#also there are flash games! a very bad “paint” one is on there

[angeloftrumpets]

[rarityroo]

Goosebumps

Keigo Takami x Gn! Reader

Hi, I made this while listening to Goosebumps by Travis Scott & Kendrick very great song I 🫶🏻 Kendrick, unfortunately this is kinda long at least in my opinion. Reader and Keigo are in a barley situationship also the theres some sexual tension towards the end. Enjoy!

Your relationship wasn't anything serious, hell it wasn't even a relationship by most people's standards. Hawks was always painted as a player or a bad boy, with a big ego and the raw skill to prove it, if only they knew. I mean they wouldn't be wrong, he was talented and a good hero at least at the start. He puffed his chest acting like the biggest man in the room. In some ways he was, he was the number two hero after all.

But being popular and wearing a mask doesn't stop him from being vulnerable. Behind it all he wasn't Hawks, he was Keigo, and that's the part of him only you can see. Despite his act, you know he's completely smitten by you. But, you seem to effortlessly glide through life although not completely unfazed by his advances. Every interaction with you sends his heart aflutter, yet you remain unfazed, your demeanor never faltering. You know about guys like him, at least you thought you did. It's like a game of cat and mouse, with Hawks desperately trying to win your affection while you remain just out of reach.

He seems to go to great lengths to impress you, it's honestly embarrassing, in a cute way, whether it's showering you with gifts and compliments or acting cocky to impress. Yet, you always seem to brush it off with a nonchalant smile, leaving him both frustrated and captivated by you.

The Pro-hero gala was in full swing, a display of glamour that seemed to reflect Japan's admiration for its mighty protectors. Keigo, as expected, was the center of attention, effortlessly charming the crowd with his very presence. As you made your way through the bustling venue, you couldn't help but be amazed at the sight. It was rare for someone like you, who worked behind the scenes as a secretary at a pro-hero agency, to be invited to such an exclusive event. But tonight, you were ready to make the most of it. And then, amidst the sea of capes, masks, and hero’s partners, you spotted him—Keigo, looking every bit as striking as he did in the headlines. He was surrounded by admirers, his trademark smirk never faltering as he regaled them with tales of his latest exploits. "Yeah, but I can't take all the credit those little sidekicks put in the work." He says as his admirers look at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

You tried to walk by without catching too much attention especially not his, sadly that wasn't going to be an option for you. One of his fangirls pushed you trying to get closer to him, causing you to be chest-to-chest with Keigo. Damn it.

Hawks looked down at you in shock, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "Well, if it isn't [Your Name]," he said, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. "What's someone like you doing at a fancy shindig like this?"

You chuckled, feeling a surge of cockiness despite your earlier nerves. "Oh, you know, just thought I'd mingle with the heroes for a change," you replied casually, trying to keep your composure in the presence of the number two hero. To your surprise, the Hawks didn't seem to mind you bumping into him. Instead, he flashed you a charming grin. "Well, I'm glad you decided to grace us with your presence," he said, his tone playful. "I was starting to think tonight couldn't get any better, but here you are," he said, his voice low and smooth.

You couldn't help but laugh at his playful charm. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Hawks," you teased, feeling a warmth spreading through you at his words. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping you. "Everywhere, you say? I might have to test that theory," he replied, his breath brushing against your ear in a way that sent shivers down your spine. Your heart raced at the suggestive tone in his voice, but you didn't back down, you couldn't. "Well, you'll have to catch me first," you shot back, a playful challenge in your tone. You couldn't let him win too easily.

Hawks grinned, his confidence never wavering. "Oh, I intend to," he said, his eyes locking with yours in a silent promise.

And with that, he extended his hand, "Care to dance?"

And just like that, you found yourself swept up in the gala, dancing the night away with Hawks by your side. No, not Hawks, Keigo, the night was shaping up to be far more than just another run-in with Keigo. Tonight, you weren't just a bystander in his world—you were a part of it, if only for a fleeting moment.

[wrathofrats]

idk why but I thought you may like the idea of Aurora, when she's new to performing publicly, fears that the fans may see her as "the innocent one" or something similar due to her being Very Obviously Smol in comparison to the other ghouls, ghoulettes, and of course, Papa. Being, y'know, a demon, she instead decides she wants to be the raunchiest one on stage...

So she decides to try and sneak a flash of some kind to the crowd during a ritual and it may go a bit further than she intends :]

I hope this is ok!! I modified the request a bit bc I was having thoughts and ideas. It’s maybe a bit misogynistic, dew and Swiss really teasing Aurora over the whole innocent thing. But I am a gay woman so I’m allowed to perpetuate sexist stereotypes and if you disagree you’re also sexist. (THIS IS A JOKE) but know the banter is in good fun, they’re obv all some kind of poly bonded pack thing so auroras gucci.

Or aurora decides to throw her panties into the crowd, and things don’t exactly go her way (based on that panties on dews guitar gif you know the one)

“I’m not doing this with you right now dew” Aurora grumbles, batting his hands off of her.

Dew looks too smug. Like hes won some secret game that Aurora doesn’t know about. A mischievous glint in his eye that makes Aurora want to kick him in the balls to hopefully neuter his perpetual horniness.

It’s their own little tradition at this point in the tour. Swiss and dew and whoever else was bored would come hang out in the ghoulettes dressing room while they pinned their hair to fit neatly under their helmets and to apply the black face paint. Dew usually showed up to steal cumulus’ never ending supply of bobby pins, and swiss was there to help with smearing the paint onto everyone.

“Iighten up your highness” dew laughs, backing away from her with his hands up as if he didn’t just wrap them around her body to grab at her waist. “You’re not this prudish when you come knocking at my hotel door”

“I’m not a prude,” Aurora grumbles. Swiss and dew giggle to themselves as Aurora swipes her hands at them to make them back up from where she’s placed herself on the counter. She can feel cirrus’ glare through the mirror, directed at the two idiots that are currently still laughing among themselves.

“You’re telling me you’re not ms ‘don’t mention sex around the other ghouls! They can’t know I’ve fucked you!’” Swiss teases, his voice pitching to mock auroras. “Come on princess, I don’t know why you demand to be seen as so innocent.”

Aurora wants to scream at them to leave their dressing room already. Dew and Swiss can tend to be idiots while they’re separated, but together? Aurora isn’t sure how they manage to lose brain cells when they combine.

“I just didn’t want anyone knowing I’ve fucked you, I don’t care about anyone else”

She’s not innocent like Swiss says, is she? Sure she’s smaller, tends to be more reserved in that regard, but Aurora thinks it’s unfair to call her innocent of all terms. She could be worse sure, not tending to go as far as humping the stage or groping her bandmates like dumb and dumber, but she likes her little act. She likes her swishy cape and little dances with her tambourine, and how she twirls and -

God maybe she is a princess.

The boys continue to laugh, mostly shoving each other around at this point. Aurora can hear cirrus yell at Swiss to shut up and help her with her paint, even now lost in her own thoughts. Ideas come and go, staring at her lap and swinging her legs. She’s not innocent. She’s just as bad as the rest of them and they all know that. The fans know that too, right? She’s a demon, a fucking creature from hell.

She’s not innocent.

She hops off her perch to shove her way past dew and into the bathroom to pull her uniform bottoms off. Her idea is probably stupid, will probably get her reprimanded and placed on whatever terrible chore imperator comes up with when they get back. But the reactions from the other ghouls, especially Swiss and dew, will make it worth it.

Aurora quickly takes off her panties and pulls her uniform back up, cringing at the feeling of the rough fabric against her. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, but the weird insecurity of not wearing underwear makes every sensation feel tenfold.

A 5 minute call sounds through the rooms. She grabs her underwear and hastily puts them in her pocket before running out to get in her position.

Her movements are meant to tease. Hands running over her body, jutting her hips behind her hoping Swiss will look back at her. She wants him to come on her platform, wants him to take her on the innocent act she’s been offering. She wants him to smell her through her uniform.

It’s just an extra personal part in her plan. She tries not to bounce giddily as he does notice and run behind the different set pieces to come walk up into her space. He can feel his breath on her neck as he approaches her, his all too wide smile trying to intimidate her, mock her after their conversation earlier.

Auroras lucky Swiss is good at improv, and an even better performer. Barely reacts as she shoves him to his knees. Even grabs her thighs and mock drags his tongue along her legs. Hes fucking obscene, she should’ve known the reaction she would get like this.

The real reward is the way she can see Swiss’ mouth twitch as he shoves his face right next to her cunt. He can smell her, would nose against the outline if they weren’t still performing in front of thousands of people, honestly she’s sure he’s forgotten considering the way his face turns into a snarl. Aurora is positive she will pay for this later, but for now? She couldn’t be happier.

The second phase of her plan comes once Swiss leaves. She eyes the audience carefully, eyes her bandmates to wait for the perfect opportunity. Dew turns to mess with rain, while phantom moves to mess with the audience on his side of the stage. All the ghouls are occupied, not paying attention.

Aurora pulls her panties out of her pocket, balling them in her fist so they can’t be seen through her hand. Hastily she throws them towards the crowd, praying they make it to their destination.

Whatever she prayed to however, is not listening.

They land directly next to dewdrop, right by his feet as he steps back onto them. He pulls his foot up, eyeing the black fabric in confusion. She watches in horror as he swings them around his finger, looking back at her as if he knows they’re hers,

Before hanging them on the head of his guitar. Displaying them for the whole crowd.

[k-nayee]

Damn, Forreal? JJK

wc: 3.6k

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The day was perfect.

Sun shined bright, casting a beautiful glow over the buildings as a carnival took place in the rural town.

And as event was in full swing, streets filled with laughter and joyous sounds of celebration down below; a high-stakes game of cat and mouse played out on the rooftops above.

The trio first-years of Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College (more commonly known as Tokyo Jujutsu High) moved with precision as they attempted to retrieve a finger of Sukuna that's been recently located.

What made the task easy also made it difficult, especially when the finger's presence led to the unwanted attention of nearby curses due to its dark power.

It's a battle of fierce clash, each side fighting with such ferocity it made the very air around crackle with energy.

"Itadori!"

The vessel for the King of Curses was already a step ahead, focus zeroed in on a particular curse holding their given target tightly in its grasp.

With a burst of speed, he closes the distance and lands a solid punch just as it was about to swallow the finger.

The direct hit sends the creature stumbling. Its grip loosening enough to allow Itadori to leap up and grab ahold of the ancient relic.

"I got it!!!" he yells triumphantly, holding up the cursed object with a grin.

But victory was short-lived.

Recovering quicker than anticipated, the curse charges and ram into the teen's chest.

The impact sends him reeling, doubling over with hacking coughs as the precious finger slipped from his grasp and went flying through the air. 

Nobara cackles at the sight before exercising the offending curse with practiced ease. "You had one job and blew it! Way to go."

Megumi, ever the stoic and aloof teammate, cast a worried glance in Itadori's direction. "Are you okay?!"

His call for concern is received with a thumbs-up and the pinkette's bright (albeit slightly embarrassed) smile.

"Y-yeah, I'm good!" light brown eyes light up upon spotting the dropped finger rolling away...

"Ah! There it is!"

...right off the edge of the building and into the bustling streets below.

He felt it before he saw it.

Looking up, Itadori's met the deadpanned gazes of Megumi and Nobara causing him to release a sheepish cough "Hee Hee...my bad."

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Amid the vibrancy of the carnival stood a corn-dog stand.

The owner?

