#and obviously I’m keeping around the fantastic four

[mando-abs]

Me blocking all these different comic book character tags: Alright, get lost! All of you! You’re fired! Go on! Scram! Get out of here, you moochers!!!!

……..

Except you, you stay.

Kurt Wagner:

[schlattslambo]

bigger girls are better | schlatt 18+ part 3

a/n: here it is! the long awaited part 3!! its a bit different from what i usually write, but a lovely 🍓anon came into my inbox with a fantastic idea! so, this one’s dedicated to you bestie! thank you all so so much for the love on this fic! it means so so much and i hope you all love this part as much as i loved writing it!!

cw: sub!schlatt, mommydom!reader, praise, VERY light bondage, edging

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it had been roughly four years since the party. you and jay have been going strong since, and you’ve discovered your love for cooking during the course of the relationship. jay loves your cooking and you’ve gotten pretty damn good at it, if you do say so yourself. cooking and baking for jay has been a daily occurrence, and since it’s nearing christmastime, you’re cooking like crazy. making cookies, cakes, and even trying your hand at fruit cake - jay’s idea so you can ‘prank’ ted with it.

“hey baby,” jay says with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. “that smells amazing.”

“thank you, love,” you reply, leaning into his kiss. “i’m almost done this batch.”

jay sticks his finger into the cookie dough, scooping a large bit into his mouth. you shake your head as you place parchment paper on the cookie sheet. this has been common, and sometimes you think of just making cookie dough specifically for jay to eat while you’re baking so he doesn’t eat everything.

“you’re gonna get sick if you keep doing that,” you laugh.

“haven’t gotten sick yet, toots.” jay says with a mouthful of cookie dough. “‘sides, your cookie dough is fantastic.”

being with jay has been a dream. he’s so loving and caring and basically worships the ground you walk on. your relationship came out about a year and a half in, when you accidentally brought jay cookies when he was streaming. his fans were quick to notice your figure in the doorway, and making fun of how red jay got.

he just waved you into the room and sat you in his lap. his chat was going crazy, and you watched as so many people called you beautiful. one smart ass in the chat told you to be careful, that you might break the chair, but jay banned them before you could even see the comment. he just wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder as you told everyone that you chill the cookies before baking them so they keep their shape.

your eyes drift over to jay, who’s leaning against the counter on his phone, other hand in the bowl of cookie dough. you smile. since dating you and trying all your recipes, jay’s put on some weight. not that you mind, of course. you’ve always loved bigger guys. seeing jay’s rounder cheeks and chubbier tummy nearly make you go feral, but you keep your hands to yourself.

“you excited for the party tonight?” you ask.

“oh yeah,” jay says. “me and ted are gonna do shots.”

you roll your eyes with a smile. “of course you are,” you tease. “just be careful baby.”

“i will,” jay smiles at you. “are you gonna wear that sweater that i got you?”

you nod. a few days ago, jay got you a cute red sweater for the christmas party. you had no christmas sweaters, so obviously jay had to help.

“good,” jay says, walking over and wrapping his arms around your waist. “you’re gonna look so fuckin’ good.”

a few hours later, you and jay walk into the bar. you’re wearing that pretty red sweater and some black leggings which hug the curves of your ass and thighs perfectly. jay leads you with his hand on the small of your back. his tie is a bit messed up and he’s running a hand through his hair. in the car, you had tried to keep your patience, but you jumped his bones in the parking lot.

jay always looked fantastic in a dress shirt and slacks. in tonight’s case, he was wearing a red dress shirt, a black tie, and black slacks. his hair was slightly gelled back and he put his aviators on. truthfully, you were about to say fuck the party and just go back home, but you knew how much jay was looking forward to it.

the annual chuckle christmas party was held at a bar this year, since tucker couldn’t find anything else at this time of year. you didn’t mind, mainly because you got to see your friends and spend time with jay. the group of you guys had a table reserved in the back, so you were able to sit down, but you had to grab your own drinks from the bar.

the party is amazing so far, with lots of good drinks and music. you can’t help but feel yourself get a little tipsy from the cocktails that ted bought you. he introduced you to espresso martinis and you just cannot get enough.

you get into a conversation with tucker at the bar while jay orders you both some more drinks. you don’t notice a drunk guy stumble up to the bar and strike up a conversation with your man because tucker said something that made you laugh.

“yo, bro, you gotta wear a bra or something,” the man says, making your ear twitch. “you got bigger tits than my girl.”

you glance to see what’s happening, but fully whip around when you see jay wrapping his arms around himself slightly. over the course of your relationship, you learned that jay may seem to have a hard exterior, but he’s really sensitive. it doesn’t help that he’s drunk right now. he takes everything to heart, even more so when he’s drunk. he’s emotional as it is.

“hey, can you fuck off?” you snap, stepping in front of jay.

“well hello there,” the man slurs. “what’s your name?”

“get fucking lost,” you snarl.

“whoa there, hot stuff,” the man puts his hands up in surrender. “i was just letting fatty back there know that he might need a bra.”

“do not talk to my boyfriend like that,” you growl. “i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you need to get lost.”

“oh, he’s your boyfriend?” the man laughs. “you gotta tell him to lose weight-“

he’s cut off by your palm connecting with his cheek. tucker’s eyes nearly pop out of his head as a red handprint blooms on the asshole’s cheek.

“leave!!” you yell, watching as the guy scrambles to leave as fast as possible.

you turn and look at jay. he’s looking down and messing with the buttons on his shirt. if there’s anything you know about jay when he gets like this, its that he needs to get right out of this situation.

“c’mon love,” you say softly to him, taking his hand. “lets go home.”

jay just nods quietly. you wave goodbye to everyone that you know and call an uber. thankfully, the ride home was quick and silent. jay had kept it together until you guys shut the door behind you. then you heard the sniffle that made your heart break.

you follow the trail of clothes as jay goes into the room that you two share. when you get there, he’s under the covers. you climb into bed and pull his head to your chest, not even caring that you’re still in the sparkly sweater. jay is quick to attach to you, wrapping his long limbs around you.

you run a hand through his hair, smiling softly as he leans into your touch.

“i got you baby,” you say softly. “i’m sorry that jerk didn’t know how to shut his mouth.”

when jay gets like this, clingy and sad, the best thing that you can do is hold him and tell him everything you love about him. which, frankly, is just about everything.

jay sighs in response, shaking his head. “you deserve someone better than me,” his voice comes out soft and broken.

if your heart wasn’t already broken, it would have shattered when he said this.

“jay,” you say, some firmness to your voice. “look at me.”

jay’s head lifts up slightly, your eyes connecting with his brown ones. a tear slides down jay’s cheek, getting lost somewhere in his mutton chops.

“you are an amazing, talented, hilarious, caring, and generous person,” you start. “you make sure everyone is always comfortable and will never eat once you’re sure that everyone else has eaten. you make everyone around you happier, especially me. you are my pookie and i love you forever.”

jay snorts at the nickname, a sad smile spreading across his face briefly before disappearing again.

“here,” you offer. “lay down on your back.”

jay does and you sit on his thighs, leaning over him. the action is quick to make him hard.

“you worship me all the time,” you whisper against his lips. “let me worship you, yeah?”

jay nods, his cock twitching in his pants as his face reddens. he lets out a pathetic little whine as your crotch brushes over his while you scoot up to kiss him. you cradle his face in your hands as you kiss him, allowing his arms to wrap around you. you only release his cheeks when his hands grip your ass firmly.

“ah ah,” you smile. “it’s my turn.”

jay nods and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “y-yes ma’am,”

you lift a brow. jay is often the one in charge in the bedroom, but whenever he decides to relinquish his place, he makes sure to address you properly.

“m-mommy,” he corrects, making you smile.

you move down to his neck, hands going up underneath his shirt. jay tenses a bit but relaxes when you don’t take your hands away. you lift his shirt up just a bit but he stops you.

“d-don’t take my shirt off please,” jay mumbles against you.

“why’s that?” you ask, pulling away ever so slightly to look into his eyes.

“‘m fat,” jay replies.

“no you aren’t,” you say gently. “besides, i’ve seen you without a shirt so many times, and it’ll be a bit hard to worship you like you worship me with your clothes on.”

with a reassuring smile, you sit back on your heels. jay slips his shirt off and his arms wrap around his midsection.

“nope,” you say, grabbing his tie that sits on the bed. “hands, please.”

jay doesn’t protest as you tie his wrists together. he places his hands behind his head as you smile.

“good boy,” you praise, running your hand down the center of his chest. “let mommy show you how much she loves you.”

you lean down, kissing from his neck to his collarbone, nipping at his skin as he hisses in pleasure. jay loves being bitten, no matter where he sits on the dom/sub scale, so you’re enjoying this nearly as much as he is. your kisses trail lower, down to his chest and along his side.

jay’s cock is pressing hard against his zipper now, and he’s not sure how much longer he’ll last. pleads are on the tip of his tongue, but he knows not to push his luck. he is loving the attention, even if he’s still fighting the insecure feelings from earlier.

“fuck,” jay whines as your hand goes to his bulge. his hips twitch and you grin.

“sensitive today,” you tease, undoing his belt.

jay lifts his hips as you tug his pants off, squirming ever so slightly. he’s painfully hard, his cock leaking onto the fabric of his gray boxers. you lean down and kiss his stomach, down to his hips while your hand grips his cock gently.

the way jay reacts sets your core on fire. you waste no time in giving him open mouthed kisses over his boxers, and he watches you with pleasure adamant on his face. every time your mouth touches his cock over his boxers, it twitches and he gasps.

