#and some side projects related to those

[summertimemusician]

Linktober 2024 Masterlist (Possibly Late)

Day 1

Mirror

Day 2

Friend/Companion (WIP)

Day 3

Zelda (WIP)

Day 4

Night/Dark (WIP)

Day 5

Sacred (WIP)

Day 6

Fear/Horror (WIP)

Day 7

Royalty/Noble (WIP)

Day 8

Tunic (WIP)

Day 9

Secret/Mystery (WIP)

Day 10

Species/Race (WIP)

Day 11

Music/Dance (WIP)

Day 12

Favorite Game (WIP)

Day 13

Link (WIP)

Day 14

Fairy (WIP)

Day 15

Sword (WIP)

Day 16

Time (WIP)

Day 17

Dragons (WIP)

Day 18

Shopkeeper (WIP)

Day 19

Reward (WIP)

Day 20

Mask (WIP)

Day 21

Spirit (WIP)

Day 22

Favorite Character (WIP)

Day 23

Element (WIP)

Day 24

Deity (WIP)

Day 25

Ganon/Ganondorf (WIP)

Day 26

Echo (WIP)

Day 27

Rest/Respite (WIP)

Day 28

Bones (WIP)

Day 29

Deku (WIP)

Day 30

Mount (WIP)

Day 31

Free for All (WIP)

Linktober Shadow 2024 Writing

Day 1

Woods

Day 2

Malice/Gloom (WIP)

Day 3

Puppet Zelda (WIP)

Day 4

Ominous/Suspicious (WIP)

Day 5

Skull Kid (WIP)

Day 6

Fear/Horror (WIP)

Day 7

Dungeon/Temple (WIP)

Day 8

Lorule/Dark World (WIP)

Day 9

Secret/Mystery (WIP)

Day 10

Undead (WIP)

Day 11

Demise (WIP)

Day 12

Witch/Witches (WIP)

Day 13

Shadow/Dark Link

Day 14

Boss (WIP)

Day 15

Poisonous/Venomous (WIP)

Day 16

Labyrinth (WIP)

Day 17

Dragons (WIP)

Day 18

Majora (WIP)

Day 19

Ghirahim (WIP)

Day 20

Vaati (WIP)

Day 21

Poe/Spirit (WIP)

Day 22

Chasm/Rift (WIP)

Day 23

Twilight (WIP)

Day 24

Spectral/Astral (WIP)

Day 25

Ganon/Ganondorf (WIP)

Day 26

Hands (WIP)

Day 27

Volcanic (WIP)

Day 28

Bones (WIP)

Day 29

Beast/Creature (WIP)

Day 30

Final Boss (WIP)

Day 31

Free for All (WIP)

[cuteniaarts]

2 hour rough drawing of Ehuang, my precious Green Opal child who I don’t draw nearly enough <3

[victorluvsalice]

-->And so the group returned home, where the weather was actually halfway decent. I had Smiler and Victor resume their interrupted flirting, with Smiler getting frisky and going in for the kiss before getting a drink from Victor’s wrist (as they were QUITE thirsty at this point). Alice went and collected some of the wild chrysanthemums growing by the path to the barn while I pulled her photos and her and Victor’s paintings out of their inventories – the paintings went up into the attic rec room, to be framed and put on the wall next to the couch and the microphone, while I ended up selling most of the pictures, keeping just one small one to put in the digital picture frame. Seriously, that thing is useful when it comes to small picture storage... Anyway, I sent her upstairs to look at her own painting while Smiler finished their dinner and Victor went to have his (some more pumpkin spice waffles, as I’d shoved all the food back in the fridge once they got home) –

And then I looked at the back porch, and saw NPC Ericka Wada heading to the grill to do some herbalism. O.o Uh – when did you get here and why are you using the grill? I quickly had Victor send her home, then had him clean up the herbalism pot with his own dishes once he was done with his dinner. The fuck, game – at least require me to invite people in before they start using my grill and nearly burn my house down again!

-->Anyway – Smiler ended up heading to the attic to have a chat with Alice, and I figured while they were up there, that they could practice their comedy and tell a few jokes on the microphone. I had Victor transportalate up there to join them, and he and Alice watched and enjoyed Smiler’s performance (they both got the moodlet “Briefly Amused,” so it wasn’t a real WINNER, but they did laugh, so...). I ended the impromptu comedy hour around 10 PM, after which Smiler went back to their robotics station in the barn to make a computer chip; Alice went to the kitchen to have some more focaccia for dinner; amd Victor went to the second floor blue-and-white bathroom to mop a slime creature before using the toilet. I happened to notice at this point Victor was VERY close to getting a Talent Point from his magic usage, so I had him transportalate down to the greenhouse and cast Floralorial on that troublesome dahlia plant. Which – did actually seem to finally clear the glitch-weeds, when not even shift-clicking would. O.o Fingers crossed people! It also got him the Talent Point, which I promptly spent on “Hexproof” to protect him from all curses. :) I then pulled all of Alice’s super-vitality fertilizers out of her inventory (she didn't notice, she was busy playing laser pointer with Kelly in the back entrance mudroom) and put them into Victor’s so he could sprinkle them on all the oversized crops (though admittedly it looks like they’re all gonna be normal-sized crops this time), before noticing another specter outside the greenhouse and sending him over to give them a Potion of Good Fortune. They appreciated it and left Victor a forbidden candy jar, but as we already have three (one in the kitchen, one on the back porch, and Alice has the third in her inventory), I had Victor just straight-up sell that to an oddity collector. There's only so many oddities these three can collect after all!

-->And then – okay, I didn't get any pictures of this, but you'll see why I didn't in a second. After selling the candy jar, Shadow ran up to Victor whining about a ball – I figured “okay, let’s play fetch with the dog, I already have Alice playing laser pointer with the cats” (she'd moved onto entertaining I think Shock on the front porch by this point) and had Victor grab the ball in his inventory –

Only for Shadow to run away as another NPC showed upon the front porch for no good reason. *sigh* I had Alice send the person on the porch (Maya, I think her name was) away once she was done with the laser pointer, and waited for Shadow to finish her business so I could try to get the game of fetch back on. She headed upstairs and into Smiler’s room and approached their desk –

And then did that horrific glitch thing where pets try to stand up like Sims but their legs get all thin and distorted and their heads end up going backwards. O.o It only lasted for a moment, but as you might imagine, it triggered another MCCC error. (I think the dog was trying to play with one of the chatterbots on Smiler’s desk – maybe the NPC wanted to do that and the game got confused?) And kind of killed my desire for fetch. XD Fortunately, at that point I realized that it was actually after midnight in the game and decided it was a good time to wrap things up with the trio, saving and closing.

And that was the gang's Summer Tuesday! Nice, productive day for them – I’m glad to see that their snack business is doing pretty well. :D And I have to admit, it’s a little more fun to take the food stand around all the different worlds than just do the same thing over and over at the grocery store. But I still want to sell everything in their store before I do anything different with it. :p Next time we hit this save, though, the trio will be heading to Chestnut Ridge for SimCity Founding! We'll see you then!

[explode-this]

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[icarus-suraki]

I don't like wading into Ao3 debates, but I want to give my professional opinion on Ao3 with regard to archives vs. libraries.

I am a professional librarian (MSLS) and I have worked in both archives and public libraries and a lot of the confusion and concern I see surrounding Ao3 is a fundamental misunderstanding of How Archives Work.

An archive is a collection related to a subject. That subject is often a person but sometimes a field or concept or project. And the purpose of an archive is to keep everything. And I mean everything. I was going to say "short of biohazards" but since I know there's a sealed R. Crumb Devil Gal chocolate bar in the UNC Chapel Hill archives, we really do mean everything.

When a collection of materials--which are usually unique and original and can be photos, manuscripts, letters, recordings (audio and/or visual), notes and notebooks, objects, published books, whatever--on and/or from the subject arrive at the archive, they are examined, preserved for longevity, accessioned and cataloged (added to the archive's records), and added to the archive. You measure collections in linear feet. As in, once it's all preserved and boxed and secure, you note how many feet of shelf space it takes up. And some of y'all on Ao3 have a lot of linear feet to your name (and I'm proud of you).

This is an archive: it is designed to preserve the original materials related to a subject. That is its purpose. Archives are how we have the original scroll manuscript of On the Road, for example, or the Lomax recordings of American folksongs, or Tijuana Bibles, or James Joyce's loveletters to Nora.

Now you, a member of the public, can access some archives. Some are easier to access than others. The one I worked in was open to the public; good luck getting into the British Archives without a good reason.

So now apply this to Ao3--which is an archive both in name and in purpose. It is intended to preserve fan-created content long term. And this means everything, whether you personally like the materials or not. It is a repository for as much as possible.

And the "whether you personally like the materials or not" is important, hence why I mentioned Jim's loveletters and Tijuana Bibles in particular. (RIP Jim, you would have loved pegging.)

If it's made by fans and it exists, we should keep it to document the history and progression of fandom. That is the point. We have lost enough materials related to the subject of fans of media and we don't need to lose any more.

The fact of the matter is that Ao3 is only one facet of the OTW, which preserves other fan-related materials (convention booklets and zines, for example). Somehow Ao3, an archive on the subject of fanfiction, has been divorced from the rest of the project, mostly by way of "purity culture" and panic over "dangerous" fiction.

The fact that you can go through an archive and find interesting information is the other side of archives. No, they shouldn't be like the banker's box of old letters stuffed in my closet. Yes, they should be organized and as accessible as is appropriate for the state of the materials.

It's really, really cool to find stuff in an archive, I'm not even going to lie. I have done it before and I will do it again. And yet there are other items in an archive that I might not want or need or be interested in at all--but they're still there. That's the cataloging and accessioning: to keep up with what's there, to stay "on topic" with collecting, and to be able to find things in that archive. Bless the tag wranglers who are doing the cataloging at Ao3.

The pearl clutching seems to come from 1. the creation of "dangerous" fanworks and 2. public access to those "dangerous" fanworks. These are issues of "purity culture" and opinions on censorship and should not involve Ao3.

Ao3, under the umbrella of the OTW, is a documentation and preservation project first and foremost.

[arolesbianism]

Every now and then I remember that oni in fact will eventually have more lore added and I get so excited and scared for a moment and then I remember that it could take months until we see any of that and I proceed to forget abt it again and the cycle repeats

[bnpd]

❛❛ NERD-JO .ᐟ >ᴗ< ❜❜ :

SYNOPSIS: you're a new transfer at a big prestigious private university. what happens when the first friend you make is a cute nerd? will you get your chance to start fresh? or will your newfound 'friendship' bring you unwanted drama in the future.

