#anyway moving onnnnn

[watchyourbuck]

Not to be overly sensitive on main but knowing I watched the bucktommy kiss live makes me so emotional ?? bc I’ve been part of so many fandoms and I’ve shipped so many gay (gn) couples and I’ve always felt like having them in my heart and in written word was enough but this feeling of being seen and being part of a community that celebrates with me and cries with me and see myself and my people reflected on a big screen not just as a concept but as a reality is so validating and idk im just so happy to have experienced that with you all

[hoshiina]

just spent a solid hour screaming on twitter because I'm about to lose best chigiri stan (BLLKTWT AWARDS I WAS NOT NOTIFIED OFF) when I literally carried chigiri nation through its darkest ages (2020 2021 2022) but perhaps it is time to move on considering I'm aging. perhaps it is hoshina soushirou arc for real

but just to live on my past glories for a little longer I will show you the silly medals I have collected across my years as a chigiri stan.

the first one in this row is actually so important i actually sent nomura (illustrator of blue lock) valentines day chocolates for chigiri one year and he got them. successfully. my most insane moment by far... also the last one on this row yes he is life sized. yes that is 177cm tall.

ALSO ALL MY LITTLR ONES. MY BELOVEDS

[bonestrouslingbones]

btw what they dont tell you about socializing more & putting yourself out there more often is that after 3 days of doing so you will find yourself alone in your room in a perfect recreation of the family guy death pose

[whentherewerebicycles]

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[unluckilyimnot]

lazy day with bllk boys

characters: sae, rin, nagi, karasu, reo

fluff

m.list || rules || requests are open :)

note: i had more ideas but i got lazy lmao, feel free to ask for more

Sae + beach day

it’s better when it’s sunny but honestly he just needs it

he goes whenever he has a day off

you two usually eat around the harbor, take cute pictures, visit a little if you can

Sae loves beach more than anything in life but if you ask him he’ll never admit it. Yet that’s where he find himself naturally going when he needs some fresh air and needs to clear his mind. It happened to be rather cloudy today, but it means less people outside so he’s not complaining. He didn’t felt like dealing with people trying to talk to him. Beside you.

You always tag along since you’re a sea lover as well – and that you love collecting rocks.

“Sae, Sae look at this one !” you cheered while getting up and rushing to him. Showing off your really cute, red rock to him with a smile, he can’t help but nod with a little smile in return before offering his hand. You leave it to him so he could clean it up before giving it back to you. It’s an habit now, because you hate it when you have stuff on your hands.

You took his other hand and started walking around the beach again, admiring the view even without sun or boats. It was calm, just like you like as well.

“There.” He gave the rock back to you as he secretly promised and he couldn’t wait to see where you’re going to put it in his apartment.

Nagi + gaming

understand : usual day off

he’s always gaming anyway but that’s the rare occasion you play with him

“Ah… Ah! Aaah!!” you whined, almost throwing the controller across the room. You fell on your back, laying down with open arms. “I think I’m gonna die now. It’s fine, I can’t face the shame.”

“You did great.” Nagi added quietly, already getting ready for the next game. You two were playing Mario Party together, one of the only game you play in fact. “Come on, I choose the next one.”

No answer.

“Come onnnnn.” It was his time to whine but when you still didn’t answer him, he had to use his special technique : laying flat on top of you. A strangle oof left your lips before you tried to pus him. It’s your tall, heavy boyfriend against your limited strength.

“Move !!” you command but it fell into deaf ear. You cry even more, not really in the mood to receive the treatment you gave.

“Okay,I’m sorry ! I’m ready now move please ! I can’t breath !”

“You’re a liar,” he started, pulling himself up on one arm. “You’re still breathing.” You roll your eyes at his statement.

“No shit.” you scoffed before pushing him for good. “I’m gonna win this time.”

Nagi only nod, knowing dawn well you won’t but still loving your enthusiasm.

Reo + bath and skin care

he likes to take care of you and himself

his day off are dedicated to that

+ funny picture to decorate your wall

A mask now setting on you face, your whole body was immersed in hot, bubbly water and all your muscles were finally able to relax. Your back resting against Reo, you look up to catch him looking at his phone, with a mask on his face as well.

You two just had the best skin care routine hour and Reo had the wonderful idea to run a bath. That’s how you ended up with both you hair up and you blowing bubbles around like a child. It’s been a while, you missed it.

“Babe, hear this,” and then he goes on about some news about one of Mikage corporation’s partner and their research. You don’t get about everything about business but you still into it as well, but you weren’t really in the mood. Kissing his jaw, you answered.

“What about I don’t and you try to disconnect a little ?” You took his phone off his hand after whipping your hand. Reo sighs behind you but you didn’t mind. His head laid on your shoulder, waiting for you to come back in the water. After putting a soft, lofi background music you were back in the hot water and in your lover’s arms. Reo slowly stroking your arm while talking about some book he’d like to read, finally leaving work behind. You couldn’t ask for more.

Karasu + reading together

he likes some quality time on his resting day

some tea, a good book and you reading by his side

Karasu couldn’t ask for more when you asked him to make another tea pot. You already have finish it when he only drank 2 cup, but it also mean that you’re really into your book and he loved that sight. You gasping from time to time, holding your month or even when it shows that it takes you everything to not get up to run laps around the house.

You know he likes to have close while reading session but sometimes it just physically hurt you. And he makes fun of you every times. His laughter filling the whole place, light and so annoying but you can’t help but tag along after a few second.

You can’t even give it back because he doesn’t react at all, annoying you a lot, but you accepted it in the end.

All of that with the tea he kindly makes every single time you two sat down in his living room to read.

Rin + him reading for you or vice versa

depends on who’s tired

but he reads better than you

still find it calming when it’s you

“ “I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.” “Huh ?” I asked –” you quoted, reading one of your favorite book to Rin. He was laying his head in your lap, kind of falling asleep from time to time but still catching up when something bothered him in your tone or the story.

“She’s annoying with her maze.” he noted.

“I think he is to not get it.” she answered, sounding a little offended. “He’s annoying all the time in fact. I get her, but I don’t get him.” she added before going on. Rin knew that, he heard about it enough, yet he never once read it and the last time you said you felt like reading it again, he asked you to read it to him.

You two don’t really share any tastes in books, but you still kind of enjoy it when the other is reading it for you. You usually get fed up by his reading and Rin found yours comforting, but maybe it’s just your voice. He likes the fact that you try, maybe a little too hard, to show the emotions. It’s deep too, in some kind, and he knows you’re especially close, if he may say, to the things you read. It’s like discovering you again.

i hope you liked it !

it's me, i collect rocks. the book y/n's reading in rin's one is Looking for Alaska by John Green.

[bucknastysbabe]

This is pure crack taken seriously. Fuckin in publix places.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Public sex, the Targtower horrendous family vacation, Daeron is in the picture (he isn’t), Bodyguard Criston, age gap, almost daddy kink, spitting in mouth, sink sex?, pnv!sex, v!fingering, oral fixations, Degredation, dirty talk, Criston is Old, Aegon is the FBI’s sex crimes hound he has a 20 mile radius

Taglist: @bambitas @moncherrii @aemonds-holy-milk @fairysluna @lovelykhaleesiii @arcielee @sugarpoppss2 @targaryenbarbie @gemini-mama

I do not work at this establishment Nope not at all

It was obscenely hot. Your family was on the annual trip to Clearwater for a summer vacation to the beach. Also known as the Targtower explosion failure tour. You and Daeron had coined it that two years ago when Aegon had drunkenly exploded the back yard trying to set off fireworks.

Your mother wheeled your decrepit father around, a floppy sun hat on his spotted head. Viserys was…rotting…sort of? Cancer sucks. It wasn’t really like he was there anyways, all of you were sent to boarding schools. Ole’ Vizzy invited his eldest daughter, her children, and Uncle Daemon to the grand beach mansion this year. Probably because he’d be dead next year.

Whatever it may be. It will be chaotic. Aemond was already scribbling furiously in his totally not a diary journal. Your family had stopped to get subs and some refreshments at one of the many Publix shopping centers dotting Florida. It was a busy Friday, so the whole clan was rotting along with Viserys in line.

Aegon slipped off to, “Stock up on booze.”

No surprise there. You eyed the family bodyguard Criston to gauge his reaction. He looked bored, gaze following Aegon. You ogled Criston’s summer wear. He looked pretty fucking good with some bitty shorts and a summery button-up polo. You’d been fucking the man since, well, every holiday or vacation since last Thanksgiving.

Which you thought would be hard. Not really as most of your family didn’t give a fuck about anything but themselves or were on something. Otto had been the closest to catching the pair of you. Taking a step behind Helaena you whispered, “Come up with something.”

Criston’s dark brows furrowed as he mouthed back ‘what?’ You rolled your eyes and murmured, “Find a reason for us to fuck off from this line, mom knows the orders!” Criston’s confusion settled into a calm facade. He spoke up, “Ali, the squirt and I are going to get some ice and other stuff, just text?”