“please,” he chokes out. “i-i don’t know how much longer i can last.”

without a word, you tug his boxers down to his ankles. his pants and boxers are acting as a restraint while he tugs at the tie holding his wrists together. he knows better than to move his arms from behind his head. jay’s cock is uncut, the pink head peeking out from his foreskin. you spit in your palm which makes jay groan.

he watches you with teary eyes, holding back his orgasm the best he can. he nearly cums when your tongue flicks on the head of his cock as it pops out from his foreskin. you twist your hand as you stroke him, his hips grinding pathetically in time with your hand. you can tell that he’s getting close.

“now tell me,” you muse. “who’s my handsome boy?”

jay’s face nearly matches your sweater. he’s terrible at taking compliments, so you reward him with an orgasm if he replies to your praise.

“a-ah,” jay squirms, looking away.

“c’mon,” you urge.

“d-dunno,”

your hand leaves his cock and it twitches angrily. jay was right on the edge and you brought him back down to earth. your hand goes back to his cock, your finger swiping along his slit. your other hand massages his balls. he arches his back.

“tell me,” you warn. “or you won’t finish.”

“m-me!” jay breathes. “i-i’m your good, handsome boy!”

“that’s my good boy,” you praise. “go ahead and cum for me.”

thick, white spurts of cum shoot from jay’s cock as it twitches in your hand. you stroke him through his orgasm and only stop when he softens in your hands. you gently untie jay’s wrists as he takes them out from behind his head.

you get yanked down to him in a kiss that takes your breath away. it says everything that jay can’t in his post-orgasm haze: that you’re amazing, he’s never felt so good, and that he loves you more than anything in the entire world. he loves you forever and ever, and then some.

[louisisalarrie]

i don’t know if you have been keeping up with the latest news but apparently many news outlets (ie us weekly, radar online, yahoo, the mirror us, etc) are reporting that the boys have all “rekindled their relationships with each other” and that “they feel closer than they have been in years.” i know the circumstances are horrible and heartbreaking. however it’s comforting to know that they are all leaning on each other for support and even if they never get back together as a band, all i ever wanted was for the boys to still remain close and to be friends with each other.

this also got me also thinking about something. in a way, they are running with the friendship narrative about harry and louis again. i know they included niall and zayn in that but at least they mentioned that harry and louis are still good with each. that’s comforting to know. they kinda starting doing that when harry and louis were both seen at the euros. i know the circumstances are devastating. maybe this might wake the industry up and realize the error of their ways. one can only hope. they had no reason to destroy harry and louis’ public relationship. all these boys deserved so much better.

i hope the boys go after modest management and simon because they are part of the problem. they abused these boys for 5 years straight. the management team and simon are the catalyst for liam’s downfall and liam himself even admitted that. i know the boys will protect liam and his family because they all truly love and adore each other despite what the media says. i’m sure they had some issues with each other over the years but people have to remember they were together 24/7 for 5 years straight. it’s human nature. they were so young. i just hope all four of them take time to grieve and process everything.

I did see this floating around yeah. Obviously, very tragic circumstances, but im really happy to see the boys, and whoever this “source” is, to be out in the open with friendships and holding each other close. Really lovely to hear, and I hope they’re taking care of themselves.

The friendship route is an ideal way for seeding a coming out, but also just fantastic to acknowledge each other and spend time together again in public hopefully. No one in the world understands what those boys went through together, and I have no doubt they have a bond for life. I hope they continue to dispute any narratives of hating each other, and are more open with their friendships, because god it hurts when they’re all so separate from each other, acting like they’ve never met.

I sincerely hope the boys go after the bigwigs too, anon. I hope they take them down one at a time and have the world listen to how they were treated. I want these assholes to be held accountable, lose their empires, make space for more accepting and understanding and caring individuals to take their place. And I think they will, if they aren’t already getting some lawyers involved behind the scenes. I don’t expect anything huge to happen til next year, after Christmas and holidays, but I just feel like idk… there’s this tension. There’s like… somethings brewing. And I hope im right.

[lokisqueen69]

Yondu x reader

Warning: smut, knotting, and slight BDSM

“Captain?” I ask quietly as I peek my head around the corner as I didn’t know if he had fallen asleep in the Captain chair again. I see him sitting there just looking out into space. He looked almost peaceful til he turns around the stoic and stern face returning to his face and mumbles

“What?”

“I have the newest leads for jobs available…if you would like to review them. Just wanted to see if you were awake or not sir. I can obviously give them to you tomorrow if you don't want to.”

“Nah, bring ‘em over. Just explain ‘em to me, don't feel like readin’ tonight.” He says patting the chair across from him (Co captain’s chair) before leaning back on his own.

“You sure Kraglin won’t be pissed at me sitting in his chair.” I say with a smile as I chuckle lightly. Yondu smiles and laughs.

“Boy will be fine now, tell me about these possible new jobs.” He says, closing his eyes with a smile. I smile too seeing him relaxing around me. I had always liked the captain and had been here for about a year. Was just a common crew member at first but soon came to my current position of ‘Job lead analyzer’ really all I had to do was get some job leads and do some research on the object and the client.

“The first one is from a wealth broker from Nowhere: he is offering 1 Mil to get an object back but he wouldn't specify anything about the object so don’t have much on that BUT i did search him up and he has very extensive criminal background ,not shocking tho, but he was also marked as a traitor by Stakar for a deal gone bad. Some of the other boys said they did ‘small’ jobs that went wrong. So overall this one doesn’t seem worth it but obviously your call." I say shrugging as he looks at my note on my hologram and hums to himself.

“Good money but best to not risk it. Any Other good ones for a good amount of money.”

“Not really but I have four smaller ones that would be around the same amount of money and we have done jobs for all of them before so we can trust their words a bit more.” I say with a chuckle “But you’ll have to go talk with the woman that practically threw herself at you that one time.” I laugh as Yondu rolls his eyes and groans. He playfully punches my arm as I dramatically exclaim

“Oh no! My arms it’s broken! *fake panting* I-i think I n-need you to do mouth to mouth resuscitation.” I smile and laugh at Yondu. Yondu smiles and laughs too as we remember the way this woman tried to get Yondu to literally do anything to her.

Yondu’s pov:

This one was a good addition to the crew as she was one of my top now. She was a fantastic crew but she would do any job no matter the risk. Which pissed me off as she was a little careless wanting to prove her worth constantly. I gave her the Job analyser job to keep her safer and not get her into danger with them boys. I smile and laugh at her joke about the women being so desperate for me. I look at her as she is laughing and leaning back in the chair. I watch her as she seems to shine with the stars.

‘She don’t want no old man. Or alien dick. But hot damn I do like this women.’ i think as i watch her laugh and lightin’ my mode.

Your Pov:

I always loved brightening the mood on the ship just trying to keep everyone’s sprites high. I stopped laughing when I saw Yondu staring at me. With his normal unreadable expression. I start to worry I have overstepped my position and choke down my laughing and go back to the jobs.

‘Damn! I think I just made his mood worse.’

I think as I panic on the inside as Yondu eventually was behind me leaning over the chair claiming he needed to move around a little bit. I was growing more and more nervous as he was so close to my neck. I could feel his breath on my neck and his hands and arms on either side of me. Getting a closer look at the info about the newest job opportunities. My face starts to heat up as I know I’m blushing now. I try to keep the conversation going to keep myself distracted but he keeps asking questions with his voice right in my ear as I try to keep myself from shivering when he does. I feel my core heat up and a damp spot of my panties form as we keep talking. Soon enough we get done with the overview and I get up to leave.

“All them jobs were on Contraxia right?’ Yondu askes

“Yea. They are all there but are kinda far apart from the meeting spots they gave us. We could send those that you think would be best suited for each job tho.” I say trying to get back to the barracks just to try and get away from Yondu as I feel myself starting to shake from arousal. Yondu hums and starts to walk with me.

‘Noooooo. Fuckin’ hell the one time I DON’T want him to be near me and he is FUCKING walking with me.’ I think as I try to control my nervousness and arousal till I get to the barracks to calm down as I start to take the corner to the barracks Yondu calls to me.

“Lass didn’t Krags tell ya?” I look at him confused and shake my head. Yondu rolls his eyes.

“ ‘Corse he didn’t. Well he was rather busy today. Anyways lass we got you a room to yourself since ya the only women on board. Krags overheard some of them boys talking while you were asleep and said it would be best for ya’ safety.” He says motioning you to follow. I gulp

‘FUCK NO!! Please don’t be next to his room! Please don’t be next to his room!’ I think as I see the captain’s room.

‘You’ll be next to me lass. Gotta make sure my top women is safe.” Yondu says quietly, trying not to seem weak to you.

‘SHIT!’ I think. Yondu seems to see my discomfort as he puts a hand on your shoulder as you seem to jump greatly at his touch.

“Lass?” Yondu's voice is stern but still soft to you.

“Y-yes captain?” I say unable to look at him as I’m trying to not freak out at his touch.

“Has something happened? You seem very uncomfortable. I may be a Ravager but I won’t allow them boys to hurt you.” Yondu says, taking my chin making me look at him. Our eyes locking together. You don’t say anything practically hypnotized by his red eyes. I wanted to tell him so badly how much I liked him but captain and crew code forbade it and I couldn't risk him getting in trouble with Stakar. I was able to talk with Stakar and he gave Yondu another chance with the ravagers. I look away, my heart hurting knowing I can't be with him. Yondu sees this a become concerned

“Lass, let's talk in my room.”

“NO! S-sorry sir…I’m fine. Just gonna miss the boys ya’ know?” I say trying to get to my room and take care of this now urgent issue. Yondu’s eyes narrow and he leans on the ship's wall. My legs nearly gave out as Yondu just leans on the wall looking like a picture perfect hot as hell captain.

“Got ya’ eye on one of them boys?” Yondu says curiously so he can make his life hell.

“S-sort of.” I say as I start to visibly shake with arousal now. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Yondu whose eyes are now wide open.

“Ummm lass… HA! Are you that turned on? Just the mention of your hot ravager makes you a mess.” He leans in with a chuckle and whispers lowly into your ear “Let me guess, is it Kraglin?” You snort

“No sir.”

