#YEAH WELL IM SCARED OUTTA MY MIND!!!!!

[cakepoppresent]

That's a Threat?

Mind you Daisuke has killed men before and here Maclolm ass disrespecting the fuck outta him. It's cool though Daisuke thinks it's cute

Transcript under the cut~

Daisuke: Malcolm. Do you have a minute?

Malcolm: The old dude dating my sister. What do we have to talk about?

Daisuke: I wanted to formally introduce myself

Malcolm: What the fuck for?

Malcolm: Did it occur to you that maybe I don’t want to meet you? The cradle robber

Daisuke: I’ve been seeing Luna for a year now and I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you.

Malcolm: I don’t care. We don’t have anything to talk about

Daisuke: I’m not as old as you think

Malcolm: That sounds like a fucking threat. Are you threatening me old man?

Daisuke: I think it would be in your best interest to speak with me.

Daisuke: I think we could have a more productive conversation in a warmer location. Don’t you agree?

Malcolm: Sounds horrible. I decline

Daisuke: I’ve asked Luna to spend Winterfest and the New Years with me. I wanted to extend the offer to you as well.

Daisuke: Malcolm. I’m not the type of man to ask twice.

Malcolm: Crazy work. Answer is still no

Daisuke: I understand that you are very protective of Luna, and so am I. I would like to use this time to get to know you better and hopefully, you can do the same

Malcolm: Ew. Can I be frank?

Daisuke: Of course

Daisuke: Do you have anything else to add?

Malcolm: I don’t like you. I think you’re shady and hiding something and I don’t think my sister is safe around you. I heard you guys almost broke up over the summer, she should made that permanent

Malcolm: Yeah. I think you’re an old bastard that should leave my sister alone. You weirdo

Daisuke: Let me be frank. I’m a man of means, and getting you to come to Mt. Komorebi won’t be difficult for me, but I wanted to speak to you man-to-man and make my intentions with your sister very clear. I plan on dating with the intention of getting married, which means we are going to be family. Let’s use this time to get to know each other, and let me show you how much your sister means to me.

Malcolm: “A man of means” eh? sounds like another threat.

Daisuke: You mean a lot to your sister and she's worried we won’t get along. I would hate to disappoint her and tell her I couldn’t convince you to come to Mt. Komorebi. You don't want to be the cause of the disappointment, do you?

Malcolm: You fucking suck

Daisuke: Old habits die hard but the sentiment remains the same. I hope you can reconsider

Malcolm: You...*deep breath* Fine...I’ll go

Malcolm: Not because of anything you said, you can keep those sentiments to yourself. I'm doing this only for Luna since she's so set on dating you, I can’t force her to stop. I still think you fucking suck and your threats don’t scare me

Daisuke: Im happy to hear that. You don’t have to worry everything will be taken care of. I promise you

Malcolm: Whatever old man

Daisuke: I’m not that much older than you

Malcolm: I don’t care old man.

Daisuke: It was nice speaking with you

Malcolm: Ew. I’m leaving

[cool-cowboy]

Infinite Darkness Leon loves boobs. I don’t make the rules. (please make a thing about it im gnawing at the bars of my inclosure)

Ask and you shall receive !!! He doesn't just love them, he is obsessed. Always happy to provide ;) Enjoy !

Summary:

In which Leon just really loves boobs, gets home from a long day's work and wants to unwind with his face buried in the most perfect tits he's ever seen.

Text:

“Hey, hun.” He nearly makes me burn myself, his footsteps reflexively silent, even off duty, his voice low and close to my ear, tired. He wraps me in his arms, doesn’t even give me the chance to finish up what I’m doing, his arms around my waist, lips tucked down into the crook of my neck. He smells like sweat, that and leather, never takes that damn jacket off, I swear. 

“You scared the hell outta me, Le. You’re early, dinner’s still got an hour.” He hums, letting me turn around in his arms, inspecting, though he doesn’t look too bad, light day, I suppose. His scruff is grown out, a little longer than he likes it, the only evidence of his profession a yellowed bruise on one cheek. 

“Sorry, Didn’t mean to. God, you look pretty.” He kisses me, the little beard he has going scratchy on my skin, but I kiss him back, not willing to deny him after not seeing him all day. He keeps going, hauls me up onto the counter with gloved hands on my hips, still in his work clothes, his kisses turning a little less loving, more sensual, his beard becoming painful, my hand in his hair getting him to pull back. “Damn, you’re not in the mood?” I huff a laugh, shaking my head at him, his clippedness something I spent a long time getting used to, used to think he was being an asshole, when really that’s just him, straight to the point, not one to waste time. 

“No it’s- I am- Just, you’re… hurting me.” I rub at the sides of his jaw, giving him a fake disturbed look he does not seem to enjoy, frowning at me and pulling my hands away and down on top of my thighs. “You need to shave.” He gives me a look, unimpressed, eyes cast down, staring unabashedly at my chest, utterly obvious, not that I mind, just never expected his overt love for boobs, well, my boobs, he says, idiot. 

“Later. I have some uh- Things to attend to…” He’s being goofy, giving me a little smirk as he runs his fingers up, teasing over the underside of my breast, more teasing himself than me, we both know where this goes, his face shoved between them, lips and hands lathing them with attention, time spent against my chest one of his favorite ways to spend any time off he can catch, and I indulge him every time, even if he is rather silly, a grown ass man entirely obsessed with boobs. 

“Hey.” I grab his hand, and the other, holding them off to either side and giving him an authoritative look, well aware I’m not even close to menacing, especially to him, but he’ll listen anyways, with what I’m willing to threaten. “You are not “attending” to anything until you shave, Le.” He frowns, debating it, staring longingly down before testing my grip, pulling gently against it, my hands still tight around his wrists, even if he could easily break free, he plays along. 

“You’re serious? Sweetheart, I’m-”

“Shave, then we’ll talk, yeah?” I give him a quick kiss, pushing against him to get him going, but he doesn’t go anywhere, chases my lips for one more kiss and pulls back to look into my eyes. 

“You shave me.” He apparently has forgotten his manners, demanding I shave for him, something I’ve offered a couple of times before, and he thoroughly enjoys, just getting to stare at me while I do all the work, and I get to do the same, so I don’t mind. “Please?” He ducks down, placing quick, messy kisses to my neck, speaking between slick presses of his lips to my throat. “Please..? Please…? Plea-” “Fine!” I pull him back by his hair, his smile wide despite the definite burn of his scalp, pleased at my agreement, even if I am playing at exasperation. He doesn’t say anything else, just slips his hands up under my ass and carries me off, setting me down on the bathroom counter before bending to collect his things, a hand to the back of his hip. 

“Take your shirt off.” I can’t see his face, but I’m sure he has that stupid look, that pleased, expectant one he loves to give me when he knows he’ll get his way. 

“Take off yours.” He hums, bringing his things over and setting them down beside me, looking at me with his head tilted before he reaches over, grabbing the opposite side of his shirt and whipping it up over his head, tossing it at me in his own form of playful defiance. 

“Your turn. Go ahead, gimme somethin’ else pretty to look at while you work, yeah?” I smile, only a little, always shocked when he’s smooth, usually his flirting doesn’t go over so well, just some silly shit I have no idea how he came up with. I give him his wish, not willing to refuse something so easy, pulling my top up and over my head, his affectionate gaze cast down when he steps between my legs, hands trailing up my thighs and over my shorts, rested on my hips as he gazes at my boobs, overly affectionate, seeming dazed at the sight, even if he has seen them a million times. 

“Kay, Le, Gonna need you to keep your head up, I don’t wanna cut you.” I tilt his head up, and he meets my eyes, one of his hands sliding up, impatient man, shaving cream spread over his scruff by the time he runs his thumb over my nipple, hardened from the chill of the bathroom, that and my lack of clothing. “How was your day?” He hums, staring at me as he presses his thumb down, squishing my breast absently, not quite focused on much of anything. 

“Boring. Missed you, how was yours?” I frown at him, gripping his neck to keep him still, the innocent action earning me a suggestive smirk. He’s kneading now, cupping his hand and gripping lightly, his eyes flitting back and forth from my face to what he’s doing. 

“That’s not-Le-!” I nearly cut him, his fingers pinching my nipple startling me, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the near injury, pleased, if anything, at having gotten a reaction, my back arched in discomfort, the little choked surprised sound something he undoubtedly enjoys. “Can you- Just let me finish, okay? Won’t take long just… Stop being a nuisance.” He pulls a face, nearly getting himself cut again before he realized, quickly fixing it down to neutral, his hand going back to its kneading, his thumb fanning back and forth over my nipple, the attention pleasurable, if only in a doting sort of way. 

“Nuisance? You’re so damn mean today… First you don’t like my beard, then… This…” I scoff, pressing into the side of his neck to get him to turn his head, his eyes straining to peer down from the side, his hand splayed over the boob he’s been messing with, squishing it into his palm, giving it a light squeeze and letting out a pleased sigh. “Can we take this to bed once you’re done, I have some-” “Something to attend to? Sure, Le, tuck your lips.” He does, looking goofy with his lips pursed, letting my get the hair above his mouth without nicking him, his hand drifting over to the other side, doing the same slow slide and squeeze, relishing the feel of it, for whatever reason. “Okay. All done. Let me wipe this-” He takes the towel from my hand, wipes the extra cream off his face by shaking his head side to side, looking entirely idiotic, but cute. “Feeling impatient?” He tosses the towel off to the side, trailing his hands down to my hips, gripping the meat there, always so handsy. 