DRABBLE WRD COUNT: 2.6K pairings: rich nerd!deans nephew gojo x reader tags: cute nerd gojo, reader is kind of mysterious, gojo makes me chuckle here. NOT PROOFREAD (sorry) ill come back and remove some grammatical errors. this might be cheeks fr

NOTEᝰ.ᐟ : im late to the nerd gojo party </3 but please enjoy! please do not steal my little nerdjo pngs just because they have my 'bnpd' if you want the individual png pls just shoot me a text :) lmk if there are any issues, so i can fix them !!

a tall man sits in the far back of the lecture hall. figure hunched over the desk as he scribbles away intensely in his journal. 30 minutes earlier than the usual start of the lecture. 

the glasses that sit delicately on his nose bridge slide down every once in a while. his white ruffled hair stays still as he shuffles in his seat to adjust his posture. 

many are intimidated by his silent and blank stare. everyone but students in his science club feel that way. he’s quite the chatterbox contrary to popular belief. ask him about his favorite physics theories and he’s chatting your ear off.

he doesn’t go to parties, but invite him to a museum or a bookstore? he’s already in the car.

he’s quite polished. gojo can be one of those pretentious nerds, but he doesn’t mean to! he has lived a privileged life and acts like any other rich college student would. 

comes from a wealthy family and doesn't hide it, but he also doesn't run around telling everyone.

it might seem like he dresses like a regular guy but his clothes are still expensive. you'll occasionally find him wearing a sweater vest and button up tucked into his well-tailored pants altered to fit his long legs on formal days when he has a research symposium presentation or a meeting with the steam department about improving certain aspects he finds are not up to his standards.

most of the time, he’ll wear comfortable clothes. wears glasses, cliche, but he wears them more out of practical appeal and necessity. 

his eyes are sensitive due to a medical condition he has. so, the glasses he wears are tailored to prevent his eyes from straining. his parents urge him to wear the endless supply of contacts he has but he’s quite comfortable with his glasses. 

every pair of glasses he owns has his initials engraved on the temples, whether it’s gold or silver. whatever matches the aesthetic of the pair of glasses.

when he was younger. his parents would fund his personal ‘academic’ projects. he’d be busy every summer at a science or math camp. if they sent him to a summer camp that wasn't academically related; at camp you’d find him reading far away from everyone else. whether in front of a lake or a quiet little place in the woods. 

now? he’s still the same. just bigger. doesn’t go to summer camp but definitely stacks up his summer with internships or side projects. on top of that, he’ll spend time volunteering at local schools, teaching students in high school or middle school.

very good with kids, and more patient with them than he would be with his uni study partners. 

donates whatever money he earns at internships to local communities to aid students in pursuing their education. he strongly believes that if he can pursue education freely, so should everyone else.

his timer goes off quietly and he stops scribbling down his memorized equations. he huffs out a breath of relief yet frustration. 

 i’m still missing one… he thinks to himself. if anyone with an outside perspective were to see him they’d imagine gears turning inside of his head.

he flips the page, resets his timer, and starts again.

time passes and he realizes class has now begun. he was so caught up studying, he failed to realize that the class is now packed with other students. a few scattered seats remain vacant. 

the professor enters the class and silently unpacks her bag before greeting the class and breaking the silence, “let’s have a great semester.” she wastes no time diving into the lecture. 

gojo, contrary to popular belief, sits in the middle section of the lecture hall. he’s not fond of the back because for starters, he’s easily distracted and he can’t hear from all the way back there. the middle is just right.

he’s kind of a loner, by choice. he's just always being productive on campus.

you’ll often see him sitting alone, busying himself with his studies unless he has a meeting with his club about an upcoming math or science competition. if it’s not the season of academic olympiads, he’s alone. 

he only has two close friends: geto and shoko. geto majors in psychology. shoko is, of course, pursuing her dream of being a doctor. she’s a biology major undergoing the pre-med track. 

gojo has yet to have a girlfriend in college.

not because he can’t find someone interested in him, absolutely not. he’s handsome, intelligent, quiet, kind, and rich. he's the most sought after bachelor on campus. with his brains and looks, he's every girls wet dream.

unfortunately for him, women are always hitting on him but quite frankly, he’s not interested. or sometimes he doesn’t catch on to the fact that a woman is subtly flirting with him. 

not because he’s dense, but how would he find something he’s not even looking for?

like right now, when you gently plop down on the seat next to him. you’re quite fond of sitting in the front but the lecture hall was overwhelmingly full. there were other open seats but he looked to be the most productive and you needed that.

you were a transfer. which is odd to be one this late into college, given that you’re a senior trying to complete your last year. 

the university is a pretty big private school so no one notices new transfers nor do they care. but within them, are those who do. 

like gojo. 

he doesn’t realize you’ve sat next to him until the end of the lecture. given that he was too busy scribbling away in his journal. 

one thing about gojo is that he likes to leave when everyone is already gone and the professor is free to approach. he’s a tiny bit surprised to see it seems you think the same. but for reasons he’s not aware of, you’re there for a reason other than academics. 

he silently observes you as you approach the professor. his eyebrows raise a bit when you share a hug and it has him adjusting his glasses to make sure he’s seeing things correctly. 

interesting

you continue to sit next to him in the following weeks, seeing him twice a week on tuesdays and thursdays. you began to find yourself looking forward to it. you get to sit next to a tall dorky handsome stranger? you’ll be getting perfect attendance. 

you rarely catch a glance of him outside of class, but every time you do he is so focused. 

the more you studied him while he studied something else, the more you realized how attractive he was. even if you knew that prior to your silent observations.

from the outfits you could tell he spent some time on in the morning—you assumed he woke up earlier than everyone else, to the way his obsession with organization—you took note of when he set his things down for class and neatly organized his pens, pencils and journal for notes.  

don’t be mistaken though. one tiny peek at his journal was enough to see that despite his need to tidy things on the outside…his notes were written haphazardly and quick. notes are a reflection of your mind, and if you’re constantly thinking then your notes will be a reflection of that.

you had also come to the conclusion that he was a man that was yet to become aware of his height. he moved around like he didn’t know how much of a walking tank he was. you hoped he never found out.

the best thing about him wasn’t any of the things you listed, but it was a few of the habits he had. 

everything he owned was personalized. from the pencils he used, to his backpack. you made that discovery when you forgot your pencil pouch in the library.

it took you a total of 2 minutes to gather the courage to turn to the mysterious man beside you, and ask him for a pencil. 

“excuse me,” you said gently, “im sorry, but can i bother you for a pencil? im so sorry.” 

he stared at you and you thought he would explode you with his bright blue snow glazed eyes. 

he cracked a tiny toothless smile and you figuratively crossed your fingers, hoping he wasn’t silently judging you or worse—came to the conclusion that were unprepared and incompetent. 

you watched him intently as he reached to grab his backpack, taking in the way the black expensive leather had his initials engraved in the bottom corner. he reached his hand into his backpack and pulled out–what looked to be the most elegant, technologically advanced sleek black mechanical pencil.

“don’t worry about giving it back,” he says politely but then he goes for the blow “i know you might need it in the future.” with a hint of pretentiousness. oh!

“well… thank you,” you say a bit taken back as you reluctantly take the pencil from his extended hand. your face falls a little at his response and you deflate a little in your chair.

did he think you were…poor? god forbid a girl asks for a pencil. you’d, unfortunately, been perceived. and in the worst way possible. he probably thinks you’re irresponsible, and an idiot!

you look at the pencil and realize that–of course–he has his initials engraved in his mechanical pencils too. 

g.s.

you bite back a smile that might give away how endearing you found it. that is so cute.

he has his initials on almost everything. you try not to crack a smile at how adorable yet endearing that is. 

unfortunately, you couldn’t really put the pencil to good use because he kept fidgeting in his seat the entire class. it distracted and worried you at the same time. which was odd because he never did that. 

is he upset that he had to give you one of his spare pencils? will he ask for it back? 

as you were packing your bags to leave, you felt him heavily staring at you. it makes you pause your movement and then turn to him, and sure enough, he was looking at you. you a tiny sigh leaves your lips. 

“yes? is this about your pencil? because i have my own i just needed–”

“im sorry.” he interrupts you and it shuts you up immediately. 

what?

he might have seen the confusion in your eyes. “about what i said about the pencil, i didn’t mean for it to come off that way. i was just saying because i have a lot of them so it wouldn’t have made a difference. and i was guessing maybe you didn’t. wait–no. i meant like if you didn’t–.not that i think you can’t get your own pencils or anything like that because i am super sure you can. but if you need it you can keep it. not that you need it right? because everyone needs a pencil. like one time i–”

you stare at him as he rambles on. you’re completely endeared with the way he doesn’t look you in the eyes and the way his hands move around to prove his point. 

he huffs out a breath of frustration. you on the other hand huff out a breath of amusement and the stranger before you finally moves to look at you.

“it’s okay.” you dismiss his worries, standing their idly as you mirror his movements. 

“i just thought i might have inconvenienced you by asking,” you tell him honestly, you grab your computer and gently store it away in your backpack as you continue your conversation, “im usually prepared, but i accidentally left my pencil bag in the library this morning.”

he gives you a tiny affirmative nod, taking in your words. he swings his backpack over his shoulder, and loops both arms into their respective loops, wearing the backpack on both shoulders. 

cute.

there's an awkward silence that follows you both before the door slams shut and you realize then that the professor has now walked out. 

the stranger huffs out a small awkward laugh, “you didn’t–by the way,” he speaks then, “inconvenience me, I mean”, he clarifies. now it’s your turn to nod at him. 

this is so awkward, it almost makes you laugh. 

he breaks the silence again, “im satoru gojo, by the way.” he politely introduces himself by extending his hand in a respectful manner.

you extend yours in return, shaking his hand before sharing your name with him as well. 

“i have time to kill,” he offers, “why don’t we take a walk around campus before then? the weather is great.”

after your shared walk with gojo you learned a lot about him. 

he recently discovered his interest in kpop after his friend, shoko, played a song during a shared car ride. 

he’s a senior, like you, studying engineering and double minoring in business and mathematics. he originally wanted to minor in physics but he said his father urged him to do business instead. he had to compromise.

that doesn’t stop him from taking physics courses out of pure enjoyment though, exceeding the 18 credit limit. 

he’s also an on-campus tutor and does a work study job at the library. the old librarian on campus loves him and appreciates his extensive knowledge on literature and figured that if he spent all his time there already, might as well let him get paid for him. 

when she approached him, his ears turned a light shade of pink and you could just imagine gojo pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose before they slipped as he hurried to apologize. 

she waved him off and urged him to just work there already. gojo then started working with them a week later after financial aid finalized the paperwork. he remembers the look of the financial aid lady when she looked at his file and saw that he was beyond in need of financial aid. 

all she did was raise and eyebrow but clicked away. thankfully, gojo managed to get the work-study payments signed off as a form of volunteering hours rather than an extra below minimum wage salary.

he didn’t share with you the last part about his tiny altercation with financial aid though. he assumed you had no idea who he was. and you hoped to keep it that way. 

you in turn shared with him that you were transferred from another school. he already knew that (he paid a visit to the dean but he’ll never tell you that, given that the dean is his uncle afterall) he didn't know why. so, he asked.

“i transferred because there were some personal issues there and now i just want to start fresh.”

gojo raises a questioning eyebrow, but decides to respect your privacy. he hopes one day you’ll trust him enough to tell him. 

the rest of the chat was quite delightful. you were about to invite him to the cute nearby cafe you saw on your way to school, but before you could muster up the courage. 

a chime was heard from gojos pants pocket. he excused himself to check his phone. you stood there idly as he let out a tiny groan of frustration. 

“im sorry–” he apologized again. the look of pure regret made your lip quirk up again. he was so cute and polite.

“i hate to cut our…trip—short but it kind of slipped my mind that i scheduled a study group with a class i T.A. for.”

you wave him off, “it’s okay!” you reassure him with an upbeat tone in your voice, “we share a class so i’ll see you around.”

he bids you a quick goodbye and you watch his retreating figure. you sigh and head to the opposite direction. 

this semester will be exciting. 

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omg! i didn't realize how many people signed up for my taglist <33 tysm ! currently working on a masterlist too. long shot gojo. i have not forgotten you.

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[overdramaticbaddie]

Boutta rant abt my blorbo sooo spoiler warning for new Deltarune chaptersss

So.

Berdly.

We got almost NOTHING about him from the new chapters, but I think he deserves to be discussed in light of the new information.

First things first, I don't think enough people talk about the obvious parallels between him and Susie.

Both have spent a lot of time antagonizing Kris, Both sided with the "Villian" in the dark world, and used it to fulfill various fantasies of theirs (susie getting to beat up everyone there, berdly trynna build "smarttopia" or whatever) Both experienced significant character development in the dark world (unfortunately, berdly immediately backtracked as soon as he "woke up") Both cope with feelings of inadequacy by lashing out at others and trying to make themselves seem "bigger" and "cooler" than they actually are (Susie through physical intimidation and Berdly through manipulation and self-aggrandizing behavior) Both have strangely protective tendancies???? Both feel like side characters in their own story. Both are unpopular with peers and authority figures Not to mention, their weapons are EXTREMELY SIMILAR WTF

And also, something I find really interesting,

Neither of them are a part of "the three heroes" of the prophecy.

LONG-ASS PROPHECY INTERPRETATION TANGENT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BERDLY:

The part of the prophecy where the three "heroes" are mentioned, when put in order, reads as follows:

"The first hero. The cage, with human soul and parts.

The second hero, the girl with hope crossed on her heart.

The third hero, the prince, alone in deepest dark.

And last ,was the girl. At last, was the girl."

While it may seem that Susie would be the second hero, especially with how she is associated with hope in chapter 4, the image that goes with that line appears to be a girl in robes, holding a sword (possibly the sword made from the thorn ring) implies noelle may have actually been the one intended to be the second hero.

