#added chaos to the already chaotic team

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Leeooooooooooo

[shixcherie]

King, Queen & The Rose | Choi San & Park Seonghwa ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 13 : Caught in the act

↬ [ Synopsis ] : In the adrenaline-fueled realm of Formula 1, you finds herself drawn to the mysterious "The Rose" despite having your boyfriend San. A steamy night sparks brings confessions, undeniable chemistry and chaos. Will you, the Queen choose your King or the Rose ? Or Both ?

☆ Word Count : 2.9k ☆ Genre : Smut, Some plot, Formula 1 Racer Au. ☆ Pairing : F1 Racer Bf! San x F1 Academy student Gf! F.Reader x F1 Racer! Bestfreind Seonghwa

WARNINGS : Pure smut (18+), a bit of plot, you and San are switch!.Soft! Dom Seonghwa praise, dirty talk, making out, neck kisses, pet names (kitten, baby), stalker-ish behaviour “The Rose”, exhibitionism, mild angst, jealousy, power play, slight voyeurism, unresolved tension.

☆☆☆ NOTE : Day 13 dropping right at ya!. A little long cause I definitely got carried away but hope you enjoy this piece ma chéries.

And before you ask, Second part is already in works and be dropping real soon. “The Rose Blooms” is what it will be called.

A small smile crept onto your face as you unboxed yet another gift from "The Rose." For the past two years, this mysterious admirer had been sending you flowers, plushies, gifts, and more. At first, you were skeptical about receiving presents from a stranger, but the notes they sent along with the gifts carried so much warmth that they chased away any doubts you had about this person being some kind of creep.

Being in the F1 academy, training relentlessly to become a Formula 1 racer, and staying away from your family for the past three years had definitely taken a toll on your mind. Only two people could help you forget the stresses of it all. One was San, Ferrari’s number one F1 racer, a total heartthrob and your boyfriend.

The other was this person, The Rose. You had no idea who they were, but the way they knew everything you liked, the way they warmed your heart, was oddly familiar.

San knew about The Rose sending you stuff and somehow….didn’t seem to mind ?

But why did The Rose remind you of him? Him…..your childhood friend Seonghwa, who also happened to be San’s other half on the track. Another F1 racer for Ferrari who compliemented San’s raw passion with his steady and meticulous driving making them a force to be recokoned with on the tracks.

The Rose could not be Seonghwa, right ? Right!

—

The crowd erupted into chaotic cheers as San crossed the finish line, securing victory in one of the most prestigious races on the F1 calendar. A sea of red engulfed the grandstands as tifosi, Ferrari’s passionate fanbase, celebrated their hero’s triumph at Monza.

Monza, the temple of speed, had once again crowned its hero, and this time it was San.

But this wasn’t an easy win to secure for him, as he had faced relentless pressure from his teammate, Seonghwa, who was right on his tail. The two scarlet cars battled fiercely, neck to neck on each corner and straight pushing the limits of perfection.

On the final lap, with Seonghwa close behind, San drove perfectly through the Parabolica, winning the race. As he crossed the line, the Ferrari garage eriupted with cheers , and tifosi lit red smoke flares covering the whole sky with a shade of deep red, celebrating Ferrari’s historic win.

Seonghwa finished just 1.2 seconds later, highlighting their team's strength. When San pulled into the pit lane, he raised his fist in triumph as his eyes locked with you in the crowd, a cute kitten like smile spreading across his face.. Your cheers filled the air, adding to his excitement as you cheered for both him and Seonghwa.

On the podium, San lifted the winner’s trophy with Seonghwa standing proudly next to him, equally ecsatic with the win. Champagne sprayed everywhere amidst the cheers, a special day for Ferrari, a moment everyone will remember forever.

A few more years and you’ll be part of the F1 circuit too.

As San walked down the podium, you jumped on him, engulfing him in a hug.

“Congrats! Congrats! Congrats! I am so happy for you!” you exclaimed, your voice reflecting how proud and excited you were for your boyfriend. “That race was freaking intense, but somehow you managed to pull it off flawlessly, if I may say.” You kissed his cheek as you complimented him.

“Thanks, baby. Wouldn’t have been possible without your support.” he replied, reciprocating your kiss as the crowd erupted in a chorus of “awws.” To them, you and San were THE ideal couple. In fact, tifosi were more excited about your future entry into the F1 circuit than anyone else. No jealousy, no hate, just pure support.

As San went to speak to his team, you made your way to Seonghwa. “Congrats, best friend!” you said, earning a sweet smile from him.

You and Seonghwa grew up in the same neighborhood, with your moms being best friends. You spent countless evenings playing in the park and talking for hours, sharing everything with each other. Although he was a few years older, your shared interests, great vibes, and undying love for F1, along with his occasional teasing and a dash of his tenderness, proved that age doesn't matter—it's all about the connection!

And now, here you both are, fulfilling that childhood dream, representing one of the greatest companies in the world.Ferrari.

“Hwa, 1.2 seconds! Bruh, you guys are too good, always one-upping each other!” you added, referring to the previous race that Seonghwa had won. He just stared at you, admiring you standing in front of him, his gaze fixed on the scarf wrapped around your neck.

As you waved your hand in front of him, he came back to his senses. “Yo! Hello... Earth to Seonghwa. Are you even listening, buddy?” you asked.

“I—Um, yeah. I am... I am,” he stammered, then continued, “When did you buy this scarf? It looks so good on you.”

“Umm…” you paused, signaling him to come down to your level to whisper in his ear. He chuckled, earning a pout from you. It wasn’t your fault, okay? You weren’t short; he was just extra tall. “I have a secret admirer. His name is ‘The Rose.’ He gave it to me,” you whispered, and he slightly nodded before bursting into fits of laughter.

“You! You have a secret admirer? Sure, sure, I believe you,” he mocked, earning a huff from you as you turned to walk away. He stood there for a few seconds before running to catch up with you.

The whole evening flew by as the entire Ferrari family celebrated the historic win at the most expensive Italian restaurant. The party was lit with expensive food, extravagent drinks and booze menu along with live performance. With San being the man of the moment, it was difficult for you to demand a few moments of alone time with him.

As the party dimmed down, you and San decided to sneak out to have a few moments in privacy.

“Where are we going?” you asked San, who literally was a ball of excitement in his driving seat.

“You’ll see, baby. It’s somewhere special, and I know you’ll love it,” he said, winking at you before returning his focus to the road. You tried to figure out the route, but San always took complex paths whenever he has surprises planned for you.

“Sannie, you’re not gonna tell me?” you asked sweetly, your hand gently rubbing his thigh as he chuckled nervously before clearing his throat and focused on the road.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he gupled as your hand was getting dangerously close to his crotch, wavering his focused gaze.

Growing impatient, you leaned in, letting your lips brush against his ear. “Come on, San. Just a hint?” Your warm breath made him flush, his ears turning pink, a proof of the effect you had on him.

“Nice try” he smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes. “But no hints tonight.”

With a playful pout, you shifted in your seat trying to sit stable as thick anticipation loomed in the air, your eyes tried to figure out the roads. Hmm…now they seem a bit more familiar. Wait was he taking you to the ferrari garage, the place where his beautiful car would be resting right now. The place who had been dying to visit.

The car came to a screeching halt, and your eyes lit up with a knowing look as a happy smile danced on your lips. Yes! Yes! Yes! He's taking you there. To see his scarlet beast, his gorgeous baby. A little less gorgeous than you, but still!

As you and San walked inside, your eyes sparkled at the sight of the beauty, at the freaking red beast that stood in all its glory, with San’s number 10 printed on the front, matching his birthday. You traced your hands along the car, soaking in the feeling of all the tracks San had dominated in this machine. But while you were feeling up the car, your boyfriend was feeling something else.

Two strong hands snaked around your waist firmly as San’s nose traced the crook of your neck, his warm breaths sending goosebumps all over your body.

“San…” you breathed out, a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding as he gently pulled you against him. “Hmmm… baby,” he replied, his mouth trailing open-mouthed kisses where your neck met your shoulder, making you feel hot all over.

“You loving this baby…?” he asked, his crotch pressed right against your ass, and you could feel his hard length.

“Loving what... the car or you?” you teased, leaning your head back against his shoulder, giving him more of your neck to explore.

“Both, cause the car is mine, and I belong to you. Both at your service, ready to give you everything you desire, baby.” His words sent fireworks exploding in your stomach, while his right hand gently grabbed your chin, tilting it slightly to the side, allowing him to capture your lips. Your soft, juicy lips instantly turned his brain to mush as an insatiable hunger took over him.

His hand slipped from your chin, but without breaking the steamy kiss, his fingers found their place around your throat, gently applying pressure. You moaned into the kiss, leaning further into him, almost grinding against him, making it clear how much you were enjoying this.

San smiled, loving how expressive you were. You had always been responsive to even his subtle gestures, which only pushed him to explore more with you.

Breaking the kiss, he gently guided you toward the car. “I vaguely remember some kitten mentioning she wanted to be taken against my race car,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, as your mind ran wild with images of the positions he would take you in, the ways his girthy length would explore your deepest depths, hitting just the right spots as you lay your head against the car while he pounded into you mercilessly.

Slightly tugging your little black dress up, you lay against the shark fin of his F1 car, giving him a mouthwatering view of your ass. His fingers instantly found your clothed cunt, rubbing the wetness through the fabric, and you moaned against his rough touch, the lace providing just the right amount of friction.

“So wet already, all for me, kitten?” he asked, a devilishly handsome smirk crossing his lips as he rubbed his angry, throbbing member through his pants.

“San… w-what if s-someone sees us?” you asked, struggling to form a coherent sentence while his miraculous fingers worked against your aching core.

“I don’t care,” he replied smugly as he yanked your panties off, the cold air hitting your bare skin, causing goosebumps to ripple across your body. Without warning, two thick fingers entered you, stretching you deliciously. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, his fingers preparing you for his hard, girthy member. He freed himself from his pants, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum, eager to be hugged by your tight walls, when a voice interrupted your intimate moment.

“San, Y/n! What are you—?” Seonghwa's voice broke in as he walked into the garage, cheeks tinged red, clearly having seen more than enough. “Wow, San, you shouldn’t be doing this here. What if someone sees you both?”

You were too stunned to speak, too embarrassed to meet his eyes as no words left your mouth. But San, on the other hand, was far from silent. Cocky, you might add.

“I don’t care. She’s my girlfriend, and I can have her whenever and wherever I want,” San replied, shooting Seonghwa a cocky smirk. “You got a problem with that?” he asked, his voice laced with roughness as if daring Seonghwa to challenge him, all while his tip teased your dripping cunt, sending jolts of electricity through you.

“San, stop—” you tried, your head flicking between him and Seonghwa, still embarrassed but knowing they both needed to stop.

“Actually, would the great Park Seonghwa care to join us?” San continued, making a rather surprising request. Your cheeks burned red as you tried to get off the car, but San held you captive, not letting you move.

Seonghwa scoffed. “No, thanks. Actually, you know what? Continue with your thing... I’m gonna go.” He turned on his heels, ready to leave when San stopped him halfway.

“Will ‘The Rose’ join us?” San said teasingly, as you jerked your head towards him, shock filling your expression as Seonghwa froze in his tracks.

Did San just call Seonghwa ‘The Rose’? Is he ‘The Rose’? No way… he can’t be—how—what… aghhh, why is he ‘The Rose’? Did San know about this all along? What the actual FUCK?!

Slowly turning toward both of you, still laying against San’s car, Seonghwa tried to speak. “How do you kn—”

San interrupted him. “I had my doubts. You acting all lovey-dovey with my girlfriend, numerous deliveries of flowers coming in your name, especially on the days when something really exciting had happened with Y/n! Either I’m not a dumbass, or you’re just too bad at hiding your sickening love for her.” He paused, a slight hint of jealousy evident in his voice as he thrust into you at once, earning a loud whimper.

San was enjoying this way too much. And to admit it honestly, so were you.

“But you know what sealed the deal, buddy? The red scarf. The same one I saw you receiving and the same one I saw around her neck the next day. Do you love her? Why don’t you confess then?” San continued, both with his words and his thrusts, fast and deep, hitting just the right spots as you turned into a whimpering mess beneath him, hands gripping the car tightly as you looked at Seonghwa.

“My love for her isn’t sickening, it’s genuine.All I wanted was to see her happy. Yes, I am ‘The fucking Rose’ and I love her. I’ve loved her since the very first day we met, still do even while she’s with you now.” Seonghwa confessed finally, standing his ground. His eyes met yours, turning soft instantly. One more hard thrust from San followed Seonghwa’s confession.

The revelations tonight were overwhelmingly intense for your little brain to handle, and with San pounding hard, you were almost on the edge and you needed Seonghwa too.

“Oh, you think I don’t care for her? I do care. A lot, actually. And I love giving her whatever the fuck she wants. That’s why I’m inviting you to join.” San said, a little angry at being questioned about his love for you. “You don’t want this, kitten? Your ‘The Rose’ joining us?” San quizzed you, his eyes meeting yours, holding a playful yet hungry desire as you clenced around him.

This freaking ass situation, San's words, Seonghwa’s confession, and San’s merciless thrusts, had you right at the edge, an aching release just waiting to happen, needing only one more little push. The Rose's push.

“Will ‘The Rose’ join us, please?” you asked, your voice dripping with sweetness as your eyes met Seonghwa’s soft gaze. “Hwa, I need you.”

That was all Seonghwa needed to hear. He quickly made his way toward you just as San thrust into you deeply, a chuckle escaping his lips. Adjusting himself between you and San’s car, Seonghwa picked you up, securing your legs around his waist while San remained buried inside you.

Is that even humanly possible? Who cares!

“Be gentle with her,” Seonghwa told San, his hand caressing your cheek, which was pressed against the car, before he kissed your forehead.