“You’ve got no idea.” He lifts me up, apparently not too keen to let me do any walking today, lifting me up high enough for him to bury his face in my chest, smooth skin against me, as well as his heaving chest, his sigh dramatic and happy, pleasing him entirely too easy. 

“You don’t wanna watch where- Le-! Careful!” He groans, bouncing himself off the doorframe on the way out of the bathroom, too busy kissing at the space between my breasts to offer any of his attention elsewhere, nearly crashing the both of us into the wall before I steer us out of the way, unable to strangle down my laugh when he stumbles through the doorway, only parting from his burrow to lay me out in bed, giving himself a second to look me over from his spot stood at the foot, his expression gooey and affectionate, so damn sweet I sometimes think he’ll rot the teeth straight out of my head. “C’mon, they’re waiting…” I put on a singsong voice, teasing him, not sure what his fascination is, but finding it entertaining at the least, especially so when he dives over me, carefully not to land without keeping his weight off me, his kisses moving quickly up my stomach, eyes peering up at me as he does, all love, his hands on my side and beside me, his back arched in a probably obscene way to let him reach his path, his lips skimming along the outside of one breast as he stares at me, his non-supporting hand moving to knead at the other, never one to be unfair, his words. 

“Perfect… Fucking love this shit… So pretty for me…” He kisses across, from the outside over to my nipple, watching me as he flattens his tongue over it, pulling back to take a look when he’s done, the sight apparently satisfactory, if the groan he lets out is any indicator, low and guttural, giving himself over to whatever pleasure he gets out of this, closing his lips over my nipple and running his thumb over the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh making me gasp, his smile pressed to a kiss to the wet skin left behind before he’s trailing further across, licking and sucking at the opposite breast, his hand moved down to my ribs, holding me still against my squirming, all the attention too much, nearly evenly pleasurable and painful. “So damn cute… Can’t sit still, huh? That’s alright…” He brings his knees up, sitting back on his haunches straddling me, giving himself the freedom to use both his hands, which promptly squish my breasts together, his face shoved between, a pleased groan ticking the skin his lips are pressed to. The alarm is going off on the oven, but he’s pretending not to hear, vying for some more of my time by keeping himself buried in his chosen “Heaven”. 

“Le, Food’s done, get off.” He groans, unhappy, pulling back to lay sweet kisses over random places, peppering my chest in slick spots, his hands trailed down to my waist. 

“Couple more minutes…” I hum, petting his hair, nearly allowing it, but I can’t let dinner burn, I’m sure he’s starving after a long day of saving the world. 

“After, get off.” He sighs, placing one last, longing kiss to my sternum, pulling back and staring at my chest before sitting himself up, pulling me along with him. 

“Sit in my lap while we eat?” I huff a laugh, shoving him off me and onto his back, his flop overly dramatic, his body lax, splayed out, his smile upside down when I give him a look over my shoulder on my way to pick out a shirt. 

“No, weirdo.” “Keep the shirt off, then?” “No.”

“Okay… Bra only..?”

“Fine.”

[moon-0f-m4rs]

im late, hi

CIG AND OTHER MERCS INTERACTION YAYYY

Scout: She'd very much help him prank spy, often. SImmilar age as he is so just 2 lousy children lmao. She also would take from him alot cuz i feel like scout would have lots of silly trinkets and thingys, but outta respect, just the unwanted things for a change from others. Both r yappers so it always results in some idiotic ideas

Solider: She isnt too ecstatic when he spots her. I mean, she never really tries to be careful to not be seen, but when she hears HALT MAGGOT! she rolls her eyes and sighs. She likes to mess with him, but not too badly like she could. Sometimes when she sees hes makin a medal would give him some stuff she has stored, just cuz why not

Pyro: Arson buds. Crafty buds. Buds. She often goes to him for lighters for her cigarettes. Would like to accompany him in battle once but no respawn chip :( Finds tiny pretty things or even bugs if they're not hostile to her and brings them to him. Poses for his drawings. 1# GUEST AT EVERY TEA PARTY. 10/10 friendship.

Demoman: Cig likes to keep him company. Whenever shes bored and theres nothing else to do hes 3rd in list of ppl she goes to. She did try scrumpy from him, brunt her throat, would try again. Most often steals from him cuz shes sure he wouldnt mind, or even notice <33

Heavy: Would sometimes sneak up on him and idk jump from a shelf and land on his shoulder. She finds it funny he gets anxious around tinys as she picked it up from pocket (pocket is canon, i am valve). But shes not doing it like every other day, maybe once a month when she remembers about it. But overall they wouldnt interact that much.

Engineer: Takes things from his workshop alot too, knows hes mad about it, dosent care. Whenever engie sees her, she just says "Shhhh no you didn't" and leaves. If he does catch her, she just starts her yap session which probably results her in just being let go. She doesn't fight him, she just acknowledges him and goes about her way cuz she knows he wouldnt do anything drastic.

Medic: Oohh yeaah thats what we've been waiting forrr!!!!! Their interaction would go like:

cig (stands by an apple): an apple a day keeps the doctor away

medic: i lost my license

cig: oh, L lmao

She would always find a way to escape him. Why? I said so :D Cig is actually so confident about herself she would just sit on a shelf and watch him work, maybe even step into his arm reach willingly and mock him. I feel like that tactic would overtime just have him give up on her entirely lol

so yeah she isnt scared, or hates him, shes there to make fun of him

Sniper: Both don't see eachother often, and honestly, she finds sniper boring. He barely socializes, sleeps outside the base in some van, idk odd guy. One time she was just sitting out in the open like nothing and sniper noticed her, both stared and said nothing, and went their ways.

Spy: oooh.. ooooh... they both DESPISE eachother. Hes the 1# hunter for her ass because of the amount of cigarettes she steals. Whenever hes around or when she just feels his presence, she actually hides. Every now and then she will figure out a way to annoy him more. She actually dares to enter his smoking room and mess in it. Spy is also very annoyed by the fact she has managed to avoid him for so long when hes the worlds greatest spy. Cig likes to point that out alot.

aaah.... im done... i did this in one sitting.......2 am hitting hard.. well, back to drawing now

@bluespace-skull cuz u wanted a tag :D

[green-alien-turdz]

This is long as fuck my god sorry in advance,,, also it's 4am and my first language is not English so this my be kinda incomprehensible ,

Sorry I may or may not have stalked this account and filled half the posts I've reblogged w a shit ton of ranting in the tags even more than once IM SORRYYY it's just that you're art makes me feel SO much things bc the way you portray the kids genuinely resonate w me really deeply w the scars and implied things and the fucked up rooms and hhhh I LOVE IT

Also I wanted to say that I can't even explain coherently how seeing you portraying these heavy things as eds and the sh and just all the heavy stuff so casually w also admitting more than once that you base a lot of these headcanons on your own life and struggles make me so happy bc that's always one of the things I've always been ashamed about, like whenever I find comfort in a character I immediately start to hc them w MY heavy stuff and see them that way completely but I'm scared of portraying it through my art bc ppl are always like "why would you want to fuck them up so badly" "why do u have to put your sh n ed stuff and mentally ill shit in these innocent things" and I feel like I need to justify it in other way than "yeah it's just that me getting comfort from them means me seeing myself in them and seeing my flaws in something I love, so naturally I need to put it there for my own comfort" bc it's just too selfish or smth. I know It might sound really really silly and dumb but YOU do it so well and so seemingly unbothered that you just make me want to say FUCK YALL and do It anyway so AGHHHH SORRY FOR THE ABSURDLY LONG RANT ANYWAYS I LOVE YOUR ART SOSOSO MUCH !!!

Bro, for someone whose first language isn't English, you got that shit down, mf your english is impeccable. And I saw the reblogs, I literally don't mind, I'm glad you gained something outta it. Art is literally soul healing, even if it's dumb south park fanart - never be afraid to do what is gonna comfort you. I really hope that things are gettin a lil better in your life, from the rants it sounds pretty rough. I fuckin believe in you, man, n I really wish the best for you. If you ever need someone to talk to, my PM's are open to anyone. Thank you for bein so nice. Please take care of yourself

[skatingbi]

Here's a continuation of the Hakuri/Chihiro College AU bc i passed all my classes this semester :3

After moving in, Hakuri struggles to adjust to Chihiro's living space. Its not like Chihiro is broke right now, with having inherited his dad's finances and other possessions, but its a stark contrast between his own upbringing and Chihiro's that gives him whiplash.

Chihiro is extremely patient. Its almost to the point where he's never really seen that guy pissed off before. Well, thats a lie, he did see Chihiro threaten Soya's life on the phone after basically saving Hakuri's life, but that wasnt even a physical altercation. Its was basically thirty minutes of Chihiro explaining in great detail (down to the goddamn law) how he would make sure Soya not only loses his hands but also ends up in prison. Soya hasnt called back since.

