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cu7ie · 1 year ago

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How big you think toman boys dicks are?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡`₎ა excellent question.

cw; cock convention (you'll see), talk about dicks and balls at length. minor mentions of sex alongside.

hey I'm a 'bigger is better' kinda guy, so this is a biased as fuck list. Also this is basically a dick disambiguation, a dong dissertation; look @ me doing what no one asked for (with much love ofc).

In my mind, body, heart and soul I want to say Sano Manjiro is slanging serious cock.

I don’t know if it’s because I am devastatingly aroused by this man or what, but baaabes the way I want to say he has a thick, fat eight incher broooo.

But I'm going to be so real, I don’t honestly think it’s that big. It's definitely longer than average; a nice six inches and thicker around the middle, got good weight to it, flushed a pretty peach pink and slightly crooked. He leans left and sticks out (points forward) when he's hard.

MANJIRO HAS HUGE NUTS. Spiritually and sexually. He has a nice tight sack so it feels like you're holding a weighted pouch; overall, pretty penis. Would suck it, would fuck it, good allrounder. He is uncircumcised.

Second-in-command Ken Ryuguji got a lil sumn sumn he's working with, too. The thickness of his dick is pretty standard, but the boy has length. He's reaching up into places you didn't even know things could go; discovering new constellations with the way he's making you see stars.

He's a healthy 7.4 inches (and yes I am giving them decimal sizes, bite me) with a smooth ball sack (that hangs, mind you) because Draken takes care to groom himself regularly. He indulges in a little bush above his cock, but likes to keep it nice and pretty for the ladies and the gentlemen. He’s pale as opposed to pink, with a little ridge, or vein rather, that runs along the underside of his shaft. It isn’t crooked, doesn’t lean one way or the other. Draken is circumcised.

Takemichi Hanagaki has a pretty typical penis - groomed but not overly so, uncircumcised. He’s at a standard 5 inches, just shy of five n’ a half. It’s adorable, the way it sticks straight up when he’s hard, getting angrily red at the tip as precome dribbles down the head.

Takemichi has cute nuts. They are dainty and a little hairy.

Keisuke Baji is so close to having the whole 7 inches. He stops short at about 6.9, with dark wiry black hair surrounding the base, trimming very very occasionally. It’s heavy and bobs up against his stomach whenever he’s horny. He’s also uncircumcised. His penis is a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, and its slightly redder when he’s fully hard.

What you gotta watch out for is how thick it is! Bro can plug you up without issue, stretches holes with absolutely no problem, proper prep is mandatory just so you don’t wind up all loosey goosy when he’s finished with ya. His balls are a tad smaller than average, nestled cutely beneath a big ol’ bully.

Kisaki Tetta has a small dick. It’s barely 4 n’ a half; bro probably has pebbles for nuts idk. He is extremely well groomed, almost to the point of obsessive trimming and sometimes hair plucking. The enigma that is Kisaki Tetta’s genitals is most accurately referred to as a ‘chode’. The most notably girthy penis, as though to offset its uh .. longitudinaly challenged nature.

It’s cute I guess. Would look the cutest with a bow on it. Circumsized. Not tanned like the rest of his skin, a little awkwardly pale actually.

Pah-chin and Peh-yan, have roughly similar dicks. Pah-chin’s is chubby and about five inches, Peh-yan’s is a little skinnier and a little longer but not by much. Neither of them really overly care for grooming - but Pah-chin gets on the band wagon first after he meets his girlfriend (eventual wife). Peh-yan is a classic rebel w/o a cause, shaves but can’t do it well so he has some velcro feeling deal. Feels like handling a cactus.

Pah-chin has fat balls.

Peh-yan does not. But he has a very noticable curve to his penis; it bends to the left. Neither of them have been circumsized.

Single mother Mitsuya’s dick looks so pretty & perfect that you’re so jealous he doesn’t put himself on display for the world to see. He’s about 6.4 inches, with a juicy vein that appears on one side (left) whenever he’s about to cum. His dick is generally the same shade as the rest of him, but the tip is flushed the cutest red, a silver prince albert adorning his cock - absolutely fine piece of jewlery.

A uniform thickness up down n all around, nice succulent balls that fit perfectly in your mouth, uncircumsized. You can’t miss with that one.

Shuji Hanma is intimidating off of his size alone. He’s on the skinnier side, but the eight mouth-watering inches he whips out of his pants would make any whore scramble to close their legs. It has a bit of a taper, thickest at it’s base and getting slightly narrow toward the head. It’s a little crooked.

A man who cares a lot about style, he maintains a thick but very neat and symmetrical bush. His balls fit pretty snugly in the palm of your hands. They’re a little wrinkly, but not the worst you’ve ever seen.

Those bitches hang. Whenever he fucks the pap pap sound of his balls clapping the back of your ass is so prevalent its a little hypnotizing and disorienting. Hanma is circumsized.

Mean Mr. Muto Yasuhiro is probably the biggest you’ve seen out of the line up. He stands at a polite eight point four, and though slightly bigger than Hanma he is thicker by a decent amount. Any partner of Muto’s often has trouble finding someone who can stack up - after he pounds the shape of his dick into them, nothing else can satisfy. He has an uncircumsized dick and enough foreskin that he has a noticeable hood. He shears himself all the way down, not a bush or even a lick of hair above his dick. He doesn’t do much with his balls besides trim them. Muto has a nice pair of huevos - they look like two larger than average eggs.

Chifuyu has a cute dick, but the size he’s working with is pretty common. He’s five and some odd inches, a little skinny at the base but thick at the top. He has a very nice cockhead, perfectly shaped like a mushroom cap, looks like it might be fun to suck on. When it’s hard it bounces up against his stomach, raring to go.

I personally believe Nahoya has dick game on 100, but isn’t packing never before seen heat. He’s just shy of six inches, typical thickness…

His balls look nice. He’s uncircumsized but has a very minimal amount of foreskin, a nicely rounded cockhead and a slight upward curve that can really make a bitch arch their back y’kno?

Hakkai has a big ol’ dick he’s too embarassed to do anything with. He’s seven in a half inches and worries exponentially about breaking his partners in half. The boy has girth, he’s trying to have fun, not put his honey in a hospital bed. Hakkai isn’t really wise to all that manscaping biz, but he doesn’t grow much hair down their naturally.

His dick so heavy that it hangs down low, and honestly he’s a little embarrassed about his size. The apprehension in his partners eyes, something about it squeezes his heart in the least pleasant of ways. Phat nuts obviously (this is me we’re talking about) that rest very snugly beneath his cock. Circumsized.

Souya doesn’t think his dick is anything special because he has 0 frame of reference - what’s average, what’s small. He’s definitely bigger than average, a healthy 6.7 inches with fat nuts full of cum to boot. It’s really nice. Well proportioned, mouth watering kind of cock - with a curly little nest of hair. Emphasis on little - Souya appreciates good hygiene.

His dick is really sensitive too. Handjobs can turn him into a whiny mess, never mind a warm mouth or a wet hole. Uncircumsized.

Sanzu has a nice seven inches, on the skinny side and wholly pale like the rest of his body. He really doesn’t know how to handle the thing, awkward instead of suave, mostly worried about getting the sensation without paying mind or merit to how to angle it to make you moan like how those pornstars he’s seen do. It frustrates him to no end, but he’s also stubborn and doesn’t like being instructed - just prefers you take it and not complain. He is circumsized.

Last but not least, Kazutora. He’s not coming out on top, but he’s decently thick all around - not as thick as Baji but by heavens and lords above he knows how to use it. He actually prefers blowjobs to some extent so he can see and hear you gag - makes him feel much bigger. He has unremarkable balls. They exist, nothing to write home about. He has really soft hair, so when he’s ramming his cock down your throat, you don’t feel like you’re kissing a cactus - which is a nice change of pace.

He’s about 6.3 inches, and is uncircumcised.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev headcanons #🌩️ L1GHTN1NG_STRIKE5.pdf

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aliteral-ghost · 3 months ago

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This writing piece was inspired by this art by @azaleastobloom, mostly the pose used and their name for e!False (obsessed, by the way) and also @theminecraftbee's vault hunters aufest fic for the idea of children in the vaults in the first place. Lmao I had fun.

