#almost as much as the Indiana Jones thing

[astrxealis]

got myself in a new fandom-related wholeass hole (i am Doomed)

[theodore-sallis]

“The Gift of Death,” Man-Thing (Vol. 1/1974), #8.

Writer: Steve Gerber; Penciler and Inker: Mike Ploog; Colorist: Petra Goldberg; Letterer: Artie Simek

[solarmorrigan]

The Phantom Menace (no, not that one)

For the @steddie-spooktober day 28 prompt: Mask Rated: T | Words: 1118 | CW: None | Tags: established relationship, modern AU, Eddie Munson is a menace, Eddie Munson is whipped, Steve Harrington is a tease, for the good of everyone present at the Halloween party Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

Eddie is a menace.

And a goddamn pain in the ass.

It’s not that Steve doesn’t love him – Eddie is very lucky that Steve does love him, in fact, because Steve would otherwise have lost his patience about half an hour into this shit and ditched him to find his own ride home from the Halloween party.

And Steve had even liked Eddie’s choice of costume at first. He’ll admit that he hadn’t been super into Phantom of the Opera when they’d watched it—a little too theatrical to really be up Steve’s alley—but he’d definitely seen the appeal in Eddie’s Phantom costume.

The waistcoat he’d thrifted had been a hell of a find; it fits him almost perfectly. He’d sewn a cloak that he’d had entirely too much fun twirling around in when he’d finished it. The white half mask had given him an alluring air of mystery, and with his hair tied back? The whole thing had added up to a very attractive picture.

Until the night of the party, when Eddie had decided to be, as previously mentioned, a fucking menace.

He’s been fucking with people all night; nothing mean or destructive (Steve supposes they should all count themselves lucky that Eddie isn’t playing with fire), but irritating as shit. He’s jumping out from around corners and scaring people, he’s stealing things off the snack table and leaving them in weird places, he keeps changing the music from generic Halloween shit to opera (no one is sure how he’s doing this, since access to the Bluetooth speaker is being carefully guarded), he laughs maniacally every time someone expresses annoyance with his tricks, and he’s refusing to stop unless he’s paid 20,000 francs.

Robin offered him a dollar to stop tugging the back of her shirt and running away any time she turns her back to him; he’d argued that the offer was far too low, but had graciously accepted after she’d threatened to smother him with his own cloak.

The most annoying part, however, is that he absolutely refuses to answer to his name. Any time someone snaps out some variation of “Eddie, cut it the fuck out,” he dramatically asks “Eddie? Who is this Eddie? I am The Phantom!” before turning away, flourishing his cloak like Batman as he goes.

“You’re his boyfriend,” Robin insists, leaning up against the counter beside Steve; he’s been hiding in the kitchen for the last half hour, hoping no one will remember that he and Eddie had shown up together, “can’t you make him stop?”

“You think I have literally any control over him?” Steve asks. “He’s like a tornado; you just have to wait him out and hope insurance covers whatever damage he causes.”

Robin snorts. “Okay, but can’t you use, like, your wiles?”

Steve stares at her. “My what?”

“Your wiles. You know, be sexy at him, or whatever.” Robin wiggles her fingers vaguely in Steve’s direction. “That man is weak for you. I’m willing to bet he’ll do anything you ask if you flash your cleavage at him.”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest, hiding the way the shirt of his Indiana Jones costume is halfway unbuttoned, gaping open to reveal a decent (or maybe slightly indecent) amount of skin. “I do not have cleavage.”

“Whatever.” Robin rolls her eyes, then perks up at the sound of Eddie’s crazed chuckling coming close to the kitchen doorway. “Oh! Here he comes! Do it!”

“I’m not going to–”

“Do it,” Robin hisses, tugging on Steve’s arm until he comes away from the counter and giving him a shove in the direction of the doorway just as Eddie comes sweeping through.

Robin skirts around him, pointing two fingers at her eyes and then jabbing a single finger at Eddie, the universal sign for I’m watching you, as she goes by, and Eddie holds his hands up in surrender. She takes a moment to send one more look over her shoulder at Steve before she leaves, and, well – Steve guesses he might as well try it, before someone actually decides to murder Eddie.

“Hey, Phantom,” Steve says, approaching the kitchen island.

Eddie, halfway through ladling punch into a plastic cup, looks up at Steve and grins. “Hello, there.” His voice is deeper than usual, a dramatic affectation for his costume, and any other time, Steve would appreciate the sexy rasp; unfortunately, it’s currently attached to Eddie in full pest mode.

“So,” Steve drawls, leaning his forearms on the island, making sure to angle himself so his shirt falls open just a little bit farther, “I’ve been meaning to ask: I don’t suppose you’ve seen my boyfriend, Eddie, around, have you?”

It takes Eddie a moment to answer, his eyes glued to the span of skin and chest hair Steve’s putting on display. “Eddie?” he finally asks, gaze snapping back up to Steve’s face. “I’m afraid I don’t know who you mean.”

Steve hums, a little, disappointed noise. “That’s too bad,” he says, giving Eddie a bit of a pout. “See, I thought his costume was pretty hot tonight, and I thought maybe we could… y’know, slip away from everyone else, so I could show him just how much I liked it.”

Eddie swallows. “You don’t say,” he says, voice gone a little faint.

“Mm.” Steve sighs. “But since I can’t find him, and you haven’t seen him, I guess I just won’t–”

“Actually,” Eddie cuts in, almost frantically, “now that you mention it, I think I might have seen him.”

A slow smirk draws across Steve’s face. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie nods quickly. “Let me just– I’ll go see if I can find him for you.”

“I’d appreciate it,” Steve says sweetly, leaning a little further onto the island (he does not, whatever Robin says, have cleavage, but if the move pushes his pecs up just a bit more, well – that’s just a bonus).

Eddie turns away, entirely forgetting to flourish his cloak, and ducks out through the kitchen doorway.

He reappears moments later, his white half-mask in hand, one side of his face still a little red and sweaty from where it’s been resting all night.

“Steve!” he exclaims, arms thrown wide. “I haven’t seen you all night! But, uh, someone told me that you’ve been looking for me.”

Steve rolls his eyes, coming around from behind the island; committed to the bit to the bitter end, that’s Eddie.

Somehow, Steve wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Someone was right,” Steve says, hooking a finger beneath Eddie’s bowtie and tugging him closer, leaning in to meet his lips in a deep kiss.

The Phantom doesn’t make an appearance for the rest of the night.

[hbyrde36]

STWG Daily Prompt 04/28/24

as chosen by our own @penny00dreadful

Fairytale✨

He was never going to find her.

Steve sighed heavily, letting his lunch tray drop to the table as he plopped down into his seat next to Nancy and Jonathan, the spot he’d been occupying ever since he’d had some sense knocked into him and dumped Tommy and Carol as friends for good. 

He’d gotten a lot of funny looks for that move, not only because he’d nuked his popularity along with his friendships, but because Nancy had dumped him for Jonathan, or so the rumor mill said, and yet here he was beside them. The truth was that their uncoupling had been a mutual decision, they just didn’t care enough to correct the narrative. 

But, back to Steve’s lament. 

It’d been almost a week since he saw her, the mystery girl that he’d spent almost the entire Halloween Ball with. They hadn’t spoken at all, the music had been too loud for that, but they’d stuck close to each other all night, danced, shared a few laughs as they pointed out their classmates' costumes–both good and bad– and shared a brief, but earth shattering kiss in a dark corner of the gym.

Now normally, Steve wouldn’t have been caught dead at one of the school’s dances, but his high school career was rapidly coming to a close, and honestly he was just trying to get himself out there, make some better memories before he was forced to grow up and enter the adult world.

Also… Nancy and Jonathan had made him.

Then they’d ditched him to go make out in the darkroom, but that was fine, It’d all been worth it to meet—her.

Steve only stepped away for a moment to get them a couple drinks, but when he returned to their spot by the bleachers, she was gone, the only evidence that she’d ever been there at all was a ring left behind on the floor. He picked it up, remembering how she’d fiddled with them a lot, her many rings, and must have dropped this one without realizing. 

He pocketed it, knowing it would be the key to finding her again.

Because, and this was his dilemma, on top of not knowing his mystery girl’s name, he also had no idea what she really looked like. While his Indiana Jones costume had left no question as to his own identity, she’d been dressed as a mummy, wrapped up in layers of gauzy fabric, only showing off her long dark curly hair, the biggest most gorgeous brown eyes he’d ever seen, and perfect pink pouty lips.

After spending the last several days combing the school, asking every brunette he came across if the ring was hers��to no avail—Steve had all but given up, assuming the girl had been someone’s friend or cousin visiting from out of town.

“What’s all this?” Steve asked, finally noticing the stack of photos Jonathan had spread out on the table around them. 

Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, answering with his mouth still half full. “group shots of all the clubs for the yearbook, I just got them developed.”

Steve pushed his own lunch away, not hungry, and pulled a few of the pictures closer to him. He wasn’t really looking, looking, there wouldn’t be anyone in those pictures he hadn’t already seem roaming the halls, or so he thought. Then he spotted a familiar piece of jewelry on the finger of someone entirely unexpected. 

Eddie Munson, head of the Hellfire Club. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled the ring out, keeping it hidden under the table as he looked between it and the one in the photo. Same band, same stone, same black nail polish on the hand’s fingers too.

Dark curly hair, check. 

Big beautiful brown eyes, check. 

Soft pouty pink lips, double check.

Okay, so, the mystery girl wasn’t a girl at all. It explained why he’d had so much trouble finding her at least.

Steve sat with that fact throughout the rest of the lunch period, and by the time the bell rang had decided that it didn’t change a thing. He wasn’t freaked out that he’d kissed a boy, he didn’t even care that it was Munson, certified freak and D&D nerd. He was a little embarrassed that he’d assumed his special someone was a girl just because he had long hair and pretty eyes, but moving past that—

Now Steve just had to woo his man.

“Hey, Munson?” Steve called out as he jogged down the hallway, approaching the other boy from behind just as he was closing his locker. 

Eddie startled, his eyes going wide as he turned to see who had snuck up on him, but recovered quickly.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrington, what can I do for his former-royal-highness?”

Steve stepped in close, glancing around to make sure no one was watching them before he took Eddie’s hand, gently turning it over, and placed the ring in the center of his palm.  

“I think you dropped this.”

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[silenzahra]

🌜 Super Mario Odyssey: post-ending headcanons 🌛

Today marks seven years since the release of my FAVORITE 3D Mario game:

🌜 Super Mario Odyssey 🌛

This game really means EVERYTHING to me, so I wanted to make a little something to commemorate this date. I have to admit I didn't have any ideas at first, but then I remembered what @pepperycar commented on this post... and was suddenly inspired 🤭 Thank you so much, my friend! I owe you this one 💖

So, here I bring you a few ideas that I had on what could have happened after the end of Super Mario Odyssey. There will be Mareach, brotherly love, and SPOILERS, so if you haven't finished this game yet: beware!! ⚠

(And please go play it because it's AWESOME.)

@vulpixfairy1985 @bberetd @megamagimugi @peaches2217 @keakruiser

@itsavee4117 @roscolate @smokszyvverstar @wahooitsamee @kelbreyworshipper I thought perhaps you might be interested, so I hope it's okay that I tag you 🥰 Of course, no worries if you're not! Feel free to ignore this post and please forgive me for bothering you 😅

Also, I took a bit of inspo from this adorable post that I remember reblogging from my old account. Please have a look if you haven't yet because it's absolutely CUTE 🥹

Without further ado... Let's-a go! ❤️

👑 Peach's wardrobe 👑

Princess Peach has a large and varied wardrobe. So far, Mario only remembers seeing her wearing her signature pink dresses, her favorite. She has several that are very similar to each other, with only a few small differences between them, such as puffed sleeves that her summer dress does not have, or an older design in which almost the entire skirt is a darker shade of pink. Peach always appears before him and his subjects wearing one of these outfits as pink is her favorite color, and one that, in Mario's opinion, suits her very well.

Recently, however, Mario has found that his beloved princess has a wide variety of outfits and has decided to start wearing them to visit the various kingdoms that Bowser has taken her to during her kidnapping, now that she finally has the freedom to choose where, when, and with whom to go.

And Mario loves to dress to match her.

The first time they did it, Mario ran into Peach and her friend Tiara almost by accident as she, as brave as ever, explored the lonely Forgotten Isle in an outfit worthy of Indiana Jones himself. Shorts, a backpack on her back, boots prepared for the earthy soil of the place... and her hair in a bun that was hidden under her explorer's cap.

Mario didn't take half a second to run back to his Odyssey ship and put on his own explorer's outfit to join her and continue exploring the island together.

When he met her in New Donk City, Peach was wearing one of Mario's favorite outfits of all the ones he had seen her in so far: a long pink flying skirt that, unlike her dresses, left her feet exposed; a gorgeous white blouse with a scarf around her neck, in a pastel pink shade that matched her pristine skin; and a wide hat over her abundant blonde hair. She looked beautiful and very comfortable, and the best part: she loved the black suit with matching fedora that Mario put on to go with Peach’s outfit. She told him he looked very elegant, and Mario thought his smile would overflow on both sides of his face since his cheeks hurt so much.

To him, on the other hand, the one who looked tremendously stylish and graceful was Peach when he met her in Bonneton. Her attire was dark, composed of a grayish coat, black stockings and gloves of the same color, which she combined with a beret that adorned her long hair. Mario kept watching her for a while, unable to help it, and he did the same thing when he met her in Shiveria, since the black and gold of her figure stood out among so much blinding white.

On that occasion, Mario felt that he’d never measure up to her with his orange, quilted coat, as opposed to Bonneton, where he was able to look at least a bit elegant with his black tuxedo, his red bow tie and a top hat that gave him the look of a magician. Or, at least, that's what she told him, while letting out a giggle that made Mario think of the softest and sweetest crystal bells.

Another one of his favorite outfits for the princess was her farmer attire, which was the one she chose to wear to visit the Luncheon Kingdom. Mario wasn’t surprised to find her picking turnips to help the locals prepare their famous soup, as it wasn’t the first time he’d seen her pulling vegetables from the ground. When she saw him dressed in his chef's outfit, she immediately applauded him and prepared to hand over the vegetables to him, thus naming him the official in charge of preparing the delicious best dish of the kingdom.

