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talia-black · 6 months ago

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Nameless! Aventurine Headcanons

I have a million other projects I need to be working on, but this tiny brainworm hasn’t let me go. :(

TW: Talk of Aventurine’s backstory. Nothing explicit, but his brand is shown and stuff is alluded to. Symptoms of trauma are also explicitly mentioned. Also shirtless Aventurine but nothing sexual.

Nameless! Aventurine who succeeded in bargaining his freedom from the IPC and became a wanderer. Who always wears a shirt with a high collar to hide his slave tag. Who melted down his sixty tanba and had them made into various accessories for his otherwise nondescript outfit. Who pulled scams and took risks whenever the mood struck him and then skipping out whenever things got dicey for him. Until he runs into the Astral Express.

Nameless! Aventurine who had heard of the Express in passing, and needing a quick passage off-world, offers his help with whatever trouble they’ve managed to get themselves into in return for a ride. Only to be thrown completely out of his element by the attitude of each of its members. None of them are interested in what he can offer them (though it takes him a while to figure that out) and are more than willing to still let him join the Express even when his plan doesn’t pan out the way Aventurine promised.

Nameless! Aventurine who actually ends up fitting very well into the Astral Express’ dynamic. He is always happy to indulge in March 7th’s antics (You cannot tell me these two wouldn’t have spa days where they do facials, paint each other's nails, and just talk for hours about Robin’s latest album or whatever else is a hot topic for Honkai Star Rail’s version of the internet.) and treats her like a little sister.

March 7th is also the first to figure out Nameless! Aventurine’s aversion to being touched. He frequently initiates contact, but the first time March came up behind him and touched his arm, the gambler jumped almost a foot in the air. He laughed it off, telling her that she “give a man some warning next time” and pushed the conversation forward. She chalked it up to him being caught off-guard, but then she watched him freeze up when Himeko put a hand on his back, and when Welt patted his shoulder, and whenever March touched him first.

Nameless! Aventurine who acts like the annoying middle child always pestering the older brother because he secretly admires him. Dan Heng doesn’t warm up to Aventurine nearly as quickly, and is often annoyed when he just waltzes into the room containing the data bank, plops himself in a chair, and talks at him for hours. The first time Dan Heng responded to something he said was actually what got Aventurine to be quiet. Dan Heng turned away from what he was working on to see Aventurine with his mouth slightly agape, not expecting him to actually answer. Dan Heng found it incredibly interesting how the normally smooth talker stumbled over his words for almost a minute before picking up where he had left off.

Dang Heng is the first to notice how Nameless! Aventurine is always throwing himself in the firing range. Even when there’s absolutely no reason to or nothing to gain from making such a sacrifice. He subtly watched how in every conversation that even verges into dangerous territory, Aventurine pulls all of the attention onto himself with either a comment aimed to provoke, or acting in a way that drastically escalates things. Aventurine had told the Crew about his “luck”, and these instances had certainly liquidated any of Dan Heng’s doubts about that. But if his victory was always certain, why did he smile when he got shot?

Nameless! Aventurine who Himeko treats like the rest of her kids right out of the gate. Aventurine is the most suspicious of Himeko out of all the Express Crew, but that doesn’t last long. They bond over their love of black coffee and as the two of the only three night owls on the Express (Dan Heng is also one, but he never leaves his room). While he would never say Himeko reminded him of his mother, she gave her own forms of paternal love freely in the way she always made sure he ate at least two meals a day, immediately patched up his various scrapes and scratches herself when he first got on the Express, and offered him his own room without hesitation. He would go to his grave with the knowledge that he had felt his face heat up when she had ruffled his hair after he beat her at chess during one of their 2am coffee drinking sessions.

Himeko was the first to see Nameless! Aventurine’s hands were in terrible condition. When she checked him over for wounds, she noticed how he was always fidgeting with a coin. Later it would change to a beaten up poker chip, or his bracelet, or whatever odd thing he had picked up. And when she was bandaging his arm, his hands shook with constant tremors. When he was outside the Express, he always stuffed his hands in his pockets, and Himeko frowned late one evening when she saw Aventurine palm’s had scars from where his own nails had dug into them.

Nameless! Aventurine who loves messing with Welt. Honestly, Aventurine gets along with Welt just as well, if not better than March. Welt is never without something interesting or insightful to say, and combined with Aventurine’s observant and commentative nature, they sometimes end up talking for hours without even realizing time has passed. However, Aventurine cannot live without a little mischief. And Welt’s naivety when it comes to current trends is just too good of an opportunity to pass up. This often manifests in Welt using slang terms in ways they absolutely were not meant to be, and a few interesting videos that have made their way onto the Express’ group chat. Welt has mostly caught on, but he still plays along if only to see the way Aventurine’s eyes light up whenever he successfully “tricks” him. The “kiddo” had gotten more laughs out of the old man than all of the members of the Express combined.

Welt was the first to notice and tell the others that Nameless! Aventurine was exhibiting signs of severe trauma. During a pit stop, Welt asked Aventurine to go ask around for a certain brand of coffee beans for Himeko before calling the others for a meeting. After sharing what they knew, the group struggled to decide on a course of action. Aventurine was more than entitled to his past, and it would go against everything they stood for to pry for potentially painful details. But it also seemed wrong to let him continue potentially harmful habits without intervention. In the end, they decided to wait until they crossed paths with a specialist who they could ask for advice before taking any particular course of action.

Nameless! Aventurine who kept making excuses for why he couldn’t get off the Express. He didn’t realize that no one had ever asked him to.

Nameless! Aventurine who upon waking one day to see his name emblazoned on the door of his room refused to come out for an entire day. The rest of the Crew didn’t even know it had happened, and Pom-Pom swore they hadn’t done it. Meanwhile, Aventurine spent most of the morning crying silently into his pillow and the rest of the day deep in the trenches of an existential crisis. He comes out the next day and acts like nothing ever happened, and the new status quo was set in stone.

Nameless! Aventurine who was with March and Dan Heng when they found the Trailblazer. And immediately became fascinated with them. Especially after they threw themselves in front of March when the Doomsday Beast attacked the space station. He surprised himself with how upset he felt when he saw the Trailblazer was considering staying at Herta’s Space Station as opposed to coming with them. And how happy he was when they ultimately decided to join the Express.

Nameless! Aventurine and the Trailblazer who get on like a house on fire. Aventurine is persistent and victorious in getting the Trailblazer comfortable with them, and often ends up in a game of tug-a-war with March for their attention. Trailblazer, who at first glance seems like a pretty stoic character, turns out to be quite unhinged, and Aventurine’s lack of self-restraint only enables them once they set foot on Belobog. Aventurine was a man who clung to unpredictability and the mystery of the dice like a starving animal, and the Trailblazer was impulsivity personified. From their out-of-pocket comments at the most inappropriate of moments to their dumpster-diving habits, Aventurine never knew what to expect from them.

Trailblazer who is the first to discover the truth of Nameless! Aventurine’s past. It wasn’t anything grand; the two had gone out with March and Himeko for a drink and ended up collapsing in the same bed. Trailblazer woke first with an awful headache, a dry mouth, and dots doing pirouettes across their vision. Which is why they thought they were just imagining the brand on Aventurine’s neck. The high-collar shirt that he always wore had been chucked off at some point during the night. Aventurine stirred when a gentle touch carefully traced irritated, scarred skin.

“You should really be applying some kind of salve to that.”

Reality cut through Aventurine’s hangover faster than a bucket of ice. He leapt out of bed and locked himself in the bathroom. He refused all of the Trailblazer’s attempts to get him to respond, and it was only after they promised they would give him some space and that they wouldn’t tell the others that his heart rate was able to go down. It still took him an hour before he left the bathroom. From there he avoided the Trailblazer like the plague. When the other members of the Crew asked what had happened, the Trailblazer explained it away as “drunken shenanigans” and let the subtext run its course. If only to give Aventurine some initiative to speak to them. This standoff lasted weeks, and probably would have gone on much longer if Aventurine hadn’t taken a dagger to the gut and a crossbow bolt to the knee. And the Trailblazer, out of the generosity of their heart, offered to personally make sure he made a full recovery. And many painful nights later, with the help of a few glasses of whiskey, Aventurine shared a few pieces of his past. He still had enough clarity of mind to keep the less palatable details out of it, but gave more than enough for the Trailblazer to understand what he had been through. Somehow, the bottle was emptied, and the two once again found themselves cuddled up in Aventurine’s bed and drifting off into peaceful slumber.

Nameless! Aventurine who found a new family, and would continue to protect them with everything he had as he continued his journey starward.

#hsr aventurine #aventurine headcanons #honkai star rail #hsr #aventurine x trailblazer #aventurine x stelle #aventurine x caelus #himeko hsr #welt hsr #march 7th hsr

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thomatri · 3 months ago

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Haikyuu boys as love languages

Synopsis- Haikyuu boys as love languages (separately) featuring Shiratorizawa

Paring- Wakatoshi Ushijima, Tendō Satori, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjirō, Goshiki Tsutomu

Warning- cursing

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Wakatoshi Ushijima -Acts of Service

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Wakatoshi Ushijima is what some might say emotionally unavailable. And he’d agree, hes emotionally unavailable not an idiot. Because he knows his behavior hes ruled that doing acts of love for you will suffice showing his love and you agree. I feel like he doubles at acts of service. Like he’ll do something and then it results in you two spending time together or making plans to. He offered to plant, plants you love and you offered to help. He has a garden btw. He takes very neat notes so he’ll let you borrow them but he knows how you like highlighted notes so he’ll highlight key terms and stuff for you.

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Tendō Satori - Physical Touch

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Tendō was very touch starved before he met you so trust he’s catching up on all his physical touch with you. On top of him being a flirty person his physical touch ain’t just rainbows and kittens nothing super sexual though. Just making out here and there. He does love biting you, he doesn’t know why and neither do you. If your not comfortable with it that’s fine he won’t do it duh. Hand holding 247. One time Semi brought up you two dating and Tendō had the audacity to be confused when he never explicitly told the team yet except maybe Ushijima. Semi stared at him to see if he was joking. “You two literally are always holding hands,kissing and hugging I’m starting to think y’all are melting together the way y’all are on each other” Semi says rolling his eyes

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Semi Eita - quality time

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Semi loves spending time with you. His ideal date is definitely going to the movies. He refuses to watch a movie if it ain’t in the theaters. If you don’t have money at the time for it dw bbg he got you. He feels like it makes every movie better and he has a point. He won’t cry scream throw up if you just wanna watch a movie at home but you know he prefers to see it in theaters and you dont mind so y’all usually go. Your parents think it’s the cutest thing. Y’all go on other dates occasionally but movie dates are always something you can look forward to in y’all relationship.