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She’s so much smaller than you remember. This only reaffirms the doubts you had earlier, about taking a child into a Vault. Companions make it dangerous enough, always underfoot, and making them a child will only muddy things more.

She looks at you, all spindly arms and legs, and you realize with a jolt of horror that this is not you. See, Iskall had said this event (special for today!) was in an attempt by the Vault Gods to allow the players to reconnect with their inner child, by forcing every hunter to play with themselves as a child. But something must have gone wrong in the portal, somehow, because although those eyes (just barely a shade darker) are not your own you recognize them.

You and your twin are not identical, of course, close enough that the untrained eye wouldn’t notice, close enough that you were able to pass as one person for nearly ten years, but you are not identical. And this is not you, sitting folded up as if origami. You were never this lanky. You caught up to her as you grew older, but she shot up first.

“Vera?” You ask slowly, using the name that she would have known at this age. “Uh… hi?”

She widens her eyes at you, in surprise or maybe fear. You don’t look the same as you did at this age, face longer and with no baby fat, taller, wearing strange armor that covers your eyes and face.

“Do you know where we are?” She asks, and you almost laugh. Of course she wouldn’t know. Her eyes are wild, terrified, looking around at the Vault room and hallway that leads off it as if trying to find an exit. There won’t be one, of course, there won’t be one until (as the popup at the edge of your vision says) you collect enough elixir. Should be easy enough.

“We are in a Vault,” you say slowly. “You were meant to help me get out, although I’m not sure Iskall thought this through very well.”

She-Vera-is still sitting on the ground, having chosen to fold her legs up to her chest and hug them. That’s something you recognize, a sign that she is very much not interested in moving from this spot, thank you very much, and that it will take physical force to move her from the tiny ball she’s wrapped herself in.

You are not interested in picking her up like a sack of potatoes, because that feels dangerous to do in a Vault with many many mobs and a child (and you have strong words to say to Iskall later about this, because who thought it would be a good idea), so you sit next to her, cross-legged. The timer hasn’t started yet, thank goodness, because neither of you have left the portal room, so you have all the time in the world. Hopefully no one questions how long it takes you to get out.

Vera looks at you, long bangs nearly covering her eyes. Her hair is longer than you ever remember it being, before you became one person. She never liked having long hair, cutting it short whenever she got the chance to. You were the opposite, and your hair has stayed long throughout all your life. It is, even now.

“I’m sorry I’m not brave,” she says quietly. “My sister is brave. She would be better to have here.”

You swallow hard, trying to think of what to say to comfort her. You are not the person for the job. “I know for a fact you can be-you will be very brave,” You say. You’ve fought a lot with Vera, over the years, and she just gets bolder. “And right now you are the only one that can help me get through this Vault. But you have to get up, because I’m not interested in carrying you through it.”

She just keeps looking at you, eyes narrow and calculating. Vera was always thinking, you remember that. She did enough thinking for the both of you. That thinking caught up to you, of course, when she got out of control. She was always half a step ahead, and you had to run twice as fast to keep up. You’re sure Vera is still thinking, wherever she’s ended up.

“What if I can’t, though?” She asks. “What if… you die?” Her eyes go wide, and you’re reminded of just how small she is.

“I won’t,” you say. “Not forever, at least. That’s what makes it fun.”

Vera curls up further on herself, and you scoot closer, wrapping your arms around her like you used to as a child. She fits better, now that you’re finally taller. “Brea?” Vera whispers. You freeze at the sound of your given name, one you haven’t used in years.

“Yeah,” you say. “I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m so… so sorry.” If you apologized to her now, wherever she is, she wouldn’t accept it. That’s part of the reason why you haven’t. But Vera just tucks her head deeper into your chest and takes a deep breath.

“I know,” Vera says. “I’m sorry, too.” Her voice sounds stronger, older, as if she is possessed by the older version of herself, even though you can feel she’s still smaller than you.

The pair of you sit there for a bit longer before you stand, extending a hand. Vera has uncurled a bit, legs tentatively splayed in front of her, and she takes it, standing for the first time. You take her through the Vault, cautiously leading her to all the spawners and ore rooms and treasure rooms you might need, until you’ve fully collected the elixir you need and have found a lodestone.

“I don’t think you can go back with me,” you say to her. “I’m not-not sure where you’ll go, what time magic has been placed on these Vaults that allowed… this, but I don’t think it’ll be with me.”

Vera nods, standing up straight, hands clasped. “I know,” she says, quiet. “That’s what I thought.”

You walk towards her, wrap her in an embrace that you both relax into. It’s a hug that you haven’t felt in a long, long time. She’s so much smaller than you remember.

#falsesymmetry #vault hunters #hermitcraft #i guess?? it's kinda mentioned #second person narration #i can be normal i can be normal i can be normal #hhhhhhhhh #also false's given name (brea) is a basic shortening of the irish word for false (according to google translate) which is bréagach #i anglicized it terribly sorry ive made fun of the english in penance #kid fic #technically?#i also know next to nothing about vh we're runnin on vibes

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xenaisnumber1 · 6 months ago

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Legend of Korra Rant incoming so buckle in

Every time I attempt to rewatch the series, I'm reminded yet again that Mako ruined the series. Any scenes with him in it is ruined because of what an emotional abusive sack of shit he is and because I'm reminded that people still think this soulless garbage is a hero.

Let's go through the reasons for why he's garbage.

He doesn't give a fuck about his brother. People defend him using the fact he took care of his brother after his parents died to pretend he's an amazing dude and that him and Bolin have an amazing relationship. So amazing that he warns Bolin off of Korra because he was jealous despite Mako rejecting her then when he finds out about Bolin having a date with her, he confronts Korra as if she did something wrong. They kiss and when Bolin sees them, he then blames Bolin for having feelings for Korra. Then when he finds out that Bolin told Asami about the kiss he blames his brother. Man he's such a loving brother isn't he? FYI Bolin still acts like he's a great brother through the entire series. Not to mention how the trash bullies Bolin the entire series. He continuously dismissed Bolin's feelings to make himself look better, he's always screaming at Bolin about something like when Bolin is using Pabu to free the trash's useless ass. Bolin is the only useful one of the two. His earthbending and later lavabending actually helps throughout the series unlike Mako's useless firebending and the ligteningbending the writers forget about until they need to make him look heroic. Asami makes better use of electricity than the trash does. Take the trash out and you lose nothing but horrid abusive relationships between Mako and Asami and Mako and Korra. What a loss that would be. There's also the fact that they had a funny, sweet guy that was interested in Korra and the writers put her with the abusive trash who treats his brother like trash. Gotta love those healthy heterosexual relationships am I right? Can't have two women kiss on scene but we can have Mako emotionally abuse the female characters because he's a cis het dude and can get away with it.

Now let's go to Korra. That sack of shit is trash to Korra the first time they meet for no reason at all and when Korra expresses interest in him, he rejects her. But when she has a date with Bolin, the trash attacks her for it as if he has any say in anyone she dates. But then the sack of shit starts to date Asami. So apparently he doesn't want to date Korra but he'll make damn sure no one else will date her. She's nothing but a possession to him. But do you know what really made me want to explode. When Korra finds out that Asami's father was a terrorist, the heartless garbage had the balls to accuse Korra of being so petty and jealous over his worthless ass that she would accuse a man of being a terrorist. And when it was revealed she was right, the spineless sack of shit deflected responsibility yet again by saying it was hard to believe that the man whose wife was killed by a firebender would hate benders. And the shit writers want us to believe that he was such a genius they needed him to become a detective to make him relevant the rest of the series. Oh and the horror show isn't done yet. The piece of garbage that was pretending to care about Asami when he could use her to attack Korra suddenly doesn't give a fuck about comforting her after she learns her father is a terrorist. Korra has to tell his bitch ass to go comfort his girlfriend. And there are actually brain dead people who try to blame Korra to defend this soulless monster. That's why I automatically dismiss anyone's opinions if they claims Mako is a good person.