“Don’t teach me, Hwa! She loves it,” San shot back, a cocky grin on his face as he leaned closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. “You can’t deny how good it feels when I’m pounding into her like this. She’s practically begging for more.”

“She deserves a little tenderness too. Let The Rose show you how it's done.” With that, Seonghwa captured your lips in a hungry kiss. His lips registered in your mind, tender yet needy, a perfect blend of softness and urgency that sent shivers down your spine.

The kiss felt like a promise, a gentle reminder that even in chaos, his embrace offered comfort. As his hands explored your body, you felt the tension building within you, with San's relentless thrusts pushing you closer to the edge. With one final, deep kiss and a mind-boggling bite on your lower lip from Seonghwa, combined with San's passionate rhythm, you came hard, spilling all over San’s cock.

The world around you faded as pleasure washed over you in waves finally satisfying the ache. Your hands gripped Seonghwa firmly while your head rested in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily as you tried to recover from the intense pleasure.

“Just relax and enjoy it, love,” Seonghwa murmured, pressing a kiss against your hair and caressing it gently. “We’ll take care of you.”

“You're in for a long night kitten. Ready for round two?” San chuckled, pressing a kiss against your cheek, still brimming with energy.

As their words registered in your mind, you realized that surrendering to both of them was a temptation you couldn’t resist. With the King behind you and the Rose in front, this Queen was in for a long night and the night had only just begun. Hehe.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[harunayuuka2060]

Leona: I don't understand why we're doing this.

Ruggie: Hey, but admit it. It's kind of fun. Not your usual writing your research papers.

Kalim: *yells from afar* Leona! How's your investigation??

Jamil: Kalim, mind your own business. We still need to gather evidence for the mystery they tasked us.

Kalim: But our stories need to be aligned, right?

Jamil: *facepalm* Yes and no. Sensei specifically asked that we do our own task and once we're done, we shouldn't bother the others.

Kalim: Aww...

Leona and Ruggie: ...

Leona: This is going to be chaotic.

Ruggie: Yep. Definitely.

Riddle: Hmm...

Riddle: This is not adding up!

Jade: The alibis have to make sense for them to work.

Azul: You need to do your job right because we're going to re-enact that.

Floyd: I like being the suspect.

Malleus: What are you all doing?

Them: AH!

Riddle: Oh. It's you, Malleus-senpai.

Azul: We're currently solving a mystery.

Malleus: Mystery? Like solving them?

Floyd: Hm... Not exactly. You see, MC-sensei asked us to do one of the steps.

Jade: And ours should be in line with the others.

Malleus: Hm. I didn't know mysteries could be solved like that.

Azul: Floyd and I will be the actors showing how the mystery worked.

Azul: While Riddle and Jade are tasked to arrange the alibis and select which ones are plausible.

Malleus: *nods* I see. May I sit in to your class to watch?

Riddle: Well, MC-sensei wouldn't mind the least. So yes, you could.

MC: *chuckles* I'm quite excited for this. Are you feeling the same, sophomores?

The sophomores: Hell, yes!!!

MC: *laughs* *then noticed Malleus* Oh! We have a third-year here! Hello, Mr. Draconia~!

Malleus: I apologize for not asking you first before I came here, sensei.

MC: No worries! You've asked Mr. Rosehearts. That should be fine.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: How—

MC: Now, I believed everyone have completed their tasks. Let's see how your stories would be aligned.

Malleus: *has been cackling since he came back from Professor MC's class*

Lilia: Malleus? Malleus? Care to share what happened?

Malleus: It was hilarious.

Lilia: *pouts* Just tell me already.

Silver: You can ask me, father. I was there too.

Lilia: Alright. So what happened?

Silver: We were tasked to complete a mystery. We completed each a step and we started off good. Leona and Ruggie provided what was the mystery within the situation and who were likely the suspects.

Silver: Sensei applauded them, but that was when the chaos started.

Silver: The second step up to the last didn't match with what Leona and Ruggie's group provided.

Silver: The only saving grace we had was when Floyd and Azul managed to guess how the victim died.

Malleus: Rosehearts' team had guessed that it was due to a powerful curse and the reason behind it was jealousy, however— *starts laughing again*

Silver: It was only a huge misunderstanding. The suspects were guilty of attempted murder for trying to poison the victim's food. But the victim...

Silver: ...

Malleus: *still laughing*

Silver: Just died from choking...

Silver: After eating a huge meatball.

Lilia: ...

Lilia: Wow.

Malleus: And the meatball wasn't even poisoned—

Crowley: Professor MC, the third-years are now requesting for you to be their teacher as well.

MC: Hmm... That's too sudden.

Crowley: Mr. Draconia has shown some interests in your class which is a really good thing.

MC: Hehe~ Headmage, since my workload seems to be increasing... Does that mean I'm getting a raise?

Crowley: ...

Crowley: How much do you want?

MC: My mom's birthday is next week and I badly want to treat her to something fancy.

Crowley: Er... Double?

MC: Yes. Thank you~.

[lecsainz]

Hi i absolutely love your stories.

And i dont know if you are also writing for dennis hauger but when yes could you then please do an dennis hauger x female reader where the reader has like a panick attack and he helps her.

Ly❤️

U ARE SAFE WITH ME

parings: dennis hauger x girlfriend!reader

summary: that one where you have an anxiety attack and your boyfriend - dennis - helps you.

authors note: maybe it didn't turn out quite how you wanted because i don't feel very comfortable writing about anxiety right now, but i hope you like it.

☆. . . masterlist !

The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as Dennis prepared for a crucial race. In the midst of the bustling paddock, Y/N, his girlfriend, tried to keep her nerves in check. The pressure of the event weighed on her, and suddenly, the world seemed to spin out of control.

Y/N's breath quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as the panic attack began to take hold. She couldn't breathe, and her vision blurred as the world around her became a chaotic whirlwind. In that moment of vulnerability, Dennis noticed her distress.

"Dennis... I can't... breathe," Y/N stammered, her voice trembling as she reached out for him, her hands shaking.

Without hesitation, Dennis pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace. "Shh, it's okay, love." he whispered soothingly, his voice a calming presence amidst the chaos of the race. "Just focus on me. Breathe with me."

Dennis guided Y/N through deep breaths, their chests rising and falling in unison. Slowly, her racing heart began to steady, and the panic began to subside. The world regained its clarity as Y/N clung to Dennis, finding solace in his reassuring presence.

"I've got you," Dennis murmured, his hand gently rubbing her back. "You're safe with me."

As Y/N's breathing returned to normal, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for Dennis. In the midst of the high-stakes race, he had been there for her, a steady anchor in her storm of anxiety.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered, her eyes filled with appreciation as she looked up at him.

Dennis smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Always," he replied, his eyes filled with care and concern.

Seeing that Y/N had regained her composure, Dennis had an idea. He gently took her hand and said, "You know what would make us both feel better? Let's take a stroll through the paddock and grab some ice cream."

Y/N's eyes lit up with a hint of excitement at the suggestion. "Ice cream sounds perfect right now," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

They left the bustling pit area behind and ventured into the paddock, the heart of the race where teams prepared for the competition. Despite the chaos of the event, Dennis and Y/N found a sense of peace in each other's company. Their fingers intertwined, they walked hand in hand.

As they approached an ice cream stand, Y/N's mood visibly lifted. She scanned the various flavors, her eyes sparkling with delight. "What flavor are you getting?" she asked Dennis.

Dennis chuckled. "I think I'll go with classic vanilla," he replied. "What about you?"

Y/N grinned mischievously. "I'm feeling adventurous today. I'll have the triple chocolate fudge swirl with extra sprinkles!"

They enjoyed their ice creams, savoring each sweet bite as they strolled through the paddock. The sounds of the race faded into the background. It was a moment of respite, a chance to savor the simple pleasures of life amidst the adrenaline-fueled world of motorsport.

As they continued their leisurely stroll through the paddock, something unexpected happened – raindrops began to fall from the sky, gently at first, and then more steadily. 

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she felt the first drops hit her skin. Panic welled up within her again. She knew what the rain meant in this context; Dennis would have to race in wet conditions, which added an extra layer of stress to the already intense competition.

Y/N's expression shifted from one of serene enjoyment to one of unease. She glanced up at the sky, raindrops lightly splattering her face, and a sense of worry crept over her. Dennis immediately noticed the change in her demeanor.

"Hey," Dennis said, his voice filled with concern as he noticed Y/N's anxious expression. "What's wrong?"

Y/N bit her lower lip, her fingers subconsciously reaching for Dennis's hand. "It's just... the rain," she admitted hesitantly. "I'm scared for you out there on the track."

Dennis squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You know I can handle the rain, Y/N/N. Besides, I've got a great team behind me."

Despite his comforting words, Y/N's anxiety lingered, and her grip on Dennis's hand tightened. The thought of him racing in unpredictable weather conditions had triggered her panic attack earlier.

Dennis gently tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. "Look," he said, a soft smile on his face, "I promise I'll be extra careful out there, okay? And when I cross that finish line, we'll celebrate together, rain or shine."

Y/N managed a small, grateful smile. She knew Dennis had a passion for racing that couldn't be swayed by a little rain. "I don’t know why but you always know how to calm me down." she admitted.

Dennis chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "That's what I'm here for, sweetheart." he replied.

As the rain continued to fall, they headed back toward the race area. Y/N knew that no matter the conditions, she would be there, cheering for Dennis every step of the way, just as he had been there for her when she needed him the most.

[wolfblood-of-anubis]

i have no idea when or even if a season 3 au is coming, but the one i’ve been mentioning here and there is one where Nina sticks around, right? some of you might have remembered the bullet points.

eddie is still not part of sibuna and his and kt’s stories still happen esp. since they’re both so confused/out of place that they find their footing and friendship with each other

eddie and kt are eventually added to sibuna when amber leaves

nina leaves a few days after amber to check on her gran for a while, leaving eddie to be the second-in-command leader to step up for the first time

when nina comes back there’s some tension of who’s going to be running things before they agree co-leaders is the way to go, especially if they split into teams

well i also wanted to add that since i hated Victor becoming the first sinner, i figured it should change. have Patricia or mr. Sweet be the first one. spread some discord early but more subtle. eventually leading to Victor finally teaming up with Sibuna and we get a more interesting dynamic there and earlier than what we got in TOR.

more detailed moments of victor seeing how they work and his reaction to their messy plans and how this is the group that always manages to pull one over on him??

him protecting the kids from sinner!sweet and stuff

him figuring out who the sibuna sinner is

him going gaga over the new frobisher secret room

we do need 5 sinners so it’s most likely either going to be Mara since she had been very sin-like in terms of anger, envy, greed (in terms of wanting to break Jerome’s heart into tiny pieces), and pride in think she’s fully in the right despite the fact that she already got her revenge (side-note: i’m not a mara hater fyi, i think both sides hurt each other more than love each other but yeah i understand why she did it but it doesn’t justify her actions.)

if not Mara, then we could have Victor being the 4th of 5th sinner in a case of sacrificing himself so the kids could get away.

although it being Mara would be much more interesting since she wouldn’t have remembered anything in the end anyway. and Victor could still sacrifice himself in the end like Harriet did

and it would just take extra scenes to catch sinner!Mara up on all the stuff she’s missed whereas sinner!Victor would be more tragic

…although seeing sinner!Mara decide to be even more chaotic when it comes to her plans with Joy and Willow would be so much fun and would only add more to the chaos of anubis house

all i see is the return of her^ but less guilt and more mean

[nephalem-da]

A Chaotic Proposal

(Bill Cipher x OC)

Synopsis: Encouraged by his Henchmaniac friends, Bill Cipher awkwardly proposes to Maeloraelis, using human traditions he's unfamiliar with.

In the dark corners of the multiverse, where time and space twisted and tangled like threads of a frayed tapestry, there existed a bar like no other. It wasn’t bound by the rules of any one dimension; it simply existed where it was needed, a haven for the strange and the powerful. Tonight, it was filled with the loud, raucous laughter of the Henchmaniacs, Bill Cipher’s closest allies and fellow chaos enthusiasts.

Bill was in high spirits, his eye gleaming with mischief as he floated above the table, recounting a particularly wild tale of reality-warping. Around him, the Henchmaniacs—an eclectic group of bizarre entities—cheered, their strange forms bathed in the bar’s eerie glow. They were all there: Kryptos with his pyramid-shaped body, 8 Ball with his menacing gaze, Pyronica, and the rest, each one adding to the cacophony.

“And then—get this—I turned the whole dimension into a rubber band! You should’ve seen their faces when everything snapped back!” Bill cackled, his eye gleaming with satisfaction as he basked in the chaotic energy of his friends.

“Classic Bill!” Kryptos howled, pounding a fist on the table. “Always pulling the strings, always in control!”

Bill’s eye crinkled with amusement. “You know it, K! No one can outdo ol’ Bill Cipher when it comes to chaos!”

Pyronica, who had been listening with a sly grin, suddenly leaned forward, her eyes glinting with curiosity. “Speaking of chaos, Bill, how’s it going with your little pink girlfriend? You two have been together for a while now, haven’t you?”

The room fell quiet as all eyes turned to Bill. The question seemed to catch him off guard, and his eye flickered slightly, the playful glint dimming just a bit. “Mae? Oh, she’s doing great! We’ve been, y’know, causing a little havoc here and there… usual couple stuff.” He shrugged, trying to keep his usual bravado.

But the Henchmaniacs weren’t about to let it go that easily. “A little havoc?” 8 Ball rumbled, his voice deep and resonant. “Bill, you’ve been with her for eons! When are you gonna seal the deal?”

Bill’s eye narrowed, the confusion evident in his expression. “Seal the deal? What are you talking about? We’re already a team, practically inseparable! What more is there?”

Kryptos chuckled, shaking his head. “He doesn’t get it, does he? Bill, we’re talking about marriage!”