“Sure, go ahead, this line isn’t moving anytime soon,” she sighed, waving them off.

Free from the hellish deli line you echoed “Squirt?”

Criston rubbed the back of his neck, laughing, “I mean I am 20 years your elder, and I make you squirt?” He stopped and peered at the signs, gasping when you dragged him toward the bathrooms. The bodyguard questioned frantically as you moved.

“W-what are we doing? Oh my, no, I know what you’re thinking, no!”

His big hands paused you by the shoulders. Criston sternly stated, “I’m supposed to be watching over everyone, not boinking in a public restroom! At a Christian establishment!” You frowned, throwing the man puppy eyes, pressing yourself into his trim frame. The grocery workers were probably disgusted but not surprised.

Leaning up to whisper you whined, “Come onnnnn, live a little, they’re just in line, a quickie? C’mon Criston, m’so fuckin’ wet for you baby.”

His jaw clenched down on a ragged growl. You stroked a hand down his chest, “Enjoy it while we can, soon I’m going to be frolicking around in my bikini while you gotta watch my dad.”

That seemed to win over the man, sighing and dipping into the women’s bathroom with you, taking up the biggest stall. Criston shoved you against the black stall, growling, “You’re such a damn brat, what got you all wet in the car, hm baby?”

“Mmm, I was watching you drive, your hands, wanted them ‘round my throat, fingers on my tongue baby.”

Criston’s dark eyes rolled a bit, the big hands in question slapping down on your ass as he hissed, “Drive me insane, goddamn.” He closed in toward your face and kissed, moaning soft and low. You shoved down his shorts, gently pulling at flushed cock. The bodyguard gasped and bit your lip, snarling, “Needy aren’t we?”

You nodded, opening your full lips. Criston spat into your mouth muttering, “Filthy girl.” You mewled when he picked you up and propped your ass on the sink. He told you to shut up while thick fingers slid up your skirt, ripping the thin material of your panties off. You bit down on your knuckles, whining like a damn puppy.

“Cock slut.”

You loved when he called you that. You also loved when he took your destroyed panties for his own keeping. Criston was a bigger whore than you. Folded so easily when you made the first move.

Criston murmured, nipping at your ear, “Goddamn you didn’t lie, little dirty slut, gonna have to fuck you now, god, don’t know how anyone just doesn’t look at you and know.”

“K-kn-know what?”

“What a deviant, cock-hungry slut you are baby,” he laughed quietly, pressing a couple kisses to your lips and jaw. You gripped weakly at his hair, panting in sharp little mewls. His dark eyes greedily roved over your tits falling out of the low-cut top, writhing on his thick fingers, begging for his cock.

Criston hissed, shoving his fingers down your throat to quiet your desperate begging. Tears fell down your eyes as you realized he removed

them between your legs to shove down your mouth. You shivered— more tears leaking down your red cheeks as you helplessly tasted your own essence.

The bodyguard grinned sharply, cooing into your ear, “Figured that would keep you quiet. Fucking whore.” His dark hair fell forward as he gazed at your cunt, adding, “Lookit’cha, already trying to suck me in, hah.”

He aligned his weeping cock with your horribly empty pussy, bullying his way in, free hand coming to rest at the small of your arching back. You shook at the sudden, deep intrusion, suckling Criston’s thick fingers with a mewl. The bodyguard was making forceful little thrusts

into your cunt, trying to keep the noise level at a minimum.

He mouthed at your shoulder, neck, panting dirty nonsense. You grew tighter around him, the lurid nature of this situation making you throb harder. Criston chuckled in your ear, strained from his very methodical fucking.

Usually the man wanted to be soft and sappy, fuck for hours. Or go to pound town. He was currently stuck in an awkward predicament and couldn’t do either.

“You’ll be bringing your pretty ass to my room every night after dragging me into this shit.”

You nodded eagerly, squirming on his length. Criston groaned at your unexpected response, his girl already fuck dumb on his ass, she’d have some sexy bratty remark right now. He refocused on jerking his hips up, hitting that soft spot at the roof of her pussy.

Criston shoved his left thumb in her mouth to get it wet before snaking it down to her engorged clit, throbbing and twitching in time with his direct little thrusts. He groaned raggedly at her involuntary shiver, milking his prick further along.

A pair of voices giggled from outside the stall, “Oh my god, they’re fucking? Don’t forget a condom!”

Criston’s eyes widened. He needed to wrap this up before anyone got suspicious. He pulled out a bit to slam back in, swirling his thumb, even popping a puffy nipple into his mouth. The brunette even began to massage her warm tongue.

“Mm, Mm! Cri- mmmmm!”

He grinned up from her tits, rumbling, “Come for me pretty girl, come on, do it now, we have a time limit!”

He didn’t mean to mention the time limit. Whoops.

You nodded, eyes rolling back as you were deposited into bliss. Criston hungrily replaced his wet fingers with his mouth, kissing away and swallowing desperate noises. Shuddering against his bigger frame he coddled and pet you, cock pumping along until he tensed and blew his load partially in you, partially in a papertowel, groaning your name.

His sappy puppy eyes were out now, the elder man breathing softly against your face. He hummed, “Alright, let’s get dressed yeah?” You nodded and tucked your tits away, putting wild hair into a ponytail, and straightening your skirt. The panties would have to be missing, hopefully no cum would leak out.

Criston looked a bigger mess, his curls all over the place, shirt askew, shorts on the ground. He breathed out huffily, “Please help me.” You smirked at him, getting Criston presentable for the great outdoors, of Publix. Regardless, both of you looked like you’d been fucking in a bathroom. Whatever.

The deli line had only moved 3 more spots, finally putting your mom and Vizzy, now asleep, in the front row. You held some sunscreen while Criston had the box of ice. Aemond raised a brow and scoffed. Aegon, significantly drunker than you’d last seen him sniffed loudly.

“It smells like someone was fucking? Who was fucking?”

You watched in horror as Aegon sniffed out Criston like a hound. He snatched up Criston’s fingers and stared before guffawing, the body guard shoving your eldest brother away. Aegon was on hand and knee now, laughing, “Sorry, I- HAHAAHAHAHAHAH- okay, m’god I prom-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH”

You kicked his shin, Aegon yelping and tripping. Eventually Otto stepped in and handed out orders of food. Why was he wearing a pimp outfit? Oh my god?

You grabbed some peach Tea while Criston snatched an energy drink. You hummed, “I mean how many times can you say that you’ve been fucking in Publix?”

“Yeah, that’s ten swats.”

[rrr-is-gay]

RRR ON-SCREEN KISS OPPORTUNITIES, rated for her pleasure

1. Immediately following the fisher boy rescue. They go onto the dock and kinda embrace one another but fail to kiss. Not okay. 3/10

2. The thigh touch scene. Come onnnnn, I know they’re talking about Sita, but they coulda squeezed a lil kissy kiss in there, if they had any courage at all. 8/10

3. RAMBHEEM SQUAT WORKOUT. Not exactly the ideal shot for an onscreen kiss; we’d need to get a little creative with the camera work to keep it cohesive. But it would be the literal hottest thing EVER, so I hate that it isn’t real. 8/10

4. MAKEOVER SCENE!!!!!!!!!!!! This one demands a kiss, multiple times! The beard trim? Pop a lil kiss on his nose, Ram! The hair treatment? Kiss his forehead! Changing his shirt? Bheem, give’m a nice lil smooch! It’s practically canon, the camera just cuts too quickly for us to see it. 10/10, peak kiss opportunity.

5. Pre-Naatu. How fucking SWAG would it be for them to just pop the fastest lil kiss on each other’s lips RIGHT at the moment they dunk on Jake for not knowing Naatu? This precise moment, when Bheem twirls around and Ram puts his arm on his shoulder? KISS!! 6/10

6. Post-Naatu piggyback ride. Would have loved to see Bheem kiss Ram’s cheek here. Totally ungrateful that he doesn’t. Wtf Bheem. 9/10

7. Sopping fucking wet. Bheem could totally pop a quick kiss onto Ram's lips before administering the antidote here. He's all up in Ram's face anyway, tending to him, caring for him, healing him. A nice kiss would help!!!!!!! 7/10

8. MARRIAGE CEREMONY. Bheem. BHEEM. You adorn your lover with the holy thread of your tribe, but don’t seal the deal with a kiss?? Maybe he thinks it’s dubcon cuz Ram is basically unconscious. Would’ve loved a kiss here, but I respect the consent king. 4/10

9. REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME IN BED. Bheem could have AT LEAST kissed Ram’s hands here, I mean wtf!!!!!! You think you might die tonight, and you could be saying goodbye forever, and you DON’T kiss????? 10/10, scene incomplete without a tender smooch.