Maybe it was for the best, though.

What really makes Hakuri struggle to adjust, though, is Chihiro's borderline insane ability to somehow be a mind reader. He somehow knows every time Hakuri has had a nightmare, if Hakuri is on the verge of a panic attack, if Hakuri needs space and even when he's having trouble managing his pain despite the years of practicing his poker face.

Its...scary. Its also really, really nice.

The first month is Hakuri and Chihiro dancing around each other as they try to remember they share a space now. A few times, Hakuri screams when the other accidentally enters his room (it used to be a guest room after the previous roommate moved out to start her new business, a cafe, which is apparently only a block away), and Chihiro gets surprised when Hakuri enters the kitchen. Sometimes they would awkwardly sit next to each other while watching tv until they go to sleep, and other times they accidentally talk throughout the night until the fall asleep on top of each other on the couch at three in the morning.

Im too lazy to write more bc im cleaning rn but like..yeah. Hinao would meet Hakuri and immediantly give Chihiro the look and it all goes downhill from there with how much she texts him cringy date ideas she found on tiktok. Shiba comes over unannounced and scares the hell outta Hakuri but after the initial awkwardness Shiba immediately likes the kid. And says such to Chihiro, something like "Thank god youre not gonna die alone, kid."

The weirdest relationship is Hakuri and Hiyuki's mutual respect for each other since Chihiro and her are kinda rivals. They dont hate each other but they definitely argue a lot whenever they end up in the same classes.

Tbh if I were to write this i would only have hakuri's family pop up as a major plot point once, since i dont like repetitive scenes with the same antagonists. Soya already tried once and got his ass beat so he wouldnt again, but Kyora would probably try to contact hakuri and it'd be more of a subplot kinda ordeal. Chihiro's main conflict would likely revolve around his canon story, but instead of fighting the man reaponsible for his father's death he would personally keep tabs on anything he finds so once he's legally able to pursue them he's have all the material he needs.

Again, i dont want to make this AU too dramatic. Its a modern College AU so like...I wanna keep it semi realistic while it being dramatic and entertaining, yaknow?

[fandom-changer]

Interrogation.

This is my FIRST EVER dream smp fic, so let me know if you have any requests just ask!

This is a tickle fic btw!

Fandom: The Dream SMP

Characters: Tommy,Dream, a little Ph1LzA, georgenotfound)mentioned ONCE)

Types: Lee!Tommy, Switch!Dream

Summary:Tommy had stolen dreams discs,so he tries interrogating him to find out where he hid them. Doing so ends up with Dream finding out he is ticklish and using this weakness of Tommy's to get the information he needs, although it just turns into merciless tickling. Ph1LzA hears Dream and Tommy and decides to check it out. He separates his children and tells them to do that at home.

Word Count: 1187

Characters: 7260

Characters excluding spaces: 6119

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"Alright Tommy, we can make this go by quickly, or very,very slowly." The masked man said. "So, is it gonna go quickly, or slowly?" "I'm not giving you the discs,dream." Tommy said."So, slowly i guess? Cause' you ain't getting shit outta me." Dream sighed. He wasn't getting anywhere. He needed those discs back. Tommy was basically in control of dream at this point.

"I need those discs back NOW !" Dream slammed his hands on the table infront of him. "Well, I can tell you that.." Tommy sighed. Dream listened carefully. "that you AREN'T GETTING THE FUCKING DISCS BACK MATE'!" He yelled. "UGH! I SWEAR TO GOD TOMMY!!" Dream yelled back. "WOAH-" Suddenly he fell forward, brushing his hand on Tommy's side. Tommy jumped back and yelped,slowly letting out some tiny giggles. "Whats funny, tommy?" Dream asked, annoyed. "The fact you are making this longer than it needs to be?" "N-No," Tommy answered. "you brushed againts my s-side, thats all.."

"and that made you laugh?" He asked. He thought for a while. He suddenly realized. "Tommy?" Dream asked him. "What?" Tommy replied. "Are you ticklish?" Tommy went dead silent. He knew that he was red as redstone at this point.

"Tommy?" Dream asked,waving his hand infront of his face. "You good?" Tommy snapped out of it. "O-Oh! Yeah! I-Im fine" He answered. "I asked you a question." He said. "Oh? Sorry I d-didnt hear you" Tommy said shakily. "Tommy, Are you ticklish?""Me? Ticklish? Of course n-not! Why a-are you asking?" He said. Dream thought for a minute. "are you sure?" He asked. "Y-Yeah,why?" Tommy was scared of dream, or anyone really, finding out his weakness;tickling.

"hmm.. for some reason I dont believe you." Dream said. He walked behind the table that was infront of him and went over to tommy. "if your not ticklish, then you dont mind me testing something, do you tommy?" Dream asked. "N-No, go ahead" Tommy said. He gulped.

Dream walked over to a wall and grabbed a blindfold. He put it on Tommy. "Why cant I see anything?" Tommy asked. Dream walked over to the door and opened it, then closed it. "W-Wait!! Dream! Hello?! ANYONE?!" Tommy looked around frantically, even though he couldnt see anything. He pulled on the restrains that held down his hands and feet. "damn it.. HELLO!?" He yelled. Dream walked over to him. Dream lightly tapped Tommy's sides from behind. He jumped and pulled on his restrains,giggling. "Huh? whahahat? Hellohohoho??" He asked. Tommy pulled on his restrains hardly. "Dahahahamn!! Stohohop! I cahant sehehe! This ihihisnt fahahair!!" Dream stopped

He walked over to the door and opened it, then closed it. "Hello? Im back" Dream announced. "Why dihihid you leheave?" Tommy asked, giggling slightly. "Whats that matter? And why are you giggling?" Dream replied. He walked over to tommy and took off his blindfold. Dream started undoing the restrains on his feet and hands. "Whats happening?" Tommy asked. "I wanna test something." dream replied.

Dream grabbed the hand restrains and put them in his pocket. he started walking towards tommy. Tommy backed up until he hit the wall. "Hey,whats happening? Dream?!" Tommy asked. He grabbed tommys arms with one hand and pinned them above his head. He used his other hand and grabbed the restrains. He restrained his arms above his head. "What?! HELLO?!? EXUSE ME?!" Tommy yelled. Dream backed up. Tommy struggled. "LET ME GO!!!" he yelled. "No, I have to run my test" Dream laughed.

Dream walked over to tommy. He lifted up his shirt. "H-Hey! What are you doing? Dream?!" Tommy yelled. "No! No no no nohohoho!!" "Already laughing? I havent even started!!" Dream said. "Now you have one last chance. Are you ticklish?" "I sahahaid no!" Tommy yelled. "okay then" Dream said. "Time to prove it." "Wait! no no no! Dream! We can tahahalk about thihihis!!" Tommy said. Dream ran his hands up and down Tommy's sides slowly. Tommy giggled quietly, slowly getting a little bit louder. "Dreheheham! Stohohohop! I dohohont like thihihis!!"

"i want my discs back. Your mistake" Dream said. He tickled tommy's stomach, using his fingernails to trace and draw shapes. Tommy erupted in muffled laughter. "Drehheheham! Nohohohohoho!!" Tommy yelled, knocking his head side to side. "you know what drove george crazy when we were little?" Dream asked. "whahahahat?" tommy answered, still giggling. "This!" Dream inhaled and blew rasberrys on Tommy's stomach. Tommy broke out into laughter. Not giggles, Laughter. "DREHEHEHEHEAM!! NOHOHOHO! I CAHAHHAHANT! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!!" Tommy shot his head back onto the brick wall. "OHOHOHOHOW!!" Dream stopped and inhaled. "Hmm, are you ticklish here?~" Dream asked. He moved his hands up to his armpits. He tickled tommy's armpits and he broke into quieter giggles. "Wahahait nohohoho stohohohohop!!" Tommy begged.

Dream stopped and let him breathe. He suddenly dropped Tommy's feet restrains. "Oh! Wait," Dream thought, bending down and sitting. Tommy had his eyes shut. "Tommy?" dream asked. " WhaaaAAAAAAAHAHAHHAT?!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAT THE FUHUHUHUUHUCKD DREHEHHEHEHEHEAM?!!!"Tommy shook and squirmed frantically. "oo~ Weak spot?" Dream asked. "NOHOHOHOHOHO! SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUHUHUP!!" Tommy yelled. Dream got up and went straight for his hips. Tommy laughed frantically. He couldnt even talk, tears streaming down his face.

Ph1LzA, who had just been walking by, heard the giant laughter coming from Dream's base, so he walked in. "what the-" Ph1LzA Watched closely. Tommy laughing and crying, dream tickling him mercilessly. He walked over and picked up Dream by the hips and put him over his shoulder. "AH!" Dream shook so hard his one shoe fell off. Ph1LzA Undid the restrains on tommy and he fell down, breathing. "Thanks Phil," Tommy thought. "Can I?" He mouthed. Ph1LzA looked over and nodded. "Only for like, a minute." He mouthed back.

