little nervous, hahaha..."

... Okubo felt like the worst person in the world, not worthy of that woman who was too good to be true.

How could he even think of running away from her house and letting her down, all because he'd paid the price for snooping? She deserved better treatment than that. Hell, she deserved all the best he could give her, even if the night wasn't going to end with them in a bed!

He wanted to stay there with her. He wanted to cook dinner with her, eat with her, talk, laugh, watch tv, anything. More physical things could be for later, and preferably far away from the homosexual sanctuary that was that room.

"Ahaha, what are you even saying? I'm the one who should be excited," He approaches, trying to smile. "After all, I'm going to see my favorite cook in action, besides being able to learn from her."

"You're a sweetheart, but you won't escape helping in the kitchen with just a few smooth words."

"And who said I want to escape it? Guide me through your kingdom of meats, vegetables and spices, miss, you'll have the privilege of having me as your humble follower again," He gestures to the whole kitchen with a sweeping wave of his arm. Tomori laughs, opening a drawer and pulling out a baby blue apron.

"With pleasure. Here, you'll need it," She throws him the apron, laughing again when he makes a face. "Relax, I promise it will be our secret. And look, we're matching!," She shows her own apron, which Okubo recognized as the one she wore in the selfie she sent him weeks ago.

"How cheesy... you're lucky I like cheesy things in secrecy," He jokes, putting on the apron just to appease her. It had frills and looked tiny on him. He snorts when she smirks at the sight, "Next time I'll bring my own apron."

"Heh… good to know there will be a next time," She comments smiling as she hands him another knife. "Cut the onions like this, into thin slices. And don't worry, they're ice cold so they won't sting your eyes."

"Really?"

"Yeah! Just leave them in the freezer for ten minutes and the enzymes that trigger the gas that causes burning are not activated," She explains excitedly. "Cool, right?"

"Wow, I didn't know that!," He comments, impressed, trying to cut the onions in the thickness she asked. "You're really knowledged in cooking stuff..."

"I have a degree in gastronomy for a reason," She sticks out her chest a little, in a gesture of personal pride that he found adorable. "Although this particular trick I learned from my mother. She cooks really well too."

"I can imagine. Was it because of her that you decided to pursue this career?," He asks, and she seems to think for a few seconds, looking up.

"Hnnn… yeah, in parts," She finally replies. "I liked to cook with her since I was a little girl. She was happy, saying I was going to be an excellent cook in the future. And an excellent wife," She smiles with embarrassment. "But I just liked doing things in the kitchen, seeing the happy expressions of those who ate my food and hearing compliments. I had other aspirations at the time..."

"Like art?," He asks before he manages to stop himself, and flinches a little when she looks at him with some surprise.

"Huh? ... Oh, you... you know that I...?"

"Yeah, I… I kinda accidentally saw your crafts room," He admits, a little embarrassed. "I was looking for the bathroom and opened the wrong door by mistake."

She blinks, looking even more surprised. "Oh… I was thinking that Himuro and Kaneda had told you that I liked painting and illustrating, since I had mentioned it to them before."

... Ouch. His big-ass mouth: one. Subtlety: zero. It was just like him to rattle and get himself into trouble when he could very well have gotten away with it if he'd just kept quiet. He shrinks further.

"Sorry, it was an accident..."

"No, it's okay," She assured, waving the hand that held the knife. "It was my fault, I forgot to tell you which door was the right one. And there's nothing extremely personal or embarrassing about that room that makes it a no-go zone for visitors, hahaha!"

He laughed along with her, because at this point, laughing was preferable to screaming hysterically and looking like a lunatic.

"Hehe, if- if you say so... but seriously, I really didn't know that you liked to draw and paint. And I guess I should've guessed, considering your cookies are a work of art."

"Awn, thanks!," She blushes with pleasure at the compliment. "I thought about majoring in visual arts in college, but my parents protested so much that I gave up. They're afraid I wouldn't get a good job and good references on my CV... yeah, I know, they sound controlling," She nods when she sees his sympathetic expression. "They even tried to push me to study law, medicine or architecture, which was the major my brother chose. But I put my foot down and refused. Today they mellowed down and now they respect my decisions more, even if they don't approve very much."

"At least that…," He ends up shrugging, finishing cutting the onion and picking up the ginger. "My parents didn't care much about my choices. I got drafted on my school's wrestling team as soon as I started the school year, and that guaranteed me a shitload of opportunities, so they had nothing to complain about. It sucks that you didn't have that same support..."

"It's okay, I don't regret the choices I made," She guarantees, picking up a bottle that looked like sake, from a corner of the counter. "I love working as a cook, and the salary allows me to keep art as a hobby. I mean, as far as acceptable, it's not enough for me to buy the best materials there is, but it's something."

"In that case I'm happy for you, haha… and I swear I wasn't snooping aroung there, I just saw the canvases!," He swears, a bit agitated. "I just paid attention to the photos…"

"Oh yes, those photos…," She takes the board with the chopped onions that he held out to her, starting to brown them in the frying pan. "They were supposed to be displayed in the living room, or at least in my bedroom. But there, in my crafts room, they give me inspiration and motivation. And they remind me of how things have changed since then."

"Hehe, and how they changed… I learned a lot of new things about you just by looking at those photos," He comments, calmer now that he made sure she wasn’t offended by his accidental snooping. "I didn’t know that you dyed your hair. It's not a criticism at all, this color looks great on you."

"Huh?," She stops in the act of pouring a trickle of sake into the frying pan, staring at him confused. "But I didn't. This is my natural color."

"Uh... wait, really?," It's his turn to be confused. "But I saw some pothos from your school days, and your hair was straight and black..."

"Ooh…," She nods slowly, embarrassed. "Got it. But yeah... that was my dyed, straightened hair," She explains, smiling, embarrassed by his surprise. "My school was the strict type, very inflexible with its rules. And I needed to suit the standards."

"Damn, man…," He shakes his head, indignant. "Are you serious that there are schools that still do these things? That's messed up... but wait," He frowns. "There was a friend of yours in those photos giving the biggest gyaru vibes, with her tanned skin, bleached hair and all. Didn't the school forbid that too?"