And oh my God what he did to Asami. She is one of the kindest people ever and that piece of human filth treated her like she was nothing. She was nothing to him but a weapon to manipulate Korra into staying with his manipulative ass and once he was done with her he threw Asami aside like she was nothing. He's always screaming at her like any time she's driving. He thinks he knows who to drive better than the woman who races cars for fun. And she always end up saving his worthless ass while he gets his ass handed to him. Anytime Korra's around, this snake had his hands all over her right in front of Asami without giving a damn about how he's hurting her. Because he's never given a shit about her. Oh and they still do this in the final two seasons. They have Korra hug the trash heap while Asami is right there. But I guess since they're not dating they have him keep doing the exact thing he did while he was emotionally abusing them when they were dating. And his narcissistic ass had the balls to go to Asami expecting her to heat up the tea for the woman he's obsessed with despite him actually being able to create fire. It's so petty and heartless and it's obvious he just loves to hurt Asami. Because the only respect I'll give the trash is not believing he's stupid enough that he doesn't know that every action he does hurts Asami. And she still allowed this snake to stay at her place because he had no place to live. And she allowed his family to stay instead of punishing them for what he did to her. She's one of the most forgiving people ever.

And the fact he suffered no consequences at all for what he did infuriates me. Asami and Korra immediately forgive him and the shit writers have them act like they need his useless ass along to help find airebenders. And they yet again try to make us believe that Bolin needs his trash brother to come with them because they need him. And of course he ends up being useless the entire season until they need to make him look heroic in the final fight scene.

And they have Korra talk to this trash at the end so he can cry that he'll have his back. He's never had her back and he's always been garbage. But the writers prove they are shit writers by doing what shit writers do. Force the characters to act like the trash is a good person by telling you he is when his actions show otherwise and by writing scenes specifically to try to make him look heroic to get people to forget what he did because they're lazy and couldn't actually put in effort to redeem him. They also couldn't have given us a final scene between Lin and Korra to parallel their first scene together to show how their relationship changed to one of caring? Oh that's right, they needed to force the trash on us to make us believe that he has a deep relationship with the woman he claimed falsely accused a man of terrorism because she was jealous he was with Asami. They have such a deep relationship don't they?

The fact that Su Beifong gets more shit than this garbage pisses me off. Idiots act like she's evil because she made a mistake that hurt her sister as a teenager even though she's shown she's changed after 30 years and actively tried to make amends. But the trash abuses the female character for two entire seasons then never apologizes and refuses to even be around them because he's spineless and they act like he's a hero because the writers stop reminding you what garbage he is every scene. It really is pathetic how easily people forgave the trash just because the writers stop reminding them he's trash. That's why anyone who likes Mako but hates Su isn't worth listening to. Because unless they are spoon fed that a character is good by the other characters they can't determine what a good character looks like. Lin and Su actually care about each other even if they have fought. Mako has always been trash to Bolin and has never apologized for anything he's done but people act like Mako's a caring big brother.

And he's trash to everyone in general. Every sentence out of his mouth is the most negative shit and he's the most unbearable character to watch for those who don't immediately forgive him because they want to bang him. He's trash to Wu but people think that was hilarious because Wu was selfish when we first met him and he hits on Asami and Korra. And yet he didn't treat them like trash like Mako does. And Wu actually has an arc. He actually cares about people once he pulls his head out of his ass unlike Mako.

And what infuriates me is that the writers acknowledge the horrid love triangle in season 4 but played it off as a joke. They had the asshole act smug as he's telling the story because he manipulated Korra and Asami into fighting over his worthless ass. Then in the reunion he whines that Korra didn't write to his narcissistic ass when she was experiencing PTSD. Then the writers had him attacking Asami and Korra over and over again for everything they were doing even going so far as to asking Korra if he should trust her Avatar feelings only to acknowledge that they're doing the same thing that they did during season 1, getting on each other nerves ie Mako being abusive to Korra. And the writers portrayed this garbage as a hero.

The writers ruined this show with their desperate need to make us like this horrid character. I can't watch a scene with the trash without wanting to deck him. I have to subside on fanfics now or just not watch any scene with that trash in it. I don't trust anyone who wrote that trash to write anything ever again.

#lok #the legend of korra #korra #asami sato #bolin #mako #su beifong #lin beifong

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myauditionfordrphil · 8 days ago

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Do you think the BCCI should ask Rohit to retire gracefully (as in not sack/drop him) at the end of this the WTC cycle? in any other situation this kind of a series loss would have called for sacking of the captain and coach.

Is Bumrah ready to captain ICT full term? That includes him staying fit for almost all matches of a series.

And I agree with you statements on Gambhir. Now he's going to realise how hard it is to coach a cricket team. Every time that mf opened his mouth it was to spew nonsense about Dhoni, Kohli, Shastri, etc. Karma is just coming back for that man.

Thank you for the ask!!! Already apologizing because I have a lot to say on this matter and this will get very looonggg, you've been warned.

See I believe that ICT will undergo a transitional phase very soon. The seniors will hang up their boots soon after the finals (if we reach there) or in the midst of the next cycle cz I definitely don't think most of them will play another full cycle. As much I hate to see them go, it's kind of inevitable though about Rohit (and by extension Kohli) retiring, I think it's still too early to make statements like this before BGT because that will be their last chance to step up otherwise I think some harsh calls need to be made. I desperately hope that they get their form back because Jaddu and Ash are doing well tbh, they won't be dropped or asked to retire because of their performance.

And I also agree that Dhoni or Kohli would have been publicly slandered after this kind of loss but Rohit did come forward and took responsibility (atleast after the 3rd test) although the interviewers should've been sterner rather than asking about the positives and feelings (I remember clips of Atherton properly grilling MS in 2011 after 3-0 loss in England). But we also have to keep in mind that a huge series is coming up and we can't afford captaincy changes now considering Rohit is actually a good captain in most situations. Though I do think that a transition should be placed into effect with Bumrah playing a bigger role in leadership and daresay even captaining dead rubber matches. His availability will be an issue taking in point that he's India's main bowler in all formats but his fitness won't cause problems imo if he doesn't play pointless bilaterals.

Lastly on Gambhir, what do I even say? I grudgingly respect him as a player but his constant credit narrative and baseless statements do bother me a lot. I don't know about limited overs but his position as a coach in red ball cricket should be reviewed and, same as the seniors of the team, BGT should be the stage for him to perform. His performance (mind you as a mentor, Chandrakant Pandit was the actual coach who literally built the side) in IPL got him the position but he will have to prove himself.

I may be criticizing them right now but I'll definitely be the happiest if they perform well (yes even GG) and chahe jitna bhi gussa karlu at the end of the day sabse ladkar inhi ko support karungi. So to all the people sending me asks calling players names and all, pls stop. Even if they're going through a bad patch, they're still national players who have done more for India than all of you combined. Learn the difference between criticism and hate.

#this was a lot but yeah did get everything off my chest #I have lots of opinions about cricket if you haven't guessed lol #desiblr #ind vs nz #somi.exe #cricket #asks <3

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maria021015 · 3 months ago

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Zaida drilled quick and clean punches into the thick training pads Xander held up, forcing him to step backwards with the amount of force she was using. Sweat rolled from her forehead and dripped off her back as pushed herself beyond her limits, firing combo after combo.

“Woah! Easy there,” He cooed, pulling back to give her a moment to breathe. To say that she was angry was an understatement.

“There’s gotta be something you can do!” She exclaimed for the third time since hearing the news the night before.

“The orders are coming from the FBI - there’s nothing any of us can do,” Xander repeated his same answer tiredly, dropping the training pads and bending his knees into a sparring position.

“That’s such bullshit! Why does Scott’s dad have it out for Sheriff Stilinski anyway?” She huffed, launching into another combination of attack moves, only this time Xander responded with defence manoeuvres. “Is he jealous that Sheriff has been a better father to Scott than he’s ever been? Or does he just enjoy being a wrinkly ball sack?”

“Raphael claims that it’s strictly business - that Noah hasn’t solved many cases and the crime rate in Beacon Hills has skyrocketed since he was elected. Of course, we know why, but we can’t exactly tell Raphael that it’s because the town is crawling with supernatural creatures.” Xander huffed and switched to offensive strategies, forcing Zaida to dodge and block. They were both pleasantly surprised with how well she was progressing after only a few weeks of training - but then again, she’d always been a fast learner.