Tommy walked over to dream,who was squirming trying to get out of his grip. Tommy ran his fingers up and down his socked foot. Dream erupted into giggles. "wahahahait! Phihihihilzahaha! Thahahats ot fahahahair!" Dream yelled. "Nohohohoho!!! Tohohohohomehehehehey!" "Alright Tommy." Ph1LzA said. He picked him up. "AH!" Tommy yelled. "You guys need to do this stuff at home." He said. "Hmph!" Tommy breathed. "He stole my discs!" Dream yelled.

Ph1LzA took them home. Tommy didnt talk to dream for a while. Dream occasionally tickled tommy,and they had tickle fights.

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OH MY GOD THAT TOOK 4 AND A HALF HOURS

Thanks for reading!

[kiddosaurus]

(hi im so sorry i wanted to just agree with a point you made and then wrote a full rant feel free to ignore me/delete this ask)

I definitely agree about the average age feeling like it's dropping (I also think that's just the Internet as a whole, coming from someone who literally got their first tumblr account at 11. also think it's because kids don't lie about their ages as much anymore, like I was lying until I was at least 15 and still vague about it until I turned 18) and part of me gets a little concerned by it? like yeah, I definitely showed interest in things like agere once I hit puberty age but most of my actual age regressing/dreaming I've only done since I was 16 when I had gotten past the initial wave of that

maybe it's the old age (I'm literally 18 lol) but I do worry when I see super young people in this community about the effects that regressing may have on them and their future development? or at least when I see 13-14 year olds post saying they're looking for cgs like I get so scared some weirdo is going to see it and use it as an opportunity to gain some power over them or gain their trust because the kid is too young to be able to realise what's happening

i hope it's alright for me to respond to this, just lmk if you want me to delete this reply

i feel a lot of what you're saying tbh. i still try to be understanding towards the super young folks, as i myself was super young when i first discovered the agere community, but idk. i was 12 at the time, but my situation was fairly odd compared to most folks (at that point i was already well into puberty, and there were times where i was involuntarily regressing from stress and trauma long before i knew what agere was, and finding the community helped me put a name to my experiences), so even then it's still hard to understand a lot of the youngest people in the community now, as the reasons for them getting into it are VASTLY different than any of my own. im only a couple months short of 18, and it never fails to shock me how old this stuff makes me feel :')

i DEFINITELY agree on the whole thing about worrying over possible issues with development and safety, though. i do feel like there's a (for lack of a better way to describe it) "honeymoon phase" for a lot of young teens discovering something like this that makes them happy and helps them cope, where they put a huge focus on it in a ton of aspects of their life, and that's something they just gotta get outta their system before they start to even things out. however, i definitely worry about development for kids who don't seem to learn how to balance agere with the rest of their life; any coping mechanism (including the healthy ones) can become unhealthy if it takes over your life in ways that cause repeated stress or harm, which seems to be the case for a lot of young folks discovering agere.

the whole cg safety thing is valid too. seeing so many 13-14 year olds giving out tons of personal info to strangers in hopes that they'll find a cg that they've never even talked to always makes me anxious. i don't think there's anything wrong with them wanting someone like that in their lives, and i think there are ways to kind of explore that while still staying safe, but the way people actually go about it is worrying. like... when i was young and discovering agere, at least there were plenty of adults in the community who made an effort to teach younger folks how to stay safe with stuff like this, but that doesn't seem to be as much of a thing anymore since the demographic has shifted to be so young as a whole and there are way more teens than adults. 2017-2018 was a very different time compared to 2023.

im sorry that this reply got so long, this whole thing has just been on my mind and it's nice hearing someone who at least understands part of what im saying

[kirocu]

so uh, intro??

freaky...

(sorry. this is not freaky pls trust)

//introduction//

hihi my name is Lou/Kirocu :3

Pronouns: He/Him and They/Them

(i will squeel if u use he/him/his on me)

demiboy‼️🔥

Random fact: I play clarinet and somewhat alto saxophone💪

I'm quite the silly guy

Kaeya is my top kinnie (ik it's a bit concerning but yeah-)

Some of my interests:

neon genesis evangelion, genshin impact, bocchi the rock, splatoon, kpop, music? (such as laufey), vocaloid, bsd, arcane, squid game, sonic the hedgehog and much more‼️

I will most likely reblog stuff rather than post.

im not saying what age i am btw

i brainrot my gf's lil mind🫶 (i'm successful in doing so.)

If you see me as a male by just my introduction, ur my friend now (if u wanna be), have some treats to yourself🍭🍪🍩🍫🍬

(sorry im just obsessed with rei plush)

Well that's all I have (for now?)!

Have a great day to whoever is reading this :3

BAI CHAT💣 (pic is literally me n pooki smooki bear. trust. u know who u are😼, pook)

(u might scare the bananas outta me if u interact with this)

[bedeion-legion]

oh yall already KNOW that the original sun/moon games are far superior in my mind

usum completely undermined the depth behind lillie and ESPECIALLY gladion's whole reason for being the way that they are. im gonna be focusing on gladion since thats my blorbo, i know him the best outta the two.

gladion often gets mistaken for being edgy and not much else. surface level? sure, hes dramatic and a bit rude. crucially, though, is that he really isnt if you take a look at him with a closer eye.

the whole reason why he has so much apparent bite for no apparent reason is because *hes literally on the run from his abusive parent*. hes a teenager who deeply cares about pokemon. when he found out about silvally, he couldnt let it continue suffering in the dark. he HAD to help it. and for that he had to run from the only home he had. he didnt even get to say goodbye to his little sister. hell i doubt he had any time to grab much in the form of pocket money or necessities.

his very strong love and compassion for the world around him is what led him to take such a colossal risk at an age where he couldnt have POSSIBLY seen the actions of his consequences, and hes clearly hurt by it. he built up walls around him in the form of a tough persona as a means of survival. plus, considering everything he had to go through, he wouldnt exactly be in a great place mentally. honestly, hes probably holding back a lot of his bite since, contrary to his initial appearance, he doesnt like people get hurt by what he says and does for not even doing anything themselves. hes just... scared. hes on the run for doing something completely selfless and justified, and he has pretty much nothing except team skull when he run into him.

AND YET, DESPITE ALL THAT, HE STILL GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO TREAT HIS POKEMON THE BEST HE POSSIBLY CAN. DESPITE BUILDING THAT EMOTIONAL DIVIDE WITHIN HIMSELF, HE COULD NEVER STOP CARING HEAVILY FOR THINGS.

honestly him being snippy at the mc and haus probably a testament to him yknow being a teenager living alone having to sustain not only himself, but his pokemon as well. hes jaded to life at this point and already has to deal with team skulls antics on the daily. guys got more pressing things to worry about than a couple of kids who are annoyed at team skull grunts causing trouble.

AND ALL THAT. ALL THAT GETS FUCKING TOSSED ASIDE IN USUM. because now lusamine is chill and cool and normal actually hahaha!!

all of the nuance of gladions character that i just described is gone. his entire reason for being on the run? not really all that prevalent anymore, in USUM he pretty much bounces for teenager reasons. he BECOMES the more shallow caricature of edge that people tend to see him as. its not like his SM counterpart isnt entirely void of edge, like obviously the guys still a teenager who dresses Like That. He just now almost entirely lacks the background and depth his character had in the original games. he honestly becomes a parody of himself, and as someone who clearly holds gladion and his characterization close in my heart, its disappointing beyond belief.

hell, this doesnt even begin to touch into how USUM screws up a lot of the writing for lillie's trauma and later arc. you can criticize SM for a LOT of different reasons, but the aether foundation and especially the aether family are very well-written (less-so mohn, but to be fair hes pretty disconnected to the story once he gets eeby-deeby'd through the ultra-beast realm). the reason why i care about these damn kids so much is the fact that their trauma and how it shapes and shows in them is really well done. it makes me CARE for these characters, yknow?

so.. yeah. as cool as i think zeraoura is as a pokemon, both design-wise and concept-wise, it doesnt save USUM from being really disheartening to me as someone whos a very big fan of the original aether foundation plotline (as well as an enjoyer of the anime, as its kind of its own thing that isnt really either storylines? it has silly goofy lusamine, but still keeps elements of trauma and the darker themes of SM, largely through the use of Faba as a character, which i use a lot more in my own AU for the gen).

i wish we had just gotten the extra content within USUM without messing up the storyline so much (hell, i wouldve loved a bigger touch on the trial captains. instead of goofing up the aether foundation storyline which was already really good, they couldve touched on those characters who ACTUALLY needed more characterization within the games, like they did with the anime).

ok legion its 7am and i havent slept and im expected to be up at a decent time so im logging off now, enjoy my insane ramblings. perhaps one day i shall return to feed whatever scraps are left of this little niche of a niche pocket of the fandom ive found myself in

[readjthompson]

Happy Halloween, people. Here’s an all-new short story (© me, now), free to read.

Bayou Ma’am

by Jeremy Thompson

“Those bitches!” Claude exclaims. “Those lyin’, stinkin’, blue ballin’ whores! Makin’ us the butts of their jokes! Gettin’ us laughed at by everyone! We oughta find ’em and stomp their fuckin’ skulls in!”