"Ooh, are you talking about Akane?," Tomori lets out a vengeful laugh. "They did, but she didn't give a fuck. They threatened her with suspension and even expulsion several times, but the threats never went ahead. She was well connected and the school board was scared shitless of her dad and his 'friends', hahaha!"

"Holy shit, I don't even want to ask… but Akane? Isn't that your friend whose number Rihito wants so bad?," Okubo's eyes widen. "Boy, he really doesn't know what he's getting himself into..."

"I told you, didn't I?," She smiles devilishly. "Anyway, she's been my best friend since high school. I was hanging out with her even before I met Kanny and Hiro. She went through a delinquent phase along with me. We used to terrorize that school. Good times, hehehe..."

"Damn, you weren't joking about that delinquent phase, eh. I've got your number," He laughs, disbelieved. "But I don't have any room to judge, as I did the same thing. I just didn't expect this to be one of the many things we have in common, haha."

Tomori lowers her head a little, eyes fixed as she tends to the frying pan where the onions are browning. She then dips the pork strips into the spiced mixture, stirring vigorously, the flames fanned by the cooking sake, which Okubo is a little nervous about. He even takes a step back.

"H-Hey, sorry, I promise I won't meddle anymore, you don't have to try to intimidate me with pyromania techniques, hahaha...!"

"What- no, that's not it," She shakes her head quickly, taking the frying pan away from the heat. "I'm not mad, I'm just…," She hesitates a little, looking up at him shyly. "I'm just wondering if it changes something for you. In the way you see me, I mean..."

This makes Okubo relax, though not completely. His expression softens as he moves closer again, his expression a little more serene.

"I already said it don't. Again, this is you, isn't it? It's just that I was really curious about what you told me just now... about the things I said in that documentary getting you through that phase," He scratches the back of his head, sort of forgetting that his hands were full of onion bits. "Was that time so complicated for you? For you to think that talking more about it will make me think less of you..."

She sighs a little, closing her eyes briefly. She turns her attention back to the frying pan, and for a second, Okubo thought she was going to ignore him and signal with her silence that the subject was closed. That is until she starts talking.

"It's complicated because, now that I think back, it seems so ridiculous and childish… although at fifteen or sixteen, you're expected to be ridiculous and childish," She gives a humorless laugh "Remember I said I had other aspirations? So... when I was younger, I wanted to become a professional fighter."

"What? Seriously?," He leans towards her, his eyes widening even more. "And why didn't this dream of yours go ahead? I remember that I asked you that day at the market why you didn't learn some martial art..."

"Yeah, you asked. And I couldn't answer you," She nods. "The truth is that I tried to learn, in the last year of middle school. You know how much I am passionate about martial arts, it runs in the family and comes from way back, when I was a little girl... so I decided that I wanted to be part of this world that I loved so much. I begged and begged my parents until they agreed to let me practice judo at a dojo that accepted women. The girls in my class were about my age, and I was super excited. I thought I was going to make a bunch of friends, that I was going to become a judoka like no other, that my fighting career was going to take off... until the third class, where I gave up, bawling my eyes out because my shoulders were killing me after being thrown mercilessly onto the mat by the other girls during practice.

"... Oh," Okubo hisses a little through clenched teeth, sounding pious. "Yeah, judo is no joke, whether for guys or gals. But you could’ve tried with another style, like jiu-jitsu. It's actually a well-recommended martial art for women.

"I know, but my bad experience on that first attempt kinda broke my spirit. The truth is, Naoya, I'm a freaking coward. I hate getting hurt and feeling pain. I hate getting beaten," She gives a mortified smile. "Which is kinda absurd, considering I was always getting into fights in high school. I think anger was a tremendous fuel."

"You're not a coward! Holy shit, how can someone who faced a whole gang of brats like you did be a coward?," He protests indignantly. She shakes her head.

"Having a survival instinct is not the same as being brave. And thinking that I wasn't brave enough to live that childhood dream of mine saddened me to the point of making me go down a bad pathç She turns her head to the side, unable to hold his gaze. "That and several other factors, such as the demands from my parents, my envy of my brother who was a model student and the star of his high school baseball club, how they saw me as inadequate because of things that weren't my fault, like the color and texture of my hair. .. all of this kind of threw me into a self-destructive spiral. I skipped classes, hung out with people who were no good, got into fights... the worst of them was when I fought with another girl over a boy, can you believe it?," She makes a face, the corners of her mouth quivering in a clear attempt to hold back laughter. "We were both liking the same guy, and you know how teenagers are… holy shit, it was a hell of a catfight! I even hit her in the face with a baseball bat, I almost got expelled from school afterwards, hahaha!

"Holy fuck, woman...," Okubo stares at her open-mouthed; the mental image that that brought was too surreal for him to be able to register properly. "I'm glad you weren't armed the night I pissed you off! You were going to leave me scarred for life, just like this girl must’ve been!"

"Yeah, now you know what I'm capable of," She says, half joking, half serious. "But relax, she's fine, and nowadays we're the best of friends. It's not just you fighters who make friends after beating each other up, see?," She made a V with the fingers of her free hand. "Anyway… that time was very difficult for me. I knew that my parents were worried and disappointed, I knew that my fame was spreading, that if I continued like that my life would be over, but I didn't have the heart to try to change, to improve... until I watched your interview, in that documentary."

She finishes frying the meat, turning off the heat and turning to face him. Okubo feels a strange shiver run up his spine at the sight of her intense expression, the glint in her eyes that almost made them look teary, the slight flush that colored her cheeks. Something small flapped against the wall of his stomach.

"You spoke about your belief that race has no influence on a person's ability to be good at something with so much conviction! You said you were good and would prove it to the whole world, and so many people doubted you. So many people accused you of being arrogant, of being a loudmouth with a giant ego, there were even some westerners being racist pieces of shit on the forums. And none of that shook you, none of that stopped you from going out there and proving them all wrong," She clenches her fists against her chest, her voice getting louder, heated, passionate. "It was your dedication, pure and simple, that got you where no other Japanese has gone. You told all those idiots to shut up and watch you fly, and you did! I could only remember everyone telling me that I was a disappointment, a troublemaker, that I was never going to amount to anything in life... and that's when I found the strength to do like you and prove that all of them were wrong about me. I could grow up, be someone, fly like you did! And if I couldn't be a fighter... then I was going to show all my love and admiration for the martial arts by supporting fighters with all my might,  cheering with every victory, taking that energy you exude and using it to chase after dreams I knew I could achieve. And that's why I love everything that involves the world of martial arts. Because this world gave me the strength to fight for myself, even if not in the same way that you do."

