#I like the idea of everything being new and eco

[on-the-clear-blue]

So yall know that the League of Assassin's are like, an eco terrorist thing right? Well I just had this idea.

Sam, coming into Danny's room and just face planting on his bed: Ugh...

Danny, who was sleeping, awoken as his friend who had gone missing 6 moths ago flopped onto of him: OH SWEET-NOCTURN IF THIS ISNT REAL I AM GONING TO SOUP YOY SO HARD...

Sam, reaching up and slapping her hand on his mouth:Shhh, less screaming, more sleeping, escaping murder cults takes more energy than I thought.

Sam produces to pass out and sleep for three days straight.

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Tucker, lookingnup from his PDA: so...you joined what you thought was a peaceful protest and some how ended up in a eco terrorist death cult of assassins? I mean...shit now I have to do something interesting...

Danny, choking on his drink: Nuh uh, your the normal one Tuck, I died and now have a magical girl transformation and Sam got kidnapped by ninjas and somehow even more bad ass, you...you can still get out of this and just be a normal person.

Sam, nodding sadly: Yeah...don't conform to our standards Tucker, be your true, weak little boney self.

Tucker, sniffing:I am so going to not do that.

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Just the idea that Sam not only got League training but also got out is hilarious to me, like yeah, that is the kinda bs that would happen.

Alsoni can just see her dropping random lore shit.

Sam, bored as the boys study: Did you know thst the Demon Head dunks himself in corrupted ecto? Yeah it's gnarly man, didn't taste good.

Danny, going to speak before pausing and thinking, before sighing:Yeah I would have licked it too.

Tucker, frowning as he finishes his "Evil invention-enator": You both have so many issues.

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Sam, trying to teach Danny the basic league hand to hand:Come on dude! It's not that hard!

Danny, falling flat on his ass after not even touching Sam: Ow ow ow...fuck yeah it kinda is!

Sam, rolling her eyes: If not only the Demon Heads six year old grandson can learn but also Ellie? You can too.

Danny, mutterinf under his breath before pausing completely:ELLIE? What was she doing with a murder cult? I thought she learnt her lesson after the last one!

Sam, shrugging before putting kicking at Danny on the floor: I don't know she was following a guy around who was catatonic, said something about being angry at him for not answering her pen pal messages or whatever, I was more busy training to really care...like you should be doing!

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Years later Sam is joining Danny and Tucker in Gotham, Tucker because he was scouted by both WE and Lexcorp, he wanted to choose the evil company because poorer work place regulations and the likely hood of him getting a powerbost was much higher, but was bullied by his friends/partners into choosing WE.

Sam, coming to the R&D labs late one night bringing Tucker dinner so he doesn't starve working a late shift, blinking as she sees a short boy sneaking out of the lab: Biraeam? (Sprout in Arabic) what are you doing here.

Damian, blinking right back, experimental tech Bruce has yet to clear for the field clutched under one arm and the blueprints for a new type of explosive batarang in the other: Manson...I-I could ask you the same.

Sam, raising an eyebrow and staring down Damian: bringing dinner to my husband...who works here...and I can only think that you do not. So I ask that you put those things you have down and tell your bastard of a grandfather not to step back in this place.

Damian, eyes squinting, he hadn't been around his grandfather for ages at this point but still felt offended at her tone: I don't think I will.

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An epic fight produces where they both try not and spill/destroy the things that they are carrying until either Tucker or Tim find them and explain everything.

The everlasting Trio gets invited over for dinner (mostly because Bruce is a paranoid bastard and dislikes thst one of his employees is dateing/ is partners with an ex-LoA member) and it's a bit of just pointing at each other and shit

Sam, slamming her hands down on the table as she stands: Kindly Mr Wanye, Shut the fuck up, I know your batman, we all fucking know it so if you are going to try and interrogate us at least do it properly!

Danny, sipping his wine: I mean...I-I didn't know but I um...haven't been paying much attention to the bat dude...Rag man is cooler.

Sam, glaring:And you! Fucking Ragman? You can do so much better.

Danny, offended for his hero: Oi! He does good work!

Bruce, frowning as this night has gotten away from him: He kills people.

Sam, waving over at Bruce: Exactly!

Danny, rolling his eyes: Exactly she says, while having a kill count that's still growing, Exactly she says when she was the one that pushed that oil tycoon off the 50th floor.

Sam wincing,: Maybe not in front of batman babe?

Danny, looking over to Bruce that is looking ready to fight: Shit...imma call Tuck and tell him to start packing...

[arrimorr]

Alright,

A base lore info about my setting.

Most of it was yapped away through the asks already, but I decided that it's still worth to organise this stuff in a coherent manner. This text also doesn't really touch on the character's arcs and their relationships with each other. This is more about the wider setting.

SHORT VERSION:

Tginf is a horror roadtrip game I'm planning to make. Embark on a terribly convoluted forest car ride with different local creatures hitchhiking your car.

EXTENDED VERSION:

The main character: You (are going to) play as the Nameless, a 20+ year old without a name, a concrete gender or any understanding of who to become to avoid getting crushed by a closing in adult life.

The forest:

The forest they got unlucky to travel through is a strict eco system. Everything not useful to it gets digested by it. Literally slowly disintegrated to at least feed the soil. At least this process takes some time.

The feudals:

Luckily, the forest road is ruled by three higher beings that can save unlucky travelers by giving each of them a useful (in their opinion) role to play.

The names of the feudals are:

the Oxygen, the King of the road, the Mine.

You can easily envision their domains if you split the forest space in three layers. Everything above it, everything that is on the ground, and everything below it. Every forest entity that the Nameless encounter serves one of them.

Because their territories are literally stacked on top of each other, the three don't get along particularly well and have been in a territorial conflict for centuries. For feudals, acquiring new followers through picking up the lost and stranded is another way of getting new resources in it.

The specifics of each feudal and their individual followers:

The Oxygen:

The Oxygen is physically invincible and, because of that, she never had to rely on anyone in her existence. This had a big effect on her personality. Unlike the King of the Road and the Mine, she doesn't really NEED to pick up lost and stranded to make new followers. She can create servants out of thin air, like she did with the Dummy*. She picks up travelers for her own amusement, since entertainment plays a big factor in a lot of her actions, and because the King and the Mine are invested in collecting them.

Her followers are:

The Dummy,

the Diver,

the Time Seller.

* The Dummy was created as a jab at the King of the Road's second hand - the Knight.

* The Diver is there as a statement of ineffectiveness on the King's ruling manner. He does the same type of job his followers do, but unlike them, his mind was in no way altered or modified*

* The Time seller, despite previously being human, was made into a tiger, because the Oxygen wanted to see what would happen if she fully dehumanises somebody. She likes experimenting like that.

The King of the Road:

The King of the road is very physically fragile. He needs protection, and, despite his rather gentle demeanor, time made him paranoid and fixated on the idea of control. He collects the followers to avoid any new and unpredictable variables appearing in the forest.

Through trial and error, he came to a conclusion that love is the greatest source of loyalty and motivation, so he tampers with his followers' brains to make sure they love both him and the work he gives them.

His followers are :

the Tenant,

the Radio host,

(Sorry, don't have a proper picture of her yet, since her main way of communication is...well...radio, and because I ran into Tumblr's picture per post limit, I decided to cut what I had of her imagery away)

the Knight.

*The Forest is full of eldritch, sentient and, most importantly, hungry places, such as the House, the Radio Tower and the Grand Lake. The King aims to station his followers in them, so they also stay in his area of control. The Tenant and the Radio host view their designated places as if they are their marriage partners. They love them, they provide for them.

*The King also prefers to take his time before taking a new follower in. After all, the more he waits, the more the traveler gets digested by the forest, allowing the King to rebuild his new follower to his liking. Sadly, the opportunity to wait long enough rarely presents itself because of the Oxygen and the Mine interfering all the time, thus, the only follower he got to fully reconstruct from the state of blank meat was the Knight. This made him the most predictable and by extension the most trustworthy being in the forest to him.

The Mine:

About a year ago I watched a documentary about mine workers. A part of it was dedicated to the fact, that, in case of that particular mine, people should have been working inside of it 24/7, otherwise the tunnels were guaranteed to slowly become toxic. What caught my attention was the way they spoke about it. They said something along the lines of "otherwise she would start to suffocate". And that unexpected personification never left my mind ever since.

SO, the Mine in tginf sufferers from a constant lack of oxygen, and starts to gradually suffocate if there's is no one performing the maintenance work inside of her. The problem is - she is toxic, thus none of her followers live particularly long inside of her. Which places her in a constant struggle to get herself the new ones. She lets some of her followers out on the road only for one purpose - to promote the service to her to the new travelers. Followers like that are all called Pr agents. Out of the three feudals, the Mine is the most reliant on others to survive.

Her followers are, you won't believe it:

Pr Agent 117

Pr agent 121,

Pr agent 124/178 (the number changes depending on the story route)

*None of them lived long enough to meet the other.

I also made a voice claim post some time ago, you can check it out to feel the characters too

And Incomplete Character relationship chart :]

[fan-a-saurus-rex]

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Plot: You’ve had a crush on Rhett Abbott since you were a teenager, but you’ve held back the feelings, suppressed them. One night a Carnival, that all changes.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Reader

Request: No, but my requests are open 🖤

Warnings: None

Masterlist

You knew you shouldn’t have feelings for Rhett Abbot, but you did.

He didn’t have a great reputation. He was a bit of a loner, a bit of a screw up, and he’d pick a fight with anyone if an opportunity came up. But there was something about him that made you think he wasn’t really all that bad.

You wondered if his “bad boy” persona was all an act to cover up his insecurities or hide the fact that he had real feelings. He was never a jerk to you, always polite, maybe even a bit shy.

Your family had been close with the Abbotts for most of your life, Royal basically taught your dad everything he knew about ranching and how to be practical and eco-friendly in the process. Despite your parents being good friends with the Abbotts, you hadn't been close with either of the brothers, at least not as adults.

Your family’s ranch was much smaller, but it paid the bills, along with your mom’s business downtown. She owned a small shop that sold locally produced goods like honey, cheese, eggs, and syrup, all of it produced on your ranch. Occasionally she’s have baked goods for sale and sometimes handmade crafts.

Cecilia Abbott would pop in from time to time to pick up eggs and honey, often with little Amy in tow. Today was one of those days.

“Morning darlin’, how’s your mom doing today?”

“Morning Cecelia. Mom’s doing good, she’s out back sorting through the store room if you’d like to chat” you said smiling.

“I’ll catch up with her later, don’t wanna impede on progress” she said, knowing how much your mom liked things tidy and organized “I’m just here to pick up some eggs, and maybe anything new you might have in”

You smiled “a dozen eggs it is!” You said smiling “mom and I brought in some homemade brownies if you’re interested”

“I do love your mom’s baking. I’ll take a few brownies home to the boys” she said smiling.

You smiled and gathered everything up “and how are you today Miss Amy?” You asked the young girl.

“I’m good!” she said smiling "are you coming to the rodeo tonight? Uncle Rhett's gonna be competing" she said smiling

"Maybe" you said, getting goosebumps at just the mention of his name.

"You should join us, Rhett would be happy to see you there" Cecelia said grabbing her bag and paying you.

You nodded "okay, I'll um…I'll see you there"

"see you then dear!"

They both left the shop and you let out a breathe you didn't realize you'd been holding.

It wasn't that you didn't want to see Rhett tonight, you did. It was just that you shouldn't want to.

* * * * *

Later that night, after tending to the chickens and ducks, you showered and got dressed to go to the rodeo. It was a hot night and you weren't in the mood to wear your usual denim shorts. Instead, you opted to wear a light sundress, that way you wouldn't be sweating the entire night. You slipped on your boots and went outside to your truck.

Your hands were clammy and shaky the whole drive there.

This was such a stupid idea. You shouldn't even be going tonight. But honestly, you'd do anything to get a glimpse of Rhett, even if he was on an angry bull holding on for dear life. You found it oddly sexy to watch him in his natural habitat.

You shook away the thoughts as you pulled into a parking spot. You noticed Perry and Amy at the concessions buying popcorn and walked over.

"Hey" you said softly

"{y/n}!" Amy said happily.

"Hey there Bumble Bee, didn't expect to see you here tonight" Perry said smiling his usual friendly smile.

You tried to refrain from rolling your eyes at the nickname. It sounded cute, but the story behind it was definitely anything but. As a kid you were spending time on the Abbott’s ranch one day with your dad. You were admiring Cecelia’s flowers when you got too close to a beehive and ended up getting stung. You cried your eyes out while Cecelia patched you up in her kitchen, Rhett and Perry teasing you about the puffy mark on your arm where the angry bee had gotten you. After that they called you Bumble Bee to tease you. Over time as you got older, the nickname still stuck, but now used more out of endearment rather than teasing.

“Amy invited me” you said “I didn’t have anything else to do so I thought I’d stop by”

“Nice, well you’re always welcome to sit with us” he said smiling.

You nodded and followed him back to the grandstands.

You were greeted warmly as you sat down with them, Amy insisting on sitting next to you so she could share her popcorn with you.