A sweet old man, whose face, even when marked by the creases and wrinkles of time, still held a spirited smile of youth.

His withered hands worked mechanically: dipping and frying, serving and greeting. A cycle he never tire of, always feeling as if his first day on the job.

Despite the dimming of his vision over the years, his other senses had heightened enough that the joyous sounds of families and the sweet smell of treats in the air painted a picture his eyes no longer could give...

"Thank you, Ojiisan!"

The chirping, cheerful voice brings a warm smile to his face as he turns toward the young customer.

"You're welcome! Happy to please~" Prepared by memory and touch, he carefully offers the freshly made corndog into the giddy anticipated hands of the little girl.

Her mother, watching the entire exchange, pays him with a warm grin of her own. "Thank you once again! Will you be here later? She just love your corndogs!"

"Glad you like them," he responds, tipping his faded hat at her flattering words in gratitude. "But yes, I'll still be here in the park. Tend to rotate every hour or two for better coverage! Gotta make sure everyone gets a taste of these beauts!"

Just as he gives the aging but sturdy cart a playful pat, a soft chime interrupts the moment.

Feeling his pockets for a moment, the old man pulls out a pocket watch before flashing the vintage item to them.  "Looks like it's time to do just that..."

As they prepared to part ways, the little girl suddenly stops when her attention is caught—not by the watch, but by something else within the cart.

"What's that?" she asks, pointing a corn-dog-greased finger towards the numerous pieces of papers that basically covered the entire cart.

"That?" he echo, following her line of inquiry.

His heart swell with emotions when his fingertips gently brush along crinkled edges that harbored a world of memories. 

"Ah, these are very special papers," he began, voice taking a softer, more nostalgic tone. "It is a gift from someone very dear to me—my granddaughter."

The mother paused, her interest in the conversation evident by the ensuing silence. She gives a smile and gentle nod, prompting him to continue.

"Quite the remarkable young lady; so strong and kind-hearted. Not around much these days though. Off making the world a better place in her own way..." he shares, pride twinkling within his murky eyes. "Before she left, she gave me those protective talismans. Said it would keep me safe from harm."

Fueled by imagination, the little girl leans closer, eyes wide with wonder. "Like...magic?" she whisper conspiratorially, captivated by the notion.

"Just like magic," he confirms with a chuckle. "Might not understand all that sorcerer stuff, but I do know it's her way of looking after me. And with these old eyes not being what they used to be, this little charm makes me feel safe...like she's still with me watching over my stand even when far away."

Satisfied with the tale and now fully focused on the treat in her hand, the child takes a hearty bite of her corndog causing the two adults around to laugh.

With one final nod of farewell, the woman ushers her daughter back into the carnival's lively embrace, leaving the old man alone with his thoughts.

As he watched their blurry figures merge into the crowd, a bittersweet feeling washed over him. They reminded him of his own family—his late daughter and the granddaughter he cherished.

Shaking off the memories, he began packing up his cart, preparing for the move. Methodically securing the lids on the condiment jars, he—

thump

The old man pauses. The sound was soft, easily missed to the average person amidst the carnival's bustling setting.

But to his trained ear, it was clear as day.

Hands hovering over a jar of mustard, his head slightly tilts, listening for any follow-up noises that might explain the oddity.

Hearing nothing more, he lets curiosity win and investigate. He steps slowly around the cart, his aging eyes scanning the countertops.

In the dimming light it was hard to make out its details, but he managed to see a cylinder-like object lying on the edge of the cart.

"Hmm, what's this now?" he muttered under his breath, leaning over cautiously to get a closer look.

Though his eyes was not as sharp as they used to be, it...almost looked like a....hotdog?

Then again, it wasn’t uncommon for things to get a bit jumbled during the busy hours—'must've accidentally left it out.'

"Welp. Can't waste good food," he lightly hums, body moving instinctively to retrieved to still salvageable food; the waste not, want not mentality flaring in his mind.

With a gentle hand, he picks up the object. It felt slightly heavier than a typical hotdog, its texture more leathery than smooth.

He brushes the differences off; attributing it to being overexposed to heat. 

Skewering it onto a wooden stick without much thought, he places the hotdog back into the heater next to the others immediately disappearing from sight—and, unbeknownst to him, from the world of Jujutsu sorcerers.

As the door of the hotbox clanged shut, the talismans around it unknowingly casted a veil over the finger, shielding it from magical detection. 

Humming a tune from his youth, the old man pushed his cart to the next location with a smile; blissfully unaware of the chaos his simple action had caused.

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"Look at this place!" Adora exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Where should we go next?!"

You followed her gaze, taking in the vibrant lights, the colorful booths, and the enticing aromas wafting through the air.

Hours of getting on kiddie rides and walking around and you still haven't gotten enough of it all.

"Bubba! What do you think of the carnival?" you glance down at your brother, whom you affectionately call Bubba (and he mimics back to you), as he's strapped to your chest in a baby carrier.

The toddler looks around with wide, curious eyes, soaking in the lively scene.

"Carni fun!" He babbles, clapping his hands before reaching out to grab at the colorful lights and towering rides.

Adora face flushes as she coos at his reaction. "He's loving this! You made a great choice bringing him along."

As you weave through the crowd, Bubba cutely announces "Hung'y! Wanna eat!" His small fist tugging at your shirt with growing impatience.

Laughing at his sudden proclamation, you looked at Adora with a shrug. "Time for a food break, I guess?"

Adora nods, eyes scanning the rows of food stands.

"There’s a corndog stand just over there. Looks like they’ve got the good, old-fashioned kind," she says, pointing towards the stand with a grin.

You all make your way to the corndog stand, where the scent of fried batter and sweet mustard fills the air.

The old man behind the counter, still humming to himself, turns with a welcoming smile as you approach. "Hello there! What can I serve you today?"

"We'll have two corndogs," Adora says as she hand over some cash, Bubba excitedly echoing her with a cheerful "Two!"

With a nod the old man, movements slow but precise, prepares your order. He opens the hotbox, pulling out three prepared hotdogs on a skewer.

As he dips them into the cornmeal batter, you can't help but notice a subtle tension in the air—almost as if a wave of electricity washed over the carnival. 

You break out of your trance with a nudge from Adora, her smug faced expression coming to view. "Betcha you glad I got your ass up and came out today. Great break from everything...its giving best friend of the year."

Your eyes roll at her antics, instead focusing on Bubba's gibberish with a smile. "I guess you did do your one this time. But seriously though, thanks for dragging us out."

"Anytime! What are besties for?"

Corndogs fried to a golden crisp, the old man hands them over with a bright grin. "Here you youngin's go. Enjoy the carnival~"

You break a piece of bread from the corndog off, giving the toddler something small to digest while keeping the hotdog portion for yourself.

Seizing the moment for a bit of fun, Adora holds up her corndog with a mischievous smile.

"Let's see who can eat theirs the fastest! Loser has to ride the Nightmare Drop," she challenges, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Bubba gleefully eats what's in his hand, slobbering and chewing messily at the bread.

You agree with a laugh, raising your own corndog. "You’re on."

With that, the both of you quickly bring the corndogs to your mouths and start eating as fast as possible. You’re halfway through, about to take another giant bite, when suddenly, a darkness paints the sky.

The crowd murmurs in confusion as people glance upwards, bewildered at how it could be dark in the middle of the day.

Just as you turn to Adora with questions in your eyes, the ground beneath you shakes violently.

An explosion rocks the carnival, sending shockwaves through the crowd. People start running, scattering in every direction as the festive atmosphere turns to one of fear and panic.

You instinctively clutch Bubba closer to your chest as Adora grips your arm. "What's going on?!" she yells over the cacophony of terrified screams.

"Stay close!" you shout back, pulling her towards what you hope will be a safer spot, away from the frenzied crowd.

People scream as terrifying creatures began to materialize from thin air, their hideous forms sending waves of panic through the carnival.

You and Adora are frozen in fear, wide eyes taking in the otherworldly sight as chaos swirled around.

It wasn't until Bubba’s frightened cries did you snapped out it and you started moving, dragging Adora with you once again.

A towering monster comes into view. Its grotesque form swatting away nearby people like flies when it suddenly began to lumber closer.

Realizing it was targeting your group, you quickly unstrap Bubba from your chest harness and usher the 2 year old to hide behind some nearby rubble.

"Stay right there, Bubba. Don't come out until I tell you!" you whisper, a pang of guilt piercing your chest as you leave him trembling but safe.

It’s just you and Adora now, with the cursed creature looming before you.

Despite being shaky and on the verge of tears, you couldn't help but mutter a small joke. "Damn… I didn't even get a chance to finish my corndog."

Adora turns her gaze to you, frustration and fear written on her face. "Are you shitting me-no you know what? Gone head do it now...might as well have your last fucking supper!"

Voices cut through the panic.

"Where is it, Itadori?!" "It's close… right here!" 

Megumi and Itadori appear on the scene, their faces tense as they survey the battlefield. Their eyes land on the curse's raised hand before flickering to you standing there with the half-eaten corndog in hand.

You lift the half-eaten corndog to the sky with a sigh as if giving a grim toast. Biting down, you accept your fate with a swallow.

Megumi’s eyes widen in horror just as the curse's hand swings down to crush you and Adora.

"WAIT NO!" he screams, "STO—"

An explosion of cursed energy fills the air, blowing the creature's arm off in a burst of smoke and twisted energy.

The curse bellows out in pain, retreating a few steps as it clutches the bleeding stump. Dust swirls around the scene, cloaking everyone in a gray haze.

As the smoke clears, Megumi and Itadori’s faces twist into expressions of shock and confusion.

There you stand, unscathed, as black markings crawl along your brown face. An unsettling gleam fills your eyes, their once striking silver shifting into a deadly blood red.

Your lips curl as a sultry and sadistic laugh erupts from your mouth, echoing through the suddenly still air. 

"AHAHAHA! Finally!" you exclaim, looking down at your hands with glee. "Not the form I'd originally want, but I'll take this over being imprisoned in that brat’s body any day."

Megumi stares, frozen in shock and disbelief. "Oh…"

Itadori watches in stunned silence as the mouth on his cheek, belonging to Sukuna, widens into a big malicious grin. "Shit."

Sukuna's mouth twists into a sinister smirk, the cruel joy unmistakable. "Looks like there was someone else who could survive my power after all."

"Now, all I need to do is kill and absorb that brat's body," you say, pointing at a shocked Itadori, "find the rest of my fingers, regain my full power, and take over this pathetic planet just as I was supposed to thousands of years ago!"

Adora stands frozen, disbelief etched across her face before anger breaks her out of it. "____ are you high? W-what the FUCK are you going on about?!"

Your red eyes snap to her, causing the girl to cower at the weight of your gaze.

Your lips spread into a wicked grin, sharp canines poking out. You raise your hand menacingly. "Perfect. I needed some blood to be spilled anyways… starting to feel like I’m getting too soft."

Just as you're about to swipe at her, Itadori leaps forward and kicks you away. He lands in front of Adora, fists clenched and jaw set.

"Come on, Megumi! We have to stop him before he goes on a rampage." He glances at you, his fist raised in determination. "We got this."

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"Ugh… w-we… don’t got this…" Itadori groans as he struggles to his feet, his breath labored and bruises already forming.

Right beside him laid a bloodied Megumi, barely able to lift his head.

You stride over to them, grabbing both by the collars and hauling them up like grocery bags. They groan at the movement, their faces twisted in pain.