The way the image of the girl holding the sword is also used with "love finds the girl", with some of these images including a small SOUL in the chest of the girl pictured. This correlates to how, in the weird route, we seem to have implanted a piece of our SOUL, and thus our control, into her. As well as the implications of "love" finding her, suggesting that the second hero will have violence thrust upon her, which happens to Noelle in the weird route.

That, plus the fact that Kris wanted to be partnered with noelle in the group project, that Susie only ended up in the dark world by pure coincidence, further suggests that Noelle was the second hero intended by the prophecy.

Also, the image that goes with the "At last was the girl" line, looks exactly like "Rude Buster", one of Susie's attacks, which she uses to defeat the titan along with Gerson at the end of chapter 4.

LONG-ASS PROPHECY INTERPRETATION TANGENT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BERDLY IS OVER, NOW I WILL CONTINUE TO TALK ABT THE PROPHECY JUST WITH BERDLY NOW

Now that that's out of the way, I wanna talk about how the prophecy deals with Berdly, which I find FASCINATING.

If you're confused because you don't remember seeing anything at all relating to Berdly in the prophecy in Chapter 4, you're 100% right on the FUCKING MONEY.

He's

NOT

FUCKING

IN THERE

He's never mentioned ONCE, despite the prophecy discussing many characters and events that go beyond the main "three heroes" thing,

whether it's King's defeat, Queen's "chariots", Tenna being sliced up, Lancer saying Toothpaste boy, Asgore in asylum, fuckign JOCKINGTON GROWING A BEARD, the prophecy is littered with references to things that happen all over previous chapters.

But, the thing is, NONE of those things would have been changed if Berdly wasn't in the game.

As far as the prophecy is concerned,

Berdly doesn't exist.

This wouldn't seem too important if it weren't for the fact that he is DIRECTLY INVOLVED in the ONLY game-changing decision SO FAR.

Without him, there is no weird route.

Sure, you can choose to cancel it several times afterward, but the thing is, that's the only time you shift the route of the game. After that, you can only either double down or backtrack, not forge any new paths.

It's strange that someone who functions as the marker between to distinct paths wouldn't be mentioned in the prophecy.

So, here's a little theory of mine:

I think Berdly's the big sleeper character in Deltarune.

Think about it,

out of the main 5, (the lighteners and ralsei,) he's the one we know LEAST about. Sure, they all have mysteries attached to them, but that's part of the reason they're THERE.

Berdly so far has nothing going for him storywise besides him being an annoying fuckwad who gets his shit absolutely wrecked in the weird route.

I genuinely don't believe Toby Fox would make such a unique character who fits the themes of the game perfectly just to eat shit in an alternative route and be forgotten.

I think players are SUPPOSSED to forget him, SUPPOSED to just be like ugh it's that fuckin bird that I hate and move on.

ESPECIALLY since he gets so little screentime in the new chapters, I think Toby is lulling us into a false sense of berdly-less security, letting us think he's served his purpose in the plot.

(and Ik this is probably hard to believe, since if ur reading this ur probably in the corner of the fandom that LOVES berdly, but most Deltarune players do tend to totally dismiss him)

I think Tony Forks is gonna hit us with a berdly-shaped truck in SPECIFICALLY chapter 5, since the weird route only affects ONE THING in the light world outside of Kris and Noelle's sanity.

Berdly being at the festival.

ISTG SOMETHING'S GONNA HAPPEN WITH HIM

but yea, berdly is 100% a sleeper in the plot.

Also kerdly is canon.

[streetlamp-amber]

first kicks

batfamily x batmom!reader

word count: 1.9k | divider by @saradika | requests are open!

CW: family fluff, pregnancy NOTES: i wanted to write more batfam fluff this time with jason included. very sorry if jason is ooc, most of my knowledge of him comes from fics lol

Rainy Sunday afternoons at Wayne Manor were usually spent with you and your sons in the living room, occupying the big U-shaped sectional sofa. Sometimes Bruce would join you three, resting his feet on the coffee table as he worked on his laptop. Today was one of those days.

You were helping Dick do some research on the internet for a science school project that was due next week while Jason laid on his stomach on the other side of the couch, reading a Where’s Waldo? book by himself. Your husband sat in the other corner of the couch, doing some research on the latest villain terrorising Gotham. You didn’t mind if the work he was doing was for Batman, as long as he spent some time with the family outside of the cave, you were satisfied. Especially since the Wayne clan was about to expand in a little more than four months. Plus, with your belly growing bigger as the weeks went by, it was becoming harder for you to do some tasks around the house. Tasks that you didn’t want to ask Alfred for help with since it was your husband’s job to be at your beck and call through the pregnancy. Bruce obviously didn’t mind and loved helping you, he just sometimes tended to get lost in his Batman work for long periods of time.

The television was playing in the background, a football game between two teams that you didn’t really care about was taking place but you didn’t mind. You couldn’t work well without some sort of background noise and this was doing the job.

”So Dick, have you chosen which natural disaster to base your research project on?” Bruce asked your eldest while closing his laptop and joining him on his other side, making the twelve year old squished between his parents.

”We’ve narrowed it down to three: the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami, the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and Hurricane Katrina,” Dick answered, clicking on different tabs of each of the natural disasters as he named them. “I want to do my research on a popular one so I can easily find all the information I need.”

”Smart, isn’t he?” You smirked at Bruce as you mindlessly threaded your fingers in Dick’s dark hair who continued scrolling on the internet.

“Never thought otherwise,” your husband said, mirroring your grin. “Jay, have you found all the Waldos yet?” He leaned forward to ask Jason.

“I’m almost done,” the six year old easily dismissed Bruce, not even bothering to tear his eyes away from the pages.

“It’s best not to bother him when he’s searching for Waldo,” you informed your husband in a low volume.

Bruce nodded his head in understanding and redirected his attention back on Dick. “So, how are you gonna make your choice, chum? You could write them down on three pieces of paper and do a draw,” he suggested, leaning his arm on the back of the couch behind Dick, his fingers playing with the neck of your tshirt.

“Dad, I don’t need to write it down on some paper,” Dick sighed, a little annoyed. “You can do that on the internet now.”

“You can?” Bruce asked, surprised. Your husband was really tech savvy when it came down to work related to Batman, but silly, random stuff like a drawing roulette was not part of his internet knowledge.

You leaned your head on your left hand that was propped on the back of the couch and soothingly rubbed your round belly with the other. You watched with a soft smile Dick showing Bruce how to generate a random picking wheel to spin on the internet. Moments like these were the ones you cherished the most, domesticity wasn’t always the norm around here when you had two vigilantes living under your roof so you always tried to savour them whenever they happened.

The calmness in you was interrupted when you felt movement under your right hand.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, eyes round like saucers as you looked down at your bump and raised up the hem of your shirt to make sure what you felt was right.

“What?” Bruce immediately turned his attention to you. “What is it? Is something wrong? Are you alright?”

“I think the baby just kicked,”you said, raising your head to meet his eyes.

“The baby just kicked?” He repeated in disbelief.

You shook your head ‘yes’ just as you felt more movement. “The baby kicked again.”

Bruce rapidly stood up to sit by your side while Dick discarded his laptop before placing a hand on your belly and Jason left his book to climb on your husband’s lap to be closer to you. All had a hand on your stomach, staring at it expectantly, waiting for another kick.

“I don’t know if the baby’s gonna kick again,” you told them.

“Well that’s just not fair,” Jason whined.

“We just need to be patient,” Bruce said. “I’m sure the baby will do it again.”

And sure enough he was right. 

“Oh my God! I felt it! I felt the baby kick!” Dick exclaimed, though he kept the volume of his voice to a low level as if he would scare the baby away if he screamed.

“I wanna feel it too!” Jason cried.

“Here Jay, put your hand there,” you told your youngest as you gently grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to a different area of your belly, closer to Dick’s hand.

“Maybe if we keep talking, the baby will kick again,” Dick suggested.

“That’s true, babies can hear us from inside the mother’s belly,” Bruce agreed with him.

“They can?” Jason looked at you quizzically.

You chuckled at his confused face as you brushed his hair away from his forehead. “Yeah they can, it’s not completely soundproof in there,” you answered him.

“That’s why Dad is always talking to your belly?” Dick asked.

You fully laughed at this. “Yes, that’s why Dad talks to the belly. You can too if you wanna.”

“We can?” Dick perked up then leaned closer to your bump. “Hi baby, I’m Dick. Your big brother,” he said.

Jason also leaned forward. “And I’m Jason, I’m also gonna be your big brother.”

“Yeah but I’m the big big brother, I’m the oldest,” Dick argued.

“But I’m gonna be a big brother too!”

“Boys,” Bruce intervened. “No arguing around your mother. The baby will hear enough of that when it joins our lives, let it have its peace while it’s in the womb.”

A series of kicks started at that moment, making Dick and Jason gasp in surprise at the movements they felt under their hands. Bruce turned to you and the two of you shared a look full of love.

“That’s our baby,” he said to you, almost in a whisper, while Dick and Jason continued marvelling at the fact they could feel their sibling.

“That's our baby,” you repeated in confirmation. Nothing could've erased the smiles on both of your lips.

“I love you,” Bruce said against your forehead before leaving a soft kiss there and pulling away to share a short peck on the lips with you.

“Ew! Gross!” Jason interrupted your moment. Your sons weren’t the biggest fans of you and Bruce’s displays of affection for each other.

You giggled at the boys’ antics but still took a second to say “I love you” back to your husband.

“Someone should get Alfred so we can share this moment with him,” you suggested to the kids.

“Not it!”

“Not it!”

Jason and Dick quickly shouted, the former being the fastest to say it.

Dick groaned before he stood up from the couch and jogged out of the living room. The faster he would find Alfred, the faster he would be back next to you. “Alfred! The baby is kicking for the first time!” Dick called through the manor for your butler.

“He knows he doesn’t need to scream, right?” Bruce asked you. “Alfred can hear the boys break something all the way from the other side of the house.”

“Oh, let him be. He’s just very excited about the baby kicking,” you lightly reprimanded him with the corner of your mouth pulling up in a smirk.

You detached your gaze from your husband down to Jason who now had both of his small hands on your belly, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ and his eyes round with wonder in them.

“This is so cool,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Looks like you’re gonna have some competition Jay, that baby sure is kicking a lot,” Bruce jokingly commented as the kicking didn’t stop.

You chuckled as you remembered all the times you’d stop by the gym room to find Jason relentlessly kicking at Bruce’s punching bag. For a six year old, he already had so much anger pent up inside his little body and it worried you sometimes. But ever since Bruce brought him back to the Manor, Jay had been getting better. The amount of vases thrown at the wall had drastically decreased since then, both to yours and Alfred’s reliefs, and he instead would run to the gym room and let out his anger on the punching bag when needed.

“I can’t wait to play fight with you,” Jason whispered loudly to your belly with a smile.

“No,” you immediately said.

“Best you stick to play fighting with Dick for a couple more years, buddy,” Bruce told your son.

Jason pouted. “But he's always pulling some acrobatic shit–”

“Language!” You scolded him.

“But Ma! Dad and Dick say it all the time!” Jason cried out defensively. “That’s not fair,” he retracted his hands from your belly to cross his arms over his chest.

“Well Dad and Dick, and you too apparently, will not be saying words like that around the baby,” you warned. “Capiche?”

“Capiche,” Jason mumbled.

“Capiche?” You repeated, now glaring at your husband.

“Hey, I’ve really been refraining on the bad words ever since Dick joined us,” Bruce argued but you raised your eyebrows in a way that said this wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “Capiche,” Bruce sighed out, knowing he wasn't going to win this fight.

“Master Dick, slow down a little. There’s no need for running,” you heard Alfred’s voice approaching down the hall.

“But Alfred, the baby is kicking!” Dick reiterated.

Your oldest ran in the living room, his hand firmly holding Alfred’s who tried to keep up behind him.

“I heard you the first ten times, Master Dick, the baby will still be there no matter how fast we get there,” Alfred argued.

“Yeah but it might stop kicking,” Dick said and the two sat on the couch to your unoccupied left.

“Don’t worry chum, the baby’s still kicking,” Bruce told him while looking fondly at your belly.