“Maybe we should just set a werewolf on his ass - scare him away, you know? Or better yet, get Scott to ask him to do something fatherly - that seemed to drive him away last time.” Zaida grunted with effort as she ducked beneath Xander’s swing, gripping his arm to hold it in place as she struck with a low jab at his ribs, landing the shot for the first time with a proud smile. “Boom! Take that!”

Xander recovered from the blow quickly, using her grip on his arm to tug her forward and spin her into a chokehold. “Don’t celebrate too early.” He tutted and then released her before she could try and escape. “I think that’s enough for today. I’ve got to head to work, and I’m pulling a double, so I won’t see you until tomorrow morning. Stay out of trouble.”

“Since when am I ever trouble?” She grinned mischievously and he shot her a pointed look before gathering his things and leaving. Turning to where Chris and Allison were executing target practice - which was not going well at all - Zaida rested her hands on her hips. She watched as Allison pulled her arm back and launched a dagger through the air only for it to clatter to the floor a whole foot away from the target.

“It’s no use! This isn’t helping,” Allison groaned in frustration, packing away the remaining knives into their sheaths.

“You’ll get there - you just need to push through it,” Chris encouraged his daughter, glancing at Zaida as he closed and picked up his briefcase full of weapons. “Need a ride, Zaida?”

“Yes please, I’ve gotta shower this sweat off.” She wrinkled her nose at the stickiness coating her skin. “You guys really need to find a better time for us to train because before school? It’s not working for me.”

“You know, if you go to bed earlier, waking up won’t be so hard,” Allison teased playfully, knowing the naiad’s sleep schedule was awful.

“No, waking up is always hard,” Zaida shook her head insistently.

“What’s he doing?” Zaida leaned across the aisle towards Scott, her brows drawn together in worry as her eyes flickered towards Stiles, who was scrawling rapidly across his open notebook.

“I- I don’t know,” Scott stuttered, watching his best friend in bewilderment whilst Coach Finstock paused mid-sentence, also picking up on the bizarre behaviour.

“Stilinski, you wanna tell me what the difference is between GDP and GNP?” The man asked, but the boy kept his head haunched over his page, not stilling his movement for even a second. “Stilinski, are you paying attention back there?”

Still no answer. With a frustrated huff, Finstock brought his shiny silver whistle - a new one after Stiles had launched the last out of a bus window - to his lips and blew, letting a long, loud, and shrill sound fill the classroom. After several seconds, Stiles finally snapped out of his trance with a gasp, bolting upright with wild eyes. “STILINSKI!”

“Uh-huh?” The boy breathed out heavily, clearly disoriented as he tried to figure out why he was being yelled at.

“I asked you a question!” Coach yelled in his booming voice and usual aggressive tone.

“Uh... Sorry, Coach. What was it?” Stiles cleared his throat and shuffled in his seat, righting his posture.

“It was, ‘Stilinski, are you paying attention back there’?" Finstock glared at him pointedly and the boy’s face flushed sheepishly.

“Oh. Well, I am now…” He trailed off awkwardly with a nervous half-grin and Zaida shared an expression of concern with Scott - both of them knew something deeper was going on rather than Stiles just not paying attention as he usually did.

“Stilinski, stop reminding me why I drink!” Coach grumbled, then added under his breath, “...Every night.”

“What was he writing?” Zaida whispered to Scott, unable to get a good look from her seat - the three of them were across the row with Scott in the middle.

“Does anyone else want to try the question on the board? Callis! How about you?” Coach’s eyes narrowed on her as he caught her speaking.

“Gross domestic product is the value of the domestic goods and services produced within a nation, whereas the gross national product is the value of all goods and services produced by the citizens of the country, including domestically but also abroad.” She answered confidently and Coach almost seemed as though he had wanted her to get it wrong, simply so he could admonish her too.

“Yeah, that’s right,” He muttered bitterly, turning back to the board to wipe off the chalk. She tuned into the conversation happening next to her once she was in the clear.

“I'm okay. I just fell asleep for a second.” Stiles assured Scott but the werewolf and naiad remained unconvinced.

“Dude, you weren't asleep…” Scott shook his head and Stiles looked down at his notebook in alarm. Zaida peered over, her chair legs lifting off the ground as she tilted to get a good look at the messy writing covering both pages.

Wake up.

The page was covered with the two words over and over and over again in various patterns and directions and forms. Stiles had mentioned how his nightmares felt so real that he couldn’t tell fiction from fact, but now it appeared that it was bleeding into his waking hours as well. They needed to find a solution for whatever was happening to them, and they needed to find it fast.

“Ooh, this is cute, where did you get it?” Lydia brushed her fingers over Zaida’s denim skirt as she slipped onto the bench between the redhead and Allison, admiring the outfit.

“Lyds, you bought me this,” Zaida rolled her eyes at the girl’s knowing smirk.

“What can I say, my taste surprises even me sometimes,” She flipped her long strawberry blonde locks over her shoulder, but Zaida had already had enough of the small talk amongst them.

“Guys, I know none of you particularly want to talk about this, but it’s time we stop ignoring it and start facing the music. You’re all only getting worse.” She broached the subject they all seemed to be dancing around as of late.

“Okay, so…what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?” Scott questioned apprehensively from his seat opposite Zaida.

“And is unable to tell what's real or not?” Stiles added from the werewolf’s right.

“And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?” Allison jumped on the bandwagon with her own struggles.

“They're all locked up because they're insane.” Isaac barbed from across the table.

“Can you at least try to be helpful, please?” Stiles shot back at the beta irritably, growing defensive at the tasteless joke and leaning forward to get a better look at the boy on Scott’s other side.

“For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer…” Isaac crossed his arms over the table, his tone sharp and drenched in sarcasm. “So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me.”

“Hey, dude, are you still milking that?” Stiles scoffed, and Zaida shook her head at the two of them tiredly.

“Yeah, maybe I am still milking that!” Isaac spat and the brunette held up her hands for both of them to stop.

“Would you two quit measuring your disco sticks and focus? We have a real problem here,” She snapped at them both.

“Hi…” A small and quiet voice chirped up, calling all of their attention to the short girl standing before them awkwardly. “Hi, sorry...I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about...And, I think I actually might know what you're talking about…”

“You do?” Zaida raised an eyebrow at the girl, recognising her from history - she was the new teacher’s daughter, Kira. Never mind the fact that the girl had overheard what was definitely a concerning conversation, what with Isaac’s trauma-dumping and all. She seemed relatively unshaken.

“There's a Tibetan word for it - it's called ‘Bardo’. It literally means ‘in-between state’. The state between life and death.” Kira answered with a hopeful smile. The in-between. That was the only way Zaida could describe that place - that state - she had been in when she’d gone to meet her mother from the other side.

“And what do they call you?” Lydia looked the girl up and down condescendingly with analytical green eyes, the same way she had upon meeting Zaida. The brunette sent her best friend a warning look.

“Kira,” Scott answered for the girl, grinning at her with a friendly disposition that contrasted the icy looks she was being shot by Isaac, Lydia, Stiles, and - now after noticing his apparent interest - Allison. “She's in our history class.”

“So, are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?” Lydia asked, but her question was more of a challenge. It was safe to say that none of them was particularly open or trusting - save for Scott - but Zaida was of the opinion that they could at least avoid being rude about it.

“Either, I guess...But, all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo.” Kira shrugged. “There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful or wrathful deities.”

“Wrathful deities?” Isaac repeated. “And what are those?”

“Like...demons!” Kira spoke brightly, completely unaware of their current predicament as her words left dread in their wake. Zaida recalled when she’d seen her mother in the in-between, and the warning she’d been given about the spirits who were trying to get in. Her mother had held them back from her, but Scott, Allison, and Stiles hadn’t been afforded that luxury. Was something trying to get into their heads? Or…had it already succeeded?

“Demons.” Stiles sighed and the sound was full of exhausted stress. “Why not?”

“Hold on - if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?” The huntress spoke up.

“Death.” Kira nodded. “You die.”

“Well, that’s just fan-fucking-tastic,” Zaida let out a shaky breath. They were so screwed, and if the others refused to get help for themselves, she'd have to take matters into her own hands.

“Hey, Doc!” Stiles’ voice echoed from the front of the clinic through to the back room where Zaida and Deaton were already mid-conversation.

“You didn’t mention others would be joining us,” Deaton commented to the brunette girl leaning against the metal table opposite him.

