#Just what is it you're after? (World Domination.) That's not even funny man.

[chocobochaserstories]

My Roommate (referring to a FTM Gen headcanon): Okay but what if Genesis, when he was adopted, they thought he was a boy and it just stuck?

Me: But they adopted him as a baby, what about when they changed him?

Roommate: He changed himself.

Me: It's those Jenova cells, huh? He's built different.

Roommate: He's built wrong.

[a-hazbin-reader]

could you do something about how alastor gets jealous and how he shows it? Like what things would get him jealous and stuff like that and then how he would go about it? Thank you!

I guess I gotta- 🥵

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being a red flag, Wifey is into it even though she pretends not to be, A widdle suggestive

Description: ☝️⬆️

It doesn't take much to make Alastor jealous, he has a big ego to defend and doesn't like to share your attention

He also doesn't think a lot of people are worthy of your attention so that's a big part of it

Alastor is almost childish the way he acts out when he's jealous, it's painfully obvious even though he denies it every time

He sulks and acts out to get your attention back on him, doing anything he can to make you just look at him

He's rude and intimidating to anyone he thinks is flirting with you or trying to take you for themselves

After every incident, he tries to pretend like nothing happened and refuses to acknowledge his jealous streak

Can't people just understand that you're a married woman and that Alastor deserves all of your time???

Someone is talking to you and you're laughing too hard, cheeks a little too pink? Alastor is right there to sniff out any ill intention

"What's so funny, my dear? Surely you're not gossiping without me.."

He's wrapping a protective arm around you and kissing your cheek, eyeing the other person the entire time as he asserts his husbandly dominance over them

"Hm? Oh! He was telling me a funny joke about-"

Alastor takes a break from kissing your wrist and palm to snap his gaze to the other man, a wicked gleam in his eye

"Ohhhh! So you're a clown! Wonderful~! Your attire had me wondering what you do for a living, but now it all makes sense!"

The other person is visibly uncomfortable by your husband's unspoken challenge and backs out of the conversation with their tail between their legs

"I guess he had other things to do~"

You roll your eyes as Alastor nuzzles your neck, petting his around his ears and antlers

"You're are not a very subtle man, my dear."

You're dancing with someone who's not him? Alastor will physically shut that shit down

He spends maybe a full minute pouting and ignoring everyone else around him, eyes locked on you and your dance partner

"Alastor, are you even listening?"

"Out of all the women here, why did he choose MY wife? I walked away for one second, and he snatched her up!"

He doesn't care for how closely they're holding you, the way they blush and smile from your attention

Alastor isn't having it, striding over and using his hip to push the man away from you and off the dance floor, taking your hand

You're trying not to smile at him, pressing against your husband as you take his hand and dance with him

"Alastor, that was rude..."

He simply chuckles and spins you around happily, snapping his fingers to change the song into something more romantic

"I would say I'm sorry but we both know I'm not~ Besides, I waited for my chance to dance with you!"

It's hard to stay mad at him when he's looking at you like you're the only person in the world and holding you like you're something precious

It helps that he's so handsome, you can't help but lean up and steal a kiss from him, feeling familiar butterflies at the touch

"You've been dancing with me all night, and you barely waited a minute... you greedy demon~"

He leans into your hand as you cup his cheek, tail wagging from having your undivided attention again

"Is it a crime that I want to hog my darling wife? That I crave every opportunity to dance with her and steal the show?"

He's leaning in for another kiss, and it makes you instinctively move in closer to meet his lips

"It will be if you keep injuring people~"

And those are just some examples of people who weren't flirting with you, it's so much worse when someone actually wants you

You're waiting for your husband to meet with you for your date, dressed up and looking your absolute best

When you hear a sharp whistle from behind, only to see a sleazy looking demon towering over you and eyeing your body

"And just where do you think you're going looking like that, beautiful? My place is that way~"

He's much too close, placing a hand on the wall behind you in order to keep you from running, completely unaware of the danger he's in

You can't help but roll your eyes at the situation

"I'm flattered, really I am... but I'm not interested, I'm waiting for someone, actually."

You casually move out from under his arm, completely unfazed by the way his expression darkens as you fix your appearance

"Oh really? And just who might you be waiting for? Let me guess, your boyfriend?"

He doesn't look like he believes you, making air quotes around the word boyfriend

You can't help but laugh at the poor soul, putting a hand on your hip as you whip around to face him-

"Husband, actually~ My name is Alastor though maybe you'll recognize my other name! The Radio Demon~ Maybe you've heard of me?"

It's such a treat to watch the cocky demon lose his composure in fear and so sexy to watch your husband be the cause of it

The demon is so much larger than Alastor but he's practically cowering away from him, Alastor grinning at him as he tilts his head

"Look uh-I'm sorry! I didn't realize-"

Your husband tuts at the demon, antlers already growing as he morphs into his larger demonic form

You can't help but blush at how sweet Alastor is being, rushing to your rescue like this

"Didn't realize what? That you were hitting on my wife? You think I would just stand by and let you think you have a shot with her? She's much too far out of your league, unfortunately."

He's so cute when he's jealous

"Darling, do be quick with that? I don't want to miss our reservation-and no eating him! I don't want you to spoil your appetite!"

Alastor looks at you and visibly blushes at how good you look, the other demon simply an afterthought as he tears them apart

"My dear, you look absolutely ravishing~ How am I going to keep the other men from looking at you when you're so delectable?"

He's still humongous, a large claw reaching out to stroke your leg tenderly, a lovesick expression on his face

You can practically see the hearts in his eyes~ Smiling at your husband and blowing him a kiss

"It's a good thing that you're the only man I have eyes for then, isn't it?"

He shrinks back down to his normal size and kisses your hand before wrapping an arm around you as you two walk together

"It's something that I'm extraordinarily grateful for~"

You can't help but lean your head against him, letting him nuzzle the top of your head in an affectionate manner

"Though~ I wouldn't mind a refresher of just how much you adore me...~"

You can't help but snort at the comment, gently slapping his chest before pulling him in for a kiss

"Dinner first~ You'll need your strength~"

I might go back and change this one a bit ngl

[missust3l3vision]

Description: Will is watching F1 when the new driver catches his eye. Funny enough he's caught hers awhile ago.

Will was watching from the stands, he held his camera with a death grip. As the cars raced around and around.

He had always been a fan of F1, but now he had a bit of an obsession. There was a new racer that everyone was intrigued by. Their socials promoted them only ever wearing their helmet.

"And to no one's surprise, the newest racer to be apart of the McLaren team has dominated the competition!" The announcer spoke quickly just as they crossed the finish line. The crowd cheering wildly. Will too letting out an excited scream.

Hours pass and the stadium slowly empties, a few fans had stopped to take a photo with Will as they exit. Him on the other hand stayed afterwards. Sitting in the stadium alone he watches as the cars are dismantled and the racers talk with their teams.

Will watched as the final driver to get out was the new driver. They had gotten out earlier but got back in. They leaned against the hood as a man spoke to them, his body language sparatic.

Y/n leaned back on the hood as she listened to the mechanic praise her. He was always supportive, especially when she did so well. As he spoke her eyes were slightly averted and caught on the man still in the stands.

Squinting to get a better view she hopped off the hood and walked closer to the stands calling a quick thanks to Charlie. Looking up the two realised that the other one was staring. If you asked Y/n she would have sworn they were making eye contact.

She threw a hand up and waved Will down. Doing as told out of curiosity and excitement he approached, him leaning against the railing.

"Are you WillNE?" She called up, it came out muffled as the helmet made it difficult to speak. He made a confused gesture, her taking off the helmet and calling it again "Are you WillNE? From Youtube?"

Will watched as the driver took off their helmet to reveal a beautiful woman. Her hair was pushed back and her eyes were wide looking at him.

Like she was just as amazed to see him as he was seeing her. Will was caught in a situation he never dreamed that would happen to him.

"Uh Yeah." He called back her mouth making an o shape in shock. "How do you know who I am?" He asked now blushing bright red at the thought of her seeing him doing something embarassing.

"I'm a huge fan!! Would you be willing to come down here!?" He nodded excitedly before running down some staircases to find a way to the track. Eventually getting down there he walked up, out of breath but acting as if he hadn't ran.

"So, you watch me?" He asks still in shock, she was even prettier up close he noted. "Why?" She wrinkles her nose before answering, with a smile so wide on her face.

"Cause you're funny?" She holds her helmet under her arm as they talk. From discussing his videos, to her racing career, to geeking out about Formula one.

He had figured out her name, where she was from, and how she watched his videos after her little brother introduced him to her. It wasn't until they looked around and saw that they were alone.

"It's really nice talking to you," Will said as they walked towards her dressing room. They stopped in front of the door, and she looked up at him. He looked different in person, much better she deemed.

"Well, we could grab coffee sometime?" She suggested avoiding eye contact after asking him out.

"I'd love that, could I have your number to text you more about it?" He fumbled as he passed her his phone. The two are sending a quick text back and forth before he stands there.

She gave him a last goodbye and walked through the door. He stood in the doorway processing what had just happened. The cute girl who is on her way to be the best racer in the world had not only been a fan but also asked him out.

Nobody was going to believe him. He could barely believe it.

[g3llyfish]

Hey I wanted to request something funny.

Like redson and macaque ( separately ) kidnaps one of mk’s friends, fem s/o and they start laughing ( not like mocking them ) but more like ( I can’t believe this happened ) while saying “ no no I’m sorry..it’s just..this is the most effort a man has ever put into me 😂 “

Idk i thought it was funny in my head 🤔 hope this was okay

"DELUSIONAL"

Redson x FEM! reader x Macaque (Seperate)

Either platonic or romantic

Redson and Macaque judging the reader, Reader being delulu, MK just wants his best friend back TT

NOTE:

MY FIRST ASJ AAA Tbh, it can also be considered as GN!reader cause I mostly do second pov but I still hope you enjoy!!

🔥 || REDSON !!

It has been a few week of him trying to defeat the noodle boy to get his staff

As expected, he fails again and again, machines after machines being crushed by that stupid staff and that stupid monkey boy

Knowingly that there's no use for his machines since they only go to his scrap corner

Until an idea pops up in his big demon smart boy brain

What if he kidnaps someone who is dear to MK and bargain them for the staff!

I mean, if that stupid noodle boy loves his friends so much he would do everything to get his best friend back!

Brilliant! Amazing plan even!

Meanwhile, you were hanging out with Mei and MK in the anti-gravity arcade, having the greatest time if your life

Until the ceiling broke down...

You were immediately grabbed by the demon bull clones and tied up so you wouldn't escape.

     "Redson?! Get back here with our best friend!" MK shouted at the bull prince who has you in his arms as you struggle.

     "Never! Catch me if you can, noodle boy and dragon horse girl!" Redson yells back as he laughs dramatically and surrounds him, you, and the bull clones with his fire to teleport away.

     Now you are hung from the ceiling in his lair, if that's what you like to call it considering the lava pool, tools, materials, engines, and many more are laying around the gigantic room.

     "Let me go!" You demanded "What are you planning now, Redson? Y'know MK is gonna MK.O!!™ you again right?"

     Redson scoffs a laugh, lifting up his welding mask to look up at your hanging state as he puts down his blowtorch.