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Shirabu Kenjirō - gift giving

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Shirabu gives the type of kid to get good asf grades and be rich but humble when it comes to money. Don’t get me wrong he’s still snobby but only stuff he achieved like grades and volleyball you feel me? With that being said he definitely spoils you. He buys his friends stuff sometimes if he knows they’ve been eyeing some shoes or something but being his lover is a whole another of gift giving. It was so bad at first that you had to tell him to tone it down on gifts or at least the prices. So instead he decided to listen to the second part of that statement. He doesn’t get you super expensive gifts anymore at least not as often. But he still buys you stuff. Like snacks,jewelry, and books/manga or whatever your into. He argues that he literally doesn’t use his allowance for anything else and it’s just sitting around. Don’t you dare let him see you glance at anything he’ll try to buy it. Mall dates have been band sorry. On the other hand he loves gifts too his only thing is he loves handmade or homemade gifts. Like if you make him a bracelet he’ll want to jump for joy but his nonchalant energy won’t let him

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Goshiki Tsutomu - words of affirmation

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Goshiki loves praise in all shapes and forms. Especially from his partner. If he does a powerful spike he’ll towards you for praise. Bonus if he has a pet name. It pisses his coach off but whatever makes the players happy. He loves complimenting you. He always somehow knows what to say. Hes a bit too shy for physical touch and he can do task but he’s not really good you fell me? He’s always playing volleyball so I guess that counts as quality time but no fr. He’d be pretty good at making gifts but like I said he’s married to volleyball and dating you :,) so he doesn’t have a lot of time for it. But he can always give you a compliment to hopefully brighten up your day and you can do the same

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Fun au

- I originally had Daichi instead of Ushijima cause I lokey forgot about him and I needed 5 characters for 5 love languages. I really said let’s all be shiratorizawa and not tell Daichi

-I spelled Ushijima name Ushiwaka and had to edit his entire thing 😔

- I love Goshiki❤️ (really unrelated but I jus wanna mention)

#haikyuu masterlist #haikyu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu goshiki #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu shiratorizawa #haikyuu shirabu #haikyuu tendou #haikyuu semi

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petrichoriansys · 5 months ago

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Sherlock & co. headcanons

Long post, sorry :,) I think about these idiots a lot. Lots of projection onto Sherlock, I apologize in advance.

I’m gonna avoid adding any ship headcanons because I want to focus on their characters and how they help each other, not the possibility of romance.

- Sherlock is an amazing artist. And I mean like, AMAZING. But he hates showing people his sketchbook. John is always baffled when he manages to catch a glimpse.

^ Idk if they’ll include Mycroft since he’s only in like two of the books but if they do include Mycroft, it’s absolutely his fault that Sherlock is insecure about showing his art to others.

- Sherlock’s ear defenders have stickers on them. Mariana gave him a pride flag sticker to put on them, he loves it.

- John shaved all his facial hair off once. Sherlock refused to look at him till it grew back, unless he put a mask on. Mariana laughed constantly during that time.

- John sleeps with his socks on. Thank you, fanartists.

- Sherlock will sometimes randomly decide to plop into John’s bed in the middle of the night. John secretly loves it.

- Sherlock’s hands are always freezing. Sometimes he’ll put a hand on the back of John’s neck because John hates it and it makes Mariana laugh, then John can’t stop himself from laughing. Sherlock loves when they laugh.

- John and Mariana have movie nights in 221B. Sometimes Sherlock will join but he doesn’t really enjoy movies, so he’ll just be on his phone. They do it in 221B anyway because they want Sherlock to feel included even though they know he won’t watch the movie regardless.

- CANE USER JOHN.

- As a followup to the previous hc, John hates using his cane in public. He always gets weird looks and he’s insecure about it. He often has to use it in the flat because he refuses to use it out in public, and Sherlock and Mariana never mention it. He’s gotten a bit more comfortable with it because of that.

- John has A Chair that no one touches. If a guest sits in his chair, Sherlock will tell them to move. John needs to always have an open, easily accessible spot to sit down due to his leg.

- Sherlock often goes nonverbal, especially after cases. John and Mariana have learned sign language for him. Partially to communicate with him while he’s nonverbal, partially to cut down on noise when he’s overwhelmed.

- Since it’s said in the beginning of the show that Sherlock has DID and I personally have DID, here’s a hc specific to that (which totally isn’t projection at all……). Sherlock has a child alter, as do many with DID. While John and Mariana aren’t very experienced with this stuff, they’ve taken time to learn and always make sure to keep the environment safe for said alter. They also will wait for Sherlock to tell them who’s fronting, because he often gets frustrated when they ask.

- Sorta related to the last one but also just general, Sherlock hates when people ask him things (unless it’s related to his interests). Stop asking him how his day was, stop asking him how he’s doing. If he wanted you to know, he would tell you.

- Sherlock loves John’s mum. She sees him as her son.

- John is oblivious. He’s had many people (mainly women) ask him out and didn’t understand he was being asked out on a date. He once had a friend who thought they were dating because she didn’t explicitly tell him and he just kept hanging out with her, thinking she just wanted to be friends. No malicious intentions whatsoever, he literally is just oblivious as fuck.

- On that note, John is bi, Sherlock is gay, and Mariana is lesbian.

- John’s insecure. Just in general. About his body, about his scars, about his voice, everything. He’s especially insecure about how much he yaps. It just happens and he gets frustrated with himself. Sherlock secretly loves it.

^ One time, John got so annoyed with himself that he decided he wouldn’t talk unless necessary. Sherlock told him he loves the yapping and reminded him that the podcast listeners love his rambles. John instantly went back to being his normal, yappy self.

- Possibly he/they Sherlock?

- The trio have all helped each other with insecurities. John’s and how they’ve helped him I’ve mentioned previously in this post. Mariana often feels out of place since she has no family in Britain and her accent stands out, but John always reminds her that him and Sherlock are her family too. Sherlock secretly loves her accent. Sherlock’s got a ton of mental issues (as stated in episode 1), and often gets frustrated because he has a hard time expressing his needs. John and Mariana do their best to accommodate. I’ve stated some ways I hc they do that previously.

I’m gonna stop now, but I could go on for hours.

I’ve actually been writing this on and off for several hours, oops.

Goodbye, enjoy some silly hcs. Feel free to add on to some of them in replies/reblogs, I’d love to see your hcs and I’d def love to hear (read ig) opinions on these.

#sherlock & co #podlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #jonk watson #mariana ametxazurra #s&co #sherlock #headcanon

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swallowtailed · 11 months ago

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palisade 37 !!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY WEREN’T LYING THAT DIVINE CAN CYCLE

perennial is the time loop and she is in the time loop!!!!! the wheel turns!!!!!!!!! incredible. i love this.

no wonder perennial was moved by figure begging for another chance.

from a structural pov i appreciate that this is explicitly the last chance bc it keeps pressure on the players without having to resort to multiverse stuff. also a well-timed reveal for the tension in the back half of the season.

it frankly explains a lot that picking clem was a three-millionth-year-in-the-time-loop decision

also this only raises MORE questions about what’s going on off in that arm of the galaxy. they’ve worked out time travel????

oh re the intro, “according to the world i’m a hypocrite or drowned” BANGER LINE. also “the truth”/“the worst”… poor gur

other things did happen in this episode that i am also excited about. what were they again. oh right

thisbe the new bearer of integrity!! golden horns!! really racking up crew entanglements with divinity. extremely exciting.

(i do think we are gonna need some new words by the end of the season, or a clear decision against.)

that whole sequence was so compelling—i feel like we rarely see thisbe pursue her desires so directly. her determination to reach out and understand is fascinating. and that integrity chooses people who want to change the world—wondering if this could be a direction for thisbe’s new illusion strats.

and “my head is somewhat heavier but it doesn’t bother me” heavy is the head that wears the crown huh thisbe. excited to see where this goes !

also on engagements with divines, asepsis’s view of its role changing because brnine saw it as “a divine without a community”—sets this down next to palisade discussing his different relationships with different excerpts, “the etiquette you make with one another” (which is a very loving way of looking at it, i think). divines are socially constructed; divinity is contextual. u know.

dre has been fucking killing it as figure this season. that scene with palisade was really good. saying “this feels like a metaphor” about playing duck (lmao) was exceptionally funny because that is always true about figure all of the time

coriiiii…. i am so glad cori is able to trust her crew and find safety questioning her religious upbringing with them.

i do feel like i understand eclectic better now. we’ve gotten a few more flags: he believes in welcoming people who help him; he feels that divines are too much of a risk; he sees the cause as taking over palisade. (it is also kind of touching that he’s so insistent that they adopt a random lock & cross cop, specifically—i found that scene kind of frustrating, but it’s solid character work.)

we also learned this ep that brnine thinks they are the sexiest crew member (they’re right). however this leaves the question of who thisbe thinks is sexiest. assuming it was someone not already present in the scene but aboard the blue channel, that leaves hunting, midnite, or saffron. does thisbe think saffron is sexy?? i would believe that. she has the most physical forms, leaving aside phrygian (who i think murch said she thought was hottest?? wires??), so logically saffron could be attractive to the widest range of people. or thisbe just thinks she’s hot. i’d ship it.

#fatt #palisade #fatt lb #palisade spoilers #hello world #EPISODE.#so pumped for whatever the hell is gonna happen next

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thekinkyleopard · 1 year ago

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ICS

(Insane Clown Sneezing)

A Non-Canon Halloween Snz Fic Starring:

Alistar x Draeko x Kanai

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Drae Snz, 3-Sum, light Degradation

Description: ICP is holding a concert on Halloween night, requirements are all attendees must be in full Clown makeup. Alistar is beyond excited to drag his two roommates with him. Although, Drae is feeling under the weather, he doesn’t wanna disappoint the joyful demon, so he tries to hide it. Which goes poorly….for him.

Author’s Notes: The season of OC Halloween fics, CONTINUES! You’re in for a treat this round 🤤 @aller-geez owns Draeko & Kanai and did the art!

Practically zipping around the house with great fervor, the red headed demon gathered anything and everything he would need. Since he bought 3 tickets to ICP, three months prior, he has been collecting all kinds of great makeup to fit the part. The band explicitly said every attendee must be dressed in clown makeup as the concert was taking place Halloween night! Al was stoked, beyond stoked, he first of all, loved Halloween. A holiday where everyone acts scary and creepy? Sign him up for everyday. However, his favorite band on his favorite holiday? It’s like he didn’t even care what happened the rest of the year! “Nai! Ko! Get in here!” He called out to his roommates from the bathroom as he set up his entire station.