“That’s because I didn’t know there would be,” She answered truthfully, not having expected anyone, but it appeared Stiles had the same idea she had.

Deaton moved through the open doorway and there was a slight squeak of un-oiled hinges as he opened the Ashwood gate. When the man returned to the room, Scott and Stiles were in tow, pausing to look at her in surprise. “Zaida, what are you doing here?” The alpha frowned at her curiously, both boys having been caught off guard by her presence.

“The same thing as you, probably,” She answered, crossing her arms over her chest as she and Stiles exchanged soft yet tentative smiles of greeting. That slight tension between them hadn’t yet lifted.

“Zaida was just telling me about your…experiences.” Deaton put their situation into nicer terms.

“He means I told him all about the night terrors, the sleep paralysis, hallucinations, Allison’s tremors…the whole nine yards.” Zaida clarified - as if anything needed to be made clearer.

“Yeah, we gathered,” Stiles smirked sarcastically, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Why are you guys here?” She questioned them, and the boy’s lips pursed.

“In class when I thought I was asleep, it was like I was dreaming, and in my dream,” Stiles stumbled slightly over his words as he tried to explain the phenomenon. “Everybody in the class was signing all in unison. It was the same movements over and over again.”

“That’s…freaky,” Zaida wrinkled her nose

“It sounds like your subconscious is trying to communicate with you.” Deaton nodded, following along.

“Well, how do I tell my subconscious to use a language that I actually know?” The boy drawled lazily.

“Do you remember what the sign language looked like? The placement and movement of the hands?” The doctor asked and all three teens raised their brows.

“You know sign language?” Scott was clearly impressed.

“I know a little.” Deaton’s shoulders modestly lifted into a half-shrug. “Let me give it a shot.”

“Okay, the first one was like this…” Stiles tried to demonstrate the first sign, one of his pointer fingers standing upright and the other making a circle above it.

“That's ‘when’." Deaton nodded, translating the sign.

“Then, there was this, twice…” Stiles flattened his palms next to one another and pulled one back before moving it forwards into place once more.

“That's ‘door’." The doctor continued.

“And this in between it.” Stiles then closed his hand into a fist with only his thumb sticking out, pulling his arm towards and then away from his chin.

“That's it?” Deaton clarified with a slightly confused arch of his brow and Stiles nodded in confirmation. "When is a door not a door?"

“When is a door not a door?” Stiles repeated the phrase in disbelief.

“Ooh, I know this one!” Zaida straightened excitedly. She’d always loved riddles. In elementary school, she’d won a riddle competition.

“...When it's ajar,” Scott answered before Zaida could finish and she pouted at him.

“Hey, I was gonna say that,” She grumbled.

“You're kidding me. A riddle? My subconscious wants to tell me a riddle?” Stiles scoffed with a shake of his head.

“Not necessarily…” The druid corrected. “When the three of you went under the water, when you crossed from consciousness to a kind of superconsciousness? You essentially opened a door in your minds.”

“So, what does that mean? The door's still open?” Scott’s brows lifted towards his hairline in concern.

“Three open doors…” Zaida muttered under her breath, her mind going towards what she had painted earlier that week in art class. Three doors - two were slightly ajar, but the third was wide open. Cold and ghostly fingers tickled down her spine, sending a shudder through her body. Strange predictions were usually Lydia’s thing, not hers. So how had her painting acted as a premonition of sorts?

“Ajar,” Deaton specified, but Zaida was too enraptured with her own thought process, only half following the conversation. Some Naiads were recorded as having prophetic qualities, but it was never something Zaida had presented with before. Zaida’s brief chill settled into a deeper icy grip over her heart as she remembered what Isaac had pointed out upon seeing her painting. He’d said it had looked as though there was a figure behind that open centre door.

“...A door into our minds?” Stiles’s expression settled firmly into a worried apprehension. If the rest of her painting had been true, was there really a figure looming beyond one of those doors? After what Kira had said at lunch about being visited by wrathful deities and spirits in Bardo, Zaida wasn’t feeling too hopeful of the contrary. Her insides twisted almost sickeningly as she thought about it. But out of the three, whose was the centre door? Scott, Stiles, or Allison?

“I did tell you it was risky…” Deaton pointed out that he had indeed prefaced his suggestion with a warning.

“What do we do about it?” Scott questioned, looking for a solution.

“Well, that's difficult to answer-” The man tilted his head at the two boys and Stiles interrupted him quickly.

“Oh, no! Wait a second, I know that look - that's the ‘we know exactly what's wrong with you, but we have no idea how to fix it’ look!” The boy interjected bitterly.

“One thing I do know is that having an opening like that into your mind? It's not good. You each need to close that door, and you need to do it as soon as possible.” Deaton pursed his lips.

“He’s right, you know. When I visited the in-between to talk to my mom, she told me that there were spirits trying to get in, but she held them off. I have a feeling something might be trying to get into one of your minds…” She trailed off, debating whether or not she should tell them about her painting.

Ultimately, she decided against it until she could determine what exactly had happened. Whether it had been a premonition of her own accord, or someone from beyond was communicating with her, she wasn’t yet sure. On one of the nights she’d gone to comfort him. Stiles had mentioned that her mother had visited him in a dream. At the time Zaida had thought that the warning was meant for her, but what if it hadn’t been? What if her mother had been trying to protect Stiles from something that was coming for him ?

“Well, aren’t we all going to be having a great sleep tonight?” Stiles muttered sarcastically, his humour failing to disguise his concern as he led the way through the doorway into the reception area of the clinic.

“Thanks for your help, Doc.” Scott shot the man a tight smile on their way out and he returned it warmly.

“Again, I wish I could be of more help to you.” He confessed genuinely.

“You do plenty, Doc,” Zaida smiled at him gratefully and followed the boys into the car park, pausing when they were met with the unexpected sight of Sheriff Stilinski before them.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” Stiles asked his father.

“I'm here because I could use some help.” Noah looked at Scott, revealing he had come here thinking that the werewolf might be working a shift. “Actually...your help.”

“Why me?” Scott frowned, stepping forward.

“Because eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that a werewolf could have caused the accident and dragged her body away.” Noah gave a brief overview of one of the case files Zaida and Stiles had seen on his desk at the station the night before. “If you could somehow get a lock on her scent, if you could somehow help me find her body, it might provide the missing clue…”

“But what if it was a werewolf?” The newly appointed alpha questioned.

“Well, there's somebody out there that murdered an entire family - someone who still needs to be caught.” The man answered grimly.

“What’s the bet it somehow had something to do with Peter?” Zaida snorted and the others looked at her sceptically. “What, he’s caused like eighty percent of all of the supernatural problems in this town - it’s not that far-fetched to think he might have caused this one as well.”

“Well, if you want me to track her scent I’m going to need something of hers - something with a potent smell.” Scott agreed to help instantaneously.

“If I can distract Mr Tate and buy you some time, could you sneak into the house and find something?” Noah requested and the werewolf nodded.

“I’m coming,” Stiles interjected excitedly, looking to Zaida expectantly.

“I don’t think I’d be much help on this one, guys.” She admitted truthfully with a subtle shake of her head. “I’m gonna let you three have a boys' night and head on back to the apartment.”

“Do you want a ride?” Stiles offered immediately, not liking the thought of her being out at night on her own.

“No, I’ll be fine walking. I’ve got some new tricks up my sleeve,” Zaida winked at him confidently, bidding them all goodbye with an overexaggerated salute as she ventured off into the growing darkness. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, bathing the sky with warm light.

Leaving the clinic behind her, she wound through the suburbs of North West Hill, crossing over the Northern Bridge and into downtown. The entire way, she could feel a pair of eyes on her, burning into the back of her head and making the hairs on her arms stand up. She caught the glimpse of a shadow shifting in her peripheral vision every so often, but of course, that was exactly what she had wanted. It was that very same presence that had been following her over the past few weeks, she was sure of it. Only this time, she didn’t feel scared. She felt prepared.