You look at them with a pout, mockingly inspecting them like produce in a store.

"Not bad," you say before your playful demeanor drops with a sneer, "but not good enough." 

Then, with a vicious kick, you send them flying across the dirt. The two boys land painfully, rolling to a stop as they clutch their sides and gasp for breath.

It was then at that moment Gojo and Nobara finally appear.

"So... what's the damage?" Gojo asks, immediately whipping out his phone and pointing it at the battered faces of Megumi and Itadori. He snaps a few quick photos, his smile unwavering.

"Man, you guys are really messed up....the second years would love to see this! Hey Nobara, get in on this!"

"Ain't gotta tell me twice!" Nobara exclaims, squeezing between the injured duo and holding up bunny signs behind their heads with a bright grin much to Megumi’s annoyance.

His eyebrows twitch with irritation as he tries to scowl, but his battered body protests. Had he not been too injured to move, he would swear his foot would be so far up Gojo's a—

"So... did you find it?" Gojo asks casually, seemingly unconcerned about the state of his students.

Then, Megumi does something he's never done before in all the years Gojo has been his guardian: he sheepishly avoids the snow-white haired male's gaze, his lips pursed in a silent refusal to speak.

Gojo was too stunned to speak.

It wasn't until the nervous um of Itadori did the teacher break out of his shock and finally face the pinkette.

"Yes, Itadori? Do you know where the finger is?"

The first-year nervously and points a finger at you. "She… she… ate it."

"...."

"...."

"...."

"For real?" Both Gojo and Nobara ask simultaneously, their faces deadpanned.

"For real," Itadori and Megumi answer in unison.

Nobara shudders at the thought. "Ew! What the HELL is up with you guys?! First this booger-eater and now her?! What? Does the mf taste like teriyaki jerky or something?!" She sticks her tongue out and gags.

"H-Hey! If you must know, I stopped in middle school!" Itadori snaps back defensively.

"Okay!" Gojo clasps his hands with a strained smile. "First off: eww Itadori. Now! Can we please get back to the problem at hand? Was she able to gain back control from Sukuna?"

Receiving a unified shake of heads, the Limitless user release a sigh.

"...guess he really found the perfect vessel. No strings or restrictions whatsoever," Gojo muses before stretching with a grin. "Welp! I guess it’s time to get a little serious."

Adjusting his blindfold, Gojo steps forward, grin growing wider in excitement. "Not really fond of killing such a pretty lady, but duty calls~"

"Wait, wait, wait... WHAT?! You're gonna kill my best friend? The hell you will!" Adora calls out, her voice cracking, but she still steps forward defiantly.

Gojo tilts his head in confusion. "I'm afraid your best friend is dead. If you haven't noticed, she's no longer in control of her body. So we have to kill her, unless you want Sukuna to kill you."

"Enough of this!" you bellow as the powerful aura around you radiates in a mixture of red and blue. Gojo raises an eyebrow curiously—Sukuna's aura should have been entirely red. "Time to rid myself of you like I should have the first time."

Just as the two of you charge forward, ready to collide, a piercing wail cuts through the air. "BUBBA! BUBBAAAAA!"

Your gaze snaps toward the cry, dodging Gojo's attack you freeze mid-step.

"Bubba? [Brother name]?" The tattoos on your face slowly begin to fade, confusion etching across your features.

A snarl emerges from Itadori's cheek, Sukuna's voice seething with disbelief. "What? NO! IMPOSSIBLE. Not only the brat, but you too?!"

You start looking around frantically, searching for the source of the cry. "[Brother's name]!"

"BUBBAAAA!" The cry rings out again, and your head snaps toward the direction only to see the same curse from earlier, this time holding your little brother as it prepares to swallow him.

Horror washes over your face, and you release a gut-wrenching scream, "[BROTHER NAME]!"

A powerful burst of blue aura explodes around you as you sprint across the ground, leaping up in time to pull your little brother into your arms just as he drops into the curse's mouth.

Your momentum carries both of you down into the gaping jaws, and the curse swallows you whole.

For a moment, silence falls over the scene, everyone trying to process what just happened:

The curse happily rubs its bloated belly, gleefully muttering a "yummy yummy" in satisfaction.

Adora lets out a scream of disbelief, slowly sinking down to the ground in shock.

Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi could only stare, their eyes wide while Gojo scratches the side of his head with a bemused expression. "Well shit...that just happened."

Moments after his words hang in the air, the curse stops moving. Its eyes widen in sudden panic as its body begins to swell uncontrollably.

Right before it bursts, it utters a confused, "Uh wh—"(uh oh).

The curse's body explodes, energy rippling through the area with strong winds. When the dust finally settles, steam rises up from the newly made crater in the ground.

And in the place where the exorcised curse once was stood you, with Bubba securely attached to your chest in his baby strap.

A swirling aura of red and blue surrounds you, one eye glowing crimson while the other shines [eye color].

You look down to see Bubba already gazing up at you, his chubby hands grabbing your face as he coos softly, "Bubba, Bubba."

"Once again... that just fucking happened."

[colourstreakgryffin]

I saw this image on Pinterest and it made me giggle a lot. May I request a Choso x Female Reader fluff oneshot based on this? Like after this awkward encounter choso attempts to talk to someone else which is reader who is actually really kind and is actually willing to make conversation with Choso making him feel human 😊

Oooh! Definitely! That’d be a amazing concept for our dear big brother Choso himself. He deserves so much love and affection so goddamn yes, I am going to write this. Love the idea, big credits to you! And sorry, this is also short and bad

Kamo Choso- One of the Same

Choso did not suspect this whatsoever… he didn’t suspect you to be so friendly, sociable and open-hearted. Almost everybody here are hardened and closed-off, that it’s almost tiresome. He cannot help but feel that you don’t belong within this team. You’re glowing with positivity and shining brighter than the sun, willing to talk to somebody like him whilst Kashimo, the first person Choso tried to communicate with, immediately ignored him and rightfully ignored him

Choso is so confused, even though he was the one who approached you, defeated and certain he’d get rejected again, as he listens to you talk to him and he answers after a bit of hesitation and timidity. He isn’t the best at social situations, clearly very socially-inept and whilst he wanted to know what friendship is like, outside of guarding and caring for his beloved little brother Yuji, he isn’t actually ready to handle such a extroverted, kind person like you. It doesn’t mean he will walk away now

He actually really appreciates how sweet you are, it’s a rarity to find a sugary gemstone within this dark cruel world

Choso… feels like a person when he talks to you. The way you smile genuinely, the way you respond excitably at his every small comment, the way you look at him like he isn’t a Cursed Object called a ‘Death Painting’. He feels likes you, that he isn’t a monster at all and that was has drawn him to you in such a small time

Choso went from just standing in the corner, only communicating with Yuji when he needed to, to full-blown talking to and nodding in response to you, the kind gentle member of this little Sorcery squad. Sitting down with you on a nice big rock whilst the group had been setting up camp outside during this whole Culling Games, Yuji feels immense pride for Choso, for his ‘older brother’ finally being able to branch out and find a new friend. It doesn’t help that Choso finds you very pretty

He could listen to you talk to him anytime and he is pretty glad he gathered back enough self-confidence to approach you on his own. He has his first ever non-family friend he wished he had made beforehand and he really likes this warm, fuzzy feeling you’re giving him as you keep hearing him out and boosting him up to speak more. He is still little and quiet whilst having this conversation, but he feels less isolated and alienated. He feels like he can say anything and be supported

In reality, you’ve always liked how cool and loving he is to his brothers so you’ve been wanting to talk to him seperately for a while now. You can see why Yuji has decided to ally with him, Choso is a wonderful person, even if he is a Cursed Object to his core. Yet, this Cursed Object really likes the pretty sorcerer listening to him and flashing that gorgeous smile on her pretty face

“Well… do you have any siblings, Dokusha?”

[cringebuthappy]

So, here is my little essay for that one person who's interested in my idea.

First things first, my other fic. I translated it, as promised, and you can read it here. I was honestly very surprised that people took it so well. I should thank you for giving me the motivation and courage to share my little experiment with others.

Now to the concept. Its main idea is to describe my subjective perception of Mouthwashing plot, which I developed after watching the trailer and playing The Last One and Then Another. As the developers intended, I mistakenly thought that Curly was to blame for the crash (and thanks to the cake scene from the trailer, it seemed to me that he could sit and talk, lol. This also became part of my new idea), and the main point of the game is to understand why he did it. Around the same time period, I played Cruelty Squad and became so deeply imbued with the atmosphere of corporate suffering and torment of the flesh that I wanted to add it to my work. Depression Nap is the official theme of this fic, check it out.

Below are descriptions of cruelty and references to suicide.

The Earth is slowly dying. Natural resources are almost over, the air is polluted, Sun explosion is just around the corner, people are eating plastic. In order to somehow escape from extinction, humanity explores space in search of a habitable planet, and the most prosperous of people can already leave the dying garbage dump and start living on a large spaceship resort powered by the energy of another star (like in WALL-E). Companies like Pony Express specialize in delivering various stuff to colonizers and refugees from Earth.

Curly developed depression amid general hopelessness. Constant advertisements on TV are saying the Earth will die soon, streets covered in toxic smoke, everything is getting more expensive very quickly and is rapidly falling in quality. Curly is tormented by one thought: before all this is over, the situation will become unbearably bad. And it scares him.

Pony Express, this cheap and unethical company, receives an offer to make a delivery to the very space resort. It takes 5 years to fly there by cargo ship. Of course, during such a long flight, the crew members will simply tear each other apart from boredom. The solution is quite non-standard: to make boredom not a hindrance, to reduce the need for all kinds of pleasures. Create a so-called dopamine block by injection.

My friend, when I told him about it, said: "Yeah, so they have money for injections, but they can't give them a couple of board games and a TV with CDs, right?" Yes, but a couple of board games and cartoons won't help you last five years in isolation. In addition, they still need sexual satisfaction, and dopamine is also responsible for arousal. With one injection, you can forget about the human needs for five years. Minor side effects: problems with perception and the gastrointestinal tract.

One problem with these injections: they react very poorly to sugar. Therefore, there are only sweeteners on the Tulpar.

The dopamine block works poorly on the already depressed Curly, making him feel even worse. He sees the deplorable condition of his crew (imagine someone looking at the drying paint with a manic smile, drooling yellow from their mouth), and after four years of being in this mentally retarded hell, he can no longer tolerate it and decides to commit suicide.

The most painless and quiet way to do this is to swallow something in quantities incompatible with life. In a last rebellious outburst to annoy Pony Express, Curly decides to drink mouthwash, which he knew about due to his position as captain. But wait a minute: this killer mixture contains a huge amount of sugar. As soon as Curly takes a sip, the dopamine block in his head explodes with a huge bright flash. A star is born.

Emotions, desires, years of suppressed excitement pile on Curly at once, and he begins to go crazy. The chemical in his blood mixes with sugar and creates madness.

Fun fact: a lack of dopamine is a sign of schizophrenia.

"We will become great. Let's be reborn among the stars." says Curly during his birthday celebration and crashes the ship a few minutes later.

As I've already said, Curly hasn't lost his ability to speak, and his speeches are full of religious nonsense about rebirth through torment. While the crew is desperately trying to find out why he did what he did, he tells them about the great plans, cosmic dust and the incredible abilities of the human soul. In the end, he convinces the crew to open the cargo hold, after which everyone starts drinking mouthwash for their own reasons. Dopamine blocks break down, everyone starts to go crazy in their own way, converting to a new faith.