“You’re just in time, Rhett’s up next” Cecelia said smiling.

You looked out at the familiar sight before you. You’d been here so many times throughout your life, seen so many of your friends get injured falling off bulls or horses. You’d also spent a lot of time gawking at Rhett, but you’d never admit that.

You caught a glimpse of him getting ready behind the gates. He grinned at you when your eyes locked and you thought you might pass out.

What were you even doing here?

You practically held your breath as the gates opened, hoping Rhett didn’t get hurt tonight.

To your surprise, he didn’t. He came out unscathed, actually beating his previous record.

You followed his family down to greet him, watching as they all congratulated and hugged him. You stood behind. What else were you gonna do?

Soon enough his eyes landed on you “Hey Bumble Bee” he said in that deep voice that made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“Hey” you said smiling “congrats on beating your record”

You wanted to hug him so badly in that moment but thought better of it. To your surprise though, he actually hugged you.

“Thanks, I’m glad you’re here” he said as he held you close. All you could smell was the scent of sweat, the body wash he used, and something just unique to him.

It was intoxicating.

You pulled away from the hug to avoid melting into him. “Well Amy asked me to come so I thought I would.”

“She told me. Said maybe you’d be my good luck charm tonight, guess she was right” he said smiling.

You couldn’t help but smile back “happy to be of service” you said.

It went silent between the two of you until you spoke up again. “It’s um…getting late. I should be getting home. Got work tomorrow” you said.

He nodded, looking like he wished you’d stay, but you had no business being anywhere near him. “Okay, I’ll um, see you ‘round then?”

“Yeah, of course” you said, giving him a quick hug again before heading back to your truck.

Your skin felt like electricity the whole way home. You could still feel his touch.

You were doomed.

* * * * *

A few weeks had gone by and the town was going to be celebrating the beginning of the summer season with a big carnival. Rides, food trucks, carnival games, a petting zoo, and a small stage had all been set up in a huge field.

Your friends were all too eager to drag you there, stating that it would be ‘just like it was as kids’. You’d ride some rides, pet some goats, win silly prizes playing ring toss, and eat way too much fried dough. It actually sounded like fun so you met up with after closing up your mom’s shop.

As usual, the carnival was lively, and even bigger than it had been last year. The familiar smells of roasted peanuts, popcorn, and fried dough, brought you back to your childhood.

You and your friend rode on a few rides, including a town favorite called The Raging Bull. It was a ride where you sat in cars that whipped around quickly on a track, but also spun independent in a complete circle.

You squealed and laughed with your friend Katie, who you’d shared a cart with. You hadn’t felt so free and happy in a long time. You were all still laughing as you exited the ride, when a familiar face caught your attention in the distance.

Rhett.

You stopped dead in your tracks and your friends took notice.

“Oh come on {y/n}, you’ve been crushing on him since we were 15!” Katie said, nudging your shoulder.

“You know I can’t do that” you said.

“Why not?” Your friend Shelley chimed in. “He’s single and despite his reputation and outwardly attitude, he’s actually a good guy. Just let go for once”

You sighed and looked back up at him to find he had been looking at you.

“Go get ‘em girlfriend” Katie said, walking off with Shelley and your other friend Cami.

You walked over to where Rhett was leaned against a picnic table.

“Hey” you said quietly

“Hey”

“You bring Amy here tonight?” You asked

“Sorta, Perry did. He just dragged me along” he said “was kinda hoping I’d see you”

“Why?” You asked.

“I mean, you ran off the night of the rodeo and I haven’t seen you since. Thought maybe I did something wrong. Wanted to apologize” he said.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just been…busy” you said. You were lying of course. You’d been avoiding him like the plague. You wanted to distance yourself so far from him that your feelings would just disappear.

Unfortunately they didn’t.

The distance did nothing expect make you long for him more.

He nodded “well, we’re here now. Might as well make the best of it. Unless you’d plan on running away again” he said grinning.

“No, I’ll stay” you said smiling. Maybe spending a few hours with him wouldn’t be so bad. It wouldn’t kill you at least.

“Come on” he said leading you over to the carnival games. You decided to play one of those games where you have to shoot water from a gun to fill up a balloon. You smiled and shit one eye to help you aim. When the buzzer sounded you pulled the trigger and tried your best to focus on the target. Of course Rhett was really good at this and ended up beating you. You smiled at him and gave him a high five. He picked out a blueberry themed cow stuffy and handed it to you with a boyish grin on his face that made you weak in the knees.

“Thank you” you said, your cheeks turning slightly pink.

“You’re welcome, a cute animal for a cute girl” he said

Now you were full on blushing, your cheeks so hot you felt like you’d been in the sun all day and gotten a sunburn.

“Shut up” you mumbled, punching his arm gently.

Eventually the two of you decided to go get a snack from a local food truck. Rhett bought you two an ice cream sundae to share. You sat at a quiet table with him, eating and making small conversation.

“Why don’t we hang out as much anymore?” Rhett asked out of the blue.

“Oh um…I don’t know” you said.

“We used to be close as kids but, by high school it was like you didn’t want to be around me anymore” he said. He actually looked a bit hurt about it. You had no idea that it has affected him that much.

“I guess, we just grew apart” you said shrugging.

“Or you just outgrew me” he said “it’s not like I didn’t try talking to you in school. You just seemed uninterested in me, still do”

You sighed. Should you tell him the truth? That the reason you stopped talking to him was because you developed feelings for him but knew that you two were no good for each other?

“I just…” you started, then bit your lip unable to say the words.

“You what?” He asked, leaning further towards you from across the table.

You didn’t want to but you looked up into his dark blue eyes and tried to force the words out “I realized that…I liked you, a lot. And I knew weren’t good for each other so I kept my distance.” You said “and then you started getting into trouble after high school and I didn’t want anything to do with the guy you’d become, even though I knew deep down it was all just an act to avoid coming to terms with your feelings and past mistakes”

He sighed “really, {y/n}?” He said “that’s why? That’s why we stopped talkin’?”

You didn’t say anything.

“Look I might not be good at confronting my own feelings but I never once denied the ones I had for you” he said “I’ve wanted to be with you since we were 12 years old”

You looked back up at him “really?”

“Yes, so when you all of sudden didn’t wanna talk to me anymore…it broke me, you know?” He said “thought you were givin’ me another chance when you showed up at the rodeo the other night, but then you ran out on me”

“Rhett…” you said softly “I didn’t run because I hate you. I ran because I still like you and I’m stupid enough to think I shouldn’t”

He smiled “you can’t help who you fall for Bumble”

You giggled “no you can’t” you said “maybe I was just meant to be hung up on you my whole life”

“Maybe” he said smiling as he traced the contours of your cheek with his finger.

You smiled, then noticed something in the distance. One of those old time photo booths where you’d insert a few dollars and get four 2x2 photos. “Come with me” you said smiling taking his hand and dragging him over.

You inserted a dollar into the slot then dragged him into the booth, closing the curtain. You smiled for the first photo, stole his hat for the second. The third picture was of the two of you looking at each other. For the fourth picture you leaned in and kissed him. Just the way you’d always wanted to. It was soft and warm and everything you’d ever imagined it would be. His hands found their way into your hair and you got lost in him.

When you finally pulled apart he was smiling at you like you put the moon in the sky.

“Wow” you whispered

“Yeah, wow” he said chuckling as he leaned in to kiss you again.

In a few seconds you were interrupted by someone yelling from the other side of the curtain “hurry up in there!”

You giggled “we better get out of here”

He smiled and nodded, leading you out of the booth and grabbing the photos you’d taken. You smiled as you looked at them.

“We look cute together” he said

You blushed “you think so”

“Always have”

You smiled wider and leaned up to kiss him again. This time he didn’t hold back, even with everyone watching. You giggled when you heard your friends cheering in the background.

“Wanna get out of here? Go somewhere we can be alone?” You asked smiling.

“Yeah, let’s go” he said leading you to his truck.

You decided that you were done hiding your feelings and you weren’t letting Rhett slip through your fingers again.

[squidwardisanoctopus]

accidentally remembered Maximum Ride exists and now I have Thoughts on fixing this mess

first of all 6 kids is too much for the main cast. Iggy and Gazzy get smooshed together to form an explosion loving 10 year old who is Angel's older brother. The experiments that resulted in Angel were first tested on him and that's why he is blind. He loves his sister so much but he is also a child and makes bad decisions sometimes. He sometimes clashes with Max about her leadership.

Max is our first successful hybrid and a proof of concept. It took a lot of testing to make Max work, but once they knew she was going to survive long term, the lab began developing more variations of bird kids based on her. She is Dr Martinez's biological child but all Dr Martinez did was sell her eggs in her 20s with no knowledge of what would happen. Dr Martinez is an otherwise normal veterinarian. Max is visibly not white.

Fang is the second successful bird kid and only a little younger than Max. He is very loyal but not a natural leader and the process they used to make him is different than the one used to make Max and the other kids. This only becomes important later when the lab decides they want a breeding pair and aren't sure if Max and Fang could reproduce. He is Nudge's editor for HER blog, he himself is not interested in internet fame.

Nudge is a wannabe influencer. Max won't let her post her face, but she is an avid social media user and eventually learns to leverage her audience to her advantage by leaking secret science information and eventually begins posting about the flock as a unit to her adoring fans. Max hates this so much until it becomes useful. Nudge no longer hates herself, she just feels like a liar for having to hide who she is.

Angel is the "perfected" bird kid. She has extra abilities compared to the rest of them and Nudge and Iggy/Gazzy are considered failed attempts to create what Angel became. She gets preferential treatment by the scientists at the lab and is sometimes a shit about this. She also thinks shes better than regular humans.

All the bird kid powers are related to actual things real birds can do, such as mimicry and having an internal sense of where North is. Angel being telepathic is not a bird kid power but the result of the scientists testing out a new wave of enhancements. Max and Fang, being early successes, don't have a lot extra. Max has a crazy dive from her hawk DNA and Fang gets enhanced pattern recognition. Nudge gets her emotional sense, which is considered a failed attempt at telepathy, and Iggy/Gazzy has his mimicry but nothing psychic.

We follow a 3 book structure in which we gradually become aware that the lab they escaped from is not unique, but a branch of a secret monopoly company set on an eco-fascist takeover. All the kids were grown from eggs sold to evil "fertility clinics" by young women who had no idea what was going on and may or may not want to reconnect with their bird-progeny. The evil plot is that humanity as it exists is too disconnected from nature and corrupted by modern society, so we need to induce a global disaster to wipe out the population and rebuild with our mutant army. The Flock, having had to run and hide for their whole lives, are initially attracted to this plan until they make real connections to people like Dr Martinez and decide they can't let humanity be killed. There is a brief schism in the group over this but they all come together in book 3 to blow up labs and fight back. Ultimately, it takes Max's leadership, Nudge's exposing everything online, Iggy/Gazzy's love of pyrotechnics, and found family love to expose the plot and destroy the laboratories, while freeing mutant kids they meet along the way.

With the secrets exposed and a bunch of mutants released into the wild, Max and co. are now free to just exist without fear of being hunted. Max and Nudge both get to spend time with their moms, but the rest of the group were not wanted by their biological parents and bond with other mutant kids instead. Maybe they all go to school on a government grant or something. I don't feel like adressin the later books at this point this post is way too long as is

[zebaji]

Morro's Means to Make Money Pt. 3

Morro comes to Ninjago with one purpose in mind– Take over Ninjago by controlling the economic flow of the realm.

But he’s been trapped in the Cursed Realm for decades and Ninjago has changed to the point Morro doesn’t recognize anything anymore. So he hires– kidnaps– Lloyd Garmadon to help him secure enough money to be the wealthiest person and ghost in Ninjago.

An interactive S5 AU where I ask you guys to help Morro and Lloyd come up with SFW ideas to get money!

Part 1: How this mess started

Part 2: Robbing a bank

_-___- Part 3: Buying an Energy Plant Facility-___-_

“So what do you think?” The director of the energy plant that Lloyd and Morro have selected asks as they walk around the facility, examining the inner workings of the plant. Oh yeah, they also have a lawyer trailing after them, because apparently, there is a lot of legal jargon when it comes to purchasing companies. Which makes sense, but Morro and Lloyd are Ninja, not liars in sweet suits, so they had to hire a dude who could help them out.

‘I am not a ninja anymore,’ Morro reminds him, but the company director and lawyer dude– Mr. Oscar Alderman– are looking at him expectantly, so Lloyd plasters on a grin and nods his head.

“I think it's going to work,” he says as professionally as he can with a ghost in his head, mocking and criticizing everything in sight. “Ninjago deserves to be environmentally clean, and I know with all of the technological advancements we’ve had in the past few years, we really need to catch up in this part of the industry.”

Does Lloyd have any idea what he’s saying? 

No, no, he does not.

Is this director lapping up everything he is saying because he’s the Green ninja, and his Elemental power is quite literally energy? 

Yes, yes, he is.

In all truth, they picked this particular energy plant because it boasted a promising eco-friendly company that uses natural sources as a replacement for fossil fuels. They used a lot more big and fancy words than that, but Morro liked the premise at the time, so they’re doing this now.