The sun had completely disappeared by the time Zaida strolled leisurely down an alleyway, coming to a large and tall metal gate and turning into an alcove as if it were a continuing path. She waited there, hidden at the dead end until she could hear light footsteps approaching, her nerves jittering with anticipation. Her knees bent and her hands raised upwards, already connecting the moisture in the air as she readied herself for what she’d been planning for days now. When she stepped out into the moonlight there was a cold smile curling at her lips as she was faced with the very man she had been expecting.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s not safe to be out alone at this time of night?” Zaida taunted with a satisfied smirk. “There could be dangerous people lurking in the shadows.”

Deucalion chuckled in amusement, his healed eyes landing on her as they finally came face to face for the first time since that night on the hospital roof. “And here I was wondering the same thing about you.”

#teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #stiles stilinski #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles #stiles x oc #teenwolf fanfiction #female oc #female original character #teenwolf #scott mccall #lydia martin #allison argent #isaac lahey #alan deaton #noah stilinski #sheriff stilinski

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theradicalscrivener · 4 months ago

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Just want to say that this is by no means a criticism, merely an observation followed by a couple queries. I've noticed a recurring detail in your writing where the size ratio of the cock and balls are always disproportionate to each other, wether or not they're being shrinked or enlarged. For example, if you're writing a dick growth fic, the balls always seem to be much larger than normal when compared to the length and girth of how the penis itself is growing along with it. And if you're writing a dick shrink fic it's the other way round, where the balls always seem to be much smaller compared to the length and girth of how the penis is shrinking along with it. Have you ever considered a story where, if the genitals change size, the balls look comparatively normal in tandem with the cock when the size change happens? Also, when you do dick shrink fics, why does penis itself always seem to end up unusually skinny? That's not how micropenises look in real life, though I'm well aware your stories have fantasy elements that aren't set in realism. It would be nice to see a dick shrink and still maintain a realistic sense of girth and normal ball size, chodes exist too. Anyway, I sincerely love your work and you are a very talented writer, hope you are doing well and keep it up. <3

A lot of the growth/shrinking is about the aesthetic and not about hard numbers. It's less about the hog to stones ratio and more about how the nuts and sack interact. I know that as I write about cocks getting larger, I have the sack hang lower and looser to reinforce how heavy they are. Conversely, for small dicks/shrinking I'll focus on the sack being high and tight. This is both to show that the nuts aren't heavy enough to hang/ evoke the imagery of "Balls haven't dropped yet". As the nuts get pulled in tighter, more of the the mass ends up buried into the actual groin area. I know I have had a few scenarios where I have mentioned in the final stages the sack is mostly flush with the taint. By this point the balls are mostly an internal organ.

Ironically, I tend to keep a relatively steady length/girth ratio for the dick itself. Sometime's I'll have it shorten faster than it gets thinner, but pindick aspect is part of the fun.

And yeah, I'm well aware that chodes exist and things like that. In the right scenario, it'd be fun to play with, but I often get a little swept up in the extremes.

#ask ziel

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liviavanrouge · 1 year ago

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Meeting Up

Livia: *Appears at the schools gates, and coughs, touching her chest* Man, shouldn't have teleported...

???: *Appears beside Livia as a ball of smoke* ARE YOU ALRIGHT??! I SENSED PAIN!

Livia: Shhhhh! Vapula! I snuck out to go to Playful Land!

Vapula: Don't scare me like that....

Livia: Silver and Sebek will be here soon, and I'm too tired to continue...can you help me?

Vapula: ...too tired?

Livia: Teleportation magic tends to weaken my body, I'm still getting used to having an ACTUAL body...

Vapula: *Sighs, smoke clearing from around him*

Livia: *Smiles at the male, her eyes sparkling* You kept your hair short!

Vapula: *Wraps an arm around Livia's waist, holding her like a sack of potatoes*

Livia: *Blinks surprised*

Vapula: Hang on...

Livia: Huh?!

Vapula: *Dashes down the path in a blur of speed, Livia closing her eyes*

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???: WOAH!

Vapula: *Stares at Trey and skids to a halt*

Denzel: Livia...

Livia: *Beams as Vapula set her down* Hi!

Trey: You too....

Denzel: And I thought you were a good girl...

???: Livia Garcia Vanrouge

Livia: UH OH!

Leona: *Snarls, glaring at her*

Vapula: *Scowls, his eyes glowing*

Trey: Leona, Livia might not be apart of the shenanigans, let's allow her to tag along

Denzel: Agreed, this might be a wrong place wrong time thing...

Leona: Fine! Let's go!

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Cater: There it is again, Ace saying that kind of thing...

Cater: *Smiles and waves* The vice dorm heads anxieties never decrease!

Ace: Hm, Cater are you waving to someone?

Ace: What's up is someone behind...e-eeh!?

Trey and Denzel: *Walks over side by side*

Vapula: *Walks after them, his face devoid of expression*

Ace: Trey, Denzel!? Since when!? And who's this guy?!

Trey: Thanks for the good reaction, Ace

Denzel: We're not the only ones here though...

Livia: *Beams, waving*

Leona: *Holds Livias hand, stepping out from behind Vapula*

Golden: *Walks over, looking livid*

Vil: G-GOLDY!

Jack: Eh...L-Leona! Why are you here!?

Trey: Denzel and I followed Ace out

Denzel: After Riddle got mad yesterday, you were incredibly sulky, right?

Trey: We figured Ace would definitely try to sneak out anyways and...we were right

Ace: F-found out from the start...eh, then does dorm head know too!?

Denzel: *Grins smugly* As if! If he did, you would not be standing here right now!

Trey: *Grins* Masking the sound of a door closing and footsteps with magic was pretty hard, you know?

Ace: Shut up, I totally didn't notice

Trey: We actually wanted to stop you, but...Deuce and Bandit talked to us too

Livia: *Skips past and leaps into Kalim's arms, giggling*

Ace: Huh? Deuce and Bandit? Talk?

Denzel: Yeah, both knew they had done something bad to you and fretted about it

Ace: ...hmm, they're worried over something like that? It's like Bandit but not like Deuce

Trey: What they were really worried about was that you're the extra stubborn will absolutely hold a grudge type, right?

Trey: So I figured that supporting you in not getting found out was the best way to resolve this peacefully

Denzel: And for the peace of the dorm... we'll help you get back in quietly

Cater: How nice Ace, even if Riddle happens to finds out, now Trey and Denzel will be there to apologize with you

Trey: Eh, that's a little...if that happens the four of us will have to divide Riddle's fury between us

Cater: Me too!?

Ace: Trey, Denzel and Cater...tha-nks! When the time comes, let's all go together!

Trey and Denzel: Please try not to get found out!

Jack: So basically Trey and Denzel followed after Ace

Jack: Then maybe...Leona also....!?

Leona: Not a chance in hell, seems like your poor little brain is asleep

Leona: I came to stop you carefree idiots

Vapula: *Narrows his eyes, looking somewhat relieved*

Leona: Hopping on this sweet deal with just a little bit of flattery...do you not know how to doubt someone?

Leona: And who even came to see? If it were just first and second years, but...

Valpula: Even you idiot third years came out all happy and ready to go! The absolute impudence and nerve, I'm almost envious!!

Lilia: Really, I'm blushing~

Vapula and Leona: That's not a compliment.

Leona: And if something were to happen, I'd be blamed as dorm head

Vapula: All of you, back to the school

Leona: And don't cause anymore trouble

Golden: Vil, you're a dorm head, don't you find this is just the tiniest bit strange?

Vil: Don't take me for a fool Goldy Baby, I do think it's questionable

Vil: As someone involved with the stage, I know you can't trust Fellow at his word

Vil: But, even as I explain that, do you really think they'll listen and not go?

Jack: *Smiles, his arms crossed*

Livia and Ortho: *Laughs together smiling*

Ace: *Chuckles, placing a hand behind his head*

Jade and Floyd: *Smiles, standing with Kalim*

Kalim: *Laughs*

Vil: And if he can deceive Ortho's eyes and Livia's emotion sensing, he's someone who is strangely good at lies and deceit

Golden: *Stares in surprise*

Vil: If he can handle speaking lies as if they are the truth, then these potatoes will be useless against him

Vil: *Steps closer and boops Golden's nose* So the best way to ensure nothing happens is to keep an eye on them personally

Leona: *Walks over* Yeah, yeah, so good at excuses

Leona: You're just gettin' reeled in by the word show anyways

Golden: *Glares at Leona*

Leona: You just can't fight the temptation of the 'stage of the fabled amusement park'

Vil: No! I...a-although, saying the stage means nothing would also be a lie...