“Please Alfred, feel the baby,” you said to your butler with an inviting smile, grabbing his hand that rested on his knee and gently squeezing it. “We want you to be part of this moment too.”

Alfred’s hand joined the others on your bump and the old man smiled at you and Bruce as he felt the tiny bumps moving around under your skin. “This is sensational.”

“Isn’t it?” You smiled back at him, content to have everyone you wanted to share your baby’s first kicks with.

Your little family of five (soon-to-be six) remained on the couch until the baby grew tired and stopped kicking, much to Dick and Jason’s dismay. Alfred went back to his tasks, the boys to their laptop and book, and Bruce wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you cuddled next to him, watching over your children and just enjoying the normalcy of this Sunday afternoon.

Domesticity used to be rare at the Wayne Manor, but not anymore. And you, for one, were very happy about it.

[aninipanin1]

SPOILED

Notes: Since there has been no Sae moments as of all of my works, I decided to make one special for him lol

"Eh? What was it again, Sae-chan?" Girolan asked, very much confused and a little taken aback from the midfielder's question.

"What do girls usually like to receive as a gift?" The redhead repeated the question. At first, the manager thought he was just hearing things, that maybe the stress of his job finally caught unto his head and he started to somewhat hallucinate.

But no, what he heard was indeed right. THE Itoshi Sae is asking about girls? The man who is too focused on his career in football that he does not have many side hobbies other than the sport? The man who cursed the hell out of a model's management team when they asked him to fake date the said model just for fame and clicks?

That Itoshi Sae?

"Ah, well. It really depends on the girl, Sae-chan. Who are you talking about? Maybe I can help." He offered, but he knew deep down that it was not just for the sake of helping the player under his management, but also because he was a little curious as to who he was even planning to gift.

"Hm? I would say it's none of your business, but since I want to make sure she likes it, It's Y/n from Blue Lock." He said cooly, as he always does.

To be honest, he knew he was not supposed to be shocked at this revelation. Of course, it was her, the manager of the Blue Lock facility. Ever since the midfielder touched the soils of Japan and learned about the project, he became a bit interested at the manager.

It was out of respect than anything, respect and acknowledgement of her huge role in making sure the participants of the facility are on the right path to becoming the world's greatest striker.

Why would he not be impressed and interested? After all, he wants to see through how the facility will produce their version of the world's greatest striker and if that person is worthy of such an epithet and even his passes.

But, ever since the U20 match against the Blue Lock 11, he has been acting much more differently. This was an observation of Girolan more than Sae's own judgement of himself.

The manager heard that the midfielder got your number, and ever since then, you two would share calls and texts. Most of the time, talking about football and other things related to the sport. And ever since then, his screen time skyrocketed a bit, most of the time viewing his social media accounts or messaging app to see if you may have sent him another message in any of the said apps.

He also changed his diet that he strictly follows ever since he moved to Spain for a new and supposed better one. According to Sae, you recommended it to him and he has no way of not trusting your words.

Needless to say, Itoshi Sae absolutely puts his whole trust on you. And that was a miracle if the manager ever seen one.

"Hmm, does she post her hobbies on social media?"

"She does sometimes. She posts about her plushies and some lego stuff she makes."

"Then that's good! You can buy her some of those. I'm sure she'll appreciate it. Ms. Y/n seems to be a very kind and warm individual, so I'm sure she'll love anything you give her."

"I guess."

Deep inside, Girolan was absolutely ecstatic for Sae. He never expected to be giving advice over a girl with Sae. He has managed some other people before, but Sae was the one he felt a little sad about.

He was really young when he was thrust into the professional world in football, and it seems like this impacted him harshly both mentally and emotionally , and he can not even seem to love and trust people quite easily, even if they bend over backwards for him.

'They would look really cute together.'

"Wow, you really put so much thought on this, Sae-chan."

Girolan could not help but gawk at the large box that the midfielder was currently storing many things inside. From lego flower sets to adorable stationary items to different plushies, it felt like the man robbed the damn stores.

The redhead just shrugged at the comment, not even minding the tons of money he spent just for this. He does not even use his huge salary for himself, so why not just spend it on someone worth it?

"Hm, I should have bought more sticky notes. She really likes them."

'Wow...he's seriously this whipped?'

The brunette manager thought, never ever thinking that this version of Itoshi Sae even existed. He has always been a man who could not care less about money and material things, so to see him pour so much effort on a gift for a girl nonetheless, was quite the heart attack for those who knew him well.

The box was overflowing with trinkets and gifts, and Girolan could not help but wonder if Sae even remembered you lived in the Blue Lock facility and you probably have not much space for all these gifts But, he just let him be. After all, it was nice to see him care about someone like this for the first time in so long.

After sealing the box, he let the service driver take the box to ship to Japan, specifically to the Blue Lock Facility address where you would probably receive the package.

Meanwhile, days later in Japan inside the Blue Lock facility, you were more than shocked when Anri rolled in a large box inside of your office/room.

"What's this, Anri-san?"

Anri could not help the grin on her face. She read the address of where it came from and when she saw that it was from Madrid, Spain, there was only one person that went straight into her mind of who might this be from.

"A package for you, from Madrid!"

"Madrid...? Why would I have a pacakage from...oh."

Realization ran through your mind, remembering a rather confusing text Sae sent you about something coming your way from him. At first, you did not think much of it. But now that a huge box was in front of you, you could not help but feel overwhelmed and sheepish at the prospect of being sent so many things.

After Anri left you to your own devices, you decided to open the box. You felt overwhelmed by the size of the box? That earlier feeling would turn shy with the feeling you currently felt looking at what was inside the box.

There were enough plushies for you to make a small bed out of them, or enough lego sets for you to be occupied for a whole year and even enough stationary and art supplies to occupy your doodling and artistic habits. You did not know how the redhead midfielder knew about your love for these things, but to say that you were happy was an understatement.

But other than the feeling of gratefulness, you also felt embarrassed, especially seeing that most of the objects were branded, meaning they were far from cheap.

'I would probably have to sell my whole household just to buy all these...'

You cried out inwardly, but nonetheless, you are more than happy and grateful for all of Sae's gifts. Immediately, you set up the cute plushies around your office and even started to build the lego sets that turned out to be flowers.

You:

[Sent photo]

Thank you for all the gifts Sae-san :D

You didn't have to buy me so many things, and I was wondering what the occassion is?

Sae:

Nothing. Is there something wrong with giving gifts just because?

You:

Of course not. I was just really surprised T_T

Thank you so much for all of these Sae-san! I promise I'll gift you something very soon:DD

'Heh, cute...'

The midfielder could not help the slight smirk that appeared on his face, especially when he saw the cute emoticons you always added to your messages.

He wished he can visit you soon, but seeing as to how you were busy with Blue Lock and he, with training for the upcoming U-20 World Cup, it will probably be a struggle to find some sort of time to meet up with you back at Japan.

'Maybe we can meet up at the World Cup venue..? Hmm...'

ADDITIONAL TIME!

Rin eventually found out about the gift his elder brother gave you, needless to say, he was less than happy. So he went and texted said brother:

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[uh-oh-its-bird]

There are so many naruto time travel fics out there but what I need SPECIFICALLY is an ANBU era team of Kakashi, Tenzo, Itachi, and Shisui getting flung into the founders era.

Like. Ok just looking from the political side of it that's;

A) 2 very young and VERY powerful Uchiha's (one of which is the future clan head!! Politics!!)

B) A very fucked up baby mokuton user who's still in the middle of being deprogrammed and can totally pass for Senju

C) The free wild card that is Hatake clan lore on top of having a stolen sharingan. On top of *that* him being the team leader of a team of kids who, in the time period context, should both be at eachothers throats and probably not be expected to obey the commands of someone not only from another clan but a way smaller one

Theres SO much potential there!! So many political implications in virtually ALL of the directions!!!!

Yk what as I'm typing this out I'm having ✨️ideas✨️ so let's make some story points to sort those out:

• I think itd be neat to have this happen like. A year? Ish? Before the massacre? So age wise, and full disclaimer I'm referencing Google and Wikipedia rn so I could totally be wrong, I think that's :

Kakashi (18)

Tenzo (17)

Itachi (12)

Shisui (15)

Could be wrong about the ages but honestly it's my world you're just living in it, so.

Then me going totally purely off of my own headcannons, were going to say they came in a about a year before Izuna died and place the founders ages as:

Madara (23)

Hashirama (23)

Izuna (19)

Tobirama (18)

Big fan of Tobirama being the youngest between the 4 but projecting the aura of someone as old as like. Idk, however old Madara is. Very funny to me, 10/10

• I'm personally a big fan of dogteeth kakashi so we're running with that all the way home. Also a huge fan of the "Hatake's are a distant, more feral cousin of Inuzuka clan" hc along with some sprinklings of "back in the day they had a bit of a Reputation(tm) for being a 'lill wild, and everyone generally tries to avoid them. Which isn't too much of a problem because theyre a very small out of the way clan from Iron, they just have a big reputation in contrast to their size.

In more modern times tho, along with (obviously) having dwindled down to a single depressed teenager, they've become a lot tamer over the years due to village life. Kakashi is a Hatake, 100%, but he is NOT up to the standards of this time. Which becomes a bit funny when people see him, go "oh FUCK it's a Hatake" and then start edging slowly towards the door like he's about to rip their throat out with his teeth. Meanwhile he's standing there like 🧍‍♂️"am I that ugly."

Give me a scene where, finally used to this reaction to him from the general shinobi population, the team starts to use it to their advantage.

"Give us the scroll or we'll let the Hatake off the leash to have his fun with you. He's been awfully hungry latley you know, hasn't had fresh meat in days"

Kakashi, feeling kind of stupid, gave his best growl.

It caused an almost immediate, embaressed flush to rise to his face, but he didn't let up. It sounded more like an almost pathetic puppy growl than anything to his ears, but apparently it was enough to convince the trembling enemy nin because he slowly lifted the scroll up in offering.

Wow. Now he couldn't tell if he was embaressed for himself or for this guy.

Probably both to be honest.

• So like. Itachi is the clan heir. That's big. That's important. Let's do something with that.

First off, I had a great time reading this one fic (tho I don't even remember what the fic itself was about now, oops) where a plot point of it was how Sasuke is just a walking stereotype of main house Uchiha. Like people look at him and they don't just go "oh that's an Uchiha." They go "oh fuck that's an UCHIHA Uchiha." He's so fucking painfully, obviously related to the very tippy top of the clan that anyone not blind can tell. It's in the way he looks, it's in the way he talks and treats those around him, it's in the way he fucking holds himself. You look at him and every other stereotype about the Uchiha clan is there in big, bold letters. (On top of that he's also a dead wringer for Izuna, which I'm such a sucker for and desperatley wish people would do more with)

So like let's give that to Itachi here because it's so fun for several reasons.

First off; Sasuke in this is like. Straight up a doppelganger of Izuna, just a few generations apart. They could be twins. Itachi, as I'm sure you are aware, is Sasuke's big brother. So let's take some liberties and say that Itachi could absoloutley pass as a blood sibling to Izuna and Madara.

He is however 12, so we're also going to say that the only people who get to make this connection is anyone who's seen the siblings when they were also at a similar age.

On top of that however he has the 'walking amalgamation of all the stereotypes of the main Uchiha house' so anyone who isn't blind will look at him and assume he's somewhere in the sphere of 'important main house person' tho who really knows how distant the relation may be exactly. No one !! That's who !!!

Second; He's the fucking clan heir!! What the fuck!! This bit would have the most impact after all the messy time travel reveals when things have settled down a bit, so it'll sit in the back pocket for a bit. Save it for some fun shaking up later down the line so we don't run out of all the fun reveals too fast and bore the readers, yk?

When it is brought up tho it'd be fun to maybe have some fucky Itachi and Madara mutual understandings of the way things work.

• So. Madara is like a bit of a scary bed time story to Uchiha children, right? Like. "Ooo make sure you don't get too obsessive or fall too deep into your grief and always stay loyal to the village or you'll end up just like Madara!!"

Something something Uchiha-Village relationships are tense as hell, something something Madara fucking over a lot of the clan with his whole. Everything., Something something scapegoat and old stories, something something 'people have probably been talking a lot more about how "god dammit this all started with Madara" in recent years.'