10. Devastating fight. Bheem could’ve gone out on a limb here and really brought Ram back to reality if he’d gone in for a kiss. A bold move, yes, but not out of character for Bheem. 3/10

11. Pain, pain paaaaiiinnnn. Ram is more devastated in this moment than he’s ever been in his entire life. He would absolutely kiss Bheem’s head while holding his limp body in his arms. Only gets a pass cuz Ram is still undercover and a kiss would’ve given him away. 2/10

12. Hand nuzzle. CANON, I TELL YOU!!!! It’s CANON that Bheem kisses Ram’s hand here! It was only cut from the film because of homophobia! 11/10

13. Burn this lanka down. Okay. It’s one swift move to pull Ram out from the cell and onto Bheem’s shoulders. So a kiss on the lips couldn’t work. But Ram could, and should, totally kiss Bheem’s head right here. And Bheem should kiss Ram’s wrist! The fight can wait one millisecond!!! JUST KISS ALREADY! 8/10

14. Bridal carry. A nice swift peck from Ram to Bheem would really boost both of their morale right here. And it's such a brief shot, I'm sure the kiss happened, we just didn't get to see it. Once again, homophobia. 9/10

15. CANON CANON CANON CANON. I don’t wanna hear ANY debate or disagreement on this one, you little freaks! They DO kiss here! I can see the intention in Bheem’s eyes! That slow lean inward!!!! He’s about to kiss this man smack on the lips!!!! And Ram is so tired, but he’s BLISSFULLY here for it! He’s flat on his back, ready for Bheem’s plush lips to smother his right NOW! HEAL THIS MAN WITH YOUR SWEET KISS, BHEEM!!!! 10000000000/10

16. Phallic rifle. Would love a nice little makeout sesh right here in front of Governor Scott. How fucking badass would that be? Not a little peck either, I want them to get really filthy for a minute, because they’ve earned it! Grip that rifle and stick your tongues in each other’s mouths! Come on, the movie’s almost over! What have you got to lose?! 9/10

17. “What can I offer you in return?” “KISS ME!” This really is the last chance for these two men to show us how they really feel. I get that it’s kinda awkward in front of their friends and family, but it’s all worth it just to make Jenny uncomfortable. (Why is she there?????) Oh wait, Sita’s there too. Meh. I still want them to smooch. 7/10

18. Etthara Jenda! Dance, smile, skip, cheer, KISS! This song is all about victory and pride. Wouldn’t an onscreen kiss just be the cherry on top?! I think so. 9/10

[pondering-gales-left-orb]

Choosing to romance Gale and also trying to do most quests in each area before moving on has to be some sort of special torture because his romance does not advance untill after moonrise towers appearantly so Nare' (my oc) is over here being fucking proposed to by the entire camp and mfing NPCs but shes like "you guys are sweet but no thank you ❤️ anyway Gale ready to kiss me yet? 😍😘❤️💕💓😚💗💞💌💟💘❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹" And the only thing he says back is "tell me how can i help? 🤗" Uuuh by kissing her you lovable idiot come onnnnn meeeowww!!!!

But its worth it i know it is hes fine nothing is wrong with him hes just the literal personification of a 60k words slowburn angst fan fic that never ends ❤️❤️❤️

[chthonicgodling]

THE NEXT ELYSIUM DRAMA UPDATE, starring Tory & EeL:::

“I think… when you panic, your habit is to push people away. Abandon ship. […] You should talk to someone about it.” “I’ve already been thoroughly hauled through the therapy wringer here, lest you forget the forced cascade down memory lane when I first crashed into your company.” “Not thoroughly enough, apparently.”

Boy if that isn’t the understatement of the year🥴

[you are: one • two • three • four • five • six • seven • eight • nine  • ten • eleven • here • thirteen • fourteen (the end!) ]

Here we have The continuation of Loki’s reunion with Toryyy back at the palace, featuring a small sliver of a Canon Convo that’s been chopped to highlight just this specific part because AUGHHHHHHH. Above^ lines are also completely Canon and from that same convo later on but were cut for time from these drawings (along with much more to this chat that, SOBS, i LOVED, but I want to move onnnnn)

Recap: the world of TaKi Fuego IS Loki sandwiched between Maci & Tory in an unexpected clingy situationship culminating in a babyyyy which was jarringly perfect until EeL’s neuroses made him EXPLODE IT. but he’s back now! With Tory marching his ass to the couch so they can talk about what the FUCK just happened.

Once again rounds of applause and TEARS for @fenixethekid, my beloved RP partner & Elysium’s better half, who’s handling Tory & all dialogue in the orange bubbles. Tory continues to be one of the few people who can slip through EeL’s one million defenses, and indeed with him crumpled in his arms (AND HEAVILY HORMONAL LMAO???) we are witness to a rare moment of sincerity, a glimpse inside Loki’s quietly spiralling anxieties and insecurities,,

(Hitting you over the head with a hammer……maybe one specific hammer) HUH WHAT AN INTERESTING WORD CHOICE CHOKED OUT THROUGH TEARS, UHHHHH—

Anyway he’s clearly fine and doesn’t need therapy at all Tory, what are you talking about. 🙄 Well we’ll see who ends up winning that argument at a later date.

I JUST HAVE ONE MORE UPDATE FROM THIS STORYLINE WHICH IS ALMOST DONE BEING DRAWN AS WE SPEAK SO!! STAY TUNED STAY TUNEEEDDD‼️

of course Drama Updates will continue on but. can we pleeeease move past these singular TWO WEEKS and get to THE REST OF THE WHOLE SUMMER UHH,

EeL/greens are mine & Tory/oranges belong to Fenixe! AHH

[flowerandjewel]

Hello. I’m Florian, or Mod Flower I guess. My sister and I decided to set up this blog since we’re moving to Paldea soon. We wanted to make friends online at least, since making friends in person at a new school is probably going to be kinda hard. Uhhhh an about me… I like watching competetive battles on tv or mewtube. We’re from Galar so like, battling in general is kinda big culturally, yknow? I could never strategize like some of those gym leaders could though, have you seen Raihan’s weather team?

Okay okay we get it, you’re a nervous mess that likes to watch battles but not train Pokémon yourself. Okay. Hi, I’m mod Jewel, aka Juliana! Said the galarian way not the paldean way. I had to cut out like a paragraph of my brother going onnnnn and on nnnnn about gym leaders and the former champ Leon and strategies and like. Yeah that’s cool or whatever but we’re fifteen, we should be doing that ourselves now! Hopefully once we’re settled in paldea and the issue of school is dealt with, we can have our own exciting adventure!!! -Mod Jewel

This may not matter now, but for the future-

Mod Flower’s Pokémon: Sir Flatbread the Drowzee, Flint the Houndour, Spookss the gastly (technically registered to Juli for later trade evo purposes), Copper the Hisuian Growlithe, Cyril the Indeedee, Whispur the Espurr (has hisuian zorua genes, long story)

Mod Jewel’s Pokémon: Bowsette the steenee, Lapis the Azumarill, Brightbill the ducklett (noibat genes), Torpedo the gible

Shared Pokémon: Koraidon, Miraidon, Dekopon the Ogerpon, Eclipse the Bloodmoon Beast, Fezandipiti, Munkidori, Okidogi

(OOC below the cut)

Howdy! I’m vesper, of @vespers-pokeblog-hub fame. This is a pokemon irl liveblog retelling of the events of Pokémon scarlet/violet, but with both protagonists and both versions of the story in one universe

Anyone can interact! I don’t know all the terms or anything, but I treat pokemon as sapient, if usually unable to speak with their trainers in most cases, anyways, and even if it’s other versions of Flori, Jul, their friends, etc, rotomblr is a multiverse imo. The twins are used to rotomblr at this point so they’re just like “oh ok might as well happen” about things.

I would like to ask you guys to not tell them how the story of scavio goes, unless it’s really vague like “the professor thing” or “is Mabosstif ok” or something like that- if you “spoil” their story to them I’m probably just going to ignore the ask.

Mails are okay, magic anons aren’t, I don’t know much about all the other stuff, but I’ll take it on a case by case basis, and I withhold the right to ignore anything that I don’t want to incorporate. Mystery gift is open!

This is really just an excuse to replay scarlet and violet, and a way to dip my toes in the Pokémon irl rp scene with a story I don’t have to completely make up since it’s just the canon story but my version haha.

I don’t really do DNIs because they don’t work imo, but I do block if I don’t like something. This probably won’t matter so long as everyone is normal, but this is tumblr, so like. It is what it is. I’m an adult but flori and Juli are kids so be normal, I’m autistic and might misinterpret things but I’m open to (good faith) correction so be normal, just treat me like you’d wanna be treated and we’ll be chill.