Vapula: *Turns sharply, hearing footsteps approaching*

Fellow: Oya oya~ everyone is here early

(Translation belongs to Ekala from YouTube)

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placegrenette · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on the Astana concert (because who knows how much more often we'll get to do this).

I was talking to friends today who serve the valuable and underappreciated role of I'm Not Into This Thing You're Into But I Love When You're Into Things So Tell Me More, and pointed out that I know of maybe—maybe—one or two other people in the entirety of North America following Ninety One. So the burden falls to you, Tumblr. I have Thoughts and you have to hear them. Feel free to mute and let me howl into the void.

First let's get to the very important topic of men in suits:

(Photo taken without permission from the Instagram feed of an Eaglez who was there, apologies, I haven't seen professional photos yet.)

It's easier to tell from video but Bala in red looks terrific; Alem's yellow suit is belted at the waist, which reads (to me) as slightly daring on a man, and therefore very appropriate for him; ZaQ looks dignified; and Ace is a damn sack of potatoes. And y'all know I don't hesitate to criticize Bibotta's work so let us note, for the record, that she is not to blame for this round: when she posted on Instagram about her pride in her work and the team as a whole (as she should!), Eaglez came into her comments to say, "yeah but Ace looks like a sack of potatoes," and she replied that the man himself feels more comfortable in oversized clothing. Which hopefully is about physical comfort and not about body image and self-criticism, YOU LOOK FINE, HONEY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE MODEL-THIN TO WEAR FITTED CLOTHING, ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU OTHERWISE CAN GO SOB USELESSLY INTO THEIR SCREENS. BIBOTTA HAS PROBABLY ALREADY HAD THIS CONVERSATION WITH YOU MORE THAN ONCE, LET YOUR TALENTED AND TRAINED FRIEND DO HER THING, UNLESS YOU ARE COSPLAYING AS DAVID BYRNE CIRCA 1982 THERE IS NO NEED TO LOOK LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES. I HAVE SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME OVER THE LAST SEVEN YEARS CONTEMPLATING YOUR PHYSICAL IMAGE ALONGSIDE THOSE OF YOUR BANDMATES, TRUST ME, YOU LOOK GOOD.

...sorry. I'm a little frustrated with these dudes these days.

So is this the next-to-last concert? Maybe? Probably? They've got something scheduled with Irina Kairatovna in October (I think?) and then possibly, IIRC, a date booked at Rixos Water World in Aktau, which they've played several times before. The fansite weloveninetyone posted an excerpt from the concert suggesting strongly that they are still talking about some sort of hiatus. I've been monitoring their social media output as best I can, not being able to understand anything, and they've seemed pretty cheerful, but who knows if that's relief or a show or something else altogether. I will go ahead and predict (and remember, my predictions are usually wrong) that more will be said at the end of the Almaty concert next week, and if they really are bidding a public farewell to Eaglez then it will be accompanied by some onstage crying. (From most to least likely to cry: Bala, Ace, Alem, ZaQ.)

I'm frustrated for obvious reasons: if they really are calling it quits after next week, more or less, then my odds of ever getting to see them live, already small, drop to indistinguishable from zero. I like their music and their goofiness and their willingness to think out loud. Are we really losing all of that? But also: they have a whole company to take care of now, that produces one product! They have staff members who've been working hard on this concert: the dancers, Bibotta, the merch team (there was merch! finally, there was merch!), whoever was in charge of putting Jeff-Koons-esque imagery up on the big screen. Is all that hard work and knowledge going to atrophy now? And is it all going to atrophy because our lead foursome didn't do decent worst-case forecasting and ZaQ got pissy DJ Khaled-style? Like, you guys overcame repeated threats of actual physical violence to get here, you're really going to leave us with the impression that you're taking your creative ball and going home because Eaglez didn't stream "Ego" enough?

I'm also frustrated because I know how much I don't know. Which is a lot. No one should ever have been satisfied with some random woman from Atlanta being the one to try to broadcast about this group. I've got multiple Kazakh-language resources here and haven't been able to prioritize learning the language enough to actually make any progress beyond a couple words here and there, or understanding that suraqtar is a plural noun. There's so much left to do! And learn! And it's vanity, admittedly, but part of me is now wondering whether if I'd worked harder, or been a more conventional (read: younger) superfan, whether it would've made more of a difference, whether they'd have more of an English-language following now.

But y'all feel free to ignore my grumpiness. We'll see what happens in a week. And if the Almaty concert really is the end of an era, well, the guys never owed me or any other fan anything. It's going to have to be one of those "don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened" moments. Baqytty bol, us to them, them to us.

#ninety one #come find me eaglez

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chairteeth · 7 months ago

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Fic question! Which one of Touka and Nemu is more likely to derail your plot? (I know together is probably the worst, so who contributes the most after that)

Oh boy! Lovely question thank you, let me just elaborate for you. So as you said, together is peak plot derailment, but besides that, the one who makes it impossible to have something normal and simple is Touka, but only if Nemu is there. Also Nemu's role is often just, riling Touka up which then causes the plot derailment. But let me go longfic by longfic, outlines included. There will be some level of spoilers for all of them, though I'll try to keep them mild or vague enough, so I'll put it under a read more just in case:

Ascent of the Fourth Beast (130.4k): This was supposed to be a fun little pokemon crossover, following the story of the Black & White games with only a little adjustment, such as Touka being Professor Juniper's assistant instead of just a normal kid and Nemu being well N (for obvious reasons I think). Needless to say, that did not happen! They got tangled up in a whole mess and then TOUKA threw a curveball at me, the curveball being "oh you know how I'm actually from Johto (because I have a Japanese name and it'd be weird for me to be in the US-based region with a Japanese name)? Well actually I died when I was 11 and got juiced up by a god and so now I have to deal with a second puberty and all that it entails and also I want to roast Nemu's father over an open flame" (this is completely valid considering she's talking about Ghetsis and as we know Ghetsis is the scum of the earth).

Pragma (18.8k): This is the ONLY "longfic" that was actually normal, and the only reason Touka did not yeet it off the rails was because I struggled very hard to end her necromancy arc early and did not want this to be any bigger. I wanted it to be an exploration of grief and mourning and also Nemu really didn't want her to go down that route or the meguca wish route. Luckily we managed to keep it self-contained! It is the only time I have succeeded in that regard.

Cage of Briars (wip): This was supposed to follow the plot of Ib, but then the lesbians lesbian'd and suddenly it's way longer than it was supposed to be. Plus I have a chapter that goes before the main plot so I can introduce the changes to the cast and then two more chapters after the supposed end of the game in order to tie up loose ends. However, the worst part is most definitely the lesbians unnecessarily lesbianing. Literally, please explain to me why the ball was necessary. And so on and so forth.

Roadkill AU: THE WORST EXAMPLE. Mad scientist Touka is like the worst possible idea anyone could have ever had. If you thought she was intense in Cage of Briars, you have NOT met motherfucking roadkill!Touka. I cannot even begin to explain the extent of her insanity in this AU, and almost literally everything in it is her fault. It was supposed to be a horror/mystery thing that would end once the mystery behind Tasuke and Nayuta's untimely demises was solved, and that is not what it became. She has zero excuses too because she is a whole ass 29 years old in this one, she's just Like That. To give you an idea, though I think I've mentioned it before, in the very first chapter she finds a wounded dirty naked woman in her property during a stormy night and first kicks her to see if she's alive, and upon hearing a grunt in response, she tells Ui to put her in a sack and stuff her in the trunk of the car, then gets to the mansion and chains her in an observation room in the basement. As far as she knows this is just some homeless person that snuck into her property. You can probably tell this is already unhinged behavior but she gets EXPONENTIALLY WORSE as the chapters go on. Sure it's not like Nemu's attitude is doing anything but encouraging her, but solely because of Touka's shenanigans in this AU, this fic might even cross into explicit territory (more for the graphic depictions of violence than anything else though, the cannibalism will likely be, considerably graphic, but also please do not underestimate roadkill!Touka because she is fully capable of putting in some wildly nsfw scenes that are not quite smut but still "??????????" in nature).