     "After I finish my invention, we will go up to the mountain where my father was imprisoned..." He started to monologue "and then... I will exchange your life for the staff! ...that noodle boy cares for you so much that he will give it to me willingly! And once I have the staff is mine... MY FATHER WILL GAIN HIS POWER AND BE THE GREATEST RULER OF THE WORLD!"

     Redson's dark and overdramatic laughs echoes through the room as the lava's light reflected behind him, creating a giant menacing shadow of himself on the walls.

     Meanwhile you only blink twice at him, not being effected by the intimidating aura that the prince made.

     "You think I'm worth more than the staff?" "What"

     "Well, you basically said that I'm the same price as the staff... Do you think I'm that special?" You grin at him while he was only flabbergasted by your words.

     "W-what?! NO YOU IDIO--" "I don't know, like, you kidnapping me, thinking that I'm enough to be exchanged with the staff, you could've picked Mei but you chose me!"

     Redson gave you a dumbfounded look, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration as you explain your conclusion.

     "Like, you took effort to kidnap me, you think I'm that worth of effort? No one has ever done that for me" You continue as you sniffle a bit.

     "Did-did you forget about the part where I said about my world domination?" Redson simply ask as he gives you a deadpanned stare.

     "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm just so happy right now, you think I'm worth more than the staff? You think I'm that unique?" "Shut up, you're delusional."

While he made his invention to secure his plan, you were in the background trying to make him admit that he thinks you're special

You're not what he thinks you are that's for sure, with you being a giggling mess while you're LITERALLY CAPTURED BY TYE DEMON BULL PRINCE

He expected you to be like MK and Mei, someone who wrecklessly fighting anything that move...

Not someone who is off to delulu land with quips at the back of your hand

He definitely regrets the kidnapping plan

🍌 || MACAQUE !!

After the 'stealing-wukong's-powers-from-MK' plan didn't work, he couldn't find anymore information or updates in MK's life

Macaque has to keep a close eye on him afterall, considering he is Wukong's apprentice

So why not get one of MK's best friends? He can't just lurk in the shadows

Sure, that'll work but he needs more dept and personal stuff about MK, to find something to hold him back

So while you were on your way back home, not paying attention to your surroundings that was when Macaque took the opportunity.

You took a step and before you knew it, you were falling down to the ground into a theater place for shadow puppet shows.

You landed on your back on the wooden ground, making you raise your brow in confusion cause you remember that you were walking on a pedestrian.

As you look around the place, you hear a dark echoey chuckle from behind you making the hair on your skin rise.

You stood up immediately to see none other than the shadow of the six-eared Macaque.

"Hey, doll..." He chuckles again, his grin getting wider as his shadow shrinks and he turns into his monkey form.

"Macaque?! What am I doing here?! Are you here to hurt me?! Well bad luck, monkey!" You glared at him making him smirk.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm just here to borrow you for a while" Macaque says shrugging, getting closer towards the stage that you stood on.

"Me?" You ask in full confusion, your body relaxing as you put down your defenses.

"Mhm... You see, hiding in the shadow is not enough for getting information and I need you get me some," Macaque answers.

You pause as each side of your lips starts to slowly rise, "Me?"

"Yup, if you don't comply... then I might take back the 'I won't hurt you' part, simple, hm?" Macaque threatens with a hum.

You pause again, longer this time "me?"

"Yes, you..." Macaque sighs as he gives you a 'are you deaf?' look.

You held your laugh for a while before laughing aloud, Macaque, ofcourse felt as if you're underestimating him as he gets a little grumpy at your reaction.

"Wh- why are you laughing huh?!" "Pfft-- sorry! Sorry, sorry, it's just... I don't know it's funny"

"Funny how?" Macaque ask as he raises his eyebrow in frustration and crosses his arms.

"I don't know, you could've chosen anyone that could stalk MK for you but you chose me! Hah! I just didn't expect that someone would actually put effort on me" you laugh out.

"Effort?" Macaque questions, he wouldn't disagree with himself but he's definitely worried for your well-being.

"Yeah, I mean, you could've just sended me a text saying 'give me information or you're dead' text like my other exes, but here we are!" You continue to blabber making Macaque give you a concerned look.

"I-what..." "Yeah! I'm kinda flattered that you put so much effort on me, kidnapping me, tracking me down, watching which street I go to-- okay that's kinda creepy--" "okay, stop"

Macaque has to make you stop so he can continue his plan

He's mostly concerned about you cause who tf reacts like that?

He had to make a deal with you to proceed with his 'information gathering' plan but you always gawk at the fact that he chose you out of all people

Plan unsuccessful (?)

I'm sorry if it isn't to your expectations TT tell me criticisms if you'd like but I still hope you had fun with the fix as much as I did, love you pooksters :P

[much-vexed-glowy-mimic]

It's me again, that person, and I'm going to talk about this man again.

Music Meister, specifically the one seen in the Speed Force comics, because goddamn it, this man is the most interesting character in it.

Something I have to mention right of the bat:

Music Meister is a massive control freak. You put him in charge of a project and he will take over completely. If he sees an opportunity, he's going to go get things rolling because he wants it to and if it crashes, it's because he's determined the project is no longer viable.

He loves control and the type of control he's able to exert on people is honestly extreme and absolute. The DC universe is lucky he's not remotely interested in world domination and JUST wants to start musicals to make people steal for him. Personally I take his mind control powers be telepathic in nature (this might be blindingly obvious and you're likely going "Well yes duh?", but I've never seen it mentioned ANYWHERE?) In my mind, he's a telepath, but he's only able to connect to people when he sings high enough. To me, that explains how he's able to what he does. It might not obvious with the original Meister, but I'm certain it applies to Speed Force Meister.

That man is in your brain and he can do everything to it. Just to touch on the TB&TB cartoon, Meister's level of control is shown to be absolute and limit of people he can control at the same time is realistically, in the billions. The only downside his powers has, is it seems likely his mobility becomes limited once he's in control of that many people. The power suit he wears isn't for show, it's likely to help him move?

Now, where do we start? Oh, I know.

This man is RIDICULOUS, I don't know if you noticed? This the scientists he has Mas y Menos abduct. They're really stylish, the colors are clean, cool. Black, white and red, you can't go wrong with these. 10/10.

They're also wearing headphones with cat ears. Presumably because Meister has to look at them the whole day and that makes them adorable to him. I wouldn't be surprised if he calls them his "little kittens". This actually brings up a few other points:

Mas y Menos and Superboy's suits and the uniforms, they are Meister's creations, not Mad Mod's despite the fact he's a designer.

Mod seems to be in charge of how their day-to-day clothes look and so on. I imagine Meister would start running after him while making aggressive cello noises if he starts messing Mas' suit.

Creating/manipulating clothes is a subset of Meister's powers. The TB&TB Meister has this power too and is able to change them at will.

I always thought it's really funny that Meister just even remakes Superboy's jacket in the next issue. Like, the second you stop thinking about the artist drawing this, you have to realize Meister went and MADE that for him.

Just imagine them getting back to the HQ? Fiddle says he wants to humiliate whoever Meister captures, but he never gets to because Meister is fussing over Superboy and his jacket.

Fiddler: I- Meister: No. Mine. Fiddler: But- Meister: -warning shriek-

(Also, what are Lex and Superman doing? Meister basically took control of him on live tv. Batman, Meister is in charge of music app, STOP HIM.)

Another point is Symphonee's logo.

Symphonee was originally Fiddler's idea. We see him build it, we see him teach himself how to build apps. He meets Mod on the during a Stagg course and they join forces. It's cute, we see them working together! We also see Symphonee's logo getting made.

Now, we see it's Mod who designs it.

The thing is, Symphonee's logo looks just like Meister's symbol. It's what his powers look like when they manifest.

Now, if Symphonee was Meister's idea, there wouldn't be anything really weird about this. But it's Fiddler's. Fiddler thought up the app. Mod supposedly designed the logo, by himself.

Mod is friends with Meister, as he says later in a flashback, so he could just be thinking music logo=music note. I personally think Meister and Mod are lairmates and he's likely sitting in on all their chats, likely not THAT interested in it and just gives Mod an idea. He's not interested until Mod mentions the one thing thing Meister loves more than music and mind control. Money. (Do you think he like the letter m too? Does he get kick out of alliteration? Is that why he likes Mod? Music Meister, Mad Mod?) Most of the Meister's we've seen so far love money. TB&TB Meister: Temporarily takes over the world to make the world's biggest musical so he can make the world's population steal for him.

Batwheels' Meister: Robbing a bank. (And stealing voices.)

Speed Force Meister: In charge of an music app that makes money.

Pride Meister: I think he really just wants to perform Phantom of the Opera, but he would most likely rob all the rich people there.

Harley Quinn's Meister: I don't know anything about him, besides the fact he's a very aggressive therapist, BUT I need to point out the fact wears red, a color Meisters' REALLY like and appears fond of money, going by the gold chain. (And he still has shades!)

Anyway.

MONEY. Meister loves money. That's actually what makes him so odd. He LOVES money. That's what brings him fully into Symphonee. We see how they all meet in the Key Code club in a flashback.

But here's the thing. Both Meister and Mod come off as rather manipulative here. Mod defers to Fiddler as the boss while Meister just announces Fiddler is the CEO.

This might not set off alarm bells, but it should. He's not really deferring to Fiddler as the leader. He is giving Fiddler that position because Meister already considers himself the leader of Symphonee.

It has his symbol after all. If Batman showed up and saw it, he'd bypass Fiddler completely and go right for Meister, because clearly, this all Meister's doing.

I've mentioned this elsewhere, but I'd worried if Meister's going LA LA LA at me. Meister is likely pushing Fiddler to through with Symphonee here be HE wants part of the money it brings in. Fiddler is the one who first mentions injecting his own hypnosis powers into the app, but Meister follows it up instantly and positions himself as the one in charge of brainwashing people, neatly pushing Fiddler's own powers out of the way.

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of everything. I'll take charge of everything. Everything. You just look nice and stand in front of the cameras..."

And Mod is in on this. I think Meister and Mod are genuinely very good friends. To me, the background of this panel reads as "Yes, mate! I see what you're doing and I agree. Let's hijack this operation!"

Something the comic likes to do is position Meister behind Fiddler because he's the actual mastermind behind everything and is basically in charge of Symphonee.

He's usurping everything Fiddler has, even his color and style.

The first we actually see of him is, of course, this

It's really similar to Fiddler clothes.

Meister's original colors are dark purple and bright/pale greens. He wears them in the comic before Symphonee starts and after he loses control of Mas y Menos and Superboy (because he sees the project has having reached the end.)

I've said this before, but I can't get over how he's so completely usurping Fiddler's place. He's so fucking diabolical and I love him.

One thing I personally love is most of the comic series goes out of its way to obscure Meister's face and it really does a lot make sure his eyes are seen as little as possible.

And it's really obsessively doing it for the most part. The flashback to the Key Code club really beats you over the head with the idea his face shouldn't really be seen without something obscuring it or his eyes.

And like, he could have worn his shades there, but he's specifically not wearing them. The chibi version of him has shades, but that's the red ones, which go with his green set.

He wears another pair in issue 5-6.

We don't see TB&TB Meister's eyes all and I like to think it's just one of those "things" now where his eyes have to remain unseen.

Pride Meister funnily enough has a panel where his eyes fully visible, but his mouth is obscured. (I'll never get over how fucking furious he looks, I love him.)