“And how would we even do that?” I respond, focusin’ on my composure, compactin’ the shame and heartbreak I now feel into a teeny, tiny ball that I’ll soon entomb in my mind’s deeper recesses. “They said they’re flyin’ back to New York City tonight, to that precious little SoHo loft they wouldn’t stop braggin’ about. They wouldn’t have done what they did if they thought we might see ’em again.”

Andre says nothin’, unable to take his eyes from the iPhone he manipulates, alternatin’ between the Instagram profiles of two hipster sisters, to better appraise our debasement.

#bayoumen is the hashtag they affixed to photos they’d taken with us just a coupla hours prior, at the one bar this town possesses, which we fellas have yet to leave. They’d flirted and led us on, allowin’ me to buy ’em drink after drink and believe that maybe, just maybe, one or more of us would be blessed with a bit of rich girl pussy for a few minutes…or twenty. They’ve got relatives in the area, they claimed, and had just attended one’s funeral. Some black sheep aunt of theirs. A real nobody.

Finally, Andre breaks his silence. “Look at this, right here. They used some kinda special effect to give me yellow snaggleteeth. I go to the dentist religiously. Look at these veneers.”

Barin’ his teeth, he reveals a mouthful of perfect, blindin’-white dental porcelain.

“Yeah, and they made Claude’s eyes way closer together than they really are and gave ’im a unibrow,” I say. “And they gave me a neckbeard and a fiddle. Look pretty real, don’t they?”

“Look at all the likes they’re gettin’. Thousands already. Everyone’s crackin’ jokes on us, callin’ us inbreds and Victor Crowleys, whatever that means. Look, that bitch Marissa just replied to someone’s comment. ‘Those bayou gumps were so cringe, we’re lucky we didn’t end up in their gumbo,’ she wrote. Fuck this. I’mma give ’er a piece of my mind.” A few minutes later, after much furious typin’, Andre adds, “Well, now she’s blocked me. Probably never woulda told us their real names if they knew that we’re on social media.”

Indeed, outlanders often make offensive assumptions when learnin’ of our bayou lifestyles. Hearin’ of our tarpaper shacks, they assume that we do naught but wallow in our own filth every day and smoke pounds of meth. Earnin’ a livin’ catchin’ shrimps, crabs, and crawfishes doesn’t appeal to ’em. They’d rather work indoors, if they even work at all. Solitude brings ’em no peace whatsoever. They care nothin’ for lullabies sung by frogs and crickets. Ya know, maybe they’re soulless.

I wave the bartender over and pay our tab. Nearly three days’ earnings down the drain. “Let’s get outta here, fellas,” I say. “It’s time for somethin’ stronger. There’s blueberry moonshine I’ve been savin’ at my place. It’ll drown our sorrows in no time.”

“Your place, huh,” says Claude. “We ain’t partied there in a minute.”

* * *

The roar of my airboat’s engine—as I navigate brackish water, ever grippin’ the control lever, passin’ between Spanish moss-bedecked cypresses that loom impassively, fog-rooted—makes conversation a chore. Still, seated before me, Andre and Claude shout back and forth.

“Bayou men aren’t fuckin’ rapists!” hollers Claude. “We’re not cannibals neither! I can whip up a crawfish boil better than anything those stuck-up cunts’ve ever tasted!”

“Damn straight!” responds Andre. “Bayou men are hard-workin’, God-fearin’, free folk! If they should be scared of anyone around these parts, it’s Bayou Ma’am!”

“Bayou Ma’am?!” I shout, as if that moniker is new to my ears. “Who the hell’s that…some kinda hooker?!”

“Hooker, nah!” attests Claude. “She’s a…whaddaya call it…hybrid! Half human, half alligator, mean as Satan his own self!”

“I heard that a gator was attackin’ a woman one night!” adds Andre. “Then a flyin’ saucer swooped down from the sky and grabbed ’em both wit’ its tractor beam! Somehow, the beam melded the gator and his meal together all grotesque-like! The aliens saw what they’d done and wanted none of it, so they abandoned Bayou Ma’am and flew elsewhere!”

“I heard toxic chemicals got spilt somewhere around here and some poor teenager swam right through ’em!” Claude contests. “She was pregnant at the time! A few months later, Bayou Ma’am chewed her way right on outta her!”

“Damn, that’s fucked up!” I shout, well aware of the grim reality lurkin’ behind their tall tales.

* * *

Bayou Ma’am is my cousin, you see. As a matter of fact, she was born just seven months after I was, in a shack half a mile down the river from mine. Her mom, my Aunt Emma, died in childbirth—couldn’t stop bleedin’, I heard. Maybe if they’d visited an obstetrician, things would’ve gone otherwise.

My aunt and uncle were reclusive sorts, and no one but them and my parents had known of her pregnancy. There aren’t many residences this far from town, and none are close together. It’s easy to disappear from the world, to eschew supermarkets and restaurants and consume local wildlife exclusively. Uncle Enoch buried Aunt Emma in a private ceremony and kept their daughter’s existence a secret from everyone but my mom and dad. Even I didn’t meet her until we were both four.

One day, a pair of strangers shuffled into my shack—which, of course, belonged to my parents in those days, up ’til they moved to Juneau, Alaska when I was sixteen, for no good reason I could see.

“This is your Uncle Enoch,” my dad told me, indicatin’ a goateed, scrawny scowler. “And that’s his daughter, your cousin Lea.”

Though itchy and bedraggled, though dressed in one of Uncle Enoch’s old t-shirts that had been refashioned into a crude dress, Lea sure was a cutie. Her eyes were the best shade of sky blue I’ve ever seen and her hair was all golden ringlets. Shyly, she waved to me with the hand she wasn’t usin’ to scratch her neck.

The two of ’em soon became our regular visitors. I never took to my perpetually pinch-faced Uncle Enoch, with his persecution complex and conspiracy theories shapin’ his every voiced syllable. Lea, on the other hand, I couldn’t help but be charmed by. She had such a sunny disposition, such full-hearted character, that I was always carried away by the games her inquisitive, inventive mind conjured. Leavin’ our parents to their serious, sunless discussions, we hurled ourselves into the vibrant outdoors and surrendered to our impish natures.

“I’m a hawk, you’re a squirrel!” declared Lea. Outstretchin’ her arms, she voiced ear-shreddin’ screeches, and chased me around ’til we both collapsed, gigglin’. “Whoever collects the most spider lilies wins!” she next decided. “The loser becomes a spider! A great, big, gooey one! Yuck!”

We skipped stones and spied on animals, learned to dance, cartwheel and swim. We played hide-and-seek often, with whichever one of us was “it” allowed to forfeit the game by whistlin’ a special tune we’d improvised. It was durin’ one such game that Lea made a friend.

“I’m comin’ to get you!” I shouted, after closin’ my eyes and countin’ to fifty. Our environs bein’ so rich in hiding spots, expectin’ a lengthy hunt, I was most disappointed to find my cousin within just a few minutes. There she was, at the river’s edge. Behind her, towerin’ cypress trees seemed to sprout from their inverted, ripplin’ doppelgangers. So, too, did Lea seem unnaturally bound to her watery reflection, until I stepped a bit closer and exclaimed, “Get away from there, quickly! That’s a gator you’re pettin’!”

Indeed, we’d both been warned, many times, to avoid the bayou’s more dangerous critters. Black bears and bobcats were said to roam about these parts, though we’d seen neither hide nor hair of ’em. Snakes flitted about the periphery, never lingerin’ long in our sights. We’d seen plenty of gators swimmin’ and lazin’ about, though. As long as we kept our distance and avoided feedin’ ’em, they’d leave us alone, we’d been told.

“Oh, it’s just a little one!” Lea argued, scoopin’ the creature into her arms and plantin’ a smooch on his head. “A cutie-patootie, friendly boy. I’m gonna call ’im Mr. Kissy Kiss.”

I studied the fella. Nearly a foot in length, he was armored in scales, dark with yellow stripes. Fascinated by his eyes, with their vertical pupils and autumn-shaded irises, I stepped a bit closer. Mr. Kissy Kiss’ mouth opened and closed, displayin’ dozens of pointy teeth, as Lea stroked him.

“Well, I guess he does seem kinda nice,” I admitted. “I wonder where his parents are.”

“Maybe his mommy and daddy went to heaven, and are singin’ with the angels,” said Lea.

“Maybe, maybe, maybe,” I mockingly singsonged.

Suddenly, a strident shout met our ears: my mother callin’ us in for lunch. Carefully, Lea deposited Mr. Kissy Kiss onto the shoreline. He then crawled into the water—never to return, I assumed.

Boy, was I wrong. A few days later, I found Lea again riverside, feedin’ the little gator a dozen snails she’d collected—crunch, crunch, crunch. A week after that, he strutted up to my cousin with a bouquet of purple petunias in his clenched teeth.

“Ooh, are these for me?” Lea cooed, retrievin’ the flowers and tuckin’ one behind her ear. “I love you so much, little dearie,” she added, strokin’ her beloved until his tail began waggin’.