Now with that in mind let's take a look of what our time travelers think of Madara:

Itachi is a good Konoha soldier. Itachi (as has been very much fucking proven) would rather beat a possible problem before it even exists with a hammer till it dies an ugly bloody death than even RISK it blossoming into a proper problem. Itachi does not like Madara. Itachi personally, quietly thinks they should maybe wait till the village is formed then carefully arrange a little accident for him before he goes off the rails. He, even more quietly, maybe even thinks it would be a kindness. Allow him to be remembered well by the village instead of scorned.

Shisui I think is cautiously optimistic about him. He's the kind of guy who gives the benefit of the doubt, who weighs the options, risk and reward, but includes things like hope and compassion in his calculations. Yes, Madara was a uhh. Thing. That happened. But in every story his big blow up always come from one specific event; Izuna's death. So if they stop that from happening, wouldn't it secure both a better future for them and Madara? The history books never went into detail about Izuna, he doesn't know what he's like, but maybe his involvement in the future, on Konoha's side, could lead to even more profits for them long term. At the end of the day he's not against killing Madara (though to be clear, they are at first operating on trying to avoid all interactions with historical events and return home without touching things) but it'd be nice, to manage to get a happy ending for everyone. Unrealistic maybe, but nice.

Mmmm hear me out actually, maybe Shisui, after interacting with him a bit, finds that Madara reminds him of Itachi too. They definatley both have that "I would do unspeakable things to even dream of my loved just one more time" energy, if you know what I mean

Anyways; Kakashi and Tenzo are both neutral on Madara. Yes, they learned about how he betrayed the village when young just like everyone else, but they weren't getting the bed time stories and "do this and you'll end up just like him" warnings like the Uchiha's. They're possibly leaning into negative but are detached from the situation enough to just go "well he hasn't done it yet and his brother is still alive so he won't any time soon" and be done with it

• Now, on the the total opposite side of the spectrum you have Hashirama and Tobirama. People are brought up in Konoha to fucking IDOLIZE these guys. You can not tell me our team of time travelers wouldn't be at least a little awed to speak with them.

I think Tenzo would be the most wide eyed about Hashirama, both for the baseline "holy shit that's the Shodai Hokage" and also that fun juicy mokuton user imposter syndrome he has going on for him. That guys DNA is inside his body!!! Holy shit wait does that mean if someone did a blood relation test with them he might read as being related to him?? Fuck were gonna pocket that for now but like. Mmmmm potential.

I'd say Itachi is the most hesitant about Tobirama but again, village loyalist, so.

You know what tho maybe Shisui is the most hesitant about him (though still largely positive) he both def grew up looking up to him but can also see the anti-Uchiha policies people inact now with the implications that Tobirama would have approved of it. He doesn't know if he would, but like, he has to wonder.

Kakashi is probably the most normal about them (and also has experience in being close to a hokage (Minato) to know that at the end of the day they are painfully human) Don't get me wrong, he's still in some sort of awe! He might get a little lightheaded at the thought of seeing the God of Shinobi in proper battle, or the possibility to see the famed genius of Tobirama with all the different jutsu's he's invented. You can't tell me Kakashi didn't spend a little extra time reading about him when he was trying to make Chidori. Honestly I'm gonna roll with that and say he had a bit of a phase as a kid where he was a total fan boy. Maybe sprinkle in the good old HalfHatake!Tobirama hc to add some faint daydreams a lonley babykashi had after his father's death, about getting to meet him as family. Like cmon, little genius idolizing and projecting on some big history figure only to find out they're actually related? Can you say potential?

Anyways he did eventually grow out of the phase, probably got unattached to it all and lost interest after the whole "losing everything he loved" bit of his life. And at the end of the day, he doesn't have any real complex personal hang ups on the founders like the others do. Thus, most normal.

• And then my favorite most special boy, Izuna !! He's for sure the one they're all most neutral about. He's not actually taught about in the academy? There's probably some throw away line about him in some history books somewhere, but he died young and was quickly buried by the looming shadow of Konoha. The only real knowledge had about him in modern times is just a vague "Yeah he got killed by Tobirama which lead to peace being made but also lead to Madara losing his shit"

Poor Izuna he's the linchpin for it all but was left an unremarkable footnote of history. My boy deserves so much better

Tenzo doesn't actually even know who he is, that boy got bare minimum education under Danzo and Izuna was NOT included.

Itachi and Shisui mmmaybe have some small little fun fact here or there buried in stories from the older members of the clans but like. It's gonna amount to just "yeah he had a great katon" and thats about it.

I WILL SAY HOWEVER. Itachi sees him and instantly is that one PTSD dog meme. Sasuke is a BABY but holy shit Izuna looks exactly like he'd expect him to grow up as and it's making him FEEL THINGS. Also he's so bratty little brother coded !! He's an entire 7 years older than Itachi but Ifachi keeps fucking up and trying to big brother him it's embaressing.

And ofc Itachi didn't go into the first meeting thinking he'd see some weird older mirror version of his beloved baby brother who he misses and worries about very very much. So like. There's for sure going to be some conflict there. If their first meeting is a scuffle (which it probably will be) I think Itachi would keep hesitating to attack. On full run away mode. Which is probably for the best bc he shouldn't try to fight Izuna anyways honey he's like double your bodyweight and you're strong but you aren't THAT strong.

• Pointing back at both the 'Itachi does not like Madara and has quiet thoughts about how it'd possibly be in everyone's interest to just kill him' and the 'Itachi and Madara quietly bond over being clain head/heir during stressful times (w pressure from the elders especially)

I can see 2 outcomes of a potential bonding conversation with them:

1) They come to understand eachother better.

Madara wants to be on good terms, he looks at this kid and sees one of his brothers eyes and the others quiet determination. He can tell Itachi doesn't like him for some reason, and it's frustrating because he doesn't know why. He wants him to like him. He wants to be able to offer his hand and have it taken. It hurts, to be looked at with such suspicion from a face that has traces of Izuna's.

Meanwhile Itachi . . . Itachi looks at Madara and he sees someone who gets it. Gets it like no one ever has. It scares him. He looks up at this man, this horror story he's been told to fear becoming, and he sees himself. And this realization shakes him. It makes him think, makes him wonder. He's so, so sure of his loyalty to Konoha. More sure than he is of anything else in the world. But . . . But if something happened to Sasuke, if he had to choose—

And maybe it softens something in him too, along with the (honestly healthy) dose of fear. It forms a little crack in his shell, just enough to maybe, maybe let Madara through. Just a hair.

Or 2) we pull one of those "The conversation ends with them agreeing verbally but mentally they're on 2 VERY different notes."

Madara, nodding and looking at Itachi meaningfully: "Yeah it can be hard, but all we can really do is try to make the world a safer place for the ones we love. (To create Konoha, to keep my clan safe. Izuna safe. And now to keep you safe too.)

Itachi, nodding slowly: "Yeah. No matter how hard it is (even though I think I understand you more than anyone else Ive ever met) we have to try to make the world a safer place (by killing you in your sleep once Konoha is formed) for the ones we love (My clan. My village. Sasuke.)"

• Also pointing back at the 'Hatake warring clan era reputation,' the 'Tobirama is half Hatake' and also now pointing at Tobirama's title as the White Demon. Small thing but it'd be neat if there was some small throw away line that the nickname lowkey started in part because of the absoloutley terrifying reputation of the Hatake combined with Tobirama's own Everything(tm) like it just had some influence on how some view him. Give me Uchiha's making dog jokes ab him it'll be funny

• Ok but now the actual plot thoughts. Yeah I know I kept you waiting sorry about that.

So time travel! Probably due to a mission gone wrong. Some ruins or some ancient crumbling scroll that wasn't even supposed to do fucking time travel but was so old and corroded that it somehow managed to transform into a whole other seal by pure bad luck. Or good luck I guess, considering it could have just turned into a nuke.

Our favorite team of disasters are very very alarmed !!! What the fuck !!! Obviously they don't default to thinking time travel, but they immediatley know something is wrong. The landscape has changed, though the big landmarks are still there. The mission was complete anyways with no injuries so they just retreat to Konoha. Only oops !! It's not fucking there!!!

Queue alarm.

Shisui is the first one to suggest time travel because he's quirky like that. And there's a very easy way to confirm this theory.

(Also we're going to say that Konoha's location is a valley a few miles out from the Naka River that borders the Senju / Uchiha territories.)

This is convenient because that verification method involves checking in on where Itachi and Shisui know the old Uchiha compound should rest.

They do it in full stealth mode, the second they saw Konoha was missing Kakashi as team leader decided they'd treat the land as enemy territory. They all agreed ofc, for all they knew this WAS enemy territory now.

And, ofc, yeah!! There's the old Uchiha compound!! Being active!!! There are people there!!!

"What are the odds Fugaku-sama decided to have the clan return to their homeland for ahh, cultural enrichment?" Kakashi asked weakly.

"Time travel." Was the only reply he got from Shisui, whispered reverently as the boy vibrated with excitement on the branch.

Itachi just gave him a look, radiating a level of dissaproving disbelief that no normal 12 year old should be able to make. Kakashi would know, he was that not-normal 12 year old once.

From there they decide a no interference policy. Hands off guys!! They probably debate it tho, like, a good amount. They all have ✨️opinions✨️ except maybe Tenzo who's lowkey still in the middle of trying to learn how to be a person and is following Kakashi's lead 99% of the time. Especially since they're still in mission mode and this is like a super serious discussion and he really does know the least ab the founders overall.

They probably debate the merits of going to Uzushiogakure bc seal help but it's really far and they don't actually have like, just any leverage with them. They already decided not to fuck with the future so it isn't like they can trade secrets and warnings. At least if shit happens here they have some plausible deniability, being, yk, 2 uchiha's and a senju-passing guy with Mokuton. Kakashi's kinda fucked tho in that regard but he isn't going to be doing the party ANY favors with his clan heritage.

Which means it's time to potentially get desperate enough to interact with Tobirama !!! Which will inevitably lead to them bumping into a Uchiha patrol or something!!! I don't know honestly

• Anyways want Hashirama and Tenzo to interact. He has so many issues like holy shit. Let Hashirama give him the hug he deserves. I want him to violently adopt him. New brother acquired!!!

I said before but Tenzo is still reprogramming from ROOT. Let Hashirama impact that! Let him help! They can make flower crowns and photosynthesize together idk

Hashirama would be so happy to have another mokuton user, I think they should be able to sense eachother extra strong and like 'ping' off of eachothers chakra, it'll be fun

▪︎ I'm not thinking toooo hard about power scaling and this is fanfiction so a) don't quote me on this and b) for the love of all that is holy don't take my words as gospel

But for this fic specifically I'm ranking the founders and Team Ro, weakest to strongest (in a clean, fair fight head on w no time to prepare) :

Itachi (he's fucking 12 guys. But also he is like. FRACTIONS under Tenzo and Shisui. If he were 13 I'd let him be above or at the same level but like. He's 12. Cmon.)

Tenzo - Shisui (they're like JUST under the next 2 tho like seconds behind)

Izuna - Tobirama

Kakashi ( by the skin of his fucking teeth and the advantage that is his stupid amount of jutsu's and lack of self preservation)

Madara - Hashirama

And again that's not counting like. The specific situations, time given to prepare, potential dirty tricks they could play (I think the Konoha tricks would play a fraction dirtier than the others, who are slightly more used to big open battles vs the ANBU squad who does all sorts of shit in all sorts of places) plus like. Mental state and team ups.

Tenzo or Shisui couldn't take down Izuna or Tobirama but if they teamed up I'd allow it. Kakashi would get his ass kicked by Hashirama or Madara but he could survive a minutes longer than the others would

Itachi is doing his best

But like

He's 12 guys

I love him and he is terrifyingly competent but he won't win 1 on 1 with anyone unless he has some sort of advantage. Minus Shisui and Tenzo who he does have the advantage of regularly fighting, so.

• I think they do get to go back home in the end. It takes a ton of work tho and they probably do need to get Mito's help with it, Kakashi can show them the seal they got brought here with but it's an ACTUAL one in a trillion miracle it didn't fucking atomize them. So it needs a lot of touch ups

Anyways !!!