[whyse7vn]

IS JIN BALD? -

[ ot7 x reader ]

ARMY FR 🧑‍🦲🇰🇷

8 participants - 8 online

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jungkook: fuck a grammy fr lol

y/n: that shit was how long ago?

yoongi: we are in 2023.

jin: get over it pussy

tae: smooth like butter bro

namjoon: ??

jimin: hobi fell it was funny

hobi: DONT BRING MY TRUMA UP SOMEONE TELL HIM!!!

jk: i am over it

jin: clearly not

namjoon: move forward and focus on work

y/n: he basically said get over it you bitch

jk: i am over it

jin: sure

yoongi: was kinda disappointing tho

y/n: omg yoongi 🥺

here for you bae

tae: can you be there for me pls

y/n: i’m hungry

tae: eat me!!

jk: what

jin: SAME

sorry caps

same.

the hungry part not the eat me part

jimin left the gc

y/n: omg ???

jin: it was about time so sorry was SICK of him

namjoon added jimin to the gc !

jin: jimin my bff hey !!!

jimin: fuck you

jin: remember when namjoon fell down those stairs that one time

y/n: YES LMWSOSODODOFOCOZOOXOX

jimin: OMG YEAH

yoongi: yeah lol

hobi: LMAO

namjoon: 😐

jin: sorry was just thinking about it

namjoon: it was so embarrassing

hobi: at least it was only us that saw it!

jk: it’s okay one time i cried during sex can’t get any more embarrassing than that!!

yoongi: what

jimin: why would u admit to-

y/n: LAMOOO now THAT was fr funny snot coming out his nose and everything

yoongi: double what

tae: wait

hobi: 🤨

y/n: nvm i lied what.

jimin: thought it would be yoongi first ngl

namjoon: moving on

yoongi: 🫣

y/n: and was

jk: HUH ?

y/n: surprise

jin: omg

yoongi: lol

namjoon: MOVING ON

jimin: 👺 👺👺👺👺👺👺👺

what an ugly fucking emoji

who though it would be a good idea what is it’s purpose

tae: looks like you

jin: truth

jimin: fuck you

tae: 👺

hobi: i kinda like it

👺👺👺👺👺👺👺

funky

y/n: hate it

jimin: see the whore gets it!

yoongi: jimin

jimin: ooo scary

namjoon: …

jimin: /j lolz

you guys are NO fun i mean it

tae: cry my a river

hobi: i want you to cry

jin: guys

y/n: cry for me

namjoon: yeah

yoongi: the answer is no to what ever ur about to say

jin: omg?! what a party pooper

jk: party

hobi: pop

*pooper

pop pop pop

jin: anyways

do you think i look good bald 🥺?

yoongi: …

y/n: what

hobi: sure

namjoon: yeah

jimin: ig?

jk: ur bald???????

jin: u guys are so fucking fake it’s unreal

jimin: 🙏🏻

jk: ur bald fr?!

y/n: do you think wonho wants me

cuz i want him

jimin: NO LMAO

yoongi: i don’t see why not

y/n: omg yoongi my number 1 supporter love u down fr 🙏🏽🥺

jk: i’m confused is jin fr bald?

namjoon: tae is that you playing the trumpet rn?

tae: yeah sound ok?

namjoon: no

pls stop

tae: 😟

jimin: give up i say

hobi: sick and tried

y/n: BUT I DONT WANNA MESS UP CUZ LIFE GOES ONNNNN

ate that

hobi: 110%

jimin: flopped

jk: IS HE BALD??????

y/n: i used to be a certified lover boy..

jimin: but-

yoongi: nvm

jin: don’t you fucking dare

hobi:

…

i have to admit this one makes me giggle a lil but also i fr did write this one after the grammys happened then i forgot about it so i had to change a bunch of shit still love it tho

[tiptapricock]

Bloodline

Fandom: Mortal Kombat Legends: Cage Match

Relationships: Johnny Cage/Lord Raiden

Rating: E

Some misc content tags: godly sex, magic that makes Raiden horny, handjobs, blowjobs, nonstandard electric genitalia, trans!Johnny Cage, weird sex (like rly weird), brief breeding kink/fantasy (not acted upon), touch starved Lord Raiden, made up cage cult lore

Ao3 link also but I wrote it all in tumblr drafts like an idiot first so it’s here too

———

“Johnny Cage, please… sit still.”

Raiden’s grip tightened on the man sitting in front of him, attempting to stop his squirming as he ran the wash cloth over his shoulders once more.

“Ah come onnnnn,” Johnny whined, “it’s cold!”

Raiden sighed. “It is meant to be. You have been infected by Netherrealm magic, Johnny Cage. These marks, the demon blood sitting in your veins…” He ran his fingers over the lines and symbols on Johnny’s back before quickly pulling away. The man below him shivered. “The healing waters of the Sky Temple will cleanse it from you,” Raiden continued, “but you must let me do my work.” He paused for a moment, softening. “I am sorry for any discomfort. I will try to be gentle.”

Johnny mumbled something quietly under his breath about shampoo and steam spas, before squaring his shoulders and reluctantly settling in once more. Raiden smiled, turning to dip the rag in the cool, glowing bowl of water on the table behind them. He wrung it out briefly, humming under his breath as he turned back to look over the skin yet to be cleaned.

“Lean forward, please,” he instructed. Johnny dipped his head down, and Raiden pushed the hair from the back of his neck, bringing the cloth to the last of the large diamond still drawn at the top of his spine. Johnny hissed at the contact.

“Why don’t you finish telling me about your fight with Shinnok?” Raiden prompted, hoping to distract him from his discomfort. He did not wish for this to be unpleasant, truly, but it still had to be done. Raiden could sense the touch of the Netherrealm on Johnny Cage, buzzing alongside… something else he could not place. It made him uneasy.

“Oh yeah!” Johnny’s head shot up in excitement before he froze, ducking back down apologetically. Raiden chuckled. “Where did we leave off again…? Oh! Right, kidnapped and tortured by my beautiful and demonic ex-costar. Alright, so—”

Raiden listened intently as Johnny once again launched into a colorful description of the last few days, recounting much of his own hardship and the battles he faced. Raiden worked the cloth slowly from the peak of his back down to the ink on his tailbone, moving up to his arms when he was finished there. He had already heard much of this story from Ashrah’s report to the temple earlier that day, but it was good to hear Johnny Cage’s side of things, and he was entertaining to listen to, if a bit grating.

“—And then I had a fuckin’ epiphany, you know? Throughout my life I’ve been told I’m special, and yeah, that sounds like the most stereotypical asshole claim to make coming from me, but when you’ve got Netherrealm women coming after your ass, it makes a guy reconsider! It was like I could feel this… this power in me.”

Raiden stilled his ministrations against Johnny Cage’s sternum, glancing down at him curiously. Ashrah had not mentioned that.

“It popped out earlier in the fight,” Johnny continued, “a little bit, at least, but I thought it was some trick of the street lights or a lucky hit, I dunno. But then I felt it. Solid. I knew what I had to do so I just went like—” He mimed a punch with one of his free arms, (“Bam!”) and for a moment, his skin lit up in green.

Raiden gasped, a jolt of brightness coursing from the surface of Johnny Cage’s skin into his own. It swept through his being with a surge of foreign mystic energy that left his fingers tight and his head spinning.

“I know right?” Johnny continued, oblivious. “It was wild. But anyway, he couldn’t touch me with it. I could just, bam bang pow! And he took it like a test dummy!”

Raiden nearly buckled. Every sound effect was punctuated with another flash of Johnny’s power, each new surge of light coursing through Raiden’s mind in a wave of heat and desire. A desire for service, a desire for touch. He could not focus. His fingers squeezed for purchase on Johnny’s shoulders, attempting to brace himself, his head light with visions of mortal bodies and twisting, rippling, green.

“And then it—Woah there big man, are you alright?”

Raiden groaned as Johnny Cage’s hand brushed over his thigh, flinching when he squeezed it slightly to steady him as he swayed.

Raiden blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure.

“I am not… I am not sure…” he grit out. His voice was ragged, his mind warm.

Johnny looked concerned. “Maybe you should be the one sitting down right now. Hang on.”

He moved to get up from his chair, and something in Raiden’s chest flared. Immediately, he jerked forward to push him back down, his hands pressed tight against Johnny’s chest, the washcloth dribbling a line of blue over his stomach. Raiden panted. It felt as if every inch of his being had been set ablaze, something foreign and feverish stirring between his legs. This was what he had felt before, past the shadows of demonic blood and rage, this power.

Johnny stared up at Raiden, his eyes wide. “Sooo… this is new.” He laughed awkwardly. “You’re not gonna go all mad god on me too, right Ray-Man?”

Raiden smiled exasperatedly despite himself, shaking his head as he leaned closer. His mind yelled that this was not professional, that he was not acting with respect, but he could not find it in himself to care. Something drew his fingers to trace against Johnny’s jaw, something familiar in its tug, just on the edge of his memory.

Raiden swallowed. “What… what did the demons say was special about you?” he asked, his skin buzzing as he brushed idly over Johnny’s peach fuzz.

“Uhhh… something about my blood being… of the gods? I think?” he said. Ah. “I don’t know if they were being generous or what but my mom did have her fair share of weird stories about old relatives, and I mean, have you seen me?”

Raiden huffed, leaning back. “I have, Johnny Cage.”

Johnny’s eyes widened even further, and Raiden could hear the thump as his pulse quickened.