“Hmmmm Tullk?”

“HA! No captain. Ya’ aint gonna get it.”

“Hmmm…Taserface?” Yondu says half disgusted. You almost vomit at the thought.

“Horuz?”

“Good gods no. Have you seen that man?? Plus I think he is married. I may be a ravager but I aint about that shit. Plus you ain't even close to be completely honest.” You say less aroused but the leather is still damp in between your legs.

“Ya he's probably too old for ya huh?”

“Nah. I like an older man to be completely honest with you.”

Yondu smiles slightly at this but knows you don’t prefer alien dick to a terran like dick.

“FFFuuck… this is gonna kill me now. Hey, how about we make a drinking game of this. Tomorrow is our ‘lax day anyways. You game girly?”

“Hmmm fine. I guess.” You say giving up on keeping this a secret. Yondu was gonna find out one way or another. You mentally prepare yourself for his arrow when he finds out. You walk into his room and it’s rather spacious but it’s trashed.

“How in the HELL do you walk through this pigsty?”

“What’s a pig-tsy?” Yondu says confused

“Never mind. What alcohol you got and for fucks sake no whiskey. You remember how that went last time.”

“Nah but I like whiskey for me. I got some Terran wine tho. You want that girly?”

“Ooooo yes! I haven’t had terran wine in so long.” You say and Yondu pour his and your glass.

“Okay lass…I will ask a question to help narrow it down and then guess the name. Such as I do it based on rack you would simply say if its a high rank or not. Get it?” Yondu asks, taking a small sip and sits down close to you and pats next to him. You nod and sit next to him.

“Ok first question.”

“Let doooo…is he on the ship right now or off ship?”

“On ship.”

“Mmm’k. Rank?”

“I thought it was just one question? But at this point you gonna find out so he is a higher rank.”

“Perfect! Not Krags! Really my- the boys a catch!” he says taking a big sip of his whiskey.

“Ha no. He is very nice but I don’t see him like that tho.” You set your nerves on fire. You take some sips just for the taste and to try and throw Yondu off. After hours Yondu has gone through a whole bottle of his whiskey and has seemingly gone through the whole ship.

“Shit! Lass have you been fucking with me. I have named everyone on this ship.”

You sigh. “Not everyone. You're forgetting one person and said person is the man. I have liked since becoming a ravager.”

Yondu groans and just can’t seem to get it. He even just starts saying all the names again. Not drinking this time but when he gets closer to the top (Rank) you start to get nervous.

“Tullk, Krags, and then me” He says as you sigh and drink the wine.

“What! I said them names before.” He says and you bury your face in your hands.

“Oh my gods. Ya old man…Yondu… for fuck’s sake are seriously not getting this! Repeat the name you just said.” You say lean toward him with a pissy expression.

“Tullk.” He says. No drink.

“Krags” No drink.

“And..” within that moment Yondu finally gets it. As you lean back with the glass in one hand ready to drink.

“Me?” You down the wine and let the glass down.

“Surprise.” You say sarcastically and look at your feet. You don't hear much until you are thrown over Yondu’s shoulder. You half expected him to throw you out of the room onto the cold hard floors of the ship. You keep your eyes closed and tense as he walks over to the door or so you thought. You feel Yondu throw you…onto the soft bed. You open your eyes with surprise and see Yondu taking his dusters off and his boots.

“Captain?”

“Lass…you have no idea how looong I have wanted to have this perfect terran body of yours.”

“What…ya’ aint mad?” You ask propped up on one elbow Yondu looks at you confused.

“The hell? Why would I be mad a beautiful terran and…my closest friend actually wants me an old man.” You hear Yondu say as he takes his shirt off causality as he wasn't absolutely ripped like the others were. You see the concern on his face as you roll your eyes as you sit on the edge of the bed and pull Yondu’s body to yours. You sigh and kiss his stomach and you make sure to pay extra attention to his scars. He hates them but you love them so much.

“S-sorry ‘bout the scars lass.” Yondu says ashamed.

“Oh Yondu…you have no idea how turned on your scars make me.” You say and make your way up to his face and kiss the scars all along his face. You look at him to see his cheeks a deep purple as you smile and touch his face. Yondu smiles and leans into it.

“Is someone blush…captain?” You tease as Yondu chuckles.

“You shouldn’t be saying much lass. Your cheeks are sooo very red.” You put your hands to your face. Yondu chuckles as puts his hands on your cheeks and brings your face to his stop just a few inches from his and askes

“Are sure ‘bout this lass? Centarains pair for life and the courting is long…but I have liked you for a while. I’m ready to start courting you if you- “ you cut him off with a kiss.

“You talk too long, captain. I'm very much ready for courting you.” You say as you stand up and move Yondu to the bed. Sitting him on the edge of the bed and kneeling between his legs.

“Now… let me please you captain” You say with a wink as you pull Yondu’s pants down as his cock hits your face and you couldn’t help but become nervous seeing his massive alien cock.

“Sorry lass I know you probably don’t like alien dick but experiment as you please.” Yondu says as he looks at you.

‘Damn…I never thought I would see this one with my dick on her face.’ Yondu smiles as you start to feel his cock. Gently stroking at first just see what his fully hardened cock would look like. He was very girthy and had a softer purple tapered tip as you stroke you feel an unusual lump starting to form close to the bottom of his cock. As you stroke up you see it better and start to stroke faster to see it. When Yondu suddenly pulls your hand as he leans over and pants loudly

“Fuck lass…I am…not ready to cum yet. I need that pretty terran mouth and cunt around me first.” He says between pants.

“I thought Centenarians had more stamina then terran. You are already about the cum?” You say teasing him.

“Watch it lass…still captain.” He says with a wink and lifts you off the ground and puts you on the bed gently as he is now kneeling in front of you. He gently removes your leather pants and boots being unusually gentle with you.

“Cap…I aint gonna break.” You say with sas. Yondu smirks as he removes your underwear with his teeth. You pant as your eyes widen as you know what is coming next. Yondu smiles and dives into your cunt, licking and sucking your cunt and clit, you couldn’t help but moan out loud.

“Now lass, I may like them boys but I aint good at sharen’ with them. Especially those beautiful moans of yours.” He says kisses your clit gently before looking under the bed for something. You sit up and pant as you try to compose yourself. Yondu slips his hand under your head and pulls your hair into his fist.

“Oh Fuck!” you gasp as he yanks you to him. You see the mischievous smile on him and his other hand behind his back.

“Got something for me cap'n'?” You say curiously

“Only if you're not quiet.” Yondu says holding up a gag bar. You whimper at the thought and couldn't deny how hot you thought it was.

“Fuck cap’n didn’t take you for the kinky type.” You say as he starts to kiss your neck and collar bone.

“Mmmmm, I've been ‘round for a while lass. I have my likings and you…are most certainly one of them.” Yondu says as he squeezes and sucks your tits. You couldn’t help but moan trying to keep your voice down. Yondu’s hands wander your body and start to trail down from your tits to your stomach then to your hips where he gives a good squeeze that would leave a bruise.

“Cap- Yondu?”

“Yes lass?” He stops and looks at your face.

“I want ummm…” You start to say nervous at his eye contact. Yondu smiles and leans up to you, taking your neck in his hand and using his index finger to make you look at him.

“What is it lass? You want what?” He says making you look into his eyes and making you say it.

“A kiss.” You say softly the eye contact making your stomach swirl. Yondu smiles and leans in to give you a passionate kiss as he guides one of your hands to his cock as the kiss becomes heated. You moan into the kiss as you stroke his cock gently as you feel the lump form again on his cock as he breaks the kiss gasping

“Fuck stop” You look at his concerned and ask.

“Yondu are you hurt? I keep feeling this lump on your cock and..then you say to stop.” You say genuinely concerned for him. He looks at you with wide eyes as he chuckles lightly sitting on his thighs and strokes his cock to make you see the lump.

“Lass as you can tell my cock ain’t like others…what you see and feel is a knot. Ya’ know what that is?” He asks as you shiver just at the thought. Yondu chuckles as he sees you shiver and leans back down to kiss you hard. He breaks the kiss and leans to your ear says

“You want your cap'n' to put his big blue cock in you? Hmmm lass? You want me to knot ya’?” You nod as you rock your hips and whimper. He kisses you again, pushing you down onto the mattress again as he gently lines his cock to you. He starts to sink into your cunt as you wrap your arms around him and moan into his neck.

“F-fuck~ Cap-tain Ah!” You couldn’t help the full feeling of his cock in as Yondu leans up with a smirk and chuckles.

“Full already lass?” He asked smirking

“So full cap’n.” you says moaning out as Yondu chuckles again

“W-what’s so funny?” You ask as Yondu intertwines his hand into your hair and yanks you up as he makes you look at his cock that wasn’t even half way in.

“Oh shit ,sir, I'm so full already…it wont fit.” You say sounding like a total slut. Yondu chuckles and pushes your head back down making you moan loudly as he smiles and puts the bar gag on you. Leaning to your ear as says,

“Cap’n’ will make it fit.” He says hotly as he inches further in making your toes curl and that feeling.

“Shit! Lass you’re so tight.” He grabs your chin making you look at him.

“If it becomes too much tap ,hard, three times on my neck and I will stop…twice if you just need me to slow down.” He says and tries to fit more of his cock inside you. He closes his eyes trying very hard to restrain himself not wanting to hurt or break you. After what feels like forever he is finally fully inside you. You whimper and moan into the gag bar.

“Fuck lass…i want to pound into you so badly…i dont wanna break you…have you ever sleep with anyone since you been in space lass?” You whimper into the gag and shake your head.

“Damn it, fuck!” Yondu exclaims as you feel his cock throb and twitch within you. He bites gently on your shoulder making you moan loudly into the bar gag. As you throb around him and move your hips.

