#anyways. ya boy's having a rough one I guess

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I somehow didn't catch this during all the chaos from that day but I'm rewatching Forever's conversation with Vegetta, and Vegetta told him: "You're a good person, and a good person knows what their mistakes are. You're a good boy. It's not going to happen again."

[ju1cyfru1t]

rottmnt x reader || S/O who bites (out of love and affection obvi)

Rise! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader (separately)

fluff? :D, gn reader, romantic (established relationship), BITING mmmm, mild swearing

Donnie

- the first time you bite him, he jumps and lets out a loud yelp, “ah! ow! what in the name of-“ then just stares at you in disbelief. absolutely incredulous. and has to take a while to process. why? why- HOW could you do this to him? after all he’s done for you?

- don’t play with him he HAS and WILL bite you back and NOT in a loving way

- he is ALWAYS on his guard

- you go in for a hug? you lean in to kiss him? you turn your head ever so slightly in his direction? his whole body tenses up. you’re giving this boy trust issues. he will physically, STILL GENTLY, push you away with his mechanical spider arm thingies…heaven forbid you bite those too….

- “Do. NOT. Bite me. Y/N.” “…”

- ^— “DO NOT. This is your last warning.”

- “Yes, Y/N. You’re very ferocious and vicious. Now STOP biting me.”

- “Sigh. That is NOT affection, Y/N.”

- “AH! Don’t bite me while I’m working, please…Don’t bite me ever!”

- “If you want to ‘show affection,’ you could just…I don’t know, hug me? or hold my hand? the biting is unnecessary.”

- NOT a fan of the biting at ALL

Raph

- The first time you bite him, “AHH!” he is confused. he does not understand. are you trying to attack him??? do you wanna throw hands??? what did he do to deserve that??? he does not want to throw hands with you

- he really does not see how biting is supposed to be showing your affection but whatever you say 😭

- his skin is pretty thick and rough. I mean you’d really have to sink your teeth in to hurt him so he just lets you. it actually lowkey tickles to him.

- “Careful. Ya don’t wanna bite my spikes.”

- it’s definitely not his favorite thing in the world but he doesn’t mind terribly if it really makes you happy and as long as it’s just you trying to show him love

- chooses to just take it as a sign that you want attention and/or some kind of affection

- would never bite you back tho

- however, I don’t suggest catching him off guard with a nibble cause he might start swingin 🤺 and would feel absolutely horrible abt it

Mikey

- the first time you bite him he’s offended. you’re gonna bite HIM? 🤨 yeah, ok buddy. he just squeaks in surprise and rubs where you bit him, looking at you like ‘😟’ before biting you back. he is taking it personally until you tell him you’re just showing affection cuz you love him soooooo much

- he’s perfectly ok with it then as long as you don’t bite him too hard

- LOVES to give and receive affection anyways so he makes it really easy to bite him when he’s clinging onto you all the time

- always giggles and squirms when you bite him

- returns your bites with kisses all over your face

Leo

- the fucking most dramatic ever

- the first time you bite him he acts like you just shot him

- “OWW!! OWIE! Ugh! Y/N! How COULD you?! BETRAYAL” while gripping where you bit his shoulder and whining like a toddler even though it did not hurt at all and you didn’t leave any sort of mark whatsoever.

- ^ drops the act completely when you tell him it was out of love

- now every time you do it he thinks you’re trying to flirt with him 🤞😔 and I mean I guess he’s sort of-ish right

- honestly he doesn’t really care but definitely teases you about it /ns

- “yeah? do I taste good, Y/N?” /ns!!

- “ow! ok, ok! not too hard!” while giggling

- “mhm…now kiss it better.” makes you kiss where you bit him every time.

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now I know I ain’t the only one who bites like that 🤨

[elderwisp]

◁ || ▷

Syx: So when I said find a hobby, I didn’t mean buy a fixer-upper.

Icarus: I know!

Syx: Ok but if you knew then why?!

Icarus: Because it’s better than half of the shitholes on the market!

Syx: I bet I could find something better. Watch.

Icarus: NO! No.

Ares: Why are you guys yelling? I have such a bad headache.

Icarus: Can’t handle your liquor anymore? 

Ares: I can leave. 

Icarus: Oh he’s cranky.

Syx: Incredibly.

Winona: Hey! Uh, sorry to bother you losers but Icarus, there’s people outside.

Icarus: Huh?

-

Icarus: Hello! 

Umber: Hi, we heard someone moved into the old house on the gulch and we wanted to welcome you. Hope you don’t mind!

Icarus: Not at all. 

Umber: I’m Umber, this is my son Wren. My wife Juniper. Talia and my sister Sienna. Wow that was a mouthful. 