She stops talking at last, breathing a little hard, taking in his dumbfounded expression. And then she turns very red, playing with her fingers shyly while giggling in embarrassment.

"Ahaha, I'm sorry, I talked much! When I get excited about something, it's hard to shut up..."

But she didn't didn't know that, for Okubo, it was okay. Because the last thing he wanted was for her to shut up.

He remembered when he first met her, how sweet and adorable he found her, a delicate flower that seemed to be the kind of woman he always wanted as an arm candy; a pretty thing for him to display at press conferences as one of his trophies. A time that felt like it was ages ago instead of just over two months ago. And two months was enough to find out how wrong he was about her. And how glad he was that he was wrong.

She said how his words, spoken in that documentary, had swept her away. But she had no idea how enraptured he felt by her at that moment, by the intense passion in her voice, in her convictions, how he wanted her to keep talking because he loved that iron strength behind all the silk, loved the bravery she doubted she possessed, loved how she managed to be fierce without losing her sweetness, loved everything about her, he loved her...

... Oh. Ooh, shit. He was fucked, wasn't he? Holy crap...

... And at the same time it felt so obvious and so, so wonderful to be fucked like that, because of her. How could it not be? As he looked at her face flushed with embarrassment, the hue not fading even as she rattled on, he couldn't think of anyone who was easier to love.

He never had the slightest chance to resist it, right from the start. And for the first time since becoming a professional fighter, with a name and a reputation to uphold, he didn't feel the slightest urge to resist, either. Falling in love with her was easy, it felt good, and he wouldn't try to fight that feeling.

He just didn't know if it was mutual. And how was he going to explain to Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda that this was no longer a simple attempt to get a laid, which was no longer his priority. Damn...

“…you always say you like to hear me talk about the things I'm passionate about, but everyone has a limit on how much litany they can take. And I'm going to think I've found yours if you don't answer me now," She kept whimpering, mortified, and that wakes him up from his daydreams. "Come on, don't make me feel more embarrassed than I already am…!"

"… Why are you embarrassed?," He asks finally, surprising himself by managing to speak in a casual tone, instead of a dazzled one. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're amazing, you know that?"

She stops chattering, blinking, mouth half open. "M-Me?"

"Is there anyone else here besides us? Damn...," He laughs low, approaching and reaching out to gently touch her face. "And you say you're a scared crybaby... you have to have a shitload of courage to recognize limitations and do what you can with them, you know? I'm very happy to have been an inspiration to you, but the willpower to change your life came entirely from you, ok? Don't take away your own merits, miss."

"Oh...," Her eyes twinkle again, in that way that made her look like she was about to cry. She moistens her lips with her tongue, the corners of them curling upwards. "I'm- I'm not… it's just that I was very frustrated for not being able to carry out that dream of mine, and that's not exactly amazing..."

"It is for me, because you didn't lose that passion within yourself, even with those frustrations. It just gave you another purpose, and now you fight in your own way, every day, one batch of cookies at a time," He jokes, to which she laughs. "Congratulations, Uta Tomori. You managed to turn your idol into your fan."

She bites her bottom lip, seeming to be vibrating with happiness as she touches his hands, which were still caressing her face. Sh close her eyes.

“Hearing you say that is almost like a dream come true, you know? But in my old fantasies, I heard it with the fervent admiration of a fan..."

"And now? How do you hear it?"

She opens her eyes, fluttering her lashes a little before turning her face to the side and kissing his left palm.

“I hear it like someone who really, really wants to kiss you right now."

And he doesn't hesitate, bending down to reach her mouth. He was going to have back pain at that rate, but doing that to her was definitely worth a few physical therapy sessions.

They finish making ginger pork and then they eat it (it was delicious, like everything else she made, dammit, he was one lucky son of a bitch!), talking little between one strip of fried meat and another. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was cozy. He, a chatterbox who couldn't keep his mouth shut for more than five minutes, was perfectly content enjoying this silence with her.

After dinner, she invited him to sprawl out on the sofa in the living room with her while they searched the Netflix catalog for an interesting movie. He was relieved that she hadn't suggested they go upstairs; he definitely wouldn't be abe to get in the mood for that night. But he still had that urge to be close to her, which was also unheard of.

Being like this with a girl, curled up on a couch with no perverted thoughts crossing his mind, just enjoying the warmth of the moment… holy shit, if that wasn't love, he didn't know what else could be.

"Hnnn… today has been a busy day…," She murmurs low, her eyes a little heavy as they are fixed on the television, her head snuggled into his chest as he lazily rubs her back. "And kinda emotional too. Sorry for being tired..."

He understood what those words implied without her needing to elaborate. "Sorry I'm too tired to do things that are more physical and involve less clothing with you." And surprisingly, that relieved him.

"It's fine, Tomori. I'm kinda tired too, the week was busy. I just want to be with you, that's all."

She smiles, closing her eyes "Me too. Then, if you feel like it, I'll show you the rest of the house."

"Fine be me. I'm especially curious about your crafts room. By the way, I wanted to ask..."

"What?"

"Will I ever be able to see you painting?"

She pouts, looking to the side while blushing a little. "Do you really want to? It's pretty boring from the outside."

"Not if I'm your model. How about it, huh?," He raises and lowers his eyebrows playfully. "I'll bring you a bouquet of roses just to pose with one of them between my teeth."

She laughs, pushing his face to the side. "No, I'll be laughing like an idiot and I won't be able to concentrate, hahaha!"

"Laughing at your idol like that, right on his face? And she still calls herself my fan, hunf..."

"I'm your fan, but not blind about it anymore," She lifts her chin a little. And then she smiles, stealing a peck from him. "And you prefer it that way, don't lie."