“Yes, Donnie?” Kanai asked curiously as he stepped into the room. Draeko following close behind, but much, slower. Alistar noted there was a slight pink flush across the smaller’s face but thought maybe nothing of it.

“Concert time!!” He held up the palettes of white foundation with a waggle of his brows.

“But it’s not for another 4 hours?” Kanai tilted his head with slight confusion. Why would they get ready so far ahead of the event itself?

“Yeah and makeup takes a while soooo let’s get cracking!” The anti-Christ insisted, rolling his eyes and setting the stuff down onto the counter now.

“Al…I….” Draeko tried to interject, not necessarily feeling all to up to any sort of makeup. Hoping maybe he could just nap before the concert. He was feeling a tad warmer than usual.

“Nope! It’s mandatory! Don’t be a bunch of fucking squares okay?” Alistar glared now turning sharply to point an index at the both of them.

“Fine,” Draeko muttered under his breath, feeling pretty defeated by the whole day. Waking up feeling like shit on a holiday is never anyone’s favorite. Except, maybe Al.

“Okay,” The hell hound spoke flatly, shrugging his shoulders knowing it was pointless to disagree with the redhead.

“Awesome” shining a sparkling grin across his now smug face he began to blat carelessly at the white makeup onto a sponge.

Draeko quickly lifts his hands up into the air in front of him. “No worries! I can do my own,” his time at the circus proving useful as he very much was a master of a good clown look. However, he was mostly insisting because if Al go too close to his face, he’d notice for SURE he was sick. So instead he quietly painted his face as Alistar struggled to get Kanai to be still.

All in all it took the group a good few hours to get the right look they were going for. Alistar having had ti redo his own three different times trying to get it perfectly like every other fan would.

“Damn, we look fucking GOOD!” Finishing up the final touches, the Ruby eyes glaring over everyone through the mirror he slid his shirt over his head and look at himself back and forth.

“This looks fairly strange,” Kanai admitted while staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

“I think I look kind of cute,” the mutt chimed in with a softened smile, looking himself over and even adding a bit of glitter to the corners of his mouth.

“Alright let’s get on the road then shall we?” Alistar asked, walking out of the bathroom and grabbing his keys and wallet. They’d all adorned one of Al’s ICP shirts, and slicked their hair appropriately, there wasn’t much more to do.

“The venue is 20 minutes out, shouldn’t we wait til it’s closer til?” Nai chimed in yet again with a curious tone laced between his words.

“Kanai, concerts require some extra time for parking and getting wasted before the show…’Mon now,” Al had to inform his friend, shaking his head back and forth with a smirk. Almost like this was supposed to somehow be common sense to the other.

“Alright then, are you ready to go Draeko?” The hound realized the debate was worth less than the win, so he simply let it go before turning to their pet.

“Y-yeah I’m good to go,” but he was in fact not good to go. Since this morning he woke up, there’s been a terrible terrible storm brewing within his head. Like he’d slammed it into a wall several times the night before. His sinuses were stuffed, but not at the stage of leaking. Just discomfort in breathing. Truthfully on the outside, you couldn’t necessarily tell he was coming down with something soon to take him out of commission. However, he also wasn’t going to alert either of his mates, it would go one of two ways. Either A: Al would immediately want to induce his sneezing and have his way and miss the concert or B: Al gets grumpy and decides to stay home, making a mess of him later anyway when he’s not so mad. Or maybe hate fuck him. Either way, it usually ended with a dick in his ass. Willingly. He did love when either male decided to take advantage of his vulnerability.

Yet, he wasn’t willing to throw away a good experience for the Anti-Christ, knowing well how much he loved ICP. Least he hear about it for the rest of eternity. Alistar narrowed his eyes and looked the other up and down. Something was off. Definitely off.

“Mmkay…s’go!” Alistar swiftly turned on his heels and waved them to follow as he stomped his way out the door and out to his obnoxious 1977 Pontiac Firebird, black with flames all around the vehicle. The other two shuffled behind him at a medium pace before stopping a few feet from the car. He had painted ICP album covers over his windows for the concert. “Doesn’t the transportation device look great?!” He turned to look at his roommates.

“It does, Alistar, I wasn’t aware you could produce art so well,” the hound complimented his friend as he analyzed over the pieces of art work over the car now. Draeko nodded in agreement.

“I love it!” Mustering up his best fake brilliant smile he could. He wasn’t not excited about the car. Or concert. Or experience! He just wanted to lay in bed. He wanted to feel better. His body only got hotter, and heavier the more he dragged it out.

“Thank you thank you, alright, now let’s get on the road!” Alistar unlocked the vehicle and hopped into the passenger allowing Kanai to help pull the seat up to allow Draeko into the back while he road shotgun. Shutting the door behind him he looked over at Alistar.

“Are you going to get drunk tonight?” The mutt asked curiously, looking through to the red head from the rear view mirror.

“Oh, absolutely” the anti-Christ snickered, on hand on the wheel, the other fishing for his pack of cigarettes.

“Hm…what’s that like?” Kanai asked curiously, looking over at his best friend and watching him struggle to dig the pack out of his pocket.

“It’s like…I don’t know man, it depends on the person but it makes, the unhinged version of someone come out of their brain…you know? Like normally I wouldn’t fuck a human sober, but drunk? I might if I’m desperate enough,” he chuckled loudly watching the road loosely while successfully fishing his pack of cigarettes out. Kanai simply hums lowly to himself as he considers what the feeling must be like.

“So, it’s a good feeling?” He asked cautiously, almost like he doesn’t believe that what Al described, could have a positive outcome. While the demon was lighting the stoge he pulled out and hung on his lips, he shrugged.

“Yeah, man, you can try it out tonight at the show it’ll be a good holiday to break in Nai’s first time being drunk!” Alistar cheered by holding his lit fag into the air in a fist pump before bringing it back down to his mouth.

“Drunk Kanai? That should be interesting,” Draeko giggled from the backseat, Al shining a gaze back to grin at the mutt. Their eyes locking for a moment before the demon went back to watching the road.

“Al, please open the window if you’re going to smoke…it smells horrible,” the hellion griped as he dramatically wafted the oncoming smoke back from wence it came.

“My bad,” cracking open his driver side window to redirect the fumes out the side of the car.

“Hey so, who’s opening for ICP?” Draeko asked curiously peaking through between the seats of Kanai and Alistar.

“No idea I planned to skip it at the alcohol station,” the demon snickered as his foot pressed harder on the gas. Impatient to get where they were going.

“Oh…WELL, I guess I’ll just look it up then,” Draeko rolled his duo colored eyes with a giggle.

“What is an opener, Draeko?” Kanai looked back at the mutt through the rear view mirror, who was scrolling through the Ticketmaster website on his phone.

“It’s the band that plays before the main band, sometimes there’s one or a few !” He explained with a gentle smile before he got very quiet. The motion within the car and looking at his phone made the hybrid all too aware of how god awful he felt. His stomach churned and he blinked a few times ahead of him, looking away from the screen. Kanai cocked a brow as he was still observing the smaller.

“Are you okay, Draeko?” The hound asked cautiously, curiously.

“Y-Yeah just a…” he clears his throat gently from behind a closed fist. “Car sick is all,” trying his best to shake it off.

“I have hydration up here if you would like some?” Already leaning forward to try and grab one of the many bottle littering the floor of Al’s vehicle.

“Has that bottle of water been sitting in the car for multiple days?” Drae asked almost unamused as he was sure of the answer.

“It’s quite possible,” the hound mulled over the truth of the answer, trying his best to present all the facts he was aware of about said bottle, to the mutt.

“No thanks,” he responded almost as flatly as Kanai usually would.

“Oh, okay, hopefully we will be at the venue soon, then you can have fresh hydration,” the hellion nodded simply. Alistar chuckled taking the last drag of his cigarette and tossing it out the window like a grade A dick.

“Yeah, we’ll be there in about 8 minutes,” his words came out sharply as he exhaled the last cloud of smoke from within his lungs and reached over for the volume on his radio. He has it plugged in to his phone using a cassette tape convertor. “For now let’s pre game!” The red head grinned turning the music up loudly, singing along while he drove through, switching lanes almost recklessly now that the music flowed.

“My Axe, is my buddy…I bring him when I walk…me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk!” Alistar now slapping to the beat on his steering wheel while the other two in the car made a quick exchange through the mirror. Glancing back at each other with their multicolored orbs, and a slight smirk on Draeko’s heated face.

“Their music is very violent!” Kanai tried to speak over the volume to which Al looked over and cocked a brow.

“What??” shouting out back towards his friend before the hound reached forward to turn the knob and decrease the volume. “Hey!” He frowned over at the other now.

“I said, their music is very violent,” repeating himself, as he was instructed by the /what?/ response from his friend.

“Duh! Humans are violent, ICP is the only REAL band out there speaking on true human impulse, sure there’s other artists that bite the brand, but THEM?” He exhaled sharply through pursed lips. “That’s real, I respect that. Humans being honest about what they are….vile, violent creatures of selfish nature,” smirking with a cocky laugh to follow before reaching the venue parking lot line. “Fuck there’s hella people…” he grumbled.

“I wouldn’t say all humans are like that by nature, Alistar,” Kanai chimed in, returning back to the previous conversation.

“Yeah, okay,” he scoffed back at the other while focusing on where the hell to even park in this shit storm of vehicles and walking attendees in full clown attire. “Oh man everyone looks so good,” the excitement rising within his voice as Draeko watched the demon practically light up like a Christmas tree.

“There’s a sufficient parking space, Al,” the hound pointed toward an empty spot, the red head spotting it quickly and making his way in, aligning the vehicle before tossing it in park.

“Good eye, Nai! Alright let’s get fuckin stupid!” Al flung open his door and hopped out the car, pushing his seat up for Draeko to get out. Now that they were finally here, the mutt was finding it harder and harder to ignore the shitty feeling that was burning inside of his body. He wobbled getting out of the car and tagging slowly behind the two demons as they made their way through the lot and into the venue entrance, standing in line. He felt woozy and his nose was starting to feel familiarly uncomfortable. God, why today? Why did this have to happen today of all days?

Kanai was quietly observing the other attendees of the concert, obviously and shamelessly looking them up and down, despite the weird looks he got. Alistar was busy eyeing down the security, and the line to get inside while Draeko continued to try and avoid facing either, behind them. He felt his nose starting to unleash a downpour, and this was already going to cause a huge issue.

If his nose leaked, his makeup would run. However, if he rubbed his nose, his makeup would get smudged. It was a double edged sword he wasn’t sure how to approach. They got closer and closer to the front of the line and he was teetering on the edge of release. “Okay almost there, I got our tickets,” Al said taking his cell phone out and pulling up the proof as they got up to the scanner.