“And I believe I now understand our… situation,” Raiden continued. His mouth thinned against another wave of fuzzy heat. “There was once…an ancient group of Earthrealm champions, a clan like no other. They honed their bodies and spirits to be in the service of higher powers, to ascend beyond mortal limits and serve their deities with passion and pure will.” His hand trailed idly to Johnny’s chest. “They were bred for the gods.”

Johnny swallowed, glancing away from Raiden’s face and back to it several times in quick succession. “Sooo what you’re saying is…?”

“You, Johnny Cage, are a descendant of this clan,” Raiden explained. “Though seemingly not blessed with all their skills, it appears you still hold… you still hold their power, and it is…” Raiden made a small sound, unable to ignore the draw to the light before him, to the mark of such willing devotion. “It is intoxicating…” he whispered finally, curling into the mortal’s neck. His hat shifted upon his head, askew, but Raiden paid it no mind. His being pulsed with yearning. So close, and yet he dared not touch more.

Johnny was quiet for a moment, before Raiden felt the twitch of him smiling. “Are you saying I turn gods on with my magic warrior DNA?” he asked quietly, his voice dropping low enough to make Raiden groan.

“…Yes,” he murmured. “I would not wish to… to impose this on you. I am sorry.” His brows furrowed as he attempted to step back and give Johnny the space to leave. “I have already been much too invasive. That was not my intention. We may return to your care when I am in better—”

A hand snapped out to grip his thigh, pulling him back.

“Hold on a minute there, thunder buns.” Johnny smirked up at him, his eyes bright and his face far too mischievous. “If you’re saying you’re up for letting me service you—in like… the carnal sense—then I say clap these clouds and make me rumble. I’m more than game.”

Raiden was… shocked would not be the right word (though perhaps the one Johnny would have used jokingly if given the chance), but… flattered. Taken aback. Aroused.

He was not sure how to proceed. He was not used to the physical pleasures of mortal life, they were not something he usually desired. But this was an ancient calling, one that twisted between the very molecules of his body, reaching for him, calling him home with the promise of devout worship and a slick human mouth.

Raiden shivered.

He would not refuse this encounter today. This was an offering he would accept gratefully.

“Very well, Johnny Cage,” Raiden said, reaching up to hold the man’s face delicately. “You may serve me.”

Johnny grinned, and immediately moved to get to work.

He maneuvered the rag from Raiden’s grip easily and tossed it aside, wiping the stray wetness on his pants before his hands settled firmly on Raiden’s hips. Raiden gasped slightly at the touch, whining louder when Johnny’s fingers lit up once more, trailing white hot over the back of Raiden’s legs and the front of his stomach. The feeling was euphoric, a lost connection made whole again, an insatiable claim on flesh and blood. Raiden let his fingers card into Johnny’s hair, tugging gently with every soft moan that fell from his lips as his senses filled with a lifelong echo of old devotion.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Johnny said slyly. “How good do I make you feel, big man?How badly do you want me to touch you?”

Raiden grunted as Johnny sent another punch of charge to his core. “Enough that I cannot wait, Johnny Cage,” he answered breathlessly. “Please.”

Johnny grinned. “Of course, my Lord.”

His hands dipped beneath Raiden’s robes, tugging on the knots of his belt and the twists of fabric until the cloth came loose. Raiden could not help but sigh as his form was freed from its confines, every inch of him hard and aching, fresh light seeping from the space between his legs. He had not been so worked up in eons.

“Woah…” he heard Johnny mutter.

Raiden glanced down and found his eyes wide, managing to muster a small huff of amusement as he shifted himself closer to Johnny’s face. The light of his shaft flickered gently over his features, stray crackles of energy jumping forward as if to reach him.

“It will not hurt you,” Raiden reassured, petting his head idly. “You may touch it.”

Johnny reached forward slowly, pausing only for a moment to glance up at Raiden before finally taking him in hand. Raiden hissed, feeling the hum of energy against warm skin as Johnny stroked him experimentally. It had been so long.

Johnny’s pace quickly increased, confidence returning to his face as he seemed to get a feel for Raiden’s form. His fingers flicked over the length, deft and smooth, his thumb catching under the stuttering tip for a moment and pressing before sliding back down to the base. Raiden keened deep in his chest, a stray bolt streaking out to fizzle harmlessly against Johnny’s cheek.

“I’ve gotta say, this is definitely the weirdest handjob I’ve ever given,” Johnny commented. “But, but, it also may be the hottest. So. Win.”

Raiden was too lost to respond. His gut was churning as Johnny continued to twist him in his heated palm, his skin pumping against Raiden with mystic charge, light leaking between his knuckles and spattering hissing to the temple floor.

It was so hard to keep him in focus.

Every movement made Raiden’s mind brim with old memories. Sensations pushed forward, buoyed on a wave of genetic valor and viscous light that made his stomach flip and tense. Bodies long lost, opening themselves to their gods, crying out as they were taken and filled.

Raiden whined quietly, his grip tightening in Johnny’s hair.

He could sense how precious they were, tender weapons formed from human shapes, built to serve their devotion. Something surged forth as Johnny’s aura sparked, and Raiden’s head tipped back in a silent shout, the echo of hundreds of hands sliding over his torso, rubbing and touching and pressing ghostly kisses into the space of his thighs.

“Johnny,” he pleaded softly, though he did not know what for. Did Johnny even know what he was doing? Did he know what bliss he was pulling from Raiden’s form?

His grip was so firm for a mortal’s. Raiden could feel the steadiness of it, the way Johnny’s energy burned to meet Raiden’s own. His head felt dizzy with it. Heavy and warm, like clouds on the precipice of rain.

His hips began to cant slightly into Johnny’s fist, the air around them growing heated and prickly as his thrusts quickly turned harsh in desperation. Johnny squeezed around Raiden’s base with a small chuckle, his palm tightening when his length slid back to squeeze around the tip. Raiden’s breath burst out in a plume of static.

“Come on, big guy,” Johnny coaxed. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Raiden whined again. He was, Elder Gods, he was, but he could not speak. His mind was too deep in tangles of pleasure and old, lingering prayers, his thoughts swimming with visions of fruitful harvests and warm hearths. Yes. The power surged in satisfaction. Johnny Cage had earned such a reward. How well he had served him. How good he felt.

Maybe it was his lack of response that urged Johnny to move his other hand. He reached between Raiden’s legs, intent, perhaps, to find more flesh to massage, an expected weight to cup and roll. Instead, his fingers slid over the wetness there, the plasma sparking under his touch, and a jolt shuddered through Raiden’s legs. He heard Johnny hum thoughtfully, his hand slowing on Raiden’s shaft for only a moment, before—

“Ah!”

Raiden tugged harshly at Johnny’s hair as a burst of heat curled into him, soft, firm fingers sliding deep into his being.

“Johnny Cage—!” he began, but he was already lost. Like a coiled spring, his form burst, warm, vibrant light spilling in jagged streaks over Johnny’s face, a gush of glowing slickness following from below as something deep and primal rejoiced in the air around them.

Johnny looked smug as he stroked Raiden through it, his movements only slowing when Raiden finally gasped something harsh under his breath and flinched away. He removed his touch then, making sure to catch Raiden’s eye as he licked his fingers languidly.

“My my my,” Johnny said quietly. “Wasn’t that… electric.”

Raiden’s grip softened against his scalp, and he managed a small laugh as his chest heaved. What a strange human. He swallowed thickly, running a hand over Johnny’s head again as he tried to collect his thoughts.

Raiden was sated, yes, the calling deep within him quieted to a lulling hum, but… he did not feel satisfied. There was something… unfinished… an itch.

Ah.

An offering still to be rewarded.

Raiden’s hand moved down to slide over Johnny’s cheek, smearing idly through his own spend as it came to rest on his jaw. He felt the shift of weight as the man leaned into him.

“What’s up, lightning rod?” Johnny asked with a grin. “I leave you speechless?”

Raiden chuckled softly again. “No, no, it is just that you…you have not received your blessing.”

Johnny blinked. “My what now?”

Raiden brought his other hand to Johnny’s face, cupping it carefully as he tilted his gaze to better meet his own. He felt as if he were floating on instinct. This new pull was softer, but insistent; guiding him forward, pushing his mind to other ends. There were two halves of this exchange, Raiden saw that now, and he had yet to fulfill his own.

“Your blessing, Johnny Cage,” he repeated. “Your release,” he emphasized.

“What does that mean exac—oh ok!” Johnny squeaked as Raiden ran a thoughtful thumb over his lip.

“It means…Open for me…”

It was Johnny’s turn to look shocked then. He stared up at Raiden, a soft flush spreading beneath the scrapes and bruises on his cheeks.

“You will still be able to breathe, if that is a worry,” Raiden reassured. He knew human density caused issues with such matters. Johnny shook his head immediately, muttering a quiet No I’m fine, under his breath, before slowly leaning forward to open his mouth. Raiden smiled, petting his temple appreciatively.