I have a little more rattling around in my brain but I'm really tired and also starting to think about other things now so I'm gonna stop here. Might come back and add to it later so stay tuned if you're into that

Full disclaimer I'm not gonna write this. I don't have the proper energy and it'd probably end up being too ambitious of a project if I tried. I'd love to see it happen tho, so like !! Big open invitation to absoloutley anyone who might want to take even a fraction of the ideas I've listed.

@ me if you do tho I wanna see the final product

[sawmaw]

hate is just enough

🫀 floyd leech x (fem) reader x jade leech

🫀 hate sex, femdom, sub floyd + jade, edging/denial, overstimulation, bondage, dacryphilia, exhibitionism/voyeurism, honorifics for reader (miss, mommy)

🫀 note: this is also old (around 2 years) and hastily edited, sorry for any potential errors. there isn’t any incest in this, if you were wary! also, the reader is physically strong. i was a little tired of everyone writing us as frail all the time back then💔

Floyd didn’t know why he was feeling like this.

Well, he knew why, he just didn’t know why you.

Tried as he might, he could never convince you to speak more than a few words to him… probably because you immediately associated him with Azul, who you were the least bit fond of. 

Floyd had given up completely after you had made your way to Azul’s office to confront him after you’d found Grim had been manipulated into a contract. Floyd remembers trying to stand in your way, but you just grabbed him by the shirt and practically tossed him to the side… and so effortlessly, too.

Oh, how that enraged him to no end. He never had issues with those stronger than him; he usually found a way to intimidate them in the end. You, however, ignored everything he did. His backhanded threats, his teasing pranks, even his aggressive behavior, you took everything with a simple grimace or manually moving him out of you sight.

How dare you? How dare you ignore him?

He knew you didn’t give him a single thought, but you littered his mind constantly, bitterly. At first it started with plans to coax some kind of reaction from you, and then it took up half his brain in a few days, and suddenly you were seeping deeper into his consciousness. Everything he thought he would somehow relate back to you.

Why? He hated you with his entire being. You were hardly entertaining, all you did was express your disgust with him each encounter—

Floyd was knocked back to his senses when Professor Crewel called his name. Right, Alchemy class. He huffed to himself.

“Your project partner today, the Prefect.” he’d said. 

Floyd scowled. Of course he’d be paired up with that slab of concrete. Couldn’t he have someone fun, like Sea Otter, like Crabby, or even just Jade? He slinked away in search of you, ignoring the “good boy” that Crewel hummed. Floyd hated it when Crewel called him that… but, maybe if you— Quit it.

You weren’t hard to find at all, being the single woman in the room. He stood by your side, stealing rude glances when you kept silent. You didn’t even have a reaction to his presence, instead keeping your focus on the full vials displayed on the desk.

No matter how badly he didn’t want to have the first word, he knew you wouldn’t take it if he didn’t. And you prefer the quiet, so he may as well try and distract you with noise if he could.

“Hey, Shrimpy.” he drawled, looming over your shoulder. “Y’know what you're doin’, yeah? Don’t need my help?”

You still voiced nothing. You were reading through the instructions given, carefully pouring whatever was needed.

“…Cool. I don’t needa do anythin’.” 

“Do your part.” you finally muttered, though you didn’t spare him a glance. “You won’t pass if you don’t.”

Floyd rolled his eyes with a groan. “Why? Professor Beakfish can’t tell the difference if you do it all.”

“Oh, yeah? Ruggie’s watching.” That made him scan around for said boy… and there he was, doing his own project with Kalim, taking small peeks every few moments. Once he noticed Floyd’s gaze, he flashed him a cheeky grin. He knew Ruggie was watching for two reasons: he knew how little Floyd and Yuu get along and wanted to see how it played out, and he could use Floyd’s lack of work as a means of future blackmail for lunch food. He’d no doubt hang this over his head, but honestly? He didn’t care much.

“Still don’t feel like it.” he said with a click of his tongue.

He stood idly by, eyes going between you and Ruggie, until an idea struck him. He was so bored, it’d give him something to do.

“If I’m not gettin’ full points, neither’re you.” He clumsily grabbed whatever vials were present, dumping all of them in the beaker with a toothy grin.

“Wait—“ You stuck an arm out in front of Floyd instinctively, the beaker immediately blowing up and covering the two of you in black soot. You slowly opened your eyes and lowered your arm, a clean line across his chest where your arm had ‘protected’ him.

Though it wasn’t explicit, you were furious. Every single time you had even got near Floyd, he’d find a way to mess something up. She exhaled slowly as Crewel approached.

“Bad dogs, what’s happened?” His glare was so stern, you would have lowered your head if you weren’t so angered.

“She messed up.” Floyd said, smile still wide as ever.

You grit your teeth. You wanted to scream, shout, throw things, throw him, but you stood with a blank poker-face. It’s all you could do.

Crewel opened his mouth, probably to scold you, or Floyd, someone, until Ruggie called from the other side of the room.

“He did iiiiiit…” he said before breaking into cackles. “Y’know he did!”

Floyd’s grin fell into a look of deadpan irritation, but was met with Ruggie’s uppity smug face.

“Yes…” Crewel cleared his throat. “I figured as such. Floyd Leech, to your dorm room immediately. I will choose how I shall deal with you later. As for the Prefect… you are dismissed. You may retake this project by yourself tomorrow.”

And like that, Crewel skirted off back to the front of the classroom.

Floyd’s rage was bubbling heavily in his chest. Dismissed? Why do you get dismissed?

Floyd grumbled under his breath and took off his lab coat to shove into your arms, nails digging into his palms as he sped out of the room. Ruggie laughed at him the entire way, of course, only to be reminded by Kalim to keep hushed.

A few seconds later, you emerged from the door, pushing yourself away from the frame as you rubbed at your face to get the soot off. Thank goodness for those lab coats, you thought. Your quick strides let you catch up with Floyd. You grabbed his wrist and roughly turned him to face you.

“Fuck’s wrong with you?” you snarled.

“Iunno, I think I’m fine.” he said with a bored shrug, tugging your hand off.

“No, why d’you do that? You always mess my shit up.”

“Seemed fun.”

That seemed to be the last tick on your timebomb of patience; you grabbed him by the arms and shoved him against the wall, eyes ablaze in fury.

“I’m fucking tired of you! I can’t even look at you without you doing something you shouldn’t.” You ranted on and on about how much you hated him, how angry he constantly made you, how badly you just wanted to make him into your dinner…

It went through one ear and out the other with Floyd, however, as he grasped one of your hands and slowly slid it up to his neck, eye contact never breaking.

“—And now, you’re messing with schoolwork! D’you know how hard it is to—“

“You should choke me.”

“…What?”

“You should choke me.”

You blinked in confusion. Floyd continued to blankly stare at you with half-lidded eyes, holding your hand up to his throat. A few moments of awkward silence pass.

“Ya hate me? Choke me, then.”

You retreated your hands, wiping them on your shirt like they’d been touched by muck. You stood her ground in front of him and shook your head, bewildered. “No. No, I’m not doing that.”

“Why not?” His responses were quick and blunt, like he’d already thought of and rehearsed this many times before.

“Why would I?” You gave an incredulous look, eyes squinted and nose scrunched. He leaned forward slightly, studying your face.

“Good way to take your frustration out.” He smiled, continuing to lean until his chin rested on your shoulder.

“The fuck’re you talking about?” You scowled at him, just like you always did. Floyd didn’t answer further, instead sliding his hands up your waist and to your back.

He hated you, he hated how you ignored him, he hated how difficult it was to get a rise from you, he hated how often he thought about the things he wanted you to do to him. He hated it all, but he craved more of it.

He trailed further up until he was fiddling with your bra clip. You pushed him away before he could take it off, much to his disappointment.

“We’re not doing this out here.” you murmured. Right, they’re still in the hallway, thankfully empty due to the other students in their respective classes. “Your room.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right; you needed an outlet. You were so, so frustrated with all the constant prefect work, keeping Grim, Ace, and Deuce in check, you needed something to take it out on. Of course, you didn’t think Ramshackle would be the best choice for sex, especially with the risk of the ghosts getting nosy and spying on them… or Grim walking in and traumatizing himself.

He gave a smug grin, tugging you along to his room—tried to tug, kind of. Your pace stayed slow and leisurely while he pulled forward. It was almost comical how someone so much shorter than him was somehow strong enough to keep themself in place.

Once arrived, Floyd wasted no time in slamming the door and locking it before returning to his place; hands fiddling with your bra clip, this time clumsy and rushed. He was growing visibly frustrated as time went on without your bra unhooking, earning a scoff from you. You reached behind yourself, shooing his hands away and unhooked it easily. You slid the bra straps down your arms, allowing the piece to fall onto the ground from under your shirt.

With giddy cackles, he immediately pushed his face into your chest, fingers sinking into your cloth-protected breasts. He hated how much he’s always liked them.

“No.” You grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him away to be met with a shocked face, quickly contorting into one of annoyance. You wanted to say you only allowed him to take off your bra because it was more comfortable for you. You didn’t really mind him touching you… he didn’t deserve that, though. “Get on the bed.”

“No.” he mocked, reaching out to squeeze your tits.

“Yes.” you hissed. You grabbed his collar to shove him in the direction of the bed. He stumbled and fell onto his back, cushioned by the mattress. Oh, he hated how much that reminded him of your first actions that caused him all of these confusing feelings.

You crawled on next to him, pulling him farther so his full body lay on the bed.

“Aye, I’m not a ragdoll!” he complained.

“Eh, you could be.”

You hooked a finger at his collar, already loosened by a few buttons.

“You like teasing your chest out to everyone, huh?” You glanced up at his face, your expression unreadable.

“Maaaybe.”

“Let’s show a lil’ more of it, then.” you mused, dragging your finger down until the last button popped undone. Your eyes scanned his body; his upper body was a tad wide, his chest and abs toned enough to be expected from a basketball player and someone who… well, someone who swam constantly. You ran a hand down his torso. “Lookit you, pretty boy.”

“I know.” Floyd snickered, shivering at your touch. You leaned down to pepper kisses along his body, the feeling tickling him enough to make him squirm. He let out a low whine, growing impatient. “I thought you were gonna take your anger out.” His voice was taunting, probably in an attempt to irk you.

“Don’t like foreplay?” You sat up and looked down upon him. Somehow, it made him feel small.

“I don’t care about that, just get on with it already.” The complaints must have worked, because you yanked down his pants in one motion, his cock springing out. 

You raised a hand to Floyd’s mouth. 

“Lick it.” You ordered. He knew you just wanted to use his saliva as lube to jerk him off, but a wide grin spread on his face; one everyone knew. He leaned in and bit your hand, his sharp teeth digging into your skin.

With a hiss, you grabbed him by the hair to pry him off. He looked up at you haughtily, hoping this would finally rattle you enough to be as rough with him as he always wanted you to be.

With his hair still balled in your hand, you leered at him with intensity that usually rendered everyone around you timid. Floyd, however, just seemed complacent with himself.

You grabbed one of the stray ties that littered his bed.

“Sit up.”

“No—“ The second you heard him begin to utter a refusal, you hoisted him by the collar to sit up. “Quit doin’ that!”

“Shut up.” You guided his hands behind his back, tying them together with the unused tie. Floyd pretended to pout, but he couldn’t ignore his excitement.

His anticipation turned into confusion when you slid off the bed and began rummaging around the room.

“I know you got something around here…” you mumbled, digging through his dresser drawers. Finally when you reached the bottom one, you found and retrieved a magic wand vibrator. “Figured.”

“Holy shit!” Floyd gasped, visibly perking up. “I forgot I bought that!”

You stopped in your tracks and let out a guffaw, caught off guard. This was the first time he’d ever seen and heard you laugh, a little sad that it was in a situation like this, but he thought it sounded… cute. It was boisterous, high pitched compared to your regular voice. He let out a few giggles.

The laughter died down, and you crawled back on the bed, turning the vibe on. You started it on the lowest setting before pressing it against the tip of his cock. Floyd sucked in a breath, but still looked at her with a bored expression.

“That’s it? What, y—“ You suddenly zipped to the highest level, causing Floyd to gasp. “Ow! Fucking—“ He cut himself off with a moan.

“D’you prefer the lower one?” you asked with a small grin.