On a side note, I think Speed Force Meister has such an odd smile? It's very flat and sinister.

Something I've mentioned both here and elsewhere is Meister instantly goes 'Weeeell that was nice run' after he loses control of Mas y Menos and Superboy. He goes back to his original colors right away. I like to imagine Mod having to stop him and has him by his coat tails and is just screaming 'think of the money! We can still get the money!' while dragging him backwards. Meanwhile, Meister's playing Subnautica's "Abandon Ship" at full volume. To him this is over.

Funny enough, it is Mod who eventually says they're abandoning Symphonee and Fiddler in the end.

I love this comic. Ignore the super teenagers. It's all really about poor old Fiddler trying to prove himself and getting betrayed by his two friends who are most likely villainous soulmates.

[holybibly]

Mommy this bunny have a little question for you, who do you think would be the one that let bunny try to take control over them but as soon as bunny get out of hand they let them know who is really in charge

Mmm, that is an interesting question. But for some reason I tend to lean towards Wooyoung, Yunho and San the most.

San is literally the perfect daddy princess. God, this man will give you the world and more. If you want to control him, he'll let you have your way with him without question, as long as you behave. He'll easily take control of you and make you regret ever stepping out of line, tormenting you for hours and making you moan his name until it's all you remember. San will definitely be merciless with you, folding you in half and fucking your brains out until you're a dumb, drooling mess. After all that, though, you'll get the royal treatment.

Yunho, I think he would find it funny how desperately you try to control him, to tell him what to do and how to do it. And he would love to play those games with you. I think he would enjoy pet play or something like that. But there's a limit to everything, and if you get too rough or too hard with him, the tables will turn so fast you won't even have time to notice. One moment you're pulling him towards you by the leash, the next he's choking you with his hand as he fucks you against the wall like there's no tomorrow. Maybe, just to teach you a lesson in good manners, he'll take you without any preparation and immediately enter you with his huge cock, fucking you fast and aggressively. Of course, our world class boyfriend will definitely shower you with love and care after he has completely fucked your brains out.

Wooyoung would definitely enjoy giving you a false sense of control. He would let you choke him as you rode his cock, letting you set your own pace movements. He would make you feel so cocky and arrogant, talking rough to him and showing him his "place". He doesn't like that, not at all. Wooyoung will show you very clearly who is dominant, grab your hair until it hurts and start to fuck you roughly and fast, I would even say animalistically. Wooyoung is definitely about overstimulation, so be prepared for him to drag orgasm after orgasm out of you until you are crying and begging him to stop. And God, how caring and gentle he will be with you afterwards, giving you a bath and maybe a massage as an apology for his roughness.

[egg-emperor]

Do you ever find yourself being genuinely upset when eggman loses, or do you see it as an important part of the formula/part of the characters charm? As a fellow eggfucker I flip-flop between these constantly and I want to hear your take.

I flip-flop too, it's an inevitable needed part of the plot and without it, we wouldn't have his admirable resilience and determination to keep following his dreams no matter how many times he fails, as "he never gives up" is even listed as a strength in his Sonic Jam bio

His confidence, determination, and belief he can do it is unwavering no matter how many times he fails. He'll assure with complete certainty that he will realize his dreams of world domination and there's times he's said he already has his revenge planned and won't fail this time

So most of the time it's not sad as it's expected but of course when you love Eggman so much you'll be like "aw man" every time if you're the type who will still root for him because you fully support his evil dreams and would love for him to own and rule the world hehe

But the couple of times where he is more visibly upset and grumpy I'm like nooo :(((

Like when he was so upset with his plan being ruined in Adventure that he tried to say fuck it and just blow up Station Square and when the missile was a dud that lead him to try to detonate it himself, fully knowing he was going to die with it with his "I'll take the whole city with me" line

And the time he looked really sad and grumpy for a moment at the end of Unleashed after his massive world scale plan and how proud he was of Eggmanland just for it to be ruined.

Then he exploded into rage when SA-55 wouldn't stop rubbing it in while he was especially sensitive after his defeat and he'd been riling him up all game and it makes the most sense for him to express his sadness through anger too

And the time he was trying to keep it together and get back home before his day could get any worse after losing in Lost World but then found out he lost half of his mustache and that was the tipping point for his anger and he looked so upset to lose such a prized possession of his

That's how you know his mustache is real, he put so much effort and love into growing it and it was ruined, he was devastated

My poor boy, I'd kiss his cute round cheek that's much more visible with half a stache missing and tell him he still looks handsome no matter what 💜

Like yeah he's fucked up and evil and the world is better off in terms of health and safety when he's defeated but have you considered that he's handsome and precious and lovable and funny and I adore him and would happily give it all away for him and I never want him to be sad ever??? Fuck everyone and everything else Idc dhsjfndkghdg

But yeah the feelings are mixed because it adds a lot to his charm by emphasizing how this man can lose thousands of times and keep getting back up and trying again. It serves an important narrative purpose and strengthens his character

I mean holy shit. Give this man the props and respect he deserves for always pulling himself back up and going another round

Plus I like to imagine getting to tend to and comfort him, help him feel better after his defeats and fully agree with him and hype him up to further boost his determination when he says he'll win next time and that makes me happy again 🥰

[the-offside-rule]

Clement Novalak (Mathiesen) - So Poetic

Requested: yes by DeliF1 on wattpad

Prompts: 7) "She is my other half as the poets would say"

Warnings: you may turn into a Clem girly

Another day, another Screaming Meals podcast. Today, the trio had found themselves with a rather special guest; Y/n Y/l/n, the motorsport journalist found herself on the sofa next to her boyfriend. As Marcus scrolled through questions on Instagram, the four joked around as the camera and microphones recorded their interactions; from the pouring of their wine, to the innapropriate jokes being made and it would be edited accordingly.

"Oh, I've got a good question." Marcus said, looking to the couple across from him. "You said before on the podcast, that you're scared of your girlfriend. In what way are you scared of her?" Marcus asks. "Is she into some-"

"I am going to stop you right there!" Clement interjected, making the room erupt into laughter. "I need more wine." Y/n joked, pouring more Pinot into her glass. "No!" Clem said, lunging forward to grab the bottle. "We talked about this." Y/n laughed. "You're making me sound like an alcoholic!" She managed to get out in between the laughs. "I have never felt like such a third wheel." Marcus said. "Is this how you felt when Lissie was on the podcast?" James nodded. "Now it's just me that has to sort out a girlfriend appearance." He joked. "But back to the question, why are you scared of Y/n?" Marcus asked. Clem sighed. "See, I'm not scared of her. I don't think she's capable of hurting me. I think I'm just scared of her determination." Y/n looked at him confused. "What?" She asked.

"I'll give you an example. For the 24 hours of Le Mans, she had to write up a report for the day it finished up. So she stayed up the whole 24 hours and wrote her report as it happened. And spent the few hours after that correcting bits and bobs. Then!" He paused. "Then she went to a bloody pirates class, like who does that?!" Marcus looked at her, jaw hanging in disbelief. "No way." Y/n nodded. "It's my job. I take it seriously. As Clem said, I'm determined in it and I am dedicated." She smiled. "Well I'm happy you took up journalism and not world domination." The four laughed again. "She could take the place over if she wanted, Jesus."

Marcus leaned in, grinning, "Now Clem, this isn't a fan question but more of a me question but what does Y/n mean to you? I know you've struggled eith women before." Y/n shook her head, laughing quietly. "That's so rude." Clem said to Y/n as she laughed to herself. "No, its- just answer the question!" Clem chuckled, glancing at Y/n with a twinkle in his eyes. "I don't usually get so romantic like this but I suppose she's my other half, as the poets say." Y/n placed her hand on her chest and looked over at him adoringly. "Does she feel the same? She seems very fond of that wine there, mate." Clem laughed and put the wine down. "I don't care if she doesn't feel the same. It's unconditional love, isn't it? You have to love them even if there comes a day they don't love you back." Y/n looked over. "There is no way you just quotes Taylor Swift." The room erupted in laughter, but Clem's gaze never wavered from Y/n. "No, seriously. Y/n completes me in ways I never thought anyone could ever. Like it's crazy how I managed to even wake up in the morning before I met her. Its maddening for me to think about."

Y/n blushed, playfully nudging Clem. "I didn't know he could get this sentimental, my goodness. This is the kind of stuff you'd see in movies." Marcus grinned. "That's true love, right there." Y/n nodded. "He got very sappy." James joked. "This man used to be so fun on nights out and now he's all responsible." Y/n covered her face, laughing whilst Clem tried to defend himself. It just all got too funny to be honest. The conversation flowed effortlessly, mixing personal anecdotes with motorsport banter. As jokes and laughter echoed through the podcast, Marcus and James couldn't help but notice the genuine connection between Clem and Y/n. They felt like they were third wheeling.

Towards the end, Marcus raised his eyebrows. "So, any plans for the future, you two?" Clem exchanged a knowing look with Y/n. "Well, maybe a pit stop at the wedding chapel?" James teased, "Will it be a fast wedding, or will you take it slow?" Clem shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure yet. I assume we'll be stopping off at that wedding chapel I Vegas." Y/n joked. "Oh, can we actually?" Clem asked. "No!" Marcus and James laughed as the concluded up the podcast. "Half your soul? You got awfully poetic, love." Y/n remarked. "He always talks about you like this. Don't mind him." James said, picking up the empty wine glasses. "Oh really?" She asked amusingly as Clem turned more and more red. "What? I love my girlfriend? Is that a crime?" Y/  threw her arms around him and placed a kiss onto his cheek. "You're the sweetest person I have ever met."

"Now look that you've done, guys." Clem said annoyed. "Oh shut up. Let me have a cute boyfriend." He chuckled and hugged her back, kissing her cheek too. "You can have a cute boyfriend

I'll help you look for him." Marcus said. "Oh fuck you, mate!" The three others sat laughing at the annoyed Clement whilst he held his girlfriend in his arms.

[warmhealerr]

OC ask about Ta'rath and Joufos!

Is there any significance behind their height? 

How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all? 

And a question from me personally - Is there something you consider to be their signature traits?

Oh Una I swear you're so kind. These are great questions.

Is there any significance behind their height?

Ta'rath

Ta'rath is 6'9/207cm. No, the height wasn't picked for the funny number, I always decide heights in meters first HAHA it just happened.

I've always really enjoyed tall characters that aren't particularly intimidating. I didn't think about Ta'rath's height much at first, until I imagined them towering over Voss by at least a head when meeting him. You'd imagine their height would make them feel secure, but they're awkward as ever. Trembling leaf with quivering lips. As lovely @des-no9 put in the words of Vanquish once; "What a waste of height."

They are like this with nearly everyone. Most people might initially be kind of impressed, but eventually it becomes very obvious to them how much smaller Ta'rath wishes they were, so they get comfortable, and maybe a little mean (or VERY mean).

Their height, to me, is also a symptom of their physical issues. The caved in chest (they have a mild case of pectus excavatum), the hypermobile joints, their raised scars that fade so slowly; it is abnormal. It's about catching all the subtleties, it's a bundle, and the height is included. If they were not Githyanki, aka if their muscles weren't so tight together and far stronger than the base human, if they weren't trained the way they are, they'd be in far more pain. Fighting the way they do would be unthinkable, they'd break their bones and dislocate too often.