“K,” the guard said after checking the validity of Al’s QR code. The three of them slid past and the red head immediately eyed the bar. “Time to get fucking wastedddddd,” he cheered throwing his hands up into the air as he grabbed both Drae and Kanai’s wrists.

“Oh…uh..Al, I’ll meet you guys there I have to pee,” he lied through his teeth and the demon could have easily sussed that out but amongst the fellow clowns, juggalos and decorated venue it was hard for him to spend even a second paying attention.

“Alright cub…sounds good,” releasing the smaller’s wrist, bobbing his head back and forth to see the assortment of beverages and whether or not there would be, event particular specific drinks available. You know like an ‘ICP’ drink; Ice, Cognac, Pineapple. Or something clever at the least. Draeko sniffled lowly under the many sounds echoing within the building, the sound muffled in space as the mutt slunk away to the bathroom, yes, but not to pee. The little mutt slammed into a stall and began to blow through his nose, and mouth in a pixie like fit.

“Ihh’gxxnt’iiew! Hh’NDK! K’GNSH!” He tried to reserve himself at the very slightest, covering his mouth with his open palms only finding smears of white makeup and saliva left behind when he looked down. “Hhnnn…” he groaned with discomfort. “Hihhh’GXXT!” Another lurching the base of his core, spraying across the bathroom stall, a sheen layer of saliva glossing his lips. He wiped at them subconsciously.

“Bless you!” Someone called out from within the space of the bathroom. Not a voice he’d ever heard, so he assumed just a stranger trying to be empathetic. However, it made him blush none the less.

“Th-thank you!” He called back with a slight smile on his face, happy to see that humanity wasnt all bad. Suddenly, he reached in his back pocket for his cell. Turning on the front facing camera he looked over his makeup and frowned as half the white foundation used around his lips and chin had been smeared off now. Hm. This is exactly what he was afraid of. Worse yet, it looks like he’s been just going around sucking dick or something. This wouldn’t do. He couldn’t let them see him like this.

He stuffed his phone back in his pocket, grabbed a few handfuls of toilet paper, also shoved them in his pocket and walked out of the bathroom. Looking around he saw the merch table which was a steady way across from the bar, it would be perfect. He could already see the back of their heads, slamming down shots. Draeko skittered into the merch line, trying to see if by chance, they were selling face paint. His orbs scanning over the many items available he saw it. A cheap clown makeup set for sale…$30?! Jesus…how do these people sleep at night. Regardless of the ridiculously inflated price, he would just have to pay it if he wanted to keep his secret under wraps. His eyes heavy as he swayed in the line, trying to keep himself from blacking out under the pressure pounding inside his head.

On the other side of the venue was Alistar, and Kanai, with a round of 15 shots in front of them both. They were 5 shots each in, already.

“I don’t understand why humans make those movements and faces when they drink these? They’re quite delightful..” the hound spoke while holding one up to the other in a cheers, before knocking it back without a flinch.

“No, cause seriously, I fucking love rotten veggies and fruits, Alcohol is ours right? Dad did that? My dad…not yours…” chuckling with a slight slur to his inflection and Kanai cranked an eyebrow and thought about it.

“Logically you would think, however, wasn’t your uncle the one who could turn water into wine? Is that not alcohol?” Back to this age old question; is alcohol of the devil? Or God’s creation. A question they’d had for a long time since coming to earth.

“Yeah but that’s pussy alcohol, Uncle J couldn’t turn water into fuckin Jack Daniels,” pointing to his best friend with a very serious index finger.

“You make a point,” tipping his head, Kanai considered this before throwing back, another shot. “I think this should be my last then,” he spoke easily after swallowing down the mess of liquor.

“There’s…1,2…345678….1011…14 shots left!” The red head exclaimed before pounding another back himself. “13 shots left!” He corrected himself immediately with a side smirk.

“Okay, Al, but I won’t be held responsible for who or what I may do with that much alcohol in my vessel tonight,” shrugging his shoulders, the demon divided the rest in half. Swiftly without much hesitation, both of them began to toss each one into their mouths.

“Oh I’m counting on it, buddy, Sincerely am,” the crimson eyed demon grinned ear to ear, the makeup only making him look more sinister as he did so. Al followed swiftly behind, drinking each shot back with ease before there was nothing more than a graveyard of empty glass. “Shall we find our pet then? Get a good spot in the crowd?” Kanai began to slowly feel the dawn of alcohol dusting over him and he nodded, in a quiet response while following behind the red head. Alistar was adamantly searching for the smaller, a bit different in this dark and crowded setting.

Draeko was purposefully stuffed behind a corner trying to replace the makeup he smudged before he could be seen again. Luckily, as cheap as the set looked, it didn’t take much product to get him covered up again. He slammed the compact shut and stuffed it in his pocket before looking himself over in his camera. “Okay…everything is fine,” sighing with slight relief but that was far and few in between, because the heat of the added bodies against his own feverish one was starting to make him weak in the knees. Fighting back against the slow deterioration of his skeletal structure and well being, Draeko stepped out from his cover and began his own search for the two men he came with.

It was only a few moments before he saw the tall demons, scanning the packed crowd for, presumably, him. Locking eyes with Kanai, he smiled and waved his hand weakly, flagging them over, Drae was already in the middle of the crowd by the time they made it to each other. “Hey squirt,” Al ruffled the smaller’s already messy with thick gel, hair. Slightly regretting having done so.

“Hey, get your drink on?” Trying to remain casual, collected while speaking to the two demons.

“Yuuuuup, can already feel it, ‘hat bout you Nai?” The hound was looking very intently at the small mutt, studying, analyzing his face. Something was up, he could tell by just how casual the other was trying to be, it more or less made it obvious.

“JUGGALOOOSSSS AND JUGGALETTES! NOW PRESENTING OUR MAIN COURSE, INSANE. CLOWN. POSSEE!” And as the crowd began to shove and push at the three of them, it broke their conversation and caused Al to wobble aimlessly back and forth. “Whoa fuck, let’s try to get to the front,” gripping both of his mates by their wrists again he shoveled them through the crowd so the demon could get as close as possible, managing to get them to the barricade. “Fuck yes,” his hands clasped the metal as his bright eyes stared with amazement up ahead.

Draeko started to sniffle and snub quietly, trying to hide behind the tall red head in secret. He could tell Kanai was on to him but he wasn’t able to hold back his worsening symptoms. As the lights dimmed, and gave him a slight advantage, he rubbed his throbbing nose on the back of his hand, impatiently throwing it in tight, rough circles and once again, smudging his makeup. As the music began to blare and the intro started to play, Al watched closely for Violent J, and Shaggy to run up on stage.

Kanai was not paying any sort of attention to the stage set, or even the excitement in his friend’s face. No he was much more intrigued by the little mutt stuffed between them, trying to keep his face from hidden few. Reaching downward, slowly with alcohol oozing past his usually respectful demeanor, the hound gripped Draeko’s chin and slowly turned his head. Now facing each other, he could see the dripping line of snot reflect off the flashing lights of the stage, which seemed to fuel something deadly inside of him. He cocked an eyebrow.

Draeko looked up at Kanai with an essence of innocence, though he was taken by surprise when the hound lifted his face. “Don’t tell…” he mouthed and pleaded with watering eyes, before he realized there was something sinister living behind Nai’s gaze. Drae swallowed. Sniffling weakly. Kanai smirked simply, his index finger now traveling down the other’s chin to his chest before gripping his shirt tightly and pulling him into his chest. Leaning his large body he whispered into the back of Alistar’s ear.

“Our pet has been hiding a secret from us,” and even though, his favorite band was finally playing, the music was bumping and the vibes were almost immaculate enough to immerse the red head. He slowly, eerily, turned on his heels and looked directly downward to see the sniveling male tucked into Kanai’s chest. He looked up now at his friend with a smirk.

“Oh?” He mouthed unable to be heard. Without much movement from either of the two larger, Kanai simply continued to hold that slanted grin across his normally stoic face. With a sharp, almost violent twist, he turned the small mutt to face Al, and with an aggressive grasp of his open hand, turned Draeko’s jaw upward to expose him.

His makeup was smeared around his nose and mouth, nostrils exposed and visibly chapped, his lips quivered as tear stained, white cheeks bursted into flames of embarrassment. How could Kanai expose him like this ? He felt more than vulnerable in this current state, but as his head was turned into an upward position to look up at Al, it also opened him up to the photic pressure of stage lights. The flashing of the stage decor proving to be too much, and his small frame shook before he finally lost control. “Ehh’Gxxtch! GSH’IEw!” It hit Alistar across the neck by surprise, the other not quite tall enough to decorate his perfectly dressed face.

“Oh Ho? Good eye,” The red head spoke out loud, though it seemed to be eaten by the sounds of ‘In My Room’ playing loudly amongst them, Kanai could read lip his best friend, loud and clear. “Shall we?” Raising a mischievously red brow. He was met with a hungry, almost darkened gaze from the other’s heterochromiatic orbs. Wasting no time the two each took one of Draeko’s sweating palms and rushed him through the side of the crowd, crimson eyes scanning every and any venue available to turn their pet inside out.

“Backstage?” Kanai pointed toward the far left area, guarded by two large men but Al smirked devilishly before nodding back behind to his friend.

“Got it,” the three approached and immediately the guards were ready to stand their ground, but one heated look from the red head and a few moments in time, Al was synced in.

“We have VIP, we are allowed back here, no one else is permitted to follow or open the dressing room lounge,” he stated the following as if the red head had been working there this whole night, and almost to confirm he had, the security both nodded their heads, stepped aside and allowed the three to pass through the curtain. Once behind the stage, there were many people buzzing about, and otherwise not paying much mind to the group. They slid their way past the hall to the dressing room with a very large star plastered on the wood of the door.

“Eh?” Raising a cocky, yet satisfied brow back at his best friend, Kanai, raised his own back in confirmation. The three of them slid inside the room, locking it closed behind as it was almost immediate that the atmosphere changed. Each demon turned to face the mutt who’s cover was now, incredibly blown.

“Ok…HGNXT! Wait…” he tried stifling the incoming brew, while also giving himself adequate time to explain himself and his disposition.

“See? Keeping secrets,” Kanai shook his head, folding his arms across his chest as the alcohol within his system began to outweigh this normally stoic, and calm demeanor. He was almost, hungry, glaring Draeko down as the mutt snuffled loudly.

“No! K’GNSH! ehh’Gxxtchh! It’d nod lig thad!” Waving his hands about himself frantically in front of his body, as he was backed into a wall by the hovering men he swallowed nervously, wiping at his nose with his sleeve.