Icarus: [ chuckles ] Icarus and my sister Winona. These are my friends, Syx and Ares. My grandma is…

Winona: Sleeping.

Icarus: Ah, yes.

Juniper: We brought some apple pie for all of you. 

Winona: Mom used to make this all the time! Icarus, maybe she can teach you how to bake. 

Icarus: Oh-

Juniper: Actually, Sienna here made it. I just packaged it up. 

Icarus: We’ll have to say thanks, right Winona? Winona?

Winona: Sup. You guys cool?

Wren: Probably.

Winona: Sick.

Sienna: Nice to meet the fool that bought this place.

Icarus: Uh-

Umber: Christ Sienna-

Sienna: A joke!

Icarus: I mean you aren’t wrong.

Sienna: See? He agrees. Anyways, let us know if you need any help.

Icarus: I appreciate it. 

Icarus: So how long have you lived here?

Umber: Whole life. It’s rare when people leave.

Icarus: Ah. What happened to the folks who owned this home?

Umber: Old age, a sweet couple, they never had kids. They always said the whole town was ‘nough. With no one to take care of the house, things got rough to say the least.

Icarus: I see.

Umber: [ chuckles ] How’s it coming along?

Icarus: Bad, honestly. The cleanup took a few days. 

Umber: I wonder how many trash bags it took.

Icarus: Plenty. Cleared out the store down the street.

Umber: I bet Bill loved that.

Icarus: Definitely, the guy let me take home a soda. Sun’s hot here. No one tells you that.

Umber: Wait ‘til summer.

Icarus: Oh boy. Some of the pipes were damaged and on top of that we needed an electrician.

Umber: Was it expensive?

Icarus: Very. Most of the foundation is good but I replaced a few beams. That was difficult. 

Umber: Well next time you do that, let me know. I can help you out. We don’t want the house collapsing on ya.

Icarus: Wouldn’t that be something.

Umber: You’d be in some deep shit to say the least. 

Icarus: [ chuckles ] I guess so. Wanna see the house?

Umber: Lead the way.

[13a07s]

My Home

(Keishin Ukai Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Honeyutopia]

Requested by: Nada

Word Count: 3,659

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Toots, Baby, Tootsie Roll, Bitch, Shit, Babe

Teasing Threats of Violence

Smacking

Hair Pulling

Blow Job

Head Pushing

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     The sound of shoes against the wooden stairs tips me off to Keishin's return. My eyes occasionally glance at our bedroom door, my focus on listening to him move around the apartment instead of the TV show I'm watching. His keys jingle as he hangs them by the door, his voice soft as he grumbles to himself. "Toots?"

     "In here!" I call, turning my focus back to the TV. My hands go back to focusing too, slowly continuing to crochet the blanket I've been working on. The box tucked into the corner of our closet is full. This last blanket will push it to overflowing. I'll have to ask Keishin to bring the box to the shelter when I'm done with this project.

The door squeaks as he pushes it up, my pretty boy leaning in the frame, his hands clinging to the top of it, and his arms stretched out as he leans forward. "There's my Toots. Let me show you my Roll."

"Pervert," I giggle, sparing him a glance and a head shake. "I'm not going to let you flash me."

"Aw, why not?" I can hear the grin in his voice almost as well as I can hear his footsteps across the room. "You know I love it when you stroke my, uh, ego." As I expected, Keishin's face is drenched in a smile even with his eyes drowning in exhaustion.

He kicks off his shoes, the sound of them and his bag hitting the floor promising another thing on my to-do list tomorrow. Keishin crawls into the bed, stretching out diagonally so his feet hang off but his head can rest in my lap, arms snug around my waist.

     My arms and project fall still underneath him, the ball of yarn and my crochet hook probably stabbing into his torso. "Rough day?" I murmur, tugging my hands out from under him. They settle on his back, gently massaging as my eyes trail over his t-shirt. They float across the white material like a boat in a foamy sea, enjoying the bright cloth and the way it hangs on his body. No longer an athlete but still the loose build of one. What a wonderful situation I get to enjoy.

"Not rough, just long. A bit stressful too," he answers, the words coming out jumbled because of his face buried in my lap. Keishin steadily starts to relax under my touch, the knots in his muscles starting to become more evident. "The farm was just a blur, then the store, and ya. Then the boys are all worked up about their practice match this weekend and I don't know. Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst, you know?"

"I know, Baby," I coo, focusing my attention on his shoulders. My thumbs dig into his muscles, starting the slow but needed job of working out his sores.

"I think I have a plan though."

"Oh, ya?"

     "Ya," Keishin sighs, rolling his shoulders to adjust to the new feel of them. "We're going to use Tsukishima - the tall one with glasses - as a sort of director, I guess."