“Shit lass! NO! If you do that I ain’t gonna be able to hold back and I’m not breaking you so soon.” You cry into the gag just wanting him to move inside you. His cock so big inside you it almost burns but you loved it wanting this for so long. Yondu doesn’t let you move as he pushes you hips down and to make you stop touching him tied your hands up with his duster belt.

“I'll take the gag out so you can tell me if it’s too much.” Youndu is panting greatly at this point, sweat dripping down his cheek.

“Yondu, please this is torture! Fuck me please captain! Please, I need you to move inside me!” You plea with him as he kisses you gently

“Promise to call it if it’s too much?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” Yondu says with a smile. He puts your legs over his shoulder and gently pulls out before slamming back in causing you to moan loudly as you bite your lip trying to not cry out with each brutal trust. Yondu grabs your chin and puts his thumb into your mouth forcing you to open and cry out.

“I dont give a fuck anymore…let them boys know who’s cock is making you feel so good.” Yondu starts slamming into you at a fast and rough pace making you scream and cry out his name. Your legs still over his shoulders as you squirm with the belt still holding your arms back. Yondu grunts and groans, still trying to hold his control.

“Y-yondu stop holding back!” You try to say it with sas but it comes out more like a moan. Yondu growls and flips you over to your stomach pulling your hips up. You cry out as he slams back into you, the knot starting to form at the base. It doesn’t quite fit but you’re sure Yondu will change that. Yondu slows as he puts you into a comfortable position. He brushes your hair away from the base of your neck before he places his hands beside your head and starts to pick up the pace as you moan his name. He growls when you do and leans down to the base of your neck kissing it and leaving hickeys all over your neck and shoulders. You cry out and moan as his pace becomes brutal.

“Yondu! Oh fuck~ please! I-iM getting close please…” You beg as you start to feel your orgasm building. Yondu doesn’t respond, just grunts and groans. Yondu somehow gets even faster but he starts to get sloppy. You know he is close so you start begging like a whore. Begging him to let you come.

“Fuck, Yondu I-i am cumming! Please cum in me!” With that beg Yondu snaps and bites down hard on your neck as he pushes the knots into you. You cry out as you gush all over his cock not caring if anyone can hear you. Yondu whimpers as his cum floods into you, his knot not letting a drop escape from you as you feel it starting to expand your womb. You pant as Yondu keeps cumming. He stays like this for a few minutes before he stops cumming your womb full and expanded.

“Shit, fuck lass. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to knot ya.” Yondu says and unties your arms. You couldn’t even respond so spaced out and fuck brainless. Yondu gently lays you on your side with himself still inside you. After a few minutes the knot pops out and his cum pours out as you whimper feeling empty.

“You back with me lass?” He asks concerned

“Yes sir.” You say weakly exhausted.

“Good, anything hurt? Lass you did so good. My precious little terran.” Yondu says lovingly and kisses your head many times making you giggle.

“No captain. I'm okay, just tired and sore.” You say as you turn to face him and snuggle into his chest.

“Is cuddling’ okay cap?”

“Lass stop calling me captain in private okay? And for you always, come here.” He says and pulls you close to him.

[badbatch-badfics]

Thief (TBB x Male Reader) Part 1

Characters: TBB + Phee, but it's mainly you stealing from them for 90% of it

Relationship: Enemies

POV: 2nd (you/yours)

Pronouns: He/him. The horn pattern (as in thick or thin lines defining your sex) and the hair color are not mentioned, so it's trans-inclusive as far as Imps go lmfao. 

Species: Helluva Boss type Imp- imagined the Imps with digitigrade legs and claws for your legs, and I haven't watched Helluva in a whileeeee.  Like, at least a year or more.  Nothing about Hell is mentioned, so you're just another species, so to speak.  Also, you obviously have red skin.  But I occasionally put in a [shade] so it’s not totally limited and you can still be you (more or less). 

Content: You’re stealing shit??

Warnings: You stealing shit, Wrecker throws you, Hunter threatens you. Cringe lol

Word count: 2,588

You glanced around the pub, checking on the targets for what felt like the millionth time.  When will they get moving?  Your employer had sent you on a rather vague mission, ordering you to scrounge “anything that seemed of value,” and to “keep an eye out for a band of four adult men and one little girl.”  Unspecified by your employer, there was another member- an adult woman, a pirate, so it would seem.  Apparently, if you could lose the little misfit band and find their ship, it would hold wonders of great value- credit wise.  A war modified Omicron class attack shuttle, with more war supplies inside- enough for four men and a child- would be a complete jackpot.  And, Maker, were you thankful.  Even if you didn’t get the direct riches, the reputation and rank would more than suffice.

Obviously, any jackpot is rather risky, and you were not looking forward to it.  That much was evident by the swaying and twitching of your tail.  But, hey, if you could do it well, there would be an abundance of awards.  But before anyone could make a grab for anything, you needed to make sure they were far away from the ship- which would be far easier if your employers had provided some help.  But, to be fair, since when was anyone's employer ever fair?

Finally, the group got up and left- the young girl happily skipping along, talking about heading to the market to buy an assortment of small trinkets.  Perfect.  You waited a few minutes until they were certainly gone before heading up to the bar, credits in hand.  “So…” you began, “That group- the one with the big guy, droid guy, skull tattoo, googles, the pirate, and a little girl- you know who I mean?”  The Twi’lek bartender nodded his head, lekku slightly bobbing.

“Fantastic, now, for some extra credits, would you be so kind as to point me in their ship’s direction, and perhaps access to the lot…?”  That was certainly the most inconvenient part about the job- the ships’ 'parking’ spaces had fields around them, and you needed the key to get in.  Keys that only the ship’s owner and the bartender had access to.  The Twi’lek raised an eyebrow- unfortunately for you, he seemed to have decent morals.  At least, decent enough to question a rather suspicious looking stranger asking for access to someone else’s ship.  You sighed, and began to explain- “I’m not going to do anything harmful, it’s just a simple grab and retreat- you can watch me through the security cams, or even come with me!  I’m a thief, not a killer, or any other bad things.  Just a thief.  Which is pretty ironic sounding, I know.”  You flashed a smile, trying to appear more honest and trustworthy.  Not that you were lying, anyway.

The Twi’lek scrunched his eyes in contemplation, slowly rubbing one of the dirty glasses.  You were leaning forward, eyes wide, tail swishing in excitement.  Finally, he sighed, before turning to grab the keys to the Marauder.  You quickly slid the credits over, flashing an incredibly toothy grin.  “Remember I am watching you.  If anything happens other than some petty thievery- you won’t be making it out of here in one piece,” he warned, accusingly glaring while pointing the not-at-all threatening cleaning rag at you.

“Trust me, I won’t hurt anyone!  Except for their pockets, I suppose- ha!”  The Twi’lek sighed before explaining the directions to get there, and how to work with the keys.  He shortly returned to his work, as you happily bounded out before remembering to be discreet.  You ducked and swerved, squeezed into tight spaces, hopped over a few fences, and other tasks that were annoying, sure, but not difficult in any way.  Finally, the docking lot came into view, the Marauder in the center, taking up all the glory.  Before stepping into the port, you looked around, pulling down scanner goggles, easily locating all the cameras.  You had said that the bartender could watch you, so scrambling the cameras for the long-run was a no-go.  But, perhaps, you could manage to short them out for only a minute or two, or scramble all of them except the camera over your target.  Keep the promise, and all.

You fished around in your pockets and pouches, seeing what trinkets could be of help.  There must be some sort of protection against scrambling devices, if you could just… “HA!  Yes, this will do,” you whisper-shouted triumphantly, holding up a little stick on device you had crafted yourself, many rotations ago, just in case of a situation like this.  You smiled triumphantly, perhaps feeling too much pride given the circumstances.  You waited for the cameras to drift away before jumping up onto the fence, using your tail to help balance, before jumping up the wall.  Thankfully, whoever designed the lot wanted it to be pretty, considering the intricate carvings swirling here and there.  Unfortunately for the designer, though, anyone with enough claws and skill could use the indents to scale their way up or across the compound- and you had plenty of both.

Carefully, you made your way across until there was a large horizontal pole with a label for the row.  Angling yourself, you quickly leaped and grabbed the pole, swinging before bringing up your legs and balancing on it, one hand wrapped around, the other holding the small device.  Squinting your eyes and focusing, your arm drew back, everything carefully placed.  Then, with a quick motion, you threw the device, which immediately stuck to the camera observing the Marauder.  Grinning, you fished out the scrambling devices, and its remote.  One by one, you tossed the scramblers across the compound, surrounding the perimeter.  As soon as your [shade] red finger touched the button, electricity sparks flew and the cameras slumped down, utterly defeated.  It was almost too easy, which never happened.  There was always some bizarre twist- employers never gave the full story.  You’ll worry about that later.

You wrapped your tail around the pole repeatedly, before lunging down, hands extended to catch your fall.  Quickly bounding back up, you looked around once more before sprinting to the ship.  Looking over your shoulder every five seconds, you inserted the key and twisted it, bringing the field down with a triumphant smile.  You quickly scraped off the plate covering the wires to open the ramp, claws leaving dents.  Well, that’s inconvenient- now they’ll know someone was here- if they’re smart, anyway.  A problem for tomorrow.  Or the next hour, or whenever they show up- especially if the bartender would rat out the plan.  Maybe you shouldn't have compromised with him, promising to let him keep some view on you, ready to give information to the owners of the ship.  Yeah, you would definitely need to get off of this planet soon, especially since your appearance was… unique, to say the least- but it did help that your striped horns were covered, but the long red tail certainly didn't help.