“I don’t know….Nai…it looks like there was malice behind this decision, what do you think?” The darkness only spreading between the two, feeding off each other now. A dangerous position to be in.

“Definitely, what good was he providing by holding back on you? He knows what a delightful treat this is…” Kanai’s tone was so different, it brought chills down the hybrid’s spine, the hairs on his arms raised as the hound stepped into him. “Why would you withhold a treat from Donnie, hm? Pet?” The hellion rarely reduced him down to an owned vessel, but something about it now…was making his already reddened face hotter than before. Kanai lifted Drae’s chin with his index and thumb, pinching him with a tender squeeze as he forced his eyes up into the ceiling light.

“I-…d-didn’t— hihh’GXXTsh’iiew! H’GXTSH’ue!” It ached and itched, staring into the brightness only forced the sneezes out faster.

“Oh but you did,” Al clicked his tongue, slowly undoing his belt now with an echoing clank that bounced off the walls of the dressing room.

“Nai? Present him,” he looked over at the other, almost with boredom behind his eyes, but a much darker hint of mischief hiding within.

“Rightfully so, Donnie,” the man responded before swiftly, his hand let go of Draeko’s chin only to grip him in one swoop by the neck. His fingers tightened before forcibly dragging the mutt to his knees, turned around now so he was facing Alistar, Kanai standing behind as he forced the smaller’s face up to look at the red head.

“K’GNSH’iiew! Wait I— ehh’GXTTCH!” An assault of fine drizzle dusting the air and spaces between he and the demon. Alistar grunted like a feral animal, only wishing to have been closer to the casualty of spit.

“That’s gonna feel real good on my dick…no covering… make your hands useful,” his head nodded in the direction of the hell hound watching intently behind Draeko’s kneeling body. The pink and mint haired sniffling mess nodded, wiping his hands off at his thighs. “AHT, you can’t rub my mans dry like that…come on,” Drae whimpered with slight embarrassment, being used for their pleasure and entertainment, he wriggled helplessly for friction where he kneeled.

Cupping his hands in front of his mouth, the mutt blinked a few times, before directly looking into the light above Al. It felt like static trickling from the inside of his brain down the center of his nostrils. “H’h…”

“That’s right cub, go on,” Al bit his lower lip with anticipation, Kanai working his own belt and zipper while they waited for Draeko to blow.

“Hh’NDKT’ih! H’GXXTsh’uh! Plead….” The mutt whimpered for mercy as his eyes wept and his nose reddened. The spray came out in a quick explosion, moistening his hands, but when Al looked down he shook his head.

“More,” now the navy haired man spoke, his voice sending a chill down the center of Draeko’s spine.

“But I— Ihh’gxxnt’IIEW! Ehh’gxxtch’IEW! K’GNSH! HN’GSH!” This time a wave of messy saliva came ricocheting off his lips and into the fleshy pit of his cupped hands. Now as they glistened under the harsh lighting, the red head smirked with satisfaction.

“Much better,” Al looked up to meet his gaze to Kanai, they both grinned at each other, something Kanai never does unless…he’s being mischievous.

“Excellent work, Ko…” the hound praised the male kneeling in the middle of them. The alcohol burning in his veins as it only made him thirstier for more, dying to hear the other squealing in a puddle of his own miserable symptoms. Draeko nodded as his nose dribbled slightly, the red head reaching down to wipe it away with the back of his thumb then across the fabric of his jeans.

“There you go, cub,” smirking before he began to fully unsheathe himself from his pants and boxer briefs to expose his hard length to Draeko’s pouting and swollen mouth. His hands already reaching one to grip Kanai’s also now freed length, and Alistar’s. Twisting his body just slightly to get the right position. He started slowly slicking his salvia covered hands over each cock, squeezing as his fingers pressed tenderly into their veins.

“Hnn..hh’…” trying to fight it off as his focus was trying to make the two men feel good, though his head was forcibly shoved back, reunited with the breaking overhead light and a rough voice.

“Out with it,” Kanai licked his teeth impatiently, hips very slightly meeting each motion. His fingers tightening with the other soft strands of hair.

“H’GXTSH’ue! Hihh’GXXTsh’iiew! Hh’NDKT’ih!” Draeko sprayed a mess of saliva all over the brunt of Alistar’s well kept red bush. Droplets of spit living within the soft hairs there. The demon groaned, they both did, watching the mutt’s wet mouth pout up at them.

“You’re so god damn sexy,” Alistar growled low from within the base of his chest. “Nai? Assistance?” His gaze switched up casually to meet with the other’s equally lust filled gaze.

“My pleasure,” he responded before directly forcing Draeko’s gawked mouth forward toward Al’s twitching length. Taking the scene in at hand, Drae knew what was being demanded of him.

“H’gxNT!” Draeko ate the sneeze, stifling to keep it at bay as he then was faced with Al’s waiting length.

“Nah, give your Master a good one before you suck…go on,” he licked his lips while red orbs gazed down at him hungrily. The pink and mint haired male nodded with tears welling in his eyes while the tickling sensation of torment prickled up his sinuses, and his reddened face could hold fast no longer.

“K’GNSH’iiew!!” It blew out all over the male, and before he could even shut his lips and wipe his face clean, the demon shoved his cock clear down the hybrid’s throat, making him gag slightly at the sudden pressure.

“Gooood…don’t forget Nai…” his words came out staggered as he tried not to be selfish in this. Kanai’s thrusts getting faster as he watched the scene unfold.

“Hmm impossibly he’s doing very well…however the hand is getting almost, boring,” he considered the options as he stepped back. Drae looked up at Al, over at Kanai but inevitably his eyes rolled backward when the large hound grabbed him by his haunches and properly propped him on his knees. “I’m very interested in being inside that warm little entrance of his,” almost like a salivating dog, Kanai could no longer find the right threshold for responsibility. Ripping the male’s jeans down his ass and pooled at the ankle.

“Hnn~…” Drae moaned, but as he felt Alistar’s length slipping in and out of his throat, he found it was not a solution for the consistent itch. For the never ending boiling prickle that fought its way to the surface. “Ggg…” he gargled around the anti-Christ’s cock, whimpering when he felt Kanai push both his cheeks apart and a very warm, wet object was tickling at his hole. The hound’s mouth closing around it, sucking, and penetrating the puckered space with his tongue.

“Look at you, sicker than a dog, but still happily taking cock from your owners…..you’re such a good slut,” Al nearly purred with the words dripping off his lips, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his makeup. The white foundation starting to crack and break through the other’s furrowed brows. Draeko’s makeup long smeared a while back, but as snot and tears trickled down leaving clear streaks across patches of misused white, both the hellions found a very interestingly new Fetish on board.

“Maybe we should put Drae in makeup more often,” Al laughed. Kanai pulled back from the smaller’s ass if only to respond and align his own length as he looked up with a darkened grin.

“I like that idea…it looks…delicious while it melts off his face,” there was something behind the grey hellion’s tone. It wasn’t the usual monotonous sound, void of emotion. This was something scarier, like a creature that had been living inside him all along. Void of any consideration as he usually held, this was the sound of something sinister. Alistar chuckled, grinning deeply at the other.

“Good to see he’s still in there,” referring to the natural demon within them both. The hound nodded with an ominous grin displayed over his features, and with a quick spit into his hand, he rubbed it over his length, and without a second to consider, shoved his way past the tightened ringlet. Draeko felt himself filled to the brim, trying to keep his concentration, but he could only press his forehead to Al’s hip bone. His hand worked, and pumped, his tongue lapping and licking desperately but he was so full. His nose. His ass. His mouth. So full. He whimpered weakly and both the hellions chuckled through breathless grunts.

“H’GXTS—!” But as it was flying out mid sneeze, the demon shot his cock back down his throat to feel the tightened contraction and choking struggle of Drae’s throat around him. “G-STXH!” Gagging behind the red head’s length, drool trailing down the sides of his mouth, eyes blood shot as he rocked back and forth between his mouth and ass being filled by either demon.

“Oh this was a great idea, Nai, I’m so glad you caught on….” the anti-Christ grunted through his tense jaw, they both lifted their arms and clasped their hands together. Now both of them using the force of Drae’s holes like a seesaw as they made eye contact.

“It’s even more incredible after the beverages…” Kanai chuckled breathlessly, before grabbing his best friend by the back of the neck and pulling him in for a long heated kiss. It was a tangle, a collection of bodies, tongues and sweat. Whoever was to come in here later was going to be displeased with the musky, hot scent of sex drenching the air.

Draeko’s body trembled, and fought against the natural instinct to collapse under these two larger men but he wasn’t raised a bitch. Instead he only planted his knees harder and worked to bob his head at an increasingly noticeable speed that caused the red head to moan deeply into the navy haired man’s mouth. “H—ah…” Kanai separated their kiss only to lean back and put a ton more force behind his thrusts. Kanai’s hands gripping tightly to the mutt’s hips, digging into the flesh with possession, while Al’s hands were buried and tightly gripped to the smaller’s sweating strands of hair.

“Im gonna fucking …..bust…fuck…” Alistar grunted as his back arched, his thrusts getting desperate while Draeko’s wet face looked up with pleasing green and grey eyes. Almost begging to be filled up like a Twinkie from both ends.

“Alistar….Im…” the hound trying to get his own warning in, but at the time both demons struggled to keep their orgasms at bay, Drae, too, found himself in a particularly demanding obstacle. He needed to sneeze, again. His throat was shoved to the brim with cock, he would choke, surely. His brows folded inward and he did his best to fight against the forcible hand that just kept shoving him back down. Alistar pushed himself until no more could physically go in, and he bursted hot seed straight down the mutt’s mouth. As his orgasm rocked him, his grip loosened which gave the hybrid the perfect opportunity. He pulled his head back and out it went.

“ehh’Gxxtchh’iew!!!” There was a mixture of cum, and saliva that came out in a mistral cloud in front of him, spraying across Al’s slowly draining length, and as he watched Drae suffer with his nut leaking out his sneezing nostrils. He couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction as well as starting to notice Kanai getting more erratic. Watching closely as well to the other’s weakened disposition. It was enough to send him over his own edge.

“Ha…hhh—…” the hell hound stammered before his ecstasy consumed him, spilling deep within Draeko’s hole, he nearly slumped over, had he not forgotten where they were.

“Fuck…we should probably clean up and get the fuck out of here before…” a jiggle of the handle, and swift knock on the door.

“Hey who the fuck is in here?” The familiar voice of Violent J could be heard by them all from outside the door.

“Holyshit…It’s J…” the redhead whispered nervously as he fixed himself, looked in the mirror and started fixing his hair as well.

“Do you plan to fuck J as well?” Kanai asked curiously, wondering why there was a sudden need to impress as he slowly pulled himself out of Draeko and began to tuck himself away.