     "How is he going to be a director?" I half listen to his explanation, cozying into the rhythm of his voice and the feel of my hands soaking in his body heat. Occasionally, I nod my head, hum, or throw out an "oh ya?"

     "But anyway, that's my plan. I don't know how well it's going to work, let alone how to explain it to the kids."

     "Do you want to practice?" I ask, my focus falling away from his back. Instead, I mess with the small silver hoops dangling from his ear, rotating them through his piercings. "If I can understand what you're trying to say I'm sure the boys will get it too."

"Really?" He mutters, lifting his head to peer up at me.

"Ya, Baby." My hand slides away from his ear, falling to rest against his face, my thumb rubbing his cheek.

     A soft smile settles on his lips, his head tipping to press into my hand some more. "You're the best, Toots."

     "Don't tell the others," I tease, leaning down to be closer to his face. "You'll dry up my street cred and then I'll have to beat you to get it back."

"Oh, I know. But I so love it when you beat me," Keishin teases right back, closing the gap between us with a kiss.

"Pervert," I grumble when we pull apart, rolling my eyes at him.

"You love it."

"Oh, do I?"

"Yes," he drags out the word, a mischievous smile crawling on his face. "You love it so much," he adds, gripping my waist tighter.

"Kei, what are you doing?" He doesn't answer me, softly chuckling instead. His hands loosen their hold, sliding down before sliding back up again, this time under my shirt. "Keishin? What are you doing?" I repeat, squirming to try and escape his hold. I already know it's too late, and so does he.

Keishin grabs me again, yanking me down so I'm lying on the bed instead of propped up against the headboard. I jerk around in his hold, trying to get free before I'm trapped underneath him. He eagerly fights back, quickly overpowering me and sandwiching me between himself and the mattress. "What now, Tootsie Roll? Hmm? Can't get free, can you?"

"I'm going to beat your behind when I get free, Keishin!" I declare, trying to push him off of me. He barely moves from my effort.

     "Oh, ya, Toots. You're doing such a good job at it. Maybe I should make it a little more difficult."

     "What does that mean? Baby, what are you scheming - "

     My questions are cut off by Keishin's fingertips dancing over my sides, my nerves spiraling and twirling in response. My body jerks from the sensation, giggles being ripped from my lungs as I try to escape his touch. "Oh, oh, oh. Someone isn't a big mouth off anymore is she?" He teases, plopping kisses against me anywhere he can. "What happened to that bad little bitch that was threatening me? Who was oh so worried about her street cred?"

     "She's still going to beat your ass!" I manage to push out despite my laughter. The mix of rough fingers toying with my sides and gentle lips against my body make for a weird but comfortable mix. It makes for a perfect example of how love-struck and wild Keishin is for me.

Soon, his fingers stop attacking me, wrapping around me instead. "God, Toots," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter and pulling me close against him. Our bodies mold together, my back slightly arched from Keishin's attempt to pull me closer. His head buries into my neck, nuzzling against my throat as he takes slow and deep inhales. "You always smell good. Like my heaven. Like my home."

I giggle again, this time soft and gentle instead of the high-pitched, rapid laughs from my tickle attack. "Gosh, someone must have had a rough day if he's being all soft and gushy."

     "Do I have to have a long day to be 'soft and gushy' with my Toots?"

     "Yes."

     "Fuck you," Keishin barks around a mouthful of chuckles. One of his hands jumps up, balling up a fistful of hair and yanking my head to the side. "Do you not like me all soft, Tootsie Roll?"

     "I do," I mutter, drowning my eyes in the sight of my cocky husband. "Especially since you're only soft for me, you cocky little shit."

     "I'm the cocky shit? Says the lady that says I'm only soft for her, which is completely false by the way, Toots. My Roll is always hard for you." My hand swings up, smacking him upside the head. "Damn," Keishin chuckles, leaving his head dipped down to brush kisses against the front of my throat. "Guess I'm not getting any action tonight."

     "You got action this morning. Twice. Bed and shower. Besides, you have a play or strategy or whatever to practice going over."

Keishin knocks his head against my chest once, twice, three times before lifting it to face me again. "You're right, as always." His sentence is punctuated with a soft kiss on my lips. A sigh follows our kiss, my husband rolling off of me and letting me breathe freely again.

I situate myself, sitting up against the headboard again, as he leans over the bed to snatch his bag from the ground. Keishin straightens himself once he has his stuff, sitting crisscrossed in front of me. I watch curiously as he digs through his bag, pulling out a whiteboard and such. I know coaches do the whole whiteboard team meeting thing in movies but for some reason, I never thought it was something people did.