Oh yes, he sure did. He could never do those things with a blind, fanatical Tomori. She wouldn't have thought herself worthy. And he wouldn't have known her so well to want to go through all that with her. If he hadn't wanted to get to know her better...

Yeah, curiosity killed the gorilla, indeed. And thank God it did.

NEXT CHAPTER

[crispylilworm]

FINALLY finished Cyberpunk 2077 main storyline, and I can definitively say that it's one of my top if not my absolute favorite game of all time. I know I'm super lucky that I first played after then major 2.0 update so I am not harboring any hate about the initial release because I was simply not there lol. I beg you to give it a chance if you walked away the first time.

The world building, the story, the detail, the humor, the heart - literally everything about it was so cool and so immersive. Normally I just play games and make decisions in the moment, but I loved planning out my build and testing out the best weapons and mods. I got so into the roleplay aspect of it too, finding myself thinking "V wouldn't say that" even if I wanted to see where a choice led - if anything it made me super excited to do new playthroughs choosing different paths.

I waited to do Phantom Liberty until I was at the "point of no return" in the main game plot, so the past few weeks have been me just going through the most insane and fun missions straight through the end of the game. I'm a bit of a sidequest-Sally but I personally enjoyed rolling up to all the fights way overpowered because I did the legwork to make it happen lol. Next time I'm excited to challenge myself and just focus on main missions and better fight strategy.

My first playthrough was like 120 hours and I did Streetkid origin, Netrunner/Edgerunner build, romanced Judy, and went for the whole hometown hero/rebel path with my choices. My next playthrough I am 100% planning a Corpo run with a melee build - TBD if I run away to the Nomads (and Panam lol) or go full evil Corpo bootlicker, so I'll have to see how that plays out.

I was maxed out Cyberdecks with RAM and had the best Quickhacks, there was nothing more satisfying than blowing up enemies with my mind (T5 System Collapse being non-traceable is actually broken OP) or using different distractions and baits to manipulate NPCs how I wanted. I had the Oracle optics to see enemies around walls and plan out my stealth attack accordingly. However, failing to stealth and ending up in combat was never disappointing - I had high Reflexes with my Int/Tech build so I could still air dash to an enemy to meet them with my shotgun or Gorilla Arms. All the options were so incredibly creative and fun, it's no wonder I was obsessed with sidequests.

Spoilers below for the rest of my monologue:

The endings I got first playthrough:

Main: The Sun

PL: King of Wands

The Sun: This ending felt so right for my V carrying on the shared dream with Jackie on that failed mission to become a legend of Night City. I finished most of the side character storylines, include all the Johnny missions, so it made sense to end it with Rogue. I felt bad getting her killed, but I had the feeling she had accepted that fate going into the mission - the same way Johnny came to terms with his situation and gave himself up for V in the end. I like to think V goes on to make Johnny proud, wherever his engram is in Mikoshi or beyond the black wall with Alt

King of Wands: I knew that my V would always support fellow Netrunner So Mi in my playthrough, but having to kill Reed made me very upset. He was giving me no choice! I actually immediately savescummed to try another option and then Reed shot V so I felt less bad returning to the original playthrough lol. I loved how there were no "right" choices in the DLC but man my heart

I'm the type to play it through by heart and then research the rest of the options anyway to see how it could have turned out. I have like 20 save files at critical choices/cool scenes so I can replay or try something different next time.

Apparently I'm primed to get the secret ending? I now know you need at least 70% with Johnny and need to wait like 5 minutes on the ending rooftop dialogue scene. I had 85% with Johnny - how could I disagree with him, the rockstar-terrorist Keanu Reeves in V's brain? I thought it was funny how forums were all asking for advice how to get to the requisite stats but I just simped for Johnny the whole time so I guess I achieved that easily lol. He was morally aligned with exactly where I wanted to take V, so now I just need to replay that dialogue seen and see where it goes. I actually have no idea what the secret ending entails I just now it exists

Some things I did not enjoy or didn't get in to:

Sandevistan: I think this is the coolest combat feature in the game but I simply did not use it in my first-playthrough build. It's the main inspiration for me wanting to do melee next time

Beat on the Brat: I simply was not in to becoming a boxing star. Even when I do a replay, I am not convinced I would give it a try sorry <3

Vehicle combat: I'm not actually sure how much of this was a 2.0 update, but I didn't feel compelled/did not have the build to really even try it out. I've seen some videos of people using swords on motorcycles so hopefully I'll try that next playthrough

River romance: I liked the mission with his sidequest but I HATED that you had to sit through cringe romance scenes with him. V and River had zero chemistry, it was actually so uncomfortable to have to sit through some of that "flirty" dialogue to get it done

The Badlands: I skipped a most of the missions here solely because it mad no sense for my Streetkid/Netrunner V to be gallivanting around out here. I loved a lot of characters out here but wanted to save it for a next playthrough

Vehicle contracts: If I started PL earlier in my playthrough, maybe I'd go for it. I just had no desire to go for them

I'm still in the phase of listening to lore/easter egg videos on Youtube and the content still feels endless. Using quick-travel options literally feels dirty, there's so much to find just driving around or exploring on foot. I don't think I'll every delete this first playthrough even, when I go through replays, just because there's so much I keep and keep uncovering. Night City definitely makes me want to check out Witcher Wild Hunt or anything else CD Project RED puts out because I love what they were able to put out with cyberpunk

[viscerasmoothievents]

Recap of 2023/12/03

Woke up very late (~2pm) because I kept going back to sleep probably because my brain decided to try and protect me from the inevitable stress from the world pretty much collapsing in on itself, and my grandma got mad at me

Revised a character I made in Koikatsu Sunshine, and tried to make Franziska von Karma

Watched some of The Click and some other shit on Youtube

Rocked back and forth to half Jubyphonic's cover of "Dream" by Circus P

Then my grandma got mad at me for not taking a shower (This was ~10:30 PM) when she had reminded me before my rocking session

Then I decided to waste more time by opening up a few quizzes wondering if she was abusive (Guess who was getting upset? /rhetorical) which made her more angry

The I went to the bathroom because she threatened to take away my electronics if I didn't get in the shower before she got me some water

Then after washing my hands I sat on the bathroom floor, almost crying for a plethora of reasons

And finally I came out of the bathroom, asking her if I could try to take a shower the next day

She did ask what was wrong with me when I came out of the bathroom, but it was because I didn't take a shower despite being in there for about 30 minutes, not because I was upset.