Now the ghost is rethinking things as he commands Lloyd to ask for more wind turbines.

They get a tour of the many facilities before the director guides Lloyd and Lawyer dude into his office. He’d considered wearing a suit when they met with the company leaders, but then Morro cackled at him, so now he’s simply wearing his gi. It’s probably not professional, and Morro still won’t shut up, so Lloyd accepts that he’s never going to win and moves on with his life.

But it’s working because the director is beaming at him and passing Mr. Alderman some paperwork to sign. A half-hour later, Lloyd, and Morro, are now the proud new owners of the energy plant company, and if Lloyd can convince Cyrus Borg to lean on wind energy full-time, then they’ll have cash rolling in constantly.

But there is a problem– “And you know, obviously, I don’t want my uncle to know about this– he’ll think we’re trying to upstage him in the ‘being better for mankind’ business, so keep this hush-hush, you feel me?” Lloyd asks, and the director nods his head as if that was a totally normal request to make. 

‘It totally is,’ Morro reassures him, and now Lloyd knows for sure that he’s making a fool of himself and the Green Ninja image he’s managed to keep relatively in check for the past five years.

“Anyways, so because of that, it means we can’t put Lloyd Garmadon under the company’s name, since that’s us practically telling him what we’re doing,” Lloyd muses to himself. 

“What were you thinking?” Alderman asks, and Lloyd shrugs. ‘Put mine,’ Morro says in the back of his head, and Lloyd snaps his fingers, and grins widely at his lawyer. 

“Let’s do Morro!”

The director nods his head again, and Alderman scribbles something down on the pile of documents that Lloyd has just signed. “Okay, but Morro…what? We need a last name.”

“Uhhh…” Lloyd flounders, biting his lip. What was Morro’s last name?

‘Don’t have one,’ Morro dismisses with a scowl. 'Never needed one.’

‘Okay, well, now you need one. Pick a last name?’ 

“Uhh, you alright, Mr. Garmadon?” The director asks, and Lloyd realizes he’s been silent for too long.

“Totally,” he says, looking at the director and his lawyer completely seriously as if he didn’t have a ghost freaking out in his mind over something as stupid as a last name.“It’s just that picking a last name is super hard, and my brain can’t decide, y’know?”

‘Morro! Pick a last name!’ he hisses mentally and Morro shakes his head, frantically going through a list. 

‘Just say one! Just whatever you do, don’t say Wu!’

“Wu,” Lloyd blurts out, barely even having time to think about any words that came before it, and everyone seems to pause.

“But… I thought you said you didn’t want your uncle to find out,” His lawyer says slowly, while Morro screams in frustration. 

‘What is your problem?’ Morro demands, and Lloyd gives both people a completely exasperated shrug.

“You know what? I don’t care. If Wu has a problem with this, then I’m going to create a rival tea shop, have my ghost friend/ relative possess all of his potential customers, and have them come to my teashop.”

The director stares at Lloyd, looking awed and a little fearful. The only accurate reaction Lloyd should get when he starts using his old villain schemes.

Alderman just sighs, probably realizing that he was employed by a person with too much power, literally and now figuratively.

‘We are not relatives,’ Morro mutters, though it’s not as vehement as Lloyd was expecting. ‘But it’s a good plan– we should add it to the list.’

‘Yeah,’ Lloyd thinks, as he shakes hands with the director and wraps up the meeting. ‘But first, we gotta convince Borg to invest in this company.’

-___-_

Kai’s headache is only getting worse.

“What do you mean you had a student who was like a son to you?” Jay starts off slowly, but Kai knows his teammate enough to know that it won’t last that long. “But you told him that he’d be the Green Ninja, but it wasn’t true, so he left you and DIED?”

See? There it is.

Kai makes the decision to let Jay do all the screaming so that he can nurse this stupid headache without making it worse. He’d like to yell, too, but right now, all he can think is that he really shouldn’t have let Lloyd leave, not when his brother had told him about this ghost and money scheme. He really shouldn’t have thought it was a hallucination.

Wu is silent, holding his teacup like a lifeline. “At least Morro is helping Lloyd stop bank robberies?” He says weakly, and Kai thinks that’s stretching it a little bit.

“This brings up another question,” Zane interjects, scanning the note that Lloyd had written for the third time that day. “Why is Lloyd all of a suddenly wanting to obtain money? He’s never been like this before.”

Wu sighs, “I fear that may be my fault. Morro was obsessed with money, and I distracted that obsession by convincing him he was the Green Ninja. It worked until it didn’t. I’m sure my old student has corrupted Lloyd with the same desire.”

Four eyes bore into Wu’s beard. Wu did WHAT?

“What?” Jay demands out loud.

“You were… terrible at raising this guy,” Kai says incredulously, suddenly grateful that he and Nya had been raised by his village and not by Wu, who was legally his godparent. Would he have become a money-obsessed ghost if Wu had raised him?

“Uh, yeah, Kai,” Jay snaps, “The poor– literally and figuratively– guy is dead. You can’t get any worse than that!”

Wu, to his credit, doesn’t even look offended at that offense.

“Okay,” Cole rubs his temples, “We’re getting off-topic here. I think a better question to ask is why is Lloyd a security guard for the bank? When I worked there, they barely paid me minimum wage. Doesn’t seem like he’s getting a lot of money out of that.”

Nya walks into the room holding a tablet. “Uhh, guys? He’s not a security guard at the bank anymore. He somehow managed to buy a company plus a whole bunch of acres of land.”

The room goes quiet, and Kai’s head throbs.

“How?” Cole demands, “The bank couldn’t even pay rent, let alone a company!”

Kai has a sinking feeling that Lloyd was at the bank for more dubious reasons, but stays silent. Whatever Lloyd is doing, it better be for a great reason, because if not, Kai’s going to kill him.

Nya shrugs, “I don’t know, I just searched up Morro, and a guy that looks suspiciously like Lloyd popped up under the name ‘Morro Wu.’”

“He took my name?” Wu’s voice is watery, and Kai shoots him a bewildered look. That’s where their sensei was stuck on with everything they had just heard? Maybe it was a good thing Wu was retired– the poor guy was going senile.

“So Lloyd’s a businessman,” Zane says, “Or perhaps a better conclusion is that Morro is a businessman. What are our next steps?”

The Ninja go quiet. That was a good question.

[cryingpariah]

I love how one of the common pitfalls with Vegapunk is that in spite of him being a genius, he rarely actually thinks things through.

Like, he called his collection of scientists dedicated to 'world peace', which by the by consisted of a burgeoning dictator and two eco-terrorists, MADs.

Even though a lot of his inventions like the food machine or the island ac work fine and could be mass-produced by scaling them back a bit, no doubt helping the vast quantities of starving people in the One Piece world, he just hoards everything on Egghead and brands things that more or less work fine as failures because of his perfectionist streak until another idea pops into his head and the cycle starts all over again.

He couldn't put it together that his greatest vice sentience and a physical body would come back to bite him in the ass later on.

He gave the child soldier clone robots access to the Lineage factor of the six most powerful pirates and was shocked when it turned out they inherited personality quirks and memories from them two.

Dude rolled a nat 20 on intelligence but a negative 20 for wisdom. Which btw, Goodness and Wisdom were the two Vegapunk satellites who were taken out early on and if that ain't symbolic I don't know what is.

*slaps the top of Vegapunk's apple head* this fella can fit so much dramatic irony and hubris in him!

Vegapunk is sooooo odd to me. Everything about him is so oxymoronic it’s actually kinda baffling how Oda put everything that he did into this character. He’s all book smarts with absolutely no streets smarts and it’s almost sad to see. Everytime they showed us a decision he had made I was thinking ‘Okay…why would he do that though?’

From the creation of the Satellites (who makes robot versions of themselves that embody literal VIOLENCE AND EVIL and thinks things are gonna be hunky dory?) to the stuff with MADs (NEVER put more than 2 scientists in a room together or they’re gonna try to create a new element and jumpstart the end of the world) to making it so inanimate objects could eat devil fruits (I still want him to walk us through the process for that one causeeee 😬😬) to not joining Dragon and the Revs because they didn’t have the money to support themselves (which like I get it dude but like have a heart they’re trying to liberate the world).

The worst thing about all of this is you can tell he has a good heart, he genuinely wants to share knowledge and make the world better he just..keeps stumbling over that finish line. (Or mor accurately he stops midway through the race and restarts because he figured out a better way to run).

[calmcoldevening]

Just read the baby fever one and it was low-key cute and a good idea.

Charles Lee Ray x M!Reader (as gay dads head cannons)

If they somehow did manage to get a child maybe around Toddler age how would it play out like if there child was being bullied because of the gay dad stuff or basic things like how they would deal with the child scraping their knee or something

Parenthood || Charles Lee Ray x male!reader

• Charles is more of a part-time father or something like that. I would even say that he's a typical father from the CIS. He plays with the child when he's in the mood, takes care of them as much as his nerves allow, but most of the time, it's you who takes care of the toddler.

• Charles isn't used to this kind of responsibility, and he's quite hot-tempered. He's just the way he is, and he's not cut out for parenthood.

• But he really tries. He genuinely loves your baby, he just doesn't know how to say it out loud, but he's really trying to learn how to show it in an eco-friendly way.

• It would take him some time to get used to the new way of life and the baby itself, but he would be really happy to have a baby with you, your own little miracle. You'll have to take the "control" of your new family ship, because it's easier for Charles to follow your lead. He's quite quick to learn, so it shouldn't be a major issue.

• He would try to find a more peaceful way to deal with his anger, so as not to hurt the baby. And then one day you found them both in the baby's room. Charles was in a rocking chair, with the baby on his lap, and they were both asleep with a book about animals open on the floor. So you covered them with a blanket and left a small snack on the table for your little ones.

• In the end, with close interaction and a sense of responsibility, Charles realizes that things are not so bad. It's not an animal, it's not your sister's child who came and went, no. It's a constant that both of you are responsible for. And over time, he will even come to enjoy this sense of responsibility. Because this is your own little one.

• Over time, Charles would have started wearing clothes similar to your baby's. He just wants to be closer to your baby, even though he's not a young or modern parent.

• Charles would be the one to initiate activities like watching movies together or having family dinners. He wants to be closer to both of you.

• To be honest, once he gets used to the baby, he wants to make sure your baby has everything they need and feels loved. Your baby is special, and it shows in every way. For example, he consulted with the baby, what wallpaper they wants in their room or what color cereal they wants for breakfast (for your baby, he will try to paint pasta with food coloring in blue, just because your little one has a new fixation on a certain color).

• This child will be a real daddy's baby. The baby did not immediately determine who of you who is. It was "daddy" and "father" attempts, but you were constantly confused, then "Daddy Charles" and "Daddy Y/N", but eventually you learned to somehow intuitively understand which of you the baby was calling, so you're both just "Daddy".

• Charles wasn't too nervous about how the kids in his kindergarten or school would react to you two. But when your baby comes home withdrawn or crying, he's ready to kill. When you find out from the baby what upset him, Charles's eye twitches. "Why the hell someone cares who I'm fucking?!"

• In this situation, it's better for you to give him a small glass of whiskey to "get over it" and calm down, and try to calm the child yourself. The baby grew up with you in love and care, so they genuinely doesn't understand why their daddies are being called names. You should explain to them, based on their age, that love doesn't necessarily exist between a man and a woman, as it does in the fairy tales you've read. The key is to show them that the words of those children/adults are not true, and that their words do not imply that your child is bad.

• You will have to talk to the kindergarten/school staff or the children themselves. In the end, either everything will be fine, or you will just change kindergarten/school or city if you want the children to stay alive (and Charles is itching to wring a couple of fragile necks)

• Charles will teach your baby to defend himself. This one will have some basic knowledge about self-defense or even handling a small knife (just in case)

• When your child grows up, if their friends/lover asks them out for a walk (OR, GOD FORBID, A DATE), be sure that Charles is already following them with a gun in the bushes.

• For the sake of your child, he will go to school, to any parent-teacher meeting and straighten the brains of everyone he can. And if it doesn't work out, he'll just smash those brains on the wall. And then he will buy your child a lollipop and pat them on the head.

• Since early childhood, you have taken into account the choice and opinion of your baby, allowed them to do what they wants (within the normal range, of course), allowed them to dye their hair and so on. So you've grown up to be a healthy member of society with personal boundaries and incredible charisma (raising Charles, yes) Congratulations!