Let's look at each character individually.

Swansea. He's already familiar with addiction, but he drinks the most. He turns into a bodyguard, a warrior with an axe in hands, guarding the peace of his idol. Silent and emotionless, like a stone golem, he accompanies Curly, carries him around the ship and protects him from Jimmy's attacks. Realizing how meaningless all these years of abstinence and proper living had been, Swansea suddenly became empty and now can only follow simple and understandable instructions. His soaked brain no longer perceives joy.

Daisuke. He's a child who is looking for a strong mentoring figure, which is what Curly becomes for him. He absorbs all his crazy ideas like a sponge and retells them to other crew members, spreading the word of the prophet. He tries to be like an object of his adoration, like his role model, because he himself has no stable goal and no understanding of how to achieve it.

Anya. May all her fans forgive me, but in this universe she is a nymphomaniac. And before you try to strangle me, let me explain.

No, she wouldn't throw herself at every member of the crew in a wild fit of passion. Despite everything, she is still Anya, a modest and reserved girl. She aches with desire, but hides it deep inside, swallows it and continues to be obediently silent. She is like a concubine by the king's side - meek, obedient, confident in him, unconfident in herself.

Why is this necessary? Firstly, to create a striking contrast with the original and emphasize the evil irony. Secondly, to reveal one of the aspects of my hyperbolized dopamine explosion, which, among other things, manifests itself in increased sexual desire. Thirdly, to pay homage to the book/game I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream (listen, listen! I HAVE NO MOUTH THAT I MUST WASH), in particular to the character Ellen, who was chaste before the events of the book, but after turned into a sex addict (in the game she was sexually assaulted before the apocalypse).

Jimmy. Ironically, he remained the most adequate member of the crew, because he didn't drink mouthwash until the last moment. He was unsociable and communicated only with Curly, and therefore felt deeply betrayed when he crashed the ship. Despite a long and close relationship, Jimmy didn't understand how Curly's depression worked, and all possible reasons for his action seemed stupid and far-fetched to him. He misses the Earth a lot, misses simple joys like favorite dishes and sunny weather, and gets very angry when Curly, like a propaganda radio, broadcasts that Earth is bad and they need to forget about it. Jimmy is the only one who keeps asking Curly why he messed up everything, and when he gets a vague, delusional answer, he hurts Curly, and then tries to kill him, after which he is tied up, forcibly watered with mouthwash and left under Swansea's supervision.

Further events may seem a little strange. That's because I haven't really thought them through. Inspiration comes during writing, but I never got to this stage.

Six months after the crash, Daisuke, after listening to Curly, commits self-immolation, trying to become like his mentor and, according to his twisted theory, be reborn into an immortal disembodied being, carelessly plowing the expanses of space. Jimmy, taking advantage of the situation, puts pressure on Swansea's guilt and convinces him that this can't go on, that Curly needs to be stopped. Swansea frees Jimmy, and they head to the medbay, where Anya has already closed up with Curly and a gun. When Jimmy and Swansea do get inside, Anya, frightened by the axe, shoots the entire barrel at Swansea. Scared and angry, Jimmy picks up an axe and rushes at her. In result: Anya is killed, and Jimmy is left alone with a rotting source of insanity, hallucinations and addiction to mouthwash.

Jimmy continues to live on the ship with Curly. Oh, look, the captain has become normal again! He's grown over his skin, started walking again!

'course not. There he is, Curly, lying dead. He died shortly after the rest of the crew. Jimmy was left with corpses and a nonexistent friend pouring sugar poison into his mouth and ears.

After an indefinite amount of time, the Tulpar, floating freely through space, falls on the radars of that very resort ship. A small shuttle with a reconnaissance team separates from it and decides take Jimmy to the base. Jimmy, obeying an imaginary Curly, kills everyone in the shuttle, gets behind the wheel and directs his kamikaze ship at full speed directly into the side of the resort ship.

Because we survived for a reason, Curly tells him, putting his nonexistent hand on his shoulder. We've become prophets, we're obliged to enlighten humanity. Through torment, we will all be reborn and become stars. Careless deities living in the boundless cosmos.

WITH YOUR FEET ON THE AIR AND YOUR HEAD ON THE GROUND

TRY THIS TRICK AND SPIN IT

YEAH

Yes, I love Fight Club.

Well, that's all. The ending is open, but I think it's quite understandable. If you want to discuss something else, let me know, I like to chat. Thank you for reading my little flight of fancy.

[plaindangan]

I'm not entirely sure if Its the blog to ask it but eh, its danganesque enough! Oh nuuuuu, the ladies of project eden's garden are locked in a killing game, the DRAMA. Anyway something something plot, and to get out they must wear slutty costumes and show off their curves. Look I dont know what plot to put this around, basically a disguised tierlist of THICCNESS of the project eden's garden gals, like,tsumugi judging ranking and analyzing the SEX appeal of the girls (in front of them, and tsumoomoo being a total GOONER (who also takes her job very furiously, she wont hesitate to be harsh and even condescending to flatties plain er than plain!) (with each having a stat for boobies, butts, tongue length (as im told by people it matters) and body type (looking at u muscle mommy ingrid) as well as (if you feel like it) sexy costume wore)

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Bust Size

Ass Size

(Forgot Mara - she's in Big and Booty-ful)

Tongue Length

Body Type

(Not in order of favoritism, just a listings of body types so far)

Costumes

(Not in order of favoritism, just a listing of their costumes)

-

"I hear someone wants moi's opinion on the new upcoming spin-off show of Team Danganronpa? Why, I'd be glad to give you a behind the scenes assessment of this nine beauties~"

Tsumugi's Report:

"Best Boobas: "C-come onnnn, this is torture!! Both Eloise and Ingrid are so damn FULL it's unreaaaaaaaaal!!! Who to choose?!! A usuall ynaked-apron having, sweaty, mega-pecs flashing, Ingrid?!! Or a walking wardrobe malfunction that can rival Cowede's in sheer TANK size?!! God it's so haaaarddddd!!....Least Toshiko is a breeze!! Sorry short-stuff, but while shortstacks are appealing, it's better to have some booba than none at all!!!"

"Best Booty: "Okay, this one was a landslide, but it's not as if the others weren't trying............it's just Eloise set the bar too darn high~ Her pudgy, clapcakes, are just, mmmmmhhhhhhhhh!!! Too damn scrumptious!!! It just blows everyone else out of the water, especially Grace - poor bunny has ZERO ass~ Honorable mention to Toshiko and Cassidy!! Toshiko really puts the STACK in shortstack and all those gaming sessions on her ass for Cass really paid off~"

"Best Tongue: Like the chameleon she's fond of, Diana's tongue is friggin' huge! You wouldn't believe me since she's so good at keeping it inside...but get her horny enough? Goddd, it's like if Genocider was a cutie-pie from the staaarrrrrtt! Also do have to give respect for those like Grace who almost cinched the win, Wenona (money can buy you quite the 'pop' sucker, huh?~) and Eva (can see why she gets away with so many lies~). Too bad this is also the category where Ingrid just lacked, admittedly. These days, regular plain-ol lickers just aren't doing enough for the audiences..."

"Body Sizes: "Feels like this is an accurate assessment over which beauty goes where. Though, personally, the network favors pushing girls that are on the muscle mommy side (like a certain ASSassin~) or kind of busty and thicc (a cow-ish pianist would know) As such, Mara, Ingrid, Diana and Eva would generally be the winners here."

"Costumes: Tsumugi's Rating Time!!! They were tasked with wearing a sexy outfit that corresponds with their animal theme!! Let's see how they did!!:"

Cassidy - "Gotta admire a good Spiderman cosplay....albeit, it would have been better if she didn't wind up buying the cheapest one around. All those rips, especially in the peach area, while it makes for good fanservice, it doesn't quite make for good cosplay. 1/5"

Diana - "Attention!! A slutty soldier enters the arena. AKA Diana with a rolled army shirt up to her boobs and a small camo green cargo shorts. But, that's not all!!! Any skin that was showing was covered in quite the impressive body paint as well~ Now that's creative! 5/5"

Eloise - "We really needed to get her a more fitting costume or suggest better stores for her to go to. The ballerina idea was a great idea, but whatever pinhead gave her that costume had it too small for her so....it was pretty much malfunction central~ 2/5"

Eva - "You might wonder how one can make a plague doctor be sexy given how much they cover up. Eva can tell you that at least~ On the surface she was dressed up in quite the thick set of coats...but that was just a feign! Once she took those off, she showed off her skin-tight, leather, bodysuit that was HUGGING her figure! Excellent misdirect!! 5/5"

Grace - "A pink bunny suit!!! Honestly, expected given the hat (if a bit on the plain side), but she really makes it work!! After all, what better than a dirty-talking Aussie woman shouting at you to throw her tips while she poles poles dances for you!! The viewers just eat those sort of things up!! 3/5!"

Ingrid - "I will forever respect Ingrid's dedication to the bit. Sure, her attire was just too darn short and exposed everything from minute one. Sure, she was a bit too rough in her movements and had top & sleeves midway through. Sure, her attempts at making ketchup art on eggs just...had her put too much force into it...but darn she tried and that's what matters!! 1/5"

Mara - "Our resident silent, but sexy girl!! She might not express it much, but I think she really loved dressing up even more than the others. Her ninja outfit had quite the incredible hip vents, that sarashi showed juuuust enough cleavage to it, and can appreciate the full-on face mask given her usual style. Also helps she brought an actual katana with her as well!! Props for her for doing her best!! 4/5"

Toshiko - "Stunning!!! She was a flamenco dancer with quite the moves to back herself up...and, well, back 'it' up as well~ Yeah, you can bet your own booty that Toshiko was shaking her's, and with her curvy hips going into overdrive, it was a performance that really highlighted that she knew her stuff. 4/5"

Wenona - "Money can't buy you happiness, but it sure as Hell can buy you a good berserker outfit. Fur capes, boots and, God that fur bikini was stunning!! It really highlight how goddamn beautiful this rich bitch was and it wasn't as if she neglecting the 'brutal' side of a berserker as well. She even got her own axe to to slice at some wood they brought in - and cut them clean in half!! Guess Wenona is just a perfectionist for these types of things~ 5/5"

"Final Rankings - the P:EG girls were judged and given points based on their placement in the categories, AKA the first two. Getting in first place nets you two points and getting in the second spot gets you 1 point! For the categories of Body Size and Costumes, judging based on how got a '4' and '5' for the latter, and for the former those who the network prefers gets a '2'."

"Now....tallying up the scores we get -!!!!"

"DIANA VENICIA!!!!"

"Congratulations!!! When it comes down to it, this girl just new had the perfect know how to blend in to this environment and be consistently in the top Networks eat cute, yet busty, girls like her for breakfast, that tongue of her's is just PERFECT for getting fantasies to go wild, and her cosplay game makes me just want to hire her for some 'less than safe for work' practices~ Ahhhhhhhh!!!~ She's bound to be a fan favorite for when Eden's Garden first chapter comes about, so all eyes stayed glued to her and her 'talents'~ Director Shirogane demands that of you!!!"