As for the last three outfits the princess has worn, Mario is unable to choose, as all three have provoked various sensations in him that made him wish he could stare at her forever, without having any other worries or mission to carry out. The Yukata with the fire flower pattern was, without a shadow of a doubt, one of them, a beautiful and lovely vision that gave him back some vitality and joy when he ran into Peach in Bowser's Kingdom. He, as bold as brass, put on his samurai outfit, ready to defend her from any evil, and she, always so demure, covered her face with her hand-held fan to hide a soft giggle. Still, watching her hair pulled back in a ponytail and the Boo-shaped buckle adorning her head, Mario knew he’d never measure up to her.

And he felt the same way when, while strolling along Bubblaine Beach and enjoying the coolness of the water with his doggy friend, he found her there, wearing that pretty white sarong adorned with pink power moons, the sunglasses on her blonde head... and that bikini that exposed more porcelain skin than Mario had ever seen. He felt completely ridiculous in his red swimsuit with white polka dots and wanted to sink to the depths of the crystal-clear waters of the kingdom just to prevent her from seeing him like that.

However, that couldn't overcome how stupid and embarrassed Mario felt when, just after rescuing her from Bowser's clutches, he got caught up in an absurd competition with the king of the Koopas to try to get Peach to agree to marry him. They may have both been wearing the perfect outfits, Peach in her beautiful white dress that made her look like an angel and him in his tuxedo of the same color and matching hat.

But Mario realized too late that this was not the right moment.

Still, he is content to have had the opportunity, albeit brief, to stand next to Peach while they both wore what would possibly be their wedding outfits. Mario knows that this will never happen again, that it’ll never come true, because the idea of trying to propose again wouldn’t even cross his mind. It took him a long time to forgive himself for his huge blunder, even though it took Peach only a few minutes to do so, and he’d never be able to be at peace with himself if he bothered her again.

Peach's friendship is very precious to Mario. He loves to meet her on his travels and share a few moments with her, full of fun and trust, which he wishes he could extend in time forever. In addition, on more than one occasion, Peach has asked him to accompany her to Lake Lemonade to make a new dress, and sometimes she has also invited Toad and Luigi. The people there are experts in haute couture, and Mario is always spellbound as he watches Peach pose for the seamstresses, who, in a matter of minutes, are able to create a new dress for her, each one more beautiful than the last.

And, on each occasion, Peach always turns on herself so that the dress can be appreciated in all its splendor, making her look more dazzling than a star and more radiant than the sun itself.

🎈 Balloon Brothers🎈

Shortly after he saved Peach, Mario made two decisions when he continued to travel the kingdoms on his Odyssey ship. The first one was to adopt his loyal doggy friend, the clever Shiba that has helped him find so many power moons during his adventure. He named her Hattie, as she adores wearing a hat on her head no matter where they travel to, and also because her favorite game is chasing after Mario's cap and bring it back to him.

And the second one, as soon as he ran into Luigi for the first time, was that he'd always play Balloon World with him.

Every world he travels to, whatever his purpose or the mission that takes him there, Mario always has time for his little brother and loves to play Balloon World with him. He adores seeing his sibling so cheerful and excited, and the way he claps and cheers him on always causes Mario’s unstoppable energy to soar and his heart to melt with tenderness.

In Fossil Falls, Luigi was so scared of the T-Rex that organizing the game for Mario served as a distraction and a way for him to release some stress, something Mario was extremely relieved about. In Forgotten Isle, the same bird that had captured Cappy was threatening to pop the balloons that kept Luigi in the air and that were an essential part of his outfit as the game organizer, which only motivated Mario to chase the darned bird with the help of his loyal Hattie, until, at last, and to the relief of both brothers and Cappy, he managed to scare it away.

However, as soon as Mario ran into Luigi in the Snow Kingdom, shivering with cold in his shirtsleeves, but still smiling at his brother and inviting him to play while hugging himself, Mario did not hesitate for a moment: he hurried to get rid of his orange coat and, ignoring Luigi's faint protests, threw it over his twin, taking care not to accidentally pop his balloons. Despite his initial reluctance, Luigi couldn't help but close his eyes as he snuggled into the garment, trying to get warm, and Mario, his heart shrinking, hugged him with all his might as he gently rubbed his arms and back. Luigi cuddled up to him and Mario stroked his hair gently, his mind flooded with memories of when they were both little and Luigi would run to hide in his bed because he thought there was a monster under his bed. Sighing as he held his sibling in his arms, trying to shield him from the cold and icy drafts, Mario didn't agree to play until after he had taken Luigi inside his ship to wrap him in a blanket and offer him a hot drink to warm up inside.

Nevertheless, the opposite thing happened in Tostarena: Luigi, always determined to stay true to his original outfit as the game's creator, was too warm for the scorching desert heat. Before playing Balloon World, Mario decided that his little brother needed a change to feel more comfortable. So he grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the shop. Luigi had to bend down so that his balloons could go in with him, and Mario immediately tried to convince him to, like him, put on a typical costume of the land, poncho and wide hat included, to feel comfier while they played there. His twin resisted a little, always wanting to maintain the elegance a game show host should always display, but when Mario assured him that he could keep his green bow tie, Luigi finally gave in. And, seeing them both in matching outfits, Mario also managed to convince his brother to play Balloon World together, to which Luigi agreed only after gifting him one of his balloons for Mario to wear on his wrist.

And they've done it many more times since then: in Peronza Plaza, in Bonneton, in New Donk City... even on the Moon! Also, whenever they play in the Mushroom Kingdom, the Toads join them and Luigi ends up giving them as many balloons as possible so they can have fun playing on their own, being the kind-hearted person he is.

Of course, Mario is well aware that his sibling knows the locations of the balloons, being the organizer of Balloon World, but he equally enjoys touring the various worlds with his little brother by the hand, dragging him along while Luigi floats after him and simply lets himself go. Mario’s heart sings for joy with every laugh that escapes his twin’s throat, especially when Hattie also joins the fun and runs with them in search for the balloon, only to pop it as soon as they do. Mario also loves the way Luigi guides him, or often misleads him, to make his search for the balloon easier or more complicated. Mario likes to be challenged by the game and Luigi knows it, so he appreciates it when his brother tries to trick him to divert him from his initial goal. This lengthens the game, as well as the time the brothers spend together, thus increasing the fun.

However, when it's time to say goodbye, Mario can read in his brother's face that he’s just as reluctant to part with him as Mario himself. His complicated missions through the kingdoms and, also, the longing to be reunited with Peach and spend some time with her as well have caused Mario to have to leave his brother's side without really wanting to, his soul screaming in the depths of his being that he should not do so, that he should turn back and return to Luigi's side.

When the same thing happens to him in the Moon Kingdom, Mario finally stops before entering his ship and turns on his heels. He sees Luigi raise his head, confused to see him turn around, and the surprise on his face only grows when Mario starts running towards him, although a little slower than he’d like due to the moon's gravity. A smile breaks out on Mario's face as he speeds up as fast as he can, and he stretches out his arms as he approaches his little brother. Luigi barely has time to open his arms as well before Mario pounces on him.

Luigi's gasp causes Mario to burst out laughing as he spins around with his brother in his arms, holding him tightly. It takes him a few seconds to realize that both of them are now floating in the air, propelled not only by Luigi's balloons, but also by the lack of gravity prevailing on the moon. His sibling clings to him as he laughs shyly, and Mario pulls away from him a second before his feet touch down again.

Holding Luigi's hands tightly and energetically, Mario offers him to board his Odyssey ship and accompany him on his travels, so that they can continue playing Balloon World together as his adventure progresses. And, perhaps, Luigi could also help him during their missions, just like in the old days, when they visited faraway realms, such as Pi’illo Island or the Beanbean Kingdom, and even became partners in time.

As he speaks, Mario is very aware that his eyes are shining, full of excitement. His whole face must be, in fact, as euphoria bubbles up inside him like a river of unstoppable lava. He’s unable to keep completely still, so he inadvertently shakes his hands and, with them, those of his brother, as he explains his idea to him. And his enthusiasm undoubtedly rubs off on his twin, as Mario can read in Luigi's blue eyes, identical to his own, which are filling with a special glow that can only mean he shares Mario's eagerness.

And so it was that the brothers began to travel together.

✨ The Golden Trio ✨

In some of their first trips together, when the brothers are about to play Balloon World, Peach meets them and becomes a spectator of their games. Luigi welcomes her with open arms and quickly explains to her what Mario has to do, and while his brother is searching, Luigi reveals in whispers to the princess where the balloon his twin is looking for is hidden.

Although, at first, Mario is a little embarrassed that Peach is going to watch him while he searches, he quickly decides that he must do everything he can to impress her, so he puts more effort into finding the balloon quickly and on his own, despite Hattie's attempts to help him. Whenever he succeeds, Luigi praises him enthusiastically and gives him a big hug, which Mario reciprocates joyfully and heartily. Peach, after applauding him a little more demurely, leans over to place a kiss on his nose, causing Mario's whole face to light up until it looks redder than his shirt. This always happens under the watchful eye of Luigi, who doesn't miss the chance to give his sibling a playful nudge while trying to silence his giggles, causing Mario's blush to increase.

However, the third time Peach meets the brothers, Luigi has the idea of inviting her to participate in the game, which he eagerly puts to her. Both she and Mario are delighted, and Luigi immediately rearranges the game so that Mario and Peach can play in competition against each other.

Of course, respect and friendship prevail in the game. Mario continues to play as usual, but Peach often beats him, as she’s quick and smart, and he can only admire her more and more every time this happens. In fact, he’d say that he enjoys the occasions when the princess beats him the most, as he loves to see her so happy and enjoying herself when playing with him. Needless to say, even though Luigi is a most enthusiastic audience, Mario is the one who always applauds Peach the most, which makes her blush, something that doesn't happen to her when she thanks Luigi's compliments.

When the game is preparing to take place for the fifth time since Mario and Peach started playing together, Mario can't help but notice the way his brother is wringing his hands and fiddling with his fingers as he watches them. The game is about to begin, but he can't take his eyes off Luigi. He can read his face like an open book, something that has happened practically since they were born... and he doesn't like what he sees.

It's not that Luigi is sad. He's happy to be with them and eager to see them play Balloon World again. He's ready to cheer them both on and shower them with praise, as always, for, after all, his little brother is one of the sweetest and gentlest people he knows.

However, Mario can see in his gestures, in the way he bites his lower lip, in the way he fiddles with his own hands, in the way his eyes sparkle, that Luigi misses being able to join the game despite knowing the location of the balloons beforehand.

So even though Luigi gives the start command just a second later, Mario doesn't move.

And it pleases him greatly to realize that Peach, next to him, hasn't moved either.

When he turns his face towards her, Peach does the same. Mario barely needs a few seconds to realize that the princess, always as perceptive and as concerned about Luigi as he is, almost as if she were some sort of big sister to him, has also noticed the longing that shines in his little brother's eyes.

The two hold each other's gaze for a moment before smiling determinedly and giving one another a mutual nod. In unison, the two turn to Luigi, who looks from one to the other, his face the spitting image of bewilderment. As he and Peach start walking towards the game organizer, Mario can't help but let out a laugh in anticipation of what's about to happen, and he hears Peach let out a small giggle next to him that only makes his heart swell.

Decisively, they both hold Luigi, each with one hand, and Mario puts his other arm around Luigi's shoulders while Peach wraps her free arm around the younger plumber’s back. Luigi doesn't understand anything, but he doesn't resist, since, of course, he trusts them completely. Peach and Mario start walking while dragging him along, and the princess proclaims that, by royal order, Luigi must play Balloon World with them. This finally gets Luigi to relax and even laugh, and Mario feels his little brother squeeze his hand as he and the princess laugh together.

For a moment, Mario simply watches them. His heart fills with joy whenever he sees them getting along so well. He loves that Luigi has found in Peach a friend he can trust and be himself with, and he loves that the princess, in each of their interactions, shows that she truly cares about Luigi's well-being and wants only the best for him.

And he just loves them both so much that his heart could burst.

He couldn’t live without either of them.

When the game concludes, shortly before the brothers return to the Odyssey ship, Mario summons the courage to offer Peach to join them. That way, the three of them could travel together, keep each other company and help one another in their adventures, and they’ll always have the chance to play Balloon World together.

As he speaks, however, it occurs to Mario that perhaps he should have consulted Luigi before inviting Peach, so he throws a sidelong glance at his brother to try to apologize to him without words.

But Luigi, ever so sweet and kind, ever the man with the purest heart, is nodding eagerly as he hears his brother speak, and as soon as Mario concludes, Luigi turns to Peach and takes her hands while expressing how much he’d love for her to join them. Mario can't and won't hold back the look of intense love and adoration he gives his twin as he talks to the princess. Who, of course, gladly accepts.

Thus, Mario, Luigi and Peach, accompanied by the inseparable and always loyal Hattie, Cappy and Tiara, embark on the Odyssey to a new world. And, as they travel, the three of them look out the window, Mario and Luigi with their hands on the glass and looking at the clouds with excitement, and the princess, with a hand resting on the shoulder of each of the brothers as she joins in their excitement at the sight they are contemplating.

Their adventure has only just begun.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

reading update: september 2024

I'm turning in the reading roundup a little later than usual, but booooy not for lack of enthusiasm! September was such an interesting month for books, not least of all because you'll notice that things take a spooky turn towards the end of the month. in the name of whimsy I decided that October would be the perfect time to go on a themed reading kick and read through everything vaguely spooky, scary, or horror-related on my TBR, and then I thought, hey, why wait? Halloween is a state of mind, and I want to get spooked.

(have I been spooked yet? well... eh. but there's still time!)

my point being, if you want some creepy recs, hang tight because the October reading roundup is going to be great for you. in the meantime, here's what I read in September:

My Nemesis (Charmaine Craig, 2023) - cannot recommend this brief novel enough if you like very stylized prose about very insufferable people. Craig's protagonist is a memoirist who narrates her tale of woe exactly like she's writing a personal essay that's going to do numbers on twitter, intimate from a detached and analytical distance and giving the strong impression of a person who's made a living being intensely self-obsessed and can't quite manage to turn it off. it's a fascinating approach to a story about an emotionally overwhelming friendship destroying two marriages and ending in a woman's death, all without any actual adultery ever occurring. the narrator is consciously self-conscious, unreliable in the subtle and shifty way of someone trying to take exactly enough culpability to avoid being assigned more. it's a heavily interior novel, but Craig managed to keep me gasping with surprise here and there - the stomach-twisting reveal of why the narrator is actually telling her story, for one, as well as the revelation of the work within the novel that shares its name. if you like a tightly crafted character exercise, you're going to eat this up.