Joufos

I've reworked Joufos' height a few times, but currently he's sitting at 3'7/109cm. 'bit tall for a gnome, but any more dramatically smaller would not make sense in my head for him and his family, mostly because of how I imagine them interacting with their environment.

See, he's got the opposite thing from Ta'rath going on. Most people, they kind of look at him and laugh at first, as though he's just like any other gnome; some guy that they can pretend away or easily "dominate", because they base their entire idea of personhood and self worth around height. He is far more imposing the moment you look closer if you are someone with such bias. Maybe you find the bloke a little big with his massive wool vest, maybe sweat drips down your neck when you notice his scales, the many severed fingers attached to just as many carabiners, the bloodied rings on his clawed fingers. He knows how to make himself look menacing, bigger. And then maybe you actually get into a fight, maybe you can try to pretend laugh it away, but he's fucking scary. He once had atrophied wings, but after they finally grew to size, he could suddenly take even more space, and that tends to intimidate many, many people. He's unnerving to be around. You get the feeling he might snap any moment, and though he can smile bright and nice, his fangs are fucking long as fuck man. When he becomes a lich, his presence is only made even more terrifying. He's destroyed entire towns and strongholds, he's not weak. What I'm trying to say is lots of people make the mistake of underestimating him, and they usually regret that very, very fast. Those who can read the room? They know to keep their distance. His short height is just that, short. I like my protagonists short. Loisel, the protagonist of my other story, TCOD, has Achondroplasia (dwarfism) and is very short as a result. I wouldn't have it any other way. The DND community has thus far really disappointed me with how it treats Halflings and Gnomes. If I hear another Gnome throwing joke, I'm gonna say it like Joufos ; "I'm going to fucking kill you." It's just unfunny and dehumanizing when it's all they have to say, very telling of how they treat real people with dwarfism, and fucking frustrating, too. Joufos' height is integral to me. I can't imagine him tall, I'd rather die.

Together

Note : They are far from rigid, but I think this is an important look into their dynamic after they have established their relationship.

See, I think it's very easy to imagine Ta'rath constantly towering over Joufos, or being the more physically imposing one, but genuinely, outside of Ta'rath carrying Joufos from time to time, it's Joufos who is contextually the tallest haha. He's always going to find ways to make himself taller; standing on high surfaces, flying over, hanging from the ceiling. Ta'rath doesn't need to make themself smaller, they just are. Joufos will be the one to kiss their forehead, he'll be the one to brush their hair as they lay their head in his lap, he'll be the one to spoon them and cover them with his wings. Some might call it a ridiculous sight, I say they are fucking adorable and make it work. It's a fire they kindle together.

How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

If we're being rudimentary, Fist Of The Comet takes place exactly 201 years after BG3, which serves as the anchor point. There are other stories, small plots relevant either to characters' past or future, or maybe their family members' before/after that period of time, but generally I focus on BG3 and FOTC the most. I am trying not to get overwhelmed. One story at a time.

Is there something you consider to be their signature traits?

Ta'rath is an alien. I don't just mean the alien from space, I mean they have so, so much trouble fitting in anywhere. They want to, terribly so, because standing out and having to learn to hide is fucking painful, but that's not what the external world, or the audience sees. They're always going to be weird, awkward, apart, incomprehensible at times even. It's their greatest strength and their greatest flaw. It's what makes them...them. They thrive, somehow. They should've never been born in a society so eugenicist. They should've never survived it. They should've never become Half Illithid, or forgiven their kin, or defeated the Absolute; yet they did. They are their own curse and savior, and I love them for it. Pain is an important symbol around Ta'rath for a good reason; they keep pushing through it, even when they think they can't. Everything is meant to make them suffer, but their weird relationship to suffering itself will always keep them alive until someone cleaves their brain in two. Until then, they'll keep winning against it.

A lot of Joufos' traits are dictated by his draconic heritage, whether you are looking at his personality, his quirks, his appearance. He is dominated by his blood in ways he couldn't ever fathom. It's the very same heritage that greatly influenced how his family suffered, I would say, too. It's not the only constant to him of course, but I think I as the writer have focused a lot on it, even subconsciously, since day one. I've since completely embraced it. His identity revolves around it; his omnipresent acid, his relationship to his wings, his self-righteousness, his impulses, his relationship to his mother and womanhood, his scales that lift and rattle. He bleeds pink not literally, but in spirit. It's everything he is about, and the deeper you look, the more obvious it becomes. He hates being compared to a beast, because he wishes that wasn't the only thing to him, the only thing that was perceived.

[glitterinmyveinss]

// Back to the Basics //

steve- o x fem!reader

summary: you and steveo used to be best friends, knowing eachother since highschool and all. but growing up sucks. Especially when your best friend who you had/have a massive crush on now does coke off of models backs.

❥ ༄ you were so happy for steve-o when his career as a stunt man finally took off. you've know him since highschool and knew that it was definitely the right career for him. You remembered how you two would always go to the park after school and you would just sit and watch him skate, occasionally you would ask him to teach you.

❥༄ "well first you have to put your foot on the board dude" steveo said with a sarcastic tone. you looked at him and pouted "obviously i know that but which one?" for once, he was looking at 𝘆𝗼𝘂 like you were the dumb one. of course you kinda knew which foot you were supposed to put on the board, but steveo just intimated you so much you lost all knowledge around him and it was like your brain was constantly short circuiting. it was that or all the pot you guys smoked last period. he shook his head and laughed. "put down your most dominant foot babe." your heart did a little skip at that. it wasn't unusual for steveo to use pet names with you, but still, everytime he did it made you flustered...and confused. hesitantly, you put your foot on the board. steveo nodded then spoke up "ok now your other foot, then stand sideways, and push with the first foot you put down." you did as told and started moving. you guys were both laughing as you started to get the hang of it "awesome y/n you're better than when i started!" you blushed and smiled at him "thanks stevie" he gave you a soft smile, then ushered for you to follow him. "come on man let's get some tacos from this truck i'm starved." you got off the board and handed it to him and began following him. you loved this side of steve. everyone else thought he was jsut some rich obnoxious asshole who loved attention. and while that wasn't too far from the truth, he still had a loveable side like everyone else. he was extremely funny and could make you smile no matter what mood you were in, he was actually pretty smart at times, and was whole heartedly kind. to you at least. not so much everyone else. you wish everyone could see his soft side so they would understand why you hung out with him, but you also liked how it was reserved just for you.

❥༄ now it's 2002 and "Jackass: The Movie" was doing rounds in the ticket office. Your and Steveos relationship became basically non existent ever since he joined jackass. he started blowing you off to go hang out with other people you didn't even know, started partying a lot more, (if that was even possible) and he was always busy filming stunts, or being in the er. you tried not to bug him about it, afraid of seeming clingy and like you wanted to drag him down, which of course you didn't. you just wanted your friend back. It was a thursday evening and you had just gotten back from your big girl office job. ever since you were little you knew you wanted to leave your home town. It just always felt so small and closed off from the rest of the world to you. you wanted to live somewhere more progressive. so you got serious about school and were able to get a stable, good paying job in san diego. you went to your room, changed, then plotted down on your couch with some greasy fast food. hey you were single and lived alone, so you sometimes forgot to get groceries. you turned on the tv and began flipping through channels. the station it landed on was MTV, you were skeptical about leaving it on, knowing that everytime you saw steveo now, it tugged at your heart. You watched him change, for better and for worse. of course he's always been completely insane, but he had a soft side to him. now all you ever see is him intoxicated. you decided to leave it on. "maybe they won't even play jackass" you thought to yourself. the commercials ended and the intro for "MTV cribs" began to play and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. but once the episode started, you were stunned. it was apparently a "jackass exclusive" episode where steveo and all his other cast members were showing their "cribs." you knew you should turn it off, or find something else to watch, but you didn't want too. the tv began to show steveo, wasted as ever. you watched in disappointment as he began showing his disgusting apartment, putting hot sauce in his eye, and breaking stuff. Of course this was normal for him, but seeing him on tv do it, knowing millions of others were watching, made your heart hurt for him. "i guess his dream came true..." you thought to yourself. you've been knowing for a while yours and steveos relationship was basically over, but this was the breaking point for you. you put your food away, shut the tv off, and curled up into bed. just staring at your ceiling remembering all the good times and how they were over.

❥༄ It was a cold autumn day when your boss called you into her office. the leaves were changing, the air became crisp, and your outfits became a lotttt cuter. it was your favorite season so you were in a good mood when you walked into her office. "hey you needed to see me?" you asked while giving her a hug and handing her a coffee. "thanks! and yeah i have great news for you!" you gasped and put your hands over your mouth. "tell me!" she had a huge smile on her face while she spoke " the board is sending you to LA to get more info for our project! they think you're the perfect candidate for the job." of course you were happy hearing this, it meant you got to travel, even if it was for work, and you've never been to LA before. but you were a little shaken at the thought of being in the same city as steve o after all this time. your boss gave you all the information you needed for you trip and sent you back to your cubicle.

❥༄ a week later, and you were on your way to LA. You were driving there alone, insisiting your boss that you were fine. you tuned on the radio and cool by gwen stefani began playing. as you listened to the lyrics, you began wondering if you and steveo would ever have a relationship like that, where you could be happy and proud for eachother for finding another love, but then again, did you even want a relationship with him at all if it wasn't him as 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 partner? you couldn't see your self being in love with anyone else, you've never been in love with anyone else. 2 hours and 30 minutes later, you made it to your hotel. you grabbed your bags from the car, checked in, and settled in your room. once you were done, you noticed the time, 5:00. "most bars have happy hour right now.." you thought to yourself." you've always wanted to be in LA, so you decided to let loose and find a bar.

❥༄ you changed form your juicy tracksuit, put on a cuter outfit, and added some makeup. you began walking around looking for a bar. once you found one, you walked in and sat at the bar "a sex on the beach please" you told the bartender with a smile. he gave you your drink and you sipped it in silence, already regretting coming here. you weren't that social to begin with, and it's not like you knew anyone. you regretted not having your boss come along. all of a sudden, you heard some loud voices walk in. it sounded like a bunch of guys so you just stayed staring ahead. you would drink your cocktail, go home, change, and watch 10 things i hate about you for the millionth time. then, you heard a voice you knew all too well speak up. "2 budweisers bud" just your luck. steveo was 3 feet away from you. you noticed him look at you then look away, then snap his neck and look back. "holy shit y/n" you turned to look at him, and you wish you didn't. this was your first time seeing and hearing him in person and not through a tv and he still looked beautiful as ever "o-oh! hey stevie" you always called him that. everyone else called him steveo and steve but you just started calling him stevie one day and it stuck. he gave you a hug while smiling you returned it, hoping he wouldn't notice how your shoulders tensed or how your heart was daring to jump out your chest. even with some alcohol in your system he still made you incredibly nervous. damn it. he pulled away from the hug but stayed close. "what are you doing here. you're still in san diego right?" you fidgeted with your hands and had a nervous smile on your face as you spoke. "i'm here for work" he nodded "oh right on!" he seemed really happy to see you actually, but a part of you was telling you that it was just an act and he couldn't give 2 shits about what you were up too. i mean how happy could he be if he never bothered to call anymore? you noticed he was kind of staring at you, then he spoke up "you look r-really good" he said shyly with a soft smile, which was rare from him, and it felt so nostalgic to see him like that again. "thanks so do you" you said while playing with your hair. it was a nervous fidget you had. then all of a sudden, a tall man with dark hair and dark sunglasses came up to you both. it none other than the johnny knoxville. "where's my beer o?" he spoke. steveo jumped a little and looked away from you "here man" johnny took the can then turned to face you. "oh sorry am i interrupting something?" before steveo could even say anything though, you spoke up "oh no i was...just about to leave." you got down from the chair and slinged your purse on your shoulder. "bye boys" you said as you walked out. as much as you wanted to stay and talk to steveo while staring into his eyes, you knew he was officially done with you. he was hanging out with the big shots now. including bam margera and tony hawk. he was banging models and getting wasted daily. he was living life like a rockstar, like he always wanted, and you didn't wanna ruin that for him. it always seemed that you and steveo were from completely different worlds, but now it was painfully obvious. and you didn't belong in his, or so you thought.