You began hot-wiring the ramp cords, pulling and plugging and making electric connections from one to another, until a satisfying hiss escaped and the ramp began unfolding.  The lights in the ship activated, making the ramp look like some blessed trip to paradise, war equipment and Maker knows what else, all ripe for the taking.  You bounded up the ramp, tail swishing back and forth rapidly in excitement.  Your hand twisted up to grab the large sack from your back, opening it up and getting ready to completely loot the place.

Running back and forth through the ship, you collected bombs, blasters, bits of armor, rations, and what appeared to be someone’s… arms and legs- or, at least, spares.  There was one pair of legs, with a spare foot, and two different arm types- one resembling an actual arm, and the other one seemed to possess a number of tools.  They all looked like they were a work in progress, someone making upgrades to it all, perhaps making  different aspects specific to certain goals or terrain.  You hesitated, arm hovering out.  I mean, it would be pretty cruel to take someone's legs and arms…but the employer would be thrilled…  Sighing, you took the arm with the tools, and left all the other artificial limbs.

You continued forward, picking up a spare set of goggles and a data-pad left on one of the top bunks.  On the other side, one of the bunks held several vibro-knives, which you quickly grabbed.  Those were valuable, and there were no guilty feelings involved- win win.  For you, anyway.  Certainly not the group you were stealing from.  The bag feeling was heavy in your hands, so you figured it was time to bail.  There was enough stuff in here to last you forever- or rather, your employer.  Shame you couldn't just drop out, that the employer would hunt you down and then some.

You tightly sealed the bag, and slung it over your back before walking out to the ramp.  Before stepping out completely, you looked, listened, and smelled for any sign of life, or even some sort of droid under their command.  Nothing was noteworthy, so you put one clawed foot in front of the other as you descended the ramp, quickly un-doing the hot-wiring from before.  It certainly wasn’t a clean job, but you should be able to get out of there before anyone comes back.  Hopefully.

You quickly retraced your steps, until you were far away from the docking lot, and far away from any possibility of the group tracking you.  Again, hopefully.  You carefully made your way to your designated escape escort, being sure to check if anyone suspicious, especially the group you’d just looted, was close behind.  Finally, the view of the transport ship was in sight, the escort waiting, rather impatiently, a scowl on her face as her foot bounced about a ‘hundred miles an hour.  “Sorry I’m late,” you huffed out, lugging the bag into the ship.  “They took forever and then some to leave, and the bartender had better morals than the average- had to plead my innocence- well, my ‘I won’t harm anyone, just their pockets,’ type innocence.”  All she did was grunt back, clearly disinterested.  “Okay, whatever…” you mumbled, sheepishly looking for a place to sit.  Clearly she didn’t care why someone was late, only that they were.  Which was rather annoying, it’s not like them taking forever was your fault.

You quickly settled down into the seat, pulling a latch over yourself as a form of comfort.  Giant hunks of metal soaring through the empty and cold vacuum that was space, in which you would immediately die if suscepted to with no gear, was not your ideal method of transportation.  The ship shook as the engine powered on, the vibration only increasing as it lost contact with the solid ground.  Your hands flew to the sides on the restraint bar, gripping them as hard as possible.

Soon enough, after the ship had left the atmosphere, things calmed down- no more shaking or weird creaking.  Just silence.  It was unclear if noise, or the lack of, was creepier.  Oh well.  You slowly unlatched the bar, figuring that if the ship were to explode in the middle of space, it wouldn't matter if you were strapped in or otherwise.  Carefully standing up, using the wall as support, you began a miniature exploration expedition.  A very miniature one, considering it was just the room you were in and one to the left, the only ones which you had been granted access to.  You were tired, and perhaps the other room had a bed.  Or at least some blankets you could toss together and call a nest.

You opened the door, entering the access code, and much to your complete disappointment- it was empty.  Utterly, completely, so-very, empty.  A deep sigh escaped your lips, shoulders slumping in sync.  So much for that 10-step trip.  You sharply turned around, tail swishing in a mixture of annoyance and boredom.

Unfortunately, before you could make it two steps away, a rough hand grabbed the nape of your neck, hauling you upwards and turning you back to face the assaulter.  A sharp cry escaped, and you pulled your legs and tail into each other, trying to become a small ball hanging involuntarily by the giant mass of a man.  A man, you realized with horror, who was part of the group you had just looted.  That was bad.  You sheepishly raised one hand to wave, smiling in the most last-ditch effort to save your red hide.  Before you could get any pleas out, he roughly tossed you, twisted his own body for extra momentum.  You landed, hard, against the metal wall, black blood trailing down your nose.  A rough cough came out, followed by a copious amount of saliva.  Your hand reached up to wipe it off, the other one underneath you to provide some balance as you were down on knees, tail curling in front- a feeble attempt to look menacing.

Looking around, you took in the four adult men- but the adult woman and little girl were nowhere to be seen.  Made sense, considering the attire between the group.  The four men were dressed in armor, like soldiers, whereas the other two had general attire with a few handy trinkets or weapons.  I guess these four do the more ‘beat-up-people’ focused work…

“Nice surprise, right?” said the one with a half-and-half black and white helmet, a red stripe going down the middle.  “Didn’t expect us to know about your little plan, did ya?”  Half-and-half approached, unsheathing a vibro-knife.  That wasn’t good.  You scrambled up, backing into the wall, a desperate and toothy smile plastered on your face, despite the watering in your eyes.  The one with the goggles backed off, presumably to grab the loot.  That was extra not good.  “Was it the Twi’lek bartender?  Did he rat me out?” you asked, voice cracking, still holding that desperate smile.  Before you died, you at least wanted to know what went wrong that led to this, your ultimate demise in a, truthfully, not all that long career of crime.

Half-and-half bent down, and lifted your head up by the horns, holding the blade to your neck.  Your heart rate spiked, chest rising and falling far faster than any chest ever should.  “Technically, we got to him first.  Told him to let you loot us.  Told this ship’s pilot to do what we say.  And after we land, you’ll be taking us directly to your employer.  Got it?” he loathed, voice all the more terrifying under the helmet.  Your yellow eyes, scrunched and watering, reflected perfectly back in his visor, making the entire situation all the more real and terrifying.  You shakily nodded, agreeing in full.  “Good,” he spoke firmly, pulling the blade away from your neck and twirling it back into its sheath.  He dropped your horns, and you slumped backwards, a shaky breath exuding.

He stood up, signaling something to the other men, and they all began to turn around and walk out.  You cautiously opened your eyes, only to be met with everyone leaving- you quickly scrambled, and attempted to tell them to wait, but it was to no avail- Goggles was already losing the door.  An echo sounded through the room, leaving you alone, your eyes comically glowing administ the pitch black, ragged breathing filling the room.  This was so, very, not good.

[idk-my-aesthetic]

**Toh ending spoilers**

So if season 3 hadn’t been cut I’m pretty sure we would’ve had an all out Amity VS Luz fight in the finale

Like, this is just a theory. But not only is the setup absolutely there- both with the collecter possessing people under Belos’s instructions or Belos himself possessing ppl- but it makes for a fantastic parallel.

One of their first interactions is the witches duel! A full blown finale fight would be an incredible parallel to show how far they’ve come and grown as witches. Plus it plays on some of their biggest fears- hurting the ppl she loves for Luz and for Amity- who’s main thing is about working on becoming a better person- would be a devastating regression

Also just like. Big emotional scene where mind controlled Amity is saying mean things, and Luz agrees, and Amity has to snap herself out to convince Luz that no those hurtful things weren’t true and I’m so sorry and then they comfort each other and have a nice romantic moment

Like In the actual episode Amity is the one to comfort Luz and tell her about the light glyph being what wakes people up. (Which btw is a connection I love so much how the light glyph was the first she learned and it’s her name and it’s what keeps saving ppl Luz keeps saving people even when she thinks badly of herself she is good and kind and no matter what she thinks she can’t erase that or the good she’s done)

the actual interaction in the nightmare world are kinda short bc the mouse screwed them over and also bc Luz can’t properly finish her arc until she talks to Papa Titian for finale reasons but like

Imagine Luz in the nightmare realm as her freinds yell at her. And she believes them! Ofc she believes them!! She’s been wallowing in guilt for months of course she believes it

Amity gets the quote right. They fight.

Its big and flashy and scary. Luz is so distraught she’s not really properly putting up a fight and Stringbean has to kinda pick up the slack so she doesn’t really get hurt. The others are probably joining in as backup for Amity, throwing in mean things that Luz just keeps agreeing with

(There’s moments when Amity, misses an easy shot or takes a second too long to react, but that’s all the rebellion she can muster. For now)

Mid fight, while saying or agreeing with something mean about herself, Luz casts a light spell

Amity does not wake up

Willow does

And Willow says she’s wrong. Willow starts defending Luz from the others, rebuking all the self deprecating claims Luz makes. As she goes Willow manages to wake up Gus, then Amity, then Hunter

The four of them fight together to protect Luz from whatever monsters manifest from the nightmare, and also from her own self deprecation

Like I feel like it would be so beautiful. Luz’s whole life all she’s wanted is to be understood. She struggled so hard to make freinds, and she loves these ones so much and she’s so afraid that she hurt them. But instead they turn around and say no you didn’t and we love you and fight for her because after so so long of being alone Luz finally has a family, brothers and sisters and a girlfriend who love her.

She would have the support she needed to finally believe them and stop listening to her own fears. The support to finally believe in and choose herself

Now obviously changing this stuff would wreak havoc on the actual script and mess with a lot of what they’d be capable of doing in their limited time. Plus screw up some really really incredible moments like everything with the collector and Luz actually choosing herself. I do think you could make it all work with more time but obviously that’s the one thing the incredible writing team didn’t have.