Raiders of the Lost Heart (Jo Segura, 2023) - this was the romance novel picked out via poll over on my patreon for September, and if I may be honest I was NOT excited! to my mind it was the dud of the group, the one amongst the four possibilities that I was most dreading. the garish cover, improbable plot summary, and blatant Indiana Jones of it all (the male love interest is literally named Ford) was a tremendous turn off, and you know what? I was wrong for that. Raiders ended up being one of the better romance novels I've read this year, and not JUST because I've been reading an endless parade of stinkers. the characters are largely free of manufactured drama and are instead believably and sympathetically rendered, with the female lead Corrie being a particular knockout; I would love to be her friend. the plot isn't nearly as cartoonish as the synopsis on the back of the book would have you believe, or at least most of it isn't; the silliness doesn't arrive until almost the very end, when Segura decides she needs some action movie stakes in here ASAP. and while the prose wasn't totally free of the genre's worst bullshit (stop reminding me that Ford's eyes are emerald, I beg), it was for the most part refreshingly no-nonsense. I wasn't even a chapter into this book when I found myself realizing I might really like it, and as of right now it's looking to claim the title of my favorite romance of 2024 in a landslide victory. having said that someone should be in thought crime prison for titling the sequel "Temple of Swoon."

Delicious in Dungeon Vol. 11 (Ryoko Kui, trans. Taylor Engel, 2022) - man you guys Dungeon Meshi is so fucking good. what the fuck. what the hell. it's so genuinely insane that Kui is still able to weave in elements of humor that feel so organic and natural to the characters at this absolutely dire point of the game, when all of my faves are actively in so much danger - largely FROM EACH OTHER - that I'm eating my fingers. christ. some of my students who are in an LGBT book club did Legends and Lattes last month and I just kept wanting to ask if anyone had read Dungeon Meshi for, you know, a very D&D-flavored story that's actually intensely interested in dissecting the tropes of the genre alongside race and class and xenophobia and the social rules of an adventurer heavy world but god. I couldn't. because it's not gay. like Senshi I just want to nourish the youngsters but I can't because it's not gay. please everyone for the love of god just read Dungeon Meshi.

The Most (Jessica Anthony, 2024) - I'm a simple man, and I added this tiny novel to my TBR based on a blurb that really gave me nothing but "a 60s housewife gets in the apartment complex's pool and refuses to get out and it freaks her husband right out." god forbid women do anything, right? anyway, at risk of showing my whole ass I think this is exactly the kind of "disaffected adultery and divorce" book that a lot of tumblr users claim to hate, and I fucking loved it. Anthony is a brilliantly sharp writer who paces her microcosmic drama perfectly, revealing everything at just the right moment like a practiced tour guide showing us around the shadowy corners of an aggressively ordinary marriage. I love adultery and I think this book in particular should be taught in writing courses. sue me.

Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir (Akwaeke Emezi, 2021) - I think this year I've reread more books than I have any other year of my adult life, and I'm so glad that I took time to revisit Emezi's memoir. it's genuinely like nothing else I've ever read, one of the boldest and bravest things I've ever read. Emezi's account of godhood, of coming to understand themself as a deity trapped in flesh, is absolutely unwavering, completely grounded in their certainty of their truth and proceeding from there without ever worrying about persuading others to believe them. Emezi is a storyteller's storyteller, and their story doesn't need anyone's approval. but while it can be challenging, I wouldn't call the book confrontational. quite the opposite; in many places it's achingly vulnerable, as Emezi guides you through an unabashed tour of the very worst of their heartbreak, trauma, and alienation, and the times they've nearly succeeded in taking their own life. but god, please don't think this memoir is unrelenting misery. Emezi also speaks so, SO powerfully of opulence, of love, of the dedication to their artistry ad unabashed acknowledgement that they are a peerless talent. Emezi talks about magic of writing in a way that makes me feel like I'm being engulfed in golden-white flames; they make me want to transform myself into the artist I want to be. once again: I am an Emezi stan first and a person second forever.

The Beginning and End of Rape: Confronting Sexual Violence in Native America (Sarah Deer, 2015) - listen, I'll be straight up with you: unless you're exorbitantly interested in rape law, alternatives to carceral "justice," and legalese, this is going to be a very dry read, and there are not enough narrative segments to make up for that. for my money, Deer provides a thorough overview of the difficulties faced by American tribal nations in exercising legal power to prosecute and punish cases of sexual violence, despite the staggering levels of violence experienced by women in many Native communities. I really admired the intensely tempered view that Deer (a member of the Mvskokoe nation) brings to her work, discussing the history of Native approaches to sexual violence without pretending precolonial North America was a feminist utopia and offering thoughtful criticism of proposed substitutions to imprisonment. while the rape laws of any one of the 574 federally recognized tribes in the occupied lands of the United States could be a book on its own and Deer is constrained by the need to cover as much territory as she can in the broadest strokes possible, this is a solid primer to an ongoing social, spiritual, and legal issue that too rarely receives attention outside of Native communities.

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke and Other Misfortunes (Erica LaRocca, 2022) - straight up I was only trying to read Things Have Gotten worse, LaRocca's somewhat infamous story of a lesbian relationship that goes extremely wrong extremely fast, but the only copy available through my library system came with two more of his short stories (the aforementioned Other Misfortunes). I'm going to save time on the two extra stories: one is an incomprehensible exercise in religious trauma and I did not like it, and the other one was silly because I, personally, simply would not get so trapped in a sense of social obligation that I let my neighbor do stupid riddles to be until I was in a guillotine. rip to that guy but I'm different. anyway, back to the star of the show. I made the mistake of browsing some other people's thoughts on Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke and encountered a truly dizzying number of people whose takeaway seems to be that it's bad not for any stylistic reason but because it depicts two lesbians being in a relationship that's deranged and unhealthy, to which I say you should probably go watch Stephen Universe or something instead of looking for #goodrep in the horror short stories. christ. for my money, Things Have Gotten Worse is messy in the most delicious way, absolutely bonkers from start to finish. escalates pretty much instantly and refuses to let up for truly even a second. cannot believe the predatory mommy dom turns out to be the reasonable one in this dynamic, that one threw me for a loop. it's not incredible but god was I entertained.

Fledgling (Octavia E. Butler, 2005) - another reread, revisiting some of my favorite little freak vampires for the spooky season! although, honestly, the most spooky scary thing about Butler's vampires is probably that vampires look like an Aryan cult and some of them are turbo racist while the other ones insist that it's totally 100% impossible for vampires to be racist and the fact that this gets quite a lot of people killed, something that I'm sure is just a weird coincidence and not any kind of commentary that Butler was making on anything at all. what else is there to say? this is one of Butler's most elaborate explorations of inverted power dynamics, dropping codependent symbiotic sexy vampire polycule cults smack in the middle of the 21st century United States instead of on an alien planet or an apocalyptic wasteland just to really drive home how crazy this shit it. and it's delicious! I love it! what a deliciously different interpretation of vampirism. imagine the utopia we'd be living in if this was the vampire novel that had gotten big in 2005 instead of Twilight.

The Low, Low Woods (Carmen Maria Machado, Dani, and Tamra Bonvillain, 2020) - first I remembered that there are horror comics that I can include in my Octoberish reading, and then I remembered that creepy queen Carmen Maria Machado has published one with DC Comics' Black Label. The Low, Low Woods follows dirtbag teen lesbians Octavia and El in the burnt out coal mining town of Shudder to Think, a town where everyone knows that something's not quite right but no one can seem to leave. the story begins with El and Octavia waking up in a movie theater with no memory of a movie, realizing that they've lost time. the ensuing investigation takes them deep into the town's troubled history, and forces them to realize it's not just the supernatural preying on the town. I love creepy Appalachia and would definitely recommend this for any Old Gods of Appalachia fans, and I will say that so far this is the only one of the spooky reads to really get under my skin and give me a full-body shiver due to the sheer overwhelming awfulness of the implications Machado raises with the revelations in her story. I'm not usually one for trigger warnings in my little roundups, but I cannot emphasize enough that if you have a hard time reading about sexual violence, you'll probably want to skip this one.

The Icarus Girl (Helen Oyeyemi, 2005) - I've been meaning to get into Oyeyemi's large body of work (in part because Akwaeke Emezi speaks quite highly of her) and where better to start than with her debut novel? and why not now, since it was tagged as horror? ultimately I'd concede that the book is creepy but don't know if I'd quite consider myself horrified, and that's completely fine since it's an astonishing piece of prose regardless. writing a believable eight year old narrator of an adult novel is a tricky thing, but Oyeyemi pulls it off beautifully with protagonist Jessamy, effortlessly selling her as an insightful, anxious, and intelligent girl who's still utterly believable as a child. the Icarus Girl revels in the same kind of "powerless child" horror as Gaiman's Ocean at the End of the Lane, following the lonely Jessamy as she initially is befriended and then tormented by a mysterious and powerful little girl that she meets while visiting her mother's family in Nigeria. as her new friends gets increasingly malevolent and out of control, Jess struggles to account for the damage and to be taken seriously by her parents when she tries to explain what's wrong. Oyeyemi apparently wrote this book when she was only a teenager, and if she's been leveling up her craft with each subsequent novel then I have a lot of look forward to.

[mischiefmaker615]

I Feel Like I'm Drowning

Summary/Inspiration: "I Feel Like I'm Drowning" by Two Feet 

Requester: @Nefilia_ (wattpad)

Summary: Enough is enough.. no more excuses, no more hints..

Note: i got a TINY bit of inspiration from Indiana Jones LOL when you know, you know. 

Rating: PG-14 

The heavy door swung open, having you nearly jump out of your skin and drop your pencil before your eyes landed on the second prince of Asgard in the doorway.

‘’m-my prince- I was not expecting you-‘’ you fumbled for words, a hand quickly dropping to brush your dress with any dirt that didn’t seem to exist.

‘’you normally never expect patients darling, my appearance shouldn’t surprise you either.’’ Loki chuckled and took a step into your healing room, cape brushing against the floor lightly behind him while his hands stayed clasped behind his back.

‘’right- let me just get situated- your majesty-!’’ you said and bowed your head quickly, having almost forgotten while you sucked in a breath to calm yourself.

‘’you really have nothing to worry about lady Y/N, I’m sure you’ve seen me in here far enough times to know I will not bite you.’’ Loki smirked and moved to the table, proceeding to sit on it rather than usually laying down on his back like what was normally required.

His mystery injury must not be that severe.

‘’yes well.. you just startled me- that’s all.’’ You said quietly and set down your pencil and scroll onto the table just behind him.

His head tilted to watch you over his shoulder while a hand rested in his lap, leaning more of his weight on his other upon the table while he stayed silent.

There was more silence than conversation amongst you two, both seeming to want to talk to the other but bravery falling sort to where you worked in silence. Needless to say while the other wasn’t looking, the other one most certainly was. Even now while you moved around the healing room- gathering a few common medical supplies, Loki’s eyes seemed to study you.

His expression was gentle, soft and never missing a single feature from any movement or expression you gave. Often times it would have you blush when you noticed his stares but didn’t dare talk to much on comfort terms with a royal.. you were a simple healer after all.

‘’what needs to be done today my prince?” you asked, setting down a small tray beside him on the table before moving to stand in front, your eyes searching for any form of injury.

‘’it would seem something not so exciting today, but an injury all the same.’’ Loki lightly chuckled, holding up his hand to present a small cut that ran along side his finger. It seemed fresh, blood still threatening to spill while you leaned forward to examine it more.

Loki took this small chance to fall into temptation, his gaze flicking ever so quickly to take in your chest before they switched back to your eyes when you stood back straighter.

‘’well the pleasant news it my prince, you will live to see another day.’’ You smiled and sat down beside him, the small tray being the only thing between you both while you began looking over supplies.

You often wondered why he didn’t just heal himself. His abilities were more than capable, and something this small would barely even tire him compared to if it was a much more fatal injury- which he never came in with. So far you have seen mild bumps, bruises and cuts. All in exposed places and all looking a few seconds fresh from when he would first enter your domain. Dare you believe it was just an excuse to see you and you would often laugh at the thought. A royal had better things to do than to waste time faking injuries to see not-so-special you. Which is why you didn’t hesitate to get started while he kept his hand in your reach.

‘’..Y/N..’’

His quiet voice almost felt like a caress to your cheek, having you pause to raise your eyes to find his awaiting ones. Those eyes.. enough to have your cheeks redden regardless what his intent in them was. He was gorgeous. Distracting even, and found it hard to use words around him when they threatened to continue making you look like a fool. Like now.

‘’you should think much better of yourself darling.. your far more precious than you know..’’

His quiet words had your hands still, the bandage cloth slipping from your fingers while you gazed at him with slowly widening eyes. You dared asked a royal a question- but you couldn’t help it while his eyes seemed to make you forget everything for a moment.

‘’..how do you know?” you whispered, your bottom lip being captured between your teeth while your hands moved to self-consciously play with the fabric of your dress.

His eyes lowered ever so slightly, for once seeming like he didn’t know how to answer before they raised to yours again, just as soft but this time concerned. ‘’you’ve told me several times darling.. but the words never got past your lips..’’

That’s right.. oh gods..- his mind reading abilities. Your eyes widened to the realization and your mind raced as to every little thing you possibly had thought of him that he may have read. Your eyes quickly dropped down to your lap and you saw him in the corner of your eye fidget and turn his body more towards you with a raised hand.

‘’I’m sorry I didn’t mean- …I couldn’t help it..’’ Loki exhaled, giving up any possibly thought of trying to cleverly get out of this and just chose honesty instead while he studied the side of your face. ‘’i.. had my suspicions..’’

Your brow raised and looked at him, confusion now swarming your eyes now while you took a careful breath in to speak. ‘’suspicions?.. for my feelings for you?” you asked quietly, not even daring to deny anything to the one god who could tell when you were.

‘’well.. I’ve stumbled upon that fact much more recent than upon my original intent..’’ he sighed, his eyes moving down to his own lap in thought before he moved back to your eyes, his gaze a little more serious and ready to catch your reaction. ‘’the people amongst you have voiced their.. suspicions.. claiming dark intent you may have towards the royals- who it specifically be, was unclear..’’