❥༄ you were a few blocks from the bar when you began to hear someone behind you running and yelling "y/n wait!" you turned around and saw steveo coming towards you, with your phone in his hand. once he caught up to you he handed it to you "you left this back there" you grabbed the phone while shaking your head "gosh not again!" you put the phone in your purse then turned to him "thanks you're a life saver." he laughed at your comment "still a klutz huh?" he said with a playful smirk. you gave him one back. "old habits die hard" he let out a little chuckle, then his expression slightly changed from playful to serious. "speaking of that.. i meant what i said back there. you look good." you stared at him, not really knowing what to say. it seemed like he was holding back. he noticed that you knew this and continued " i mean seeing you was like a breath of fresh air" he said with a slight chuckle. you could tell he was tipsy. he was always sweet when he was tipsy. "your face reminds me of when everything was more...simple." you started to get angry. not necessarily at him but at the whole situation. and him saying that angered you even more. simple? did he think you were just some plain jane who had nothing better to do but hang out with him? "what is that supposed to mean?" you said while crossing your arms. he held his hands up in defense. " i didn't mean anything bad by it! it's just...you remind me of...before you know?" he said nervously. you'll admit, he was being ridiculously cute right now, but your anger was getting the better of you. "oh before you became an overnight celebrity and ditched me for brad pitt and lindsey lohan?" "y/n no please jsut list-" you cut him off. "no steve just stop....just stop." tears began to sting the corners of your eyes. you cursed yourself for always being so emotional. you spoke up, your voice shaky. "i was fine with leaving us and all the good times in the past and letting go, but now here you are pouring salt on all my wounds" steveo was staring at you, his face deathly serious and his eyes wide. "why do you think you have to leave us in the past?" you laughed at this. was he serious? "seriously? i mean come on steve we haven't talked in forever and...you're just...different now" he stared at you, looking genuinely hurt, and you knew he hated it when people called him steve, he told you so back in sophmore year when you guys were on the swings at some random park,

"𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

you snapped out of your memory when steveo began shouting back at you "you think i haven't noticed y/n? i mean fuck, i just got off a bender, and i'm probably gonna go on another one." you stared at him dumbfounded. "that's not my fault steve i-" "yeah it is!" he yelled at you. you blinked and stepped back. "w-what?" he looked away from you and ran a hand through his short hair while looking down at his shoes. "ever since you left to san diego i've been lost man. you stared at him as he continued. " i've always been crazy but when i was with you... i was able to stop and be me. you didn't expect me to do any stunts, you didn't expect money or drugs from me, you just accepted me for me. the first time we hung out was the first time i felt normal, like i didn't have to put up an act so you would stay interested." it's true that you left him first. once you turned 18 you moved to san diego and started looking for jobs within your field. you didn't know how much this affected steveo thought, you didn't know he needed you as much as you needed him. while you were standing there, staring at him, in shock, he got tired of your silence. "man forget it." he waved his hand and began walking away. you snapped out of your trance and began yelling for him "no stevie! come back." he turned around, with cold eyes. you walked up to him and began to speak "i didn't know you felt that way. i didn't know you needed me as much as i needed you..." you let out a sad laugh "as much as i still need you. im sorry" you looked up at him to catch his reaction, but he was already staring at you, and as soon as your eyes locked, it was like something inside of him snapped. he grabbed your face and kissed you, hard. you were frozen for a second, you always wanted this and it was hard to believe that it was happening. but you pushed all those feelings back and melted into the kiss, putting your hands around his neck while his snaked down to your waist. you pulled away first, and smiled at him. he stepped back then spoke "you don't know how long i've wanted to do that" you laughed at his cheesey comment, then slapped his forehead. he grabbed his forehead and groaned "what the hell was that for?" you laughed at him and rubbed the area you slapped, as a sorry. "for not telling me you liked me back all those years ago!" he looked at you with a soft smile. "well let me make it up to you... how about we get lunch tomorrow? or breakfast or dinner whatever's best for you." he said while scratching his neck. you laughed at how nervous he was "how about dinner and a movie...the new star wars is out we can watch that!" he laughed at your excitement "ok geek sounds good" you just laughed it off and smiled at him. you guys were stuck staring at eachother for a minute before you spoke up "walk me to my room?" he grabbed your hand "lead the way babe" you missed that nickname. you giggled as you two began walking away, forever thankful for this evening. it felt you two were back to the basics.

authors note: hope you guys liked this! i know a lot of stuff in here is inaccurate but for the sake of the fic let's pretend everything's ok! also this was inspired by lana del reys unreleased song "back to the basics"

[planktonlover69]

And I Will Fuck You (Like Nothing Matters)

so it started when i saw a tiktok edit for mr lawrence and i was like oh he's kinda cute, thats nice and then i scrolled through the comments and one of them said "raw and the voice stays on" and at first i was like haha funni and then oh and then haven't stopped thinking about that since so i made my edits and now we're at this point. hooray!title is from the last dinner party's nothing matters.

so uhhh this is charleston (human!plankton) x reader. no beta! i wrote this while im medded up and half delusional with a 37.5°c fever, so yay!

contents: 18+, smut, age gap (reader is in their mid to late twenties), cheating, and inappropriate relationship between an employer and employee. angst if you squint. ⚠️minors dni

You don’t know how you ended up here – with your boss grinding his dick against your clothed heat and your combined, hushed moans filling your cramped studio apartment.

What started out as you simply offering a bottle of beer to Charleston after a particularly rough day had now led to this very predicament you two found yourself in – with you on top of your boss and your murphy bed quietly creaking against the wooden floor.

Sure he's not like, model handsome, but for some reason, you can never tear your eyes away from him when he doesn’t know you’re looking. He’s old enough to be your father too, but he's not, and you're way past the age of consent, so really, who's counting?

You always find yourself staring as he tinkered around his tools and gadgets, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as Karen provides calculations and adjustments while you man (read: keep a lookout) the always empty Sham Buckets. And that's when you're not serving as his on the ground minion.

He's handsome in a geeky way, though, like one of those 80s movie nerds that grew up, and combined with his determination and brains, it's only a matter of time before you realize how very much you're into that.

It felt wrong to have your boss - your older, married boss - letting you get off like this (or was it actually him getting off as you let him rut against you, naked, save for your underwear?). But it felt good. The added thrill of infidelity sends a shiver down your spine every time he mutters, "This is wrong," and "We shouldn't," against the valley of your breasts and his hands roam across your body.

But if you were being completely honest with yourself, you couldn't care less.

After all, it's not like he was married to a real person, right?

Sure, the Karen v.05 AI is progressing really quickly (you wanted to ask why he didn't just focus on AI and tech development, he would have made enough cash to buy the Trusty Slabs a hundred times over), and sure, she can come up with world domination plans A to Z in a nanosecond that you know will succeed, but there are things that even she can't do.

You doubt her alloy appendages would be warm and soft enough to coax out his breathy, whiny moans like this.

Any semblance of concern towards Karen fades as Charleston moves, one hand reaching down, and pushing your panties slightly to the side and starts to rub your clit with his thumb, the other palming one of your tits, alternating between brushing and rolling his fingers at your already stiff nipples and giving it a gentle squeeze.

You couldn't help letting out a moan, and what's worse than an evil genius is his ego. "You like that?" Charleston asks in a deep, smug voice, as if he hadn't been desperately whining just a few seconds ago. “You’re dripping,” He adds, middle finger pushing inside your sweet, wet cunt.

"More," You moan, pushing down and grinding on his finger, draping your arms over his shoulders for balance. Then, you start playing with the nape of his neck. An excuse for you to hold him as close as possible. "J-just the tip, you c-can put in just the tip. You don't even have to be naked,"

His eyes widen a bit, and you see him swallow a lump in his throat. You agreed to letting him keep most of his clothes on, only really removing his balaclava and his eye patch.

He mentioned it's something about not letting this go too far. Something about still keeping boundaries.

"I-insatiable, aren't we?" He croons, like he isn't two fingers and knuckle-deep inside of you; like he himself hasn't been leaking precum.

"I've wanted this for such a long time," you whisper, moving your lips closer to his ear before giving the earlobe a gentle, tugging bite; your fingers carding through his hair. "I've wanted you for such a long time, boss,"

He groans, whether out of guilt or pleasure, you don't know. You don't care to find out.

"I want you," You whisper again, running your hands from his still clothed chest down to where his pants have been unzipped.

You're sitting on him with your legs on his either side in a way that pressed your cunt directly against his shaft, making every purposeful thrust just fucking delicious. Your crotch is warm and slick, and your core is practically pulsing to have something inside it as once again, you ground your clit on his cock. "You know that, don't you?"

He responds with another breathless moan. His hands flying down your hips, griping it tightly, fingers digging in to hold you still. "You don't know what you're asking for, (Y/N)," He warns, voice dark and gritty.

It's supposed to be threatening, but all it does is make your pussy throb.

"Don't I?" You counter, ever the obstinate minion.

Charleston gives you a second-long glare before grabbing your chin and pulling your face to his, thin lips locking onto yours in a warm, wet kiss.

While you appreciate the enthusiasm, he's obviously out of practice, with the way his lips are moving without rhythm against yours, but you were kind enough to guide him through the process.

It takes you half a minute after he pulls away to realize he's repositioned the two of you, with you laying on your back, your panties already dangling down on one ankle, and him, still clothed with just his pants unzipped but equally as flushed and hair disheveled, hovering over you.

He fully frees himself from his boxers, running the tip through the warm wetness of your folds. It’s been a while since he’d been with someone else - couple of hookups during college, and only having been with K - her (it doesn't feel right even thinking about her name at the moment) ever since, and he belatedly realizes that he's missed this feeling.

And you are such a pretty young thing too, aren't you? Smart and sardonic but always so, so loyal to him, despite the tiny little mishaps in his plans. You were always there, ready with the getaway car.

And wasn't it you prepositioned him first?

He'd be damned if he doesn't savor it. Doesn't savor you.

Your eyes nearly roll back into your head as he slowly eases the tip in. He's doing this on purpose, you note, as he's being unnecessarily patient as he watches your eyes flutter close and your chest heave as you sucked in breaths.

“P-please,” You whine, eager for friction against your clit to satiate your lust.

You watched his brows knit together as Charleston starts with shallow thrusts. He was about half way in when he feels you clenching down impossibly tightly.