“You are indeed special, Johnny Cage,” he said. “Your blood echoes with that of those who came before you, those who swore their beings to their faith.” He began to guide the flickering tip of his shaft forward, tilting his hips slowly until it slid across Johnny’s tongue. Raiden gasped quietly at the contact. “I wish to show you why,” he breathed, watching as Johnny’s eyes fluttered closed. “I wish to show you the worth of this devotion.”

Raiden pushed until his length hit the back of Johnny’s throat, and then paused. Even this, perfectly still, was so much. Raiden was not as hard as he had been before, but he was still sensitive. Energy crackled softly against Johnny’s lips, his mouth humming around Raiden’s girth, and Raiden felt himself shudder for a moment. Being this close to a mortal, so deep inside… it felt right. And yet it… it was not enough. His soul ached for more.

Johnny made a low sound as Raiden’s hips twitched forward slightly, his eyes pressed closed and his brows furrowed. His skin flickered bright for a moment, as if involuntarily, and it sent a thrum of power pulsing up between his gums. Raiden hissed, his hips rocking harder on impulse, caught by the breathless sensation and the dazed warmth that settled once again over his thoughts.

Perfect. Holy. He knew what had to be done.

Careful to start his pace easy, Raiden began steadily bucking into Johnny’s mouth. His lips were plush, his throat squeezing effortlessly around him as it welcomed him deeper. Wet and giving. Perfect.

Raiden’s thrusts quickened, his own slick leaving sticky trail on Johnny’s chin, parting messily in strings of luminescent spend and popping light.

“You are wonderful, Johnny Cage,” he whispered, a sound rumbling deep in his chest as he pressed himself even further inside. Johnny made a confused noise below him, but Raiden paid it no mind. “You will see how worthy you are,” he breathed, “what a gift you have earned.”

Raiden canted forward hard into Johnny’s mouth, fingers squeezing around the back of his head as he held him flush against his pelvis and stilled. He caught his breath for only a moment, panting, before a moan ripped from his chest as he let himself expand.

Quick as lighting, currents of form bled outwards from Raiden’s tip, rushing through Johnny’s body in seeking, buzzing, tendrils. Johnny moaned loudly beneath him, his fingers scrambling up to squeeze tight at Raiden’s hips as his skin flickered and tensed with a web of undulating light; Raiden’s light.

He could feel every inch of Johnny now, from the inside out. Every nerve of his system, every charged breath. He pushed his being through the expanse of Johnny’s lungs, feeling the crackle of air before rushing to the tips of his toes and the curve of his thighs. Bolts streaked from the surface of his skin to curl back and leave fluttering touches on whatever they could reach; his face, his chest, his cock.

Raiden moaned softly as he concentrated himself there, between Johnny’s legs, pushing between his folds and playing idly with the flesh there. He was so wet, the head of his cock engorged as it rubbed on the inside of his boxers, sticky and twitching as Raiden pressed against it. Johnny keened, his hips grinding down as Raiden tugged on it slightly, rolling the tip in his light as Johnny humped into the volts of tactile pleasure, chasing his release.

Raiden could feel the knot of power inside him, a twisting mass of green undulating against Johnny’s soul and mixing with Raiden’s own. It called him deeper, urging him to press inside, and Raiden groaned, sliding a part of himself to the place it coaxed him to. The place it wanted him to fill, the place it wanted him to make whole.

Hands of light broke forth to caress Johnny’s stomach, sliding up to play with the buds of his chest and skim the small scars beneath them as Raiden continued to finger him slowly.

He was truly a specimen. He was brash, but kind, and his lineage was great; a line that would surely flourish should it be brought into the modern era. Raiden could so easily sire more… stake his divine claim on this mortal body, reinvigorate his bloodline. He could create more beautiful warriors, more who were so dedicated to life and brimming with passion, carrying a god’s blood in their veins. It would be so easy… so simple…

He let himself indulge for a moment, a soft sound falling from his lips as he ground forward and let his thoughts slip into visions of a full womb and laughing children.

Perhaps then he would not be alone. Perhaps then he could bring something of light to this world instead of blood and pain.

Perhaps…

Raiden let his form retreat from Johnny’s core with a soft breath.

No… he was not so selfish as to cross that line. It was a wish for another lifetime, another day with a body that was not his own. He focused instead on pleasuring Johnny as he was now, on the bliss of his walls squeezing around Raiden and the sing of near orgasmic adrenaline in his veins. Raiden was not far behind. They would complete this worship together.

“Johnny Cage,” he murmured, “son of Karlatun, descendant of Scandinavia and Greece.” His form pulsed its touch within him, and Johnny moaned in response. “You have done well for this lord,” Raiden said, gritting his teeth as the next slide through Johnny’s being made his mind burn. “You are worthy of my blessing.”

And with that, Raiden let go once more.

A rippling crackle of light burst through Johnny’s body, carrying with it every breath of ecstasy forged from the past, every signal of pleasure Raiden could muster. It squeezed and lifted great sounds from them both, a wave of thunderous heat spilling over Johnny’s shoulders as Raiden curled over him, feeding him every second of it, every blissful spark.

He released until he was shaking, until his being could give no more. Raiden heaved above Johnny, fingers clutching preciously at the curves of his neck as his form slowly coiled back into a shivering weight on his tongue.

What perfection this was… what a beautiful end to prayer…

Raiden swallowed, licking his lips dryly as he leaned back and straightened. Johnnys eyes were still closed below him, a blissful tenseness to his features that looked almost as if he were asleep. Raiden ran a finger over his cheek, pushing a lock of sweaty hair behind his ear before beginning to slowly pull out. He hissed under his breath as he did so, too tender to touch even himself.

Johnny was silent as Raiden stepped fully away, his touch leaving the man only briefly to collect the cloth from the floor and return to clean him as best he could. His breaths came out shaky as Raiden touched him again, his lips reddened and sticky.

“Are you alright?” Raiden asked, wiping the lines of spend from Johnny’s chin.

The man’s eyes slid open, glassy and still blown wide, but able to find Raiden easily. “Yeah,” he rasped out. “Fuckin’… more than alright. Shit…”

Raiden smiled and continued to clean him. “Good,” he said. “I would not wish to have done you harm with that display. You did very well.”

Johnny grinned lazily, and Raiden huffed slightly as he cupped the back of his head to tilt him.

“Was that your first human in a few centuries?”Johnny asked.

“Yes,” Raiden answered easily. “My work does not usually have need for this kind of coupling.” He glanced down in emphasis, and watched as Johnny’s gaze flicked between his legs, finding where Raiden’s form had already relieved itself of physical burden, his thighs fading up into nothing but a smooth mass of electricity.

Johnny clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Daaang… no round three?”

Raiden smiled again. “Not today, Johnny Cage.”

“Not today, but that means you’re still up for another round sometime, right?”

Raiden laughed. “I do not know why this is an experience you would want to repeat, but I am not… opposed to the idea, no.” Maybe it would do him good to engage in mortal pleasures more often. This was… enjoyable. Plus, he did not think he would be able to ignore the effect Johnny had on him.

“Well, ranking this against my tower of other lays,” Johnny began, “let’s see… I think that was… the second time a blowjob has given me a muscle cramp?” He smirked. “But this was way more fun than college wrestling.”

Raiden smiled, moving to cleanse the towel before returning. “Is that high praise?” he asked.

“Very.”

He hummed, running the cloth down over Johnny’s chest. “You are an interesting man, Johnny Cage. I appreciate your… willingness for new experiences.”

“Eh, it’s what makes life fun, plus,” his hand moved up to smooth idly over Raiden’s thigh, “I gotta continue the work of my bloodline somehow, right?”

Raiden stilled, glancing up to find Johnny’s eyes watching him, sharp with intent. His breath hitched.

Johnny held his gaze for a moment, something flickering in the air between them, before his face melted back into its previous innocence. His grip lightened.

“By the way,” he said, “do you have laundry out here? ‘Cause I really need to wash my pants.”