[crowfem]

•*Current Beliefs and Stances*•

hello and welcome to my blog! i am new to radfem but I am not new to feminism. i have been reading more and more and just want to put my beliefs and stances at the top of the blog. this will be updated as I learn and grow more.

note: if you wish to talk in comments, asks, etc. i will be willing to answer and listen as long as everything comes from a place of mutual respect and desire to learn/grow

‧𓍢ִ໋☕ ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

there is a fundamental difference between female and male socialization (especially in fundamental religious spaces!) sometimes i lean towards more misandrist views and live by “don’t trust a man until he proves himself”

i am anti-porn, anti-sex work, and kink critical as i know that these spaces can be used to victimize women and children. this does not mean that i think women should be attacked for being stuck in porn or prostitution and we need to work together to help uplift all women

i include men somewhat in my feminism as i know that the patriarchy harms and grooms young boys. my personal belief is that to stop the cycle we need to heal men as well. however, i will always prioritize women and their voices, writing, etc.

gender stereotypes need to abolished. women and girls need to know they can do and enjoy traditionally masculine things without being a man. vice versa for men and boys

i have a complicated view on trans discussions. i think my beliefs could be labeled as “truscum” because that is what i have been taught from the trans people in my life. while i may have some harsher views (such as how the idea of “passing” reinforces gender stereotypes and that gender non-confirming may eliminate the need to transition) i sympathize with those that have body dysphoria as i know how crippling that feeling can be and i do not wish for them to suffer.

i advocate for mental health care and services. i advocate for services for the homeless population. i see the inherent value of all human life especially when we are in community with one another

anti-capitalism and anti-war - this includes genocide and the fascists that attempt to take over our world and bodies

i center myself in a “eco” worldview instead of “ego” - this planet is our home and we all need to do our part to keep it safe. AI and the like can rot ‼️

i work in the education field and i aim to get my Phd one day. i believe that education is one of the aspects of true liberation

i am always willing to learn - i know i may be wrong on some things based on personal experiences and am open to respectful conversations

feminism MUST be intersectional. i have learned a lot of from the woc in my life about misogynoir and the differences we go through. all women must be free or none of us are

i have learned through my own life that medical professionals do not focus on women with any sort of medical issues - including but not limited to pregnancy, pcos, mental health issues, and much much more. any post highlighting this and research on it will be boosted here

no one is free from criticism, including me. if i post about something harmful or factually incorrect please let me know

extra:

i love to learn - i have lots of special interests besides feminism/social issues

media of all kinds (books, movies, tv shows, theater, etc)

writing! i hope to be an author one day and am greatly inspired by the women authors who have come before me

fantasy, dnd, and video games

animals!

aesthetics and art

lesbian history (proud wlw and love my gf 🥰)

that’s about it! i will be working on making a resource post to link to this in the future •*

[bodybeyondstories]

dicks keep growing around me - 6 (Ty)

Ty's generally unbothered by the unreal dick now swinging between their knees, yet still has to navigate everyone else's issues with it. They run into a fan at the park, have some workplace mishaps at the gym, and come up with a potentially irresponsible, definitely chaotic idea when learning more about how Myron's ability works.

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Also on Metabods

maleTF // growth // dick growth // self suck // nsfw

4284 words

Note: I was inspired to write like half of this chapter by this ask a few months ago (hope you like it!), then muddled through writer's block until it all slowly came together. Feels like somewhat of a transition / build toward something, but I have no idea what lol.

---

Those two really are meant for each other. 

I strolled away from the happy couple in search of a bathroom, trying to not make the heinous bulge peeking from the leg of my shorts even more obvious to the public. I was enjoying the delicate combination of summer heat transitioning from welcome embrace to oppressive weight, interspersed with rivulets of cool breeze wicking away the humidity at just the right time. A reminder that I could still get away with pretending that my exposed midriff was a fashion choice and not the result of this growth spurt cropping all of my tops for me. I was no longer in denial, but summer dragging on made it easier to hold off on having to figure out a new wardrobe.      

I had high hopes for the dick management system for that outing, opting for some cutoffs that sometimes gave the illusion that I had an ass, not that anyone was fooled. Myron had gifted me underwear from some brand that specializes in “unique proportions,” which I took to mean ridiculously huge pouches supported by a latticework of elastic. I was thankful that there was a customer base out there of what I assume is mostly pumpers and saline enthusiasts, making it possible for me to once again wear cute, quality briefs that weren't a ticking time bomb. There was no longer much hope of concealing the freak of nature extending from my groin, but the pouch managed to at least hold everything together, especially when shoved into my shorts and braced against the rolled up hem. Not that that would last long.

As the day wore on, the mixture of heat and sweat loosened things up, shifting the balance of flesh and fabric to make it near impossible to walk more than a few dozen steps without feeling those cool breezes brush against the exposed tip of my overstuffed pouch, nodding playfully out the bottom of my shorts.

Oh well, I thought. At this point it was long enough that people would likely make up any number of explanations other than the unreal monster dick weighing me down. I was less and less concerned about being too careful about the strangeness of my body.    

The bathroom was an eco-friendly partially outdoor situation, all earth tones, natural airflow, and compost toilet. Public restrooms had become an ordeal to say the least and I was grateful to see the gender neutral single stall with an inviting green semicircle above the deadbolt. I didn’t have to risk scaring the crowd as I hauled the python out of my briefs and let it hang in the air above the in-ground urinal, a pendulum swinging between my legs before being stabilized by its own weight. I locked my fingers behind my head, reveling in the moment of peeing freely, feeling the cool breeze wrap around my dick from behind, preceding the sound of the door closing and a muttered apology.

Shit, forgot to lock it, I thought, hoping whoever it was didn’t catch a glimpse of the meat swinging between my knees, clearly visible from behind. I reluctantly stuffed myself back into the pouch, relenting as it slid plainly into view below the hem of my shorts, and deciding to simply pretend not to notice it as I caught myself in the mirror.

I ducked back out the doorway, holding it open for the guy who had accidentally barged in, who instead looked up at me with an expression of deep indecision.

“Um,” they started. “Sorry if this is inappropriate, and totally feel free to ignore this, but are you MutantMenace97?”

I took a beat, caught off guard by the fact that my dick was recognized in public before my face was. “Right, my stage name,” I said with a nervous laugh. Someone clocking me from my cam sessions was rare, but not unheard of.

“Sorry if this seems rude or anything, but I just–my friends and I are huge fans. The whole growth story arc over the past several months has been so cool.”

“Ah, dope! Glad you like it.” The thing about your dick being an online presence is that your mysterious growth spurt ends up being surprisingly well documented, and after a while I could no longer deny or downplay the changes. So I leaned into it, providing updates, comparison pics, teasing captions about when or if the growth will stop. Once I started posting in the new underwear, the brand even put out feelers for a sponsorship deal. I had somehow become an influencer.

“You’re even taller than I thought you’d be,” he said, his eyes gliding up and down my figure, then resuming furtive glances at the heavy bulge distending my shorts, the tip of the pouch peeking out of the bottom. “I just…can’t believe it’s real.”

“A blessing and a curse,” I blushed. “And tricks of the light.”

“Will you be on tonight?”

“Yup,” I smiled. “Maybe I’ll see you there” I added with a wink before turning to head back to my friends. “Hit me up if you want some private content. Big discount!” He was cute. I was flattered.

As I walked back to Myron and Miguel, the massive bulge out of the bottom of my shorts was jostled further into view, bobbing along in the air with each stride. I was too tired of dealing with it to care. I accepted that these shorts may have to be retired as I accepted the dumbfounded stares of passersby, folding into a cross-legged sit with my friends, my fabric encased dick spilling out in the warm sun.

“You look like you had fun,” teased Myron.

“I met a fan,” I shrugged.

—

“You guys have been liking these briefs,” I said into my webcam, leaning back in my gamer chair, itself a gift from a generous fan. “30% off with discount code MM97, check the link in my bio.” My eyes lowered to my crotch, my hand caressing the fabric-clad mass nestled between my legs, eliciting periodic pulses of enthusiasm as my dick stirred to life. “Honestly, these are feeling kinda tight already.” I gave a mock grimace to the camera, reaching up to stretch and lifting my furry belly and overstuffed pouch more solidly in the field of view. “Might have to re-up soon, huh?”

MutantMenace97 was indeed on that evening. I wondered which of the usernames trickling into the chat room was the person I met in the park earlier. I should’ve asked, but still appreciate the mystery of it all. Maybe he does, too. They get to be no one and I get to be the main character, unencumbered by the perpetual work of worrying about, failing to control, or desperately trying to hide my dick. When it’s all out, standing proud from my groin, purple head leaving globs of precum on my lips, I’m free, unencumbered from the idea that my member was ever an encumbrance in the first place. 

I greet people as they roll in, making sure to shout out my regulars, one hand continuing to pet my prodigious bulge, then sliding under the fabric and moving along my shaft. My face scrunched in discomfort as I tried to make space in the overfilled pouch, eventually relenting and beginning to peel the underwear down, revealing inch after inch after inch of cock. The comments picked up. This was always a moment of truth for the new users who had seen my pics bouncing around the internet and didn’t believe they were real, realizing they were mistaken with awestruck reactions. 

Taking my sweet time, I slide them all the way off, curling up to give a peak at my taint before flicking them off my big feet. My dick bobbed in the air, growing longer and thicker as an erection eased into being. I settled into the lightheadedness as my body adjusted to the sudden transfer of resources to my giant prick, and made a show of moving both hands along the shaft, one covering the base and the other up near the glans, inches of space always visible between them even though my dick approached full size. It was impossible to cover the entirety of my monster cock with just one pair of hands, sizeable as mine were. They always got a kick out of that.

“Send me some love if you want me to suck it,” I smiled into the camera, nuzzling against my engorged glans. The comments, hearts, and most importantly, tips rolled in. I went to work.

The look of tension between concentration and ecstasy on my face as my lips parted to make way for my massive cockhead was always real. The now familiar but still gorgeous sensation still managed to feel new every time. The performance of it had taken some practice, but now I felt good enough to not look like I was wrestling a sequoia, working my head and neck up and down in an awkward attempt to deep throat a penis that had long ago passed that possibility.

Periodically I’d give myself a break and pull my swollen lips from my cockhead, hands continuing to meander up and down the shaft as I checked the chat box.

[So hot 🍆]

[it looks even bigger 😍]

[Nah, there hasn’t been any growth content for a couple weeks, right?]

[Yeah, i think they plateaued]

[Finally lol, it’s massive]

I tried not to dwell on this unfolding conversation in the chat, opting instead to return to self sucking and focus on the task at hand. I leaned back as my balls pulled up, preparing for the grand finale and making sure the camera angle was just right. I gave my slit one final indulgent lick, lapping up a glob of precum as my angry head glistened in front of my face. I worked the shaft in overdrive with my hands, my hips bucking in tandem as I brought myself to climax, shooting jet after jet of thick, ropey cum a few feet into the air. My head lolled back as I let myself fall into another seemingly unending orgasm, enjoying the few seconds of anticipation before my own jizz rained back down, covering my face and torso with the deluge erupting from my engorged penis.

I slowly came back down to earth, giving a blissed out, cum-covered smile to the webcam as I prepared to bid everyone adieu, catching the last scraps of commentary in the chat.

[Ughhhh what if they grew again 😩]

[could you imagine?? 🤣]

Over the weeks and months living with Myron, I had built up somewhat of a following in fantasy growth content, not that I had much choice. They clocked the extra inches I was adding before I did. So I leaned into it, doing comparison shots with rulers and lotion bottles, surreptitious bulge pics out and about, casual shots of my dick falling out of my underwear as I struck a relaxing pose in my chair. I had been roping them in with a tale of unexplainable, unwieldy growth hitting me below the belt, and they loved it.

And now, without my magical roommate, the engagement seemed to be evening out along with the growth. Not that I minded all that much, I had kind of just wanted this to be for fun in the first place. But the money from extra subs had been good, and the sponsorship deal from the underwear brand had made it possible for me to even get my own place. 

As I closed out of the cam session, I was met with my email inbox and a message from the underwear rep that I’d been trying to ignore. They were offering a not insignificant amount of money in exchange for a series of posts in which I outgrew and eventually ripped the pouch, even more if I could do it live. I hadn’t yet figured out how to explain that I’d have to turn it down because I no longer had a roommate with strange dick expanding powers. To be too much and somehow not enough.

—

I was too groggy to dwell on the situation at work the next morning. I curved my back into a full body yawn, indulging in the cracks of a few pesky joints as even more of my midriff was exposed behind a gym counter that wasn’t even high enough to hide the bulge distending my track pants. I risked taking my stretch further and pushing my waist just a few more precious inches before being interrupted by something small and plastic bouncing off my dick.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” I said to a bleary-eyed member attempting to swipe in before their flabber was unceremoniously gasted, catching the scanner reflexively while somehow keeping their eyes glued to my crotch for as long as possibly might count as a polite indulgence. They speed-walked to the locker room with far more liveliness than they had shown walking in, shaking their head in mild confusion.

“Do you mind?” quipped Dana, my coworker hanging with me behind the front counter to handle the morning rush. She set the scanner back in place with one fluid motion, shooting me a mocking death stare.

“What?” I shrugged. “Space is cramped, things happen. I’m not even wearing shorts anymore,” I added, eyebrows lifted in emphasis of the deep sacrifice I made in relenting to wearing solid black track pants so as not to create another morning spectacle.

“Yeah cuz you almost took someone’s eye out.” She shot her eyebrows right back then swung around to grab the top most crate from a stack behind the counter. “Now take this and restock the fridge, we need to clear out our inventory of these. We got ‘em cheap on surplus so keep pushing ‘em until we run out.” 