"Damn," He muses. "This tight and wet for me already?"

"S-shut up and start m-moving," You answer back, although it did not come out the way you intended as it escaped your lips as a desperate whine.

He glares at you again, but he doesn't mean it. Not really. You're so, so warm and tight around him that it's taking all of his self control not to finish right away. You meet his eyes and hold his gaze, biting your swolen, lower lip as you tried to silence a moan as he pushes deeper inside you. The sight of it, of you is just...

Something inside of him snapped, like a switch that he knew could never be turned off now that it's been flipped.

Before you could mouth off, and knowing he can't hold on much longer either, he picks up the pace, angling his cock perfectly that he was hitting your clit with every thrust, and you could swear you were seeing stars.

But that's not enough for him, not just yet. Not until you're completely undone under him.

Charleston moves to lean closer, latching his mouth around your nipple, flicking with his tongue and taking the hardened bud between his teeth, tugging slightly. You bring up one hand to your mouth and bite down on your knuckle to stop yourself from getting noise complaints.

He lets out a slow laugh at the sight of you trying to muffle the sounds that try to escape your throat. "No, (Y/N), not like that," He says as he pulls your hand away. "Like this," He adds, capturing your lips and swallowing down your moans. You notice that he's copying the way you kissed him earlier.

"I'm close," He mutters against your lips as he breaks the kiss off. "I'm so close, (Y/N),"

"M-me too... I'm - so close, Charleston, p-please," you moan as quietly as you can, and the desperation on your face (as well as his) is enough to make him snap his hips harder, chasing both your peaks, your eyes screwing shut at the sudden intensity and your mouth falling open as you feel yourself cum on his cock, screaming in a silent orgasm as he groans against your neck. You feel him shoot ropes of cum inside you, filling you up.

Just how long has this man been backed up? Didn't he do freaky sex stuff with his robot wife?

He stayed inside you for a couple of minutes as we went soft. Your apartment quiet, save for your combined heavy breathing.

But the weight of the guilt starts to come creeping back. You avoided looking at him, despite his cum still inside you. Looking at your him post-coitus would feel a little too intimate, because you know he's married. Because you know he loves her, despite... whatever just happened.

The atmosphere shifts.

He pulls out, but neither of you speak, though you both know what’s lingering heavily in the air. You tell yourself that all you care about is getting what you wanted, about getting off and fucking him, and you got it, didn't you?

Right now, though, all you want for him is to leave, and treat you like he's always did tomorrow when you show up for work.

So you didn't stop yourself from speaking first, breaking the already tense silence between the two of you. Your throat scratchy and voice slightly hoarse as you pointed out where the bathroom is, adding that there's a clean towel he can use. You even told him he can borrow one of your bigger pajamas to wear as he heads out, since the one he has on is obviously soiled. You tell him he can leave it here too, and you'll throw it in your washing machine and return it back to him in a few days.

Charleston gives you an odd look, and opens his mouth as if he's gonna say something, but thought better of it. He nods wordlessly and walks to your bathroom, closing the door.

You feel yourself about to drift off.

You'll let the guilt gnaw and fester inside you later. Hell, maybe you'll hit the town and hangout with Jimbob and Rick and Andie or any of your other friends later. Or maybe you'll stay in and order takeouts as you cry all night.

Right now, though -

Right now, all you wanted was a nap.

So you yell out that he can just lock the door on his way out as you shifted and moved around in your bed and throw your blanket above your head.

You'll clean up and change your sheets later.

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i need someone who will ramble abt leo to me..!!! PEOPLE DON'T TALK ABT DOM LEO ENOUGH.. ok yes he's a silly little switch but please 😓 i want to be dominated by that man so much i can't anymore actually....... he's just a silly little guy!!!!!!!!!!!!! (you can definitely not feel his erection poking against you while you cuddle)

i def think leo would enjoy being called 'ou-sama' while being intimate. enjoying seeing you beg for him whilst you moan it out every minute or so!

ALSO!!! this dude definitely cums alot when he has an orgasm. he pushes himself deeper into you whenever he feels that he's getting close. he isn't even pulling out yet and it's already leaking down your thighs! 1!1!1?1?1?

leoooo hehehshshsh i love him so much🥲. he definitely likes to grope you whenever your cuddling, toying with your nipples now and there, it's sooo cute

he's also someone who gets all lovey dovey after sex (ESPECIALLY after hard/hate sex.) he definitely loooves seeing you in his shirts once you two wake up after a long night of intimacy.

enjoys giving and receiving oral!! i can't imagine how good leo would b at eating someone out... his tongue going deep into you, and his mouth sucking on all the right places TT... (actually, screw that, all the knights members are probably good at oral, ritsu and leo stick out the most to me when it comes to it tho. the two models are still pretty good though <3)

making you ride him one day was always on his bucket list ;3.. he's already guiding you onto his lap, grabbing your hips whilst you grind against him, you were so sure you were already drooling from the corner of your mouth at that point from how full you feel, while leo just chuckles and casually licks it all up. he's already eaten you out before, its not gonna be that bad if he tastes your saliva, right?.. you two makeout almost every chance you get, anyway.

enjoy the leo ramble.. the world needs more dom! leo truthers honestly 🥹

Oo another Leo

Yea I see a bunch of sub Leo usually and there needs to be more of him as a dom. Dom Leo would probably be one of the nice doms except their so rough and have a bunch of stamina but they're so sweet

And yea, cuddle sex with Leo. It would start out all nice, him just spooning you and then suddenly he's hard. I don't think he'd say anything either waiting till it goes away or you make a move such as grinding back on him. If you do then he'd start out all teasing, nibbling and kissing on your neck before sliding his hands down your pants and slowly lowering them just enough so he can push his cock in

I haven't heard a lot about his cum but yk, I like what you're saying. Also also, hear me out. Leo with a breeding kink, he already tries to release as deep as he can inside of you, and so much comes out it leaks down your thighs. Why not add a breeding kink into it? Leo trying to put as much as he can into you, until a little bulge appears on your stomach because he's released so much into you

It'd be funny to have Leo be so rough on you for hours, calling you mean names and over stimulating you so much and when he's finally done to be all sweet and lovely dovey. Such as running and taking a bath with you, cuddling, getting you food as if he didn't just completely turn you into a mess

I can see Leo being super good at oral. He would definitely be good with his mouth along with Ritsu, I agree with what you said

Along with riding Leo what about him having you do it while he's tryna compose a song. He claims it "encourages and inspires him" but all it really is is a distraction and an excuse to get you all needy and whiney on top of him. Don't think he won't be composing though, he would, just writing it on your body while you drool all over him

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 (2)

[Aemond Targaryen x female Lucerys Velaryon • fem! oc!reader]

[warnings: sex content, fights, harassment, angst, smut, domination, violence, targcest (uncle/niece)]

Only for 18+

[description: Boarding School - Modern Setting. Lucerya avoided her uncle for years but Aemond remembers and he is on his mission to make her life a living hell.]

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"I heard she removed Aemond's eye with a spoon and ate it afterwards."

Apparently, Aemond was not the only psychopath at this school. What sane person would start such perverse rumors?

The rumors were awful.

She would love to go to these girls and smack the bullshit out of them.

Jacaerys liked to claim that Lucy had trouble controlling herself but she wasn't the one looking for someone else's eye.

Well, in reality she already did it, but it wasn't planned. Aemond planned her death. Big Difference.

Damn, she had been a child and tried to protect her brother.

She wasn't a bad person.

He attacked. She protected.

Aemond Tarargyen, on the other hand, a full-time psychopath, seemed to have a plan to make her life miserable before he would kill her.

He was just everywhere.

When she came out of the classroom, he walked past her, when she visited her brother, he was suddenly there, and when she had to go to the toilet, he suddenly had to go the same way.

This man had made it his top priority to torment her before he wanted to remove her eye.

"Can't you fuck off?," she said when Aemond surprisingly bumped into her. Again.

"This school doesn't belong to you, little Lucy. I know you are used to get what you want without any consequences but here I am the one who rules," Aemond snarled. "By the way, I'm assigned to you, I think you'll have to endure my presence a little longer. Stay strong."

Ah, the popular joke about her real father again.

Harwin Strong was a businessman in a rival company and her mother was said to have had an affair with him that produced Jace and Lucy.

Since she and Leanor both had silvery blonde hair, it was easy to assume that they weren't Leanor's children.

But her mother had never admitted it, and Leanor never said something.

"Well, very funny, now that you're done with your stupid jokes, you can fuck off and take your shit to-" Lucy winced as Aemond shoved her into a small side corridor and pushed her against the wall.

That seemed to be his habit.

Pushing people against walls.

Or at least her.

"This is my fucking school, niece. Who do you think you are?" He held her arms tightly. She was sure she would see his prints there in the morning. He looked down at her, hard and unyielding. He was a head taller than her, if not even more, and never had Lucy felt so small.

As a child, she has been taller than Aemond, despite their age difference, but that had more than doubled in his favor. The little crybaby Aemond was now a man. To her misfortune.

Puberty did hit him too hard.

"Let me go right now, Aemond," she ordered, tried to free herself but Aemond looked down at her mockingly. Her attempts were pathetic.

"Or what? Are you going to take my other eye then?"

She really longed for that at the moment.

"I've already apologized!"

"You can keep your apology. I desire something else from you," Aemond breathed, pressing her even harder against the wall. If that was even possible. No sheet of paper would fit between them. She had never been so close to anyone before. Her heart was beating wildly against her chest. What the hell was this? "How does it feel, little Lucy? Knowing that I could take your eye anytime, hmm? Do you want to know how it made me feel? Or is everything forgotten and forgiven to you after your sweet apology?"

There was nothing in the world that could save her.

Her mother had made it very clear that she would be spending this school year at King's Landing, and Jacaerys was more concerned about his affairs with some girls than anything else.

What was his advice ? Keep cool ?

The next time he had another argument with Aegon, his blood splattered everywhere, Lucy would recommend a loving 'Keep cool' as well.

She flinched as Aemond's fingers touched her lips.

Would it be a good idea to bite him now? Then he would not only be the one-eyed Aemond but also the fingerless one.

"So will you give me your eye?," he asked. "Or shall I take something else?"

My life? My money? My pure soul?

"Tell me, Lucy," Aemond breathed "Why are you shaking so much? Is it because of me? Has never anyone ever touched you before?"

By the old gods. His words sounded so filthy. Did he do that on purpose?

"Even if someone had touched me, it's none of your fucking business," she hissed and Aemond laughed in response.

She tried to free herself but he pushed her harder against the wall. Pressed against the wall without escape. It made her feel his muscles under his shirt.

He took her breath away, twisted her world and she couldn't help but think about how his skin would feel against hers.

"Even if? So I'd be the first to-"

"Aemond?"

They both looked to the right. Lucy embarrassed and shocked that they had been caught and Aemond murderous that he had been interrupted.

A girl with long black hair and tanned skin stood not far from them and stared at them.

Her gaze was disdainful as she ran it over Lucy. "Who is this?"

Aemond let his gaze slide back to Lucy and the corners of his mouth turned up. She did not like his look. He looked down on her like a wild animal ready to devour its prey.

"My new playmate," Aemond replied in amusement, gently stroking Lucy's cheek with his long fingers before pulling away, leaving her pressed against the wall like an idiot.