The word seemed to hang in the air, foreign and almost alien to Bill’s understanding. His eye blinked once, twice. “Marriage? You mean that weird human tradition where they sign a piece of paper and suddenly they’re stuck with each other forever? Sounds like a trap if you ask me.”

The Henchmaniacs erupted into laughter, but Pyronica raised a hand, silencing them. “It’s more than that, Bill. It’s about making a commitment, showing your partner that you’re serious about your future together. And besides, it’s got a nice ring to it—literally.” She smirked, her eyes flicking to the small jewel on her own finger, a souvenir from a particularly unlucky victim.

Bill floated back, pondering the idea, his eyelid lowering thoughtfully. “So, let me get this straight. You’re saying I should… propose? Like, with a ring and everything?”

“Exactly!” Pyronica nodded, her smile widening. “It’s a human tradition, sure, but it’s a pretty big deal. You take her to her favorite place, give her the ring, and tell her all those feelings you keep bottled up.”

Bill’s eye darted around the table, searching for some sort of joke, but all he found were nods of agreement. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. “You really think I should do this?”

8 Ball leaned forward, his gaze intense. “Bill, you’re the master of chaos. But even chaos needs something to hold onto, someone to stand by your side through all the madness. And from what I’ve seen, Maeloraelis is that someone for you. She’s been there through everything, hasn’t she?”

Bill was silent for a moment, reflecting on those words. Mae had been with him through everything—through the destruction of their home, the countless dimensions they’d visited, the endless chaos they’d created. She was more than just a partner in crime; she was… well, he didn’t really have a word for it. But she was important. That much he knew.

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it,” Bill finally said, his voice steady with determination. “But don’t expect me to go all mushy. I’m not good with that kind of stuff.”

The Henchmaniacs cheered, raising their glasses—or whatever equivalents they had—in a toast to their chaotic leader. “That’s the spirit, Bill! Go get your girl!” Kryptos shouted, slamming his glass down on the table.

Later that night, Bill found himself in the vast expanse of the cosmos, the stars twinkling around him like the fragments of a thousand shattered realities. And there, among the stars, was Maeloraelis, her soft pink glow a comforting contrast to the dark void. She was gazing out at the infinite expanse, lost in thought, her bow tie stone glowing with a soft, contented light green.

Bill took a deep breath—not that he needed to breathe, but it felt like the right thing to do. “Mae?” he called softly, his voice echoing in the stillness.

She turned to him, her eye lighting up with a smile as she saw him approach. “Bill! What are you doing out here?”

He floated closer, his eye flickering with something she couldn’t quite place. “I was just thinking… you like the stars, don’t you? The way they’re always shining, always there, no matter what.”

Mae nodded, her gaze drifting back to the twinkling lights. “I do. They remind me that even in all the chaos, there’s always something constant, something beautiful.”

Bill hesitated, struggling to find the right words. He wasn’t good with feelings, never had been. But as he looked at her, bathed in the light of the cosmos, he knew he had to try. “Mae, we’ve been through a lot together. More than most beings can even imagine. And I know I’m not exactly… easy to be around. I’m chaotic, unpredictable, sometimes downright dangerous.”

She turned back to him, her eye softening as she reached out to take his hand. “But that’s what I love about you, Bill. You’re always true to yourself, no matter what.”

He squeezed her hand gently, feeling a warmth in his core that he couldn’t quite explain. “I don’t know much about… this kind of stuff. But I do know one thing. You’re the constant in my chaos, Mae. You’re the one thing that makes sense when everything else is falling apart.”

Her bow tie stone flickered to a soft pink, matching the glow of her body. “Bill…” she whispered, her voice full of emotionFor a moment, the cosmos seemed to hold its breath. Maeloraelis stared at the ring, her eye wide with surprise, and then she looked back at Bill, her stone now glowing a vibrant, joyful yellow. “Yes, Bill. Of course, I’ll marry you.”

Bill felt a rush of relief and something else—something warm and comforting, like a sense of belonging. “Well, that’s a relief,” he said with a nervous laugh, slipping the ring onto her finger. “I wasn’t sure I’d get that right.”

Mae floated closer, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle embrace. “You did just fine, Bill. Better than fine.”

As they floated there, surrounded by the endless stars, Bill realized that for the first time in his existence, he wasn’t just creating chaos—he was building something. Something that mattered. And with Mae by his side, he knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together.

“Here’s to the future, Mae,” he whispered, his eye forming a soft, contented curve.

“To our future,” she echoed, her voice filled with love and certainty.

And for a moment, even in the vastness of the cosmos, everything was perfect..

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Team Japan’s Manager:

🎂 Happy Birthday Manager!🎂

Team Japan x GN! manager (they/them pronoun)

Warnings: angst to fluff, Team Japan are really super volleyball idiots in this one

A/N: it’s my birthday and this is my gift to all of you 🥰

I don’t think I have to say it

But honestly Yn, what a godsend you truly are 😍

The world is truly blessed to have you in it

Without you, well, we wouldn’t have a Team Japan

Why you ask?

It’s simple really, because they literally would have all killed each other 😃

Tell me I’m wrong because you know I’m not

The sheer chaos that encompasses Team Japan is astronomical

Whether it be Kageyama fighting with Hinata

Suna and Sakusa ganging up on Atsumu

Yaku and Komori iterally instigating it all

Be honest, we all know how much they LOVE the drama 😏

The whole team would fold without our sweet precious YN

Unfortunately, being the manager of such a chaotic team can mean your accomplishments go unappreciated

Let’s be real, the people that work behind the scenes often go unnoticed

It sucks tremendously and it’s often a thankless job

Sure the team appreciates you but sometimes it feels like you are often the pillar under the foundation

The invisible support of you will

Without you, our boys would literally collapse

And sometimes we need to remind them of that 🥰

That’s where I come in 🙃 because nobody does karma and reminding quite like ya girl

You see, like most people, you were really looking forward to your birthday!

It was just around the corner, a few days away in fact and boy were you excited

You hadn’t really planned anything specific because you see, you were kind of hoping for a day of appreciation from your team

Honestly, it’s not much to ask for!

These guys totally go all out for birthdays and we know it

But you just wanted to be appreciated and the best way you could think to do so was to celebrate with the team

As your birthday approached, not much happened

Honestly, you just kind of thought they were being secretive

Honestly, first red flag YN, no way Bokuto or Hinata could be quiet about anything

Oh my sweet YN 🥹 you poor angel

It wasn’t until the day before your birthday that your expectations began to lower

“Hey Sumu whatcha doing tomorrow night?” Suna asked

“Probably nothing, maybe going to Samu’s place. You guys wanna come?” Atsumu answered

The guys all agreed as you went about your chores as manager, all while listening in for clues

“Maybe we should invite YN to come along? I bet they would enjoy it!” Bokuto added as your heart jumped a little

“You really think YN wants to hang around with us after work?” Sakusa asked

“Nah you’re right, we should probably just leave them out of it,” Yaku interjected as you instantly deflated

Fortunately none of the guys had seen your mood shift as you quickly made your way back to your office and shut the door

“Maybe this is all part of their plan?” You thought as you tried to calm the tears

Surely they wouldn’t forget about your birthday, they couldn’t

Spoiler alert 👀 they did

The next morning you got up and ready for work, you were so excited as you seing by your favorite coffee shop for your birthday drink

“Happy Birthday YN!” The barista said as you thanked them and walked to work

You were so excited for today and nothing could interfere with that!

Unfortunately, immediately upon entering the gym, your dreams of a grand birthday were crushed

“YN seriously, you’re late!” Atsumu growled as you looked at him confused

“Like 2 minutes late Sumu give them a break,” Aran said rolling his eyes

“Well us dedicated players have been here for almost an hour already!” Sumu said as he turned around to serve

All the guys were lined up for serving drills, concentrating on their targets

Meanwhile, you just sat there, waiting for a mere “Happy Birthday” that never came

Deflated, you walked to your office, turning on the lights and seeing nothing

No balloons, no flowers, no stupidly printer computer sign that Hinata haphazardly taped together

Absolutely nothing 🥺

Your heart sank as you set your coffee down and pulled out your chair

“How could they all forget?” You mumbled to yourself, trying not to cry as you heard the guys outside

A knock sounded as you quickly jolted, wiping your eyes as you instructed the person to come in

“Hey Yn, good morning!” Iwaizumi said as you smiled softly

Even Iwa forgot your birthday Yn 🥺😩😭

“Can you help me with the stretch routines for the guys? You’re the only one who can get Bokuto, Hoshiumi and Hinata to actually cooperate,” Iwa said chuckling

“Uhh yeah sure I’ll get right on it,” you said grabbing the papers and turning around

“You ok Yn? You seem a little down?” He asked as you cleared your throat

“Yeah all good just tired, I’ll see you later Hajime,” you said as Iwa nodded and left your office

The day dragged on and on

As 3pm approached and you were gathering your stuff, a knock came as the coach entered

“Hey Yn, Happy Birthday!” Coach said as you smiled

“Hey thanks coach! I really appreciate it!” You said smiling as he handed you your gift

“It’s nothing huge but I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you as our manager YN!” He said as you smiled

“Thanks so much coach,” you said smiling as he left your office and you put the gift in your bag

It almost seemed pointless

Your birthday was almost over and not one of your teammates had said anything

You sighed deeply as you turned off your lights and headed home

“Kageyama will you wrap it up!” Iwaizumi shouted as the guys all stood on the side

“Just one more serve,” he said, tossing it up as the serve slammed into the other side

“Usually it’s Hinata and Bokuto we have to drag home,” Hakuba inserted as the team chuckled

“Hey Guys,” Kuroo said, walking in with a huge bouquet of flowers, balloons and a present

“Damn you got a date of something?” Suna joked as Kuroo looked at him questioningly

“Uhh no, I was wondering if Yn had left yet, I wanted to give them my gift before they went home,” Kuroo said

“Gift? For what?” Yaku questioned

Kuroo 👉🏻 🤨 are they really that stupid?

Team Japan 👉🏻 🤡 🤡🤡🤡

“You guys can’t be serious? It’s YN’s Birthday!” Kuroo exclaimed

🎶 it’s the sound of SILENCE 🎶

Literally it registers in their head all at once

Like you can see the ping sound go off

They all look at each other, literally pale as ghosts

“Don’t tell me you guys forgot today was Yn’s birthday!” Kuroo growled as panic ensued

“OH MY GOD WE ARE THE WORST TEAM EVER,” Hinata screams as he collapses on the floor

“Team? Try worst FRIENDS EVER!” Aran shouts

“Fuck I can’t believe we forgot!” Atsumu said slamming his palm against his forhead

“Shit, I wonder if that’s why YN was so sad earlier, dammit! They looked like they were crying!”Iwaizumi spat

“YN WAS CRYING?!?” Bokuto shouted as the rest of the team stood in panic

“We really fucked up this time,” Sakusa said as Suna nodded

“Guys wait, it’s not too late to fix this!” Komori shouted, pulling out his phone

“Pretty sure it’s kind of late Komori, we missed almost all of her birthday,” Ushijima interjected as Komori ignored him and kept typing, putting the phone up to his ear

“Well we need to do some MAJOR damage control,” he says as his phone rings

That night, you went home and treated yourself to your favorite takeout and desert

You got several happy birthday messages and phone calls

But none of that seemed to matter anyone 😞

That fact that your boys, your team, forgot your birthday made all of it seem absolutely worthless

Sighing, you went to bed early, setting your alarm for another day at the gym

“How was your birthday Yn?” The barista asked you the following morning

“It was ok, nothing special,” you sighed and thanked them for your drink

You had to get yourself out of this mood!

You weren’t going to let the fact that the guys forgot about your birthday weight on you?

Right??

Right - ☹️

You calmed yourself, opening the door to the arena as you made your way to the gym

The lights were still off, strange given that normally Kageyama, Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto practically slept at the gym

“They probably had a late night at Osamu’s restaurant,” you say, not exactly thrilled to have to deal with tired men

You flipped the lights on, a sudden and loud “SURPRISE” ringing in your ears as you practically dropped your coffee all over the floor

Your eyes looked around, observing the elaborately decorated gym in your favorite colors, balloons and flowers everywhere

“What the hell, what is going on?” You ask, stunned as the guys all smile at you

“YN we are so sorry about forgetting your birthday yesterday,” Iwaizumi said, coming up and hugging you tightly

All is forgive Iwa, a hug is all you need ✋🏻

“We know nothing we can say will make up for us forgetting so we figured that actions speak louder than words, so we did this,” Aran added, hugging you again

YN, two hugs??? From Aran and Iwaizumi?? You better forgive them istg-

“You guys did all this? This must have taken hours!” You said, looking around and observing all the decorations and flower

“It actually took us all night,” Hoshiumi said rubbing the back of his neck

“Osamu is coming soon with the catering and cake! We called him and asked if he could help!” Hinata added

Kuroo approached, handing you a gift of balloons, flowers and an elaborately wrapped present

“I’d like the record to show Yn, that I did, in fact, not forget your birthday but I stayed to help these dumbbells fix their mistake,” Kuroo said as you smiled, tears forming in your eyes as he hugged you

Another hug Yn 😒 honestly just over here collecting hugs from these hot ass men

“YN we are really so sorry for forgetting your birthday! Please don’t be mad at us!” Bokuto say, practically crying as he approached you

“How can I be mad at you guys when you went to all this trouble for me! I’ll admit, I was already upset that you all forget yesterday was my birthday but this totally makes up for it!” You say, happy tears flowing down your cheeks

The visible sigh of relief washed across the men’s face as you began to hug them all one by one

The door opened and Osamu came in

“Hey YN, happy belated birthday! Sorry I would have wished you a happy birthday yesterday but my idiot of a twin forgot so here we are!” He said, smiling and carrying in a large cake

“Hey! It wasn’t just me that forgot!” Atsumu growled

“Yeah but I know somehow it was your fault because it always is,” Osamu sang as the team nodded in agreement

“It’s true,” Suna agreed

“You guys really treat your starting setter like crap ya know that!” Atsumu whined

“They treat me just fine Atsumu, it’s you they treat like crap,” Kageyama chimed in

“No way are you the starting setter Tobio! Not with the pure talent I possess!” Atsumu yelled

“Pure talent to annoy literally everyone,” Sakusa added

Komori sighed as he approached you

“Sorry about this YN. They promised they’d get along,” Komori said

You just smiled and laughed, “we can’t expect miracles Komori.”