“GluteMax?” I read off the side. Didn’t they stop production on that?” I asked. “Some weird health issue?”

“Yeah, but they weren’t recalled, so we’re keeping them stocked until we sell out,” Dana said with a shrug. “They’ll probably rebrand in six months as a wellness supplement or something.”

“Hmm none of this sounds legal,” I said.

“But it does get gains. Which you could definitely benefit from.” She sucked her teeth and flicked her clipboard against my unimpressive backside.

“You leave my ass alone, it’s too early for this! And besides, I know a guy,” I said, winking at Myron as he strolled up to the front desk so Dana could pretend to swipe him in.

“I don’t know how you managed to cohabitate with this one,” she said to Myron with a shake of her head. “I can barely get through a shift.”

“Oh so he can stop traffic in some booty shorts but I can’t?” I asked, gesturing at the gym shorts painted onto Myron’s backside, already drawing the attention of the other gym goers.

“It’s different. And besides, it’s good for business.” Dana winked at Myron as if inviting him to continue on to the locker room before he also had to deal with the morning’s nonsense. “Can I interest you in a complementary supplement for your trouble?” she asked, pulling a bottle of GluteMax from the crate. “Rare formula, technically not recalled.”

“Don’t even think about it,” I snapped. “He’d become too powerful!”

“I think I’m good,” Myron laughed nervously. “And besides, I know a guy.”

“Is it the same guy?” asked Dana. “Can we hire them as a trainer? I’m not kidding.”

—

It was a slow morning, and before long I wandered away from the front desk to start making the rounds, cleaning machines, wrestling free weights back to their correct spots, cosplaying someone with a working knowledge of fitness. Dana, having gotten to work on time, got to control the playlist blasting out of the speakers that morning. I had my earbuds in in protest, just loud enough to ignore the sounds of grunting and the rhythmic clang of barbells against metal from some overzealous lifter who had settled into some sort of equilibrium with gravity, arms straining to hold the weight perfectly still in the air above their torso. 

Seems weird, but not my business, I guess, I thought. I kept it moving until their look of over-exertion turned to clear panic. 

“Um…help??” they exclaimed, finally catching my attention. The barbell had gradually lowered through the air to press down on their chest. This wasn’t some kind of tension workout but actually a losing battle against gravity.

I planted my feet on either side of the bench, not knowing what to do beyond an alert in my brain saying Get Weight Off. I was barely aware of how much I could lift in a pinch, but it definitely didn’t amount to the mass of plates on either side of the bar. The more I thought about my inability to lift, the more likely this person’s inability to breathe, and there was no one else to grab for help. It would have to be me.

With a rush of adrenaline I managed to lug the bar a few inches higher, my face contorting so suddenly that one of my earbuds wriggled its way out and fell through the air. People do this for fun? I thought in disbelief, frozen in a wide stance with only seconds before my upper half gave up. The rack, it needs to fall back onto the rack, I concluded, managing to not so much carry but guide the weight at the right downward angle back onto the rails, my arms screaming in complaint. 

I rested against the bar and took a beat to catch my breath and let the rush fade, noticing the slight tremor in my hands still white knuckle gripping the metal. Legs still straddling the lifter whose life I like to think I had just saved, I leaned over and peered upside down through my thighs to make sure they were still breathing. 

“Are you okay??” I asked, with a little too much volume in overcompensation from off balance music pumping out of the earbud that decided to stay put.

Their chest heaved up and down as they kept gulping air with less and less urgency, eventually managing to lift their head and string some words together.

“Shit. Thanks, I think I…” they trailed off as our eyes locked in recognition.

“You!” I exclaimed. “The guy from the park.” The angle was much different, but I’d know that cute face anywhere, even if it was actively recovering from a near death experience.

“Uh, yeah,” he smiled. “We gotta stop meeting like this,” his eyes flitting pointedly to the pipe running down my inner thigh, just inches from his face, still taking advantage of the adrenaline flooding my system to stretch out with excitement.

“Ah, sorry!” I blushed, whipping one leg over the bench and holding out a hand to help him up. He gladly took it.

“No, it’s cool,” he said. “You know I’m a fan.”

Butterflies. “I, uh,” I stammered through the heat filling my face, trying and failing to come up with something clever to say. “Fair enough.”

“Great show last night, by the way,” he said, his hands resting on his thighs and his eyes resting on mine. “Sorry if that’s not cool to say.”

“No, I appreciate the feedback,” I smiled, resting my hands on my hips in some semblance of confidence in the face of this adorable man, hinging my butt slightly to downplay the bulge that was showing no sign of going down.

“I’m Kai, by the way,” he offered.

“Ty,” I reciprocated. “Also known as MutantMenace97,” I added, rolling my eyes.

“Ty’s cool. And it rhymes,” he intoned, smiling to himself. “Also, I think you dropped this,” he said, holding out my earbud.

“Nice catch,” I joked, letting my fingers linger as I plucked it gingerly from his hand, my eyes catching his once again, searching for something to say.

“Well, uh, thanks again for the save. I guess I’ll see you…” he trailed off, eyes widening as he looked into the distance.

I followed his gaze to the squat rack, where the mid-morning sun was casting two planets in stark relief. Dear Myron was in the middle of a set of deadlifts, hips hinged all the way back, pants split wide open.

“I…let me go deal with that,” I sighed, reluctantly abandoning my meet-cute to deal with the latest crisis.

—

“They split on my second to last set, I thought I might as well finish,” said Myron, strolling ahead of me into the locker room, his bountiful buns swishing back and forth in the wreckage of his gym shorts. “It’s not like it’s the first time this has happened.”

“And Dana thinks I’m the one to cause a scene,” I said, rolling my eyes. “At least the underwear held up.”

Myron stripped off his tattered shorts to reveal the same brand of specialty briefs he had gifted me, cut for significantly different proportions and resembling more of a bikini brief. “Glad I tried out a pair of these for myself, they have yet to let me down.”

I snatched the briefs off the bench where Myron had left them as he rummaged through his bag for his shower supplies, the globes of his bubble butt hovering in the air, a safety hazard for any unsuspecting passers by. “These are pretty resilient,” I said, stretching them between my hands.

“Feels like they’re the only things I can rely on,” he agreed. “I’ve blown through just about every good pair of workout pants at this point. I wonder if they have any in stock…”

I tuned out of Myron’s recounting of the struggles of having too perfect and juicy of an ass, instead fixating on the underwear before me, unconsciously bringing them closer as I picked up on the magnetic musk entering my nostrils. It felt familiar in a way I couldn’t describe. I furtively breathed deep, indulging in the aura of my friend’s recently used gym fit, my heart rate quickening as the very specific scent of his sweat unfurled in my brain into the memory of that night in…

“The car…” I muttered.

“Hm?” asked Myron, turning back towards me and holding his hand out in mild annoyance for me to return his dirty underwear.

“I, uh…” I muttered, my breath becoming short as my lower abs clenched, an all too familiar pressure building in my groin. “Not again.” I rested my hand along the top of the lockers, trying to maintain balance as Myron approached with worry on his face.

“Is it, you know?” he asked, eyes gesturing pointedly to my crotch and the trouser snake making its way down towards my knee. I towered over him but he rested one hand along my ribs in support, while the other held up the towel wrapped taut around his hips. “Let’s find an empty stall.”

“No, wait,” I managed to eke out as, with a shiver up and down my spine, my dick felt like it was unfurling, eagerly taking up more space, the friction against the fabric of my pouch eliciting a spurt of precum and teasing me with an approach toward semi-hardness, the point of no return quickly approaching until it just…didn’t. “I…think I’m good,” I said. “False alarm.” 

I handed Myron’s briefs back to him, the look of concern refusing to leave his face. When he finally walked off to the showers, his round cheeks fighting for space beneath that skimpy towel, I finally breathed out, tentatively running my hand along the bulge in my pants. I could feel the increased mass, noticeably bigger than it was just a few minutes ago, but was surprised to find it totally soft. My fingers tingled with the phantom sensation of the fabric of Myron’s underwear, the aura of his sweat and musk lingering in the air. The gears turned in my head.

—

I didn’t do any cam work that night. I was tired and still a little freaked out by the incident in the locker room. Not that that wasn’t the first time that exact thing had happened. Upon further inspection of my definitely longer, definitely girthier, definitely more sensitive cock, I wasn’t looking forward to seeing it hard. Not that I could even dream of lasting past the following morning before being reintroduced to a schlong that likely extended just past my head. I didn’t even mind at this point, not really. My dick seemed to be a problem for everyone else more than it was for me. But I wanted to get used to it before revealing it to the fans.

I got some takeout, played some Kart, took it easy, ignoring the growing pressure in my crotch which before long would make itself known by force. Through the rest of my shift, it had been straining desperately against the pouch, to the point where I feared catastrophic failure before I could get home and let it hang free. It would definitely have made for some good content if it had rendered my jock strap inadequate in the middle of my day job. I fixated again on that email sitting in my inbox, thinking about the intense effect of Myron’s sweaty underwear, my own pair managing to stay intact around the beast that constantly threatened to rip through. But with the right encouragement, and an apparent catalyst…An idea coalesced in my brain. I took out my phone and pulled up the text thread with Myron.

[Me: Hey, can I borrow your underwear? The new ones]

[Me: It’s exactly what you think]

[Me: Online sex stuff, obvi 😌]

Let’s give the people what they want.

[cozypunkprints]

2024 reading recap

(Yes I know we’re 3 months into 2025 leave me alone)

I think I’m going to start blogging about the books I read as a way to keep myself accountable to actually read more. I’ve unfortunately fallen victim to That Darn Phone in recent years. The middle schooler who read a stack of fantasy novels a week would be ashamed of me.

In 2024 I read 29 books, including re-reads.

I did a lot of re-reading this year. 16, or 55% of the books I read in 2024 were re-reads. Going to try to read more new-to-me books in 2025.

In 2024 I read 9 Discworld novels by Terry Pratchett, or 29% of my total books, 6 of which were re-reads.

I also re-read 4 Murderbot novels by Martha Wells and read the new one twice, and re-read all three The Locked Tomb books by Tamsyn Muir.

2 of the books I read in 2024 were nonfiction (a measly 7%) and one was a graphic novel. All the rest were fiction novels. Going forward, I should really read more non-fiction.

Favorites from 2024:

Piranesi by Susanna Clark (re-read)

I check this out every summer break from my local library. One of my favorite books of all time. Equal parts haunting and comforting, I absolutely devour it every time I read it. It feels deeply reductive to describe it as dark academia, as it’s so much more than that, but I guess it’s dark academia?

Hail Mary by Andy Weir (re-read)

This and the Martian are two of my favorite sci-fi novels. I hear we’re getting puppet practical effects Rocky in the movie and I’m tentatively excited.

The Great Transition by Nick Fuller Googins

A fast paced and tense yet tender novel about a world post climate-disaster and post hard-won recovery. This novel sort of subverts the classic “teenagers save the world” story by painting a searing portrait of what saving the world costs, as well as its aftermath. The novel cuts back and forth between Emi Vargas, born post climate-crisis into what seems like a utopia, albeit an imperfect one, and her parents experiences and sacrifices during the great transition. When the past collides with the present, Emi’s family is in danger of being torn apart. A portrait of generational trauma, enormous prices, and a world that will never truly be fixed but is still worth fighting for. Anyone who likes solar-punk, eco-punk, or is just in need of some hope that doesn’t feel like toxic positivity should read this.

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

Classic, beautiful, sad queer novel about butch identity and resilience. What else is there to say that hasn’t been said far better by someone else? Everyone queer should read this novel, especially lesbians. Next year: more queer non-fiction and more books by non-white lesbians.

The Knowledge Gap by Natalie Wexler

One of the non-fiction books I read this year. It’s about the literacy problem in America, and makes a case for high-content curriculum as a solution. An interesting look at education inequality and the flaws of American public schools. I found it really validating for a lot of the things I either experienced in public school or saw my sibling experience. A lot of it is sort of insider-baseball-y literacy theory (I only picked it up because my mother, a dyslexia tutor, had it lying around.) However I think that made it a good reminder of just how complicated literally everything is. Behind every system you can think of is a whole world of theory and practice and people who have put their whole lives into making this one part of society work. In a time when our public institutions are under attack, that’s a very important reminder. It’s a fairly quick and readable read and quite interesting.

Against the Grain: a deep history of the earliest states by James C Scott

The other non-fiction book I read. Against the grain is about new evidence regarding the rise of agriculture and the accompanying rise of inequality and the nation state. While dry at times, it makes a pretty good argument agains the idea of oppression and inequality as natural and inevitable states of humanity. This is the only book on this list that I read for a class.

Going Postal by Terry Pratchett

This was my favorite discworld novel of the year. I had read part of it when I first got into Pratchett and was too young to really click with it. This time I got the hype. Holy shit did I get the hype. This is both a very fun and humorous adventure and a sincere manifesto against corporate greed and for public services, in the form of a fantasy world’s defunct post office. Also did anyone else catch that the greedy con-man idiot has his office in Tump Tower? Seriously can’t recommend this one enough, and you should be able to get into it without reading any other disc world.