‘’I would never-!” you gawked, a hand flying to your mouth and Loki’s expression seeming to relax upon seeing your honest reaction.

‘’I know you wouldn’t darling.. I just needed to make sure of it myself.. so I began showing up.. faking injuries or causing some in hopes for a chance to look into your thoughts.. there was no ill intent found.. soon after your presence became favorable.. and I couldn’t quite bring myself to break my routine in hopes to get a chance to see you..’’ Loki said carefully, raising his hand and taking in a sharp inhale to where with a simple flash, the cut upon his finger was healed. He lowered his hand and drew his gaze back on you, looking guilty while you tried to hide your own thoughts.

Who was it spreading these rumors that you would betray a royal?- he’s been reading your mind for that long? ..you understood his intent, on why he would investigate.. but how could someone like him think you’d be capable? How exactly did he see you? Did this small friendship mean nothing more than just an act to find out you were innocent? Did he merely come back to play with your emotions and amuse himself?-

His sharp inhale brought you to look at him, seeing how his eyes were closed and his brows furrowed, indicating he may be in slight pain or discomfort where you immediately got to your feet and instinctually looked him over for any injuries. ‘’my prince- are you alright?”

Loki merely nodded and exhaled through his nostrils, willing him body to relax while his palms rested at his knees. ‘’I’m fine Y/N.. forgive me but I have no intent on violating your thoughts.. but your mind is loud and demands my attention..’’ he said apologetically while he opened his eyes to look at you with a guilty look.

At first you thought you did something wrong, hugging your arms while your eyes panicked ‘’I’m s-sorry I don’t-‘’

‘’it is not your fault darling, it comes with the ability and I haven’t quite mastered nor sot out the interest to shut you out.. any attempts I’ve made merely has made me feel like I have been drowning..’’ he confessed and your body slowly untensed, trying to figure out what exactly he had said with denial swarming in your gut.

Was that a confession?

‘’it’s killing me slowly darling.. but when I’ve returned here after finding you harmless and the rumors to be untrue, that feeling seems to vanish..’’ he continues and curls his fingers to be weak fists against his thighs. ‘’so I found more excuses to return here.. knowing any other way may compromise your position here due to our..’’ he paused and looked at you, suddenly making you self-conscious of your plain dress while he literally sat before you in armor and a cape. ‘’well.. amongst my absences until today. I’ve rid of those pesky rumors upon you..’’ he sighed and looked away, the door seeming more interesting in the moment then gazing upon you with the heavy confession that he favored your presence and felt guilty at it’s beginning.

You didn’t know what to say, what to do, what to think-.. your body gazed upon the prince and you felt your limbs shaking at the realization that you had felt his same longing, despite you best attempts to dismiss it with self-loathing. Despite how self-conscious he could make you feel, he’s often made you feel beautiful in your own skin, and that new found confidence was enough to have you slowly step forward until you were half a step away from him while he looked up at you from where he sat.

He manspread, his powerful thighs supporting his hands while you closed more of the gap between you. Your fingers fidgeted together in front of you, eyes looking over Loki with a shaky breath but a racing heart at what you wanted. ‘’..where does it hurt?’’ you whispered.

Loki looked at you carefully, his expression almost unreadable if you weren’t paying attention. Due to his height, he barely had to tilt his chin upwards to look at you, but seeing him all the same slightly lower filled you with confidence, especially with his compliance.

Raising a single finger- the finger he claimed to have been injured earlier, he pointed it lightly to his chest at where his heart would be.

Bending down slowly, your eyes held onto his gaze until a hand supported a bit of your balance above your knee while your other hand slowly reached out to be placed at his chest. Dare you claim his eyes wavered to try to look down the top of your dress and you couldn’t deny you caught them slipping every now and again before your lips parted. Leaning forward, you kept your movements slow and ready to stop if he uttered a single syllable at his palace position.

He didn’t.

You pressed your lips gently against the leather where he had pointed, his hand hesitating in the air and a breath drawing into his lungs at your gesture. Once you’ve raised your head with hesitation in your eyes, his admiring ones encouraged you to relax before his hand moved again.

This time he rested it at his temple, insinuating his pain what on his mind, not just his heart. Now you raised both hands to rest against his shoulders, moving your body a bit closer between his thighs while he looked up at you in awe before slowly closing your eyes. You hesitated this time, looking over his features and how beautiful he is.. he looked sculpted, every detail taken in mind and not a flaw making itself know to you.

Leaning a little at an angle, you gently pressed your lips against his temple. His skin was soft, smooth and not as warm as you would expect. His scent enveloped your senses, hinting at pine and masculinity and you found yourself hovering for just a second more before you leaned back to face him again, finding his eyes open and a small smile at his lips.

This time he pointed to his lips.

Your heart practically jumped, imitating the scare you had not to long ago when he showed up at your door but it’s also traveled down to your gut and between your thighs. The blush helped you focus rather than the growing arousal at the mere idea of kissing the prince, let alone the suggestion he was making right here and now.

This was so against the rules at your position, you could be imprisoned or banished.. despite at the prince’s request upon the act. The hesitation showed, and Loki’s expression softened to understanding while he reached up a hand to rest at your cheek, your body instantly leaning into his touch with a sudden calm washing over you.

‘’it’s alright Y/N.. I promise..’’ he whispered, looking up as if he was begging for it.

You bit your lip, truly wanting it while lust seemed to seep into our senses where it worked at convincing you to give it, don’t care about anything else. Loki’s other hand slowly reached out, running along your clothes thigh before it rested at that part just below your ass. His hand at your reach then slowly moved to the back of your head, cradling it before he offered a little bit of pressure to pull you down forward until he had his nose brushing up against yours.

His chin tilted up, eagerly meeting you more than half way while his eyes fell closed and his lips brushed against yours with teasing pressure. A soft hum left your lips, feeling a small shiver down your spine while your own eyes fell closed to relish in the sensation of his lips. He had hesitated with a gentle brush, wanting to see if you wanted this just as much as he did and you gladly gave in to your inner craving before you could think twice.

Leaning forward on your own accord, your lips pressed against his with a bit more pressure, finding them soft and smooth with all the best parts of wine that hinted in your exchange. A soft moan left his lips, eagerly pressing you firmly to his mouth before you felt his tongue gently glide across your bottom lip in which you gladly obliged.

This was no rush, no aggression, no demand. This was all running along desperation, longing and wanting. You felt yourself press yourself up against him, your chest against him while the hand at your thigh moved up to keep you pressed against him by your waist. His other hand tangled its fingers in your hair, making you shiver and moan against him while you dreamed to do the same thing.

‘’touch me..’’ he murmured against your lips, seeming to know your wants before he encouraged his tongue into your mouth with a gentle hum. He rubbed against yours, the grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly at the erotic passion while you eagerly rose your fingers up to his soft locks.

They were softer than you thought they would be and far more pleasant than in your dreams. He seemed to growl at the slight pressure, urging his actions to become more passionate while he held you as if you were going to disappear.

‘’gods Y/N.. you’re killing me so slowly when I am not with you..’’ he breathed, almost hearing the pain in his voice while his nose ghosted against your cheek to turn his lip’s attention to your neck.

‘’L-Loki..’’ you whispered, your chin tilting to the ceiling with your eyes closed while you felt him suck at your sensitive skin and hum.

Just before you gained the courage to start bringing your hand down towards his pants- there was a quick knock at your door that had you both jump and separate, a small flash in the corner of your eye that hinted he had used a quick spell to have you two more presentable while one of your leads poked her head in.

‘’Y/N you- your majesty-!’’ she gave a quick bow and straightened herself more into a better strict attitude rather than the casual one she would have given if a royal hadn’t have been present. ‘’we have a few patients that need some attention when you are finished..’’

‘’alright, I’ll see to them when I am finished.’’ Y/N mustered up your voice to sound more professional while your hands clasped behind your back, seeing how Loki smirked and crossed his arms while the lead bowed again and disappeared with the door shut.

‘’I’ll see to it that I let you tend to our warriors then,’’ Loki started and stood up to your hidden disappointment but the thought must have made him turn to face you with a reassuring look and a returning hand to your cheeks.

‘’do not worry darling, I intend on making daily visits for a checkup, perhaps I shall return tonight as to finish where we’ve left off..’’ his smirk turned almost devilish while you looked up at him with a blush.

‘’you have no idea the things you do to me Y/N..’’

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[kiss-me-cill-me]

could u write a cill character where the reader is super horny w/ baby fever, a breeding type fic ❤️?? I love your works btw!!

Oh anon, I love you for requesting this ❤️ Partly because I had already planned to write it lmao. And thank you so much!! Sending love right back at ya 🥰

Due Date

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Your boyfriend is totally oblivious to your baby fever, but lucky for both of you, you aren't able to keep it bottled up for too long.

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, floor sex, stomach pressing (?? idk how to even phrase this lol), mentions of reader being on birth control, some fluff, established boyfriend/girlfriend relationship

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

There had been only one thing on your mind for weeks now, and you could not figure out for the life of you how to get rid of the thoughts. You wondered if you would ever feel normal again, or if this was just going to be your new default state forever. The idea of that was maddening.

Neil, on the other hand, seemed to be somehow blissfully unaware about just how badly you felt like you might explode every time Marcia and Buddy came around with their new baby. 

You weren’t sure how that was possible, given that you practically sprinted over to the stroller every time they wrangled it into the store. How could he not have known, when you squealed for the hundredth time, every time, at seeing that chubby little baby face? Marcia had practically needed to wrestle her own child away from you the last time they’d paid a visit, and yet Neil seemed totally unaware of how badly you wanted one of your own.

Or maybe he just hoped that if he ignored it, your baby fever would go away. Your boyfriend had never exactly been one to take on responsibilities willingly, unless doing so somehow involved Gumshoe. The store was his baby, as he often joked, and you were starting to worry that that meant he would never have room in his heart for real babies. The kind that would giggle at Neil’s silly antics and look up at you with their big blue eyes, just like his, and-

You snapped back to reality. You had been daydreaming again, and you found yourself standing behind the counter with Neil, your finger stuck into the spool of a VHS tape as you worked at rewinding a stack of them together.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, sparing a glance in your direction.

You’d paused in your mindless task, lost in fantasy, and now you tried to shake off the fog that had crept over you, bringing with it the images of cribs and onesies and bouncing bundles that always seemed to end up in Neil’s arms. 

“Uh…”

He would make such a good dad. A fun dad; the kind that would take his kids on adventures themed after all of their favorite movies. Lightsaber battles in the kitchen. Quests for treasure in the backyard that would make Indiana Jones quake in his boots. Neil would have just as much fun as your future children - you were sure of it. And that thought was almost enough to make you jump him right there in the store. It was pure torture, living like this, and for days on end.

“Helloooooo?” Neil droned.

You looked over at him with wide eyes as he caught you indulging in your secret fantasies yet again.

“You… good?” he asked again, slightly concerned this time.

“I am; I’m… just a little distracted,” you said, hurrying to get back to rewinding the tape.

Neil stuffed the cassette he was holding back in its box, giving you a smug look.

“Yeah, I do have that effect on you, don’t I?” he teased.

You shoved him, and he nudged you back with an elbow.

“In your dreams,” you laughed.

Privately, you could feel yourself starting to ache at just his words. He had no clue how true they were, and you certainly weren’t about to tell him. Now really wasn’t the time for a baby; your logical side knew that. And as much as a part of you wanted to tell him, you knew that it wouldn’t make any real difference. You would just have to be patient and wait.

“Thanks for helping out tonight, by the way,” Neil continued, slipping back into the easy routine of rewinding tapes. “I hate doing this.”

“I know; me too,” you agreed. “Which is why I expect to be paid overtime.”

Neil looked at you, side-eyed.

“Do you even work here?” he joked.

“Not for long if I don’t start getting paid.”

“Okay, fine,” Neil sighed. “The usual rate?”

You giggled as he put his tape down and pinned you against the edge of the counter, pressing your bodies together as he kissed you. A series of quick, fleeting pecks; your hourly wage for helping him out.

“Hey! Overtime,” you reminded him, grabbing at the hem of his shirt as he started to pull away.

Neil leaned back over and gave you one more kiss, catching your bottom lip with his teeth.

Just then, the bell at the top of the door rang, letting you know that a customer had arrived. Neil stood up straight, clearing his throat in a very professional manner as he backed up a little. Even with distance between you, you still felt your whole body thrum. The heat on your cheeks seemed to burst as the lone customer wandered the store, browsing the aisles as you and Neil stood side by side and rewound more tapes.

“All set?” Neil chirped up as the man approached the counter. 

Neil went through the routine of checking out the tape, finally handing it over along with a receipt. He glanced down at the date that was printed on the slip.

“And you’re all set. Due date is… August fifteenth.”

Behind him, you made a small noise in your throat. Neil looked over at you, just for a moment, before he turned back to the customer and finished wrapping up the transaction. When the man had left, Neil turned more fully to face you.

“You’re acting weird, babe,” he said bluntly, scratching the back of his head. “Is there something going on?”

“Nope, never better!”

You cursed yourself silently. Why had something so stupidly simple as Neil saying the words “due date” lodged itself firmly into your brain as yet another excuse to obsess over babies? 

“If you need to go home, that’s okay,” Neil offered. “I can wrap things up here by myself.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “It’s just…”

“Just…?” Neil echoed, leaning toward you.

“Hearing you talk about… due dates,” you sighed, finally admitting defeat.

Neil’s look of utter and genuine confusion would have made you laugh out loud, if not for the fact that you felt compelled to burrow down into the floor.

“Should I not… tell the customers when to return tapes?”

“No, you dummy!” You avoided his eyes as you shuffled uncomfortably. “I just mean that- It just makes me think about babies!”

You could see the gears turning in Neil’s head a few seconds after you’d blurted out your confession, slowly reaching a conclusion before his eyes widened.

“Ohhhh. That’s why you’ve been so interested in hanging out with Marcia,” he laughed.

“Yes! Neil - okay?” you cried, thoroughly embarrassed. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, and I just- Ugh!”

You threw your hands up as you abandoned all attempts at explaining yourself. Neil was already throwing you glances, as if he had caught you in the middle of something scandalous, instead of just struggling to suppress baby fever. 