“Well let’s get started, we are forgoing practice today to celebrate Yn,” Aran sang as the men all stared

You just rolled your eyes and smiled, “how about we play a practice game instead!”

“That’s our YN, always thinking of the team!” Atsumu said proudly

“-but I get to play the setter position,” you laughed maniacally 😈

“Works for me!” Suna said, grabbing something to eat as the rest of the team agreed

Kageyama and Atsumu rn 👉🏻👁️ 💧👄💧👁️

Please, YN deserves this 💅

[cabyang]

yinyang rant I've had in the discord for a while and now have the courage to post

so yinyang is a funny character right? a little silly even. a goofy little guy. but what if i told you that all that sillyness is hiding so much insecurities you wouldn't even KNOW.

ok so first why would he be insecure? well this is kinda obvious but in episode 4 his team kinda. you know. tried voting him off the game. this hurts him, obviously. we can see this in ep 6 when nickel mentions it, yinyang looks shocked and everyone goes silent. in episodes 11 and 14, even more is added into the burning pile, though as of the time of writing this i can't really factor in ep 14 besides speculating about the next episode.

ok so how is this insecurity expressed, well first we have what i mentioned in ep 6, he freezes up, not wanting to think about it. in episode 10 when he's describing his alliance idea to paintbrush, he turns away from them. Not wanting them to see he's crying, now why wouldn't yinyang want paintbrush to see him crying?

in ep 4, yinyang looks at paintbrush whilst mephone is counting the votes, which implies that yinyang looks up to paintbrush in some sort of way, and when paintbrush looks back that implies they voted for him too. but that's besides the point.

in ep 12, yinyang intentionally hurts the floor in order to win, now before this point yinyang and the floor had a pretty neutral relationship, so it's not like they hated eachother or something. so he obviously did this to win, but why would he do this in order to win? wouldn't it be too far? why didn't yin interfere?

it was in order to prove them wrong. to prove silver wrong, to prove candle wrong, (who betrayed him last episode at the time). to show them that they both were capable of getting immunity by earning it. to prove their worth. which didn't work. like at all.

this is also proven by this line in ep 13, where the implication is that without the viewers interference, yin believes they are nothing. which after the failure of the last episode is about as reasonable as a self depreciating statement can get, which isn't very much.

this is also why he even bothers listening to a single thing silver has too say in ep 14. silver was telling yang everything he wanted to hear, that the reason everyone seems to betray him, being his chaoticness, is actually a good trait and only HE (and conveniently silver) have seemed to realize it. that what candle taught him was just useless fluff to make him weaker (silver literally called yang soft). telling him that he was smart, clever even, that candle was just too stupid to realize what chaos could do. that for once, his worst trait can get him what he truly wants, an immunity not earned via viewer vote. acknowledging his insecurities and twisting him to his advantage.

so what's next for yinyang? obviously ep 14 was a huge blow to yinyangs self esteem, like all of yangs character development got thrown in the rubbish, like if ep 4 was yinyang getting kicked in the nuts, ep 14 was him getting blown to smithereens. this has basically blown yinyangs insecurities wide open, but it's not like they were all that secret before. he's a fan favorite so obviously animation epic isn't gonna send him hurdling to indefinite island without at least some of that being addressed (at least i hope). so how in gods name is yinyang gonna recover his mental state completely in 5 episode or less? well, the quick answer is he isn't. the long answer is this.

we already had an arc where someone tried to "fix" yinyang, and that ended up with candle seeing the friendship as completely transactional and cutting it off as soon as yinyang didn't need her. (which i could talk about forever but i digress) so how would yinyangs hypothetical "oh my god he has so many insecurities we need to fix this oh god oh fuck" arc go? well imo, i feel like it would involve the people silver has been trying to get yinyang to push away the most, his friends. any one of them could do this, balloon is kinda going through his own thing rn so probably either cabby or the floor (i may or may not be biased towards one of these outcomes but nonetheless) helping him regain his self worth in increments, the main point of the arc being that you really cant fix everything in one conversation, and that things like undoing an entire seasons worth of people kicking you in the metaphorical nuts repeatedly take time and effort. we can already see the buds of this arc by cabby and balloon taking extra care to listen to yinyang after what he went through. which is nice. he deserves something nice that isn't immediately ripped away from him 5 episodes later.

so yeah rant over um yinyang deserves to win iii i rest my case

[localfanbaselurker]

Yall know the drill!! Let’s get it baby!!

Watching Voltron: LD for the First Time and Saying What I Think

S1-2 | S3 | S4 | S5 | S6 | you are here! | S8

upon formatting this debrief/review, I realized quite quickly that I was gonna run out of the image limit too soon, no matter how many collages I made, so some ideas are better if you specifically remember scenes. Click on images for better quality! I apologize, I only have tumblr on mobile. please enjoy this edition anyway!

Pre-Season 7 Thoughts

-> I said in my S6 post that I thought it could be a decent ending if some strings were finally tied, so hopefully this season clears those up

-> S6 was pretty intense at the end, hopefully they tone it down a notch as they go on their little earth roadtrip

-> the aftermath of Lotor dying is definitely something that will weigh on Allura. Hopefully she doesn’t get too torn up about it

-> I’m really curious as to how the new team dynamics will play out now that Kieth is back as black paladin. Will they go back to s1? s3? Will they just act like nothing??

-> really wanna scene where keith calls krolia mom for the first time

-> what is with this “game show” episode??

-> I’m curious as to how ships will play out now.. Lance seems to be okay with Allura not liking him back after s6, their talk was really nice. As much as I think they look cute together, Allura needs time to get over Lotor first, and Lance seems to be already moving on.

-> now that Kieth is back, I wonder if there was more “klance moments” for people to go crazy over

->also where has Matt been this whole time??

-> them going to earth will probably explore their families, and i really wanna see more of their lore. (Especially keith)

->Hopefully shiro finally gets a break after everything. I’m excited to see who this love interest of his is!!

Post-Season 7

-> holy fuck. yall did not lie. that was…intense.

->ultimately I did not get my pre-s7 wish then.

-> I really liked all the keith/shiro lore about their relationship. It was really sweet. Shiro was the first person (besides his dad I guess) to show him patience and kindness. That’s so heartwarming.

->added to all the motifs and references to them saving each other,,very sweet. I love found family stuff like that. so i very much liked that episode (besides the “tiny” subplot lolz)

-> Romelle (as opposed to the name I gave her: “sailor moon altean girl”) is actually so real. She and hunk have the same “only normal one” vibe and i respect that.

-> literally where was haggar/honerva this whole time. Did she take a sabbatical or something??

->this image is so chaotic…literally what are yall doing 😭

->cosmic wolf (Kosmo, apparently) dgaf I love him

-> Allura is such a cutie.. “but I’m terrible at drawing! 😔” I love her so much

->^hunk upgraded his bayard!! Yayyyyy! More character development!!!

->Axca is back! (I have since long stopped calling her “space asami girl”)

-> i think she’s a really interesting character. While the other of Lotor’s generals go for whatever seems right for them, (as you should in war) she seems to calculate things on a matter of both that and morality, while also looking at the big picture. “Well, this would save my ass, save the universe from chaos, and be morally intact…sounds good”

->^is this the klance moment? seems a little sad tbh. why Lance is like that “wait where are you going?” relax bro he’s not gonna disappear

-> they’ve been gone FOR THREE YEARS????

-> what the FREAK.

-> imagine now how their families have missed them 🙁 I’m actually so sad abt that ☹️

->the game show ep…was really funny. Idk where yall got all this angst from. New mission: write a fluff one shot post-game show.

->^i literally cannot get over this??? Like.. they could’ve really made him say anything else. “because mullet here would punch you to the end of eternity if he didn’t get out *smirk*” or something like that but no it /had/ to be that. And the others thought it was odd too, I mean look at their expressions.

->And same goes for Keith??? If you don’t wanna spend an eternity with Lance just pick yourself?? There had to be another reason. If they made all the other characters say insightful and heartfelt things about one another, why can’t Keith say anything?

-> I think because keith and Lance chose each other, making both of them say nice things would drive you guys a little crazy, so I think they tried to just “klance-proof” (like baby-proof) this season by making them barely interact unless it’s a battle or doing so in a s1/2 way

->Because otherwise keith acted…really out of character..? I think it might be to his growth on the quantum abyss trip, but it just felt so odd to watch him this season

->the “floating in space” episode was actually super interesting to watch. Going space crazy caused for their truest thoughts and desires to come out from the dark. (going to earth, what they think about each others’ actions) I thought that was really cool.

->KEITH CALLED KROLIA MOM!!! IT HAPPENED!! OMG. SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP FALLING TO MY KNEES AT WALMART!!!!!!!!🫡💪🔥🔊🗣️

->Krolia and kolivan definitely explored each other’s bodies idgaf. Kolivan is the dad that stepped up fr.

->Colleen Holt is an icon. She’s a girlboss. She’s a legend. I love her so much. Sam better watch out 🤛👊🤜

->^from “who is this divaaaa 😍😍” to “OMG GIRL LANCE??? 😮😁” to “OMG LANCE’S SISTERRRRR😆🤩”

->^is this not the “the pilot crashed!” girl from 1x01??

->tbh i literally could give less of a fuck about these people. The girls seem cool I guess. But I don’t really care about any of them.

->also no way they deadass named a dude kinkade. That was wild even for them (I’m so sorry if it’s a cultural thing)

->^I love it when they do little homage bits like referencing back s1 or 2 like this

->^screaming crying throwing up.

->^^that hug between pidge and her mom..i felt that. that shit was personal. Ya’ll see the way she held on to her? Diabolical work. (I’m tearing up as I type this)((that’s exactly how I’ve held my mom b4))

->^^^“uncle lance!” STOP. DON’T DO THIS TO ME. I CAN’T DO THISSSSSS *screams*

->HUUUNNNKKKK. MY BOYYYYY. UGHHHHHH. I’m gonna die

-> I will say this tho, I’m glad he’s getting a lot of focus and attention his way these last few seasons (6&7). Like yes!! Give the realest mf in the whole show the attention and appreciation he deserves!!!

->I was so happy when he got his parents back like I genuinely did a little celebratory dance (jumping up and down and going “yes!yes!yesyesyesyes! yeeeessssssss!” while doing exaggerated hand gestures)

->Adam fucking died.

->not even one scene showing his and shiro’s positive interactions. or them being romantic. one and a half scenes. And then he’s gone.

-> while, for the most part, I try to understand the writers faults further than just face level, (ie netflix or dreamworks just didn’t let them explicitly put anything there) idk I just. I feel like they could’ve at least played it off as them being “good friends” or something. But to kill him off is just…it feels wrong.

->and it feels like a wrong for shiro too. He finally gets to be on earth after everything that’s happened to him, and the one thing he’d been hoping to finally see,,is gone.

->I just feel like they did shiro dirty. they can never give that poor man a break.

->^I was right! Keith is definitely acting different because of his growth on the quantum abyss (or “space whale” as people seem to call it). It’s nice to know he’s matured and stuff, and can actually say what he feels and such, be a good team member/leader. I just wish it wasn’t all off-screen. (and while I’m happy for him..I do miss his more broody early-season self a bit)

->as much as I think allurance is cute, I feel like they’re kinda rushing it. Like. by the time they got to Earth it had barely been a month of being stuck in space post-s6. Maximum it’s been 3 months by the time of the final battle. she would not be blushing. She would be mourning Lotor. They could’ve had a little subplot about that,,the crushing weight of knowing she could’ve both stopped his death and the guilty feeling of “why am i mourning him..? He was a bad person” because she still loved him!! She still loved him when they were about to leave him in the quintessence field and she felt conflicted!!

->she would’ve also not caught feelings that fast. Let’s say she somehow miraculously got over Lotor in 2 months. (minimum!) she still wouldn’t have caught feelings! Maybe she would start like. the budding processes to begin to fall for lance…but she wouldn’t be blushing and being all bashful like that.

-> basically all I’m saying is I really hope they don’t rush this. It would feel unfair to both her and Lance. Allura literally was like “oh..😕 he said that..☹️?” In s6 when the mice told her about Lance’s feelings because she felt bad about breaking his heart.

->and Lance has literally been after her for a really long time,, so it’d be unfair to pair him with someone who only started liking him like a week ago.

->I also hate the “guy pines after girl, girl doesn’t reciprocate and turns him down a lot, guy almost gives up, girl starts falling for him just as the show ends after not showing any interest previously” trope. (I am aware Allura and Lance do share some more sweet and romantic scenes/moments in s4-6, but you catch my drift, right?)

-> I really hope they put it well in s8.

->^I got to that Lance scene I’ve seen everywhere and just. Wow. it was so intense. I actually got chills. Amazing work from the animation crew yet again.

-> the final battle was sooo amazing and so beautiful.

->the atlas stuff kinda threw me off tho.

->that admiral sanda girl was a bitch (i do not use that term lightly, especially for female characters) and not to sound like a maniac im glad she died ngl. She was stupid as hell if she thought her plan would work.

->also if the galra can invent something that can easily overpower Voltron, then why don’t they just take over the universe themselves?? They clearly have the resources to.

->seriously the atlas’s stuff was insane. Fym it’s a ship that makes a bigger, cooler, grizzled Voltron??(yes I will forever use that joke)

->^because like. Then what do you need Voltron for??