"The magnets are numbered with the boys' jerseys," he starts explaining, twenty or so magnets littering the bedspread alongside a pile of dry-erase markers. Keishin's forehead wrinkles as he focuses intensely on the board, doodling whatever it is he's drawing. "It's a practice match against Date Tech. Last year they caused us some trouble but our Ace - that's the top spiker by the way," he cuts himself off, looking up at me as he explains the terminology. "Did pretty good at getting through their defense, but Asuma graduated."

"Don't you have a new Ace though?"

"Ya, Tanaka. He's a good spiker and a good Ace too, but he can get a little hot-headed. Doesn't always think before he acts, especially when he's worked up. Ennoshita does pretty good at keeping him in line, most of the time anyway."

     "Well, that's good at least."

     Keishin hums in agreement, laying the whiteboard down between us. An outline of a volleyball court decorates the board in thin and thick lines. His eyes jump around the bed, glancing through the magnets before he lays them down. "The black ones are my boys, they're the ones numbered, and the white ones are the opposing team, okay?"

     "Okay."

"The good thing about Date Tech is two of their blockers from last year are still on the team so I have an idea of what we're working with. The bad thing is two of their blockers from last year are still on the team so they also have an idea of what to do," Keishin rambles, placing the magnets onto the board and moving them around how he wants them.

"Sounds like a rock and a hard place."

"Ya," he chuckles, the sound coming out stressed instead of happy. "I'm not that worried about our offense though. Hinata - the one you call an excited yorkie - has gotten better at adapting his spikes so that'll have to be a more in-the-moment plan."

     "That's good, Baby," I murmur, watching as he nervously clicks the pieces around the board, not a hundred percent certain of any of his placements.

     Keishin falls quiet for a few moments, messing with the magnets until he's soothed his worries. The board is propped up, aimed at me so I can see it better. "Alright, so, our defense sucks. Not as bad as last year but still not the best."

     "Got it," I murmur, nodding in agreement even though I wouldn't know that without Keishin telling me.

      "A lot of it falls on Tsukishima, a lot on Nishanoya too, but mostly Tsukishima in the front row." He taps on the piece labeled eight.

     "Hinata," number seven is tapped on as he keeps explaining the situation to me. "Is the worst on defense. Mostly because he can't receive for the life of him, but he just doesn't have the experience, so, per usual, when he gets to the back row, after he serves," Keishin rotates the pieces in a circle until number seven is in the middle of the back row. "I'll swap Hinata and Nishanoya out." Number seven is pushed out of the box and replaced by an orange magnet labeled four.

     "That makes sense," I tell him, nodding in agreement again. The situation does make sense, but number four being orange confused me a bit. Oh well, I guess. The colors of the magnets don't matter.

"For the first match at least, probably more, Tsukishima will be calling the blocking plays." Again, number eight is tapped on. "He has an eye for that sort of stuff and I'm hoping he'll help the others pick up on what he sees, you know? Give them an idea of what to look out for so they know how to react. Does that sound stupid?"

"It doesn't sound stupid, Baby."

"Okay," he whispers, mostly speaking to himself. "Anyway, so that's pretty much the plan. Having Tsukishima control the blocking until we get a feel and or until the other boys can figure it out for themselves. It's going to be a lot on him," Keishin mutters, laying the board back down between us.

     His eyebrows are pressed together, his forehead wrinkled from the act. All Keishin is made out of is nicotine, spite, and stress. Usually, I'm worried about his stress, but at the moment I find it more cute than worrisome. I adore how much he loves his players and how set he always is on giving them the best chance to win and improve.

     "I don't want to put too much pressure on the kid. He just picks up on these things the quickest so, it's the best to have everything set how he needs to test his theories and whatever, right?"

     "Right. Besides, worst case it doesn't work out and you fall back on what you know."

     "Ya, I guess so. I don't want to do that though. It'll leave us scrambling, you know?... I don't know. I don't want to stress Tsukishima out or put him under pressure but I just... I don't know." Keishin sighs, his hands dragging down his face. "I don't know what to do, Toots."

     "Oh, baby," I coo, leaning across the bed to wrap my arms around him. A hand settles over his shoulders, the other knotting into his hair, running through the locks he let loose on his drive home. "What have I told you about thinking things over?"

     "Once isn't enough, ten times is too many. Find my happy medium," he mutters, turning his head to brush kisses against my wrist.

"And how many times have you thought this issue over?"

"Ten... twenty... forty times, maybe. I don't want the first practice match of the season to be a bust, you know? That's terrible momentum to run on."

"I know, Baby, but the more you mull it over, the more holes you poke in your thoughts. Just talk to Tsukishima, okay? See how the kid feels about it. If he feels like he can handle it, go with your plan. If not, wing it. After all, my crows have always been good at adapting quickly."