In a way, though, he had. Your thoughts really weren’t all so pure as just picturing him with your kids at the park. Babies didn’t just drop down out of the sky, after all.

Neil took a small step toward you, making you shrink back as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“You like the thought of me knocking you up?” he hummed.

The shock of him saying it so bluntly made you shrink into yourself a bit more. Neil wasn’t letting you go anywhere, though, as he placed his arms to either side of your hips, leaning against the counter.

“Maybe I just think you’d be a good dad,” you shot back, slightly too shakily to be believable.

“Mmm, I don’t think that that’s all you’ve been thinking.” Neil took another step forward, closing up even the most fleeting idea of any distance between you. “I think you like to imagine me filling you up until there’s no way that you couldn’t be pregnant.”

You could hardly believe the words coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. This was certainly not how you had imagined any potential conversation going.

“And… what if I do?” you asked.

Neil shrugged, not nearly as nonchalant as he was trying to be.

“You tell me,” he said, lowly. “Do you want me to?”

“Want you to…?”

Before you could finish your sentence, Neil’s lips were on yours again, kissing you with a renewed hunger that seemed to extend to some deeper level. Before, things had been teasing and light, like they usually were between you. Now, they felt almost serious. Your head spun as you felt yourself give in to the kiss, letting your wildest fantasies surround you as you stood there, knees buckling at the strong ache that ran through your legs. You had to hold onto Neil slightly as he pulled away. 

“I know we’re not ready for kids yet,” you started, not very convincingly.

Neil was making it too hard to focus, as his lips trailed over the side of your face, pressing kisses into your jaw, your cheek, your temple. You hadn’t expected this reaction from him, and you were scrambling to figure out how to respond.

“So?” Neil laughed. “That doesn’t mean we can’t practice, right? There’s really no harm in that.”

“I… guess not,” you agreed.

Neil pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaning down to bite at your ear. You moaned - just a small sound you couldn’t hold back - and felt warm desire pool deep in your stomach as Neil whispered into your ear.

“I think you’d look cute, you know.”

He pulled back to brush a thumb over the very lowest part of your stomach, and the implication was obvious. “Do you?” you sighed, dreamily.

Neil pressed his body back up against you, and this time you could feel his hard length, digging into your hip. Your hands wrapped around his waist, holding him there as he answered.

“Mm-hmm. Seeing you pregnant would really just be a reminder of what I had done to get you like that, sooo… I think it’d be pretty hot.”

You wondered if Neil had any idea just how dangerous of a game he was playing. You knew he was only pretending. He and you both knew that you were on birth control. But… it would be so easy for things like that to change.

“You really need to start watching your mouth, Neil,” you warned him.

“I think I need to start watching you live out your little fantasies, babe.”

Neil’s next kiss was so passionate that he nearly bent you back over the checkout counter. His teeth caught your already-swollen lip once again as he snuck a hand under your thigh, pulling it up to hook over his waist.

“Neil! Can’t this wait til we get home?” you laughed, a sharp heat coursing throughout your whole body.

“Can you wait?” he countered.

That wasn’t really a fair argument. You very clearly could not, at least not based on the way you felt yourself clench around nothing more than the thought of Neil filling you up, just like he’d said earlier. You groaned as he kissed you again, sealing your fate.

“Okay, just - let me at least lock the door,” you begged.

Neil pulled away with a soft smile, and you could see just how incredibly hard he was through the outline of his jeans. 

“Hurry back, baby. Or I’ll have to come over there and get you.”

You practically ran to the front of the store, flipping the sign hastily over to “closed” before locking the door and drawing the blinds over all of the windows. It was already dark out, and you caught a quick glimpse of your wide smile in the reflection of the plate glass. This wasn’t the first time that Gumshoe had closed early for some less-than-legitimate purposes.

Suddenly, something crashed into your back. From behind, you felt Neil’s arms encircle your waist as he pulled you away from the window.

“Sorry, babe - couldn’t wait.”

His voice was close, burrowing into your ear as it nestled right next to the thoughts that continued to swirl in your head. You felt a rush down your spine at his words. 

Neil backed up a few more steps as he spun around, keeping you pinned to his chest, and then slammed directly into the shelves, spilling VHS tapes everywhere.

“Look who’s the overeager one now,” you laughed, arching back slightly as Neil’s hand grabbed roughly at your breast.

“Who said I wasn’t?”

Neil guided you down to the floor, flipping you over to face him as you landed among the catastrophe of VHS tapes. You shoved a few out of the way, making enough room to lie down while Neil hovered over you, busy with ripping off his shirt.

“Is this really how you treat the mother of your future children?” you joked.

“No,” Neil replied, looking down at you as he tore off his belt. “This is how I treat the girl who wants me to fuck my cum into her so badly, she can’t even focus on rewinding tapes.”

Neil shoved his pants down while you were still too shocked to speak, and then went to work on your clothes, nearly wrestling you out of them as he grunted above you. Neil sometimes got rough when he was excited, but you hadn’t ever seen him like this. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who liked the idea of him getting you pregnant.

Naked and lying on the floor of your boyfriend’s video rental store, you felt yourself practically drip onto the carpet.

“Neil, are you really gonna…?”

“Cum in you?” he finished. “Course I am. How else are you gonna get knocked up?”

Your face flushed. The line between real intentions and fantasy ones was already so dangerously thin, and you felt yourself grow even more excited at the idea of not knowing how serious he was. The two of you had always been cautious. Neil always pulled out of you, even knowing that you were on birth control. It wasn’t like anything would actually happen if he chose not to, but…

“Need you to take me nice and deep - okay, baby?”

Neil’s words snapped you back to reality again as you felt him line up. Your hips were hovering just off the floor, and the anticipation was killing you. You needed him inside of you, now.

“Okay,” you agreed breathlessly.

“Good girl.”

Neil sat up straight as he pushed in, and you felt yourself clamp down so hard that it was almost a miracle he was able to get anywhere. But he did, and you could feel every inch of him sink into you as he buried himself all the way, deep inside just like he’d promised.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed. “But you’re not gonna be after I’m done with you. Fuck.”

You watched Neil groan as he squeezed his eyes shut and pumped once, almost cautiously. You could feel the drag of his cock as he pulled out, and you savored the slow thrust. You knew that this pace wouldn’t last long once he got started.

Neil’s hand drifted back down to your stomach, pressing softly as he pushed into you again.

“You feel that, babe?”

The sensation made you gasp. The slight pressure from Neil's hand made the fat head of his cock seem to nudge inside of you even more deeply; the feeling intense but addicting. Neil kept the flat palm of his hand pressed against you as he dragged out, then pushed back in, a little more roughly this tine. It was almost enough to send you right over the edge, and your hips inched up to increase the pressure.

“Fuck - you like that,” Neil commented, breathlessly. “Like feeling right where I’m gonna cum, don’t you?” “N-Neil! Fuck!” you gasped, unable to string more than two words together. 

It was absurd how quickly he’d brought you right to the point of no return. You could feel yourself, clearly about to let go any second, and you knew Neil could too. Your muscles were already spasming, clenching harshly around him, desperate for that last little push that you needed to tip over.

Neil grabbed your wrist with his other hand, only to drag it down to your clit. As he positioned your fingers, you heard him let out a small whine of his own.

“Fuck, baby - come for me, please,” he begged.

The added sensation of your fingers was more than enough to make you obey, and you screamed as Neil thrust his hips into you, pressing down harder with his hand. The feeling that washed over you was far too profane to be called good, but you found yourself unable to care about just how impure your thoughts were. You wanted Neil’s cum more than anything else in the world.

“That was so awesome,” Neil moaned.

His hands landed next to your head with a thud, as he fell forward heavily. The force sent a couple more VHS tapes tumbling off the shelf, raining down over the two of you. Neil didn’t seem to notice as he pumped into you again. 

“I wish you’d told me about this sooner,” he laughed. “You’re squeezing me like crazy; I can’t believe how turned on you get at the thought of me fucking a baby into you.”

You could barely respond, still coming down from a high that had left you shaking. Neil brought a hand to your face, cradling you as he continued to thrust, steadily picking up pace.

“I’m right here, babe,” he assured, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. Can you beg?”

His request sent a jolt straight through you. The sound of his voice, slightly strained and right on the verge of cracking, almost made it seem like he should have been the one to beg you. But, then again, he hadn’t needed even a full five minutes to get you to come so hard that you still couldn't see straight.

“Neil, please,” you whined, letting go of all sense of decency.

“What d’you want me to do, baby?” he groaned.

You suddenly found yourself with both hands pinned over your head; Neil’s fingers digging into your wrists as he held them tight. He leaned all his weight into it, using his other hand to grab frantically at your hip as he picked up his pace even more. It hurt, having both arms pressed so hard into the floor, but you honestly couldn’t have cared less if it meant Neil was close.

“Fuck, Neil - want you to fill me and fuck me again and again. Want your cum so badly. Want you to-”

“Fuck!” Neil yelled.

You felt him rush to bury himself, deeper inside of you than he had ever been. His expression as he came was so twisted in agonized pleasure that it nearly knocked the wind out of you. The sensation was somehow different than you had imagined it; a wet warmth that seemed to spread through you and seep into your bones, still sore from being pushed down into the hard floor.

As he came down from his own high, Neil thrusted weakly a few more times. You felt his cum start to slip out of you, dripping down the curve of your thigh before pooling onto the carpet.

That would be awkward to explain. You hoped that it wouldn’t stain too badly.

“Holy shit, we should do that more often,” Neil breathed. He brought his hand back to your face, dragging his knuckles over your jaw as he let go of your wrists. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m… yeah,” you said dreamily, still unable to think quite straight. “Wow, Neil.”

“Yeah, I could tell you enjoyed that,” he laughed, moving inside you and shoving his cum a just little bit deeper. 

He had started to get soft, but you felt him twitch slightly at the new sensation. Your mind flashed back to earlier, when he had talked about filling you over and over again until there was no way you couldn’t get pregnant.

Neil kissed you sweetly on the lips, then pulled back to look at you. A serious expression bloomed over his face.

“Babe, do you have any other fantasies? You have to tell me if you do.” He kissed you on the nose, quickly, before continuing. “Can’t believe I almost missed out on the chance to breed your tight little cunt.”

Neil, clearly, hadn’t quite left this particular fantasy behind.

“I didn’t mean to not tell you. I just… I worried you’d think it was weird.”

“Baby, anything that drives you this wild would never be weird to me,” Neil promised. “Especially if it means I get to do this. You really do look so pretty stuffed full of cum.”

You felt your cheeks start to heat up again, and Neil pressed his lips to yours, softer this time. His tongue slipped briefly past yours, before he pulled away to look down at you. You were the first to speak.

“I really do think you’d make a good dad. Just for the record,” you said.

Neil brushed the tip of his nose over yours.

“You tryin’ to sweet talk me into doing all that again?” he teased. “Because I think we might wreck the whole store. Somebody’s gotta clean up these tapes.”

He gestured widely toward the shelf next to you, knocking over a few more cassettes in the process. 

You laughed, wrapping your arms tight around Neil’s neck as you pulled him in close for one more kiss.

[noforkingclue]

Heyyy, I really hope I'm not being a bother. If it's okay may I please request an Indiana Jones x reader where he and the reader are working together to get an artifact before the bad guys but while they're exploring the location of the artifact the reader gets possessed by an entity protecting the item and tests him to see if he is worthy of the item and in doing so release the reader. I hope you have a great day

You're never a bother! I've recently re-watched the Indiana Jones films and I forgot just how much I love them!

So thank you so much for requesting this :D

Title: The Truth

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites spngingerbread21,  @layazul,  @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

Indy had seen a lot of strange shit in his time but this, well, this was definitely something completely different. The being in front of him stretched and cracked its neck. The sound of crunching bones followed and it rolled its shoulders back and stood up straight.

“It’s been too long since I inhabited a body.”

It looked like you.

It sounded like you.

But it wasn’t you.

“Let y/n go.” Indy said through clenched teeth

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Why not.”

The being walked round the room, trailing a finger along the wall. ‘You’ looked down at your finger and grimaced.

“I see they forgot about me,” it sighed, “so much for eternal devotion.”

“Y/n believed in you. Why do you think we’re here.”

“Who?”

“Y/n L/n. The person whose body you’re inhabiting.”

“Oh,” ‘you’ looked down at your body, “it is a nice body. It’ll do me-”

“Give it back to its owner.”

“- for now,” ‘you’ finished sharply, “I don’t like being interrupted. Surely this… y/n would’ve told you that. After all, she is the expert in my legend.”

‘You’ sighed and spun around on your heels. The being looked down in disgust and picked at your skirt.

“I don’t think much of the clothes though,” it said, “I’ve clearly been away for far too long.”

“Look, just give y/n back and we’ll be on our way.”

‘You’ looked over with a raised eyebrow. You could never do that yourself and seeing you do that made Indy feel slightly uneasy.

“Alright, I’ll give her back-”

“Fantastic.”

“What did I tell you about interrupting? Not going to say anything? Good. I’ll give her back if you pass my test.”

“Your test? What is this test?”

“We already started it.”

The being giggled and clapped your hands. Indy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was probably best not to piss off a temperamental and clearly childish almost God-like being. Best to play along.

“So,” you hopped up the altar and kicked your legs, “why do you want her back.”

“Because she’s my friend.”

“Just a friend?”

“Yes.”

“She doesn’t think so.”

Indy, who had taken to pacing, paused. He glanced over his shoulder. ‘You’ had crossed your legs and was smirking at him. He didn’t like seeing that look on your face.

“What do you mean?” he asked

“I can see all her thoughts,” it said, “her history. Everything she worked towards and you right at the centre. Do you want to know what she thinks about you? How she really feels about you?”

Yes. Fuck, yes. Indy had been working with you for so long and that was the one question he couldn’t find the answer for. Usually he wouldn’t hesitate in going after someone but with you it was different. In the past he could always tell if someone reciprocated his feelings but with you he couldn’t tell. He didn’t want to ruin things with someone he worked so closely with. Working with you in the museum would be awkward if you did reject him.

Yes, he wanted to know. He wanted to know your feelings. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said,

“No.”

“No?”

The being was surprised.

“That isn’t for you to tell.”

“Hmm,” the being hopped off and walked slowly towards him, “you surprise me Doctor Jones. Very well, you can have your y/n back. I look forward to seeing your progress.”