Honorable mentions:

Nimona by ND Stevenson

The Empress of Salt and Fortune and When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain by Nghi Vo (seriously so lovely and super quick reads)

Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer

Previously mentioned Pratchett, Wells, and Muir. I wouldn’t have re-read them if they didn’t absolutely slap.

Wasn’t sure about:

Beautyland by Marie-Helene Bertino

Definitely beautifully written at times, though not the type of highbrow literary-fiction poetry-prose I usually go in for. It’s a story about a girl who’s sent to earth by aliens to report back. On the one hand, it’s definitely doing “autistic/queer coded character is an alien/robot” very hard. On the other hand it seems very self aware and deliberate about that? As an autistic who felt like an alien, the portrait it painted of profound loneliness and isolation felt very real to me. Maybe a little too real, and it wasn’t necessarily a hopeful story. I really really wasn’t sure how to feel about the ending. Overall worth reading and quite memorable, but it could definitely be triggering for some people, so be careful. I’m sure there’s a list of trigger warnings out there somewhere, and if not, message me and I’ll do my best.

Didn’t love:

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armsfield

I see this one get so much hype, and it has every element and theme that should have made it a hit for me. And yet, it just didn’t speak to me. There were definitely elements that were memorable and it’s not a bad book by any means, but the main character and her relationship to her wife just didn’t compel me. I think if we’d spent more time with Leah pre-eldritch horror I’d have been more invested. Idk.

Anyway, apologies for the crazy long post. This probably isn’t interesting to anyone except me but tumblr is kind of the social-media-as-diary website so who cares.

Going forward I’m going to review books as I read them. If you’ve read any of these and want to chat/discuss I’m very open to that, especially ones that don’t have a big fandom on tumblr.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

hi :) can i get a romantic match up for stranger things and marvel?

i’m 23, female, straight. i’m 5’9 with dirty blonde hair, grey eyes, freckles, im pretty skinny except in my thighs. i wear big blue glasses. i’m an animal lover, i take in lost animals all the time. i’ve worked in special education, i make my own soap/skincare/cosmetics and hope to one day have my own business. i’m also very shy and reserved, the type to always go to the same places and never get bored or eat the same things too. i love the zoo, the coast, and i think that’s all haha 🙂

Hello! Here are your matchups!

I hope you like them!

:)

Enjoy!

<3333

(I had a lot of fun with his!)

Romantic Matchups; Stranger Things and Marvel

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Romantic;

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Stranger Things;

Steve Harrington -

You first meet Steve when you're volunteering at the local animal shelter during the summer, and he's there to help out one day (after being roped into it by Robin, probably).

You’re shy at first, not used to interacting with people who might be a little out of your social circle, but Steve's natural charisma helps break the ice.

He’s pretty gentle with the animals and quickly warms up to your quieter, more reserved nature.

He notices your big glasses and freckles, thinking you look cute.

Steve’s natural protectiveness kicks in, and he’s always checking on you, especially if you’re shy or if someone makes you uncomfortable.

He may tease you a bit, but it’s always lighthearted and never in a way that feels mean-spirited.

You bond over small things, like the shared love of animals or your mutual appreciation for certain music.

He doesn’t mind your quietness; in fact, he finds it refreshing.

It wasn't long until you had become friends.

He'd come visit you randomly, either for a spontaneous movie night or just to hang out and maybe even bake.

Even if you only want to talk, he is down for that.

And if you want to have a quiet night in, you both will both sit together and read.

Steve starts to realize that he’s feeling more for you than just friendship, but he’s not sure how to process it.

The way you light up when talking about your passions, like skincare or animals, makes him fall harder.

One day, while you’re sitting in a cozy diner together, he notices the way you talk with your hands when you’re excited, how your eyes light up when you mention something about animals or the future, and he thinks, 'Wow, I’ve really fallen for you.'

He becomes protective, sometimes getting a little jealous when others take too much of your attention.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you - he does - but he’s become used to being the person who makes you smile.

He’s not great with gifts at first, but he gets the idea that you love animals and handicrafts. So, he starts learning about eco-friendly ways to make things like natural soap and eventually attempts to make something for you (with some help from Robin or Dustin, probably, because he’s a little lost in the DIY world).

if he fails to make you something, he'd still give it to you, and you still love it all the same.

Sometimes though, Steve would give you the usual gifts; flowers, animal plushies, chocolate, snacks, and your favorite drinks.

He enjoys taking you out to places like animal sanctuaries, the coast, or just for long drives to get away from everything.

You both find peace in nature - him through simple moments of quiet with you, and you through your shared love for the outdoors.

Late-night trips to your favorite spots where you just sit and chat about life and plans for the future are regular.

He’ll listen patiently as you talk about your skincare business, and when you get frustrated, he reassures you with a hand on your shoulder or a small touch to your knee, showing you he’s there for the ride.

He would be more than happy to test out any new skincare, cosmetics, or soap you may make.

You’re both goofy together.

You end up watching movies together, laughing at each other's terrible jokes, or going for walks with your animal friends in tow.

On some occasions, he’ll write you a heartfelt note about your strengths and everything you mean to him.

He notices when you’re feeling overwhelmed and will show up at your door with your favorite snack or literally buying you a pet to cheer you up.

He got that money.

He would make you a mixtape of your favorite songs, and songs that remind Steve of you.

Steve always remember little details you’ve mentioned, like a song you love or a snack you haven’t had in years, and surprise you with it.

Before big moments, he hypes you up with his trademark grin and words like, “They’re not ready for how amazing you are.”

Steve would hold you close when you’re feeling down, running his fingers through your hair or rubbing circles on your back.

And if you're not into physical touch during that time, he'd sit beside you and talk it out with you.

Steve would introduce you to his kids.

That he babysits.

Mama Steve™

All of them love you by the way.

They could tell that you made Steve genuinely happy.

In the beginning, Steve was actually kind of scared. You know, he hasn't had the best time in relationships.

But he trusted you.

With his life.

When you're stressed out over your business, he’ll offer to help with the more mundane tasks, like organizing or packaging, just to give you a break.

Okay, say it with me, now; Floof. That. Hair!

Would pamper you; brush your hair, massage your feet, bring you breakfast in bed, bring you lunch in bed, bring you dinner in bed, tuck you in, read you a bedtime story...

Mama Steve™

Cuddles are a must.

Being serious here, he'd probably cuddle, not only because he loves cuddling, but because then he can hold you and make sure you are safe.

The Upside Down messed him up...

Anyway!

If you want to take a trip to the zoo, coast, or anywhere, he’ll rearrange his schedule just to spend quality time with you, knowing how much it means to you.

You’d make sure Steve is well taken care of, too. You’re thoughtful and supportive, especially when it comes to his insecurities about his past or his time involved in the Upside Down.

You’d take the time to remind him how much he’s grown and how proud you are of him.