I absolutely left shit out but oh well. Don't expect these to be all in one post btw, I'll probably write an initial post and then reblog it throughout the day, with these being reserved for when I forget to do that or stuff that happens while I'm at school (Don't bring my phone to school, and even if I did I'm not allowed to have it anywhere other than my locker, so that would be absolutely pointless).

Anyways here's a funny gif I have on my phone to add the illusion of more content:

ID for the gif: [Image of Donkey kong being zoomed in, with him blinking twice while it's zooming in]

Bold text:

Koikatsu Sunshine is an eroge game made by Illusion (Or whatever they call themselves now) with a 3d character creator element, implied for usage in CharaStudio or Story mode.

Franziska von Karma is a prosecutor from Ace Attorney, debuting in the second game, Justice for All, specifically case #2. She has silver-blue hair, white skin, grey eyes, and wears a black vest with two large blue diamond-shaped buttons, a white shirt with puffy sleeves and cuffs with two square(?) blue buttons, a tight black skirt, fishnet(?) stockings, and cuffed boots.

The Click is a YouTuber who voices over Reddit posts, going over subreddits such as r/Insane parents, r/Main Character syndrome, r/FacePalm, and r/NotLikeOtherGirls. He also occasionally streams on his YouTube channel, with those usually being for merch launches or games.

JubyPhonic is a music artist who's famous for English covers of songs like "Miss Wanna Die". The song I was vibing to, "Dream", is a cover of a vocaloid (Presumably, I've only listened to Juby's cover of it) song made by Circus P in collaboration with JubyPhonic (Don't quote me on that though, I'm 90% sure I got that from the comment section on her video)(Vibing refers to me rocking back and forth in the same chair I broke doing the same exact thing).

Donkey Kong is a character owned by Nintendo, first debuting in an arcade game also called Donkey Kong. He's a gorilla with brown fur and beige skin, along with a red tie with his initials, DK, inscribed in yellow (Inscribed basically means written btw). I'm too lazy to Google what his eye color is but from the gif I posted it looks like it's black so yeah.

This took me like an hour to write lmfao.

[your-hotdog-husband]

3:45 am: I'm shopping the Safeway app for gluten free foods after taking my ambien. This is always the worst time for me to be on my phone. I heard recently that gorillas at the zoo get so fixated on people's smart phones that it's become disruptive to the whole... "gorilla experience." Signs have been put up in some cases, asking patrons to please leave their phones in their pockets. They should lend (well, rent, realistically) camera lens attachments that allow you to hide your phone while taking pictures. IDK how this idea really could be executed. This is the worst time of night for me to be on tumblr. What is likely to be even more disruptive for some folks is the metal detector being proposed for San Diego Zoo's Gorilla World exhibit.

My wife is snoring like a... hound with allergies and sleep apnea. So... I'm gonna raid the kitchen. I left a slice of gluten free pizza in the toaster this morning. The crust was too soggy, even though I baked it almost perfectly. I'll either check the instructions or try using a grate or whatever on top of the bacon sheet. I know I said bacon. We rarely rarely eat bacon. We don't keep any in the fridge. We'd end up finishing it before the week is over. But now I'm thinking about a bacon sheet. We'd cook our six slices in the morning for breakfast or brunch, and then use the grease for baking something. How about... quesadillas? Pizza. Grilled cheese sandwiches. Oh, chicken! Right? Add it when grilling some lean hamburger patties. See, this is what happens. Around 2:30 am, an app should lock up my phone until I've had at least 7 hours total of solid, real sleep. Or it's 9am, whichever comes second. I really shouldn't be on my phone at this hour. I really am liable to say anything. Well, I've never turned nazi, and I've done this quite a lot over the last couple years. I wonder how many people fancy themselves having absolutely no nazi qualities, but once you pump them with ambien (zolpidem, generic), they throw around racist epithets, talk about elective enthnic cleansing for parents-to-be. Neuro-conforming, blond haired, blue eyed babies, tall and muscular, smart but not too smart. Well, I'm talking about it. I don't like it. I'm against it. I'm only bringing it up to illustrate how creepy it is. See, if you make your white clone army too smart, they might overcome their nazi indoctrination. Especially the women. I'm not being sexist. I'm a man, and most of my best friends are men. See, I'm mentioning sexism only in context of not engaging in it. See, there are inherent differences in humans due to differences in testosterone levels. It's not so much that testosterone makes us stupider, it just makes us more suggestable when we are amorous and after experiencing sexual pleasure, and for much of the time in between, as long as one isn't amorous for too many hours, in which case we become too irritable and distractable to influence. We're more likely to fumble about and break things in a desperate attempt to do something productive in the garage, kitchen, or office. Or we'll be in the bathroom with the door closed for a while, trying to remember the hair and style of a classmate in 12th grade, along with any of their unusual facial expressions, particularly involving their lips and closed eyes. Oh, don't forget the tongue. She (or he) always let their innocent facade slip. But only to be funny, but then again not that funny. The humorous delivery was just an excuse for an awkward double-entendre, still out of character with her good girl style. I wonder what kinds of guys she hooked up with at City College. I hope they weren't all douchy. Maybe she stuck to good Christian boys at campus fellowship, or from Bible camp. Did they make out in the boating shack? Go to third base or 3½ in the back room of the nature center?

I'm quite peckish after looking at sausages and many other foods on my phone. My wife's done snoring, bad timing as always. I hope the one sad little slice of pizza does the trick. I'm out of lunch meat.