[abbysbasement]

i want to run my pussy on abby's hammer like a cat in heat i need her to make fun of me i want to suck on her tongue spit everywhere i do not care amen

AN; this is that shit that makes you embarrassed to look at mirrors after you write it. I gotta go... repently shamefully for this... if you know what I mean.

content tags: MEAN dom!Abby, assplay, object insertion (r!receiving, anal, yeah...) spanking (r!receiving), degradation (abs calls the reader whore, slut, bitch, etc.) , humiliation, name calling, affectionate pet name used in mean ways, mindbreak if u squint and tilt your head, strap on penetration (r!receiving), messy/dirty sex? public sex, nobody walks in but reader has thoughts about if someone did. spit kink but not in the mouth. abby and the reader and kinda nasty dirty and unhinged but are deeply in love and there IS aftercare!! started as an informal headcannon, somehow we got to paragraphs and thousand-word counds

WC: 3.1k

proofread?: yes \ no \ barely

tl;dr: abby sluts you out for being bad, you become very well-acquainted with a hammer.

just want u to know that you’re sick (lovingly) and I had to get in peak porn writing position to pump out this reply… no pun intended.

first of all we would have to fight over the hammer but that’s neither here nor there let’s unpack mean, condescending dom abby who loves to tease and make u cry.

I know I said Abby wouldn’t like fucking in public but I also love going back on my word and maybe this is one of those times where she gets super frustrated with you and decides to take u down a peg. she’s forever the doting, loving girlfriend but she knows she’s created a spoiled brat, nd sometimes u just push her too far; running your mouth too fucking much, using your body to rile her up right before her next assignment, and leaving her high and dry, the way you flaunt everything around the stadium, traipsing around in short little skirts, or a paper-thin button up, the hard baby buds of your nipples greeting everyone you talked to. hell, even the one time she caught you going commando at your job, flashing her little slips of your wet pussy as you passed her items over the consignment desk.

if you wanted to be a loose, disrespectful whore, she could play that game too. if she had to punish you into being good for her again, it was a low price to pay.

she’d tell you she had something to show you in the woods outside the stadium, ‘just something for you and me, mouse.’ of course, she’d give you one last chance to make it up to her, to prove that you’re good. but you’re too cocky, wandering hands trailing over her skin, down her chest, cupping that space between her thighs to feel the fat strap she was packing, just for you. Feigning dropping something on the ground to grind your hips against that hard, imposing bulge. She’d play nice, just for a second, looking down at you from your place on your knees. You had that innocent face plastered on, the slightest pull of a smirk playing at the corner of your mouth.

“hi, mam-“ you started, but she shushed you, instead using her palm to push up your head gently, the telltale sign of your favourite ritual. you opened your mouth hungrily, fanning out your tongue in that pliant, pretty way that she loved, letting her know you were all hers. For a second, it softened her; you, happily on your knees, that look of sheer devotion painting your face, waiting to be molded, created in her image. but it was never that easy, and you recoiled as a heavy spray of saliva drenched your face, sticking to your skin and dribbling from your stuck-together lashes. You blinked it back, vision obscured, hands moving away to wipe it causing a filthy smear on your visage.

Your play at aloofness was the last straw, and you found hard fingers tangling their way into your hair and forcing you down in a different position, the pit of her lips and her hot breath beating the side of your face.

“you take me for a fucking joke, cunt?”

“No mama, never— jus’ playin’ a little bit—“

you’d pout, craning your neck to look at her through fluttered lashes and teary eyes. Her jaw was clenched tight, forcing her words through gritted teeth. Eyes dark and predatory, looking over you like a piece of meat. A trail of fear cobbled down your spine and Abby walked it, shoving your mid back down to get you exactly how she wanted you. You were arched up with your tummy and breasts pressed down into the grass, the soft globes of your soft, plentiful ass poking from your flipped-over skirt, knees scuffed by the soil. you were sure that your face was caked with mud or would be. Your cunny wet your panties easily from the excitement of it all, dripping from that pit of terror and sheer animalistic arousal that only Abby, your one true owner could unlock. The slick ran down your thighs, filthy little drips painting your skin that made her own cunt boil internally. From below, you could see the woman who towered over you crack a crooked smile.

There she was.

“Didn’t I say that if you make it hard for me, I’ll make it hard for you?”

You nodded, silently, shamefully. Abby was cruel, palming your ass violently, kneading it, a rage that had been simmering for weeks boiling over in one moment, and you were the frog who didn’t notice the temperature rising until it was too late. “Better brace yourself, dumb fuckin’ whore.”

You wanted to press your luck. to tease just a bit harder, to say ‘for what?’ with the hopes she’d squirm, get out of her body a bit, see if you could brat your way into getting just a little bit more. But before you could open your mouth to let out a cheeky quip, a sound something like the swing of a knife in the wind cut through the silence, and a forgiveless, merciless blow dented your little ass. Your body shot forward against your will, every muscle in those damned delicious arms working overtime to knock you off balance. You knew you were severely fucked, that Abs would have you walking funny for days after how you behaved, that she had no plans of going easy on you.

“Mam- mommy, mommy,” you started, babbling like a fool, nose running and mouth awash with drool as you took your punishment, warm flesh being peppered with harsh smacks that reddened your beloved dom’s palm and indented your skin with hot spiderwebs. She didn’t respond, but you could hear heavy breaths and grunts of exertion pushing out of her nostrils. Your pussy was still leaking, panties nearly translucent from how ruined the fabric was. she was sure to leave a couple of blows there, too, your bitty clitty fighting its way out of its cloak of protection, unwittingly making it a prime target for the abuse your ass was under.

The cloth was removed from you, and abby silently marveled at your redness, the juiciness of your drooling snatch, and how your nub pulsated like it had its own mini heartbeat. she gripped it best she could, wetness making her fingers slip before she could catch good traction, and pulling the bundle of nerves towards her slightly. You were squeaking, moaning, guttural, and animalistic as you fucked your hips in her direction, the pinned hands still captured in her large fist slapping and clawing at any flesh it could find, even the still sensitive globes of your asscheeks. “Ple— fuck, please mama, be niceeee.”

“Fuck are you crying for? You’re a fucking faucet down here, we both know you need this.” water from your eyes dripped down, inky black marks rolling over your nose and into the dirt beneath you, marring your pretty face. your pussy was drooling though, and the rough treatment was exactly what you had been needing. she was always too busy with patrols, or supply runs, or any of the stupid vanity projects Isaac would spring on her at the drop of a hat. she’d feel remorseful about it, trying to placate you at night with lazy rubs to your clit or skating her tongue through your slit, but it wasn’t enough, and all you needed was to get taken down the way you deserved.

like this.

“open up those legs.” she said it like you had a choice, ha. “needa get you ready to take my cock. I mean, that is what you came out here for, right?” you wanted to say a lot, yes mommy, I’m a whore, yes mommy, I’m addicted to your dick, yes mommy, I’m a needy cockslut who has to have it every night lest I lose my fucking mind. but you were already gone; already in that soft, stupid, braindead space where you happily existed as her favourite hole and nothing more, so all you could do was force a weak nod.

but that wasn’t enough for mommy, never enough for mommy. her disapproval came down in the form of her hard, dirty boot on your ass, jostling you, enough to shock you back to life and give you a little scare, but enough to not hurt her baby too bad, because that was unforgivable. she angled her knee over, the tread gripping your ass and splitting your lips apart to reveal the ruby red of your hidden jewel. you could hear the telltale flick and jingle of her utility belt flipping open. there was only a second to exist in confusion before you hissed, keening unintentionally at the feeling of cold metal persisting against those red-hot folds between your thighs.

It was… whatever it was, but it drove you insane; slight bumps, divots, irregularities working every moan and scream out of you, tapping you like a leaky faucet as Abby tormented your hole. That damned work boot kept you open as she took her time, sometimes dipping the unknown attacker into your hole only to let it pop out as she fucked her arm back and forth, up and down, veins pulsing from the exertion. You were insane, fully broken without even feeling her cock in you, being painfully teased, barely fucked with the cold steel she had summoned.

She had fucked you with a lot; grinding on her pistol while she raked the clip through your hole, some shitty keepsake Issac had gotten her to celebrate her first 100 confirmed kills that was just the right size and girth for an anal dildo. fuck, even detached the quiver of her crossbow so that you could grind and get off like a good little girl in the front of the Jeep while she filled up the boot after a supply run.

But you couldn’t pick this one.

Abs was always good to you, a little mean sometimes, but this was just another way she was good to you, devoted to making your slut pussy feel the way it needed to. She was mean, however, when she left you empty and whimpering at the lack of stimulation as she pulled her arm away, dropping her foot and leaning over you as she brought the weapon of m(ass) destruction to your face. “you run that fuckin’ mouth enough, can use it for useful shit too, right?” She started, rough and imposing. “Get your new friend nice and clean for mommy.”

it was… a ball-peen hammer, flat on one side, rounded and fat on the other, and dripping with your nectar from end to end. You shuddered with excitement. She was so fucking dirty, so fucking sick for this, and you were impossibly turned on by it. you needed more. Your lips formed an O instantly, taking the less girthy head into your mouth, moaning at the taste of your own sinful juices coating your tongue. if anyone came upon this sight, if a passing group of scars came by and blew your head off, It didn’t matter, nothing mattered right now, the two of you could get ambushed at that very moment, and you would die happily as mommy’s perfectly debased whore.

she released the grip on your arms, pulling your head up by your hair to fit more of the tool in your waiting, happy mouth. you lapped it all, wetness leaking down your neck and between your pert breasts. Your saliva ran lengthwise down the handle, Abby’s palms being coated in the slick, drippy and sticky. You whined as she took it back, pouting immediately with disappointment. you could hear something muttered, a nonchalant ‘calm the fuck down’ and then the telltale drag of zipper teeth as Abby forced her cock free, dragging the fat head through your folds.

“Want me, mouse?” she said, tone almost sweet again as she fucked slightly into your waiting pussy, just the tip and nothing more. It was almost enough to make the waterworks start again, what felt like hours of evil teasing, toying around with your body like it was a game. She slipped in deeper, then pulled the sheathed inches completely out, biting the fat of her bottom lip as the diamond lines of your wetness stayed connected in thin air. you were fucking gorgeous, and she could take you right here and now, give you all the dick you needed, and melt your brain until you needed to be carried home.

But she wanted to drag it all out, wanted this to be the punishment. You could take all of the receiving, even if the cruel and unusual, but the anticipation, the not having is what killed you; and she knew which ticks would force you to lose it.

you were stumbling, babbling, everything swimming through your head too fast. Your exploited cunny was pulsating, the air blowing between your netherlips making everything so much more sensitive, making your brain even foggier. A thick, adept thumb flattened against your folds, dipping in to collect some of the sacred liquid and smearing it against your inner thigh. Her fingers drummed the fat of your butt impatiently. “So you’re gonna make me take you home? That what you want?”

“No!” You shrieked, on the verge of tantruming. It was too much, enough to wake you up, at attention and ready to take what she was willing to give. “No, no, I mean— want you! need you mama. So bad.” You swirled your hips around for emphasis, grinding against nothing, searching for anything to put out the fire she set inside of you. “On your elbows for me, then.” She said, waiting for you to comply in order to drop your head back down. She hummed in appreciation at your unwavering obedience, enjoying how much you were willing to degrade yourself for this, before she spread open your pussy lips and bottomed out all at once. “Goood fuckin girl, Mouse.”

The fire never got put out, it was quite the opposite, as though your whole body was alight from each nerve ending as she pounded into you with that body made of sheer muscle. She pressed forward, repositioning you with no hands and deepening your arch until she had the proper leverage to hit that fucking spot. She grabbed your hand from behind, guiding you to split your own pussy apart for better access.