“No….I mean….you think he would?” He turned around suddenly, almost, a little too hopeful.

“Uh…guys dod’t mead to be a bubber but we godda go home,” Draeko snuffled softly as he finally wiped at his nose, and mouth with his sleeve, though staining it with the blackened marks of makeup.

“Correct, we should get the fuck outta here,” Alistar nodded before doing a double check that everyone seemed….as decent as they could. It was pretty damn clear Draeko got his entire body defouled but Al and Kanai looked relatively normal…despite the smeared makeup from when they kissed. Regardless, Al opened the door and opened his arms wide as if he knew the two artists standing behind it.

“J! Shaggy! Nice to meet you! Big fan!” The demon winked trying to distract from the fact the other two were trying to shuffle their way out of the room.

“Who the fuck are these clowns?” Shaggy asked his musical counterpart with almost a look of pure annoyance.

“Fans?” J looked back just as confused z

“Excuse me gentlemen, sorry to bother, my friend is a big fan, but realistically we just wanted to fuck our pet back here, all is well now,” Kanai clasped his hands around each wrist of his roommates and quickly pulled them out of the dressing room, down the hall, and out the back exit toward the parking lot.

“Did they just….say..?” Shaggy turned to J both of them bewildered and confused as the three misfits made their way from the scene of the crime.

“I missed the concert….but I love cumming,” the demon shrugged. “Plus I get to hear those cute kitten sneezes all night and possibly all week, BONUS, I met the band, so how can I even be mad?” Al snorted before slinging an arm around his best friend’s shoulders. “Good game in there,”

“Agreed…however, my head is starting to hurt rather badly now…I think the alcohol may be turning sour on me,” his grey hand came up to fondle and massage at his aching temples.

“We will just stop and get another bottle, you’ll be fine…we gotta pass out candy and scare the kids anyway,” Alistar started fishing through his jeans again to find the car keys. Quickly pulling them out in order to get the vehicle unlocked.

“Al…snddfff…cad you aldo picg me ub some chiggen noodle soub?” Draeko being the first to climb back into the car, he lazily flopped against the side of the backseat, curling his legs up to his chest.

“Yeah, I can pick you up some soup, kid,” Al responded simply, getting into the driver’s seat and looking behind at the mutt through the mirror.

“Danks…” he sniffles again before they all pile their way back into the car and make way for the rest of their, sickly Halloween.

The End

Author’s Notes: I’m sorry I’m laaaaaaate! Truthfully I didn’t wanna post without the cover :T Geez is my bread and butter. Hope you guys enjoyed a bit of a feral Kanai 🥵

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loverboy-cc · 1 year ago

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Chores

Kinktober day no. 6

Her smile widens, the anxiety crawls from your diaphragm up into your throat.

Pairing: Yae Miko/cis fem sub reader

CWs: Manipulation, dubcon bc of coercion, power imbalance, a sprinkle of gas lighting

AN: Reader is explicitly referred to as a girl, and I reference afab anatomy more than once. Also I did some looking into what irl shrine maidens do and it’s a lot of menial stuff like cleaning and running any shops in the shrine.

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Yae Miko is a fascinating woman; understatement of the century I know but still.

So it was both horrifying and incredibly interesting when she started personally overseeing your day to day activities as a shrine maiden

Most of what you did was keep the place tidy, not that you were any good at it. At least that’s the conclusion you’d came to with how often Yae would come “teach you to do the chores correctly.”

Said teaching often involved her very, very close to you. The ends of her soft hair tickling your face and the light, airy smell of her perfume filling your senses.

“You summoned me, Guuji Yae.”

“Yes, thank you for your swift arrival.”

Yae sat perched on a bench within a secluded part of the shrine. Passively toying with the gohei she often carried with her as she looked at you, disappointment written on her face as she sighed and stood.

“Join me on a walk, we have… Much to discuss.”

You nod and follow behind her. It was strange in a way, she kept a respectful distance between you both as you left the shrine and made your way down the mountain. Her behavior was in no way strange, but after the close proximity of your lessons with her and the easy smile she had worn during them; her distant smile and the newfound distance stirred an anxiety deep in your chest.

The walk down the mountain felt agonizingly long. But when you did eventually reach the north alcove yae was the first to speak.

“I’m sure you’re aware of why we’re here, no?”

You blinked owlishly at her, besides making sure the little cave was tidy you’d rarely been down here. She appears shocked at your lack of knowledge, and the anxiety digs it’s roots deeper into your diaphragm.

“I see… It's because of your inability to correctly see your tasks done without my assistance. I’d be more understanding if you would accept the help from other shrine maidens. I understand that some people tire quickly. But the others I’ve asked to help you say you’re unwilling to help with your tasks.”

She sighs as you wrack your brain trying to remember ever neglecting your tasks.

“If this behavior keeps up… I can’t promise you can continue working at the shrine.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, someone had to be lying about you to her! You can’t remember ever deliberately neglecting your duties.

Yae smiles sadly at your little outburst.

“I wish I could agree but there has been enough other shrine maidens speaking against you I can’t defend you anymore…”

You pick up on the “but,” that she doesn’t say. And jump at the opportunity to try and fix this whole situation.

“Guuji Yae there needs to be something I can do to fix this. I promise I’m not deliberately neglecting my tasks.”

She stills and looks you over, something flashes behind her eyes and despite everything you know about the woman, a chill squirms down your spine. She looks away and you release a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

“I can technically vouch for you. With my word there’s little anyone could do to touch you.”

She looks to you with a coy smile, the discomfort returns with a vengeance, you get the sense you’re not going to enjoy whatever she has you do… but you value your job, and you enjoy the shrine despite how little you seem to do for it.

“What do I need to do? I’m.. open to just about anything.”

Her smile widens, the anxiety crawls from your diaphragm up into your throat. She steps closer and you physically resist the urge to step back.

“Seeing as you prefer my company, I’d like you to assist me personally. I’ll see your usual tasks get completed in exchange.”

That’s… so much less than you’d expected? You nod enthusiastically and she steps closer yet, looking down at you through her fluffy hair.

“I’m glad. Meet me here this evening after the maidens stop selling fortunes and I’ll start training you.” Her smile doesn’t falter as she leaves you in the damp cave.

Yae is already there when you arrive. But she is missing the top most layer of her typical outfit. Leaving very little covered.

The anxiety that had finally settled returns tenfold as you try not to let your mind wander about the true reason Yae summoned you here. It’s obviously just her casual wear, why are you being weird about it?

It was not in fact just her casual wear, and somehow Yae went even further than your brain had hoped guessed she would

Forcing you to bury your face between her smooth, plush thighs and eat her out until she decided she was done. Long after your knees had gotten sore from the uneven rock below you.

Yae pulls you away from her by your hair. She looks at you with the same sly smile she did when she cornered you with this idea, the only thing pointing to her having enjoyed you at all is the blush on her cheeks and the ever so slight glossiness in her eyes.

“Good girl, stand.”

You scramble to your feet, trying to fix your own very disheveled outfit as she talks.

“You’re lucky you’re amusing. I want you here at the same time every night. I don’t recommend disappointing me, little one. We both know what’s on the line here.”

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randomidiocyncrazies · 2 years ago

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daaaaaaamn new ep of Gwitch CRAZY!!! it’s a total cliff hanger in which nothing really gets resolved lol, but since there’s gonna be a break between the two cours it makes sense why they don’t wanna show their hand

spoilers and initial thoughts under the cut

the theme of character A doing something horrible to save character B, only for character B is lose all trust in them was interesting. It touches on the idea that in wartime and extreme situations, the morals of survival becomes muddied. If you’re saved through immoral (or at least ethically dubious) means, how do you interact with the person who saved you? can you forgive them? can you live with yourself, knowing what it took for your life to be saved?

We see it with Nika and the Earth House kids, as well as Suletta and Miorine at the end. Without Nika all the Earth House kids would’ve been crushed by Sophie, and the only reason they didn’t get slaughtered is because Nika managed to call them off using secret callsigns. We don’t know how much the Earth kids have put Nika’s background together, and we don’t know far their mistrust of her goes just yet, but the shock and betrayal in Martin’s voice signals that she’s going to have to deal with the fall out soon. (I expect we’ll get a range of reactions again, since the Earth kids are a diverse bunch. Some would probably see her as a monster for being part of a terrorist group, others would argue that they’d all be dead without her etc.)

Miorine’s reaction is more concrete: she is absolutely horrified and disgusted by Suletta squashing the attacker and acting totally nonchalant about it. She knows she and her father would’ve 100% died without Suletta flattening the guy like a pancake, but Suletta’s cheerful demeanor is so creepy and off-putting that she is monstrous to Miorine (which Prospera might take advantage of, to isolate Suletta and make Suletta more dependent on her???)

Note that Prospera and Suletta also had a variant of the “A does something morally dubious to save B”—and while Suletta was initially conflicted, Prospera is so good at manipulating Suletta that Suletta agrees with her philosophy very quickly, and becomes willing to kill. Prospera has successfully created a child soldier who is willing to kill people she views as enemies with little to no hesitation in order to protect the people she loves. How far could Prospera twist Suletta’s perception of who the enemy is?

As for the corporate/tech stuff... we find out that the Antidote doesn’t work for Gundams beyond Parmet Score 3, and I think there are going to be 2 factions going forward: one side wants to develop a better Antidote, and the other wants to focus on developing their own Gundams. this would most likely escalate into a war fought using Gundams—which was supposedly the reason why Vanadis Institute was wiped out, with the ethical crisis being war machines that kills their own pilots should not exist—and could be part of what Prospera/Elnora is going for with her revenge.

Also, Vim Jeturk is now dead, so Jeturk Heavy Machinery would have to deal with a succession crisis. When Shaddiq’s involvement comes to light (which it absolutely will), Jeturk and Grasseley would probably explicitly become enemies—and I doubt Shaddiq being un-adopted/thrown out will solve the problem.

Of course, Jeturk was in on the plan to assassinate Delling, so both Grasseley and Jeturk would most likely lose a lot stock if it ever gets out. With El5n’s comment about staying out of that whole mess, I think Peil Tech might have the advantage going forward regarding the corporate stuff? Like, in terms of starting on a stable front and not having to deal with internal upheaval due to this event.

(That said, I absolutely think El5n is going to screw El0n and/or the Piel CEOs over... he does have a wicked personality after all.)