[lorecatchup]

Idk man, I'm starting to think Stardust doesn't actually fuck, not yet anyway?? but I'm pretty future Stardust definitely fucks, I wonder what the turning point is

He's like, very Cute and very Flirty (when he's not being feral and violent) but like, the only person he's ever really like that with is Goldust lmao and like, he's still got this kind of like, innocence about him??? Kind of like any horniness is accidental?? We haven't seen any like, Peak Stardust Horniness yet, like the "sexual" part of his whole "sexual and violent" thing hasn't /really/ come into play at all?? Like he's hinted at it some but like I said, it almost feels innocent idk idk I'm /very/ interested in what kicks off that side of him though 👀👀 who's out here bringing out the sluttiness in Stardust 👀👀 or it could literally just be Cody's influence lol idk

Like he was so shocked and like, almost offended when Goldust made that dudes love his ass joke and like, seemed kind of taken aback by Mark Henry grinding on him like, idk I don't think he fucks lmao I think he might just be a silly little guy who's slowly learning about human sexuality before our eyes

He is starting to get a little fruitier though lol

Which is a shame because I don't think Seth is seeing anyone rn and he's super fuckable atm and like, what a waste, he's got a hate thing going with Randy that's pretty horny but, I don't think he's getting any from anyone 😔

Literally lol like, I can see Seth calling/texting Cody in a moment of weakness (because he fully just thinks Stardust is just Cody in face paint) and getting Stardust instead and like, thinking 'idk maybe I'm desperate enough that I can work with this' but after a little bit of trying and getting literally nothing in return except for space facts and silliness, goofiness even and just being like, actually nvm

A Barbie moment of like "u up? come over" and getting a genuine "to do what? :)" in response

I do know Stardust learns what a handjob is at some point tho lmao

This Seth maybe 👀

Omfg, okay wait, the finger touch thing he does which can "impregnate people on Nebulon" he does it with Goldust and kids in the audience so it's not a sexual thing but in that one interview he did a few months ago where he does it with the guy interviewing him and because of the guy's response is like "you might be pregnat, I don't know, I don't know!" is it because he literally doesn't know lmao, like how human sexuality works lol because that's very cute

Creating life together being seperated from romance or sexuality on Nebulon is such an interesting idea

Like I know humans do that with doners and stuff but it's still intersting as like, the norm

[the-firebird69]

There are other things happening and I say that our son and daughter did a great job they saw the warning about the gorilla helping the others and his gorilla warfare and he thought about it for millisecond and shot it out to jet li and he did the work a while ago and he was giving the warning by the max and he picked up what it was and they're upset and they shouldn't be riding on themselves but they are part retard

Gu Oya

Yeah we see the problem we shouldn't tell anybody anything you're telling me it's doomed and stuff and his people and apparently it is a method that can be used on us effectively so I was stupid to do but we did it and it was us

The macs

There are things happening here and we're going to list them off and Shaw county

-people are assigned to do repairs on the roofs because they see it's raining and raining and raining and they have some leaks and it's going on this one has not leaked yet but they sort of fixed it put a bunch of holes in the roof but that's how it goes they have to remove it pretty soon

-there's a few other things happening the people who are doing the maintenance don't want to do it anymore and they said it these people don't appreciate it they don't like what we're doing and how we're doing it and it is half-assed we're too tired to do it I'm getting very old very easy and they told Stan that today this is standing there staring at me because I'm staring at him and he says I'll never back down he's singing code then he said this there's no reason he should he just keeps telling what I'm doing wrong and we don't want to do the job so Stan says come back here and we'll talk about it there's no use getting really angry and flipping out on everyone it's a show that takes a lot of energy my son said that stand why not save it for me so stay inside laughing I said by the time you get here you'll probably be charged up a little and he started laughing and said this is great he said the pot roast over there and also he says I haven't taken him there Josh darn it one of the things going to work well how many of us do we have to fight. So he's going to talk to him about it for real just gently and trying to work something out to get something done and it's kind of funny cuz they're trying to get it and now they're getting it I don't have the pot roast and stream the s*** out of me I have nowhere to live and it's going on now 30% success rate or less Stan is saying 20% or less and Jason and Jackie predict around 25% or less due to their stinking attitude they're approaching the target area now they haven't left yet so it trapped here soda soda and we have other things happening

-they're about 50,000 people on the way here now but they're going out to the first ring. It is 20 households and they are going to cause problems and it does look like they left yes and they didn't do anything really just secured the top a little made more holes it's kind of aggravating and it looks neater and it looks stupid these people that are going out to the first ring or wanted felons and the government here even the people here and put warrants on them and they are going to go after them today it's just a matter of time before they're put away and these 20 people are sought after every day and the people and they couldn't give a rat's ass and stuff like that and my son says I help make wooden ships that fly Right through The shield if you don't know what to do with it maybe you're doing the right thing and he said I don't understand what you're saying I said why is it Swahili he talked to some people and says very valuable to us we don't want you talking to him that way or harassing him because how does it get done then he says we don't do that for a while and he does something help and what you're doing is like this backlash he says you have to kind of let it ride and hope nobody gets hurt and he says I can't stand this anymore that's what it is he's trying to apologize you're kind of waved a little. He's walking by again and you're looking down so you got it. Is going out to the car and he sees Brad and says you're push to it and we can't stand you it's okay we cover I'm going to get him to do the job that hateful son of a b**** she's quite a liquor on TV people can't help it. You smiling said I wonder where she is now so I was chasing him around a little so watch out for Dan is making the bike so he ran after someone else oh yeah it's a different bike he said you son of a b****. So he sees what he's doing he says I can make mine work he goes out and gets the finest steal for the rear end and our son says it's cuz you want to be a hard ass and the clones want them and they're a bunch of freaking assholes and the Max and you can't get past them and they started laughing and said they can't do anything just sitting here paralyzed the whole place now they're just full of s***.. and that's what it is and diphtheria and other stuff. But things are happening here and they're putting out special warrants for people who are going to attack and that's the first ring and they're organizing people out there and they're going out there to the outskirts to arrest them and they have a teams out there now and their parent military police

More shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[system-of-a-feather]

We never really had an issue with shaving (it also kind of itches our trichotillomania brain in a mostly-healthy way) but did find it a bit of a drag and even before the TranSaga we only really shaved when we felt like it, but these days with our gorilla legs and arms, slicking up and becoming clean shaven is honestly a lot more enjoyable.