Keishin arches forward, melting our bodies together again. His arms find their place around my waist, keeping me flesh against him. "My sweet Tootsie Roll," he murmurs, his head finding its place on my shoulder, nose pressed against my neck as close as possible. Same routine and position since the start of our relationship. "Always the perfect mix of sweet and tart when I need it. Always my home." He inhales the scent of my perfume and shampoo again, taking his time like always to savor the smell.

     I give him a little while, letting him drown himself in me, letting him calm his nervous down from his emotional escalation, letting him restart and re-stab his thoughts. "Alright," I finally murmur, moving in his arms. "Enough welling," I tell Keishin, pushing him off of me before pushing him onto his back.

He softly smiles at me, his hands rubbing my arms as I situate myself on top of him. "I can't help it, Toots. You know I worry about everything," Keishin whispers, adjusting himself to lay more comfortably on the mattress.

I hum a melody as I lean downward, laying my chest against his as I nuzzle my nose against his neck. "Maybe a little distraction will help?" I whisper, brushing light kisses against his skin.

"What kind of distraction are you thinking about?" Keishin mutters, his hands finding their way to cup my ass.

"I'm not too sure yet," I answer, making my way down his neck. I slowly trail further, curving over his shoulder and down his chest. His shirt is stained with my path, my lipstick standing out on the white t-shirt. "Maybe," I start, nuzzling the hem of his shirt with my nose as my hands busy themselves undoing his pants. "You just need some under-the-desk support."

"Damn, Toots. You know I'll never turn down an offer like that," Keishin grumbles, his hands sliding up to rest higher the more I inch down. My tongue slides over his skin, the tip teasingly poking under the band of his boxers. A groan ouches in the room from Keishin, his hands sliding over my back and between my shoulder blades before styling in my hair. “Toots. The teasing, Babe.”

“What about it?” I whisper, the peach fuzz of his happy trail tickling my lips. “I thought this is what you wanted. After all, you came in asking to use your dick,” I tease, my fingertips sliding against the plaid material of his boxers before settling on the imprint of his dick. I take hold of him, stroking his trapped erection as my tongue continues to trail back and forth under the elastic band.

Keishin’s fingers knot in my hair, holding it back from my face. His chest is raspy with his heavy breathing, growls, and grumbles mixed with the sound of his lungs. “Toots, come on. The teasing isn’t cool.” He yanks on my hair, forcing my head back and my eyes up. “Knock off the teasing. Either suck my dick or get on your knees so I can paint your tits.”

I roll my eyes at him, a smile hanging on my lips as I soak in the frustration on his face. “Fine, no more teasing.” His hold loosens on my hair but doesn’t let me go. Keishin’s deep brown eyes stay locked on me, watching as I inch his boxers down enough for his dick to escape.

My tongue wraps around his base, starting the collection of drool that’ll slide down and wet his balls. I tease the base for a tongue lashing or two before starting the slow slide up his length, mentally counting my way.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

“Baby, come on,” he hisses, his knuckles popping from gripping my hair so tight. My scalp stings from my roots being pulled on but I can’t seem to care much. I adore teasing Keishin to the point of desperation.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

My tongue slides over the tip of his dick, the taste of his pre-cum coating my taste buds. My hand wraps around him, slowly stroking the base as I twirl around and tease the head. Keishin is already squirming, his hips jerking and penis twitching. “Damn it, Toots. Knock off the teasing. Baby, you’re killing me,” he grumbles on repeat, his teeth clenched as he hisses at me.

“You’ll be okay,” I murmur, finally allowing part of him to slide between my lips.

Keishin’s tip settled in my mouth, a loud “Fuck” spilling out of him. I can’t help the prideful smile trying to curl the corners of my mouth. I puff my cheeks out, my tongue trailing the veins of his cock as I suck on him. “Jesus, Baby, come on,” he huffs, flexing his fingers before returning his death grip to my hair.

It’s driving him crazy. The teasing. The slow pace. The minimal attention. The restraint not to shove my head down and force his dick further in. Maybe I should be nice and give him a bit of what he wants.

I keep my movements slow as I slide down, his cock inching further and further. His tip taps the back of my throat, brewing a couch in my lungs. I don’t let it stop me though, continuing to slide down as my throat flexes to try and resolve the need to cough. “Fuck!” Keishin yelps, shoving my head down.

My lungs and throat scream with the need to cough up the block, a jumble of gagging and spit leaking from the corners of my lips. Keishin’s cum spilling over and dripping down my throat doesn’t help the situation. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Toots. I didn’t mean to,” he rambles, dropping his hold away from my head to toy with the ends of my hair.