He left her without a second glance and threw his arm around the strange girl, who gave Lucy a hostile look before letting Aemond pull her along.

Lucy clutched her chest, which was rising and falling uncontrollably.

It was worse than she had expected. Maybe she shouldn't wait until Aemond killed her. Maybe it would be better if she faked her own death.

This school year was going to be horrific.

Aemond was not only a psychopath but also an arrogant bastard.

And everyone in that goddamn school seemed to respect him.

Or fear. Often these two feelings were close to each other.

"His mother was here yesterday," Baela informed him. "Aemond beat up some classmate for pulling his eye patch off."

"Sounds fair," judged Rhaena.

"Before that, they say Aemond pushed him against the lockers."

"And now it sounds a lot less fair."

"And has he been suspended?" Lucy asked hopefully.

Baela gave her a pitying look.

"Unfortunately not, our uncle spoke to Mr. Velaryon. He got only a warning," Rhaena shared. Lucy had to organize her thoughts for a moment. By uncle she meant her uncle Viserys, who ironically was Lucy's grandfather.

It was all very confusing.

"And that's what happens when you have a powerful man as your father," Baela interjected as she put another spoonful of soup in her mouth. It was already her third plate and Lucy wondered when she'd finally stuffed the black hole in her stomach.

"Aemond is an asshole and one of the reasons is that Viserys always gets him out of those situations."

Lucy could only agree.

They all looked up as Alys River's laughter echoed through the hall.

She sat on Aemond's lap and seemed to be having fun while Aemond looked almost bored.

He sat back in his chair, legs spread wide and one arm over the seat back.

"Look at him, how he sits there like he is the god damn king of this school."

They all looked at him. "Well, he kind of is, the king of this school. His minions love him and do everything he says."

Suddenly, Aemond's gaze shifted to them and Baela and Rhaena jumped in shock.

They looked back at their plates as fast as they could, but Lucy felt ... consumed.

Aemond's gaze pierced her and robbed her of the ability to think. Why did he have so much power over her?

A knowing smile appeared on his lips and he winked at her.

Annoyed, Lucy rolled her eyes and turned around.

It was best if she tried to avoid him.

It was like some bad cheesy teen drama when she walked out of the secretariat and walked straight into Hugh Hammer.

Hugh Hammer was big and would have knocked her over if he hadn't caught her at the last second.

She was momentarily dizzy from the impact.

"Are you alright?" he asked looking at her worried.

He was pretty. He had brown eyes with long eyelashes and light blonde hair.

His face was very square and his build was similar to Aemond's, only slightly shorter and broader.

As Lucy ran her gaze over his body, she saw the muscles showing beneath his clothing.

"You mean after you almost killed me?" she asked wryly and he laughed.

"You ran into me. As quickly as you stormed out of the secretariat, it's a wonder you didn't kill me," he joked and she laughed.

She had called her mother begging her to take her out of school, but the only thing that had come from her was that her life hadn't been easy either.

Thanks for nothing, mum.

She decided to write a long farewell letter explaining that it was her fault that she had to suffer so much before Aemond finally had mercy and put an end to her suffering.

"I'm Hugh," he introduced himself and Lucy took his outstretched hand.

"Lucerya but my friends call me Lucy," and Aemond Targaryen who was doing whatever he wanted. Little Lucy. Sweet.

"Lucerya? Are you Jacaerys' little sister?"

"Oh god, please don't tell me you're friends with him?"

Hugh laughed.

"No, I was in the same year as Aegon before he had to repeat. Jacaerys is just very popular, and word has it his sister is going to our boarding school."

Apparently, Jacaerys wasn't lying about his supposed popularity after all. People here were crazy. Maybe she should drop that he cries when he sleeps.

"Are you at the party tonight?"

"What party?"

"Your brother's party?" Hugh asked in surprise and looked confused.

Well, he wasn't the only one.

Jacaerys, that little asshole, that little worm, that little dwarf, didn't invite her.

Hugh would think she was a boring loser if she confessed to him now.

"Ah, the party. Sorry, always so busy I forgot." She laughed like a crazy bitch. All she had to do was open one of her books and dream that she was somewhere else. Far away. "Of course I'll come."

"Cool," Hugh replied, smiling. He was so cute.

"See you tonight then, Lucy."

Now all she had to do was find out where this party was taking place.

And killing her brother for not inviting her.

Did sound like a good plan.

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[regarding-stories]

With my reviewing skill, this anime round-up will be the strongest!

Admittedly I have no cheat skill at reviewing, but I guess I need no OP stat to realize that by now the anime series featuring ever more absurd Isekai scenarios have been piling up. It's no longer enough to get a god-tier skill. Now you get a bizarre skill and make it big with it.

Like many trending ideas, results are mixed. So let's dive in.

As a Reincarnated Aristocrat, I'll Use My Appraisal Skill to Rise in the World

This show came unto our screens last summer, but given that a lot of similar-sounding titles have been dominating this season's anime output, I scooped it up along with the bunch. And four episodes in, I can say this one is excellent.

The premise is that a man is reborn as the son of a noble but has an in-born ability to ascertain anybody's abilities. He then sets out to acquire the greatest talents for his father's household to help out in a future time of strife. What helps with this is his genuine kindheartedness and that he is not inclined towards his birth world's biases.

The show, combined with its well-conceived soundtrack, hits emotional notes quite well. It touched me and made laugh out loud at other times with its comedic timing.

There are already two seasons out, suggesting I'm not the only thinking this is a keeper.

Headhunted to Another World: From Salaryman to Big Four!

Who needs a power fantasy? All we want is a kind boss and job satisfaction!

Or rather, that seems to be the message behind this Isekai story where a salaryman is pulled into another world to basically manage the Demon Lord's conquests. In our world, he was sent overseas and generally held in low esteem by his company, even though his results seemed good. But now he has a second chance working for... a rather wise and kind-hearted Demon Lord...??

The show actually is not without merit. At times it is funny, and it at least tries to make the negotiation skills of somebody from an office job seem relevant to the overall plot. Including cultural misunderstandings. Talk about being an "overseas manager!"

It also attempts some world-building, more so than several of the shows yet to come hereafter. Featuring the usual anime stuff of one Miss Fanservice appearing around the protagonist after another, with a Tsundere right at the center.

Let's give it a ... "decent."

Update: Well, I made it to episode 5... and it makes as little sense as ever. One or two episodes before we learn the Demon Army eats watery gruel every day, so I assumed they all lived in huts like some of the demi-humans they "annexed." Ep. 5 starts in a bustling city with markets selling beautiful merchandise... part of the Demon Lord's lands. Right...

Even Given the Worthless "Appraiser" Class, I'm Actually the Strongest

We're two episodes into this one.

Here's a world where the cards you're dealt with are just unfair. (A common theme of last season.) And our protagonist has the job skill to identify. Forced to make a living as an adventurer, he's first bullied then abandoned to die by two ... employers who treat him like trash.

He gets a lucky break and learns that his skill has a use he never suspected. Anticipating enemy moves and even copying them. Voila! Now our boy can go places!

Another MC who within two episodes is so badass, he's off the chart. (Or at least capable of beating S-Rank monsters.) We'll see how that goes... Given that the show has basically used two episodes for the setup, it's hard to predict how the rest of the season will be, but it did a good job so far, so I hope it will remain doing so. Update: I dropped the show in episode 3 because it seemed like now he's too OP, anyway. Why do they all break balance in episode 2-3?

The Daily Life of a Middle-Aged Online Shopper in Another World

Now they can't all be gold, can they? (Not that that was the case.)

This show... hmmm. Let's describe the premise first. A guy who liked living the slow life is transported to an Isekai world and finds his special ability is calling up an online shopping platform called "Shangri-La" which readily accepts payment in goods from this world at rates to allow him to shop his way up the economic ladder (by reselling stuff).

Now, I know it sounds lame. And this show has a lot to go against it - beside even its premise. One thing is that he instantly pollutes this Isekai world with stuff from our world. A digger? Seriously? Watching the credits you wonder why we need an Isekai world when we end up driving around in vans anyway. Another thing is its faulty logic. Can't he shop for insect repellent? Can't he hire local help for manual labor?

It's another show that will likely struggle keeping a balance between the "I'm making a lot of friends" slow life vibe and action overtones soon to creep in (at least if the credits are any guide).

It's watchable so far, though. How it will handle its contradictions over the season is hard to predict.

Possibly the Greatest Alchemist of All Time

Three episodes into this one.

Summons into another world are no longer what they used to be. These days always something goes wrong... and this guy was summoned along by accident. To make up for it, he gets a blessing from the goddess and goes for becoming an alchemist, a crafting job. (Because he wants to stay away from danger...)

Given his advantages he quickly makes a good living for himself in the other world. And what does a good living need when you're a single young man?

Apparently female slaves. Good lord...

Yep, this show follows the Isekai trend that there's (magic-enabled) slavery in the other world. But in case of our protagonist it's more like... indentured servitude (which isn't really better)... and since he's nice...

I really don't know why they included this bit in an otherwise solid anime. The implications are quite chilling. Yet the show itself is not aiming for "edgy" or "dark," making the choice even weirder.

Bogus Skill Fruitmaster ~About that time I became able to eat unlimited numbers of Skill Fruits (that kill you)~

You thought we had reached bottom yet? (Muhahaha.)

Start of episode 3: A horse rears. Explanation? Wow, there's an ominous castle. Say what?! Now all the shows I've listed before can at least claim that they seem to flow well in terms of writing. I really don't think this is the case for "Fruitmaster"...

The first skill fruit you eat determines your fate, the second kills you. And our MC wanted to be a great hero and be together with his childhood friend. Instead she gets the awesome blessing and he can only become a fruit farmer. And a careless one, too...

Given that he farms a poisonous fruit, he takes no real effort to teach the child he takes in that the dangerous fruit he harvested might kill him. But that's just the way this show is written. Don't like the bully? Friend telling you to stay out of it? Immediate next action? Ignore friend, walk up to bully and say "You're a bad bully, let my friend go."

I stopped at the point in episode 3 where they fell down a cliffside because the kid forgot she was on a cliffside - to no consequence.

I'm a Noble on the Brink of Ruin, So I Might as Well Try Mastering Magic

Every three generations, nobles have to re-earn their hereditary title. So better get going! Oh, he can do magic, that will help!

And then a guy shows up who just gifts him 300 spells for no other reason that he's polite to strangers (must be the spell fairy), and he masters applying five kinds of magic in parallel before the episode ends.

Add me losing interest before credits roll to his achievements...

I Left my A-Rank Party to Help My Former Students Reach the Dungeon Depths!

Another strong contender for the longest on-the-nose title, this show features a red mage support character who basically quits his A-Rank party because the others are all egocentric asshats who gladly take somebody else's contribution for granted while having no helpful inclinations towards others themselves.

Only two episodes in, the show has well-established that he is a great asset to any party but suffers the fate of the unappreciated support class. Also, "revenge" shenanigans from his old party are likely as they somehow can only think spiteful thoughts.

This fantasy world actually has a weird little "live streaming" phenomenon going on, where successful parties also can become media darlings and there's such a thing as going viral.

And you know what? It basically works, so far.

And there you have it. A bit unsurprisingly most of these shows at best achieve a "Well, I can watch that.", with the strongest on the list having been released in 2024 instead. Isekai might not recover from this deluge of shows where some can't even claim mediocrity.