The being gave him one last smile before your body shuddered. Your eyelids fluttered and you frowned.

“Jones?” you asked, “What- woah!”

You stumbled forward and Indy caught you just before you hit the floor. His grip on you tightened and he pressed his lips against the top of your head.

“Rest,” he said softly, “just rest.”

“But the-”

“Shh, try not to think about that right now.”

He sunk to the floor and half pulled you into his lap. You rested your head against his chest as Indy stroked the back of your head.

“Y/n.” he said eventually

“Yeah.”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 10/22/2024

rare tuesdaypost with no fallow sections. i CANNOT find the exact image i am looking for (mouse-drawn person sitting on bar stool with ankles crossed and blushing with eyelashes) but i feel like i found a lot of things this week that charmed me immensely. rare many such cases of many interests intersecting.

listening

almost exactly a year ago i wrote about jolynn j chin's SHIFTED, a piano jazz piece where the time signatures change on every bar, which came with an explainer video that is, spiritually, a physics video.

she's done it again with OFF TIME and a full album of equally bonkers concepts. i have a brain that is fairly good at manipulating 2D things (yarn, fabric) into 3D things but i do Not have this kind of math brain. wild shit.

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reading

thank you philip for overseeing the photography of this trio of DELILAH DIRK graphic novels from Tony Cliff. i saw these on the library shelf and went "holy shit i read one of these as a webcomic in high school".

very well-paced indiana jones and james bond adjacent pulp adventures, with a soupcon of steampunk conveyances for taste. delilah started life in 2007 when strong snappy female characters were far less common. this is particularly...not quite grating, but very notable in the first two books (published in 2013 and 2016 respectively). they are intended to be middle-grade (disney villain falling deaths, no tits or ass, etc), but they punch far above their intended age range. a particularly interesting reckoning with the long-suffering native guide trope. not a series overly concerned with historical accuracy, although it's certainly more grounded in real history than you might expect of a middle-grade pulp adventure graphic novel. more colonial political concerns than i remembered or expected.

the art is really killer in all three books. tony cliff really knows the effect of a good page turn spread.

he also has a very charming way of illustrating continuing action across a huge panel. all four shots are from The Pillars of Hercules (2018) bc it happened to be the last one i read and the one with by far the most ambitious art.

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watching

tubi has acquired the streaming rights to most of the batman animated movies. i keep getting served ads on instagram for an upcoming animated film about batman and the yakuza, where the premise is that a portal from real-life japan has opened up over gotham and the yakuza are pouring through like a demonic horde. this seems to be a sequel to batman ninja (2018, dir. Junpei Mizusaki)

Batman, along with his allies and adversaries, finds himself transported from modern Gotham City to feudal Japan.

batman ninja includes the lines:

I’m going to rule this country and turn it into a kingdom of monkeys and rewrite the history of the world!

and

What am I going to do with you, Batman? You’ve destroyed a perfectly good giant robot castle!

i would describe this as more of a feature-length animation showcase than anything else. the haters on letterboxed didn't even give it an average of 3 but that's bc they hate fun. this is some real weeb shit. this is not a grimdark or particularly thoughful batman entry. this is an entry to clap your hands in glee at the giant gundam vs monkey army fight. they have once again done my favorite comics boy jason todd dirty but what the fuck else is new.

so much fun even on just the like tree field guide level of identifying the six or seven animation styles. plus everyone's feudal japan looks are sick as shit.

was it Good? no. was i delighted at nearly every moment? fuck yeah.

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playing

EXCEPTIONALLY charming embroidery-based game jam game, Cross Stitched by Panzerr here for free on itch.io. made in godot. god bless.

(image from the developer) you've got your little baba yaga house gundam in the center constantly firing projectiles, and you have to keep these fucking birds back. you can WASD around the edges of the tapestry, and your health is in the top (i really love how it gets "ruined" dark chunks taken out of it as you lose health, like a piece of embroidery decaying) and the bottom black bar of motifs fills up as you make progress towards adding another level and another piece to your powerup level tapestry.

(following images from me) you do have to think about your placement and plan it out a bit, and you can't embroider over something you've already stitched. would not recommend surrounding your initial base damage motif with other motifs bc then you've sort of fucked yourself over. a really simple concept (a good bite size for a game jam) elevated by a very fun visual style and great music. really delighted me! i am so jaded by my time in the video game marketing mines that i forgot they can be fun actually!

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making

unphotographable: too many bugs in my house! tried to replace the weatherstripping on my front door and discovering that both the front door and the storm door were installed incorrectly and should probably be replaced.

in better news, the newest pathetic little waif in the office bathroom has been freshly neutered and will be going to a nice cushy indoor home next week-ish. whenever he is fully recovered. the most polite cat i have ever had in this carrier: did not piss, shit, or throw up.

KO'd by six cc's of various goops. poor man.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

three years too late {indiana jones}

plot: you haven't seen your ex-boyfriend, Indiana, in three years. you're settled once again, engaged to be married, but fate decides to throw the two of you together once more for old time's sakes.

character: indiana jones x plus size reader

Part of my Plus Size History Professor x Indiana Jones series and part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series!

Of all the things that could go wrong on your wedding day... This wasn't it. Of course, you had been taken hostage by some Germans who were scary and large and you had absolutely no idea what was going on. Your hands were tied behind your back, mouth gagged and ankles bound. Terrified wasn't the word to describe how you felt when you'd woken up to the sounds of booming laughter and unfamiliar accents. Your head pounded and you could smell a slight metal tang in the air so you could only assume you were bleeding - probably from the head.

You were in a dimly lit warehouse. There were boxes all around and... holy shit, there were a lot of guns, knives and different weapons. Your head whipped from side to side. There were three what looked like German soldiers sitting maybe thirty feet away, all facing away from you playing cards and smoking. If you could find something to cut the ropes, you could grab a gun and-

What the fuck am I thinking?! I don't know how to fucking shoot a fucking gun... It's my only chance.

Oh today was not meant to go this way at all.

You didn't know if anyone would be looking for you. Your soon to be husband surely would be but what if he thought you had fled the wedding? Why had you been kidnapped? You tried your hardest to think about where you were taken from. You were in the hotel about to head to the church... Oh my god, people were going to think you'd just ran away from your wedding and abandoned your future husband at the alter- but... you remembered you had tried your hardest to fight back. The memory was blurry and it hurt your head more to try and remember it but you remembered throwing a few things at your attackers and... ah.

They smashed your head into the mirror of the dresser before all went black. So that explains the head injury.

Surely, surely someone would see the carnage in the hotel room and realise that you didn't have 'cold feet' but instead you had been kidnapped. But why?

Arthur was a banker maybe they wanted money? But they were soldiers. Why the hell would soldiers kidnap you if not for a greater purpose? You didn't know. But you did know that Arthur, as much as he loved you, he wasn't very scary and wasn't very brave and there would be fat chance of him coming to save you. You didn't know if you could be saved. You didn't know where you were, didn't know who these men were but if you wanted a chance at getting to live the rest of your life, you would need to at least try. You looked down at your wedding dress, the once pristine dress was now in tatters at the bottom with dirt, grime and blood dripped onto it.

I need to get out of here.

Without making a noise, you began to search for something to cut the ropes with. It was hard to see in the dim light but you could see a pile of rubble and stone from the crumbling walls. Quiet as you could, you shuffled backwards to grab various rocks, feeling them in your hands to find a sharp edge until...

Bingo.

It was long and sharp. It would have to do. You manoeuvred it in your hands and began to saw the rope with the stone. It was going to take a while but if you could pretend to still be out cold, leaning against the wall, then maybe that would give you more time.

That was until one of the men happened to glance over his shoulder as you were checking on them. Fuck.

"Oh hello! She's awake!" He grinned with a clap, ditching the cards on the table as he stood and began to walk to you.

Quicker, you sawed at the rope, you were almost there. Your ankle bounds would have to wait, if you got your wrists free then that would just have to do. Almost there. He was maybe fifteen feet away. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, "What are you doing, woman?" He spat before he stopped in front of you and crouched.

With all of your might, and using your weight as an advantage, you screamed and leapt onto him. The shock threw him off balance and he toppled to the ground, hitting his head hard off of the concrete. You were running on sheer adrenaline, fighting for your life and your grip on the stone tightened before you brought it down hard, piercing into his neck. Blood sprayed everywhere and he lost consciousness within seconds.

It wasn't time to stop though. You were on auto-pilot, fight or flight, and it was all about survival. You weren't going to die today - not today.

His men were yelling, grabbing their weapons, and you quickly pulled his gun from its holster and pulled the safety down before shooting. Your first few shots didn't land but then the next two did. One in the shorter one's shoulder and then in the taller one's thigh. They weren't dead but it bought you time.

You rolled off of the soldier you were on and ducked behind a few of the boxes as the other two soldiers yelled for help. With trembling hands, you tore the bonds from your ankles and grabbed the gun again. Your heart hammered in your chest painfully. You jumped upwards and shot until the gun was empty. You chucked it at them too. You'd missed them both again.

More men flooded in through the open doors and sweet lord they had big guns. Darting off to the left, you grabbed what looked like a machine gun from the top of a box and began to shoot. It was loud and hurt your muscles with each shot but you managed to get a few men down...

Then it jammed.

"Fuck!" You shouted ditching the gun and running to hide behind some more boxes.

From the chaos you could hear their yells of, "Boss didn't say she would fight back!"

"Kill her!"

There was a lot of gunfire aimed for you which thankfully never got you but it was close. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you struggled to get a deep breath. Adrenaline coursed through your veins and you weren't thinking rationally, you were only thinking for survival. A few times, you heard bullets whizz by your body. Your head whipped from side to side and then you spied it; a round, green grenade. This was your last chance to get out of here. Your hand grasped it tightly and you began to yell that you were giving up, "Okay, okay! I surrender!" You had to yell it a few times until the gunfire ceased. Slowly, you stood up, hand hidden from view as you yelled your surrender again.

A gunshot rang and you instinctively leapt to the side but not before pulling the pin and launching the green grenade into the crowd. The bullet grazed your shoulder and you screamed out in agony but quickly, you scrambled upwards and ran as fast as you could to the open doors away from the crowd and then-

BOOM!

You were launched forwards in a blast of heat as the grenade blew. You landed painfully on your ankle but you were quick to get up and continue somewhat running. You weren't much of a runner ever but this was life or death and you wouldn't stop until you knew that you were safe.

As you left the burning building, some gunfire still sounding from behind you, you were blinded by headlights. You came to a stop, hand raising to see who it was. This is it, you thought, I'm going to die-

"(y/n)?!"

You squinted before you realised who it was. No fucking way. There he was still with that fedora, "Indiana?!" No way was your adventurer ex-boyfriend standing in front of you but right now was no time to catch up, "We need to go!"

You threw the car door open and bundled yourself and your now horrifically stained wedding dress into the car, slamming the door on the train and yelling loudly for him to hurry up and drive. Indiana did and just in time too as five soldiers all armed with large guns bounded from the warehouse doors. Indiana threw the car backwards and then zipped off, managing to avoid the gunshots aside from a back window being shot through.

"Why the hell are you wearing a wedding dress?!"

"Because it's my bloody wedding day!" You screeched over the roar of the engine. All of a sudden, you grew furious. Maybe it was the fear of the situation or the adrenaline or maybe just seeing him again after he disappeared and left you or maybe it was all of that combined.

Indiana faltered, head whipping between you and the road, "What?!"

"What?!" You shot back, "Did you never think I'd find someone else who wanted to marry me?!"

He rolled his eyes, returning his gaze to the road, "That's not what I meant and you know it!"

"Then what did you mean?!" You were angry. Why were you angry? You didn't care about Indy or what he thought about you anymore. It had been three years, three long years.

"I was surprised!" Indiana yelled, "I-I didn't think you'd move on that fast!"

"That fast?!" You hissed, turning to him, all of a sudden forgetting about the horrors that had just taken place moments ago and now replaced with sheer anger, "It's been three years, Indy!"

The man faltered, opening his mouth and then firmly shutting it, "It's not been three years," he muttered under his breath.

"It has!" You shot back, "I was twenty three and now I'm twenty six. It's been three years. You're three years too late, Jones! I've been with Archie for a year-"

"Archie?!" Indiana laughed loudly only causing your blood to boil even more so than it already was, "You're marrying a guy called Archie?!"

"Better than marrying someone who named himself after the family dog!"

That shut Indy up. You smirked triumphantly. He turned to you, eyes angry until he saw the blood dripping from your arm, "You got shot. You're hurt." Worry flashed on his face.

"I..." You trailed off and as you realised you were injured, the pain began to sink back in too, the adrenaline wearing off ever so slightly, "It's fine. Just grazed." You swatted his hand away, "Sore but just a flesh wound."

"You sound like me," Indy scoffed, "What the hell happened?"

"I got shot."

Indy rolled his eyes, "But why the hell were you fighting them? You could've gotten yourself killed!"

You looked down at your hands. The nail polish you'd had done especially for your wedding now chipped and dirty. "I didn't think anyone would save me," your voice was quiet all of a sudden, "I had to save myself."

Indiana sighed, "I promised you that I'd always save you and keep you safe."

The reality of it all was starting to hit you and your heart began to pound again as guilt flooded every single one of your senses. "I killed a man, Indy." You felt sick, "I shot a bunch and threw a grenade. I killed people, Indy. People with families-"

His hand found yours as he steered, "Hey," he said strongly, "self defence. You killed people you were going to kill you."

"But..." Your eyes met his and you let yourself breathe again, "Why me? Why did they-"

"To get to me," he said, eyes back on the road and hand letting go of yours, "They knew about us all those years ago-"

"But why target me again? Especially when we've moved on, I mean I'm getting married and I'm absolutely positive you don't still feel that way about me-" you looked at him and abruptly stopped talking when seeing the muscle in his jaw feather and the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, "... right?"

He gave the slightest shake of the head, "I was stupid to walk away from us." That was all he gave you before he pulled up the car into the side of the road, driving into shrubbery to try and disguise the car. He opened up the glove compartment and dug around, pulling out a flask, "Whiskey, drink it. It'll make the pain a bit better."

"You're getting me drunk?"

"Trust me, it'll help the pain."