[russellius]

anyway i know i've never properly explained what happened on thursday so... here we go??????

was super fortunate to stand where i did, i literally walked to the side from my previous spot like, minutes before he came out to the front of the hotel. so i'm just standing there on the street, contemplating going back to my place because george arrived back at the hotel, and used the side entrance. so i'm like. cool, we missed that, anyway... then a couple minutes later there's massive screaming coming from the front of hotel, and it's george of course, so i'm like, awh, what the fuck..... obviously i weaved my way into the crowd a bit, and got my little stupid sign and the book out! was super lucky to have walked to the side, as the merc cars were on the left side, and my previous spot in the middle would have been shit. so anyway, he looked into our direction for a sec, and everyone is immediately like "george!!!" and that was when he spotted the sign and pointed at me! and then that was it, and i'm like awh, come onnnnn, it's for you! (not sure he could even read the sign, idk, probably just saw his name and he was like oh? hi??!!!) so anyway, he's painting that car, my heart is quite literally trying to break my ribs or something and i'm :( and :). then, picasso finishes his masterpiece and it's free cap time. obviously he goes to the right side of the hotel first, and i'm :( again. professional cap thrower gr does his best to throw the caps out to the crowd. even jumps on the cars' platform to make a better throw. he's super jumpy, and long, and endearing. then! jumps off the platform and!!!!!!! :) does his usual jog to us to fucking HAND a cap to the idiot with the sign. i'm in the 2nd row probably, i have a good couple of people in front of me, but thanks dad for the only good genes you gave me, i was massively helped out here by my height and my long ass arms. so he tries handing the cap to me right ("here you go") and obviously everyone is trying to grab it, and i'm like nooo and he's like "NO" and fucking makes sure that it's in my hand. ends with a little "thank you", and before i can react at all, he's already moving on and giving out the next cap, and i'm like !!!!! WAIT NO, THE BOOK!!!!!!!!

but it stays in my hand, with the sign and the cap, while my phone is in my right hand, still recording, facing the side of course...

so at this point i'm like. what the fuck has just happened, what the hell is going on, i can barely think and breathe at all-

so i sit down in the park, i'm having a mini heart attack, and i inform everyone of my adventures. i don't know how long i have sat there, but i was like. dead dead. so after i've collected myself i start walking back to the hostel, and then my mom is calling me, because she refuses to text. obviously i tell her everything too, and anyway as i'm sitting on this random bench, talking, gwen walks down with like 2 other people in front of me. and i'm like mom, hold on a sec what the f-, so i jump up, i catch up to him and i try being as polite as i can while i'm having the 6213rd heart attack of the day. so i tell him that i made this book for george, but i couldn't give it to him earlier when he gave me the cap yada yada, can he please give it to him? and he's like. super nice, at the mention of george he's smiling and he's like, sure, opens the book for a sec and asks "just give it to him?" i tell him that of course, i made it for him, it's just for him, i don't need it back etc. then he says that now he's having dinner with some friends, but he's seeing george tomorrow (friday), so he'll give it to him then. i thank him, and ask him to please thank george for the cap and uhm... yeah. that was thursday in a nutshell, i guess. :]

//// i'll say that i was quite literally too stunned to use my brain, like, i think my pulse hit a record high, my hands were shaking etc but here are some things i can recall: he's tall. long. so long. hair fluffier than you could imagine. and a super calming brown. skin clear and moisturized, crops watered. eyes bigger than the universe. and he is so jumpy. every limb of his is just !!!!! moving moving moving. so expressive. both his face and his body language. and like. you know how great he looks in photos? yeah? ok, now triple that. like. jesus fucking. christ......

and anyway i died. and finally, yesterday i allowed myself a lil cry! :)

[twilightknight17]

P3R while I was gone, part 4: RYOJI

You know, I’ve never exactly understood why the girls at Gekkoukan are like this? Like, Ryoji is cute and endearing and obviously I love him so much, but he’s not exactly the drop-dead gorgeous male model that they act like he is. Admittedly, P3R’s art makes him look less like a pale Victorian orphan, but still.

I dunno, maybe in-universe they can see something I can’t.

Doesn’t matter, because MY BOY IS HERE.

He’s so tall next to the teacher.

And we are looking back, Minato! We’re making eye contact from across a crowded classroom and feeling our heart skip a beat and--

Mhm… And, uh, what exactly ended up on the transfer paperwork? Does he have an ID? They never really do specify if he just spawned in with a full background, or if reality is just bending around him so no one asks too many questions. I usually go with the latter.

Absolutely nailed the first impressions, both of you. Stellar first social interaction. Good job.

Ms. Toriumi sends us on an errand to the music room to drop off some boxes of sheet music, after she gives Ryoji some more paperwork about his transfer. No, seriously, do his parents have human names? Come onnnnn, tell me!

Well, you see, I’m actually really brilliant with a sword, and--

He’s so observant, he noticed Minato likes music, and despite getting fawned over by girls literally all day, he wants to show off for Mina, specifically. <3

Tragically, he cannot play piano beyond clumsy basics, but it’s the thought that counts.

We’re already friends.

God I want an alternate Fortune social link so badly.

Also, he spends all day being swarmed by girls, but then asks for my number. Smooth, Ryoji.

Hanging out with Ryoji ups all your persona’s stats, which is awesome, and more than you get for hanging out with your other non-link teammates. So. Yeah.

Anyway, gushing over my other half aside, I do still have time to spend with other people. Ken and I are going to a bar!

Apparently he’s looking for a specific kind of tea, because he wants to gift it to Mitsuru to make her feel better. She’s still withdrawn after the death of her father, and Ken’s worried.

He’s a sweet kid, and he’s also learning to connect with everyone else, now that he no longer thinks he won’t be here.

I said once, a long time ago, that SEES felt more like coworkers than friends, compared to the PT. But honestly, SEES now feels more like a family. All together, making this dorm into a home.

Ken says Minato is the focal point, because everyone knows that they can get through the hardest battles because Minato will be there for them when they come back. And, that’s not a bad feeling. Going from a guy who had nothing, no one, and no reason to care, to the heart of this silly little family all these broken kids have made together… It’s nice.

That’s why this game hurts so bad.

Anyway, Ken’s got his tea leaves, things are going well, and despite three different social links who all want my attention, I have other plans.

Ryoji’s going out after school to hang out with some girls, and he invites me to come along, but apparently they want to meet up on the roof, first.

...welp.

Blah blah blah, “stay away from our girlfriends”, blaaaah. Tell your girlfriends to stay away from him. I’ve been watching girls fawn over him for three days now.

Case in point.

But I gotta protect my boy.

“Sorry, everyone, please excuse my idiot.”

It is nice to know I have an intimidation factor, though. :D Even if I’ve been here the whole time and they apparently didn’t notice me.

Yes, I’ll get Sanada-senpai to kick your ass. So move along.

Joke’s on you! :3

Ryoji promises to ask if they have boyfriends from now on before inviting them out, but it’s pretty clear that he actually… doesn’t understand what the issue is.

He doesn’t get why, if the two people in a relationship like each other, one of them going and grabbing coffee with him is a big deal. I think he’s genuinely just asking everyone out because he wants to connect with other people.

...yeah, but things outside of my control mean I can’t tell him I like him.

See, he’s gone out to get food with Junpei, too. It’s not just the girls.

...I’m the only one he’s asked for tours, though. First the school, now the town. ^_^

We have a lovely time exploring Iwatodai, but eventually I have to get home. Let’s see what’s on TV before I go cry over my academic stat again.

...are you serious? The word of the day is “lover”?

Atlus. Please. I’m begging you.

Everything is always so exciting when there’s a new transfer student. They’re the talk of the school for the whole week.

Not as much as I’d like, Yukari.

She’s not really a fan of all of his casual flirting. He and Junpei have hit it off really well, though.

If only you knew, Junpei.

The school trip is coming up, and as is apparently the case every year, we’re going to Kyoto!

Sir, you are a shitty teacher and I hate you. I don’t even know why you’re still here or have any say in anything, after the shit you pulled.

Honestly, though, I’m never going to understand these Japanese schools and their school trips. All the teachers and students (except Ekoda) act like going somewhere abroad is the only reasonable choice?

I guess I’m just boggled because the only trips we went on here were regular, single-day field trips, unless you were in the band or the chorus and went on the four-day trip. And even those single-day field trips were few and far between in high school. The only time I ever went abroad was in college. It was as part of a single class, for two weeks, and I had to pay for a chunk of it. There were maybe 20 of us on the trip, not the entire year.

In other words, I’ve never recovered from the P5 kids coming back from summer break and immediately getting ready to go to HAWAII as a school-sponsored vacation. Even when we did go on field trips, we were almost always stuck doing a worksheet or some other dumb busywork.

God.

Anyway.

It’s time for the Gourmet King’s last rank-up. Tell me about your dead twin brother so I never have to speak to you again.

…………well, uh. That sucks. A lot. But honestly, it’s come way too late. I really don’t feel sorry for you. You’ve done basically all of everything after that to yourself.

At least I get to tell him that it’s kind of fucked up that he was relieved his brother died.

I also get to tell him to stop trying to be his brother and just be himself.

You said it, not me. But yes. You are dumb.

Also, that cleared up nothing about the cult. What the hell. Did you quit? Did you rethink your life choices? Are you going to repay the people you scammed?

I get nothing? Really?

Ugh. At least I don’t have to see you again. One less link to feel bad about ignoring when I hang out with Ryoji.

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...happy birthday, Eikichi!

I thought your birthday was the fifteenth, but whatever!

[director-yomi-hellsmile]

reading the...... Preview....... My notes....... Heheheheh

We got a timeskip. By a little.. I see Bristleclaw (aka formerly Bristlepaw) as a warrior let's see about the siblings + if the wretched nightsun spawn are born. Also if Graypaw's not named Grayspots I'm slamming my keyboard (I'm on the phone)

Wafflepelt. I forgot Wafflepaw was a thing sdjjjgds imagine getting ur cat to win a contest to star in canon warrior cat and its got the -pelt suffix. Cheated and spat on

Stemtail and Graywhisker.... I guess Graywhisker's fineeeeee but come on he has spots. He's got spots.......