Anyway I am writing a fic. but it’s very much a WIP. Collage is killing me. So expect it whenever I rise from the dead in the fanfic writer equivalent of Titian form

[elledelajoie]

Pasts Reconciled, Futures Reframed

New fic for Fandom Trumps Hate 2023. Written for @chriscalledmesweetie

After his nearly daily trip into the dumpster at Puck’s hands, Kurt headed to the bathroom to clean himself up yet again. He had managed to escape without actually getting any stains on his fantastic outfit, which was a pleasant surprise. When he came out of the bathroom after fixing himself back up, he saw that Rachel was watching Quinn and Finn. When Quinn walked away from Finn and towards Rachel, he moved down the hall, opened his locker, and feigned intense interest in choosing the correct folder all while tuning into what they were saying.

“Eavesdrop much?” He heard Quinn ask as she approached Rachel. “Time for some girl talk, man hands. You can dance with him. You can sing with him. But you will never have him.”

Rachel responded defiantly, “I understand why you’d be threatened. Finn and I have made a connection. But I’m an honorable person. I don’t need to steal your man. I have plenty of suitors of my own. Every day Glee’s status is going up, and yours is going down. Deal with it.”

The instant Rachel turned to walk off, she was hit in the face by two blue slushies.

Quinn put her hand to her mouth to cover the raucous laughter that threatened to escape.

Kurt kept a stoic look on his face, as he went back to pulling a few things out of his locker before closing it and walking off in the opposite direction.

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Four days later, after their disastrous rendition of “Push It”, Kurt saw Rachel heading towards the auditorium with a large backpack after school. He casually followed her down the hallway but was passed by Finn, who was obviously following Rachel. He followed Finn to the auditorium, hanging back enough to keep Finn from noticing him, then took a detour and entered the auditorium from the side door and slowly made his way in the dark along the hall that led up to the stage. He could hear the two of them on the stage. Rachel was playing notes on the piano and Finn was singing, but he couldn’t tell what they were saying until he got to the edge of the left wing, close to the stage. He stayed in the shadows, carefully stepping around some chairs and random props that were strewn around.

“Try it,” Rachel said after tapping another note on the piano.

“Laaa,” Finn sang out, attempting the note.

Read on AO3.

[bonefall]

if i’m remembering correctly (which i totally might not be i only just started rereading tpb) brackenfur had like a million apprentices and graystripe was his mentor. are you gonna keep this canon? my thoughts was maybe brackenfur mentored so many cats bc he didn’t want anyone else to feel neglected and ignored by their own mentor

Brackenfur had like FOUR apprentices. As much as I love this for him because he's obviously amazing at it, because of how he becomes deputy and dies sooner, it's going to need to be less!

Tawnypelt: NO Because I'm eliminating Fireheart having this weird, patronizing romantic overprotectiveness of Sandstorm in TPB (in fact he is aro), Sandstorm was her mentor.

Whitewing: YES For one, he needs her to become deputy later. For two, Whitepaw reminds everyone of Snowkit and it's nice that he's asked to be her mentor with that in mind.

Hollyleaf: YES And this is actually very important to both of them! Brackenfur is the deputy and brings her on a lot of his diplomatic assignments through Po3. He is going on the Tribe Trip this time around, too.

Sorrelstripe: NO Brackenfur died an arc before she was born, back at the end of Po3 and Sorrelstripe comes along post-OotS.

So he's, sadly, bumped down to 2 apprentices. Even if everything was the same, I would want him to generally have less because canon has a problem... girls keep getting passed over as mentors. I'm shuffling it so the distribution is more even.

But I do imagine he's a FANTASTIC mentor, and it's why Firestar personally asked him to take his granddaughter after she was shaken when being a Cleric didn't work out for her. So the trait will remain; his life just works out that he only had 2.

[ordinaryschmuck]

If I was in charge of making a Fantastic Four show...

I would make it a series that focuses on the perspective of Franklin Richards.

He’s part of the most popular superhero family around, and he admires them with every second, wanting to be just like them. Until one day, his powers start popping up, and it leads the Fantastic Four and even the rest of the heroes to figure out what Franklin’s powers could mean and if it’s something to be controlled.

Most of the Fantastic Four dynamics remains the same, only seen through a more lighthearted light. Reed is a distant father, focusing on his projects and how to help Franklin with his powers. He still loves his son to pieces, but doesn’t go about showing it the best way. Sue is very much there for Franklin in almost any chance she gets, nurturing him and being the best mom she can be. She’s also very protective of her boy, having a force field around him any second she can for his own safety and will DESTROY anyone that harms a single hair on his head. Johnny’s the cool uncle, obviously, being there to help Franklin have fun, even if it leads to both of them getting into trouble at times. And Ben’s the gruff god-father with a heart of gold, always acting like he’s angry and tough all the time but you’d better believe he’s at his happiest when FRANKLIN is happy.

As for the villains, there’s the usual suspects. Your Molemans, your Frightful Fours, and, of course, Doctor Doom. I mean, a child of Richards has these fantastical, unexplainable powers. You’d better believe he’d want to steal the boy away and figure out what makes him tick.

And, with it being a Marvel property, there’s obviously going to be some guest stars. But only ones who have a history with the Fantastic Four.

Spider-Man would be sort of this baby sitter that the Fantastic Four hire to look after Franklin, him being the only person they trust to keep a watchful eye on him.

She-Hulk will act as the family’s lawyer, helping them with law trouble and popping in from time to time to keep them noted on updates for certain trouble.

Black Panther is a trusted colleague of Richards, leaving Wakanda open to him and the Fantastic Four if they need help on any technological ideas that either of them has an issue with.

The Inhumans are there to offer any assistance they can with helping Franklin understand their powers. Johnny isn’t always the biggest fan of visiting due to Crystal being an old flame of his.

And you just KNOW Namor is going to show up to stir trouble between Reed and Sue.

Oh, also? It’d be animated. Because you can NOT make a superhero series like this work unless its animated.

And that’s what I’d do with a Fantastic Four series. I’m stumbling on a name because you can’t really call it “Fantastic Four” if Franklin’s more of a prominent role (the best I can come up with is “Fantastic Family”). Still, this is what I’d do.

[ofdarkestdesires]

Tell me more of this Harleen Osborne please.

“Oh, looks like this one is for you, Harls.”

“Finally! Some time in the spotlight for once!”

“So hey, the name’s Harleen Ozbourne. I’m Universe 765’s version of Harry Ozbourne, Norman Ozbourne’s son—though, obviously in our world, I’m a girl. I’m also our world’s version of Hobgoblin, though it’s kind of…well…”

“Alright, so first thing you need to know is OzCorp were the ones messing around with portal technology that brought that creepy eldritch spider to our world—the one that eventually got onto Nate’s hand, bit him, and made him a cosmic nightmare come alive.”

“When will you stop insulting my outfit?”

“—Anyways! While the spider got away, the portals were a success, and so my dad had the scientists keep testing it. After a few more tests, they were going to try and actually make a stable doorway to one of these other worlds. It was gonna be a big thing, so big my dad went to check it out himself.”

“And it was a success—but before anyone could check it out, something else on the other side decided to use it first.”

“Not the first or the last time we’ve had an extradimensional invasion since they started messing with portals.”

“Anyway, the lab was overrun, my dad got nabbed in the confusion, I went with Nate to try and save him, and thankfully he wasn’t much worse for wear when we got him back to our side and turned off the portal. We assumed the worst was behind us, I took him to the hospital, and hoped things would ease up.”

“And then Norman recovered overnight.”

“I was…overjoyed. It was a miracle—none of the doctors could explain it. He came home, and things were normal…but I started to notice that he wasn’t…wasn’t totally himself. I mean, he wasn’t the best dad before, but now he would shout suddenly, get extremely pissed at the smallest problems—he fucking snarled at me, one time!”

“And while that was going on in the Ozbourne house, a new villain had started wrecking shop in town—a big, horned, scaly creature that called itself the Green Goblin.”

“I’m sure you see where this was going.”

“When I finally found out that my dad was the Green Goblin, I realized that something must’ve affected him when he’d went through that portal. Thankfully, since my dad’s scientists were the ones pioneering the portal technology, they were also the ones making the best tools to nullify anything that came through them. I basically grabbed whatever I could, told Nate was going on, and we went to fix my dad.”

“Aside from Venom, that was probably the hardest fight of my life.”

“Yeah…thankfully, we won. Between Nate’s webs keeping him down and the nullifying gas from the lab, we got my dad back into his human self. It was clear he was struggling to stay afloat, though, so we turned to the only other people who might’ve been able to help him.”

“…the Fantastic Four.”

“They told us they could help rid my dad of the extradimensional infection that was making him this monster, but did warn us that there could be some…side effects…they just didn’t mention that they’d include that he’d fall into a full coma for three years, and then a vegetative state not long after…”

“…”

“…after I stopped trying to pull free from Nate’s hold so I could snap Richards’ neck, the next few days after the procedure…were a blur. I just…didn’t know what to do. Nate tried to help best that he could, but it’s hard to be a caring friend and the protector of the city at the same time. Believe me, he tried.”

“Eventually, though…I just kept remembering the look on my dad’s face as I helped him regain himself…I didn’t want anyone to experience what I’d gone through. And on top of that, his monstrous self had done so much damage to the city…and I couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible. If I’d figured it out sooner…maybe I wouldn’t have lost him.”

“…that was the moment I decided to step up. Nate was doing a good job, but New York’s a big city, and he could use a hand. And I needed to avenge and atone for what my dad did. So, I took the suit and tools I borrowed from the lab, and with a bit of…redecorating, Hobgoblin was born.”

“And she’s been New York’s rip-off Iron-Man ever since.”

I was more going for Batman, but fuck you too, bud.”

[moltengoldveins]

please please please if y’all have a spare two hours, listen to the Oh, Hellos’ Seasons albums. They’re four albums named after the traditional Greek winds, arranged Notos-Eurus-Boreas-Zephyrus, released between 2017-2020 and they’re some of the best bluegrass/folk music I’ve ever heard. They’re also CAREFULLY written, and each season is like the arc of a story, and you can listen to them starting from any of the albums and get what feels like a coherent plot because it’s cyclical.