->like the pacing and plot twists and shit felt so off and out of nowhere this season.

->and the real kicker was the altean chick controlling that giant monster thang. literally what the freak. where the cameras at I know I’m getting pranked right now. they were just pulling shit out of their asses by then.

->again, need to say, if it weren’t for that altean chick, this could’ve also been a good ending?? like after reading the Wikipedia page I found out they had a 72 episode contract, so they need to get those last episodes out, (76 total, I did the math) but if anything I think it would be best if it was just a little anthology sort of thing. Like them defeating the rest of the galra left out, freeing planets, and focusing on their own lives and relationships (during and after). That would be probably the best course of action for s8.

->but apparently it has a “bad ending” (which I’m pretty sure is just ship stuff and people exaggerating)

->erm yeah that’s pretty much it. I think. Yay!

These are thoughts I compile over time. I finished Season 7 on 10/12/24. I apologize for my delay on posting this, I was meant to post it last week. I will now finally start what you have probably all been waiting for: Season 8.

Remember, my ask box is always open!! Feel free to ask anything on my opinions and such!!

[soulmuppet]

SoulMuppet’s latest role playing game explodes onto the scene in a shower of hedonistic gore October 10th 2024!

Paint the Town Red is a joyful thrill ride through history, taking players on a tour of the high (and low) points of undead society. As a sad gay vampire, they’ll do anything to indulge their passions, causing untold chaos in their wake. When everything around them is drenched in blood (or on fire) they’ll have to move on and find somewhere else to trash.   

Our gore-drenched crowdfunding campaign features a whole coterie of add-ons and stretch goals suited to any taste. These include things like blood-soaked dice (keep your mortal eyes peeled for pictures of these later) and more content for this, the greatest vampire party ever thrown. 

The Campaign

This crowdfunding campaign aims to build on the quickstart, unleashing a coterie of sad gay vampires onto your tabletops. We’ll be teaming up with some fantastic writers to bring six undead cities to life, each one on the brink of collapsing into a chaotic orgy of blood-soaked hedonism.  

We’re bringing this book to life with a beautiful hardcover book, with easy to reference but evocative layout by Mina McJanda and Johan Nohr. We’ve brought on a huge stable of talented artists and writers who have captured the whole spectrum of undead life across various histories and cultures.  We’re also expanding on GMs advice for running the game, character creation for other types of undead (like zombies, skeletons, liches, ghouls, werewolves and ghosts), and tools for building new cities and crafting your own adventures.

Adventures and Prop Packs

Alongside the core book, we’re creating six unique adventures, each one shining a red-tinted spotlight on a new city’s undead nightlife. Three of these are included in the core book, one in the quickstart, while the other two are delivered as a stylish prop pack, perfect for unveiling at your table. 

The centrepiece of each adventure is a map produced by vampiric cartographer Aloysius King, detailing the lurks, haunts and key locations for each faction. The map itself is printed on a folding sheet of A2, large enough for everyone to see in play. The details of each city and the undead creatures that stalk them are set out in a bifold A4 pamphlet, lavishly illustrated to match Al King’s spectacular work. A set of 18 tarot cards contains more detail on the Contacts you can meet and the Locations and Factions you can visit in each city. All these elements are contained within a tactile C4 manilla envelope. 

The six adventures are as follows:

Party of the Century: 82AD in the Eternal City. Written by Zachary Cox.

Hair of the Dog: 802 AD in Aachen. Written by Zachary Cox.

Party Crashing in Splendid Ghazni: 1016 AD in Ghazni. Written by Basheer Ghouse. 

Sleeping Dead World: 1857 AD in Edo. Written by Hipólita.

A Modern Babylon: London in 1862 AD. Written by Zachary Cox.

It Never Sleeps: New York in 1920 AD. Written by Brian Flaherty and Elliot Davis.

Luxuries and Add-ons

What would a party be without a little luxury? 

In the past we’ve teamed up with Creative Quest for fancy editions of Best Left Buried and Inevitable. As soon as we mentioned Vampires she was already sending us ideas and suggestions for beautiful old leather tomes bursting with undead. What’s more, we’re in talks with a fantastic UK dice maker to create a limited run of blood-soaked vampire dice. 

The Undying Edition is the perfect companion for any budding scion of the night. It’s a handmade luxury binding of the core book created by Creative Quest UK. The corebook has been bound in black leather, with embossing, vampire bat detailing and a central blood red gem. The book edges have also been coated in black, so it blends perfectly into the shadows for maximum Duplicity and Allure.

At SoulMuppet, we've got a proven track record of producing beautiful hardcover RPGs with tight rules, luscious art and design that prioritise both aesthetics and useability. We’ve partnered with a stunning array of writers, artists and creatives to bring this project to another level. 

Help us bring these sad vampires to (un)life now on BackerKit!

[razorblade180]

.... Sudden dangerous intrusive thoughts for Genshin.

In the game, during Character Quests, you can use 'trial characters' for testing purposes. However, they are added to your team, making it a team of 5 instead of 4.

My question is this.... if the '4 teammates limit rule' didn't exist and instead became 8 (because I can already see massive chaos when no limit with groupings), what crazy chaos ideas/teams would they make?

Heck... in your headcanon, do you see people gathering around in a single area just to come up with massively chaotically powerful team combo ideas?

For example: Nilou and Kaveh with a bunch of Dendro and Hydro characters.... and by 'bunch', I mean ALL OF THEM.

Perhaps I’m boring, but my mind goes to friend groups during unexpected situations or something involving them. Like Chongyun, Xingqui, and Hu Tao all go to a supposedly haunted place and actually find a dangerous evil spirit, so by the end of the situation, Shenhe, Xiao, and Ganyu has arrived and the entire thing turns into a 6v1

Or the Chasm Crew from Xiao’s quest end up taking on some sort of challenge similar to Golden Apple Archipelago. Speaking of which, I can see Fischl grabbing all her friends from that event plus somehow bumping into/roping in Scaramouche for some crazy Adventure expedition with Bennett. That sort of thing.

In a similar vein, I have thought it would be cool to get a cinematic where a Harbinger like Capitano full on assaults Mondstats after restraining Venti somewhere and we get Jean, Eula, and Diluc to try and push him back. Meanwhile, we get cool stuff like Amber, Kaeya, and Lisa protecting the east side of the city by fighting the monsters that got inside; Razor is on the left side with Klee, Bennett, and Fischl. All while Albedo is defending the middle and supporting people with Mona, Rosaria, and Sucrose. Then back near the church where people have to evacuate to you have Noelle holding the last line of defense with Mika and Diona looking out so Barbara can focus on healing the wounded inside. The entire thing comes to a head when the traveler was off freeing Venti and he shows up with Davlin reasonably livid. All hands on deck scenarios are cool.

As for my headcanons, I always picture the characters hanging out in big groups but they stil do the 4 man teams when doing domains or events; the others are just watching, waiting or plotting.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 15/07/2023

*** EVERYTHING IS FINE ***

Season 7 Featured on: SGFR Presents: Shovelware from Beyond the Deep!

Ripped by MtH, Moder112

Seven years removed from it, there's an undeniable magic to the first Season of SiIvaGunner. Setting nostalgia aside, I think the best way to describe Season 1 in particular would be...chaotic? It was a time before the channel had much of any quality standard, where any little idea could be tried just for the hell of it, and where a lot of rippers pursued individual passion projects disconnected from the main direction of the channel. I've covered one of those on this blog already - Collision Chaos Good Future JP [CD Beta Mix] - but today, we're taking a look at the legacy of a certain Barbie game's music on the channel.

Late in Season 1, during the channel's normal procedures, a peculiar figure named Mr Rental began showing up in rips of his own made-up game. Dissecting that entire storyline isn't really relevant for where we're going today: All that needs to be established is that the Mr. Rental rips were effectively ms-paint cartoon episodes about the titular character's absurd and often violent tendencies. In one episode in particular, Mr. Rental declared a mission statement to "ban all mashups", and thus began to show up suddenly in otherwise innocuous rips. What this translated to in-universe was Mr Rental being a full-on serial killer.

Which transitions us to the Season 1 rip, Intro Title / Minigame Theme - Barbie Horse Adventures: Blue Ribbon Race, a rip with barely any music, and no album release. In truth, its not really trying to be a rip, once again playing to the chaotic nature of the Season I described before. The Barbie game in question is infamous for its title screen music being strangely eerie for the type of game its in, which this rip runs with - it plays the music to unsettlingly uneven camera footage of a CRT with the game's boxart, which slowly distorts Barbie's face before smash-cutting to a US Emergency Alert screen. In the midst of the channel's normal upload schedule, viewers got to see full-on analogue horror, as the majority of the video uses the Emergency Alert to inform viewers of a serial killer running loose in the SiIvaGunner universe - Mr Rental. As the rip ends, the words "EVERYTHING IS FINE" ominously flash before some ARG clues flash.

The storyline would eventually end, and this rip in particular never quite amounted to much in the end beyond scaring the shit out of unsuspecting fans. Yet those fans - like myself - were never able to forget it. It would appear that the team didn't forget, either: In both Season 3 and Season 4 Episode 1, the original rip would be referenced with remixes of the actual song, and now finally in Season 7 we have todays rip. As part of SiIvaGunner Fusion Records, *** EVERYTHING IS FINE *** is an extremely high-level, genuine quality arrangement of the original song, finally leaning headfirst into the full on horror sound of it with utmost sincerity. Several more layers are added to the track as it goes on to give it a sense of escalation, and at parts it feels as if its transitioning into a fully new piece with the lead melody. The original track's short nature was used as a baseline to craft something even darker, even moodier...and best of all, its able to play on that Season 1 nostalgia to heighten those emotions althemore.

For as much content is put out on SiIvaGunner over the years, it never feels like any piece of it is forgotten. A rip like Intro Title / Minigame Theme - Barbie Horse Adventures: Blue Ribbon Race, despite its original storyarc having ended and sitting below 50K views, keeps getting these loving nudges, reminding us of just how long its been.

[glapplebloom]

When you realize you have only 7 issues to wrap everything up...

Not explaining when this takes place, we got Team Fluttershy heading to the Cat Kingdom of Abyssinia. And surprisingly, Discord isn't being chaotic at all. He promised not to use Chaos Magic until Fluttershy gives the okay. But it seems Capper is the Zecora of this group: he has baggage and has to explain it to others.

It’s basically the same story as the Movie Prequel Comics, but with an added inclusion of four more pals that were never mentioned prior to this. Foreshadowing anyone? And it seems to be an easy mission. But there is one problem: after the Storm King the Kingdom REALLY doesn’t like Magic or Strangers. They even begin to arrest the group for simply loitering. 

Which you know off the bat these Cats are just making an excuse. Loitering is to stand or wait around idly or without apparent purpose. They were talking to the Police Cats to explain why they are here and to prove they are not a threat. And since they’re already being arrested, it is Trixie to make it a bigger mess since Discord promised not to use Magic.

And now he just can’t because they got Anti-Magic collars. Which isn’t that also magic? They meet the current King (who is not the previous King that was attacked during the Storm King’s time. Which is weird because they were around when the Convocation of the Creatures happened. Speaking of which, it's also implied he’s the son and considering the Convocation of the Creatures showed the King and Queen how Magic is helpful...) Let me start over...

They meet the current King who apparently has everyone being fearful and oppressed. We don’t see it because the only cats we’ve seen so far are cops and this guy. But Capper tries his best to sell the Magic of Friendship to the King. It didn’t work and they’re locked up. Luckily for Capper, his old crew found out about his return and busted him and his friends out of jail.

The issue ends with Capper reuniting with his old friend from the Prequel comic. The next issue has Trixie ensuring Discord doesn’t just end this quickly by making sure Admiral Fluffington is unable to pick the Anti-Magic Collar off of him. We also learn the current king is locking up anyone homeless. So Shadow and Fluttershy head off to find what the group came here for while the rest wait.

As they wait, Chummer explains what happened to him after he betrayed Capper. He jumped out of the ship before it crashed and was saved by two dogs who helped him get better. By the time he returned to his hometown, this new guy took over and he and the new guys created the Resistance to free the Kingdom from the Tyrannical rule.

Shadow and Fluttershy found the room, likely holding the Tree of Harmony (That’s Good). But the King has a lot of guards protecting it (That’s Bad). But Fluttershy has a plan to reduce the numbers and it worked (That’s Good). But the King apparently planned all this so he can destroy the tree (That’s Bad). But everyone is fighting back (That’s Good). A guard smacked Discord at the neck... Don’t worry, that’s still good. Because it freed Discord to take care of the numbers.

As expected, Capper and his five friends are the element bearers and they give magic to the cats, who apparently are the descendants of the Egyptian Cats from the time Discord, Fluttershy and the Crusaders went back in time. And it ends with another light activating. Which has three active lights. That means the Annual takes place before this.

So let’s start with the good. I am more invested in Capper’s Friends than Zecora’s/ For starters, Chummer was an established character prior to this (granted, if you read the comics), so we already have a story built within it. Shadow, Admiral Fluffington, Max and Molly only had about an issue worth of interaction but I was more invested with them since they were doing more than just foreshadowing their elements.

Speaking of them, despite being all the same animal they feel a lot more distinct from each other compared to Zecora’s friends. Like I honestly believe people can correctly line up the name of the four characters introduced here than the five introduced in Zecora’s story. And that’s with names like Max and Molly among the four. 

Now the bad. The story was definitely rushed. If they had one more issue to explore things I think it could have been better but with 6 issues and an annual to go through, they don’t have a lot of time. Even ignoring the Continuity Issue within IDW, they don’t really sell the city being feared. It was just empty streets and kittens hidden in the sewer with the Freedom Fighters. All that was needed was to show a cat seeing them and closing the window or door to show it.