Their visits continued for a coupla months, until mean ol’ Uncle Enoch caught us at the riverside as we attempted to teach Mr. Kissy Kiss to fetch. Oh, how the man pitched a fit then.

“No daughter of mine’ll be gator meat!” he shouted. “Sure, he’s nice enough now, but these bastards grow a foot every year! By the time he’s eleven feet long and weighs half a ton, you’re be nothin’ but a big mound of shit he left behind.” Seizing Lea by the arm, my uncle then dragged her away.

When next we did meet, a few days later, my cousin wasted no time in leadin’ me back to the riverside. “Where are you, Mr. Kissy Kiss?” she wailed, until the little gator swam from the shadows to greet her. Sweepin’ him into her arms, she said. “Let’s run away together, right this minute, so that we’ll never be apart.”

“Oh, that’s not such a great idea,” a buzzin’ voice contested. “Little girls go missin’ all the time and their fates are far from enviable.”

“Who said that?” I demanded, draggin’ my gaze all ’cross the bayou.

“’Tis I, Lord Mosquito,” was the answer that accompanied the alightin’ of the largest bloodsucker I’ve ever seen. Its legs were longer than my arms were back then. Iridescent were its cerulean scales, glimmerin’ in the sun.

“Mosquitos don’t talk,” I protested.

“They do when they were the Muck Witch’s familiar. Now she’s dead and I’m free to fly where I might.”

“I ain’t never hearda no Muck Witch.”

“And she never heard of you. That’s the way of southern recluses. Still, such is the great woman’s power that she grants wishes even now, from the other side of death. The Muck Witch’ll ensure that you never part with your precious pet, little Lea, just so long as you follow me to her grave and ask her with proper courtesy.”

Well, I’d been warned about witches and the deceitfulness of their favors, so I attempted to drag Lea back to my shack, away from the bizarre insect. But the girl fought me most ferociously, clawin’ flesh from my face, so I ran for my parents and uncle instead.

By the time the four of us returned to the riverside, neither girl nor gator nor mosquito could be sighted. We searched the bayou for hours, shriekin’ Lea’s name, to no avail.

A few weeks later, after we hadn’t seen the fella for a while, my parents dragged me to my uncle’s shack, so that we might suss out his state of mind and offer him a bit of comfort.

“I found her,” Uncle Enoch attested, usherin’ us into his livin’ room, which was now occupied by a large, transparent tank.

Atop its screen lid, facin’ downward, were dome lamps that emanated heat and UVB lightin’ from their specialized bulbs. Silica sand and rocks spanned its bottom, beneath a bathtub’s wortha water. At one end of the tank, boulders protruded from the agua. Upon ’em rested a terrible figure. If not for the recognizable t-shirt she wore, I’d never have surmised her identity.

“Luh…Lea?” I gasped. “What in the world has become of ya?”

Indeed, though Lea had wished to always be with her beloved gator, I doubt that she’d desired for the creature to be merged with her, to be incorporated into Lea’s very physicality. Patches of scales were distributed here and there across her exposed flesh. Her beautiful blue eyes remained, but her nose and mouth had stretched into an alligator’s wide snout, filled with many conical teeth. And let’s not forget her long, brawny tail.

After our initial shock abated and dozens of unanswerable questions were voiced, my parents took me home. Never again did they return to my uncle’s shack, but a dim sense of familial obligation had me comin’ back every coupla weeks, to feed Lea local muskrats and opossums I’d captured, and help my uncle change her tank’s shitty water.

The years went by, and Lea moved into a succession of larger tanks. Eventually, she grew big enough to wear her mother’s old dresses, seemin’ to favor those with floral patterns.

Finally, just a coupla months ago, I arrived at the shack to find Lea’s tank shattered. Torn clothin’ and scattered bloodstains were all that remained of Uncle Enoch, and my cousin was nowhere to be seen.

Not long after that, the Bayou Ma’am sightings began, which vitalized increasingly outlandish rumors and the occasional drunken search party. Luckily, no one has managed to photograph or film Lea yet, as far as I know.

* * *

At any rate, back in the present, I cut the airboat’s engine, leavin’ us driftin’ along our twilight current. It takes a moment for our arrested momentum to register with Claude and Andre, then both are bellowin’, askin’ me what the fuck’s goin’ on.

Rather than voice bullshit answers, I whistle the special tune my cousin and I improvised all those years ago, again and again, to ensure that I’m heard.

Moments later, Lea bursts up from the water, wearin’ a floral dress that had once been red-with-white-lilies, before the bayou muck spoiled it. In the fadin’ light, blurred by her own velocity, she could be mistaken for a primeval relic, a time-lost dinosaur of a species hitherto unknown. But, as her nickname had been so freshly upon their lips, both of my passengers, nearly synchronized, cry out, “Bayou Ma’am!”

Whatever the fellas might’ve said next is swallowed by their shrieks, as Lea tackles Andre out of his passenger seat while simultaneously swattin’ Claude across the face with her tail. The latter’s nose and mouth implode, spillin’ gore down his shirt.

Attemptin’ to gouge out Lea’s eyes as she and he roll across the deck, Andre instead loses both of his hands to her snappin’ teeth. Blood fountains from his new wrist stumps as he falls unconscious.

Claude tries to dive off the side of my airboat, but Lea’s powerful mouth has already seized him by the leg, its grip nigh unbreakable. She begins shakin’ her head—left to right, right to left—until Claude’s entire right calf muscle is torn away and swallowed.

“Ah, God, that hurts!” he shouts. His eyes meet mine and he begs, “Help me! Kill the bitch!”

“Sorry,” I respond, comfortably perched in the driver seat, an audience of one, watchin’ Lea’s teeth tear through the fella’s arm, as his free hand slaps her snout.

After Lea’s mouth closes around Claude’s skull, my friend’s struggles finally cease. Not much is left of him now. All of his thoughts and feelings have surely evanesced.

Groggily, Andre returns to consciousness, only to find himself helpless as Lea tears away his pants and consumes his right leg, then his left. She takes special delight in dinin’ on his genitals, as is evidenced by her waggin’ tail.

Blood loss carries Claude’s soul away, even as Lea moves onto his abdomen.

* * *

I’ll miss Claude and Andre. Friends aren’t easily attained in the bayou and they were the best ones I’ve ever had. All of the memories we made together will be carried only by me now. When I’m gone, it’ll be as if those events never happened.

Perhaps I should say a prayer as I push what little is left of their corpses into the dark river, but all I can think to say is, “Farewell, cousin,” as Lea swims away, glutted. Does she even care that I sacrificed chummy companionship to help keep her existence unknown?

It’s tough as hell to fight a rumor, but I’m sure gonna try. I’ll say that Claude and Andre hitchhiked to Tijuana, cravin’ a bit of prostituta. No need to further enflame the Bayou Ma’am seekers. If many more of ’em disappear, it’s sure to spell trouble for Lea.

Perhaps my cousin’ll be captured one day, for display or dissection. Or maybe I’ll discover the Muck Witch’s grave and attempt to wish Lea back to normal. Is Lord Mosquito still alive? If so, can it be persuaded to help?

Whatever the case, I wasn’t lyin’ about that blueberry moonshine earlier. Lickety-split, I’ll be drinkin’ my way into slumberland, and therein escape familial obligation for a while.

[starbornsoulrider]

can you imagine the Horrifying potential of katja having a violin now. imagine a quest where you’re investigating something for the druids, and maybe you’re walking through some dark and foreboding forest, like idk and empty place in Wildwoods or something, and you just hear. a Fucking violin somewhere and your character doesn’t really know what to do, you and your horse just keep walking on while the violin just keeps getting louder and louder until eventually your MC is just like “we should run-“ but then boom it’s too late and Katja’s like right behind you

[smizzy]

Being Angela's sibling and dating El

mannn im finna whip dis hoe

DONT GET ME STARTEDDDDDD

angela having a soft spot 4 u cus ur her sibling

but shes not kissing up ur ass 24/7

just mildly picking on you

it was all well until you saw a brown short haired girl getting laughed at by your sister and her friends

you didn't say anything knowing how Angela was, but you made a mental note to make sure to look out for that same girl

as time went by she started telling you more and more about the same girl

stories about how she treats her, jokes made in class about her, names being thrown around

you found out her name was Jane and her brother Will both coming from outta state

she was cute you'd give her that

you wanted to talk to her, maybe more

yeah Angela's mischievous actions ticked you off day by day

but during those days you were getting closer to Will meaning also getting closer to Jane too

on the first day you talked to both of them you told them you swore you weren't like your sister

They were on the fence still more so Jane and ofc u don't blame them after the image your sister technically gave you both

But Angela started noticing you staring out for someone during school

or saying you have something for school and spending less and less time with her

not too long after Will, Jonathan, Joyce started noticing when you were brought up she have a reddish pink tint appear on her face with the most adorable blushing smile

it's just so easy to see how much she's into you

and they think it's the most cutest thing ever

the incident at the roller-rink left you stunned but you couldn't say she didn't deserve the hit.....

days pass and you get even more close with Jane, maybe even little flirty remarks, you were in deep babe