Abby loved you for shit like this, how you clenched as you approached a peak, how that sloppy white ring would collect on the blue of her dick. You needed to be fucked like this, to be reminded what happens when toys step out of line and give their owners problems, and she had no qualms with destroying your brain and rebuilding it piece by piece. She could die in this pussy.

Another bead of spit rained against you, a large gob deep in your asshole. She worked you, effortlessly, snapping her hips to batter your cunt every time, using you completely for her twisted desires, moving to slip her thumb into the taut ring for a better grip. You were on cloud nine, barely forming words, sounding like you were speaking in code. Just loud, loose moans ringing from your throat. Yeah, you were sure you’d have to get put on recess for a couple of days to survive the mental effects of this cock.

“Relax for me, babe.” she whispered, softly and sweetly removing her thumb from your tightest hole before the sensation was replaced with something larger, more foreign, cold and hard, and —shiiittt

Abigail Anderson was a fucking crazy person, pushing the ball tip of the hammer into your quivered hole, letting the handle rest on your back as she continued destroying you with no mercy. “Aww, my lil’ Mousey got her very own tail.” She teased, jiggling your ass with her free hand as she watched the brown handle tap against your back in time with her thrusts. You whimpered, and she wrenched your head back up with a firm palm on your neck to meet your eyes. “When Mommy tells a joke, Mousey fuckin’ laughs, right?” She growled into your ear, punctuating her anger with a harsh slap to your already bruised ass and a rough thrust, pounding your secret spot and sending you closer and closer to your orgasm.

You tried to force a giggle, but the sensations from your battered pussy warped the sound into a ragged moan, and you tried to whine, beg, sputter your way into her favour. All you could manage was the stupid repetition of ‘Mousey has a tail, Mousey has a tail!’ until it broke down into just ‘tailtailtailtailfuckkinnnntail’ and until that melted into nothing, just a cheap sob and a scream running through the forest as your orgasm ran through you in the form of floor-sprinkling rivulets and a clench around mommy’s cock.

You wanted to fall but she wouldn’t let you, wanted to cry but she didn’t let you, and then, everything was gone and she was around you, strong arms holding you up, steady hands wiping the dirt from your face, soft lips kissing you everywhere in spite of the dirt on your face. “Got you, Mouse. You’re okay, you’re with me.” She whispered, running a reassuring palm through your hand, moving down to massage the back of your neck.

“Wanna lay down?” She said, motioning to her pack. She always brought a blanket, clean clothes for you, water, snacks, her gun, so that you would never have to hold one with her around. She tried her best to unfurl the fabric with one hand, laying you down and wiping through your poor, swollen kitten with a cloth damp from her canteen. She redressed you, fresh panties, one of her tee-shirts, tented by the hard pebbles of your nipples sticking out. She spread out next to you, letting you find your way to the crook of her neck, to that chest-to-chest position you loved because you could feel her heartbeat like it was yours. she still loved you, of course, would kiss your cheeks and soothe the bruises she left behind and remind you what you have is a forever thing, but that sometimes you need the bad with the good. You were such a bad girl, too whiny and needy for your own good, a spoiled little monster *she* created, but she loved you because of it.

Yeah, she fucking loved you.

[superchat]

there was one persons interpretation of what this visualization is and it hit me so hard i think about it a lot

spoilers under the cut. ill be brief (if i can help it) and keep it pretty cut and dry without much flowery imagery (if i can help it) but whoever reads it can take the pieces and put them together and fill the gaps in with humanity

the various paintings of "isle of the dead" flash through elster

ALSO though the isle of life. (important)

a word that is IN the game is "carcosa" but the word is redacted in every mention of it. users only found it due to datamining.

"carcosa" is a term used in the "king in yellow", and a short story "an inhabitant of carcosa" which was inspired by a poem called "carcassonne". in the short story, there is an ancient, abandoned and ruined city called carcosa and the person wandering it is dead who used to live there. they forgot they were dead and forgot what the city was. until they see their own tombstone and then they remember. the story brings out themes of unfamiliarity, longing, contemplations of death, home

there was a promise made. (did elster make a promise? was it a promise they made to each other? either way.) elster at this moment remembers the promise.

the isle of the dead can very easily be interpreted to be "carcosa". a longing for death, to move on. to be at peace.

elster is bringing that to ariane. bringing her carcosa, her promise. there are several moments that present elster as the ferryman who carries souls from life to death. elster is bringing death to ariane (as was their promise?)

but there can be more to it than that. elster herself, is arianes carcosa. someone dear to her, someone special and someone who is home for her. elster is making her way back to ariane so they can be together (as was their promise?) remember, the isle of life painting ALSO flashes in elster,

maybe their promise was that they would never leave eachothers side. or that they would die together, or that ariane wouldnt suffer. or maybe that neither would suffer. maybe it was a promise to take care of eachother and be there to finish things for the other when time came. or that no matter how bad things got, theyd be with eachother.

but i absolutely LOVE the dynamic as framing elster as the harbinger of death for ariane but also as a harbinger of peace and comfort for ariane. she wants to die, but. she wants elster too. if she could live in peace and comfort with elster. i dont think shed want to die. but she cannot live in peace or comfort. in every sense, elster is her carcosa, and in that moment, elster remembers.

[clioseeker]

Chill Reviews : Do not take this cat home or the fear of being alone (spoiler-free version)

TW : this game has heavy topics that may not are suitable for everyone ! The content warnings of the dev are literally longer than my future. If you're uncomfortable and get triggered about abusive relationships, all forms of violence, heavy horror elements, animal cruelty, mental health related subjects or certain phobias please consider not playing this game. There's also flashing lights, imags and loud noises. Stay safe people, and take care of yourself <3

But if you're still curious, the dev put the entire list of warnings on the downloads, so you can take a peak yourself.

Soooooo, that an heavy one. Today I'm talking about a game that was quite a strange experience, Do not take this cat home. It's an horror visual novel created by Pixeliminal in 2023, it starts with a very simple premice : you (yes, you the player) is walking home on a rainy day, and you find a cute cat in a dark alley. Poor little thing is alone in a cardboard. After this, you have the choice to take it home... Or not.

Isn't that little fella cute ?

Why would you leave it outside ?

I'm not making a classic review with the qualities and the flaws, but more of an essay in fact. This is the type of game that feel more like a unique experiment more than actual gameplay when you turn your brain off and just enjoy. This post is spoiler-free, but the next won't be. If you want to read the second part anyway, I invite you to play or watch the game before.

---{ Graphics }--- ☐ You forget what reality is ☐ Beautiful ☑ Good ☐ Decent ☐ Bad ☐ Don‘t look too long at it ☐ MS-DOS

The graphics seems to be hand-made, it gives a unique look and atmosphere to the game. It's a simple style, cute and looking absolutely innocent. Like the cat is veeeery cute and I personnally want to hug and play with for days. It's a personal opinion but I rather so much 2D games over 3D realist games. The game can't really be dated and that's what it's so charming. It's unique and won't burn your eyes after a few years :3

---{ Gameplay }--- ☐ Very good ☐ Good ☑ It's just gameplay ☐ Mehh ☐ Watch paint dry instead ☐ Just don't

I don't have much to say about it. It's a visual novel, you just have to click dialogue options. You have different choices of dialogue or actions and it'll have a direct impact on the ending you'll get. Just a quick surprise at the last ending, your choices are timed.

---{ Audio }--- ☐ Eargasm ☐ Very good ☑ Good ☐ Not too bad ☐ Bad ☐ I'm now deaf

Dialogues aren't dubbed and the soundtrack is not that remarkable, but it's not bad to listen. In fact, the music perfectly blended with the atmosphere, I mostly keep impressions of cute musics mixed with creepy melodies which stressed me a bit.

---{ Audience }--- ☐ Kids ☐ Teens ☑ Adults ☐ Grandma

Like said above, the game's subjects are a bit tough to handle depending of your past experiences, your fears or your triggers. The horror is there, mostly psychological or body horror. Some endings gave me the itches because of that.

---{ PC Requirements }--- ☐ Check if you can run paint ☑ Potato ☐ Decent ☐ Fast ☐ Rich boi ☐ Ask NASA if they have a spare computer

---{ Game Size }--- ☐ Floppy Disk ☑ Old Fashioned ☐ Workable ☐ Big ☐ Will eat 10% of your 1TB hard drive ☐ You will want an entire hard drive to hold it ☐ You will need to invest in a black hole to hold all the data

---{ Difficulty }--- ☑ Just press 'W' ☐ Easy ☐ Easy to learn / Hard to master ☐ Significant brain usage ☐ Difficult ☐ Dark Souls

---{ Grind }--- ☑ Nothing to grind ☐ Only if u care about leaderboards/ranks ☐ Isn't necessary to progress ☐ Average grind level ☐ Too much grind ☐ You'll need a second life for grinding

---{ Story }--- ☐ No Story ☐ Some lore ☐ Average ☑ Good ☐ Lovely ☐ It'll replace your life

---{ Game Time }--- ☐ Long enough for a cup of coffee ☑ Short ☐ Average ☐ Long ☐ To infinity and beyond

My advice is take an evening or an afternoon when you're fully into into it, the game can me completed in 3-4 hours.

---{ Price }--- ☑ It's free! ☐ Worth the price ☐ If it's on sale ☐ If u have some spare money left ☐ Not recommended ☐ You could also just burn your money

I would even say it's cheaper than free x)

---{ Bugs }--- ☑ Never heard of ☐ Minor bugs ☐ Can get annoying ☐ ARK: Survival Evolved ☐ The game itself is a big terrarium for bugs

---{ ? / 10 }--- ☐ 1 ☐ 2 ☐ 3 ☐ 4 ☐ 5 ☐ 6 ☐ 7 ☑ 8 ☐ 9 ☐ 10

---{ Author }--- ☑ https://vojtastruhar.github.io/steam-review-template

Detailed and spoiler-free opinion : Do not take this cat home is an entertaining game at first, but the first impression of cuteness quickly gives his place to an eerie atmosphere. Strange events were happening to the MC and I was mixed between affection for the cat and curiosity for what were happening to our character. Then let's just say my opinion on my new fluffy friend changed after a few runs. If you're looking for an new whole horror experience, without jumpscares, the game may be for you. I find it excellent and it's definitely a 'must play' in the genre of horror free games.

[hyperbolicreverie]

Some musings below the cut on the central conceit of how the plot in One Piece Odyssey works and the one blatant (grumpy and dramatic) exception to how that conceit works:

So the central conceit of Odyssey is that at the beginning of the game the Straw Hats have their abilities and strength removed via an NPC's (Lim) mysterious ability, and they have to go back into their memories to regain those abilities, by more or less doing the same things they did before, i.e. defeating the arc big bad. However, the game notes two important things about how this works:

These worlds they are going to are entirely based on their memories. Lim can't just reach in and fix the problem because they aren't hers. And because they're memories, and time has passed, they're not going to remember things perfectly, so events will be slightly changed. (Luffy's bad memory gets blamed for a lot of shenanigans).

The people in the memories are not real, and will see you as you were when the real events occurred. Basically, they're simulacrum.

We go through almost the entire game encountering familiar friends and enemies--and god, if you want a good cry, go look up Luffy's extremely subtle, heartbreaking reaction to seeing Ace in Alabasta--and no one ever questions the irregularities of what's going on. The Straw Hats, as one might expect, are not subtle talking about the fact that they're reliving their own memories with a slightly different coat of paint. But here's the thing: no one really calls them on it.