Like honestly if you look at any of our "self portraits" most of us have long hair / longer hair and we used to be heavily protective of our hair before we butchered it off in the early TranSaga to help in the exploration and have kept it selectively short (mostly save for specific parts inherent in the style) since due to a combination of our trich brain making it hard to handle the middle stages and just because it we didn't have shit to weigh out our Gender TM

But honestly we are once again trying to over power the Trich brain so we can have that mane back.

It's honestly really kind of funny though when people who don't know how I see myself assume I'm this like, mohawk having hyper masculine biker man - cause very much no. I have breath in my aesthetic and style, but I'm a lot more leaning towards street fashion and dark / light (white) academia than I am straight up Biker Dude Bro.

PERSONALLY Sephiroth is top tier gender goals /hj

An ironic, wild, and paradoxical thing about transitioning for us and our brand of nonbinary is that the more I properly go transmasc the far far far more comfortable AND less resentful I am expressing femininity

Cause specifically in terms of nonbinary I unironically feel the best gender is "male bird" cause theyre extravagantly flamboyant, often smaller, have matching sex chromozomes (ZZ) but are still "male" - but in more human terms "femboy" and its honestly both fun and funny ngl

But shit also makes figuring out gender stuff annoying cause YES Im effeminate and ya know boobs and shit are probably neat sometimes but also HM

[amethysttribble]

The threatened Gintama x Kidnap Fam Crossover

None of you thought I was serious

Written with the intent that you can understand it without knowing Gintama, but who knows. Enjoy the Samurai vs. Aliens found family.

Elros is thirteen, and he is a samurai.

Or, well, at least he intends to be. One day. Those prospects aren’t looking so good, though.

He lives with his cousin, Gil-galad, in a run-down, empty dojo, working part-time just to keep the lights on and the debt-collectors away. He’d say things haven’t been good since their foster-father, Cirdan, died, but that wouldn’t be true. Things haven’t been good since the Amanto arrived, descending from the sky in their spaceships with their space weapons and their space ambitions.

Since the war that followed, that the samurai lost. Samurai like him and his family.

Since before Elros was born.

Gil remembered a little of the before-times, but he didn’t talk about them much. Memories of his parents were just as none existent as Elros’s memories of his, but Gil had something in his past that haunted his nightmares.

Cirdan could never really tell them where they came from either- or maybe he simply wouldn’t, Elros often thought bitterly these days. They were simply war orphans; unwanted, unneeded. 

So to was their way of life. Cirdan left them drowning in money problems when he died, brought on by keeping alive a dojo that no one would attend. Why would they?

Carrying a sword was illegal.

Frankly, the whole things a mess, and some days, Elros would like to lie down in a ditch and not get up. 

That was how he felt when the Amanto he was serving at work shoved him to the ground and spat on him. Stay down, don’t get up. What samurai pride did Elros have? He did not even have a sword.

And then Maglor stood up.

Maglor is a samurai

He is the son of a samurai, the brother of samurai, a student of a once much renowned school of samurai. 

After the invasion... after the war, that is a hard business to be in. It is made worse, Maglor must admit, by the blood on his hands and the role he played in that war. 

But that was long, long ago now. 

Now Maglor makes do by plucking his shamisen on street corners, and when that does not make do, he does odd jobs around the city. People have taken to calling him that: Odd Jobs.

He is not on the job now, he is eating at local restaurant where he likes the desert, and there’s a kid with an odd look about him who serves him.

The black-haired boy’s face seems a little too long, his skin a little too pale and... shiny. There is something about him that sets Maglor’s hair on end, makes him twitch towards his sword.

But the war- the war is over. And in their desperation, they had made mistakes with Amanto kids before. Maglor had to live with that now.

If this kid was some humanoid alien, or a halfie, or even just wore body glitter, that was not Maglor’s problem

The big, doggish Amanto in an embassy uniform who shoved that kid to the ground, though-

That shouldn’t be Maglor’s problem either, he was supposed to be keeping a low profile.

But the Amanto spat and the kid was near crying, and all Maglor could think of was fire and the face of his littlest brother as it all-

Frankly, it wasn’t Maglor’s fault he drew his wooden sword and cast the diplomat down. He was possessed. Had he not always been possessed, the Musical Manslayer?

If the wannabe samurai kid followed him out the door as he ran from the cops, that wasn’t his fault either.

Beating up the debt collectors and taking the kid off his over-worked cousin’s hands, though, that was definitely on Maglor.

Elrond is an Amanto, as they call them on Earth, but also the son of a samurai.

He hasn’t been on Earth very long. He only arrived recently, coming in search of his father. Papa had been gone for... years. A really long time. Since before Grandmother and Grandfather died, even.

Elrond wasn’t quite sure where to find him, but Earth seemed like a good place to start. 

The mother he’d never met might even be here.

It wasn’t hard to get to Earth, all he had to do was offer his services to a couple of human merchants. They were always looking for Amanto to use in dirty business, especially the kind Elrond was.

A Yato, even a half-one, even a child-one, was scary.

Elrond did not like fighting- and his cousin said that proved he was weak, that he really was just half- but it was so easy to beat up all the people he was told to, it was laughable.

Not killing them was the hard part.

It got him to Earth, though, and Elrond was free and clear!

At least he was right up until he realized he didn’t have any idea what to do to survive on earth.

That’s how he got mixed up with that gang. He didn’t mean to, really. It’s just that they had food and he was so hungry he felt like he could die. No where around here had enough food for a yato.

After he ate his fill, though, Elrond left. How could they stop him after all?

Guns, it turns out, hurt.

Motor bikes do not hurt, but when you have been shot, being run over by a wannabe samurai and his wannabe samurai apprentice also hurts.

They hide him, but Elrond thinks it’s mostly because they don’t want to be arrested for vehicular manslaughter

After he stops bleeding out and his eyes adjust in their little apartment, he realizes that might actually be because he looks... exactly like the samurai apprentice.

Except for the ears, really. Elrond has pointy Yato ears. ‘Elros’ has human ears.

But as Elrond struggles to sit up and looks at the Earth kid- a samurai like Papa, Papa was an earth samurai- some horrible suspicions started to creep up.