He shook his head, “Nope.” It was a little much as an immediate start, but he wouldn’t want you to know that. His jaw clenched to try and stifle his moans and mewls, watching you drag the toy along his length.

It didn’t take long for the vibrations to force out a few beads of precum, which you smeared around the head without a second thought.

His hips slowly started bucking as he was getting closer to cumming, eyes scrunching shut and turning his head to the side to focus on his breathing.

You allowed him to grind against the toy for a bit, until eventually turning it off when his breathing got noticeably ragged. His eyes cracked open with a carping groan.

“What the fuck?” Floyd whined with a glare.

“Shut up.” You waited a few beats before turning the vibrator back on the max level, making Floyd jolt with a yelp.

This time, he was more sensitive than before, and it made keeping quiet even harder. He was hoping the vibe was loud enough to mask his strained gasps and hisses. 

Again he grew close, and again you pulled away his stimulation.

“Quit doing that!” He squirmed in frustration, attempting to wriggle out of the restraints.

You silently watched his chest heave with his labored breaths, a third time pressing the toy against his dick, eliciting a whine from him. When Floyd made eye contact, there was a noticeable flash of desperate pleading, his shoulders twitching as he tried miserably to grind against the vibrator. When a choked moan broke from him, you retreated the toy.

“S-stop teasing me!” he cried out, his thighs trembling underneath you. “Just let me cum!”

“You made me put up with all your stupid bullshit for weeks , and you think I’m gonna let you go easy? I’m—“ Your barred words were interrupted by Floyd’s cell phone ringing on the nightstand. You glanced at him before grabbing the phone, displaying Jade’s name.

Without hesitation, you answered it. You put it on speaker and set the phone on Floyd’s thigh. He only looked at your incredulously, mouthing something you didn’t bother to decipher.

“Are you alri—“

“Whaddyou want?”

“Hm? Why do you have Floyd’s phone?”

“I don’t. He’s here.” You idly twirled a finger around the head of his cock, Floyd’s huff audible through the phone.

“Why was he not able to answer it?”

“Busy.” You wrapped your hand around his length, squeezing lightly as you began to stroke it. He bit down on the collar of his shirt, trying to muffle his whimpers.

“I… don’t understand.”

“Just playing a game.” To emphasize yourself, you grabbed the base and smacked his cock against your other hand with a loud, wet slap! and a sharp cry from Floyd.

Silence from the phone.

“I see. I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all.” you said dismissively. “You can come over if you wanna.” You looked up at Floyd, raising a brow. After a moment, he begrudgingly nodded, and you nodded back.

“Oh… Thank you.”

“Y’know where we are.” You didn’t bother to say your goodbyes before hanging up the phone, sliding it on the floor.

“What’re you gonna do when he gets here?” There was a hint of optimism in his voice. He didn’t know if Jade would be out in the same position he’s in, if they’d be treated differently, if… if Jade would be permitted to touch you.

“Dunno.” you clicked, resting your head on his thigh while you idly slid your thumb across the slit of his cock. Each swipe earned some kind of reaction; a squirm, a huff, a whine, whatever it was, you could watch and listen forever.

Floyd’s brows were furrowed in frustration; he really didn’t want to start begging, but he was damn near close to it. Every time you touched him, he leaked with precum and it made everything so much slicker.

“…Can’t you just let me cum?”

“No.”

“You can make me cum again, just—just this once?”

“No.” And just like that, you now knew he can orgasm multiple times. Neat! You definitely won’t use that against him.

He growled, his hips trying to push into your hand until a swift knock was heard at the door. You tsked, slipping off the bed to unlock and open the door. Jade stood on the other side with his hands clasped together, eyes widened.

“May I—“

“Yep.” You pulled him in, relocking the door behind them.

“What would you—“ Without another word, you set a hand on his waist, the other gripping his jaw to plant a soft kiss to his lips. Your slow and careful touches contrasted your cold and irritated touches you gave to Floyd, it made him twitch in jealousy.

Jade’s shoulders relaxed, arms snaking around you as his eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t have the same angry lustful feelings Floyd did; he’d steal a few stares as you passed by, but that was really all. He kept out of your way most of the time, you weren’t worth the hassle.

He knew you were probably just using him to punish Floyd further, but he didn’t care. His hands traced along your sides, stopping underneath your chest.

“…May I?” he hummed, his hands inching closer.

You grabbed his hand and placed it over your tit. “It’s okay to touch me.”

Jade stiffly nodded, face flushing further. He was a bit dumbfounded. His hand squished and squeezed you experimentally.

Meanwhile, Floyd was glaring daggers at the two; you knew exactly what you was doing, you knew exactly how it made him feel.

Jade leaned in for another kiss, his body pressing against yours.

“…Prefect?” He earned a light hum and a kiss on the cheek in response. “I’ve thought about… about you. Many times.”

“Mhm? How?” You glanced over at Floyd, who was still visibly seething.

“I’ve thought about your body. About you touching me.”

“Touching you where?”

“…Everywhere .” he droned, bringing your hand up to rub his face against it before dragging it down his chest.

Floyd let out an angered growl, wriggling in his place.

“Shut up! Shut up!” He frantically tried to wipe away his frustrated tears on his shoulder. “Shrimpy, just shut up and fuck me already! Stop it!”

“No.” You guided Jade to sit on the bed before stepping back, looking around for… something again. “You got any tape in here?”

“Hm?” Jade cocked his head. “We may.”

She scoured around for a roll of tape. Scrap paper, glue sticks, a… paper puppet? Okay, whatever… Duct tape. Why he had duct tape, who knew. Maybe he just had it because he thought it’d have a use eventually; and it did.

You spun the roll on your finger as you walked back.

“Wow, extra bondage.” Floyd huffed.

“Kinda.” You pulled Floyd onto the floor. He sat on his knees in front of you, watching as you pulled the tape from the roll and used teeth to break it off. You grabbed the vibrator from the bed, placing the toy on his thigh and wrapping the tape around it to keep it in place with the head of the vibrator pushed against his cock.

“What, you're gonna make me watch or something?” he snorted.

“Yep.” You tore off another piece of tape, putting it over his mouth. “You’re cuter when you can’t talk.”

He let out a muffled whine when you turned on the toy, leaning forward as your hand pulled away to try to extend your touch.

You ignored his desperation, sitting on the bed next to Jade.

You lightly pushed him onto his back. “You’re real patient.” you murmured, kissing along his jawline.

 

“Thank you, Miss. It’s difficult.” he whispered, arms wrapping around you. He quietly moaned as you nipped at his collarbone. “May I take off my shirt?”

You sat back on her heels and carelessly gestured with a hand. Jade tugged away his tie, tossing it to the side while he pulled off his suit jacket. He unbuttoned the underneath shirt as quickly as he could—maybe he wasn’t as patient as you thought he was.

“Cute.” Your fingers feathered up his body and swiped over a nipple, earning a gasp.

“C-can you do that again?”

“Do what?”

“T-touch m—“ He hissed when you swirled your fingers around his nipples, his body twitching and trembling. 

He arched his back as time passed, feeling himself leak through his pants from the constant teasing. 

“Please, Miss.” He groaned, balling his fists in your shirt while he pulled away. “May I taste you? Please?” He slid his knees to the ground, attempting to pull you forward so he could sit between your legs.

“Such good manners.” you cooed, tucking the black streak in his hair behind his ear. “You may.”

Between quiet ‘thank you’s, he tugged on your waistband. You let out an amused him when his attempts were left fruitless, you lifted your hips slightly to aid him. Finally left in only your shirt, he stared in awe. 

“I think you’re beautiful, Miss.”

“Shush.” You pulled his face closer. “No biting.”

He only nodded before shoving his face into your cunt, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. You gasped, setting a thigh on his shoulder while he traced around with the underside of his tongue.

Jade could feel his throbbing cock weep for release, the ache almost painful. His hand hovered over his belt, but quickly brought it back up to squeeze your thigh.

“Miss,” he mumbled, his voice vibrating against you, “May I touch myself?”

You nodded stiffly, relishing in the feeling of his mouth on you. He quickly fumbled with his belt, whipping it off. He popped his cock out, already slick with precum, and began stroking it. His hand twisted up and down his shaft as he tried to bury his face closer into you. With his other hand, he lightly pushed your thigh into his cheek, looking up with pleading doe-eyes.

You squeezed his head in your thighs; not hard enough to be overwhelming but enough to reward him. The feeling of him fucking his own hand mixed with your thighs hugging the sides of his head made him shiver, the vibrations of his moans making your breath hitch.

“Good boy.” you moaned, grinding against his face. Your words seemed to have stricken Floyd; he let out a loud cry of protest, muffled by the tape. It should be him, it should be him, it should be him, it should be him.

His cries and screams of frustration were masked by the sounds of the vibrator. It didn’t matter, he would have been ignored regardless.

Jade whined as his hand’s pumping grew messy and erratic. He pulled away with a large gasp for air.

“May I cum? May I please cum, Miss?” He panted desperately, his own hand merciless on himself while he imagined it was yours instead.

“Cum for me.”

“Th-thank you—“ He shoved his face into your thigh to hush his moans, his cum hitting his chest and torso. He heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his pumping slowing to a stop. He looked down at the mess he’d made of himself, fatigued already.

“Good job.” You brushed her fingers through his hair affectionately. You were surprised at how strangely obedient Jade was; you would have figured he’d try some kind of sly tricks or backhanded rebelling, but he was… good.

He pushed his head into your hand, rubbing the sweat off from his forehead. Behind you two, Floyd sat writhing and whimpering pathetically, his torso and the hems of his shirt covered in his cum. You couldn’t tell how many times he’d came just from the amount caked on him. You almost pitied him because of the relentlessly never-ending stimulation from the vibrator forced on his dick. Almost.

With a kiss on Jade’s forehead and a rub on the nape of his neck, you stood. Still seated on the floor, Jade rested his head against the bed to watch you with tired eyes as you walked away.

You stopped in front of Floyd with a stone-faced leer. You took the edge of the tape around his mouth in your fingers and ripped it off. You expected him to yell, shout, growl in rage and anguish, cuss her out, but never in a million years did you expect—

“Mommy—I… I’m s-sorry, please fuck me, please.”

He twisted and fidgeted under your touch, waiting to hear your no’s, leaning forward to try and wipe his tears on your shirt.

“…Fine.” You tore away the vibrator from his thigh, giving him the short-lived break he desperately needed. His eyes widened in surprise when you shoved him onto his back (or arms for that matter). You crawled over him, reached beneath you to wrap your fingers around his dick and align him with your pussy.

“Stoplight safe words work for you, right?”

“I don’t care, I don’t care! Just fucking do it already!” He planted a foot on the ground to try and slip himself in your cunt, his restiveness left unrewarded when you lifted your hips away from him.

“I don’t respond to that.”

He complained with a groan, lolling his head back. “Yeah, green, green, please… ” It was intriguing how quickly Floyd switched up; constantly teetering from begging to being the absolute bane of your existence.

You finally took pity upon him, plunging yourself down onto him. You took his entire cock at once, forcing a cracked whine from him. You denied him time to adjust immediately began slamming your hips down. The messy slaps of flesh on flesh combined with Floyd’s incoherent voice cracks and moaning, somebody was bound to hear. Honestly? Floyd kind of hoped for it, someone behind the door hearing him being turned into a fucktoy, a stupid slut for someone he loathed.

His arms pulled, trying to break away from the restraints around his wrists. He wanted to touch you so badly; touch your tits, your waist, your hips, your ass, your thighs, anything he could manage to get his hands on. He felt like he was being taunted, despite being ridden into fucking oblivion.

“Please, please—“ He didn’t fucking know what he was even begging for at this point. He wanted it faster, he wanted it slower, wanted it rougher, gentler, he didn’t know—he just wanted to cum again. Your soft walls around him felt so different from the vibrator, it felt so much better. His mismatched half-lidded eyes were glossy and dazed as he stared at your nails.

“C’mon. C’mon, I fuckin’ love when you hurt me.” he growled. 

At least you had an excuse to use him as a punching bag. You raked your nails along his skin, coaxing hisses and choked moans from him.