When he gets stressed, you’d know the right way to help him relax: whether it’s offering him homemade skincare products, like a calming face mask, or taking him for a walk to clear his head, you know what he needs without him asking.

~~~

Marvel;

Johnny Storm -

The first time you meet Johnny is in a completely chaotic way.

You're in the wrong place at the wrong time - caught in the middle of a battle between Doctor Doom and the Fantastic Four.

You’re just trying to go about your day, maybe walking down the street or running an errand, when the fight spills out into the city, and Doctor Doom targets you as a distraction.

Yay for you.

Before you can even process what’s happening, Johnny comes swooping in, using his fiery powers to shield you from an explosion aimed right at you.

Afterwards, as Doctor Doom goes off the fight Mr. Fantastic, Johnny checks if you’re okay, and you’re a little stunned - partly because of his powers but also because he’s extremely attractive.

And also because you had just seen your life flash before your eyes when you thought you were going to die, but-

Johnny, ever the flirt, throws you a wink and a smirk as he helps you up, “Not every day a beautiful women gets rescued by a hotshot like me.”

After the battle with Doctor Doom, Johnny insists on staying in touch to make sure you’re okay.

He may or may not slide in that he thinks you're cute... ;)

He just totally wants your number to get to know you more.

He texts you that night, asking you how you are, and the two of you start talking more. What began as a "rescue mission" turns into a fun, friendly banter between the two of you.

Johnny admires how easy it is to talk to you.

He loves how grounded you are, and he’s drawn to your natural shyness. You’re reserved, but he doesn’t push you to open up, just letting the friendship grow at its own pace.

No matter how much he wants to ask you out, he is patient.

The two of you start hanging out in low-key settings, like going for walks, grabbing coffee, or even just watching a movie at your place.

Johnny’s always trying to get you to laugh, cracking cheesy jokes or playfully teasing you.

Does he flirt too? Yeah.

Johnny eventually introduces you to his family/friends (the Fantastic Four), and you get along well with them, especially Sue.

Susan loves to tease Johnny by telling you about what he was like as a kid, or anything embarrassing he's done.

If she has baby photos, she is showing them.

Johnny starts to develop feelings for you without even realizing it at first.

He enjoys the easy camaraderie, the laughs, and the way you let him be himself without any pressure, but over time, he notices the way your smile makes his heart race.

How your laugh makes his breath hitch.

How his hands begin to sweat when your eyes meet his.

How he stumbles over his words a bit when your hands brush his sweating ones...

It really hits him when you make him something special - maybe a homemade lotion or a little skincare gift from your business ventures.

He can’t stop thinking about how thoughtful you are, and that’s when he realizes that this isn’t just a friendship. He wants more.

(And he wants more of that lotion you made him, it felt amazing on his skin - his hands are the softest they've ever been - and it smells divine!)

He gets nervous about admitting his feelings, especially since he’s used to being the center of attention, but you’re so different from anyone he’s dated before.

You’re quiet and reserved but have this warm, kind energy that draws him in even more.

Johnny’s used to being the fiery one, but you’re his soft landing spot, and he realizes he can’t let you go.

Johnny’s confession is uncharacteristically heartfelt, catching you off guard.

It happens one night after the two of you have spent the day together at the coast.

The sun is setting, painting the sky with fiery colors, and you’re both sitting on a blanket, watching the waves crash against the shore. Obviously snacking on your favorite snacks.

He’s been quieter than usual, and you notice him fidgeting with a red seashell he picked up earlier. Finally, he clears his throat, running a hand through his hair.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about something,” He starts, his voice softer than usual. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met. You’re… Steady, and calm, and you make me feel like I can just be myself."

He pauses, glancing at you with those bright blue eyes that are uncharacteristically nervous. “I know I’m not always the easiest person to deal with, hell, Sue knows, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before."

Before you can respond, he takes your hand, his fingers warm against yours. “What I’m trying to say is… I’m crazy about you. And if you’ll let me, I’d really like to see where this goes. Together.”

One night, he knocks on your door with a bouquet of flowers, not for any special occasion - just because he thought you’d like them.

He loves surprising you in other little ways.

One time, he shows up at your favorite coffee shop, ordering your usual drink just because he knows it’s your favorite, just to bring it to you when you're at work or home.

Another time, he takes you to the coast for a spontaneous road trip, driving along the ocean while you both talk about everything from your dreams to silly stories about his childhood.

Jamming out to music, blasting your favorite songs, singing slightly off-key - not you, that's Johnny.

Johnny is constantly reminding you how amazing you are, whether it’s complimenting your natural beauty (he loves the way your freckles look in the sunlight) or telling you how he admires your work ethic with your business goals.

He loves everything about you. :)

Johnny is always up for playful teasing, he’ll pull you close for a kiss after one of your long walks, telling you, “I don’t need fire to warm me up - I've got you for that." Before pulling you into a hug bear-like hug, making you laugh.

He loves watching you in action when you’re working on your skincare or taking care of animals. Seeing you focus on something you love lights a fire inside him, and it only makes him fall more for you.

Johnny would be incredibly protective of you.

Even though he can be cocky and confident, he’s genuinely caring when it comes to you.

He’ll always check in if you’ve had a tough day, and if you ever feel like you’re in danger, he won’t hesitate to fly in and swoop you out of any situation.

He might get a bit jealous too. If someone was talking to you, for a bit too long, Johnny would saunter over, throw an arm over your shoulder, and just stare at the person; a grin on his face as he just waits for them to go away.

If the person is making you uncomfortable, he is more than willing to say something.

He’ll never make you feel like you have to do everything alone.

If you’re ever stressed with work, he’ll show up with a pizza and take you out to relax, making sure you’re getting the break you deserve.

One of Johnny’s sweetest gestures is taking the time to learn about your passions. If you’re making your own skincare products, he’ll try to understand the process and even offer to help with some small tasks. He might burn himself on a wax strip or spill a bottle of essential oils, but his effort will make you smile.

You’d be the person who helps Johnny take a step back from his superhero duties.

While he loves the excitement and rush of being part of the Fantastic Four, he sometimes needs someone to remind him of the simple joys in life.

You’d bring him back to earth when he gets too caught up in the flames (literally and figuratively), helping him recharge with a peaceful evening watching a movie or listening to music.

Johnny would also appreciate the quiet, understated love you show him.

Johnny takes you on a random adventure one weekend to an animal shelter he’s heard about. The two of you spend the day playing with the animals, and by the end of it, Johnny suggests adopting a dog together - just another way he’s showing you he’s in it for the long haul.

When you’re feeling a little down, Johnny sneaks into your apartment and fills the room with candles and flowers, creating a relaxing atmosphere so you can unwind.

He has no idea what he's doing, but it’s such a sweet, endearing gesture that you can't help but smile.

Johnny would be the kind of person who surprises you with spontaneous dance sessions in your living room.

He'd hold you close, his eyes locked on yours, slow dancing...

Johnny love holding hands with you everywhere - whether it’s a crowded street or a quiet beach, his fingers always find yours.

Unless you don't want him holding your hand or anything, he's cool with that.

On random mornings, he'd leave sticky notes on the bathroom mirror with cute little doodles or sweet words like, "You've got this, gorgeous!"

Whenever your laces come undone, Johnny would kneel down to tie them, grinning up at you like he was doing something heroic.

And it was kind of heroic since you could've tripped and fallen.

:)

[fcmn]

So, I decided to talk about Downpour DLC of Rain World, because, why not?

I'll talk only about More Slugcat Expansion part of DLC, because Co-op and expeditions that were added is just great, I don't have anything to say about them.

Also I want to make clear that everything said here is purely my opinion and I don't force anyone to agree on it, and also spread hate on anyone who disagree on this opinion.

SPOILERS!!!

So, Downpour. An Expansion, that added 5 new characters to play and 5 new campaings to expirience, and yet, there's something I don't like about it. So let's talk about everything one by one.

1. Slugcats

Gourmand, Artificer, Rivulet, Spearmaster and Saint. Five new scugs, five new ways to play the game. I really like how fun they are, really, they all powerful and unique, you have to adapt for every single one of them. But this coin has two sides. Fun and power we got, cost us the idea of vanilla Rain World, the fact, that we are almost at the bottom of a food chain, we can overpower every threat, but with pure strugle and effort, not just because we have the ability to make everything go kaboom. I can't say I dislike the gameplay of new scugs, but I can't say I purely like it. The same creatures and threat that we encountered as vanilla trio, doesn't feel the same way for new squad, they can arguebly easy kill anything. I do believe, that there is a golden line between fun and philosophy of Rain World, it is probably possible to balance every scug in a way, that they will feel more natural for the eco-system, but still being fun to play. I'm not a developer, nor a game-designer, it's just my opinion as a player.

2. Story

This is something that I started to think about not so long ago. Each of the new campaings, except Saint, has a pretty similar pattern: Go to FP, listen to some dialogue, go into new region and get your score screen. Why is it always Five Pebbles? You have to visit him in order to progress the story. Which isn't true for Hunter, Monk or Survivor. I mean, as a new player, you'll visit him to get a basic understanding of what are you even suposed to do, but when you know where do you need to go, you can get to the ending without visiting Pebbles or Moon. You could say, that it makes sence for them to go to Pebbles, because they have to receive something from him. Fixing ID drone for Arti, giving Riv the ball, opening gate to outer expanse for Gourm and taking thr pearl put of Spearmaster. For SM, I'll say right now, that it is logical for him to visit Pebbles in prder to progress, he is a messenger. Probably it is the same for Riv, but I still have a filing that it could be done differently. Though I think it should be different for Arti and Gourm. As a Gourmand, it doesn't make sence for Pebbles to give him a mark of communication at all, he could just sent him out of his can and show him the direction to the Outer Expanse via the Overseers, much like Iggy does guide Monk and Survivor to Looks to the Moon and then to Five Pebbles. For Artificer, since she's next after Spearmaster, of which visit FP wasnt happy at all and he could just lock the karma gates to FP region like he did with Outer Expanse, so no one could enter his structure and distract him. Sofanthiel (ID drone), could be more useful in this scenario, he could act as an Overseer of sorts, pointing out threat, flashing images of Chief Scav and Elite Scavs as warnings and he could lead to the alternative way into Metropolis and also, I would give player a bit different route to the Chieftain Scav arena, the route that would make a visit to Atop the Tallest Tower mandatory for going forward, and the Echo there would give player a choice, proceed with the path of violence or choose a path of Ascension, which, in my opinion, does fit the "What fate a slugcat?" phrase.

Saint is just worth a whole another post to just talk about him, because he gives off mixed signals for me. But I can say, that, I love his campaing.

Overall, I do think that downpour story is good at some points, for me at least, but I also think, that it could've been done a lot better.

3. Five Pebbles.

I do like the new character of Five Pebbles, it does waves away almost everything pre-Downpour FP showed us, byt it's still a great character with good tragedy story. Five Pebbles and other Iterators being more human-like is a good thing for me. Five Pebbles being more similar to humans with his personality is something I like, because you can grow a bond with him through out the story. From SM's campaing where he is an angry teen who just pushes everyone away, all the way to the Riv's campaing, where he is more mature, regretting everything he's done in the past, not seeking forgivness upon himself. Seeing him first time in Saint's campaing and listen to him barely able to speak is... Heavy. It is a really emotional moment and I couldn't hold the tears, looking at the way he speaks and trying to listen his favorite pearl, even though it's already showing sings of decay, slowly fading out.

4. Sliver of Straw.

It's more about Challenge 70 being uncanon. I do dislike this statement and I think, it wastes a lot of interesting things to discuss because of it. All the theories about Sliver and Saint, also about Iterator's abbilities just fell into nothing. I personally love the theory about Saint being THE triple affirmative, created by Sliver herself to ascend her and probably others, but, it just happend too early, before Sliver was able to share the news about solving their great problem, and that's why she fought back, as Saint tried to ascend her. I just love this theory and I hate the fact, that it all just nothing more than a silly headcannon, because of how Challenge 70 is considered non-canon >:(

That's all I have to say about Downpour. Sorry if there was too much hate of just straight up nonsence, these are just my unfiltered thoughts on the DLC. Also I am, by no means encouraging you to spread any form of hate towards Downpour developer team or Videocult themselfs, they all did a massive job to bringing this Expansion to life and I am happy we do have it at all.

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How do you think College would Go for becky's friend circle (plus the others in her age range)? I know you most explore about them in either High School and in adulthood ( like in your Fic and Fan children ). But I'm curious.

Hey thanks for the ask! This is a good one.

Yeah, you're very observant in how I don't really focus on that part of when I do Wordgirl time-skip stories, for example in my current fic I always allude to specific things in college but I haven't straight up wrote about them in college. To me, that's a nebulous 4 to 6 years of vagueness where anything could happen lmao, either for lazy plot reasons or to make some crazy headcanons/jokes out of it. But you know what, sure, I'll give some ideas about what i would do if I had to headcanon the Woodview kids in college:

Becky: I feel like her being an English major is a given with also some creative writing and linguistics pursuits thrown in there. Becky would probably let herself become way more loose in college because girl has been on the school grind for so long she kinda needs it. I could see her trying to be a more reckless party gal during those years (and she cringes at that as an adult). But she also strikes me as the person who would stay up all night to do every assignment as soon as she gets them because she fears procrastination. (Becky starts to see the appeal of coffee). Whether she's still Wordgirl or not, it depends, but I think she would either retire or take a break as Wordgirl when she starts college. For her sanitys sake. She would stay in dorms and probably have maybe Rose or Scoops as a roommate or heck, maybe someone random like Emma or Emily. But... of course, it's a Jam post, so tobecky has to be brought up (i will be put to death after this dw ^v^) After having a dorm roomie for some time, I can see her and Tobey moving into an apartment together during their later years so they don't have to be apart for too much (they go to different schools). But I also like to imagine a mutual tobecky break-up during college, so that's funny to think about. Bob isn't with her during college, "pets" aren't allowed in the dorms, and the college staff isn't buying that he could be a short 40 year-old hairy student, and he's left behind, unfortunately.

Scoops: Easy enough, I can see him attending the same college/university as Becky since they both focus on writing and more liberal arts pursuits. Scoops would be very excited in college due to a lot of things. However, that means also procrastinates and forgets the most out of the group. I can see him absolutely trying to take over the school's news network and campus life updates, but he would have to get through some of the older students. Also, Rose still being his rival if she also attends the same UN. His major is 100 percent journalism, but I can see him being such a photographer fanatic since he wants to capture this era of their lives. He is also probably in some internship program with a news company during college.

Violet: I like to think Violet would get hella art scholarship opportunities, and of course, she's majoring in Art. She's definitely not going to more liberal arts or public universities, so she's going to be away from her friends :( I can see her being the first one to travel abroad for her studies, she's the one who would do all sorts of adventures and write about them to Becky and the others. She will visit when she can, but she'll be busy somewhere in like Italy painting and making more friends than ever before. She's the free spirit of them and definitely has formed some eco-friendly clubs or yoga classes with some students.

Rex: Despite how I headcanon him to be TJ and Johnson's age. I have it that they skip grades to join the friend group in their college years. Rex would absolutely major in mathematics, but I feel like they would stay in university the longest to achieve almost everything that field has to offer so he can have a lot of titles like a doctor or professor. Heck, I can see them teaching some classes while still being a student, lol. I don't know if they would go to the same university as Becky, Scoops, and Rose--probably not. They seemed like they would go out of the city for an Ivy league type school in like a nearby state. He'll be alone a bit since he's still adjusting to making earth their permanent earth, but they'll get the hang of it with some new people to meet. (Would still be a superhero during college).

Tobey: Even though he had a chance to attend college much earlier than the others, he rejected it in order to just live life a bit more in high school before getting swallowed up by studies. Tobey would absolutely get taken by any technical university or institute that could take him. At first, he considered a out of state university, but he didn't want to move far away from his new life he's built up, so he would settle for an institute that Steven and other professors would have gone to. I'm not saying most of that decision would be a (doesn't want to be too away from his friends) decision but...yeah it would. Haha. Okay, so obviously, Tobey's major and field is in robotics (Wow, who would have thought), but other than that, i have this particular headcanon that I know nobody understands, and I haven't shared yet, but I love it okay! So you know how some people discover their own beliefs and philosophies in college that were so different that you might think for them? Well... I have this idea for Tobey, aside from all the robotics... he starts caring a lot about women studies and starts minoring in it...yup! My boy becomes a whole feminist and gets really passionate about it. He's all about women in STEM and actually meets most of his newer friends through it. He goes to college protests and has written essays. Yeah... I can't believe Tobey McCallister turns woke...(but this is what would happen when the most important people in his life have always been strong women. It'll be crazy if he didn't have a strong respect for that).