What was going on?

Maedhros is a joushishi. Some would call him a terrorist. Others a freedom-fighter. He prefers samurai.

His brother calls him delusional. Says the war is over, but Maedhros knows it’s not. It won’t be over until the Amanto cretins leave their lands and return what was stolen.

What Maglor has to say about Father and the cost of pursuing the silmarils be damned. 

Damn Caranthir too, on his massive amanto ship, off in space, seeking money and tools and other frivolous things. He abandoned them.

Damn Amras, where-ever he was, slipping quietly, unremarkably away, their phantom sixth brother.

Damn Curufin and Celegorm and their other revolutionary cell, their horrifically insane minions, their horrible ambitions and methods. 

Damn Arafinwe and his children and their Imperially sanctioned school, while theirs... while theirs was burned to the ground.

Damn all of them, really. Damn Fingon and his police dogs.

Maedhros hates them all now, hates how the war has twisted them insane or away from their goal, hates that he has been abandoned. He hates himself as well.

He knows he is a monster now, the Noble Youth of Madness as they named him. He’s comfortable with living like that.

He only goes crawling to Maglor because he’s not likely to make it back to base otherwise. It is a small mercy that his brother takes one look at him bleeding out on his mats and doesn't kick him out.

It’s a nightmare when Maglor scolds him for cursing while his side is stitched up with, “Don’t wake the children!”

“The WHAT-”

Maglor has two kids in his house, one a burgeoning samurai, one an Amanto, and they look weirdly similar. The boys are investigating something, themselves, but it is blindingly obvious there is something more going on.

“You’re mixing yourself up in something dangerous here,” Maedhros tell him, but Maglor doesn’t listen.

He never does.

It is only natural then, that he comes back every now and again to check in on his brother and the possible Amanto spy he is letting sleep in his living room.

Only natural he takes an interest in the education and training of a young samurai.

Only natural that he keeps well apprised of what the little Amanto is investigating, and maybe help that along a little, just to see where it leads.

And during all this, Maedhros, most assuredly, does not grow fond.

[davidsdussy]

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This is gonna be a Lil sumin. I was wondering, what would be some of the stupidest and funniest or even sweetest things these boys do? Welll let's find out. HAPPY NEW YEARS

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Foul Language, just them doing stupid shit

sexual themes and smut AND FLUFF!

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David

𓆩 𓆪 David can be silly and goofy too, its not always serious we all know this. Man has natural crack hidden up his ass some here and its in there deep... Can't even reach up with ya foot.

𓆩 𓆪But one of the funniest moments with David is when he was minding his business. All up your sugar walls with his cock, no shame in the world. Just balls against booty, and Marko had threw a pizza into the slide of his face. The crazy part is how David didn't notice Marko's presence behind him. You watched as the pizza slowly slid down the side of His face and land in between your chest/boobs.

𓆩 𓆪 David was PISSED! But you? You laughed. It was too fucking funny, even with him balls deep inside you and a pizza on your chest.

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!"

"Whoa calm down no need to get so hostile. I just thought I add a little Italian spice to your bedroom."

"MARKO!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

Dwayne

𓆩 𓆪This serious big teddy bear is goofy too..mostly quiet but once you come at him with fun time such as poking him and saying you didn't do it a bunch of times.

𓆩 𓆪 so here you were poking him as he reads on the couch. Repeatedly! Once he was annoyed enough he'll just simply grab you hand and kiss it.

𓆩 𓆪"You done?" he'll chuckle at you. You see dwayne has a hell of a lot of patience I like to think even more so than David. Once you shrugged and claimed it wasn't you, he'll say"Oh yeah?" And then that's when the fun starts.

"MERCY! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHA!" Your laughter filled the lightly dim lit hotel. Be pinned under the long haired giant of a vampire, being tickled brutally. "Yeah? Gonna tell the truth now?" He'll smirk down at you as you nod "Alright alright! I'll stop poking ya!" You yelled out and smiled up at him before sitting up and kissing his cheek.

Paul

𓆩 𓆪we all know this man don't have hidden crack up his ass...he got crack in his peepee 🙄That mf goes up randomly and who better than you to go to for help. He'll always hug you from behind and rut against you slowly as he whispers filthy things in your ear.

𓆩 𓆪He's just restless, always grabbing for you but he can't help it. Not when you're standing there doing nothing looking all pretty. Even just your voice alone turns him on.

𓆩 𓆪You love paul, never the less. You'll do anything for your sweet puppy. But today you weren't in the mood. So you got an idea, Paul is a menace we know this. even his jokes be heartless a little. So..you did the unthinkable..

A rumble erupted on Paul, and he froze. Did you just?....did you just fart on his erection?!?! Instant turn off, whyyyyy!? "WHOA BABE, you could've warned me!"He backs up and whines. "I'm so sorry Pauly! I didn't m- pffft hahaha" you laughed and grabbed your lower abdomen from laughing so hard. You could hear David from across you two. "That wasn't an accident she's lying" he smirks trying to instigate."Y/N!? Is this true?!"

Marko

𓆩 𓆪Oh man...you thought Paul was bad. Wait till you hear how him and Paul were planning a prank on David. Nothing like annoying the true high king of skyrim.

𓆩 𓆪so here they were. Waking up early at tonight just to piss off the hanging human bat with crocodile feet. Paul started off by poking David awake. Like it was a serious problem happening

𓆩 𓆪Little did little David know...he's always gonna be the butt of their jokes...no matter what...

"DAVID! WAKE UP! MARKO IS HURT PRETTY BADLY!" David woke up quick, both concerned and pissed about what was going on. "What do you mean he's hurt?! What the fuck happened?!" Once he got his gorilla grippers off the ceiling and started running down the hall with Paul. And there Marko was..bleeding on the ground, panting and reaching out dramatically"it hurts.." And David was over there in seconds! Wait, oh no...he didn't get nowhere because the mf slipped on some oil Marko put on the floor purposely. Sending David sliding across the ground and into a wall. "PAHAAHAHHAHAHA!" The loud howls filled the hotel as David got up growling and slapping Paul and Marko in the back of the head. "YOU LITTLE SHITS!"