While I’m more invested in Capper’s friends, I am wanting more since they only have a few pages to work with. And as much as I can see Trixie do everything here, it really makes her look bad for making things worse and worse. So once again, not making this canon. But what if I were to rewrite this story? See that Thursday.

[sadboi-in-a-sweater]

Sadboi's Incredibly Strange Multifandom Adventure - Chapter 7: The Plot Thickens, Like Blood in the Gravel Pits

The next world the group visited was the one of "Team Fortress 2". An absurd, yet still grounded, world that mainly focused on the seemingly never-ending war between Redmond Mann -- leader of RED team -- and Blutarch Mann -- leader of BLU team -- over the gravel pits; the pawns of their game being a group of nine mercenaries -- Scout, Heavy, Engineer, Pyro, Medic, Spy, Sniper, Soldier, and Demoman -- on each side. There were other characters on the sidelines, like Gray Mann, Miss Pauling, Saxton Hale, and the wizard Merasmus. Sadboi knew that traversing this world would be a difficult one, a contrast to their previously comfortable outing.

As the group entered 2Fort, Sadboi guided them behind some cover -- just to be safe from any stray gunfire or explosions. Luckily, they found themselves on the other side of the fence of the ongoing warzone.

"Woah, it's just like in the game," Sponge Bob whispered, his eyes wide as he took in the towering structures and the distant sounds of chaotic battle. "But where are the players?"

The French Narrator chuckled. "In this world, my dear Sponge, you are the player. The war between RED and BLU is not a game, but a way of life for these mercenaries."

Sadboi nodded, her vibesense already picking up the intense emotions of the fighters. "We need to be careful. This place is… intense."

They made their way through the maze of corridors and fortifications, avoiding the line of fire. The French Narrator, ever the charming diplomat, suggested they seek an audience with one of the team leaders to understand the situation better.

The group found their way to the RED team's side of the field. Sadboi, being quite the ingenious one -- and not wanting to get shot -- used her color-shifting to hide all her blue colors with red ones instead. Of the two teams, surprisingly Sadboi found herself drawn to RED, perhaps because they tend to be the more iconic ones in the media revolving around the game.

They approached the RED base, where they encountered the Engineer, who was busy building a new sentry gun. The French Narrator stepped forward, his suave accent carrying over the din of the battle. "Excuse me, kind sir," he called out, "Could you direct us to Redmond Mann?"

The Engineer looked up from his welding, his goggles reflecting their forms. "The boss? He's in the main building, but I wouldn't recommend bothering him. He's got his hands full with strategy and all that."

"We're not just anyone," Sadboi said, her voice firm. "We're here to help. We've got skills that could turn the tide of this war."

The Engineer raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Well, in that case, you'd better come with me. He's always looking for an edge."

They followed the Engineer through the base, dodging bullets and rockets that flew overhead. The chaos was overwhelming, but the camaraderie between the mercenaries was palpable, despite the constant danger. When they reached the main building, the Engineer opened the door with a flourish, revealing Redmond Mann, his monocle glinting in the harsh light.

"Boss, I found some folks who say they can help us," the Engineer announced.

Mann looked them over, his expression unreadable. "Very well. What can you do?"

Sadboi stepped forward, her vibesense tingling with the intensity of his determination. "I can feel emotions, and I can tell you where the enemy is and what they're planning."

The French Narrator added, "And we have a knack for problem-solving and a bit of charm to boot."

Mann leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin. "Interesting. You know, we could use some fresh perspectives around here. Welcome to Team RED."

The mercenaries were skeptical at first, but Sadboi's vibesense proved invaluable. She could sense the Spy's treachery before anyone else, his usual tricks not working. She proved to be quite the spy-checker, perhaps even better than Pyro's method of using his flamethrower.

Their first mission was to infiltrate the BLU base and retrieve some intel on their next big play. The French Narrator's wit and suave demeanor helped them sneak past the BLU Spy, while Sponge Bob and Patrick created distractions that only their quirky antics could manage.

The BLU base was a mirror image of their own, filled with the same chaotic energy, yet with a cooler color palette. Sadboi felt a pang of empathy for the mercenaries on the other side, knowing they were just as caught up in the endless battle. But she pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand.

They found themselves in a room with documents scattered everywhere, a clear sign of hasty preparation. The French Narrator quickly located the intel they needed, but it was the picture of Gray Mann on the wall that caught Sadboi's eye. His vibes were… off, a mix of anger and desperation that seemed to pulse in time with her own tumultuous feelings.

As they were about to leave, the alarm blared, their cover blown. The group sprinted back to the RED base, the sound of BLU's footsteps echoing behind them. The French Narrator threw a smoke bomb, creating a brief respite, but they knew it wouldn't be enough.

Sadboi's eyes went neon pink as she activated her Meta Knight mode. The ground rumbled with her determination as she took the lead, her vibesense guiding them through the maze of corridors. The BLU team was gaining on them, but she wasn't going to let them catch up.

They burst through the doors of the RED base, the Medic rushing to patch them up. "Good work, but we can't let them know what we know," he said, slapping a bandage on Sponge Bob's bruised forehead. "The Spy's probably already looking for a way to get his hands on that intel."

Sadboi nodded, her mind racing with the possibilities. "We need to act fast."

The French Narrator leaned in, his voice a calm in the storm. "Let us formulate a plan. We must be strategic in our approach. After all, we are the heroes of this narrative, yes?"

The group huddled together, the heat of their bodies creating a warm bubble of friendship amidst the cold steel of the battleground. They pored over the intel, their heads bobbing in unison as they brainstormed a way to outsmart their foes.

Their plan was simple yet effective. They would set a trap, using their newfound knowledge to predict BLU's next move. The Gems offered their elemental powers, the French Narrator his tactical mind, and Sponge Bob and Patrick their… unique talents.

As the BLU team approached the RED base, the group sprang into action. The Spy, so confident in his stealth, walked right into the trap. Sadboi's vibesense led her to the exact spot where he would appear, and she tackled him with a ferocity that surprised everyone, including herself.

The battle was intense, a flurry of fists, guns, and explosions. The French Narrator's soothing voice was a beacon of calm, keeping them all focused on the task at hand. The Gems' elemental powers proved to be quite the game-changer, turning the tide in their favor.

In the end, they managed to push the BLU team back, securing the RED base and their newfound friendship. The mercenaries cheered, and for a moment, the endless war felt like it could actually end.

Sadboi looked around at her companions, her heart swelling with pride. Despite her fears and doubts, she had found a place where she belonged, a place where she could make a difference. The French Narrator patted her on the back. "You did well, my dear. You truly are a hero of the multiverse."

The feeling of acceptance and belonging washed over her like a warm wave. Maybe she could call this place home, at least for a little while. But she knew the journey was far from over. There were still more worlds to save, more friends to make.

And as the sun set on the gravel pits, casting long shadows over the battlefield, the group sat in the RED base, sharing a victory feast. The Engineer had cooked up a storm, and even the stoic Soldier couldn’t resist cracking a smile at the sight of Sponge Bob and Patrick devouring the food.

As they ate, the vibes grew quiet, and the French Narrator leaned in, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Sadboi, my dear, what brings you to this place? What is your ultimate quest?"

Sadboi took a deep breath, her cubehead tinting a soft shade of blue. "I don't know," she admitted. "I've been running for so long, I've forgotten what it's like to have a destination. But now, with all of you… I feel like I can face whatever comes next."

The group exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. They knew the weight of her words, the burden she carried. Yet here she was, a beacon of hope in a world of endless conflict.

Pearl spoke up, her voice gentle. "Well, then let us be your map, your compass, your guiding stars. Together, we'll find your place in the multiverse."

The promise in the air was palpable. The French Narrator raised his cup of tea in a toast. "To new friends, new adventures, and a world saved," he said with a smile.

As the mercenaries of Team RED sang and laughed around them, Sadboi felt a warmth spread through her. For the first time in her life, she felt like she truly had a family. And as they finished their meal, the French Narrator turned to her.

"My dear Sadboi, the multiverse is vast, but fear not. We shall traverse it together, and in doing so, perhaps we will find not only what you seek, but also what we never knew we needed."

With a nod, Sadboi agreed. Her past was still a heavy burden, but the future looked a little brighter, with friends like these at her side. And as they all turned in for the night, the quiet hum of the base a lullaby, she whispered a promise to herself. "I'll find my way home. And maybe, just maybe, I'll save some more worlds along the way."

The next day dawned with the promise of more battles to come. But as they stepped out into the early morning light, Sadboi felt something shift within her. The fear that had once held her back was now a distant memory, replaced by a fierce determination to protect those she cared about.

Their next mission was to uncover the true motives behind Gray Mann's involvement in the war. They ventured into the heart of the BLU base, where the vibes grew darker, more complex. The air was thick with anger and desperation, a stark contrast to the lightness they had felt in the RED base.

Sadboi's eyes searched the faces of the BLU team, trying to understand their pain. The French Narrator whispered in her ear, "Remember, we fight not for the thrill, but for the peace we wish to bring."

The battle was fiercer this time, the stakes higher. But with her newfound strength, Sadboi was able to navigate the emotional minefield with grace. The BLU Spy, usually a silent killer, was caught off guard by her empathy, and they managed to disarm him without a fight.

In the control room, they found Gray Mann, his eyes glowing with a madness that sent chills down their spines. "You dare to interfere in my plans?" he snarled.

Sadboi stepped forward, her vibesense pulsing. "We're here to stop you," she said firmly. "To bring peace to this world."

Gray Mann laughed, a sound like shattering glass. "You think you can end this war?" He waved a hand dismissively. "This conflict is as old as time itself!"

The French Narrator stepped up beside Sadboi, his voice calm yet firm. "Perhaps it is time for a new chapter, Monsieur Mann."

The room grew tense as the two leaders faced off, their friends standing by in silent support. The air was charged with anticipation, the very fabric of the world seeming to hold its breath. Then, without warning, the floor began to tremble.

A roar echoed through the base, and the walls cracked. The BLU mercenaries and the group from Bikini Bottom looked around in horror as a monstrous creature burst through the barriers. It was the Lich King, the same one they had faced in the Frozen Ocean.

"No… not again," Sadboi whispered, her heart racing.

"Looks like we have a bigger problem," Patrick observed, his voice shaking slightly.

The Lich King's icy gaze fell upon them, and he spoke with a chilling certainty. "I shall consume all before me, until all worlds are one in the cold embrace of death!"

Gray Mann sneered. "Ah, the perfect distraction. Take them out, and I shall rule unchallenged!"

The French Narrator rolled his eyes. "C'est ridicule. We do not fight for you!"

With a snarl, the Lich King turned his attention to Gray Mann. "I have no need for your petty squabbles. You shall fall as all others have!"

The battle was fiercer than any they had faced before. The Lich King's power was immense, his control over ice and the undead a formidable force. Sadboi's vibesense was in overdrive, the emotions of fear and anger from both sides of the conflict threatening to overwhelm her.

But amidst the chaos, something unexpected happened. The RED and BLU mercenaries, realizing the true threat, set aside their differences and joined forces. The Spy nodded to Sadboi, a rare moment of camaraderie passing between them.

Together, they fought, each playing to their strengths. The Gems' powers combined with Sadboi's vibesense and the sheer tenacity of the mercenaries. The Spy and Sniper took out the Lich King's minions with deadly precision, while Sponge Bob and Patrick kept the creature off balance with their bizarre tactics.

The French Narrator directed the battle from the sidelines, his strategic mind working overtime. "Now, Sadboi! Use your power!"

With a deep breath, Sadboi focused her vibesense, reaching out to the very core of the Lich King's being. She found the flicker of fear that lay buried beneath his rage and doubt. It was faint, but it was there.

Drawing on that fear, she shouted, "You are not the end! You will not win!"

The Lich King stumbled, his icy grip on the world faltering. With a final burst of power, Sadboi shattered the ice that surrounded him, revealing the tortured soul beneath.

The creature screamed, the sound a mix of anger and despair. But as the last of the ice fell away, he grew smaller, weaker. The room grew still, and the Lich King knelt before them, his power fading.

"What have you done?" he whispered, his eyes now human, filled with terror.

Sadboi looked at him, pity in her gaze. "We've given you a chance to find peace."

The French Narrator stepped forward, placing a hand on the Lich King's shoulder. "The choice is yours. Will you continue this destructive path, or will you help us rebuild?"

The Lich King's eyes searched their faces, seeing the hope and determination that burned within them. With a trembling nod, he stood, his form shifting back to that of a man.

"I will help," he said, his voice hoarse. "But we must move quickly. The infection still spreads."

The group looked at each other, understanding the gravity of the situation. They had faced countless battles, but this was the first time they had a chance to bring true peace to a world.

Sadboi turned to her new friends, her heart swelling with hope. "We can do this," she said, her voice steady. "We've faced worse before."

The French Narrator nodded, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Indeed. And with our combined forces, we shall be unstoppable."

The merging of the two teams was a sight to behold. The RED and BLU mercenaries worked side by side, their rivalry forgotten in the face of a greater enemy. The Gems, too, were in their element, their powers resonating with the very fabric of the world they sought to save.

Sadboi felt a strange kinship with the Lich King, whose name was revealed to be Simon. His tragic tale of power and loss mirrored her own in some ways. They had both been outcasts, searching for a place to belong, for a way to make things right.

"We must find the source of the infection," Pearl said, her gaze intense. "It's the only way to stop this for good."

"Agreed," said Simon, his voice a whisper of his former power. "But it won't be easy. It's been festering for a long time."

The group set off into the frozen wasteland, each step a testament to their newfound unity. The French Narrator kept a close eye on the map, guiding them through the treacherous terrain. The journey was fraught with danger, but the camaraderie between them grew stronger with every obstacle they overcame.

As they approached the heart of the infection, the air grew thick with despair. The very ground beneath their feet seemed to weep with the pain of a world on the brink. But Sadboi and her friends pushed forward, their resolve unshaken.