Shaddiq’s non-reaction to the assassination plot failing is also interesting; I don’t really have clear thoughts about that right now, but I do wonder if he actually cares about Grasseley Defense and his adoptive father. tbh i can’t really get a read on his motivations, so... he most likely has a plan for either outcome of the assassination plot, but I don’t really get why he’s doing the stuff he’s doing. (ALSO i just wanna know how he recruited his squad... so far they’re devoted to his goals, even when he casually talks about splintering the Benerit Group and blatantly goes behind his adoptive father’s back, they Sabina knows he’s been plotting Benerit Group’s downfall for years...)

And Guel... bro’s been through so much and now he has to deal with the fact that he accidentally killed his father. I honestly don’t know how his character arc will develop, but I do want him to be kinda okay by then end of it (unlikely, but still.) My friend and I thought he’d become Suletta’s ally, but after watching this ep i’m less confident of that.

tbh the specifics of Vim’s death bothers me a little? Guel has good knowledge of his company’s products, and the way he was acting after he incapacitated his opponent (his dad) suggests that he wasn’t going for a killing blow—so the fact that Vim got so fucked up and his suit explodes quickly afterwards felt a little weird to me. not so much that it’s unconvincing tho (and accidents happen all the time, especially in extreme situations like armed conflict).

like... if Vim had answered Guel’s initial intercom communications instead of trying to kill him, this entire thing wouldn’t have happened. parents, remember to communicate with your kids: it could literally be a life or death situation

EDIT: I have since re-watched the scene, and during the battle Guel was under pressure to fight back and survive however he could. I don’t think he necessarily intended to kill his opponent, but survival wins out against pulling his punches. That said, his desperation to establish communications again after incapacitating his opponent suggests that he thought his opponent would be in a functional state to take in his words, and that clarifying his identity is important.

(also, i think it’s so interesting that Vim dealt a head blow, but Guel’s was to the cockpit—Guel is the master duelist where head strikes are how you win, while Vim had shown that he’s willing and prepared to kill people since our first introduction to him in the series proper, but in this battle they strike at areas that would be associated with traits of the other.)

#gwitch spoilers #gundam #gwitch #ric reacts

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ashtraythief · 8 months ago

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So, firstly, I just have to say, I mcfreaking LOVE your work. The Underneath series? Mwuah, chef’s kiss, changed my brain chemistry. I will forever be inspired by and cherish your work. Perhaps I can’t properly express my appreciation for your writing and the characterizations and world-building you’ve done, but please know that I appreciate your work dearly and it never fails to inspire me to write better every time that I read something of yours.

That being said, I was re-reading the Underneath series, yes? And I’m on the second chapter of Pressure Point where Busy tells Jared that Alona was the one to reach out to her. And I realized something. Although you’ve never touched upon it explicitly in your fics from what I can remember, I realized that, just like the other agents that aren’t on a case, her information is accessible on the FBI’s database, something of which we know Jared has access to. We also know that Alona is Jensen’s make-believe sister. In True Lies Jared mentions that Jensen had once told him that he and his sister look similar. What if Jared wants a photo of her? Or even just wants to know concretely how she looks like? I can’t remember if Jensen had actually ever shown Jared a photo of her — being that he was extremely protective of her because as we know he can’t let Jared get any sort of close to Jensen’s real identity which includes Alona in herself — but if he hasn’t yet, it makes me wonder (and scared!) how that might bring upon the beginning of the end for them. Because then Jared would be able to connect the dots. “Your sister looks like Special Agent Alona Tal? Your sister IS Special Agent Alona Tal???” And see the thing is, even Jensen doesn’t know that it was Alona that approached Busy. He just knows it was Morgan who set everything up. So he wouldn’t know showing Jared a picture of his “sister” is a deadly mistake.

Of course I’m not actually sure if Alona’s information is even on the database or if Jensen would ever show Jared a picture of his “sister,” but it was a possibility I realized while re-reading Pressure Point and rediscovering that it was Alona that approached Busy, not Morgan or one of the other agents.

Truthfully I’m scared of the possibility because obviously I love the boys and want them to live a happily ever after together! But I suppose I had to share my horrified thoughts with you and get some insight on this possibility.

Thank you again for all the work you do! I’ve gained so much from you allowing us to read your creations and I’m all the better for it. Keep doing what your doing and be proud of the work you are doing!

- An avid fan <3

Omg *flails wildly* nonnie, thank you so so much for your kind words, I'm kind of speechless. Obviously it means a lot to me when people enjoy my writing but knowing that it inspired someone is insane? And lovely? It's all the things and I have all the feelings now, and I can express them properly like the good writer I am lol.

As for your question, omg, that is a deep dive. And I get the anxiety, but I think the simple answer is that Jensen will never allow them to meet and never plans to show Jared a picture. Mostly it's because Jensen never thought the charade would go that far. I think Jensen never expected to be with Jared for years and that Jared wanting to see/meet his sister would eventually become a real problem. It could be now, but I think the longer Jensen is with Jared, the less he pretends to be in contact with his sister and as someone who doesn't have a lot of contact with his own family, I don't think that Jared finds it very strange. Esp bc Jensen's reasons for keeping her away from all the crime stuff are solid. So I think Alona/Jensen's sister aren't a problem. Jensen has other problems and liabilities that might be much more dangerous in the future 😅

And I can only return your sentiment, nonnie. My life has become so much better since I've started writing and sharing my stories. Sometimes knowing that people enjoy my fics so much they take the time to send me tumblr messages still feels absolutely batshit. In the best possible way. And while I am proud of (most lol) of my writing, l am most proud that I can write something that brings other people joy.

Thank you so so much 💙

#anon ask #underneath verse #truly so grateful nonnie #I really needed that today

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badgraph1csghost · 2 years ago

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How to Use a Computer, Part 2: Why You Need an Optical Drive

First, what the $#!& is an optical drive? This term refers to a drive into which you load CDs, DVDs, or Blu-ray discs. “So a DVD player?” No, an optical drive.

A lot of people remember when DVD was the most common way to watch videos, before streaming. However, software publishers also sold their stuff on DVD-ROM. Believe it or don’t-- the very first version of Skyrim was released on DVD-ROM. Microsoft Office used to come on DVD-ROM, and before that CD-ROM. How old is the CD-ROM standard? Old. Late 1980s.

That’s why they’re called “optical drives”, because that’s easier to say than “CD-ROM/DVD-ROM drive”, even though that’s exactly what it is. Modern ODs can usually also read Blu-Ray discs.

Newer PCs these days are being built without ODs, and that’s a big problem; especially if you want to use discs to store files or run old software. An easy alternative to having an OD installed is to get one that connects up to the USB port. Like I said before, literally everything that has a practical function connects to a USB port.

Explicitly, why do you need an OD? Because of the vast array of media possibilities that exist for people who are able to load disc media on their computers. File storage, video DVDs, music CDs, and all the software ever made for Windows 98 through 7.

Some ODs are tray-loading, like your grandma’s Windows Me computer; you press a button and the tray pops out for you to load a disc (tray ODs designed for use with laptops will have a spindle in the middle that clamps the disc into place to prevent it coasting about during transport). Others are zero insertion-force, or slot-loading, like the Nintendo Wii and WiiU; insert the disc into the slot and the OD will pull it into itself.

To use a disc, place the disc onto the tray or insert it into the ZIF slot; either way, make sure the reflective side is facing down. If using a tray-loading drive, close the tray. The PC should recognise that something has been loaded into the OD and will ask you what you want to do with it; usually the options are to run any Autoplay process the disc has, prepare it to have new data written to it, open the drive’s file directory, or cancel without taking any action. If you’re installing software from the disc, select the Autoplay option.

If the disc is blank, Windows will ask you to name the disc and decide whether you want to burn media to it (i.e. write data to the disc permanently so it can’t ever be changed) or use the disc like a USB drive, jockeying files around between computers and changing the contents of the disc. If you’re making an audio CD that you want to play in a dedicated CD player, you’ll want to burn files to the disc. If you’re just making an archive copy of your N64 ROMs folder or something, use the disc like a USB drive. “Burning a CD” sounds dangerous, doesn’t it? It isn’t, honest. It’s just a computer term, like “paste”.

This next bit is perhaps the most important, yet the most ignored. Do Not Ever Touch the Reflective Side of a Disc! Read that again, out loud this time. The oils in your skin will cause the data surface of disc media to deteriorate over time until the disc becomes unreadable. If a bit of dust or something lands on the reflective side, brush it off with a dry cloth; if liquid gets onto the reflective side, lay the disc onto a dry cloth and let the liquid absorb into the fabric. If the liquid was anything other than plain water, make a copy of the disc as soon as possible, especially if it’s an archival disc, because most liquids are acidic or basic enough to cause a reaction with the adhesives that hold the disc together.

Another problem is clouding and oxidation. If you’re certain that your disc’s data surface is clean, but computers or other devices are having a hard time reading from it, check the data surface for cloudy, swirly, or fragmented patterns. This is especially common with older discs, say from the ‘80s to about the turn of the millennium; companies hadn’t quite gotten their adhesive formula worked out then and a lot of them break down. Also, the data surface should be clear, like a mirror; it should have no colour to it. If it’s brown or yellow, this is an indication that the adhesive has oxidised. If the disc is still readable in a PC, make an archival copy of the disc as soon as possible.

That’s about all we have for disc media and optical drives. Tune in next time as we cover some of the most common filetypes in Windows.

#how to use a computer #optical drives #disc media #instructions #cd rom #dvd rom

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nightnightsleeptight · 11 months ago

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I’ve had a crazy idea. Why not write the story I’d love to see but with sapphics? It would probably be extremely amateurish since I’ve not written much except poetry in ages!

I sent my irl friend an idea ages ago but the FL’s love interests were men. But who’s to say I can’t make it sapphic??? I wouldn’t be able to show my friend since if too many people know it will read the but there’s a lot of GL lovers here including myself!

Or, even make the FL bi since I crave explicitly bi leads who are proud of it!

Do I have characters? No, but maybe I can reuse my old novel’s characters and change them up a bit!

Now that I’ve written this definitively watch me never actually do it.

Here were the messages summarised:

FL to her love interest in a tense moment: “You are my life and I trust him with my life” (direct quote I copied from the message)

The main romances are she loves someone, but then falls out of love with them and falls for the other love interest. The one she’s always with, who understands the risks of her life because they experience everything together, the one she trusts her lover and life with. The one who later becomes her life!

My initial thoughts say mafia romance, lots of heartbreak and making both characters lovable in their own ways so people are torn between them! Idk about mafia romance though now, because as much as I love action and fight scenes (hand to hand, sword, gun, anything!), I’ve written exactly 0 fight scenes in my life (not including a Pokémon fight when I was like 10 which I struggled with lol). I also wrote about including spice, but realistically, as someone who doesn’t particularly care for sex and hasn’t had it, idk how I would make that work lol. Although, I do prefer an emotional build up in romances and real tension to sudden romance.