You rolled your eyes but listened and drained the liquid which burned hot going down. You had tried to give it back to him but he insisted you finish the flask. It was disgusting but mere seconds after downing it, you could feel the pain turning fuzzy.

"We'll go on foot for a while," he said after you'd finished and began to get out the car.

"I-I don't think I can," you grumbled as you pulled yourself out of the car, "I landed funny on my ankle and- what the hell are you doing?! Put me down! Indiana Jones!"

Indy laughed as he scooped you up, ironically bridal style, before putting you over his shoulder so your head was on his back, "What?" He grinned, "It's not like I've never picked you up before... You're not too heavy, I promise. I've got you. This is the quickest way, okay? You gonna fight me on that cause I'll let you walk on a sprained ankle if you want."

You fell silent and allowed him to carry you. You remembered the first time he'd picked you up. You were terrified, squealing and almost in tears at the thought. You had been embarrassed in case he couldn't or in case he told you that you were heavy but to your surprise, he didn't complain, he didn't even let on that you were heavy. He was strong and he could handle you. Your eyes which had been avoiding him found him through teary eyes. Oh, Indy...

After around ten minutes, you started to feel sleepy, the traumas of what your body had gone through now taking its toll, but Indy kept pestering you with questions to keep you alert and awake, "So what's Arthur like then, eh?"

"Nice," you said groggily, "he's a banker."

"A proper job," he mused sardonically, "bet your dad's happy with that."

"Yeah... They like him."

"They never liked me much, did they?" He stared straight ahead never once looking at you.

You licked your lips, "They did when they thought we were both just Professors... They didn't when they found out your actually a bad ass adventurer who nearly dies every fortnight." Indy laughed.

He continued asking you questions, random ones about the wedding, about your life since the break up and then after a while he put you down on some rocks to have a break. He bent down, inspecting your arm and dug around in his satchel to find a bandage before wrapping it tightly around your wound, "Does it hurt?"

You nodded, feeling tipsy but okay, "Yeah but I'm being brave like you." Indy smiled, brushing your hair out of your face, inspecting your head wound, "They smashed my head into a mirror."

"I can see that," he murmured with a frown, "it's stopped bleeding so that's good."

You took the chance to look down at yourself before you began to erupt with a fit of giggles. Indiana blinked in surprise, asking you what was so funny, "Look at me!" You squealed, "What time is it?" You grabbed his wrist, squinting hard to look at the time, "5pm?! I should've been married four hours ago! And look at my dress!" The laughter was loud and musical. Indy even chuckled a bit, "And I was kidnapped! And- And the funniest bit- I killed people!" Indy's smile began to fall as your laughter grew into sobs, "It's my wedding day and- and I killed people!"

The sobs quickly turned into wailing and Indy bundled you into his arms, holding you tightly and shushing you. You hiccupped, "Funniest thing," you said against his chest, "I didn't even want to marry him- was just- hiccup - trying to get over you - don't love him - hiccup - love you instead."

And then, as quickly as you had started sobbing, you were sound asleep on his shoulder.

Indy let out a long breath, "Three years too late, huh?"

You could hear the running of water like a bath or a shower and you squinted. It was daylight outside. You sat up, wincing at the pain in your head, "Indy?" You called out, the events of the previous day coming back to you, "Indy is that you?"

"(y/n)?" A voice said, rushing from the other room, "You're okay!" Your heart sank as arms that weren't Indiana's wrapped around you, holding you and pressing kisses into your hair, "God, I've been so worried about you."

"Archie..." You forced a watery eyed smile.

His hands stroked your cheeks before pulling you in for a hug again, "I thought you'd gotten cold feet, left me and then- then me and your mom went to check the room and we saw it. It was awful, the way you'd been taken. I could've collapsed. We got the police but- they weren't very helpful at all. It was- It was when he called and told me where you were- I'm so glad-"

"Where is he?" You asked, cutting Archie off, "Where's Indy?"

Archie frowned, "He left. Oh honey, I'm so glad-"

"Where did he go, Archie?" There was something in your tone, a strength, a quiver of something that unsettled Archie.

"Why do you need to know?"

"I-I need to find him."

Archie shook his head, "You're probably still confused, the doctor said that could happen with the head injury. Just go to sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up, honey-"

You closed your eyes. What were you thinking? You had Archie, sweet, harmless Archie. Archie wouldn't put your life in danger, Archie wouldn't take you on adventures... Archie was bland but safe. You'd barely thought about Indy the last three years... But was that just a lie you told yourself to ease the guilt?

"(y/n)?"

You opened your eyes and forced a smile, "Sorry, you're right, just confused, Arch."

Relief flooded over Archie in that moment and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Your parents are in the hall, are you ready to see them?"

The rest of the day you spent recounting your story to your horrified parents and fiancé. You'd obviously missed out the parts where you killed people instead glossing over as you just happened to sneak by them all and you missed out the parts of yours and Indy's fight and him getting you drunk and your- your eyes widened. Your confession of love to Indiana Jones. Oh, fuck.

"I don't like that- that brute of a man but thank god he came to your rescue." Your mother grasped your hand, "Why on Earth were those men after you?"

"They weren't after me," you said quietly, "they were after Indy."

"Indy," Archie huffed under his breath.

"They knew that Indy and I had been together at some point so assumed I was still a weakness for him. Targeted me to get to him." You couldn't look any of them in the eye and instead focused on your chipped nail polish, "What, uh, what happened? Did he bring me here? I must've passed out, I don't remember..."

Archie swallowed and you knew that this was an uncomfortable situation for him to be in, "He got a hold of me through an operator. Told me briefly what had happened and told me he was bringing you here." You nodded and went to ask something else but Archie cut over you, "He was gone before any of us arrived here."

"Oh."

"Now that's enough of that," your mother said swiping at Archie and your father, "you boys go and get (y/n) something to eat and drink will you? Something filling and something sweet will do the trick." Archie went to refuse but your mother swatted him with her hand, "Go, go."

She was silent until the pair had left and the door clicked behind them, "You know I don't like the man, (y/n). You know when you were with him I was just terrified of this happening but-"

"You don't like Archie?"

She rolled her eyes, "Archie's fine. Him... Indiana."

You frowned.

"I was always so scared you'd end up getting hurt and yes, you did get hurt but even three years later, he comes to your rescue?" She sighed and dug around in her bag, pulling out a slightly crumpled up envelope with your name written on it, "He cares for you and I know that you still care for him. He left this for you. I promised Archie I wouldn't show you but..."

"Mom..." You took the letter, "I don't understand..."

She placed a hand on your cheek, "Whatever you decide, me and your dad will support you. You deserve true happiness; you don't deserve to just settle."

The door opened and you quickly tucked the letter under your pillow to welcome your dad and Arthur, "What've you two been chatting about?" Arthur said as he put a plate of food and snacks on your table.

"Oh, nothing," your mother said, giving you a secret smile, "Now, let's get you fed, hm?"

It was only hours later when your parents had left and Arthur had gone home to shower that you had the chance to read the letter. Your hands trembled with anticipation as you opened it before your eyes devoured every word.

Dear (y/n),

You're right, I am three years too late and this letter is definitely three years too late but... something you said yesterday made me think maybe I'm not too late. Maybe I've came back just in time.

I don't even know if you'll read this letter but on the off chance that you do, I wanted you to know how stupid I was to leave. I thought I was doing the right thing - the good thing - I thought I was keeping you safe but look at that... Three years later and nearly got you killed anyway.

My point is that seeing you again, being with you, seeing the life that you're about to have and realising that's the life I lost with you, it put things into perspective for me. I want to be with you. I know I'm not an easy man to love but you did a damn good job and I miss you. I'm sorry for screwing everything up and I wouldn't blame you if you hated me but what you said last night... please tell me I'm not too late. Please let me have another chance. I don't deserve one but god, (y/n), you're the only woman I've ever loved and I don't want to lose you again.

You can have your safe, simple life with him or you can come be happy with me and I promise you, sweetheart, I'll give you the world.

I leave to go on a trip to Egypt on Thursday. If I haven't seen you or heard from you by then, I'll know your answer and I'll never contact you again.

Eternally yours,

Indiana Jones

Tears dripped onto the paper as you read his letter over and over soaking in every word and then Archie walked back into the room carrying a bag of clothes and his face fell, "She gave you the letter..."

"I'm so sorry, Arch."

The next hour was spent with you both having the devastating conversation about it all. He was actually very understanding. He didn't blame you, didn't get angry. He was sad and he did ask you one time if you were absolutely sure and when you said you were sure, he didn't push anymore. He let you go. The pair of you spoke through logistics of it all. He would keep your shared flat, it had been his first after all. He would pack all of your things for them and leave them at your parents home as you were still injured so it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

"When you tell your parents what happened-"

Archie laughed, "It's fine, I'll tell them that with your injuries you developed amnesia and you can't remember me at all so it was the kindest thing for me to do." You laughed with him, hands still intertwined.

"I really am sorry, Arch. I thought I was over him for good and I saw him and... it's not fair to be with you if I still have feelings for him."

Archie sighed, "I understand, it's alright. I forgive you, (y/n)." That hurt most of all. A part of you had wanted him to hate you but having him understand hurt the most. You were glad you were on amicable terms but it sucked either way.

You didn't sleep that night. You tossed and turned, mind abuzz with everything that had happened and when 6am came and the nurse walked into your room, the first thing you asked was, "Can I be discharged now?" The nurse, an older woman with beady eyes and a raised eyebrow, told you that you'd need the doctor to examine you one last time before you could go.

It took around an hour for the doctor to come and see you and you were so impatient. He gave you a pill bottle full of antibiotics and another full of pain meds and then, with a final check, you were sent on your way.

You didn't need crutches, you just had to walk a bit slower but you were fine, it wasn't the worst sprain in the world. Archie had brought you a bag of clothes so you changed into something comfortable and he'd even brought your purse so you had cash for a taxi cab to get you to Indy's.

You knew the route to his like the back of your hand. It had been your home once upon a time. Rubbing your sweaty palms against your trousers, you tried your hardest to control your racing heart and quickened breath in the back of the cab. You were terrified to start again but you wanted this to work, you believed this would work. It had been three years - three years of growth, three years of learning; three years of bettering yourselves. You would've been on your way to Barbados with your husband had fate not intervened and now here you were, on your way to your ex-boyfriend's house to potentially rekindle things. Scared wasn't the word.

When the taxi pulled up outside the apartment complex, you felt sick. A part of you felt like just telling the driver to take you back to the hospital but you knew that was the fear talking. You paid your debt and began your climb to Indy's apartment.

With every step, your mind whirred and spun. What if he didn't want this anymore? What if he didn't feel the same? What if he changed his mind? What if-

You stopped.

You were stood in front of the familiar brown door with Jones on a small metal plate by the knocker. Slowly, you took a long breath and exhaled before lifting your hand and knocking on the door, "It's now or never."

It was a moment later when the door swung open and there stood Indiana, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. You could hear the shower still running in the back, "Oh-"

"(y/n)?"

"I-I got your letter," you squeaked, cheeks heating up from trying to avoid staring at his wet, toned torso, "I... It's not too late."

Indy grabbed your bag from your hand and ushered you into his apartment. It was exactly the same as you remembered, a little more clutter but - you breathed in deeply - it smelled the same; coffee and parchment. You turned to him, breathless in his hallway, but you didn't have the chance to speak before he was kissing you hard on the mouth, bag discarded to the side. You melded into the shape of his lips. God, you missed him. Your hands snaked around him, gripping onto his muscles for dear life as he pushed you up against the wall.

All too soon, he was pulling away, "I missed you," he panted, forehead pressed to yours, "I fucking- Thank you for coming back... I-I... I won't fuck up again, (y/n). I'm in this one hundred percent, I'm yours."

You kissed him again but it didn't last long before he was tugging you away, "Where are we going?"

"I was in the middle of a shower... Care to join me?"

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 9

Propaganda:

Shinpei -

"Has a tendency to ignore his emotions in high stress situations in favor of looking at everything logically, even when it is detrimental for him to take that approach. Keeps meticulous track of everything that happens around him."

Sunny -

"Sunny has been told that his face is not expressive. He doesn't talk a lot and he often gets lost into his imagination. He is a great listener and recalls a lot of information being told he has a great memory (he is able to remember a whole speech about flower symbolism that his friend told him) He is compared to a cat."

Yuki -

"He has difficulty communicating with other people and suffers from extreme social anxiety, feeling like he's drowning when placed in uncomfortable social situations or scenarios where she doesn't know how to respond. This also causes him to go red in the face and clench his jaw, which other characters wrongfully interpret as him becoming angry. Through meeting Haru (and getting pulled into his plan to save the world), he becomes friends with him and Natsuki and develops his own strong interest in fishing."

Meursault -

"not only is he based on the character from camus' l'étranger who has actual scholarly debate on him being autistic, meursault is just… so autism. hes this stoic, terse guy with resting bitch face who doesnt really seem to fully process that he isnt showing any emotions and that that offputs people, and hes very blunt and literal with things. once another character asked if he had metal for brains as an insult and he responded by telling him the exact chemical composition of his brain to show that it is not metal. once the other characters made food so bad that when he tasted it he went on a minute straight long monologue about how much it sucked. he then proceeded to cook his own food which the giant evil chicken monster man that was judging the food tasted and said was so intensely done to the letter of the recipe that it was too boring. hes like if autism was a guy and that guy was french."

Zack -

"does things based almost solely on whether or not he wants to, at one point in the series, he doesn't tell the rest of the cast that he can fly a spaceship because he doesn't feel like it. he also take everything everyone else tells him seriously, such as when another character he knew as a kid said they were going to get married one day, he took it very seriously and was confused when said character tried to confess her feelings again and he said he thought their promise from when they were kids was still on."

Joujirou -

"This boy is autism incarnate. No social skills, no normal pain perception, complete weirdo. He even has a special interest which becomes a mild issue when he joins the main cast lol."

Alus the Star Runner -

"He’s a three-armed wyvern gunslinger with cool goggles and a lightsaber. Need I say more? …Okay then. Alus was born as a mutant cripple and rejected by his kind but managed to overcome this and rise up to become Flying Reptile Indiana Jones. He’s famed as the greatest adventurer in the land, but also struggles to keep up a conversation and prefers to remain on his own (which is especially unusual for wyverns, who usually gather in giant flocks). He has exactly one (1) friend, whom he completely fails to understand as a person but still values and respects immensely. Despite his difficulties with social interaction, he’s repeatedly shown to be incredibly resourceful and intelligent, with a single-minded drive and persistence unmatched by anyone else in the series. (Also canonically asexual, because who needs a family when you can fight dragons perfectly well on your own?)"