The source of the infection was a monstrous tree, its branches twisted with the very essence of darkness. It loomed over them, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of their worlds. The tree's vibes were a cacophony of fear and anger, a siren's call to destruction.

Sadboi took a deep breath and focused her vibesense. "We need to get inside," she said. "That's where the core is."

The Engineer nodded. "Leave that to me," he said, unpacking his toolbox. In no time, he had constructed a makeshift bridge over the chasm surrounding the tree's base.

One by one, they crossed, their hearts racing with anticipation and dread. The inside of the tree was a twisted labyrinth of thorns and despair, each turn more disorienting than the last.

The French Narrator's voice grew more urgent as they approached the core. "The vibes here… they're unnatural!"

The room ahead of them was bathed in an eerie glow, the air heavy with malevolence. They could feel the infection's power, a pulsing heart of darkness that threatened to consume them all.

Sadboi stepped forward, her eyes glowing a fierce neon pink. "We can do this," she said, her voice steady. "For every world we've ever known, and every friend we've ever made."

The group nodded, their eyes meeting in a silent pact. They would not let the infection win. They would fight for light, for hope, for the very essence of what made them heroes.

Together, they charged into the chamber, their combined strength a beacon in the dark. The battle was intense, a dance of light and shadow, good and evil. But as they struck at the core, something miraculous happened. The vibes of anger and fear began to dissipate, replaced by a warm glow of unity and determination.

The tree screamed in agony, its branches shaking as the infection was purged from its core. The world outside seemed to sigh in relief, the snowflakes slowing in their descent as if the very air itself was celebrating.

And as the last vestiges of the infection faded away, they found themselves in a clearing, the tree now a mere stump. The French Narrator looked around in amazement. "It's done," he murmured. "The world of Team Fortress 2 is saved."

Sadboi looked at Simon, who stood tall and proud beside her. "Thank you," she said. "For choosing to fight with us."

Simon nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thank you," he said. "For giving me a purpose once more."

The group stood there, basking in their victory, the first real victory Sadboi had felt in a long time. It was a moment of pure joy, a reminder that she wasn't alone in her quest.

The French Narrator clapped his hands together. "Now, mes amis, it is time to move on. There are more worlds to save, more hearts to mend. Shall we?"

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Experience the Wild Adventure of Sir Whoopass Co-op

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In Sir Whoopass, you play as a lovable but clumsy knight who's managed to release chaos into the world through a string of bad decisions (relatable, right?). Now, it’s up to you to take on ‘The Immortal’ and try to clean up the mess you’ve made. Packed with dad jokes, fourth wall breaking humor, and outrageous weapons. This game by indie studio Atomic Elbow will have you and your friends laughing while fighting your way to victory. And now with Sir Whoopass co-op, you can experience all that ridiculousness together—because mayhem is always better with friends! Plus, if you don’t own the game yet, there’s also a 50% off sale starting today—perfect time to jump in via Steam and Humble Store. Available on Steam Deck and Linux via Windows PC.

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Charlie Kelly Pregnant

This is a continuation of a fan fic that I have read I posted it on my account. P.S. this was made with AI because I’m to lazy and not a good enough writer and that means the story is a little jumpy and all over the place. Also Mac is not the father of the babies.

Here's a story about Charlie Kelly from "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" working the bar alone at 15 weeks pregnant:

Charlie Kelly, now 15 weeks pregnant, waddled around Paddy's Pub, trying to keep up with the demanding pace of a busy night. With Dee out sick, Mac on a juice cleanse, Dennis at a conference, and Frank… well, who knows where Frank was, Charlie was left to manage the bar alone.

As he poured drinks and collected tips, Charlie's baby bump was hard to ignore. Patrons couldn't help but stare, and some even asked for selfies. Charlie, being Charlie, took it in stride, making jokes and even offering "bump shots" to customers.

Despite the chaos, Charlie kept up his signature schemes, trying to upsell drinks and scam tips. However, his pregnant state added a new level of unpredictability. At one point, he had to take a sudden break to devour an entire plate of nachos, claiming "the baby needed it."

As the night wore on, Charlie's energy began to wane, but he refused to give up. With a fierce determination, he kept serving drinks, all while belly laughing and making the patrons laugh along with him.

Just when it seemed like things couldn't get crazier, Charlie's water broke… but it was just a spilled drink. The crowd gasped, then erupted in laughter as Charlie quipped, "Not yet, little guy! Mom's still got a few more hours of work!"

Somehow, Charlie made it through the night, earning a standing ovation from the crowd and a hefty sum in tips. As he closed up Paddy's, he smiled, knowing the baby was already learning the Kelly way: how to hustle and make a buck in the chaos of life.

Exhausted and still reeling from the chaotic night, Charlie stumbled into the back room, searching for something to calm his frazzled nerves. His eyes landed on a mysterious bottle with a warning label, but in his sleep-deprived state, he misread the words "Rat Poison" as "Relaxation Tonic."

Convinced it was a harmless remedy, Charlie took a small sip, thinking it would soothe his jangled nerves. Unbeknownst to him, the poison began coursing through his veins, threatening the health of his unborn twins.

Returning to the bar, Charlie's demeanor seemed off to the regulars. He stumbled, slurred his words, and his usual antics fell flat. Suddenly, a searing pain shot through his chest, and he clutched his heart, collapsing to the ground.

Patrons gasped in horror as Charlie's body went limp. A quick-thinking young woman, who happened to be a medical student, rushed to his side and began CPR. She pumped his chest and breathed life into his mouth, shouting for someone to call 911.

As the paramedics arrived and whisked Charlie away, the woman stayed by his side, holding his hand and whispering words of encouragement. At the hospital, the medical team worked tirelessly to stabilize Charlie and save his twins.

In the ICU, Charlie's friends gathered around his bed, shocked by the close call. Frank, ever the schemer, tried to capitalize on the situation, suggesting they sell "I survived Charlie Kelly's pregnancy" t-shirts. Dee rolled her eyes, while Mac and Dennis exchanged worried glances.

The medical student, whose name was Sarah, visited Charlie often, and they formed an unlikely bond. She helped him understand the risks of his actions and encouraged him to prioritize his health and the well-being of his twins.

As Charlie slowly recovered, he realized that becoming a father – to twins, no less – required a new level of responsibility. With Sarah's support, he vowed to turn over a new leaf, or at least try to. The gang could only hope that this wake-up call would bring some semblance of maturity to their beloved, but reckless, friend.

As the paramedics worked to save Charlie's life, they quickly cut off his shirt to attach the AED pads. Justine, still holding Charlie's hand, watched in a mix of horror and fascination as the machine delivered three consecutive shocks.

With each jolt, Charlie's body convulsed, and his pregnant belly reacted in a way that Justine would never forget. The twins, seemingly sensing their father's distress, began to move in tandem with the defibrillator's rhythm.

As the first shock was administered, the belly twitched and contracted, as if the babies were trying to huddle together for comfort. The skin rippled and undulated, like a wave passing through a stormy sea.

With the second shock, the movement became more pronounced. The belly began to oscillate, as if the twins were rocking back and forth, trying to escape the turmoil. Justine could see the faint outline of tiny fists and feet pushing against the skin, as if the babies were trying to break free.

The third shock brought the most intense reaction. The belly lurched violently, and the skin seemed to stretch to its limits. Justine could swear she saw the babies' tiny hearts beating in tandem with the AED's rhythm, as if they were trying to synchronize their own heartbeats with their father's.

As the paramedics finally coaxed a heartbeat out of Charlie, the belly slowly returned to its normal state, as if the twins were exhausted from their ordeal. Justine breathed a sigh of relief, still shaken by the surreal experience. She couldn't help but wonder what the future held for this unconventional family, and whether she would be a part of it.

As Justine entered Charlie's hospital room, their eyes met, and a spark of connection ignited. Charlie, still recovering, didn't utter a word, but his gaze spoke volumes. Justine felt an inexplicable sense of belonging, as if she'd found a missing piece.

Just then, a doctor entered, and with a gentle smile, announced, "Time for an ultrasound, Mr. Kelly." Charlie nodded weakly, and the doctor carefully removed his robe, leaving him in only his underwear.

Justine's eyes widened as she took in Charlie's hairy belly, rounded and swollen with the twins. The doctor applied a clear gel to the skin, and Justine watched, transfixed, as the ultrasound wand made contact.

The wand glided across Charlie's belly, leaving a trail of shimmering gel in its wake. The dark hairs on his stomach stood out in stark contrast to the pale skin, creating a mesmerizing pattern. As the doctor moved the wand, the hairs seemed to dance, swaying gently to an unheard rhythm.

The ultrasound wand's smooth surface caressed Charlie's skin, tracing the curves of his belly. Justine's eyes followed its path, fascinated by the way it navigated the contours of his body. The wand's gentle pressure caused Charlie's skin to ripple and dimple, like the surface of a pond disturbed by a stone.

As the doctor searched for the perfect angle, the wand slid across a particularly dense patch of hair, causing it to bunch and swirl around the probe. Justine couldn't help but giggle at the sight, and Charlie's eyes met hers, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

The ultrasound screen flickered to life, revealing the tiny, fuzzy outlines of the twins. Justine's heart swelled with emotion as she gazed at the little miracles, and Charlie's hand instinctively reached out, as if to touch them. The doctor smiled, nodding in reassurance, and Justine knew in that moment, she was meant to be part of this unconventional family's journey.

As the doctor returned with the monitor, Charlie's eyes locked onto Justine, and he finally found his voice, "You look nice." Justine's cheeks flushed, and she smiled, her heart skipping a beat.

The doctor, oblivious to the tender moment, began attaching the monitor to Charlie's belly. "This is a fetal heart rate monitor, Mr. Kelly. We want to keep a close eye on the twins after the… incident earlier."

With gentle hands, the doctor lifted Charlie's shirt, exposing the hairy belly once more. Justine watched, fascinated, as the doctor cleaned the skin with a cool wipe, preparing it for the monitor.

Next, the doctor applied a small amount of clear gel to the sensor, which would pick up the twins' heartbeats. The gel glistened in the light, and Justine could see the tiny hairs on Charlie's belly standing on end, as if anticipating the monitor's arrival.

With precision, the doctor pressed the sensor onto Charlie's skin, just above the belly button. The monitor's straps were then wrapped around Charlie's torso, securing it in place. The doctor adjusted the sensor, ensuring optimal contact, and the monitor sprang to life, displaying the twins' heartbeats in steady, reassuring rhythms.

As the doctor worked, Charlie's eyes never left Justine's face, his gaze burning with a newfound intensity. Justine's heart raced, sensing a connection that went far beyond a chance encounter.

With the monitor in place, the doctor stepped back, nodding in satisfaction. "Wear this for the next month, Mr. Kelly. We'll monitor the twins' heart rates remotely, and I'll check in on you regularly." Charlie nodded, still entranced by Justine's presence.

Justine's eyes drifted to the monitor, now a constant companion for Charlie and the twins. She smiled, feeling an inexplicable sense of belonging, as if she'd been woven into the fabric of their lives.

As Justine prepared to leave, Charlie's friends, Dee, Mac, Dennis, and Frank, burst into the hospital room, a chorus of teasing and questions erupting from their lips.

"Hey, Charlie, heard you're having twins… and a heart attack!" Mac chuckled.

"Yeah, and I heard you're going to be a single dad… again!" Dee snickered.

Charlie's face turned bright red as he tried to defend himself, but his friends wouldn't let up.

Justine, overwhelmed by the chaos, slipped out of the room unnoticed, leaving Charlie to face the ridicule alone. Charlie, still reeling from the events, didn't even notice her departure.

"Hey, Charlie, can we get a picture with the monitor? We want to post it on social media!" Dennis asked, chuckling.

Frank, always the schemer, chimed in, "Yeah, and we can start a betting pool on how long it takes for Charlie to screw up fatherhood… again!"

As the jokes continued, Charlie's eyes wandered to the door, realizing too late that Justine was gone. He hadn't even gotten her number, and now she was lost in the crowd, leaving him to face the challenges ahead alone. The monitor on his belly seemed to mock him, a constant reminder of his responsibilities and the uncertainty of his future.

As Charlie lay on the examination table, the doctor began to remove the monitor from his belly. "Now, let's take a look at how those twins are doing," the doctor said with a smile.

Charlie nodded, and the doctor asked him to remove his clothes. Charlie hesitated for a moment but then complied, lying back on the table, exposing his 19-week pregnant belly.

The doctor gently pressed on Charlie's belly, feeling the contours of the twins. "Ah, they're growing well," the doctor said, nodding in approval.

Next, the doctor's fingers traced the shallow indentation of Charlie's belly button, now stretched and distorted by the pregnancy. "Your belly button is doing its job, accommodating the growing babies," the doctor explained.

Then, the doctor's hands moved lower, palpating the area around Charlie's birth canal. "I just want to make sure everything is developing as it should," the doctor said, his voice calm and professional.

Charlie felt a mix of emotions: embarrassment, vulnerability, and a hint of fascination. He had never been in this situation before, and the doctor's examination was both intimate and reassuring.

The doctor's fingers gently probed the area, checking for any abnormalities or concerns. "Everything looks good, Charlie. Your birth canal is fully formed, and the babies are in a great position."

Charlie let out a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of gratitude toward the doctor and the medical team. He realized that, despite the challenges and awkward moments, he was receiving exceptional care and guidance throughout his pregnancy.

Charlie sat at his computer, typing away, trying to find any trace of Justine online. As he scrolled through social media, he felt a sudden jolt in his belly. The twins were kicking again!

This time, the kick was stronger, and Charlie couldn't help but laugh. He took off his shirt and stood in front of the mirror, watching in wonder as his belly moved.