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Other stuff!

If you read this far, I love you and thanks for reading my idea which I’ll probably never write (and if I do, probably will forget about or get too busy to touch 😭)

Also I’m now excited for my entrance exam tomorrow - I’ve truly gone through all the emotions in three days - it’s for my dream uni and I’m not sure how well their system and Firefox may hold up. They said it only works on Firefox but knowing me the tech will hate me and we’ll have to call them up 👀

Night night, sleep tight everyone! It’s 8pm for me but I’m planning on sleeping early tonight for an early start tomorrow! However, I keep pushing the time back so if you see me online after 10pm London time feel free to scold me and kick me off ❤️ I’ll thank you for it lol

#idk what to tag this as #but hell yeah #this was inspired by how I was torn between the leads of Lightlark #and I wanted to read that shit somewhere else #anyways please feel free to suggest ideas and/or to write this if you like - please tell me bc I want to hear from people ❤️#nightnightsleeptight's scattered thoughts #nightnightsleeptight's miscellaneous #very soon I am going to change my tags to either nnst or nightnight bc why are they so long I can’t see what they are on desktop #I’m on mobile now but still #hehe I hope someone likes the idea and gets it 🤡😭❤️

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cookinguptales · 2 years ago

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the look on Nandor’s face when he talked about watching The Wedding Planner with Guillermo

Nandor making Guillermo try on groom’s clothing before his wedding

the genuinely hurt look in Nandor’s eyes when Guillermo was like “YOU JUST DID!”

Nandor actively sabotaging his own wedding and repeatedly asking Guillermo if he’s against the wedding

Guillermo being supportive but also the most stressed he’s ever been in his entire life, which kind of seems like he’s got some buried stuff wanting to come out!!

Nandor only being convinced to use up the rest of his wishes when Nadja and the Guide told him he was hurting Guillermo

Nandor only having the courage to go out on stage after Guillermo promised to stand by his side no matter what and the naked vulnerability he was willing to show to him

Nandor confiding his deepest fears and desires in only Guillermo, which is explicitly the thing he wanted a significant other for in season 3

The fact that Guillermo clearly knew exactly what Nandor really meant when he said “best.... man” and beaming at him

Nandor only looking happy at all at his wedding when he was talking to Guillermo

Nandor admitting he has no intention of turning Marwa to be with her forever

Nandor walking away from his wife so he could be disgustingly tender towards a sleeping Guillermo??

HE TOUCHED GUILLERMO SO MUCH IN THIS EPISODE...

Marwa never showing Nandor a speck of real affection but being blatantly flirty and extremely physically affectionate with Guillermo after she’s magically made to like whatever Nandor likes

“Wow, that’s a lot of kissing...”

Nandor realizing that his wife doesn’t love him and didn’t want to marry him and doesn’t want to be there! And that he really only wanted a wedding, not a wife! But now it’s too late to fix it!

NANDOR HAVING THREE MORE WISHES THAT HE HAS TO USE VERY CAREFULLY...

ohhhhhhhh friends my ship is LIVING and I am LIVING and how am I supposed to FUNCTION for the next four weeks???

#nandermo #wwdits #wwdits s4 spoilers #I just keep letting it play on repeat this is an illness

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aesops-boy · 14 days ago

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Yeah, no kidding it’s not healthy. The idea that others want you to die or just don’t care is incredibly depressing. Depressing is not healthy.

Truthfully, I don’t actually think most people want me to die. The point of this post is to get out/explain those icky emotions, those feelings.

But what’s hard is to be met with seeming callousness. What’s hard is to be met with sentiments again and again that a person would rather “make a point” than care about the real, living, breathing people around them. The idea that someone would be complicit in othering the people like you or even people not at all like you but who do face the threat of losing everything.

Those are what hurt.

And I already know a lot of it is social media. Like I said, it’s probably the algorithm pushing stuff to me to make me feel bad. That’s what it does. But that doesn’t stop the feelings. Acknowledging that helps to do things to prevent those posts that elicit those feelings, actual actions that I can think about rather than just be stuck feeling, like blocking accounts or interacting more with the stuff I do like.

And I’m lucky enough that I can literally go outside and touch grass all I want.

It doesn’t change the fact that I have to come back inside eventually to family and friends (now ex-friends, thankfully) that actually do feel how I described. Who don’t give a shit except to “make a point” and have actively chosen again and again to vote for people who say the absolute worst about others, including the people like me.

And no, they probably don’t actually want me to die. But there’s something about saying one thing but doing another that really makes a person feel that maybe that’s not true, feel hurt and betrayed and unsafe.

And I’m sure there are people who would say the same about me. They have the freedom to say what they want. They can feel just as hurt. I hated all the major candidates because it felt like no matter what, ideologically, I’d be hurting good people with a vote. And not voting didn’t feel better.

It’s not a happy situation. Of course social media doesn’t help. My physical situation doesn’t help.

It’s worse when people are nice about it. “No, I don’t want people like you to die. I just think your inherent existence is deviant and a threat to children and unhealthy, and I’m going to pretend that you’re not like that so that I can reconcile the fact that otherwise I’d be saying and thinking all those things about you. I refuse to acknowledge that treating you this way is killing you except when I feel too guilty about it and then call you overdramatic and tell you that of course I don’t think you’re like that. Then, I’m going to change absolutely nothing about how I choose to think or act.” That is an explicitly spelled out version of the thoughts of people I can’t escape by touching grass, at least not right now. Some of it has been told directly to me, and the rest is the obvious unspoken.

So it’s a good thing my original post was about how things feel rather than how things may or may not actually be. I really hope that things are as you say, and that people really don’t want people like me to die. That’s just not how it feels to me.

I will hurt now. I will act to change my situation when I can.

(Also, if you think I complain too much and need to go touch grass, I kindly suggest that you block my blog. I do a lot of complaining and expressing hurt that doesn’t make sense or line up all the time. It’s what my blog is for. And usually, touching grass doesn’t help.)

Everyone has probably already said and read all there is to say about the US election, but I need to get some things off my chest, so here we go:

I’ve seen a lot of blame from blue toward people who voted green. We knew it would split the party… is what blue would normally say. But this time, it really looks like it didn’t. Jill Stein hasn’t gotten any significant portion (read: not even 1%) of the vote in any given area, except apparently one place in Michigan? (As of writing this, at least.)

And to their credit, I’ve seen a lot of blue actually point this out, too. A lot of blue have acknowledged that as easy as it normally would be to blame a third party splitting the blue vote, it simply does not add up here.

However, I’m a bit disappointed with green. Maybe it’s just my algorithm, which would make sense given that social media gets a lot of success from trying to make you upset and therefore engage, but the responses from green have been troubling. It seems like every one that I see is… celebrating? That they made the “right” choice? The “ethical” choice? That they didn’t vote for genocide?

I mean, sure, I guess technically they didn’t vote “for” genocide… but… there is simply no world where an individual could reasonably believe that for this election specifically, all those blue votes were going to flip green. In fact, it might have even required red votes to flip green.

And it hurts because in deciding to vote to… ease their conscience? No, they didn’t split the vote per se, but it still hurts. “I decided to toss my vote! And I’m glad that blue didn’t get elected because it shows that voters will not stand for blue not supporting Palestine!” is what it sounds like. And what are the Palestinians supposed to do in the next four years with someone who is Hell-bent and has explicitly stated that he wants to wipe them out?

And I don’t want to make everything about me or about people in this country who clearly are not being bombed. But it also hurts personally because you can basically substitute Palestinians for any given minority in that sentence, and it will ring true.

No, green didn’t split the vote. But… can green only act morally superior because blue didn’t win? It feels like some weird version of “owning the libs.” Would it have been different if blue had won? What would it be then? Would green double down on claiming that blue voted for genocide? Would green claim that at least blue realized to not vote red or that even red saw the light and flipped? I don’t know.

And again, it hurts because for every celebratory video I see, every call that claims that green showed blue that they were serious about not voting for genocide and that they will organize and try to get green elected next time…

I hear, “I didn’t care about throwing Palestine under more bombs if it meant I could keep people from voting blue. I didn’t care about Project 2025 if it meant I could keep people from voting blue.”

And no, it’s not fair to blame green for how things turned out. But this is why I at least get so damn hurt seeing these celebrations from green.

I want green to organize. I want green to put a third party that could actually win on the ballot. I want green to put in the work on a large scale between these big elections to get the electoral votes. And I want green to put in the work at the local level to get a third party in from the ground up. I want a third party. I want to never be in this situation again.

As usual, the blame lies with the blue party, red party, and red voters.

The blue politicians alienated their voters. As much as green’s celebrations hurt, what I heard from the blue party was, “We’re willing to compromise with red by giving in to them and getting nothing in return. We’re willing to try to appeal to voters who will never vote for us. We know they won’t. But we’re still going to do this anyway.” Of course I know most of the blue politicians don’t give a damn about me or people I care about. But I was hoping they at least wanted power. This is such an extreme alienation, too; are they really so confident that they can retain their status as the only other option? Maybe. Maybe that’s exactly it. I don’t know. But I know it hurts, too.

And of course, red. Oh, red. Where do I even begin? Red politicians… repulsive. They say the absolute worst about people, especially those who are vulnerable to them. Red voters… I don’t understand. I must assume they truly hate people like me, or at the very least, they simply truly do not care what happens. When their neighbors disappear, when the blood runs in the streets, it will be fine to them. Maybe that extreme makes some of them uncomfortable, so they simply do not believe it will happen.

“Blue is oppressing us!” they say. So they vote for people who have promised to oppress blue harder. But those people are not just oppressing blue. They’re oppressing red who look like blue, who come from the same place, who aren’t the type of red they want.

“I just want things to be normal and prices to be cheaper,” says “more reasonable” red. Then why vote for the ones with an entire plan, a manifesto, laid out on exactly how they’ll make everything very un-normal? The prices won’t be cheaper when you’re unprotected. The big money would rather see people die than live so long as they can make money, so long as they can keep costs to themselves low, so long as they can make prices high. What makes you think they’ll see you as any different?

But I guess if more people like me (and many more who are not like me in the slightest) die, then gas will be cheaper. Certainly less demand.

I guess if more people like me (and many more who are not like me in the slightest) die, then that’s just divine justice for not voting green.

I guess if more people like me (and many more who are not like me in the slightest) die, then that’s just even fewer people blue politicians have to pretend to care about.

Enjoy those eggs.

#responding in good faith #feelings don’t always reflect the true state of things #feelings are valid #feelings are hard #good thing the og post was just about feelings #obviously I’m not immune to criticism #but I thought I’d clear some stuff up #us politics #us elections #2024 presidential election #aesops boy #little red aesops boy

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