Mamoru -

"the ORIGINAL autistic magical boy."

Shizuka -

"he's the most emotionally intelligent & mentally stable member of the cast & he's in love with the least emotionally intelligent & most emotionally volatile character ever. he's constantly got the vibe of looking into the camera like he's in the office while he's dealing with everyone else's bullshit. he's so steadfast & loyal that it makes me want to cry. he's so bad at expressing himself in a way that other people understand that for the longest time the boy he's in love with thinks that Doumeki doesn't even like him."

Idia -

"He’s a shut-in weirdo with long messy hair, a sleep deprived look in his eyes, and one of the few students to have a hoodie as part of his school uniform. He’s a prodigal tech genius with the vibes of burn out and depression. He’s usually quite meek around people, but when he clicks with a conversation topic, he gets all energetic and fired up and sometimes a bit haughty too. To avoid going out of his room and interacting with people face to face, he invented a mobile tablet with text to speech. He stays up all night playing video games and while he has trouble with IRL relationships, he’s made a genuine friend out of one of his gaming buddies (who he doesn’t realize is actually one of his classmates). He stans an idol group and once got into a hacking war against some dorm mates over it. He rebuilt his dead brother as a robot who has become somewhat of a therapist to him. The only reason he went out on a holiday vacation with school acquaintances is due to the location being featured in an anime, then bonded with the one guy’s grandma when he realized his favorite girl was based on her. For the Halloween celebration, he convinced his dorm to theme themselves after his favorite B horror movie, constantly infodumping to people about it and going all out in recreating the special effects. In Book 5, he has a minor background arc of being forced to do public speaking. In another Halloween event, he was forced to be a back-up singer and managed to pull through despite the social anxiety. He’s the most autistic student in all of Night Raven College and possibly in all of Twisted Wonderland too."

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 4

a/n: Part 4 got split into 2 because it was too long. 

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 900 ish

Summary: Jake gets many things to think about.

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You groan in confusion. Something is ringing and it takes time for your half asleep brain to recognize that it is your phone. You reach for it blindly and open your eyes enough to make sure you are hitting the green accept button before answering with a mumbled hello.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” Jake's voice is altogether too chipper for you. “Did I wake you?”

You just groan back. “What time is it?” 

“It is just after 9:00.” You could hear the smile in his voice. It figures that he was a morning person. “The morning is almost over, how did you sleep?”

“Not long enough,” you tell him. “It’s a bold move to call someone in the morning on a Saturday,  I need my beauty sleep.” You can hear him laughing through the phone and it makes you smile even though you haven't had your morning coffee. 

“You’re already beautiful.” He sounds positively giddy.  “And we have to plan our date tonight.” 

“I’m seriously reconsidering it,” you say, groaning as you stretch. “I didn't know you were a morning person, it might be a deal breaker for me.”

“Nonsense, you are just saying that because you can’t hit me with a pillow for waking you up.” His voice lowered. “If I was there I would have a much better way to wake you.”

“I’m not awake enough for that kind of talk.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “I was thinking you would pick the dress code and I would plan the activities.”

You frown, your brain still feels sluggish, “What if I pick a ball gown and you plan a day hiking? I can’t hike in heels.”

“What?” You can hear the confusion in his voice. “No, you tell me what you are going to wear and I will match you and plan an activity based on what we will be wearing.”

“Oh,” you can hear him laughing. “Shut up, I'm still half asleep. So if I said evening gown what kind of night would I be in for.”

“Me in my dress whites at the fanciest restaurant I can get a reservation at.” You can hear the sound of him shifting through the phone. “Honestly that will be the toughest one to swing.”

“What about a bathing suite,” you ask.

“San Diego has lots of beaches.”

“If I dress like a cowboy?” 

“Have you ever rode a horse?” He asks.

“No, but it could be fun.” You tell him, “I have cowboy boots.”

“Let's save that one for a later date.”

“What about if it was business casual?” You are trying to think about other modes of dress.

There is a brief pause, “I’ll have to get back to you on that one.”

“An Indiana Jones costume?”

“Museum, or a historical site.”

“A Miss Frizzle costume?”

“The science center.”

“What about—.” 

Jake cuts you off abruptly. “You are just listing Halloween costumes you have in your closet aren't you?” 

“Yeah, and you are right it's probably best we save the role play for another day,” you agree. “What if I wear lingerie?”

Jake inhales sharply and you grin. “I will not know if you wear lingerie,” he sighs, “because I am a gentleman and you are a lady and it is our first date, but thank you for the visual.”

“Ok, just wanted to make sure you have something to think about.” Teasing Jake has woken you up and you are looking forward to later today. “How about I wear the standard jean shorts and a t-shirt to keep our options open for the date.”

“Ok, I will plan for that, do you want to meet me there? I can pick you up so where we are going will be a surprise, but I don’t know if you are comfortable giving me your address yet.” He sounds hesitant and unsure, not wanting to overstep and you roll your eyes. Five minutes ago the man was suggesting he would wake you up with sex if he was here. 

“Jake, we spoke for a half hour over two months ago and you stalked every library in San Diego until you found me, and I still gave you my number, I'll text you my address, surprise me.”

After finalizing your plans for the afternoon you stop Jake before he hangs up the phone. “You know, Jake, I’m impressed.”

“Why?” He already knows you well enough to have a slightly suspicious tone in his voice at your cheeky statement.

“We have been on the phone for well over ten minutes now.” You can't stop the grin on your face. “You know I am still in bed and you haven't once asked what I’m wearing.”

His voice sounds strained when he responds. “Kisses, I’m a gentleman.”

“Sure you are,” you agree blithely. “Just so you know it's an oversized university t-shirt with bleach marks and a big chocolate ice cream stain from when I fell asleep watching Bridgerton.” You quickly add, “don’t worry I didn’t get any ice cream on the couch.”

“I am relieved to hear that,” he deadpans. “Your upholstery was my greatest concern.”

“I knew it would be, I am also wearing rainbow unicorn shorts that are way too big and fall off when I’m walking if I don’t tie them tight enough, they also have pizza stains from when I dropped pizza on my lap.” You can hear him laughing. “I just wanted to give you a visual,” you say. “You know, give you something to think about.” 

“Goodbye Kisses,” he laughs, “I’ll see you later.” You smile to yourself after saying your own goodbyes. Talking to Jake was worth the early morning wake up call.

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my full complete list of dvds/vhs'

nosferatu (1922)

casper (1995)

28 days later (2002)

the wizard of oz (1939)

e.t. (1982)

terminator 2: judgement day (1991)

the hunger (1983)

a nightmare on elm street 3: dream warriors (1987)

the faculty (1998)

forbidden planet (1956)

hook (1991)

willy wonka & the chocolate factory (1971)

jurassic park (1993)

the beast from 20,000 fathoms (1953)

creature from the black lagoon (1954)

tarantula (1955)

the day the earth stood still (1951)

abbot and costello meet frankenstein (1948)

abbott and costello meet the mummy (1955)

witchfinder general (1968)

the adventures of young indiana jones (1999)

eve's bayou (1997)

ugetsu (1953)

the man who knew too much (1956)

the phantom of the opera (1925)

alice sweet alice (1976)

gallery of horror (1967)

dream no evil (1970)

house of the living dead (1974)

the clown murders (1976)

dracula's daughter (1936)

misery (1990)

my world dies screaming (1958)

night of the living dead (1968)

return of the jedi (1983)

boardinghouse (1982)

lake placid (1999)

almost famous (2000)

thelma & louise (1991)

flashdance (1983)

harry potter & the philopsopher's stone (2001)

blazing saddles (1974)

stripped to kill (1987)

legend of the werewolf (1975)

the parent trap (1961)

the mummy (1999)

fried green tomatoes (1991)

zodiac (2007)

princess mononoke (1997)

the thing (1982)

erin brockvich (2000)

friday the 13th (1980)

the strangers (2008)

final destination 3 (2006)

from dusk till dawn (1996)

event horizon (1997)

tron: legacy (2010)

the ring (2002)

paranormal activity (2007)

crimson peak (2015)

scream 3 (2000)

scream 2 (1997)

fatal attraction (1987)

twister (1996)

cape fear (1991)

goodnight mommy (2014)

the stepford wives (1975)

pretty woman (1990)

funny girl (1968)

sister act (1992)

the game (1997)

the outsiders (1983)

girl interrupted (1999)

the terminator (1984)

the crow (1994)

interview with the vampire (1994)

the orphan (2009)

it (1990)

carrie (1976)

the innkeepers (2011)

hansel & gretel: witch hunters (2013)

the changeling (1980)

trick 'r treat (2007)

the matrix (1999)

gattaca (1997)

cruel intentions (1999)

jaws (1975)

dazed and confused (1993)

the mummy (1932)

manhunter (1986)

valentine (2001)

[fryingpan1234567]

guys the 141 is flying to Disneyland

(hear me out)

Price, for someone’s birthday (probably Gaz’s if we’re honest with ourselves), takes the squad to Disney for a few days. Now these grown ass battle-hardened absolute units of men… are fucking ecstatic. Even Ghost. Especially Gaz and Soap, who literally Did Not Shut The Fuck Up about it all the way from the announcement up until they were there, and then they were speechless.

Anyways, a compilation of things that happened:

Ghost was mistaken for the Winter Soldier because of the mask and all-black tact fit and eyeliner by a group of middle schoolers who then demanded a picture

Soap got glitterbombed during a parade and had sparkles in his mohawk for the rest of the day

Price lost his hat to the Matterhorn somewhere in the cave system, meaning it was virtually unretrievable 

Gaz got jumpscared by the fake sharks on the Finding Nemo submarine ride

Soap ate a total of twelve bags of cotton candy over the course of a three day trip

They all spent more on merch than the fucking plane tickets💀

Ghost and Gaz had a pretty epic lightsaber fight, red vs green, in the dark in Galaxy’s Edge so all the lights in the background were on it was DOPE‼️

Price was forced to wear Mickey ears OVER his replacement hat so it folded over the top of his head like a weird reverse Captain taco

Soap got WAY into the Indiana Jones ride and almost got thrown out of the jeep like six times

Same with Gaz and the Pirates of the Caribbean one

Ghost going speechless in awe of the immersion of the Star Wars rides

They all vow to never speak of what happened on the Guardians/ Tower of Terror ride, because no one was actually sure who screamed the loudest.

Soap tried to fight Donald Duck and had to be dragged away by Price before he traumatized the crowd of watching children

Even though he still had a half-face black mask on, Ghost let Soap and Gaz drag him into getting matching face paint

Gaz had a Princess and the Frog themed outfit one of the days and PHEW

Ghost went back home with two pairs of ears: a Jack Skellington one and the sparkly purple one that has a unicorn horn and rainbow train behind it

Also the others convinced him to wear a Mickey Mouse shirt over his hoodie one of the days

I can’t express how much they all fucking lived for the Cars ride (it’s because it’s simply the best one ANYWAYS)

Soap being thoroughly distracted by Ghost and his see-through shirt after they did Splash Mountain and got soaked

The fucking contrast between Price getting some kind of whisky situation that’s just brown but in a cool cup from a bar in Galaxy’s Edge and then Gaz finding some god-awful multicolored milkshake that’s a foot and a half tall and 30% whipped cream

Anyways the serotonin is REAL please ask me to do other characters or continue this I just think the cod boys deserve to go to Disney every once in a while

[fieldsofwriting]

What would each of the Foam bachelors/ettes cast would dress as for Halloween?

oh my gosh this is such a fun request!! I did my best with what we’ve had so far! I haven’t made it to Fall just yet in my game so I hope you enjoy!

Adeline: She is ether super last minute to the point where she has to have a basic (but still cute!) costume of like- black cat. You know where you get the kitty ear headband and dollar store tail and draw on whiskers. Simple and cute! Or- she has meticulously planned and designed an entire group outfit and they are so fashionable it’s almost insane.

Balor: His first year in town? He probably didn’t do anything special. But I can see him doing something simple at first. But slowly getting more confident as his time in the town grows. I think he’d go as a couple different things. A pirate (always a slut for the slutty pirate shirt), his d&d character, or himself but say he’s a rouge.

Eiland: Indiana Jones. I’m sorry, I know cliche but he would fuck that shit up so good. He would also use it as an excuse to talk about the museum or his findings with all the ancient stuff. Or, or hear me out- dragon. He’d totally try and go for a dragon look.

Celine: I think she’d be roped into a group costume with ether Adeline, or her family. Not by force!! I think she’d be happy to do matching and be part of a set. But if she had to go solo? I know Sailor Moon and She-ra doesn’t exist here, but definitely something of that origin. Whatever Mistria’s version of a strong female lead. She’s go as that.

Hayden: Listen. He knows it’s cliche but he’s going as the farmer and letting Henrietta shine as the real star in whatever costume she wants. He is simply the means to show her off. Or, I could see him doing a matching costume- again with Henrietta. Anything for his girl.

Juniper: She’d be the type to ether go all out, or just say fuck it and not do anything. If she’s going all out, she’s decked out as a full blown witch, Dozy is her companion dressed up like a werewolf or vampire. She probably does a haunted bathhouse.

March: If they can convince him to do a costume, he’d go all in. He has to be the best at everything- including his costume. He’d probably go as something classic like a zombie, or a horror movie guy but go all out. I don’t think he’d do anything super scary though, he’d hate to scare the littles.

Orlic: (I know he’s not a bachelor but he should be. He’s so stupid and I wanna kiss him about it.) He’s going as a rock. :3

Ryis: This one’s tough, i’m not sure what he’d go as. If I had to pick something I think he’d be a fairytale prince. Something about his soft, caring demeanor screams ‘woodland animals want to sit on his shoulders. Women would do wild shit to be with him.’ vibes.

Valen: I think she’d dress up as something simple. She strikes me as the type of lady who would prefer passing out candy to dressing up honestly. So I can see just putting on a witch hat, or a pair of ears. She’d also definitely tell the kids “remember to bruh your teeth and eat extra veggies tonight!” because of all the candy.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! This was so much fun to think about! And as always-

Requests are open!! Send in your ideas today!! :3