“You can do fuckin’ better than that.” Floyd managed a chuckle, though it was forced and interrupted by a gasp when you squeezed around his dick. “Fuck, I know you wanna hurt me, ya wanna watch me cry and squirm, yeah?” He was just mocking her, a wide grin on his face. “Do it, then. Make me cry, Mommy. I know ya like when I call ya that.”

You were silent, your face burning red. He couldn’t tell if it was from fury or if his words turned you on more. “…Shut the fuck up.”

“Ya like when I’m under you? Hm?” His cock twitched in you. By and by, he’d managed to get a reaction out of you, and he loved it.

You gripped his throat, one of the only ways you might shut him up. “You talk way too fucking much.” 

“Fuck me.” he crowed. “Harder, do it fuckin’ harder.”

You kept your steady pace, your gaze hardening. “What’d I say about talking to me like that?”

“Please, harder? Please?” His chest heaved, feeling the familiar pressure buildup within him.

“Good boy.”

“Oh, fuck.” The words made him feel tingly, overwhelmed tears welling in his eyes as you grew rough. Honestly, he’d already forgotten how he even got to this point; his thoughts were hazy. “I-I’m gonna cum—“

“No.”

The dam broke, the denial forcing a broken sob. “No, please, please , I’m sorry, I’m fuckin’ sorry—“ He babbled on with his begging, trying to bury himself deeper inside you.

“No.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t—I won’t—“ What did he do again? He can’t remember. “Fuck, please! Fuckin’ let me cum! Please, can I cum? J-just—“

“Fine.”

“Fuckin’ fina—Thank you!” Through weeps and moans, his cum coated the inside of your cunt as his back arched in pleasure.

You and Floyd stayed in place after you slowed to a stop, unmoving as you caught your breath.

“…Would you like me to get some towels?” Jade piped up after a few moments of silence. He was still seated on the ground, flushed from watching.

You glanced back at him. “Yeah… yeah, thanks.” You panted, pulling off of Floyd so you could help untie his wrists. “Sorry I didn’t do much with you. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Thank you, Prefect.” Jade stood to his feet, legs a bit wobbly. He gave her a polite smile, slipping out of the room to leave the two alone while he grabbed what was needed.

It was silent. Floyd looked exhausted as he rubbed his face, ridding it of tear stains.

“…I still hate you.” you eventually said.

“Yeah, I still hate you, too.”

… He thinks.

[dreamersofcolor]

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[idontcaboose]

Luthor's Cricket part 8

Previous. Masterpost

Lex thought he managed to scare off the little spirit, it had been about 5 hours since his rant in the conference room, but Lex could not help but replay the entire interview back in his mind.

He could see by his answers and Lane's rebuttals could make one not of this world think he was an evil man. Not to mention Phantom's... odd relations with other rich and... uncouth men over his apparently short life. He could not fully blame the child for projecting his trauma onto Lex.

Lex ran through his list of the child.

He appears to be somewhere between 13-15 years old. He died young, but there is no telling how long he has been dead, if he was ever alive to begin with. Though Lex doubts the latter.

He knew a rich man that tried to force a familial relationship upon him.

He was not killed from a kidnapping, but who knows if the man was the one who killed him. He copes with humor and sass, like any child his age. But his silent reaction to Lex yelling at him made him think that there was something there that had triggered him. Was he killed by a hero gone rogue?

It was an uncomfortably short list, full of speculation, but expected since he has only interacted with the teen for a day and a half, and most of it had been malicious on both their parts.

Lex sighed and rubbed his eyes, leaning back on his living room couch. He had dealt with his randomly assigned essay partners in college better than this.

“Hey…. Mr. Luther?”

Lex violently startled at the small voice for the doorway to the foyer.

“Yes, Phantom?”

“You are right.”

“What?” Lex asked, confused.

Phantom shuffled into the living room, standing on the other side of the low coffee table. “That should always be something you should worry about. Someone that strong should have plans in place to keep them from hurting other people. After I left, I saw that the person he was fighting was able to mind control him briefly. He did some pretty bad damage before Wonder Woman was able to stop him and arrest the guy.” Phantom rubbed his arms in a self soothing fashion. “After he came to, he tried to jump back into the action. He is reckless in his collateral. I can't speak for if he feels guilty about what he did, but he has been around for a while. He hasn't seemed to be more mindful of those caught up in the fights, just those in the direct line of fire.” The teen sighed. “For the few he rescues, more die from the buildings the rogues and himself break.

I still think how you are going about it is the wrong way, but… I can help you workshop some better stuff.” Phantom asked with a small smile.

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[cherriies-snake]

Kisses & Pickups ✶⋆.˚

PAIRING : James Kelly x College!reader

WORDS : 766

WARNINGS : Age gap, James (33) & reader (23), mild sexual references at the end, rest is entirely fluff.

James Kelly is the type of guy who’s really thoughtful with you, even if you don’t ask for it.

Need help with a project? He’s already looking for ways to help, even if he doesn’t fully get it. Or when exam week is stressing you out so much that your hair is a mess, he immediately makes you a cup of tea and tells you to take a short break to clear your mind. Usually, those “short” breaks turn into cuddling sessions that never seem to end.

Of course, he would never admit in public just how much he loves those cuddly sessions full of hugs and sweet kisses.

Because let’s be real, James Kelly, the tough guy who works fixing cars, has tattoos all over his arms, and has even been to prison, totally matches with the kind of guy who lets himself be pampered by his cute girlfriend.

So, it’s no surprise that in the mornings, he wakes up earlier than his work schedule requires, just to pick you up and make sure you get to college on time.

The ride is usually filled with morning conversations about whatever interests you both, with the radio playing rock music, though sometimes you sneak in your catchy pop songs.

He pretends he doesn’t like them too much, but deep down, you know he loves hearing them, especially when it’s with you.

“There you go sweetheart, have a great day. And don’t forget, later I’m taking you for lunch.”

He said goodbye with a sweet kiss on your lips, which were warm as honey and soft as rose petals.

“Thanks, but Jamie, you know you don’t have to take me to college every morning. I can take the bus like everyone else.”

“I know you can, but I don’t want you to.”

And just before you could argue, he started the car.

No matter how many times you tried to explain it wasn’t necessary, he was stubborn about it. And no matter how hard you tried to hide it, you loved it.

Also, when he had a break at the workshop, he made an effort to pick you up when you finished, and today was no different since he promised to take you out for lunch afterward.

As soon as you walked out of the university, you could spot James’s car on the opposite side of the street, always so punctual, you thought.

“Just in time, right? How was your day, Angel?”

He asked sweetly as always while you climbed into the passenger seat.

“I think it was okay, some professors didn’t make their classes too hard today.”

You told him, sighing tiredly after a long day of studying, and not to mention you had probability homework for Monday, which was a total disaster for you because you hated anything related to math with all your heart.

“The only bad news is I have probability homework.”

Then you leaned back a little on the seat, looking at him like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road.

“Your favorite subject, huh?”

He said, laughing quietly since he knew you had even failed it once.

“Don’t worry about that right now, okay sweetheart? First, I’m taking you to lunch like I promised.”

He gave you that sweet smile he always did while gently caressing your thigh.

He knew exactly how to calm you down.

And just like that, he took you to lunch at your favorite diner.

Those vintage 50s-style restaurants with those cushioned red seats you love so much, and of course, the typical menu with burgers, milkshakes, and those kind of things you can get all day long.

Now, both of you were eating burgers and fries, you with a vanilla milkshake, and him with a chocolate one.

As he ate or rather devoured his burger, he got a little ketchup on the corner of his lips. So, you dipped your finger in a bit of saliva, leaned over the table, and gently wiped it off. His reaction told you that you caught him off guard.

And you love to do that.

He gave you that look, the one where he melts at any subtle and innocent touch you give him. Your soft hands contrasted beautifully when they touched his rough face, and James found it intoxicating.

Everything about you seemed so hypnotic to him.

That’s why he takes the time to take care of you and protect you, his sweet girlfriend, his little world, because he wouldn’t want to see his world shattered in tears because of something or, more importantly, someone.

Since he could be the only reason for your tears, something that only happened when his dick was completely inside you.

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[avalineryu]

Ironlily Interview

@ironlily-art can be found on Facebook currently.

What inspired you to get into depicting action women / historical waifu?

Honestly, it's simply because I love them. I love European history, I love anime-style girls, and I love strong female characters. But it’s hard to find existing genres that combine all of these, especially where they’re the main theme rather than just backgrounds. So I just wanted to be greedy and merge everything I love into one, to explore the possibilities.

Do you think you're attracted to the women in your own work?

To be honest, the girls I draw are often inspired by ideals I hold dear, or by a certain kind of person I deeply want to portray. If my characters were real, I’m sure I’d fall in love with them. In that sense, yes—part of what drives me to draw comes from affection or desire. I believe creating something requires some level of passion, even romantic or sexual feelings.

But once these characters are created, I see them as independent individuals living in their own world. I don’t project excessive desire onto them after. Maybe that’s why some fans feel my characters seem real—because I don’t depict them as having any motive through the fourth wall toward the audiences on the other side of the screen.

Are the women in your works inspired by anyone you know personally? Optionally: Gender, including trans status if applicable or already out, and sexual orientation.

My characters are shaped by many life experiences and by what I observe around me—blended with imagination. Sometimes, I wish the world could be more beautiful and fun, where girls aren’t bound by societal expectations and can joke about their bodies as freely as men do, without facing judgment. That’s how characters like Ebenholz and the Hoplitissa came to be.

As for my gender identity, I don’t have anything particularly unique to say—I’m just a regular heterosexual person. In my country, topics like gender identity aren’t very prominent, but we respect cultures where diverse identities are more celebrated. Likewise, I hope people can also respect those with traditional values. I’m grateful that I have a kind and respectful community.

Has the animation/comics/game fandom particularly influenced your artistic decisions?

If you try searching for Takami Akai, and Seiji Kamiya of Vanillaware, I think you’ll quickly find the answer. (laughs)

Are you familiar with the Weibermacht genre? If not, why?

I wasn't aware of it before, but after looking up the term, I realized I’ve seen some renaissance artworks that fall under this category. However, I don’t have much to say.

What are your thoughts on polite society's imposed gender roles? (Polite society: Whatever the social norms are where you live)

Speaking strictly about such societies, I believe they have always served as a necessary structure for society value. However, as time changes, they need to evolve, adapt, and be reinterpreted. Setting aside any malicious human intent related to gender oppression, every culture and era has required a set of norms to maintain social unity and divide responsibilities among genders. This ensures both societal stability and the continuity of the human population.

That said, society also needs spaces for those who do not fit into mainstream roles to find refuge. Monasteries, for example, historically served such a purpose—providing an alternative social structure. Both Ordo Mediare and Hoplitissa are fictional worlds I created with this kind of concept.

What is your cultural background? Do you think it has an impact on your artistic depictions?

I come from a non-European region, also one without a deeply rooted historical tradition of its own. We've been heavily influenced by Japanese anime, and that influence has certainly shaped my artistic preferences.

Do you think your works will inspire change in society?

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that my work can change society—nor do I necessarily believe that society must be changed. Rather than calling it 'change,' I prefer to see it as ‘creating a space’ gathering and inspiring people, and moving forward together. In doing so, I hope my ideas gain more recognition and appreciation."

Do you have an interest in history as a whole? What are your other hobbies beside artwork?

My interest in history is actually quite narrow—I’m really only passionate about the Western European cold weapon era. But I think that's more than enough to keep an amateur like me busy for a whole life. Of course, I don’t reject other cultures; it’s just harder for me to actively dive into them.

As for other hobbies, definitely gaming. Also food, drinks, and cute things. I have a lot of interests, but each one is pretty specific—I only like certain games, certain types of food, certain kinds of alcohol. I like to call it… loyalty!

What do you predict in the future of the New Weibermacht genre?

I’m not sure where this term originally came from or whether it represents an established aesthetic trend. But what I can say is this: if it’s framed as a strong ideological stance that tries to change, replace or correct existing artistic directions, then it will inevitably face criticism and backlash. Like many ‘new’ ideologies today, it could spark quarrels over positions among communities, and in the end, creators might get lost in these ideological battles.

Personally, I’m better at looking to the past than predicting the future. I believe creators should focus on what they love. It doesn’t need to become a slogan. If there’s going to be a slogan or aesthetic philosophy, let the thinkers and theorists take care of that.

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