Fairy AU: This one, hopefully, will remain relatively self-contained, but I do not really trust the shenanigan potential that a Stardew Valley-esque farm setting combined with the Satomi cousins has, particularly considering Touka is 100% going to be drooling for several chapters at minimum. Plus of course detective shenanigans with the Rabi subplot and whatever Nemu is hiding and the fairy hunters that Touka thinks are lunatics, then Touka's secret that of course she has, the human experiments subplot, the Mikoto plot... Somehow I feel like Touka's shenanigans, drooling, and investigations are going to take up way more words than they're supposed to and she will get immensely distracted from the very simple premise of "dethrone the Fairy Queen (Mikoto)".

Teacher AU: This one is super grounded and has zero magical elements, however Touka's trauma in this is Very Very Intense and highly tied to relationships which will cause more friction than ever with Nemu, plus there's a child in the midst. To sum it up, Touka is an elementary school teacher (yes, elementary, there is a very important reason why she's an elementary school teacher), Sakurako is an 11 year old adopted child with a single mother. Sakurako thinks her mom is very very lonely and that she'd get along with her favorite teacher, thus tries to set them up not knowing that Touka has Very Very Intense trauma that will cause issues later down the line, ft. emotional support Ui. I expect this one to get derailed less because of Unhinged Touka BehaviorTM and more because of the sheer trauma this girl is packing in this AU, she will be avoiding a lot of things very hard.

#nishiposting #don't really wanna put this in the main tag so uhh #fanfic

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dc-and-damirae · 2 years ago

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dc characters as quotes from "bnha-more-like-bnh-gay" tumbler user's mental breakdown

damian: it’s fine, my mom just wants me dead I guess lol

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beast boy: I don’t need therapy, I have humor 😎

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impuls: it’s chill, we’re Gucci

*narrator voice* they were decidedly not chill or Gucci

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tim or jason after an anxiety atack: I’m just a ball of,,,,, bleh

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dick robin: in theory,, I am funny; but in practice? in practice, I am fucking hilarious

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jon constantine: 🎶crying myself to sleep and pretending I don’t exist. This is a myth, and time is just a metaphor🎶

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tim: aaaaaand time to write my feelings out in vent fanfiction. Yeehaw motherfuckers, it’s time to cry

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jason: my trauma really just pulled up in a Tesla and told me to ‘get in, you sack of shit’

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bruce: I swear to whatever, if I don’t finish this homework right now, I will vanish from existence. I’ll just,, poof. Bye bye, dad. No more bruce, just. Disappear, in my little, disappointment. hole

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cyborg: I want to edit my life

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beast boy on 5 hour energy: so, thanks to doctor who, we know that if you touch your past self, bad things happen. But we don’t know to what extent this is. If you touch something your past self has touched, will bad things happen because you touched the dead skin cells of your past self?

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green lantern(hal): I wish I was puppy living lavish lifestyle

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steph, for some reason?!: *messes up saying something* yup, good job, steph. Thank you, stephany, I try my best! And yet you’re still a failure. Hahah that’s not funny, that’s just mean 🥲

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flash: why do school work when you can just freak out over not doing school work and sit there having a panic attack? Ahahahahah, oh god, someone please kill me

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tim: I haven’t slept in so long, and it’s great because my brain is numb and the world is fuzzy. But I’m like, really smart, it doesn’t matter that I fell down the stairs today- it probably didn’t help that I haven’t eaten or drank anything for the last 19 hours, so I’m also really fucking stupid, but in a genius type way-

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tarra or supergirl: because I am a ✨material girl✨ I will blow my bank account on stuffed animals, as this is the only way I receive serotonin

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manhunter: I haven’t had a hug in years, and you know what? That’s okay. Normalize being touch starved. It’s okay, you depraved freak. There is nothing- there is very little… it’s okay to have things wrong with you. You’re not killing people, you’re fine.

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raven and jason: I love this book more than I love myself-which I will admit, is not hard-but still. That should count for something

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tim: I have not slept in 53 hours, and you know what? That’s okay. Normalize being unhinged. The dissociation bean juice (coffee) might only make me more tired, but it’s as bitter as my soul, and I feel alive and dead at the same time: the duality of man. How iconic of me

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super boy: I just spent three hours staring at a blank page because my writer’s block is stronger than All Might, but you know what? That’s okay. Because I have memes to carry me through the day. When in doubt, meme it out

#had this in my drafts #@bnha-more-like-bnh-gay #tarra #tarra markov #teen titans #dc super friends #batfamily

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burnwater13 · 1 year ago

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The view from the Mandalorian’s shopping bag wasn’t a bad one, all things considered. This particular shopping bag was softer and more comfortable than some of the other ones he’d had to ride around in. It was a pretty good place to hang out or hang on, depending on the circumstances.

Grogu liked being close to his dad, despite all the drawbacks that it usually entailed. Beskar wasn’t exactly soft stuff and when blasters hit the stuff, sometimes it went arcing off in unpredictable directions. There had been a few near misses and neither he, nor the Mandalorian were happy about them, but that was just the way things were. Neither of them had been hurt which was the important part but after that, his dad had been a bit more selective on deciding how Grogu was going to get around.

Din really liked using the pram because it was able to do so much. It protected Grogu from a lot things, moved quickly, allowed him to take a nap, and was an excellent location for stashing snacks. The big problem with the pram (you know, the floaty thing) was that it was also an excellent target. People knew it wasn’t some sort of egg. They figured out that it carried stuff and since it never fired back at them, it clearly wasn’t some sort of advanced weapons system developed by the Mandalorian or anyone else for that matter.

That’s why sometimes Din just carried Grogu around in his arms. They’d already gone through a couple of prams and someplace, like the inside of the Razor Crest, really didn’t rate Grogu using a semi-autonomous personnel carrier (still the pram with a more official name). So Grogu was carried around like a smash-ball. He liked that from the closeness perspective, but didn’t like it from the hardness/sharpness of beskar armor perspective.

Now that had gotten better when the Armorer made him some beskar armor of his own, but it still wasn’t perfect. The cuirass wasn’t bad. It was mostly flat and even the bits that had seemed sharp had been eased a bit and didn’t cut into him. Grogu could not say the same thing about the pauldrons. Sure, they were curved to fit over his dad’s shoulders and around the top of his arms, but the ridge at the top was all wrong. He couldn’t hold onto it with his toes and if he sat on his dad’s shoulder, he’d quickly find that one butt cheek or the other went all pins and needles. He really didn’t like needles.

So when Grogu finished complaining about how uncomfortable he was and that no, the vambraces were not actually any better, considering that one time he’d accidentally activated the whistling birds, Din had pulled the shopping bag out. Grogu was happy to climb into it and just relax.

It wasn’t as comfortable as the pram and it definitely wasn’t semi-autonomous, it did have the advantage of being close to his dad, big enough for him to bring a toy and a snack with him, and deep enough that if he needed to hide, he could. And while he occasionally bumped his head on the hip protector the Mandalorian wore or accidentally grabbed onto one of the detonators, it was, overall, a good way to get around.

He had a good view of what was happening. People didn’t often notice him, except for that Lang guy on Corvus. And his dad could rest his hand against the bag and no one but Grogu knew that he was actually holding the Mandalorian’s hand through the soft fabric. It was a good compromise.

Grogu did have one significant gripe about the shopping bag, and it had nothing to do with the fact that sometimes the Mandalorian forgot that he was in there and Grogu found himself sharing space with a box of disruptor cartridges, a can of armor polish, and a small sack of Mandalorian hot spice. Wow, that shopping trip had made his eye water.

Nope. It wasn’t that. The problem was that Din Djarin left those shopping bags everywhere but the Razor Crest. It was like he was related to Obi-Wan Kenobi, forgetting his cloak every place he had to fight someone with his lightsaber. The people who managed stores at the Jedi Temple were always complaining about that anytime you asked for new socks or another coverall.

“Thinks he’s Master Kenobi, this one does, losing things in the practice yards all the time.”

Grogu sighed. That was the one thing he had in common with both Master Kenobi and his dad. Oh. Well. He was thinking of keying a bounty fob to the next bag so his dad would always be able to find it, even if he didn’t always remember to bring one with him. Now Grogu just had to find a bounty fob to program and they’d be all set. Easy peasy. Right?

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin

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