Hopefully a studio picks up "Walking in another world" soon... It certainly has more going for it than most of these.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Trick Wh(or)e Treat

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: none really, just a cute Halloween one shot! A little treat for you all since it's been a while 🎃 swearing, name calling, mentions of hauntings, Halloween puns, nervous boys, drinking, teasing 🖤 rating: mature I suppose

"Boo!" Dominic shook harder at the silly word. He'd had an impossibly hard night even though Halloween was always his favorite. The world was a freak show on October thirty first, not just him. Not just his mind. "Shit, I didn't mean to actually scare you. You good?" He didn't know how to answer the calming voice, he just shook his head no and hoped his trembling was enough of an answer. His best friend sighed and pulled him inside his home, taking off the demon mask he was wearing to reveal a heavily made up face. Seemed he had multiple costumes in one. Or maybe the mask was just to be silly. "Fuck happened?" The rapper asked, pulling the boy into his arms but Dom didn't know how to speak. He was starting to think he should just go home.

"Close the door." He whispered instead and Colson poked his head out, looking around to make sure everything was safe before he shut and locked it.

"Should I get a gun?" The taller man half joked but when his friend just shrugged he felt himself go more on alert. If someone was after the punk they'd have to go through him. "Dude- talk to me." He growled as Dom pulled away and stumbled over to his bar, pulling out a bottle of tequila and downing enough to start a fire in his belly. Shiiiit, Kells knew something was seriously wrong if Dom was drinking that.

"Fink I've got a ghost." He panted, his black lipstick smeared. Finally Colson was able to take in his appearance a little more. Honestly the kid looked like he belonged in West Hollywood, he was barely wearing more than a Victoria Secret Angel but the man wouldn't complain. He might stare and grumble internally but he wouldn't complain.

"Slutty much?" Okay maybe he would complain a little, but only because every time he saw Dom so underdressed it gave him a funny feeling in his stomach. Or lower. Definitely lower.

"It was for a party. Fuck off. It ain't me main costume." He snarked back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Sparkly black smeared across his cheek and he looked as if he'd been rode hard and put away wet- in the best way. The singer looked down at himself, his fishnet top and barely there black bottoms, his torn hose and scuffed knee high boots. Even his wings looked bent and ruffled. "Fuck. Did you 'ear me?"

Kells nodded, joining the boy at the bar to get his own drink, though he kept it calmer with a whiskey. "And I'm supposed to believe in ghosts?" He asked, his voice already a drawl as if he'd been pregaming before whatever party he was headed to.

"You don't?"

"You do?"

"It don't matter! I'm being 'aunted!"

Kells took a deep breath and a deeper drink, his blue eyes covered by red contacts were locked on the kid and taking in his stressed look. Even so upset and halfway to drunk he was adorable. Shit. The glass hit the bar top a little too sharply and he rubbed the back of his head. "Okay, why do you think you're haunted?"

Dominic smirked, the corner of his lips curling up as he all but vibrated where he stood. In the boots he was almost six foot but still shorter than Kells so he was able to look up at him from under thick eyelashes with his big jade eyes lined in coal. "Cause I can't get ya out me 'ead." The punk whimpered softly and for just a moment they both stopped breathing. He didn't know what had pushed him to finally say something but he'd woken up that day and knew he had to. It had terrified him all bloody day.

One of Col's brows went up and his lips started to twitch as if to smile or laugh. For just a moment he was sure the kid was pranking him but he'd never seen Dom look so vulnerable. Open. Scared. He took a breath as his heart jump started itself and took a step closer. "Why'd you shrug about me getting a gun then?"

That heavy gaze dropped to the rapper's too tight pants and it felt to Kells as if he'd been touched. He couldn't help but shudder. "I never said which gun."

Colson snorted, shaking his head at his best friend's absurdity. He wasn't upset and he somehow wasn't as scared as he thought he'd be. This always seemed inevitable. "You think you can show up looking like a whore fallen angel and get in my pants with a bit like that?"

"I fink I could show up in any'fin wiv no bit and get in ya pants Kells. But look-" He hummed, reaching behind himself to fiddle with something in the wings. After a moment they lit up with tiny sparkling lights and fluttered a few times. The man couldn't help but grin and move closer.

"You don't have a halo." He teased, staring at the mess of wild hair. He wasn't sure why he kept picking on the boy but he couldn't help it. A lot would change the moment he agreed or disagreed.

"Yeah I do but you supposed to wear it." The boy purred so smoothly that it took the rapper a moment to figure it out but when he did his dick jerked and he groaned deep. He felt himself drawn even closer, their bodies like magnets.

"You think your ass is heaven?"

"You fink it's not? Only one way to find out. So, you gonna stop 'aunting me Cols?" Dom whispered, tangling his fingers in the taller man's shirt to pull him down. Down. Their lips were only an inch apart but it still felt too far.

Colson licked his lips, his hands itching to see what the kid's skin felt like under his palms. What he tasted like. How tight his halo was and if it would fit on his… head. "Trick or treat?"

"Treat please?" The punk asked softly, his hot breath ghosting Col's mouth. They both smiled as their lips met and hands started to wander. As things turned just a little sloppy he couldn't help thinking it was definitely that, a special treat just for him. He just hoped he wouldn't wake up tomorrow to find it was all a trick but he trusted Dom better than that. He was the devil and the boy in his arms was definitely an angel. His angel. It might just turn out to be his happiest Halloween yet.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker (thank you for the title idea 👻) @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @triplexdoublex @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Sorry I haven't written in a while but my whole day is devoted to taking care of my mother. I put this together as a treat while she was napping. I hope you're all having a wonderful Halloween! 🎃 Love you so much! Hopefully I can write more of my regular stuff soon 🖤

[maguro13-2]

The Secret of Krillin's Ex Revealed

Android 17 : Nice Kid of yours, That's Maron alright. You know, sis. I gotta admit it. Being a uncle and park ranger is great. But I do believe that he named his daughter after his long-lost Ex from the fillers.

Android 18 : You are definitely right. He did named after a blued-haired b--I mean, blue-haired lady that he used to be his girlfriend. So I wonder what's so secret that I didn't even met his ex.

Krillin's Ex (Maron) : *walking by* Hi, people I never seen before in Krillin's.

17 & 18 : Hi, Maron from the filler saga of Dragon Ball Z.

*One Piece SFX : Funny Sound Effect*

Android 17 : Uhh, sis?

Android 18 : Yeah?

Android 17 : Was that the guy's ex that she walked by us?

Android 18 : Uh-huh.

Android 17 : We didn't even met her.

Android 18 : Well it's not wonder that we named our daughter his Ex. I feel something is very suspicious to that woman that we never seen before in our lives.

Android 17 : Let's go find out.

(scene flips)

Android 17 : Alright Krillin's EX. I know you're in there and I demand that you tell us that you were the one who gave my niece her name, and you a slender young woman who is curvaceous and hot in a golden swimsuit, let's just agree that you're still just a--

*reveals a lab full of copies of Krillin's Ex Maron*

Android 17 : CLONES!?!

Android 18 : What the f***

Android 17 : Oh God! This is where Krillin's Ex came from?

Android 18 : Who in the world would put a lab full of Maron Clones?

Dr. Briefs : That's because Krillin's girlfriend was actually a clone of my daughter.

Android 17 : You! You did this!

Android 18 : You're the one who created Maron!

Android 17 : You're sick, man! You're sick!

Dr. Briefs : I know this had been a long time til someone managed to learn the truth that it was I who created a clone of Bulma and it became a popular for Toei Animation and in turned it become known as Krillin's Ex Girlfriend.

Android 18 : Wait a second. You took the DNA from your own daughter to make it look like Krillin's bruja girlfriend? I bet you're the one that is trying to make Goku's wife jealous.

Dr. Briefs : Not jealously! Retribution. I've known my own daughter had been lost when I felt that she was gonna be killed by the copy of that Bulma. And now you underestimated the secret.

Android 18 : You mean you were producing copies of the orignal bulma to make another Maron? Is that what you've been doing all along.

??? : Not just any copies of the original Bulma, but an android created to bring world domination that I built.

Android 17 : Old man Gero! You're working with him!? But I killed you for good riddance!

Dr. Gero : Thanks to my brilliant plans of making another copy of me, I will achieve my plans to dominating the world by unleashing my army of Maron copies that rid of all the women in the world!

Dr. Briefs : So when two geniues working together, we put our efforts to show jealousy and Envy to all what it means to make fans jealous over Chi-Chi.

Android 18 : Oh God!

Android 17 : That's it, Old man! You're dead! You're gonna be toast for sure! I'm gonna lay a pounding on ya with my fists!

Dr. Gero : I wouldn't be so sure about that. Maron! Take out those pitiful Androids I created, they are no longer in use for me.

Maron : Yes, Master.

Android 17 : You think that I am gonna lay a finger on a slender and curvaceous woman to think she's Bulma? Yeah, right. Hey, sis help me and--*gets blasted by Maron's finger laser* GAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Android 18 : Bro! No! You mad man! I will never forgive you for this!

Dr. Gero : This is truly quite the end of you 18, and you will never save everyone, neither can save yourself from this terror that we have unleashed. Now my Marons, destroy that pitiful 18 once and for all...FOR LIFE!

Marons : [robotic-tone] *chanting Kill 18*

Android 18 : No! Stay back! I'm warning you! You aren't Krillin's girlfriend anymore and you're just a copy of the orignal Bulma! I'm a good housewife and a loving mother! You can't do this! No! No! No! NOOOOOOOO!!!

Android 17 : Hey, sis! Wake up!

*18 wakes up from Dream*

Android 18 : Huh? Wha-?

Android 17 : Quit daydreaming! You're missing out on all of the fun from this party.

Android 18 : It was nuts I tell ya, there was Krillin's Ex Maron, finding out that Maron was a copy or an android of the original Bulma that died, the old man Gero was secretly working with his father for the Red Ribbon Army we used to work at and Maron tried to kill us!

Android 17 : What you're talking about sis? You're just having one of them fantasies again. Krillin's Ex just died in an accident. Who cares if his girlfriend was a copy of the Bulma we know, at least we're still living in the dream.

Android 18 : Yeah, living in the dream. Guess our kid Marron is Maron after all, who says anything about Krillin's Ex been long since the Garlic Jr Saga was only filler at the time.

Krillin's Ex Maron : Excuse me guys, but is this the party that I am in time?

Android 17 : Eh? Who are you supposed to be?

Krillin's Ex Maron : Well, I'm Maron, Krillin's Ex. We used to meet each other at the start of the Garlic Jr. Saga, it was our fun time here at the beach. So I was wondering if I could meet Krillin once again or even meet his best friend who died in a serious fight with his brother or even exploded in space. Who cares if anyone thinks that I am a copy of the original Bulma Briefs when you least have me for a special reunion.

Android 18 : Hey, Bro. You thinking what I'm thinking? Should we keep this as a secret?

Android 17 : Oh, shucks. Here we go again.

[iris out]

[COURSE CLEAR (NSMB VER.) - kOJI KONDO]

"AND NOW YOU KNOW!"

Mario : That's-a So nice!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Blast+Explosion*

Mario : *coughs*

Android 18 : [To 17] I told him that would shut him up.