I jerk my head up, back to sucking on the tip of his dick to encourage his cum to keep spilling down my throat. Apologizes ring from Keishin on repeat, his focus on trying to gently push me off himself and check on me instead of his dick twitching in my mouth.

When he finally dries up with nothing left to tant my tongue in salt, I pull off of him. My lungs scream with the feel of easy and fresh air coating them. “I’m sorry, Toots,” Keishin repeats, his hand cupping my face while his thumb brushing against my cheek. “I know you don’t like when I push your head. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s alright,” I whisper, trying to steady my breathing. My hand jumps to my neck, massaging it as I lean into his touch.

“No it’s not, Toots,” he softly says, tugging me to sit in his lap again. His hand joins mine against my neck, helping to rub away the soreness of it. “You’ve told me before you don’t like me pushing your head and I did it anyway. You’re my home, Baby. That’s not how a man takes care of his home.”

[lost-in-wond3rland]

Ima ask you to walk with me for a moment, okay?

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SO. Quarter Back Katsuki (like professional, NFL level) and water boy Izuku right?

But. BUT!

Season for Katsuki? Starting rough TM. They have two games left to the playoffs, and if they don’t win they’re out.

Cut to Katsuki staying late to practice, he walks into the locker room, and Izuku is fucking with the white board. Katsuki is (unsurprisingly-) PISSED. It’s do or die time, they have to win, or his season is over. Izuku, stammering and muttering as he does, is trying to explain the change in play. Katsuki yells at him to fuck off and be does. Katsuki takes his shower, looks at the board and ya know what? It’s not a bad play. But wtf does a little water boy know ANYWAY? He changes it back.

We make it to game day, they’re down by 1 touchdown and Katsuki feels himself being backed into a corner.

UNTILL! He looks over and catches Izuku. He (in his very Katsuki way) grabs a clipboard and stomps his way over to em.

“Write it down.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“The play from last night ya damn nerd. I ain’t gonna ask you again.”

And so, Izuku does. Katsuki looks it over, nods, and goes back over to the team with the clipboard.

And guess what? They run the play.

And they win.

Color Katsuki surprised, they live to see another game.

The stadium clears out, teams gone, and Katsuki finds himself in the locker room with one Izuku Midoriya who’s putting away bottles and things.

“Oi, nerd.”

Izuku starts, looking up at him.

“Nice play.” He says before stalking out of the locker room.

Next game comes, and it’s not much better. They’re tied, they’re best offensive player (prob Kiri or something idk-) is out, and they either make a touch down or get thrown into overtime exhausted. They’re lining up and Katsuki hears him.

“CALL A TIME OUT!!” Katsuki tries to ignore Izuku’s yells, but after eventually ends of calling it.

“The fuck do you want, you damn nerd!?”

“I have a play.”

“Excuse me?” (Coach Aizawa hi, nice to meet you-)

“What, you think cuz I used one play from you last time, im gonna do it again? Who’s to say it wasn’t a fluke?”

“Maybe it was. But you know without Kirishima, if you run the play you’re about to run, you’re going to lose this game.”

And Katsuki hates it, the fire and defiance that he finds in green eyes. Hates it as much as he kind of loves it.

“…give him a fucking clipboard.”

“Is this smart, Bakugou?”

“You got any better ideas old man?!”

“…”

“Give him the fucking clipboard. DUMB ASSES! Huddle up!”

(Guess who wins the game hehehe)

Cut to a season of Izuku and Katsuki becoming a WILD team, Izuku becoming a playmaker and officially moving on from water boy duties. He gets a headset and everything, working right along side Aizawa during the games.

And the tension grows.

“You know more than I’d expect, for a water boy.”

“I wasn’t always a water boy kaachan.”

“‘Tch. You’re really sticking with that name huh?”

“Depends.”

“On what.”

“Are you gonna stick with ‘Deku’ and ‘nerd’?”

“You can bet your ass I am.”

“Then I’m sticking with Kaachan!” He looks up at the blonde, smile blinding and playful.

AND THEN-

“You said you weren’t always a water boy.”

“I did.”

“What’s your story, Deku.”

“Win the next game, and I’ll tell you.”

And they do, making it to the Super Bowl.

The night before:

“You said you’d tell me.”

“I did…”

“…so? Come on nerd, don’t leave me hanging.”

“I played. In high school, and first two years of college. I was a pretty good running back, if I say so myself.”

Katsuki looks Izuku over, eyes trailing over his body. “Yeah, I can see it. Explains the build… always thought you were too fast and built for a water boy.” Izuku smiles at him, though it’s kind of sad. “What happened?”