Nightsun babies are here. Named Goldenkit (golden tabby tom) and Shinekit (black molly). Hi kids I'm so sorry your dad is literally Nightheart

Oh wait Myrtlebloom also got a litter?????? Is this where Shyfrost's gonna come from.. Kits are Oakkit (pale brown tabby molly with white spots), Sunkit (orange tabby tom, is it after Sunbeam??) and Hazelkit (tortie molly with white spots). No Shyfrost in sight. Keep on looking

ThunderClan baby boom

This will affect the family tree.

Anyway checking out all the other adult names of the ASC kits lol. ShadowClan first

Oh they got: Birchfeather (Dovewing and Tigerstar kit which means I automatically like him), Bloompetal, Firbark, Whisperbreeze, Streamripple. I actually like those?? Firbark and Streamripple especially. Good job Tigerstar let me kiss you directly on thr lips

Who the hell are Redpaw and Sprucepaw huh... New spawn.... Also oh no I see Lightleap gave birth god forbid a single even a little prominent female character not get pregnant. The Curse has finally affected my girl. It was inevitable. I should have prepared

Lightleap spawn is Quickkit (ginger tabby tom), Beehckit (pale brown tom, haha typo the writers made a typo everyone point and laugh), and Poolkit (white molly). The cat genetics nerd inside me in crying and writhing in pain rn

SkyClan section. Fuck you Tree I hate Tree stupid stupid cat

Beetleshine for Beetlepaw... Good name good name but I already named an OC that earlier so I am not impressed. I was first. Beepaw is uhhh where thebhell is Beepaw. Oh they're Beesting. Actual good names I am satisfied with your work. Moving on

Duskshine and Ridgeglow also good however come on you already used -shine in the same generation come onnnn.......

Ok Who's pregnant. Was anyone pregnant

Needleclaw was.... Her kids are Robinkit (reddish-brown molly) and Starlingkit (black and white tom) Woohoo Starling prefix win. Also by any chance is the father Kitescratch. Just wondering

FINALLY. Sparrow and Cherry retired

WindClan timeeeee

Leafcurl yay. Nice girl nice name 9/10. Her less cooler siblings got Grassfur and Branchleap. Clearly there's a superior sister

Silkypaw and Fluffpaw??? Huhhhhh?? Who are they..... Also thanks for getting creative for once your efforts have been recognized by the great Yomi

Kicking my feet going hehehe at warrior cat website book preview. This is where I was supposed to be all this time. I found my calling

Stripeheart and Brookripple are also here. I revoke my praise of the authors getting creative come onnnnn you literally JUST named Streamripple I. I'm gonna make them kiss. Bond over being literal clones

Guys this is big. This is huge. Breezepelt is a grandpa now. I am going to shed tears

Appleshine's kits (Breeze grandkids) are: Rustlekit (white tom with a brown tail) and Stretchkit (brown tabby molly with white face markings). Giving the authors their creativity praise back. Do not dissapoint me again

WAIT NIGHTCLOUD RETIRED. o7

Still not over with how Owlnose is a deputy now for some reason. Didn't his entire small character arc a few books back center wholly around with how he should not be a leader. They literally only picked him because they killed off literally every other RiverClan character with a personality and he was the only fuckijg option because he's the only cat who got actually developed even if it makes no sense I. I'm. I hope he spontaneously combusts

Also I will prevent myself from going off on Podlight getting off scot free for his atrocities while. I will prevent myself I do not deserve this headache

Anywayyyy Splash siblings are adults now named Troutshine (WHAT'S WITH THE SHINES), Rapidsplash and Floatshimmer (who's also with kits now? you sure you aint too young..)

wait a moment. I just realized something about the timeline. Wait was Sunbeam already- yeah she was pregnant in like. Wait hold on does this make sense. If it doesn't then the timeline is broken if it does I'm just rightfully worried,

Anyway guess Hollowspring and Sparrowtail joined RiverClan? I thiiiiink it was mentioned in Star. Or not.

Amyway Floatshimmer kids are Heronkit (silver molly) and Eelkit (black tom)

Phew... That's the allegiances section. Holy fuck. That's a lot of cats. Kitten season

On to the actual chapters now lmao

Prologue:

Oh hii Leafpool is that Skystar GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERRRR LEAVE HER ALONEEEEEEE DO NOT TALK TO HER. HE SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED AROUND WOMEN THIS IS FUCKING TERRIFYING GET AWAYYYYYYY

"The Clans were unstable in my time, and if you ask me, they’re just as bad now.” Skystar. Skystar back in your times the Clans weren't unstable they were a tragic disaster that brutally murdered every single woman that came in contact with it. Also shut up get this man away from Leafpool

Why is Skystar here even. Get him out

Also. The writing here is so goofy can we get to Moonpaw already

Oh wait another journey?? Actually this is fine I hate the Lake territories. Change location NOW

Chapter 1

Why's Tawnypelt such a hater. What did Bloompetal do to you she's literally just frolicking she's just a girl

Why is she. Genuinely So mean to everyone.

Which don't get me wrong is not inherently Bad if this was any other media I love mean mean women however this is warriors. I don't remember the last time a wc character was genuinely just kind and nice to people, every single cat is just written interacting in such a mean-spirited way and them just being casually cruel to each other is supposed to be charming somehow, like everyone's an asshole already we don't need more. And also Tawnypelt is a Female Warriors Character™ which means that if this keeps up she'll definitely get disproportionately "punished" for it in some way later and. I'm just praying that Moonpaw is a ray of goddamn sunshine when we get to her please I can't do this anymore

Is. Is the entire chapter gonna be her being unreasonable and snapping at everyone younger. Is. Is

I actually genuinely do not understand her problem. Like I get she's sad I get it but. Was she deliberately written as making problems out of nowhere, or did the writers shart once again.

(don't mind me I'm just paranoid... I've been hurt by warrior cats before...)

Hehe Poolkit- oh wait that was it. That was the chapter. I mean its fine actually

Chapter 2:

Leafstar time. I don't like her but I will now mindwipe all my opinions I've had on her character to have somewhat of a good time now. Maybe she gets better!!

Praying they are gonna be normal about Leafstar's vision loss. Please warrior cats

I was correct lmao Kitescratch was the father

Mystery Sickness

Mystery Sickness epidemic plot!!! I got no idea what the hell these symptoms are supposed to be but. Ok❤️yay

There is people being loud at my house

Can be Mystery Sickness pleaseeeeeeeee spread to ThunderClan too. Can we have ThunderClan population culling this arc pleaseeeee

Anyway get out my way grandma it's MOONPAW TIME

Chapter 3

Baby.

Oh god another medcat apprentice that doesn't want to be a medcat. Can we stop.

Also idk about how they just took a look at Moonpaw (who's also a child) looking different (aka. having chimerism) and went "we're now gonna force you into a lifetime of celibacy" it's just. So weird to me I hope Moonpaw kills everyone especially her parents

Moonkit. Moonkit I'm speaking directly to you now you have to start killing

Oh fuck she's got that voice inside her head. Please writers I am praying for you to be normal. If this is her vengeful dead fetus sibling she absorbed in the womb that people have been theorizing I am also going to kill everyone. If this is also an Evil Plural plot I will get your spirits too

Oh no. Oh fuck. Chat I think it's. Oh no. Chat I think they're. Doing just that.

Oh fuck. Oh no. *sighs painfully* *cocks gun*

Thanks Jayfeather and everyone else in that den for being normal about Moonpaw and clearing up the fact that it's just her parents that are being Really Weird

I like. Moonpaw. I'm also taking her and her voice away from the warrior cat writers she is mine now get away from her

Yep that finally confirms it she's being deliberately written as plural

Unnamed Moonpaw Voice you're so silly. If you're evil later for some reason I will take your side

Unnamed Moonpaw Voice got a reflection-

Oh fucj is that. They're really. Is that really the spirit of her dead fetus sibling she absorbed in womb oh god oh fuck

VERDICT: I am officially taking Moonpaw away from the writers that's it. She is mine now get away from her what are you doing why am I actually somewhat affected by this

[l8tof1]

i still find it crazy that in just four races we will be officially done with mercedes after so many years. it’s a bittersweet feeling but then i remember all the bullshit they put lewis through these last few seasons 😐 excited for new beginnings though, especially after their recent performances! 🙏

i get it but also… i am so done with that team, the vibes are so bad. i’m not sad. i’ll feel emotional only because lewis will be emotional end of season and i’m sure say some absolutely devastatingly beautiful things about his time there 🥲

i do feel a bit nervous-excited about ferrari because i believe in lewis first and foremost forever and always but who knows how his first few races there will go? needing some time to adjust to everything being new would make sense but this sport and the media will make it hell for everyone if he’s struggling a little at first…

but anyways i am ready to move onnnnn because ferrari looks 🔥, totally agree!!