The kick looked like a small wave rippling across his skin, as if a tiny foot was pushing against the surface. Charlie's eyes widened as he felt the sensation again - a gentle, yet firm, nudge.

The movement was mesmerizing, like a tiny dance happening beneath his skin. Charlie's belly button, now a shallow indentation, seemed to be pulled outward with each kick, as if the babies were trying to escape.

As he watched, a tiny bump appeared on the left side of his belly, just below his ribcage. The bump grew larger, then smaller, as the baby moved its tiny limb. Charlie's eyes sparkled with delight, feeling a deep connection to the little ones growing inside him.

The kicks continued, each one a reminder of the life growing within. Charlie felt grateful, amazed, and a little awestruck by the miracle unfolding before his eyes. Justine's face flashed in his mind, and he wondered if she would ever get to experience this wonder with him.

Charlie lay on the examination table, his 25-week pregnant belly exposed. The doctor applied a clear gel to his hairy skin, now stretched taut over the twins. His belly button, once a small indentation, had vanished, replaced by a smooth, rounded expanse of skin.

The ultrasound wand glided across Charlie's belly, sending waves of sound through the gel. The doctor searched for the perfect angle, and Charlie felt a strange, tingling sensation, like gentle fingers probing his insides.

On the screen, the twins came into focus, their tiny hearts beating in tandem. Charlie's eyes widened as the doctor announced, "Okay, let's find out the sex!"

The wand moved again, and Charlie felt a slight pressure, like a gentle push. Suddenly, the doctor exclaimed, "Ah-ha! We've got a boy… and a girl!"

Charlie's face lit up with joy, tears welling in his eyes. "I've got a boy and a girl!" he whispered, his voice trembling. He thought of Justine, wondering if she'd be as thrilled as he was.

The doctor smiled, handing Charlie a photo of the ultrasound. "Congratulations, Charlie. You're having a beautiful boy and girl."

As Charlie gazed at the image, his heart swelled with love and anticipation. He couldn't wait to meet his twins, to hold them in his arms and watch them grow. The thought of Justine's smile, of her eyes shining with joy, filled him with longing. He hoped she'd be there to share in the wonder of it all.

Charlie walked into his apartment, still beaming with excitement from the ultrasound appointment. Mac, lounging on the couch, looked up and asked, "Hey, man, what's the verdict? Are you having boys or girls?"

Charlie grinned, eager to share the news. "I'm having a boy and a girl!"

Mac's eyes widened, and he jumped up from the couch. "Whoa, that's amazing! Can I touch the belly?"

Charlie hesitated for a moment but then lifted his shirt, revealing his hairy, pregnant belly. Mac's eyes roamed over the rounded expanse, fascinated.

Mac reached out a hand, and Charlie felt a strange sensation as his friend's fingers made contact with his skin. Mac's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he explored the contours of Charlie's belly.

Then, Mac leaned in, placing his ear on Charlie's belly. "I want to hear them," he whispered.

Charlie felt a shiver run down his spine as Mac listened to the twins' heartbeats. Suddenly, Mac's lips brushed against Charlie's skin, sending a jolt of surprise through him.

Mac started kissing Charlie's belly, his lips moving downward in a trail of gentle caresses. Charlie's initial shock gave way to discomfort, and he squirmed, trying to pull away.

"Mac, stop," Charlie said, his voice firm but uneasy.

Mac looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Sorry, man, I just got caught up in the moment."

Charlie lowered his shirt, feeling a mix of emotions: embarrassment, vulnerability, and a hint of fear. He realized that his pregnancy had changed the dynamics of his relationships, and he needed to set boundaries.

Charlie waddled into the examination room, his 34-week pregnant belly leading the way. The doctor's eyes widened in surprise as Charlie removed his clothes, revealing the enormous, hairy expanse of his stomach.

"Whoa, Charlie, you've really popped!" the doctor exclaimed.

Charlie chuckled, accustomed to the reactions. "I know, right? I feel like I'm going to burst."

With some effort, Charlie lay down on the examination table, his belly jutting upward like a small mountain. The doctor began the ultrasound, and his expression turned serious.

"Charlie, it looks like the babies need to be repositioned. They're not in the optimal position for birth."

Charlie's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

The doctor explained, "The babies are currently breech, which means they're feet-down instead of head-down. We need to try and turn them."

The doctor's hands gently pressed on Charlie's belly, trying to coax the babies into position. Charlie felt a strange sensation, like a slow-motion wrestling match, as the doctor carefully manipulated the twins.

After a few moments, the doctor announced, "Okay, that's got them. Now, let me check everything else."

The doctor's hands moved lower, checking Charlie's man parts. Charlie felt a flush rise to his cheeks, but he knew it was necessary.

"Everything looks good, Charlie. You're ready for birth. Just remember, when the time comes, don't hesitate to get to the hospital."

Charlie nodded, relieved. "Got it. Thanks, Doc."

As he left the office, Charlie felt a mix of emotions: excitement, nervousness, and a hint of fear. He knew his life was about to change forever.

Charlie stepped into the warm shower, feeling the water cascade down his pregnant body. He closed his eyes, letting the stress of the day melt away. As he washed his hair, the soap suds slid down his face, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him.

His hands moved down to his belly, gently massaging the soap into his skin. The babies kicked and squirmed, as if enjoying the sensation. Charlie smiled, feeling a deep connection to the little ones growing inside him.

He lathered up his body wash and began to clean his torso, his hands moving in circular motions over his stretched skin. The soap bubbles tickled his belly button, now a faint memory of its former self.

As he washed his chest, Charlie's hands brushed against his nipples, which were now more sensitive due to the pregnancy hormones. He felt a shiver run down his spine, but continued to clean himself, making sure to rinse off all the soap.

The warm water soothed his muscles, and Charlie felt his body relax, letting go of any tension. He stood under the showerhead, letting the water pour down on him, and felt a sense of peace wash over him.

After rinsing off, Charlie turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and renewed. He wrapped himself in a towel, feeling the softness against his sensitive skin. As he dried himself, he couldn't help but think about Mac's confession earlier, and wondered what the future held for him and his unborn babies.

Flashback:

Mac's hands were still on Charlie's belly, feeling the gentle movements of the twins. "Charlie, can I tell you something?" he asked, his voice low and hesitant.

Charlie, still trying to process the unexpected intimacy, nodded. "Yeah, what is it?"

Mac took a deep breath. "I've always been fascinated by pregnant people. I know it sounds weird, but I've always wanted to…be with someone who's pregnant."

Charlie's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Mac's face flushed. "I mean, I've always wanted to have sex with someone who's pregnant. There's something about the beauty and vulnerability of it that really turns me on."

Charlie felt a mix of emotions: shock, confusion, and a hint of fear. He didn't know how to respond, but Mac's hands were still on his belly, gentle and soothing.

"Mac, I…I don't know what to say," Charlie stammered.

Mac's eyes locked onto Charlie's. "I know it's a lot to take in. But I wanted to be honest with you, Charlie. I care about you, and I want to be with you, in every way."

Charlie's mind raced, trying to process Mac's confession. He didn't know if he was ready for this, but a part of him was curious.

End of Flashback

At 41 weeks pregnant, Charlie's belly had dropped significantly, a sign that the twins were preparing to arrive. His stomach, once a rounded, tight drum, now hung lower, the skin loose and stretched.

The babies had moved down into his pelvis, causing Charlie's belly button to reappear, now a small, shallow indentation. The skin on his stomach was soft and saggy, with a network of fine lines and stretch marks etched into the surface.

Charlie's posture had changed, too, as his center of gravity shifted with the movement of the twins. He leaned back slightly, his shoulders rolled forward, and his hips tilted outwards, giving him a distinctive "pregnant waddle".

Despite the physical changes, Charlie's face glowed with an inner radiance, a mix of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation. His hair was longer now, and his eyes shone with a deep, tired joy.

As he moved, his belly jiggled and swayed, like a pendulum swinging to an unheard rhythm. Charlie's hands instinctively cradled his stomach, protecting the precious cargo within.

His feet and ankles were swollen, a testament to the increased fluid and pressure in his body. But Charlie didn't let that slow him down, moving with a slow, deliberate grace, as if savoring every moment before the twins arrived.

Mac's eyes locked onto Charlie's, his voice barely above a whisper. "I heard you're ready for the babies to come. I can help with that."

Charlie's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

Mac hesitated before speaking. "Sex can trigger labor. If you're ready, I'm willing to try."

Charlie's mind raced, but his body was already responding. "Okay," he said finally.

They moved to a private room, the tension between them palpable. Mac undressed, revealing a chiseled physique that made Charlie's heart race. His "package" was impressive, and Charlie felt a surge of desire.

As they made love, Charlie felt his body respond in ways he never thought possible. The pleasure was intense, and he knew he was getting close.

Suddenly, a gush of water burst forth from Charlie's birth canal, soaking the bed and Mac's naked body. Mac's eyes widened in shock, and he let out a faint whisper before collapsing onto Charlie's chest, unconscious.

Charlie lay there, stunned, as the reality of the situation sunk in. His water had broken, and the babies were coming. He gently rolled Mac off him and called for help, his heart racing with excitement and fear.

Here's a continuation of the story:

Eleven hours passed, and Mac finally stirred, still naked and disoriented. He looked around, taking in the scene, and his eyes widened as he remembered what had happened.

"Charlie, oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Mac exclaimed, trying to sit up.

But it was too late. Charlie's body was already in motion, his muscles contracting as the babies prepared to arrive.

"Mac, I think it's happening," Charlie said, his voice strained.

Mac's eyes went wide as he realized the truth. "Oh no, oh no, oh no!"

He tried to help Charlie up, to move him to the car, but Charlie shook his head.

"It's too late, Mac. The babies are coming."

As Mac watched in awe, Charlie's body began to shift, his muscles tensing as the first baby started to move down his birth canal.

Charlie's eyes locked onto Mac's, his face set in determination. "I can feel it, Mac. The first one is coming."

And with that, Charlie's body took over, his muscles pushing the baby down the canal as Mac looked on, helpless but amazed.

As the contractions intensified, Charlie's body began to push the first baby out. Mac watched in awe as Charlie's muscles tensed, his skin glistening with sweat.

The baby's head began to crown, and Charlie's body started to stretch, accommodating the emerging life. The air was filled with Charlie's deep, controlled breathing, and Mac's encouraging whispers.

With one final push, the baby's head slipped out, followed by its tiny shoulders and body. Charlie's muscles relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief as the baby took its first breath.

Mac's eyes welled up with tears as he gazed at the tiny, perfect being. He reached out a trembling hand to touch the baby's head, and Charlie smiled weakly, his eyes shining with exhaustion and joy.

The baby's tiny chest rose and fell with each breath, and its small hands flexed, as if grasping for something. Charlie's body continued to contract, pushing out the placenta, as Mac carefully cut the umbilical cord.

As they waited for the second baby to arrive, Mac cradled the first one in his arms, marveling at the tiny features, the delicate skin, and the soft, downy hair. Charlie smiled, his eyes drifting closed, as he whispered, "We did it, Mac. We're parents."

Mac's eyes shone with tears as he gazed at Charlie, his voice trembling with emotion. "Charlie, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. I love you, Charlie. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, to raise our babies together, to build a family."

He took Charlie's hand, his fingers intertwining with Charlie's. "Will you marry me, Charlie? Will you be my husband, my partner, my everything?"

Charlie's heart swelled with joy, his eyes brimming with tears. He tried to speak, to say yes, but his voice caught in his throat.

Just as he was about to respond, a sudden contraction gripped his body, and he felt the second baby start to move down the birth canal.

"Ah! Oh god!" Charlie screamed, his body tensing, his back arching.

Mac's face went white, his eyes wide with alarm. "It's okay, Charlie! I'm here! We're in this together!"

But Charlie couldn't respond, his body consumed by the intensity of the contraction. He screamed again, his voice echoing through the room, as the second baby started to emerge.

As the contraction intensified, Charlie's body began to push the second baby out. But unlike the first birth, this one was more challenging. The baby's position was awkward, making it harder for Charlie's body to expel it.

Mac's face was etched with worry as he coached Charlie through the ordeal. "Breathe, Charlie, breathe! You're doing great!"

Charlie's screams grew louder, his body straining with each push. The baby's head began to crown, but it was slow, and Charlie's muscles were fatigued.

Mac could see the fear in Charlie's eyes, and he knew he had to act fast. He grabbed a towel, supporting Charlie's back as he pushed.

With a final, mighty effort, the baby's head emerged, but its shoulders were stuck. Charlie's body was exhausted, and Mac knew he had to think fast.

He gently manipulated the baby's position, trying to dislodge its shoulders. Charlie's screams grew hoarse, his body trembling with fatigue.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the baby's shoulders slipped out, followed by its tiny body. Charlie collapsed back, spent, as Mac cut the umbilical cord.

The second baby was smaller than the first, but just as perfect. Mac cradled it in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

Charlie's eyes flickered open, a weak smile on his lips. "We did it, Mac…we're a family."

Mac's voice choked with emotion. "We sure are, Charlie. We sure are."

As the babies slept, Mac and Charlie gazed into each other's eyes, their love and commitment palpable. Charlie's voice was weak but full of emotion. "Yes, Mac. Yes, I'll marry you."

Mac's face lit up with joy, and he leaned in to kiss Charlie. As they embraced, their naked bodies entwined, the babies sleeping peacefully beside them.

In the aftermath of the birth, Charlie had named the girl Justine, after the woman who still lingered in his thoughts, and the boy Justin.

As they celebrated their love and new family, Mac and Charlie made love on the wet bed, unaware that their passion would lead to another pregnancy.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their love shining brighter than ever. As they climaxed, Charlie felt a sense of completeness, his heart full of joy and his body full of Mac's love.

Little did they know, their love had created another life, a new addition to their growing family. As they drifted off to sleep, surrounded by their babies, they smiled, knowing their love would only continue to grow.