“I was…stupid. That’s what happened.” He chuckles, though it’s self deprecating. “I was never the most…popular in school. Sophomore year of college, I started to get pretty popular on campus. Went to a few parties. One night, I was driving home and I… shouldn’t have been. Wrapped my car around a pole. Shattered my knee, broke my neck… was paralyzed for a little bit but thankfully that didn’t last. A lot of months of physical therapy later, and I could walk again. Started running even. But, I was never cleared to play again. If I suffered another neck injury well…the doctors said no amount of pt would bring me back again. So… that’s it. I haven’t played, and I haven’t drank, since.”

The realization slams into Katsuki, the look on Izuku’s face when Katsuki showed up at his apartment drunk, Izuku hysterically yelling at Katsuki about drinking and driving (spoiler: he didn’t drive, he called an Uber. Katsuki would never-). “Shit…”

Izuku just nods, offering a sad smile. “It’s not all bad…I like watching. And…this past season? Kaachan it’s… it’s meant everything to me,” he admits, eyes watering. “It feels like playing again, and…regardless of how it started, you gave this to me. You trusted me enough to let me do this and I…just. Thank you.”

Katsuki swallows the lump in his throat, heart aching for the man in front of him. “Honestly? I wouldn’t trust anyone else… Dek- Izuku. This season? Is as much yours as it is mine… you’re our playmaker, our morale. Shit, the entire mood of team hinges on you. Without you? We’re not a team.”

Izuku smiles, silent tears falling. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

And hearing his name, his real name, sends a shock through his system. Katsuki reaches out a hand, thumb catching falling falling tears. “Izuku, I-“ he starts to whisper.

Izuku grabs his wrist, and shakes his head. But there’s a spark in his eyes that soothes Katsuki’s nerves immediately. “Tell me tomorrow. Tell me tomorrow, after you win.”

Katsuki can’t help but match Izuku’s smile with his own. “After I win.” He says, like it’s an inevitable. And maybe it is.

(Ahem, cut to game day, sorry this brain rot is everywhere lol)

It’s a close game. A REALLY close game. The other team gets Katsuki with a hip tackle, and his knee is on fire from the fall.

“Kaachan, you can’t-“

“Oi,” he says, grabbing Izuku’s shoulder and forcing him to meet his eyes. “The doc cleared me, I’m wrapped, and Shoji isn’t gonna let anyone get close to me.”

“But-“

“Hey. I promised you a win didn’t I? You trust me?”

“More than anything.” Izuku says, without hesitation.

Katsuki smiles, dropping his head to place a chaste, barely there kiss on Izuku’s lips. “We got this nerd. You, and me.” He whispers, staring right into his eyes before heading back out onto the field.

(A few plays later and guesssss who has his first Super Bowl ring hehehe. In my head, it’s Katsuki rookie year. But he’s Katsuki so of course he’s the starting qb with something to prove all year. And boy did he PROVE)

“Katsuki! Katsuki! Now that you’ve won, and in your rookie year no less, what are you going to do?” Katsuki’s eyes go over the reports head and a smile splits his lips as he sees a cheering Izuku crying on the sidelines.

“What am I gonna do? I’m gonna go plan my fucking date-“ with those words, Katsuki weaves his way through the crowd, breaking out into a run and scooping Izuku up when he reaches him, placing a proper kiss on his lips this time.

(Alexa play the alchemy by Taylor Swift, specifically, “cheers chanted, cause they said tere was no chance. Trying to be the greatest in the league. Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me-“ section)

The team cheers as they’re QB and Playmaker finally make it official.

“Damn problem children.” Aizawa sighs, sitting down on the bench, soaked in Gatorade.

“I think it’s sweet,” Hizashi smiles down at his husband. “Reminds me of another young couple I knew.”

Aizawa hums, brushing his lips gently with his husbands. “We weren’t so bad, were we?”

“Oboro and Nemuri were about ready to lock us in a room and leave us there had we not figured it out when we did.”

Aizawa laughs, soft and genuine. “Fair.” He stands, walking over to his QB and playmaker. “You coming back next season?”

“No shit old man.”

Aizawa nods, before raising an eyebrow at Izuku.

“M-me?”

“We need our playmaker, right?”

“Damn straight we do.”

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Anyway the end- LOL. Thanks for taking this journey with me, ‘twas a nice walk, have a great day 😅

[britcision]

Listen I can’t finish it tonight but I’m real real close but next week is gonna be buuuuuuusy so chapter 15 is right on the line of done and we’ll see if I get it up before next Wednesday 👀

If I do, we may not have a WIP Wednesday next week so again, we shall see

This week, have second place from the poll, Waylon and Danny!

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I’ll Take The Highway part vi

Waylon sat back in his seat, back scraping against the wall of the booth as he surveyed the kid in front of him.

Little squirt was tougher ‘n he looked, that much was definitely true. Harley had given him the short run down on their way to the milkshake bar, all the powers she knew he had.