After school you heard loud snickering knowing what was happening already, you walked over to Jane helping her up and picking up her dropped belongings and putting them back in her bag

"just give it up already Angela, she's clearly desperate now just spare all of us the time"

it was the first time you ever stood up for Jane

Angela had to make sure she wasn't trippin fr

THE CONFESSIONNNNNNNNN

she scraped her chin with a scratch on her cheek so thinking it was good idea you told her to sit still as you go find any type of first aid in the Hopper-Byers house

As you began treating her she asked you in a low soft voice why you did what you did back at school

you couldn't say anything, like your words were stuck in your mouth

not cus of how scared you were to admit how you felt, but the closeness of face to face ratio

"y/n" you hesitantly moved your eyes up to hers

And in a quick movement she placed her lips right on yours mking you burn up, you dropped the cotton ball and place you hand in hers until you realized what was happening and you pulled away

"I don't care" she said after the sudden quick step back "Honestly I don't care when it comes to being with you, ever since we met it's just been you on my mind"

from there on you knew he rest would be history

NOW LETS TLAK ABOUT DATING

the Byers family loving to have you over anytime even on school nights

photos! photos! photos!!!

she feels the most purest love with you

#mikewieneraintshit

Angela treating her a little nicer day after day when she's over at your house

meaning she'll stop bothering her at school

your gf has the most thanks to give to you from finally getting Angela off her back to winning the most fantastic, affectionate, loving, kind, charming, cool, stunning, humbled, sexy, hilarious girlfriend of all time

you make her feel all mushy whenever you guys kiss

wishing hopper and everyone in Hawkins would meet you

teaching her how to cook and bake

y/n shrine in her room

stick drawings of you both with everyday accessories and hearts around with blushing cheeks is a must 24/7

thinking about a future with you

if eleven gets something from the store she's getting one for y/n you best believe that mate

[ncityavenue]

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨

Very straightforward, it's not gonna be all of nct. Random selects I guess, it's gonna be members that come to the front of my mind if that makes sense🤞🏾

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JAEHYUN

Why do I feel like this my man's texting is dry💀like you tell him your plans for the week and hes just like "OK." And yall don't text for the next 4 hrs— STOP WHAT IS THIS SUDDEN JAEHYUN SLANDER😭😭 LOVE HIM THO🤞🏾

(Suggestive) you will know when he's in THE mood if you catch my drift, he texts more frantically and his sentences don't make sense as much ncjwbdhdbakm— you'd be like "are you okay?" And he's like "...I'm horny" and you're just like "okay well I'm at work so you gotta wait " NSIWBCCHSBWKMAO IM SORRY—

BRUH HIS LAUGH TEXT STYLE IS DEFINITELY "Lol", "lmfao", "💀". You genuinely don't know if you made him laugh unless you are on call with him and you hear that dad laugh😭

JOHNNY

He always greets you with a "good morning sexy😏" like sir....we have slobber all over our mouth, SEXY WHERE????

He texts you just to make you're notifications go outta whack, JUST FOR FUN😭

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA"

"Hi"

"Hi

"Hi"

"Hi"

"JOHNNY PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE."

"Hiii🤗💗💗💗"

"Fuck you"

YUTA

He's a "words of affirmation" texter, like in the morning he tells you "have a good day<333" or "you'll do great today<3"

I mean yuta is more of caller than texter bc he wants to hear your voice 🥰😍🤗🤗❤❤💗💗 awhhhh so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

He's a sweet texter honestly, DONT TAKE HIM FOR GRANTED

TEN

"Hey dumbass, wanna go out with me and yang?"

I knowwww he accidentally switches the languages anytime he talks to you

He sends SO MANY photos throughout his day * if yall are together he sends...uhm— YEAH YOU GET THE POINT. Thirst trap Ten era🥱*

Crazy thing is you never know if it's actually ten texting you bc he let's his friends borrow his phone and then somehow you wind up talking to Xiaojun instead of Ten. HE SHOULD STOP LETTING PEOPLE JUST HAVE HIS PHONE😭

(Suggestive maybe) "So, I'm at Spencer's."

"Oh great! Have fun!"

"So what size dildo do you want? They have 6,8,9,and 12 inch:)

"...Why am I with you again?"

"JUST TELL ME😩"

"8 is a great start ig...."

" okay well I'm at the counter with the 12 inch anyway! See you later love you gorgeous🥰"

"I-..."

JENO

You never truly know what you're gonna get outta him, one day he'll be blowing up your notifications the next he'll be the driest mf ever (Jaehyun 2.0)

He sends memes, honestly all of Dream send memes. So it just runs through his veins

He mostly sends them (flirty memes) when you flirt with him and since he's not the best at flirting he sends one like "damn you lookin fine as hell" with like a a cute cat with sunglasses on😭😭(except that one time a czennie said he was cute and then he said they were cute as well on live and Mark was like :0)

There's been a unhealthy amount of times where he accidentally texts you random gibberish, and he's always like "my bad😊"

MARK

NOOOOOO😭😭 IM LAUGHING ALREADY THINKING ABT THIS, So he makes so many typos especially when you start to flirt HE JUST GOES BALLISTIC💀

"So wht shuld we do TodaY?"

"Omg mark are you asking me out😏😏"

"WA.KT WAT NO...AIM I??? WULD U SAY NO IF I WAS? WAIT HUH—"

"MARK PLEASE CALM DOWN IM JOKING😭"

"I'm sorry imsorryyou scared me I shoukds have asked how ur daiy wss sorry sorry!!!!"

"YOU'RE FINE BABY😭"

"Ba-...baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Uhm- okay sugar plum"

"...leave the pet names to me from now on.."

"IM TRYING😭"

If he keeps making errors in his text, he either calls you or sends a voice message💀 Save mark pls.

HAECHAN

He sends memes for EVER-Y-THING, there's never a moment where you're talking to haechan and he doesn't send a meme.

He his text laughs are "GOODBYE-", "LMFAOAOAOAOAO", "IM WHEEZING", "GOODNIGHTTTT"

"Die."

He sends hoe pics

Even if yall are just platonic he sends hoe-y pics and you're like "haechan, I'm at work." And he's like "exactly. Thoughts?" So you decide to fuck with him and you answer with "..why's there a lotion and sock behind you?" And haechan literally deletes the photo😭😭

" hiiiii🥰🥰🥰"

"No."

"C'mon let's talk for like 10 seconds"

"Okay fine"

"How's ur day so far🤗"

"1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10"

"..Die."

"byeeee see u later😍🤞🏾"

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I've been had this idea for awhile but I never wrote it bc I didn't know how to put my frantic thoughts into words- bitch I sound crazy uhm ANYWAYS BXIWVDUWKDOK😭😭

But I hope you liked this and this the end of The BGKSC [Black Girl Kpop Stan Chronicles] IDC IM MAKING IT A THING LEAVE ME BE😭😭😭 BYE BESTIE BOOS🤗❤❤

[disappointed-and-depleted]

Some Of My Favourite Out Of Context One Piece Quotes: Dubbed

Green is for Zoro or Bartolomeo, Red is Luffy or Chopper, Blue is Sanji or Sabo, Purple is Usopp or Brook, Pink is Franky or background characters ie Perona or Buggy, orange and black are also for background characters

"Nobody calls me stupid but me"

"She blew up that funny old man and he was nice so now I hate her 😠"

*casually staring down a dinosaur* "you're a rude son of a bitch" *kicks it*

"Pirates! Or worse, the government!"

"🎶Good evening!✋🎶"

"Well, as per usual I've been kickin ass, and what about you?" "Been kickin ass."

"Hold on a second pirate A (Sanji) Nami isn't a background character like you, its gonna take more then one sorry little bazooka attack to defeat her"

*menacingly* "I love giraffes"

"...wOAh that is lame,"

"SOMEBODY GET ME A LAWYER, THERE'S NO WAY I'M NOT GONNA SUE YOUR ASS OFF FOR THIS!"

"It's a little early to be kissing his ass"

*casually throwing cannon balls* "WE DON'T WANT 'EM, TAKE 'EM BACK!"

"YOU PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS!" "Uh huh!✌✌✌💖"

"You just cook the meat, dont tell us how to eat it"

"Dead men tell no tales" *knows full well of Brook's existence*

*chanting* "FRANKYS NAKED, FRANKYS NAKED"

"WHERE ARE YOU MY FEISTY TRUFFLE!?💖"

"₲₳Ⱨ, ₳ ₮ⱤɆɆ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ₴Ø₥Ɇ ØⱠĐ ₲ɆɆⱫɆⱤ'₴ ₣₳₵Ɇ ł₴ ₮Ø₮₳ⱠⱠɎ ₲Ɇ₮₮ł₦₲ ĐⱤɄ₦₭ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ₳ ฿Ɇ₳₮ Ʉ₱ Ʉ₦ł₵ØⱤ₦"

"I'm so ashamed, my soul is as twisted as my curly eyebrows"

"Power has nothing to do with it, I just naturally have a negaTIVE PERSONALITYYYYYYYYYYYY"

"I-I don't believe this!" "Usopp actually looks cool for once." "Is his heart really that empty?" (I'm not sure if that's a good thing)

"What the hell is this guy? The Patron Saint of Pessimism?"