Vivi is a little confused, especially about where Lim came from, but she doesn't say anything. Kuzan wonders a little about things when they run into him in Water 7. And Kizaru comments on how fast they seem to have gotten back together at Marineford, considering he was pretty sure they were all separated at Sabaody.

But then we get to Dressrosa. And for a bit, it seems like the same sort of thing. Rebecca and Sabo don't really comment on anything, and it seems like business as usual.

And then Law falls from the sky, immediately starts trauma dumping about his reasons for being there, and passes the fuck out, and has to be carted around while Chopper yells at Luffy to leave him alone.

But here's the thing: Law, as far as we know, never elaborates on his reasons beyond "hey, Doflamingo's brother saved my life, and then Doflamingo killed him" in canon. And that's enough for Luffy, so he doesn't have to. But he's way more explicit in the game, about something he never told anyone, which means they shouldn't be able to remember it.

He also is immediately suspicious of Lim. He pulls a "what's with this sassy lost child" on her as soon as he's conscious, and she gets very defensive.

This Law is a memory. He's not real. Which means the Straw Hats collectively remember him (rightly) as a paranoid bastard with all of the Trauma Warning Lights flashing neon. And they remember he's smart enough to put context clues together.

And then he effectively just breaks the rules.

The memory Law has of Rosinante is so damn strong that Lim's memory magic goes haywire and effectively summons him from nowhere to fight Doflamingo. Lim explicitly comments that she's not doing this, he is, and that's insane. This isn't the real Law. This is a memory. And the memory of this memory is so strong it's able to summon a completely new memory that none of the Straw Hats have. They don't know who Rosinante is. They've never seen him before.

What do the Straw Hats think of Law to give his echo this much power? How much of an impression has he made on them in such a relatively short period of time? (This would also be nebulously chronologically pre-Wano, so nothing that happens there applies. Robin hasn't talked to him yet, even).

I dunno, I realize that this moment was probably more or less included as fanservice, but it opens up a lot of questions. Trafalgar "fuck your rules" Law, everybody.

(Also don't think too hard about how memory!Law got to thank Rosinante and that real!Law will never get that same moment of closure. Think instead about the genuinely astonished look on Doflamingo's face when his dead brother showed up. Or Lim calling Law out on the fact that regardless, Law will help Luffy again and watching him get all defensive about it, the grump).

[cru5h-cascades]

Splatoon Future: A Story Mode Concept

So a while back I had two ideas for future story campaign stories and there's this one that I (alongside others) really enjoy: the vigalante story. So for the past few days while working on some final plotpoint ideas for my OCs' Side Order story arc (speaking of Your Side of Order I might start working on the first chapter in a few days! might even release it on the 29th this month since Side Order will probably release a month from then), I've also been thinking about some concepts for the next story arc! So, this is what I've gotten so far...

So basically since Splatoon 3 is the end of the current story arc, we'll be moving away from the whole inklings v octolings conflict and shifting attention towards something else. But who could possibly be the next new big bad?

Easy. We make a long anticipated species of inkfish an actual thing in the game. WE INVOLVE THE CUTTLINGS IN THE NEXT ARC. I know, crazy but hear me out.

irl cuttlefish can hypnotize their prey with flashing colors and such, so having cuttlings as big bads wouldn't be so farfetched.

Plotwise, here's what I have in mind:

So the player opens up the game, right? Upon first glance, everything's alright. We got some cool new "idols" (heavy emphasis on the quotation marks; you'll see why in a bit), normal ass news report, ect.. BUT after the news, the idols give an emergency news report that finally doesn't have to do with the Great Zapfish: someone vanilized a statue celebrating the integration of octarians into inkling culture using a very specific symbol. The "idols" act suprised, and add that this is yet another case of vandilizm in a large strand of crimes involving defacing public property, specifically anything that has to do with inklings and octolings being together. And all these crimes have one thing in common: they all involve the same symbol being spray painted onto something. The news brodcast closes out and the player can move around the hub area. If they go to the statue that was vandilized (which is located in the middle of the hub area), they'll meet up with a few other NPCs (the characters you'll be accompanied by in the campaign) (as for who they could be I'll leave that to your imagination). One of them seems interested in the crime and wants to further explore the situation. The other NPCs agree and they ask you for your opinion (either way you start the story mode anyways). After selecting your answer & the NPCs talking a bit more, they all agree to meet up at another statue in the city to see if it'll get defaced.

Later at night, you meet up with the other NPCs and then a steakout is commenced. After waiting a while, a mysterious being shows up and is about to vandilize the statue. One of the NPCs wants to jump them and attempts to, only for the figure to somehow cause them to freeze before they could do anything. The figure runs away and the group chases after them. After a while, you're treated to the first boss of the game. Nothing too difficult, but it's challanging enough for a first boss fight. After beating the boss, it's revealed that the character is a being similar to the "idols" (i.e. not an inkling or an octoling). Before you can deal the final blow, the character causes everyone to freeze and then they super jump away. After that, one of the NPCs talks about wanting to see where the character is going, so you and the others follow the character into a strange underground area that leads to an underwater base (the story mode area, which can still be accessed through the statue in the hub). In each level, you and the NPCs duke it out with the cuttlings and more of their henchmen (which could probably include other inkfish enemies like vamplings, vampire squid inkfish), slowly figuring out what's going on with these peculiar inkfish.

(dunno what bosses the player could face so I'll leave this up to you guys for now)

Anyways, after duking it out with the cuttlings, the player will find out the story of the cuttlings. Basically they are another race of inkfish who, among other types of inkfish like vamplings (and maybe others if Nintendo wants to shake things up a bit), who were feared and ostrisized by the inklings and octolings for their strange abilities, and were forced into hiding in fear that ther species would be wiped out entirely. Many retreated into completely different hiding areas, with some hiding among other inklings and octolings in disquise and others just trying to stay away from other inkfish entirely, with one of the oldest civilizations of these inkfish making the underwater base of this story mode. These inkfish, unlike others who retreated to other parts of the world, hold a grudge against other inkfish who didn't go underwater with them (and of course against the inklings and octolings), and only now are the inkfish living in the base are planning to take over the surface by using their abilities to pin inklings and octolings against each other or just have them under their control so the cuttlings and other inkfish can have the life they want and to have them take revenge against their opressors, starting off by capturing their true current idols and replacing them with cuttlings posing as them.

In the end, the player and the NPCs save the idols and the player is faced with a choice: convince the cuttlings that things are different now and help them get along with other surface dwellers or have them stay in the base forever. After beating the campaign, the player will have the real idols in place of the fake ones (they can swap idols if they prefered one's music over another's, though). Also, the story is left wide open for exploring other types of inkfish and their cultures.

It's a sort of rough idea but hey it's a thought.

[witchofthesouls]

I find myself in the dire need of more "other!kids + other!June" hc, in both forms. Creepy, otherworldly and fiercely protective June is the best June ever; also, any hc on the kids but as adults? Do you think they would remain "human" or they will start to show more otherness as they grow up?

In the canon-related ending of this TFP AU, the artifact was never decoded. So it never reached the Autobot base, all the kids would have remained quite human, but the potential to be more will forever dog them, even if none of them ever came across Team Prime.

Miko’s mother hailed from a fishing village and they keep to themselves and their traditions. When Miko was born, her aunts sighed that she held signs as they painted her brow and flailing limbs in their family’s traditional script. No matter where she goes and how far she travels, she will return to visit the village and will make a home on the coast. If she keeps the Apex Armor, then one day she will venture into deep, dark waters where no sun can reach that far down below...

Raf descends from dragons and adventurers. He has a great chance to become a Dragon himself should he ever take that leap of faith, conviction, and sacrifice. Team Prime was his Adventure. He found his calling in the stars. (Eventually, he will figure out what Pilar truly was and will be.)

Jack would be the hardest to place. He could go back to his old life Before; return to the steady, easy rhythm of school and work and feeding birds. While conversation had never been his strongest suit, finding a beat or a pattern is an old game to him. A mortal life with mortal dangers is not a bad thing to slip into. Or perhaps his curiosity will get the better of him; an itch that grows deeper and deeper in his bones gets too much to ignore; the gentle warnings by the faithful blackbirds; the strange murmurings under the rain... Jack is very much his mother’s son, who’s to say he won’t follow in her steps?

It’s hard to truly place the Darby family’s ages. Even Jack is possibly far, far older than he appears. Perhaps. Time runs so very queerly Elsewhere. There are places that time can’t truly touch.

Jack’s memories of his childhood prior to Nevada are foggy. The place they once lived was surrounded by impenetrable fog and the constant drizzle of rainfall.

He remembers moving a lot. He misses the greenery of the forests and fields. The decaying matter beneath his feet, the sighs of the trees, and the rustling of animals. But there’s something freeing about the desert. The coldness never bothered him as he wandered into the endless expanse of sand, dirt, and shrubbery under the clear night sky full of constellations. No matter where he travels, he finds himself waking up back inside his home.

June loves the children. Fiercely. Viciously. Devotedly. Her love is the water’s. Nurturing and steady and everywhere. No matter where her loved ones go, she will always find them. But no one can deny its destructive capabilities: the wrath of the ocean; the roar of typhoons; the damage of hail; the deadly crawl of frost; the inevitable roll of a tsunami; the thundering crash of an avalanche; even in deserts, a flash flood can rise so sudden and without warning and wash away everything in its path.

Whenever something hungry, oh so very hungry, prowls near the base, so willing to risk the wrath of the mortal shell of a deity for the taste of little fragments of power… June is waiting in the shadows and never so far as long there’s a puddle.

Nothing can truly escape her. Sooner or later she will succeed. Sooner or later her maw will sink into her chosen prey.

While it’s easy and/or simple to guess the sparklings’ frame-types, June is an enigma. No wheels. No wingspan. No treads. Ratchet has found an active T-cog, many subtle seams all over her frame, and highly aggressive nanite cultures in her Energon that greatly surpass the capabilities of the Autobot War-Forged.

She’s amused by their confusion, by the thought that she’s defenseless and “easy pickings.” It was quite a day for everyone at Jasper Hospital, both the Autobots and the personnel are very confused by what was going on.

Miko is a sea-blooded being. No matter whether her form is flesh or metal, bloodthirst sings to her and she eats the pieces June provides. < Grow well, little fish. > So does Jack -he’s full of shadows and secrets and < dark wings, dark words >; he holds the blackbirds’ love and such birds are carrion and predatory. Much like crows, he has a fondness for eyes.

June wouldn’t leave Raf out, but he’s very small. She grinds the bones and shells to mix them into bentonite clay: volcanic ash and sea-salted.

There will be cultural clashes and misunderstandings, and despite their transformations, the "humans" are still Wild things, are still natives of Earth. From what June could piece together, Cybertronians, at least from the urban states, are well-acquainted with "recycling" parts. Waste not, want not.

June keeps quiet about the things that attempt to stalk or hunt near the base. The Autobots are already queasy about the War-Forged tendencies towards "trophies." How those mecha would collect their conquests frames to fix or upgrade their own, even upon the battlefronts. Their own unique biology would counter and suppress rejection.

She listens to the campfire stories by Smokescreen, of the roving band of Empties beneath the underlayers of city-states and the gutted streets, of sparkeaters lurking in untouched crypts and haunting the aftermath of experimental weaponry gone awry.