Rose: I said in the other descriptions how she would be in the same school as Becky and Scoops. Rose's major is, of course, investigative journalism, but that would require her to also be in the social sciences. In addition to that, I can also imagine her being interested in criminal sciences too. She would compete with Scoops in the school news but technically join forces to beat out the upper-class men. Her nosey behaviors don't get better at college/university. If anything, they get worse by how much content of secrets she can learn from the drama of student life on campus.

And yeah, those are my ideas. Again thx for the ask. This was fun to think about, and I'm sorry if it took a while to answer, I keep forgetting when people talk about the Woodview gang. To me, that's like 7 characters (T△T)

Victoria: Finally, my girl is going to thrive. College would be very good for her, and I think it's the part of her life where she does mellow a lot from the terrible tendencies her parents instilled, more than she did in high school. Victoria being exceptional at everything really did have her (and me) struggle at what specific thing she would major in or what kind of school she would attend. I think a popular idea for her is to just attend some fancy university, but she's mostly doing something like the Olympics. I think that's fair, but I like having different interpretations. One of my fav Victoria headcanons is that music is the talent out of all of them that she's actually passionate about, but of course, her parents turned it into something manipulative. So, in college age, she gets accepted into a music institute or college like Berkeley/Juilliard, and there she really has the freedom to do whatever with music. That does mean she'll also be apart from the others, too, but girlie kinda needs a break from them, lol. (Except Rose because I have an agenda to keep). Victoria would also be more lively and reckless in college life, she already was like that in high school, but when it comes to performing she does take it seriously, probably too much from the trauma of needing to impress people :(

Bonus: Eileen goes to the same school as Becky, but nobody knows what she's majoring in. All they know is that she becomes head of a sorority and they have a "mine" philosophy.

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No offense but I think the pups swap places/jobs idea can work. If they were trained for the job before claiming that job. In the show, we only barely seen the pups do training whenever they handled a new job on subseries. Also the pups also canonically did eachother's jobs together on the Ultimate Rescue subseries. I think the jobs don't necessarily have to be assigned on one breed because it's designed for that breed. Paw Logic, anyone can do the job as they aren't too small for it.

*Distinctly remembers a whole entire episode of Ryder doing some last/final training for sea rescues with his pups, in which Rocky failed the test and could NOT join the rescue efforts until the very end when he finally decided to go into the water-- Also how at some point Everest went with them in the Sea Patroller for her first time and Ryder made a point to say she wouldn't join the rescue efforts exactly for the reason she wasn't trained for it yet, until they had something done about that too so she could officially become a Sea Patrol pup too-- ALSO clearly remembering an episode where Chase was training motorcycle driving/maneuvers with Wild at least until his allergies affected him too much to keep going--*

There were several instances where we get to see the pups training or practicing. Just because we don't see them getting PREPARED PREVIOUSLY for a new job role every time there's a new subseries, doesn't mean they weren't at all ever. It's a kids show, they don't show EVERYTHING, they cut straight to the point most times. "Kids won't want to see them training, it's boring, it's like doing homework. They'll want to see the action, the rescues, the pups driving new cool vehicles already." That's the same reason why we don't get "slice of life" scenes either, only when it's for something to happen that will be relevant for the episode's plot - in other words, no slice of life at all.

As for the Ultimate Rescues, it's always the main six pups. They've lived together for years now, they've seen each other practicing and performing their duties, they've helped each others with their tasks and rescues countless times. And even then, each pup goes for a specific role in the umbrella of the job at the time, and are still led through on what to do by the pup who's responsible for that job.

On ONE thing you're right, the jobs do NOT need to specifically go for a specific breed. What I was saying in the other post was that the show producers did that anyway for the main six pups. The police pup is the German Shepherd. The firefighter is the Dalmatian. The Lifeguard is the Labrador. The aviator is the lightest pup. The constructor/builder is the stronger pup. The eco/creative is the mutt - I could actually complain on this one since it reinforces the stereotype of mutts being the ones who are abandoned on the streets ever so often and eating from dumpsters and trash cans, thus making Rocky be the one who messes with trash, they just made it fancy and eco-friendly for a good message for the audience.

For the other pups, they got jobs according to their own life experiences. Liberty works in the big city where she lives. Rex works with the dinosaurs where he grew up. Tracker works in the jungle where he lives too, and so on. They didn't need "training" for their jobs, they just got roles to patrol and care for the places they're already familiar with, and when trouble comes, they call for backup from Ryder and the main six.

Swapping places and jobs WOULD mess stuff up, whether we like it or not. Some won't be able to perform as well once they're out of the element they're familiar with, not without proper guidance. THIS is what I mean with "responsibility first" on that other post as well, switching places only for fun is one thing, but if they try to go on a rescue acting in someone else's place just for fun to see how that goes, that would be irresponsible and could put people in danger if they're suddenly unable to perform as well as the other would. Taking over someone who's currently unable to work - like how Chase tried to work in Rubble's place once before - is already dangerous as it is, let alone if there would be no real necessity to do such a thing.

TL;DR:

The very producers ignored the "No job is too big, no pup is too small" to assign specific jobs for specific breeds with the main six pups;

The pups DO have regular training sessions but we only get to see it happening a few times, only when it's relevant for the episode's plot;

Ultimate Rescues are performed only by the main six from what I've seen in the show so far, which means the very pups who live all together at the Lookout for years and have been following each others practices to know enough to perform slightly better than average at each others jobs, and even then it's mostly for specific things that fall into their own expertise areas;

Nothing changes the point that taking a pup from one job/location to another where they're not familiar with and make them perform an actual rescue with stuff they're not familiar with is not only irresponsible but also dangerous for them and for the people/animals in need of rescue.

The producers created the so-called "Paw Logic" to simplify things and make them work for episode/plot convenience, especially given the short time span for each episode - regularly 10 minutes only, with some specials being 20 minutes long and the "short movies" being around 40 minutes each. 10 minutes isn't exactly enough time to waste around showing slice of life, or pups practicing. They need to cut straight to action.

Meanwhile, I apply real world logic to make sense of things we didn't get to see on screen, that's why I'm tagging stuff as "Paw Patrol Headcanons". That's MY way of thinking these things through. You happen to have different ideas, good for you, you can work on them and create your fan content. I'll work on mine and create fan content as well. Win for the fandom as a whole, getting more content in different ways, with diverse storytelling by other fans.

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What the 07-Ghost characters are very opinionated about

Teito is very opinionated on the subject of friendship. He has a lot of very firm ideas about what friendship means. Because it was something he had been denied for so long, something he didn’t think he could really dream of having, when he did finally form his first real friendship with Mikage, that settled a lot of his notions and ideas around what a friendship should really be. In Teito’s mind, friends support each other, no matter what. Friends truly love and care for each other, and while they have fun together and enjoy each other’s company, it’s important that they’re loyal to each other and that they’d do anything for each other. It’s how he acts as a friend. He’s the type of friend who drop anything to be there at his friend’s side when they’re having a rough time, no questions asked, who would give every single thing he owned if it would help his friend, even up to his own life. However, he kind of expects, without even realizing that he does, that his friends would feel the same way about friendship and that they would have the same view of what a friendship should be like. He gives intense loyalty, but he also expects it in return, even when he protests and says he doesn’t.

Frau is opinionated about a lot, unsurprisingly. He’s the type of man who forms opinions pretty quickly and he’s pretty resolute in his opinions once he’s made up his mind. He’s not completely incapable of changing his opinions as he learns new things, but it’s more a rarity. I think it’s going to be a surprise, but I don’t think porn is going to be something he’s opinionated about. While he has his own set tastes, when it comes to porn, he’s understanding that other people have tastes different to his own. He’s not one to yuck anyone else’s yum. Which leads me to the point of what I do think he’s most opinionated about, which is respect. I think Frau not only commands some level of respect from those around him. He expects them to treat him fairly, if not well, but he also tries to live with respect for most people around him. He’ll only stop respecting people once they give him valid reasons not to. He gets really upset at people who treat others as below them or who plain out disrespect others, thinking that they’re better than everyone else.

Labrador is pretty chill and laid-back. There’s not much that he is strongly opinionated about and even on the topics he is opinionated about, he’s not one to lecture about them. He’s not going to confront people if their opinions conflict with his unless he’s given no other choice and he rarely gets fired up about things. However, I do see him as being someone who not only loves the earth but feels very connected with it. He doesn’t like seeing the earth abused, be it from little things like littering (one of his biggest small pet peeves – it’s not that hard to keep your trash with you until you reach a garbage can is his thoughts on it) to big things like, in modern-day AU’s, big companies polluting the air and water, private plane use by celebrities, single-use plastics, etc. He’d do everything in his power to educate those who seem interested and to do his part in making the world a cleaner, more eco-friendly place, but he’s also not going to be on the front lines protesting and wouldn’t be starting big fights about it.

Castor has a kind of toxic thing he’s rather opinionated about. He’s tried to work on it, because he does realize that in some ways, it’s a harmful belief, but it’s one that was drilled into him from the time he was a child. In Castor’s mind, family means a lot and he believes that family should be important to everyone. He believes that, unless there’s actual physical abuse, even if your family hits all your buttons, even if they make you angry or sad or stressed at times, they’re still your family and the place you should always be able to go home to. While he has some complicated feelings towards his father, that’s still his family so he still holds a lot of love for his father and wants some form of approval from his father for the way he lives his life. It makes things harder on him, because he wants to hate his father, but at the same time, those bonds of family are something he can’t entirely shake and he doesn’t see why other people are so able to throw off those bonds or if it’s even good that they can.

Lance is, of course, surprising no one, very opinionated about fortune-telling and ‘mystical’ things along those lines. He’s a true believer in all of it and wants so badly to believe that there’s some degree of magic in the world. On top of all that, Lance does believe that everyone’s life is kind of prewritten, that everyone’s life is planned out before they’re born, and it’s because of that belief that he’s such a big believer in things like tarot readings and horoscopes – it’s simply telling people things that were already going to happen anyway, giving them some sort of advanced warning.

Ayanami has some very, very strong opinions around justice. He believes in complete and utter justice and sees himself as the executioner of that justice. However, he doesn’t realize that justice varies from person to person and that it means wildly different things to different people. He doesn’t realize that his own personal biases colour his version of justice and just assumes that what he sees as justice is the only justice that exists and because of this, he’s completely okay with enforcing that justice on all that exists around him.

Hyuuga takes a lot of pride in his skills as a swordsman. He’s put in a lot of work, trained hard, and pushed himself to his very limits to get to the point he is at. Because of this, should it be any surprise that swords and swordsmanship is something that is incredibly important to him. Seeing any person who calls themselves a swordsman treating their sword roughly or wielding their sword as if they have no pride in it sets him off and those people often find themselves cut down if their disrespect towards their sword is rather severe or at least cut up a bit if they’re just being dumb but still have room and potential to learn and grow.

Konatsu hates disloyalty. He can forgive a lot of faults in a person, as evidenced by how much shit he puts up with when it comes to Hyuuga. However, seeing disloyalty from anyone will automatically make him hate that person – like, absolute loathing and disgust towards them.

Kuroyuri fully believes that, if you’re tall, the world is super easy to live in and navigate. They really do hate their short stature at times and wish they would just hurry up and get tall.

Mikage gets really worked up about movies and television shows. He comes with strong opinions on everything he watches and he isn’t afraid to share them. He’s pretty forgiving with his opinions, for the most part, and he’s never going to form a complete opinion on something until he finishes watching it. He always believes that, even if he’s disliking something while watching it, it has the potential to get better and improve. Once finished though, he forms his opinions and sticks to them, despite people giving their arguments as to why something sucked or was good, whatever is the opposite of his opinion.

Hakuren hates women. It’s something he’s working on and comes from genuine childhood trauma but the boy strongly dislikes women and having to be around them in close quarters for too long. I don’t think this is an opinion of his that can’t be changed at all – he will learn to tolerate or even like certain women but he has a pretty strong opinion, for the most part, that females are icky.

Ouka has very strong opinions on freedom. She thinks it should be a natural right for any human being. In her opinion, everyone should have the freedom to act as they see fit, to live as they want, without having to obey the whims or orders of those above them. She doesn’t believe that people shouldn’t be held accountable for their actions and words. Everything has consequences, after all. In her mind, it’s very much a case of ‘you should be free to act and say what you want, but you must accept that there may be negative repercussions of those actions and words.’

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My Journey to Minimalism and Sustainability, and How You Can Start Yours 

I began my journey towards minimalism and sustainability when I was 13, thanks to my favorite famous twins, Bill and Tom Kaulitz from the German band Tokio Hotel. They had just gone vegetarian, and their lifestyle shift made me rethink my own habits. I’ve always had pets—cats, dogs, hamsters, and even a horse I visited and fed every day (Okay, it wasn't mine, but I wished it was!)—but up until then, I hadn't really considered the wellbeing of wildlife or the broader environment.

Cutting out meat was my first step towards a more eco-friendly lifestyle. Over the years, I’ve made plenty of small swaps and sacrifices to lessen my impact on the planet. But don’t worry—sustainability doesn’t have to be overwhelming! In a world where some eco-warriors are aiming to fit a year’s worth of waste into a single jar, it’s easy to feel like you have to go to extremes. The truth is, you don’t have to make drastic changes to start your sustainability journey.

Below are some simple swaps I’ve made that have helped me live a little greener...

Bamboo Charcoal Menstrual Pads 

Switching from disposable pads to reusable bamboo charcoal pads was one of the easiest changes I made. They’re washable, so still hygienic, plus they cut down on waste and microplastics. After the recent news about there being arsenic in tampons, I’m so glad I made this switch years ago! 

Reusable Water Bottles and Coffee Cups

Instead of buying plastic water bottles or using disposable coffee cups, I now carry my own reusable versions. Not only does this help reduce plastic waste, but it’s also so convenient to always have a water bottle on hand.

Reusable Cotton Makeup Pads

I used to go through countless cotton pads while removing makeup. Now I use reusable ones that I can just toss in the wash. It’s a small change, but it makes a difference in how much waste I create each day.

Eating Less Meat

If you care about animals and want to reduce your carbon footprint, eat less meat. You don’t have to cut it out completely to make a difference. If you want to go the extra mile for our oceans, you can cut down your fish intake too. 

Reusable Shopping Bags

We’ve all heard this one, but it’s such a simple habit to get into! Keeping reusable shopping bags in my car or bag ensures I never have to rely on plastic ones when I’m out.

Recycling

This might sound basic, but committing to recycling properly is one of the simplest ways to contribute to a healthier planet. I make sure to recycle everything I can, from paper and plastics to glass and metals.

Those are a few swaps I’ve made over the past twelve years, but there’s always room to improve, so here are a few things I plan to try next:

Buying Less Clothing

I’m a legit shopping addict and tend to spend more than I make 😅 but I know fast fashion has a huge impact on the environment, so I’m working on being more mindful about what I buy and sticking to timeless, sustainable pieces.

Not Upgrading Tech Every Couple Of Years

It’s tempting to get the latest phone or gadget, but holding onto tech for longer reduces electronic waste.

Avoiding Palm Oil

Palm oil is in so many everyday products, and its production is harmful to the environment. I’m aiming to be more conscious about the products I buy and look for palm oil-free alternatives.

Composting

This is a big one I’ve been meaning to start! Composting food scraps instead of throwing them away can significantly reduce the amount of waste I send to landfills.

Sustainability is a journey, and it’s all about progress, not perfection. You don’t need to change everything at once. Start small, make swaps where you can, and keep growing from there. Every little bit helps!

What are some eco-friendly changes you’ve made? I’d love to hear your tips and ideas in the comments!