Notos is roaring and powerful, and manages to transition seamlessly from a song about the scene in 1 Kings where God appears to Elijah as a whisper to a song about political unrest and xenophobia, and you barely even notice. Torches and Constellations also are just… really powerful songs about how people Work, and they’re well worth listening to.

Eurus is my favorite of the albums, based around autumn, and nearly the whole thing is cheerful and exciting and, dare I say, nippy. It’s the album that has one of my favorite lines ever put to music: “Even the great celestial hieroglyphs are bodies of dust illuminated, and if the heavens can be both sacred and dust… maybe so can the rest of us.” But Eurus ends, as autumn does with death. It ends with ‘Passerine,’ a song about (as far as I can tell) a modern Christian realizing their church is corrupt and hateful and nothing like Christ, turning away from it, only to find themselves lost and devoid of community, distanced from their God. (Yes this is the song that really famous MCYT fanfic is based off of yes it is actually a good song I promise you)

Boreas is the north wind, and more than that, it is the Embodiment of seasonal depression. The rest of the albums are written like folk tunes or hymnals or epic poetry. This one talks about ceiling fans and the reality of anxiety and self harm. It builds throughout, using fantastical language to describe a sort of tense mundanity until finally you get to Glowing, a song about the actual painful reality of living, and further; living as a Christian. The realization that you’ve gotten to the end of your ‘map,’ your planned ‘get to the end of college’ or ‘get this career’ or ‘get this relationship’ and sure enough: you have to keep living. You have to keep working to bring about goodness and beauty in the world around you. And it’s Hard.

Zephyrus is the one I’m not as familiar with but it’s also FUN. It’s spring, and it’s got significantly more EDM influence. It’s also the answer to Boreas’ and Eurus’ problematic endings. The whole thing is about reawakening your wonder and excitement, about the renewal of faith, about opening borders and cultural exchanges and the inherent hope in a broken system: of course it’s broken. We’re all broken. But life has always been the process of ‘fixing’ Theseus’ ship, putting our world back together as it falls apart. What’s worth saving is never worth letting go to waste.

I am begging you. Listen to these albums. Read along with the lyrics, cause they’re a bit wordy and hard to catch, but so SO worth it. And if you do, lemme know what you think of them. The Oh, Hellos are an incredible example of artists who are Christians, but aren’t ’Christian artists,’ whose worldview is very obviously based in the actual words of the Bible and who are working to put beauty into the world around them. I genuinely think everyone can find at least a few songs in their discography to love.

please listen to albums someitmes youll be amazed at what an artists songs do when theyree in an order they made. for you to listen to. etc

[score-core]

Starshine [Haikyuu]

chapter two

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Kokoa Sugawara got through life by being herself. She didn't know how to be anyone else. Often times she felt as though she was stuck in her brother's shadow, after all, they liked many of the same things and constantly did the same things. Only, he was the fantastic volleyball player that everyone loved. She was just the sports photographer following in her twin's footsteps. But one day, she meets a boy whose freckles are aligned like stars, guiding her to him.

Tadashi was used to being in Kei's shadow. In fact, he often liked it that way. When he and Kokoa meet, he finds that he doesn't mind being in the spotlight, as long as she's controlling its gaze.

pairing(s): tadashi yamaguchi x fem!oc

warnings: none

During their early morning practice, Hinata tries to spike a ball but ends up falling flat on his face.

“Hey, your feet stopped short!” Kageyama tells him. “What happened to your serving and receiving reflexes from yesterday? You need to focus!”

Hinata sulks across the room. “All I’m doing is receiving…There’s not much time left! I want to spike, too! I want to jump, too!”

Kageyama scowls at him. “Go jump around, then!”

“Hey, you guys,” Tanaka speaks up. “I should give you fair warning. Daichi-san is usually gentle, but he’s extremely scary when he gets angry. I mean extremely.” Fear overtakes his voice, thinking of an angry Daichi.

“We know,” they tell him.

Tanaka continues to ramble on. “It won’t be good if he finds out about this morning practice. It won’t be good for me. It’s not that I’m scared or anything! Absolutely not. Absolutely not at all.”

Kokoa catches the two first year’s eyes from behind Tanaka. She shakes her head indicating that he’s lying about not being scared. She then proceeds to make faces behind him, making the first years smile.

“But anyway, the four of us here are the only ones that know about this morning practice, so make sure that you–”

The gym doors open up and Sugawara walks in, startling Tanaka. “Morning practice, huh? I knew it.”

Tanaka watches his upperclassman worriedly. “Suga!” “Hey.” “But why…?”

“Because you were obviously weird yesterday. You’re always barely on time, but you voluntarily asked to be in charge of opening the lock.” Suga hesitates for a moment before shooting his eyes toward his sister. She immediately turns her gaze to the ceiling, whistling a nonsense tune. “And Kokoa left me a note about it too.”

“Kokoa, you traitor!” Tanaka yells at her.

“I had to!” She tells him. “I couldn’t leave my house at five in the morning without telling him. He’d worry.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I won’t tell Daichi.” Suga keeps trying to calm Tanaka down. “This is like secret training or something. It’s kind of thrilling.” He gives them all a bright smile and ushers them back to practicing.

Tanaka practices spiking with Kageyama while Hinata practices receiving with Sugawara. “Ohhh! Come and get it!” The second year yells as he and Kageyama spike and set respectively. “Good, that was excellent.”

Hinata suddenly gets hit in the head by Sugawara’s pass and loud laughter rings out from the sidelines. Kokoa brandishes her camera. “Haha, I totally caught that on camera!”

“Hinata, don’t get distracted,” Suga says to the first year who blushes in embarrassment.

Hinata suddenly turns his attention to the other first year. “I want to hit the ball, too! Send me a toss, too!” Kageyama glares at him menacingly. “Tossing’s your favorite, right? Send me a toss, too.” The glare only intensifies. “Just one. Just try me out, once. Okay?”

“No,” the raven-haired first-year says.

“C’mon, Kageyama,” Kokoa says. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

He gives her a look as if to say “Watch this” before turning to serve at Hinata. He tries to receive the ball, but it goes flying away.

Kageyama glares at him from across the gym. “That came straight at you from the front. Tossing and attacking happen only if there’s a reception. Which you’re too slow to even do, so don’t talk cocky. For the three-on-three match this Saturday, I’ll make every effort to give Tanaka all the tosses.”

Hinata wilts more and more after every sentence. “What?”

“Let Tanaka do the attacking. You do your best not to get in our way.”

“Oh come on, Kageyama,” Kokoa butts in. “You have no idea if he’d get in your way or not.” She walks towards the volleyball players with confident strides, coming to a stop beside Hinata and resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know you guys had some issues in middle school but things change, people change. You never know unless you set to Hinata and let him spike the damn ball!”

“I’ll toss to anyone who’s essential to winning,” Kageyama tells her before leveling his gaze at his fellow first-year. “Right now, I don’t think you’re essential to winning.”

“What’s it take to toss him a few here and there?” Suga asks.

Kageyama ignores him and turns away. “It’s getting to be that time. We’d better clean up.”

He sends Tanaka into a panic. “Crap! Hurry! Erase all the evidence!” In a flurry of movement, he ushers the others into cleaning up the gym.

Kokoa sighs under her breath. “Dummy kohai. You’re just setting yourselves further behind.”

[sbknews]

Legendary racer Carl Fogarty makes surprise visit to popular bike meet-up

Nearly 2,000 motorbike fanatics were left overjoyed when legendary racer Carl Fogarty made a surprise visit to their free weekly village meet-up. ‘Foggy’, a four-time World Superbike champion, is still adored by an army of loyal supporters after becoming one of Britain’s most popular sporting figures in the 1990s. And many were left grinning from ear to ear when they got the chance to unexpectedly rub shoulders with him in Old Buckenham, Norfolk, on Tuesday. “I come every week, it’s my local place to come for a meet. It’s great to meet new faces and, obviously, you never know who might turn up,” said Carl Thomas, 41, from Norwich. “It’s great Foggy was here. They’re all heroes, he’s a rider isn’t he so he’s a hero. I’m a biker so they all are. I let him do his thing, I’m not one of these who would jump all over him. He’s got more than enough people.” Steve Kingston-Miles, better known as Bumble, also made the near 20-mile trip from the city to the popular Two-Wheel Tuesday gathering hosted by the Ox & Plough pub. “I got a sneaky photo with him,” he laughed. “I didn’t know he was coming. I came up because I thought he (friend, Carl Thomas) might be here and he said: ‘Foggy’s coming’ and I was like ‘is he?’ We were looking for him and obviously we found him. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to him, I didn’t have a clue - probably ‘you came in the van didn’t you?’ “I am surprised to see him in Norfolk. I’ve never met him before but I have seen him race.” The Blackburn-based superbike icon, who won I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here! in 2014, was in Norfolk on business catching up with North Lynn-based Bikesure - the motorcycle insurance broker he has been brand ambassador for since 2012.