June remembers their confusion over human consumption, of organics eating other organics. (But what did the Predacons eat? What did Cybertron's predatory fauna subsist by? Did their planet not have biodiversity as well? Did their entire planet only drink Energon and ate minerals?) There's no need to have them worry over things that are well in hand. After all, waste not, want not.

[cannibal-nightmares]

For the ask game, 9, 10, & 34 !!

from this ask game!

9 - Tell a story from your childhood.

I'll admit, this ask sat in my inbox because of this question. I've realized I remember mostly only snippets and themes and flashes from my childhood, and I think I've taken the word "story" too seriously in this context; the actual "stories" that remain are either that of horror, or teenage mischief (in which I am not about to be a bad influence on the internet heheh), some of which I would need help from my friends to recall in detail. I tried to maybe find my old photos of when I dressed up as Crona for Halloween when I was about 12 years old, but they must be on my old computer. (For the record, I don't remember that Halloween, I just know it happened. My two best friends dressed up as Medusa and Eruka.) My memories seem to be that of a zoetrope with a lot of the frames cut out; don't get me wrong, I spin them, still, all the same, but I must say it took me a whole month to think up of something to answer with...

Let's see, how do I start this story... I suppose I should preface that I was a bit of an anarchist in high school, in the ways that I could be. An example of which, with the help of some friends, we started two clubs, one of which was an under-the-table incognito after-hours ordeal that was meant for queer kids to have a space with like-peers--especially if their homes were unsupportive and unsafe--and the second was the art club. Now, an "art club" may seem pretty standard, but it was more or less based around a similar idea to the former ^^; But the reason I am describing all of this is because the art club--being comprised of a bunch of other-minded LGBT and ally kids--simply didn't want to (or couldn't, due to their idenities) go to prom. Sooo, instead, we organized a trip to Volcom (RIP), an art studio, an outdoor art museum, and--the headlining event--the graffiti park (also RIP). The graffiti park was just as it sounds: Tiered rows of walls where the public could just come by to make art. We all dressed up in thrifted formal wear (yknow, stuff we could get paint on, dresses and button ups) and played around with spray paint for the afternoon. I caught a glimpse of what makes Austin TX that day as a guy sat at the foot of the hill with a typewriter--you could pay or trade him anything to have him write you a poem (I didn't get a poem from him, but I did get one from an artist last year ^^), and... A guy and his friends who spotted my buttons. He asked if I wanted to trade pins with him. Being a kid, I cautiously declined, but he departed with words I still hold very close to me to this day:

"Peace, love, and anarchy."

10. Would you say you're an emotional person?

This is a fascinating question because I have no idea how to answer it. When you initially sent this, I paced around about it until I got tired. I feel inclined to say "Yes, undeniably," and simultaneously "absolutely not." I'm mentioned before that I'm schizoaffective--one part schizophrenic, one part bipolar--but, I'll admit, the latter has hard for me to get my head wrapped around and conceptualize, I've only very recently have been able to observe and acknowledge when more intense emotions come and go, arrive and vanish without notice. But this is just the thing, right? Observation? I don't know how not to compartmentalize my emotions, so while I might feel something intensely, I sincerely don't know how to express it in a way that's adequate (or "appropriate"), so oftentimes I just don't. Or I get ahead of myself and know I am going to feel completely different--and very starkly so--so my subconscious tries to constantly find a middle ground to rectify future confusion for anyone else involved, or to mitigate the damage of whiplash. How do I explain this? It's hard to excite me, but very easy to interest me, and I often worry that discourages folks sometimes because I tend to have a flat affect about things. "Mania vs happiness" is a very new concept I've been trying to untangle and decode within myself, too. For whatever it's worth, the only emotion I have a firm grasp on is rage--nothing makes me more level-headed and laser-focused than pristine anger, hahaha, and, really, I don't know why. Am I emotional? I don't know. I guess on paper, at least, I am. I come upon social situations and obstacles and I can't help but break them all down to fact and observation. A sort of disorganized tidbit here, but, too, if anything, I struggle to name the emotions I do feel; when people ask how I am, I don't know how to answer other than describing whatever activity I'm doing or project I'm neck-deep in. With both constant compartmentalization and a broken affect (either generally flat or I can't stop grinning about nothing), it's hard for me to pin it down. Perhaps I should ask for an outside perspective... I hope this starts to answer your question.

34. Any pet peeves?

I could ramble on about how much I can't stand small talk from strangers or when my colleagues use work-specific lingo in trying to communicate with patrons, but I've got one better: It blows my mind (/neg) when people seemingly don't have a shred of curiosity about anything. Nothing? Really? NOTHING is fascinating? Okay, yeah, maybe plants are boring to the next guy and maybe they don't care about how the cogs in a machine work, but when I drop a foreign word at work or a patron comes in with a wacky hat or we watch birds court on the sidewalk or we hear a questionable factoid on the news and nothing makes you go, at the very least, "huh..." ??? Rocks my world in a bad way. And I'm not talking about someone with low energy or someone who has a hard time focusing to absorb these kinds of things, I'm talking about "Hey, do you ever wonder--" "No." WHAT. Nothing at all? And curiosity doesn't have to be factual, "why does the moon revolve around the earth?" it doesn't have to be social, "What's your favoruite color?" Curiosity can be dragging a pen across paper just to watch a line appear; so when someone has absolutely no fascination? Maybe it's just something I don't understand. Tell me, AITA? Curiosity is the only thing that keeps me sane, I swear by it.

Thank you so much for the asks and for your patience. ^^

[unmeipowerenergy]

for the pining ask game^^

❓describe a time one of you did flirt or make a move, only for the other to remain totally oblivious.

😳 what moment flustered them the most?

💭 who daydreamed about the other more often? what did they think about most?

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

💭 mihir did it more often tbh... inserting tetora into whatever romance media sol consumed even if it's out of character & doing random things while thinking 'itd be nice if kotora was here too..." 😭😭 tetora is also very guilty of daydreaming... although for him it was more like montages of daily life. mihir crouching and meowing at a stray cat or the view of the top of suns head when sol leaned buns head on his shoulder,, stuff like that :3

😳 oooh!!! hm, for mihir maybe when tetsu helps correct sun's like. hand positions when they're practicing choreo?,, it's weirdly intimate and it's nice to be praised when sol does it right :9 for tetora, it's when mihir verbally Admits things since sun gets embarassed about it and that's cute... stuff like admitting sun missed him if they've been apart or sol would rather spend time with him than anyone else—

❓ i Kinda wrote a drabble about thisss so ill just put that under the cut :3

the chirp of cicadas punctuated the warm summer night as Tetora & Mihir walked towards the Starmony Dorm building. it had been another long, long day of practice running overtime, leaving neither of them with the energy to converse. the path from the practice rooms to the dorm was short and well-lit, much to Mihir's relief, who had enough of listening to Tetora's season-appropriate scary folklore.

Tetora was already counting down his mental list of things to do tomorrow– outfit fittings, ryuseitai practice in the morning, that one part of the choreography he had to discuss with Mihir–

Wait, where did sun go? all of a suddenl, he was acutely aware of the lack of warmth by his side and the hand brushing against the back of his own. he turned back to see Mihir gazing at the sky, a small smile on sols lips. The moon, a barely-there crescent that night, peered from the top of the trees that surrounded ensemble square. despite the light pollution in the middle of city, it shone true & bright, almost looking like a painting against the thick grove of clouds.

this isn't exactly unusual– their practice sessions do end up running late often and Tetora has often caught Mihir wistfully looking up at the sky– coincidentally, of course, it's not like his gaze ends up on sun whether he wants it to or not, or anything!

What's unusual, though, is how his breath hitches in his throat and how his brain seems much more interested in looking at sun rather the moon bun is admiring. He calls out to sun, fighting against the urge to stand there and gaze at Mihir for just a little more, the heavens reflected in suns eyes and moonlight braided through buns half-up hair.

Mihir turns towards him, seeming nervous for a second before flashing him a smile much fuller and brighter than the sliver of the moon hanging in the night sky. "Hey, kotora~ the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

Tetora wishes he had something, anything to say back other than the half-mumbled "yeah" that tumbles out of his mouth, because oh, sorry, didn't really notice, on account of staring at your stupid cute face and your honestly really pretty smile kind of wiped my brain clean of any coherency! my bad is probably-definitely one of the top ten things you should not say to your friend and unitmate you probably-definitely have entirely platonic feelings for. Yep.

Mihir tries not to look too dejected, striding towards Tetora so that they're side by side again. it wasn't supposed to a serious confession or anything, and sun only half-expected Tetora to catch on. still, the twinge in sols heart at his response felt too intense for a joke between friends. how bothersome.

Sun nudged Tetora who was still lost in his thoughts with suns elbow. The taller turned towards bun, a slight blush obvious at the very tips of his ears. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it promptly. "it's getting late", Mihir said, opting to march forward and leave this mildly embarassing incident– and hopefully the weird, bothersome feelings– behind. Tetora jogged up to sun, hands brushing against each other again.

Mihir pretended not to notice the warm feeling of Tetora intertwining their fingers together.

[shrinkthisviolet]

🍅🥭🍏🥒🥝 for Morgan?

🍅: How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL

In-universe…she’s very often underestimated. And this annoys her at first, until she learns how to use that to her benefit (because even when she’s an adult, she still has that very useful innocent look), which admittedly takes a while.

🥭: What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

Blue! Her favorite color is different though, it’s purple

🍏: How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it?

Closest instance of this is in the Nora’s-Timeline future (the bad s5 future), wherein Morgan has to keep her powers under wraps because she’s a meta in a meta-hating future.

And also, since a large part of why people trust Sentry is because of the Flash…him being gone makes people more wary of her in general, so she has to be more careful about what she says and does. Especially since, by that point, Sentry’s identity isn’t much of a secret.

Her aroace-ness usually doesn’t get her into trouble, mostly because she only tells people whom she definitely knows wouldn’t judge her for it (if the wrong people found out, she knows they’d use it to paint her in a bad/emotionless light or liken her to Thawne)

🥒: How innocent are they (unaware to the bad happenings around them)?

She’s not so much innocent as idealistic, at least in s1. Sentry debuted before Flash, so she knows generally what’s going in Central* even before he does, and she catches on to Central’s meta prejudice, but…although she calls herself a metahuman protector, she’s not quite there yet in s1. She’s innocent when it comes to Team Flash’s investigation of Thawne later in s1, but that’s because they keep her out of the loop for a bit.

In s2, she’s mostly innocent about what’s going on in Central because she’s not living there, and no one on Team Flash is keen on pulling her into it (she still bursts her way in, but she has to actively do that, since they’re all trying to keep her safe, and she’s not living in Central enough to just stumble in on information like she did in s1). And since she’s not Sentry during that time, she doesn’t really know what’s going on in her current city of residence either (Star City, where she’s attending SCU)—not that she needs to be, Star has 3-4 heroes protecting it already.

*she doesn’t quite know the extent of what metas are going through on an individual level, but again, that’s down to her not quite fitting into her desired role yet…and her idealism, which Hartley calls out. She’s being a hero like Barry, fighting other metahumans, and she doesn’t realize it’s incongruous with her wanting to protect metahumans specifically. But she’ll get there.

🥝: How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

She’s sneakier than she appears to be. And although she’s generally very honest and not a great liar, she cultivates that skill (which comes in handy in the bad s5 future, when that becomes essential for her to survive).

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