"AHHH, WHAT A TERRIBLE SOURCE OF SELF ESTEEM!"

*not so casually catching fire and jumping off a cliff* "NAMI-SWAAAAAAN"

"AAHHHHHH, DONT EAT ME I SWEAR IM ALL BONES"

"NAMI GAVE AWAY SOME OF HER TREASURRREEEE!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHH!! A STORM MUST BE COMING!"

"H-he wants to see underwear! EVERYONE, SHOW HIM YOUR UNDERWEAR" "Um, I- I don't need to see any man panties, thank you, I- uh- oh W O W."

"He's not stupid, he's Luffy."

"Awe man, I miss when Jinbei was on our side"

"Okay, uh, a sword shouldn't be able to do that... can we please call that thing somthing other then a sword?"

"THANK YOU BUGGY, SEE YOU IN THE AFTER LIFE, I GUESS"

"But wait, these guys are certified badasses,"

"What about child support?" "Put it on my tab" "THIS ISN'T A BAR"

"WHAT IS THIS, A CHILD LABOR SCHEME!?" (I love Sabo so much 😂😂)

"ATTA BOY SATAN"

"Ah, I didn't think you'd be the first," "Oh yeah? Nobody else has shown up? Well damn, I guess they got lost" (SAYS YOU ZORO)

"WHAT'S UP LADIES, IM FRESH OUTTA HELL AND LOOKIN FOR A GOOD TIME!"

"WHOA, DUDE!" "H E S G O T A H A N D I N H I S H A A A A A N D ! ! !"

"Still standing after all that? Maybe you got stronger after all," "Yeah, and your itty bitty baby attacks actually tickle a little now, too bad they still don't hurt as bad as your food hurts my stomach," "WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT!?"

"YOU'RE NOT READY FOR REAL GIRLS YET, SANJI! GO BACK TO YOUR PICTURES AND RELAX!"

"WHO NEEDS BLOOD, I HAVE LUST TO SUSTAIN ME!!"

"𝐀𝐇, 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘!"

"And so what if I am? Is it so wrong to want to share in the suffering of my friends? Cold is a state if mind after all! You don't need skin for that!"

*calmly but genuinely* "Resign from the warlords of the sea or go into battle with of the of the four emperors. Obviously he'll pass on both and kill us if he's wise. Yohohohoh- oh I'm scared!"

"Is that why you came down with us, racoon?" "Mhm....... HEY WHO ARE YOU CALLING RACOON, I'M A REINDEER JERK, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I SAID YOU WERE A BIG UGLY RAT WHO EATS GARBAGE- WHAT'S SO FUNNY LUFFY? QUIT LAUGHING!"

"I see, Racoon, so you can understand what animals say," "uh huh, it really comes in handy when we... HEY! COME ON, THERE WAS NO EXCUSE FOR IT THAT TIME!"

"Be extra careful, this is enemy territory," "HEY, ITS NOT AS DARK OVER HERE!" "what did I just tell you, stop yelling!" "Yeah, I hate to say this, but I'm with jerk face on this one," "*disgruntled noises*"

"Oh, so you're okay to be beaten up then,"

"I'mGonnaBeRealHonestWithYouHereSanjiAndGiveYouAHard I. Don't Know But!SayYourPrayersJustToBeSafe,K?"

Also any time someone other than Luffy calls Law "Traffy" is infinatly funny to me cause Dressrosa is super serious then Robin says "But Traffy's plan-" and I'm out of there

"My barrier only works on physical attacks, not verbal ones!"

"You lost me! You sound cool as hell and I still look up to you! Of course, but you lost me!"

"OH NO! MASTER DICKHEAD"

*Brook being eaten alive and no one paying any mind*

[punchitime]

So... Lucid dreaming huh?

So I've had... Multiple lucid dreams of Punch Out so I'm deciding to share headcanons/moments that have happened

So for context on my end: when lucid dreaming i can feel whenever someone touches me. Let's just say that someone tested their arm on my shoulder for example, yeah i can feel the arm on my shoulder in my dream. Same deal with any kind of pain. Though i can't smell or taste anything that i haven't smelled/tasted before.

Anyways let's get into this

Bear Hugger, unsurprisingly, does give the best hugs... Though he accidentally popped my back with a hug and instantly panicked (i was fine btw)

^ His bear does sometimes show up in the WVBA, which i wouldn't mind... But coming around a corner to be face to face with a full sized bear is TERRIFYING

^^ The squirrel on the other hand was cute actually, very active lil fella...s. yeah there was multiple and they ambushed me once. Had to stay where i was for a bit until Bear Hugger came over to help

Soda is intimidating.... But shockingly friendly. Somehow befriended him and now he likes to just randomly pick me up like a cat (he has randomly picked me up Lion King style before too. Why? I have no idea but it scared the hell outta me)

^ He did give me his soda once actually. If you've ever had Mug Root Beer it tasted like that but a few notches sweeter than that brand (idk if this is because my brain decided to should tastes this way but that's what it reminded me of)

Bald Bull... Is actually surprisingly nice, quiet for the most part but nice... if he's not in a bad mood or if you're not acting like a crazy fan/interviewer.

^ The guy just wants his privacy and time to himself, and i don't judge him because wtf with these interviewers-

Mad Clown is actually sassy as hell but to the point his comments are equally as funny with the timing. He's gotten a few good surprised wheezes out of me with his timing.

^ somehow befriended him too. Probably because i was the only one reacting to his comments

Mad Clown does have a clown car (and I'm... Assuming a regular one for everyday use), found that out because i went to see a boxing match and he deadass pulled up to the ring in the clown car-

^ how tf it worked i have no idea don't ask me.

Accidentally met Carmen actually, she's very sweet and bubbly

^ Don on the other hand... My god he was cocky af. Me and him didn't mix well since I'm very much a humble kinda person.

Sandman was... Scary actually. More scary than i thought with how tall he is and his facial expression always seeming angry (he wasn't btw, apparently it's just his resting face which... Yeah fair enough)

^ He's also nice, just not social which i related to. Didn't get to talk to him for long sadly but still was pleasant

Did meet Super Macho Man ... Had the same kinda deal with Don, we didn't mix well. Though SMM was trying to showoff his merch/money just because i was new around, and HATED the fact that I was looking at him like he was insane. Low-key his offended face is funny tho

Aran was, unsurprisingly, chaotic as hell. I was a victim of a few pranks, shockingly none too harmful, i just ran nearly close lined into some plastic wrap because he tied to to a doorframe and he put sone of my stuff on high places so i can't reach them without climbing up whatever he put it on... And was shocked seeing me literally climb up it because i refused to ask for help. I think he gives the more harmful pranks to the other boxers.

Aran really likes to point out how short i am (im 5"3'... That mf is 6"1') compared to him by putting his arm casually on my head... Yeah long story short i bit his arm in response and he hasn't done it again

There's something in Hoy's staff (i was handing Hoy his staff for context of how i know this). The top like swirly part is hollow, the rest isn't just that top part and something rattles in it. I don't know if it's just a broken piece of wood or what.

Dragon and Birdie do have a rivalry. Found that out because Dragon nearly nailed me with a shoe somehow- he got Birdie tho

^ note to self: Dragon has good aim when throwing objects because wtf-

Interacting with Hondo was kinda like Sandman, intimidating but nice, and not too social

[enhancedpartytime]

some ramblings abt the submas au sorta thing ive been doing doodles of (1) (2) b/c i have a lot of ideas. i may or may not draw these down the line. still need an actual name for this as well. i am open to suggestions.

where things diverge from canon is maybe a couple months after the ending of pla? dialga kinda just shows up through an ominous portal at the training grounds one day and scares the heck outta everyone. it just walks up to ingo and is like. “hey so turns out might be my bad that you ended up here im not sure but uh if you wanna go home now i can take you back home. you can always change your mind later if you want too just call me on your flute when you decide ok cya.” and then just hovers back through the portal.

ingo thinks over this for couple days, talks to others about it and they encourage him to at least give it a try. he doesn’t have his memories back so he really doesn’t know where his old home even is. so he’s pretty apprehensive to leave what’s now his home go back to somewhere that he doesn’t recognize. by the end of the week though he does decide to call dialga.

he asks dialga if it would be possible for him to go just to visit and try to regain his memories, and then return back to hisui, and make a permanent decision afterwards. dialga, to his surprise tells him that, “oh yeah don’t worry about it. i can take you back and forth as much as you want it’s super easy. just don’t tell palkia it’s a jerk and won’t ever shut up about it if it finds out im hanging out with a member of the clan that worships it.”

ingo never fully regains his memories. though he is able to remember a lot more than he did previously once he returns to unova. things that were repetitive or constants in his life he is able to remember with time, but not specific moments. his memory loss is a permanent disability that he has to learn to navigate. emmet happily spends a lot of time telling him about anything and everything.

ingo doesn’t really know where he belongs after everything. but he and emmet are able to make things work. and dialga is always surprisingly chill with ferrying them back and forth in time.