The one-time King of the Jungle said: “It was a fantastic evening and an amazing turnout of bikes. “The weather was amazing, it’s a great free event. I’ve been to quite a few bike meetings over the years, but I’ve never seen anything like that one before. It was a huge turnout. “I was mucking in, flipping a few burgers and pulling a few pints, and if I’m ever down in Norfolk again I’ll definitely be calling in on the Ox & Plough on a Two-Wheel Tuesday.” Visiting the popular event on the village green also gave him the opportunity to catch up with his long-time friend Martin Williams. When the 62-year-old got married, Foggy’s wife Michaela was the maid of honour. “I’m used to walking around with him in places and us getting stopped,” joked the former Blackburn native who relocated to Stiffkey. “It’s better than it used to be, it was manic in the 90s. But I still rip Foggy when it happens. We used to have a laugh by me pretending to take photos for fans and actually just taking a load of selfies - and one picture of the person with Carl obviously. It was nice to catch up and see some bikes, including the Ducati he made a short trip on to arrive. I hadn’t seen him for six months and it’s always great to catch up, he’s a top bloke.” Two-Wheel Tuesday has been running since 2013 and was the brainchild of former pub landlord Ben Devlin. Current proprietor, Dave Tranmer, has overseen the event as it continues to flourish and attract thousands of bikers and non-riders alike from the first Tuesday in April until the end of October. Mr Tranmer said: “We’ve never had anyone as famous as Carl Fogarty here before. It was a privilege to have him here and that he was even interested to come. It just proves how popular Two-Wheel Tuesday is. He had a great night as far as I’m concerned, it was a pleasure to have him. “There were 1,200 bikes here, which equates to about 1,800 people on the green. It gets bigger and bigger every year. Bikers love it, most of the village love it - there’s a few that don’t, but what can I do? I try and keep it as peaceful and friendly as I can. “It’s so popular because it’s on the village green. We give them a variety of food, a variety of drinks and there’s never any trouble. There’s loads of places to park and I think it’s in an area where the public can come to the green, have a great night and look at bikes - and bikers love people looking at their bikes. It’s just a great, peaceful evening to be honest.” Bikesure was there to capture his shock appearance and put together a short heartwarming 90-second video that you can watch here: Read the full article

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At the same time in 2005, if you said that the Apprentice host, would be 45th President of the USA, you would likely get a lot more raised eyebrows to put it mildly. Fast-forward to present times, and now all these things have obviously come to pass—the most recent being the bailout/shotgun-wedding-to-a-competitor of Credit Suisse, one of the most storied banks in all of banking.

What does this all mean (other than ‘anything can happen’)? At least in terms of banks, it shows that size (in addition to storied history) matters little, and if you are thinking that the big bank you deal with will be deemed too-big-to-fail in the event of a crisis, I have some Merrill Lynch stock to sell you 😉. (Remember, in 2008, Bank of America was pressured to acquire the bull of Wall Street, Merrill Lynch, as a last minute save from the perils of its bankruptcy).

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[adamjagger]

Spiritus expander wings

Alright so for this weeks post I figured I’d better make it about something very cool that I picked up from brownells a little while back. That being the spiritus systems expander wings.

So, like I said, I’ve had these for a while now, and have been absolutely loving them. I figure I would break down some of the features about them and the uses that I have been getting out of them.

So to start with these are a add-on option to essentially any chest rig or plate carrier that has a Velcro portion that you can add onto. I’ve been using mine with the spiritus systems micro fight chest rig that I have posted about previously. So before getting into this, I think it’s worth mentioning that there are two different versions of these, there is a molle style version and then the other version like I have. The overall set up is extremely easy and actually adds a lot of function to your plate, carrier or chest rig.

The overall idea of these is obviously added storage. They do come with a elastic bungee and a adjustable squeeze clip thing. The way I have mine set up is on the back panel of the micro fight placard I removed the Velcro panel cover, installed the expander wings on there and then replaced the back panel cover. Once you do that all you do is route , the shoulder and back strap through the expander wings and you’re all set. The way I did mine was I only ran three out of the four straps through the expander wings themselves. That way it’s easier to take the whole chest rig on and off.

The way that I’ve been using mine is mainly two different ways. The main beauty of the expander wings is they aren’t made for just one certain item. I’ve been using mine with a small Nalgene bottle to have some extra water on me. I’ve also been storing two 5.56 mags inside of each for added magazine capacity. Like I said, in my video that I did on these and the possibilities are endless with this on what you could use them for. My plan in the future is to use one for a thermal monocular since that should be a perfect fit inside as well.

My final thoughts on this are that I think these are a must have item. You essentially double your magazine capability. While also adding storage for pretty much anything you can think of that you might need that will fit in them. Overall, the materials are fantastic. I’ve been using it out in the woods, running around going prone, etc. and haven’t had any issues at all with it. I actually think that the chest rig fits better with these installed because it keeps the straps more linear rather than allowing them to move up or down. Overall, I’m very happy with these and I’m very glad that I ended up going ahead and getting them.

Like I said, in the first paragraph of this, these are available at Brownells and as always, I will have links down below, and like I always say you can message me on Instagram to get the links or coupon codes to use to save some money.

Thanks for reading

Adam Jagger gun blog post #25 3/4/23

[three--rings]

2022 Video Game Wrapup

Video games are a very important part of my life and I felt like doing a year summary.  Feel free to copy the format if you want.

Games I Actually FINISHED This Year

Red Dead Redemption II - First playthough. I started it before the new year but spent almost six months on this.  Didn’t quite 100% it because some of the challenges were too damn hard for me.  But otherwise it was a very completionist run.  This immediately moved into one of my all-time top games, like IDK one of the top three spots.  So glad I gave it a shot after not thinking it was my thing.

AI: The Somnian Files - A game by Uchikoshi that I hadn’t played yet?   Yeah I devoured it.  What can I say, despite it’s weirdness and Uchikoshi quirks, I love it.

AI: The Somnian Files - The Nirvana Initiative - The sequel obviously.  Even more twisty than the first one, if not quite as full of loveable characters. 

80 Days - It’s sorta a game you can play as many times as you want, but I played it three-four times through and felt satisfied. 

Games I’m currently Playing:

Pokémon Violet - I’m trying to keep myself from stalling on this.  I need to go fight the Elite Four but I’m scared.  So I’m running around looking for missing low-level dudes.

Pentiment - Bought in the Steam Winter sale, started on Xmas eve.  I’m two acts in and really want to restart cause I’ve done everything wrong but I persist.  This game is very strange.  But medieval monk murder mystery how could I NOT play it?

Games I’m still playing, more or less:

Life Sims:

Stardew Valley - The eternal, basically.  I started a brand new game with Stardew Valley Extended and a light selection of about 30 mods when I had Covid and played it obsessively to get farther than I ever had before.  Got 100 golden walnuts, and basically was just working on making money to get True Perfection when I got tired and haven’t touched it for months.

Traveller’s Rest - A really great game in which you run a tavern.  I played it intensely when it first released, before they redid the whole thing.  Then didn’t touch it for a long time, played it a little around Halloween cause they did seasonal stuff and thought real hard about playing the Christmas content but didn’t. 

Dinkum: A fantastic one-man game that’s combo animal crossing and stardew in Australia.  Played it INTENSELY for a couple weeks before running out of stuff to do that compelled me.  I think there’s been several updates but nothing that had tempted me back.

Coral Island - I backed this on Kickstarter and so played this on early access release.  Really compelling and fun but I ran through the content quickly.  There’s been some major updates recently so I’ll get back to it soon.

The Planet Crafter - Played this intensely for a few days and after 10 hours ran out of new places to go and got bored.  I’ve tried to play it again a few times since then and last time I wanted to go further with it but the controls hurt my arthritis hands now.  So until they allow remapping controls, I think I’m out.

Wildermyth - A really fun little game where you follow characters through their adventuring careers.  Fun to make your own blorbo characters and see what happens to them.  Played it a LOT at the beginning of the year and nearly forgot to include it.  Could always pick it up again to return to my MXTX verse.

Games I’m MOSTLY done with but can’t make myself finish:

Bear and Breakfast - A weird game about inn management that starts chill but gets really annoying.  I got almost done with this game, but got to a point I needed to just make a lot of money to fully upgrade all my hotels to achieve things so the endgame would happen and by then I was annoyed.  I hear the ending is wild though so I kinda want to actually finish it since I went so far with it.  But I can’t work up the desire to get back.  

Persona 4 Golden - I’d never played a Persona game even though they are totally My Kinda Thing because I’m just not a playstation person.  Went through it quickly but then uh got stuck on one of the last bosses, maybe THE last, IDK I am still trying to avoid spoiling myself.  Even lowered the difficulty one notch and couldn’t beat it so either I needed to grind or lower it all the way.  And then I didn’t.

Disco Elysium - Yeah uh got to a point where either I need to move on to like the end of the story (ish?) or finish all these sidequests I’m stuck on and didn’t know what to do with.  And then I just didn’t go back.  Yes this is a problem for me.

Pokémon Legends: Arceus - I started this when Scarlet and Violet came out and I found it uh, conveniently online...and then I got stuck on the stupid Arcanine boss and then I found a Violet repack and yeah, that’s the story of that.  Not sure if I’ll go back to it or not at this point. 

Games I really need to make myself get back to but it’s been so long it’s embarrassing aka did I even play these this year, IDK?:

Great Ace Attorney Chronicles II - Uh, yeah, I need to finish this considering how long I waited for it.  Scheduled to travel with me in January.

Fire Emblem Three Houses - I finished it once and am like halfway through my second playthrough but got distracted.  Again, traveling with my Switch is my plan to make me finish this.

Danganronpa V3 - This I definitely haven’t touched in like a year and a half, so much that I have to restart from the beginning because I remember almost nothing.  I just finished rewatching the anime specifically to get me back to it.  I’m like 40 hours in and remember nothing if that tells you anything about me.

Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Again, pretty sure this wasn’t this year but I got really far in a play of this on my Xbox, but like Skyrim how do you know when you’re FINISHED.  I want to play it on my laptop with mods next time.

Games I played but gave up on:

Interrogation: You Will Be Deceived - I actually bought this accidentally, thinking it was a different game about interrogation and detecting lies that I’d been recced.  This game ended up being just Police Brutality Simulator.  It’s just “illegally abuse this witness to get Vital Info that will Save the Day” the game.  I  think I lasted 20 minutes.

Strange Horticulture - I thought there would be more story to this game but it’s mostly just identifying plants and then trying to guess the right ingredients of potions.  Okay for a while but not compelling enough to keep me interested.