And that he’d been hunted by his folks for a while. Waylon knew how that kinda shit could mess ya up.

He appreciated the heads up too, cuz this kinda shit coming up outta nowhere? Also pretty damn rough. He’d wondered if the kid just wanted to come along for another fight.

If he just wanted another chance to say he’d looked Killer Croc in the eye.

But there was no real bravado there, not even when he challenged Waylon to a rematch. Shit, the kid treated him more normal than most of his henchmen had ever managed to.

Made sense, knowing he was part a ghost an’ fought ghost rogues, but it left Waylon wondering. Apparently he was getting his answer.

Same damn question he’d asked himself a thousand times, ‘specially around the kind of young vigilantes who’d taken a turn to the bad.

Didn’t mean he had a good answer.

He regarded the kid for a long minute, watching the fidgeting, the sudden shyness from a boy who’d literally tackled him from behind on a whim.

This wasn’t just an idle question. Something made him sure of that, and he’d never been involved in all that much of the really weird shit. You heard stories, especially in Arkham.

So he decided to give the kid the best answer he had.

“Cuz I was the worst version of myself. I let myself be the monster they thought I was, got pretty good at it. But it never made me happy.” He paused, mulling it over.

Chuckled softly and looked down into his half drunk milkshake. It was kinda funny how obvious it seemed, in hindsight.

“Shit, there was never even anythin’ I wanted. Not like Penguin, Freeze, or the others. People treated me like a monster so I tried to be one, cuz why the hell not? Couldn’t be worse, could it?”

His gaze shifted back to Danny’s face, watching the kid’s expression. No judgement, which was nice. But he did look confused.

“So you just… got sick of it?” Danny asked, his brows furrowed as he played with his fingers.

Waylon chuckled and shook his head.

“Kinda. Spent a while thinkin’ if people couldn’t treat me with respect, fear’d do. But it ain’t the same. An’ I never had the drive or creative cruelty to stand out in Gotham.”

Danny looked a little incredulous at that, eyebrows rising, but he caught himself before commenting. Snickered and shook his head.

“Yeah, I guess being in a city that’s used to people like Scarecrow and the Joker puts “big and green” into perspective,” he agreed dryly, and Waylon laughed.

It felt good to laugh.

“Oh yeah. City’s got more than its share of low level thugs anyway. I spent a while as extra muscle for the big boys, but I ain’t the takin’ orders sort,” he explained with a modest shrug.

Danny grinned, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward.

“What, a shy and retiring guy like you?” He asked, clearly teasing, and Waylon waved a hand dismissively.

“I’m lucky it was Gotham,” he added after a moment, reflection sobering his mood. “Got sent t’ Arkham. Met Harley. An’ the Bat’s not all that bad. He tried gettin’ me outta the life a couple times.”

Danny cocked his head, a slight frown returning to his face. Following Waylon’s lead.

“How did Batman try and get you out?” There was a little too much intensity for it to be a casual question, and Waylon noted it. Not that he’d figure it out on his own.

Just tryin’ to make sure he didn’t damage the kid.

“Oh, there were a couple ways. Got me moved down to Florida once. Out in the green, away from people. I figured bein’ a wild animal might be more my speed, but it wasn’t. An’ it got messy when I left. Like that whatever he tried, really. There’s lines you can’t uncross.”

Lines like being a cannibal.

Not that he was sobbin’ on a preacher’s shoulder about it. Most of the people he’d eaten were assholes who’d deserved it, and it’d been a preference not a need.

For all people loved to go on about him eatin’ kids and babies, he’d never actually done it. A guy had to have standards.

Made it easy to stop, once he was in a better head space. He and Harley had talked a lotta old shit out.

Kid didn’t need to know those grisly details though, at least not from his own mouth. Watching Danny a moment longer, Waylon came to a decision.

“Look, kid. There’s a lotta reasons people go bad. Some of ‘em can’t be helped. But if they’re not gettin’ anything out of it, if there’s no goal? The appeal runs out. And sometimes all it takes is someone willin’ to reach down an’ haul yer back up to the light.”

He wouldn’t ask if that was the case with whoever the kid wanted to help. Everyone heard stories, ‘specially about heroes meeting their evil selves.

The fear looked personal, but the asking coulda been for anyone. Waylon was in no rush to judge.

Danny mulled over his words for a while, lips moving soundlessly as he frowned down at the table. This time when he looked up, there was a peace in his eyes.

He’d come to a decision. Good for him.

“Thanks, Waylon. You seem like a pretty great guy to me,” he said simply, and Waylon definitely did not feel a lump in his throat.

“This is after years o’ Harley workin’ on me,” he grumbled gruffly. Shaking his head, he slurped down the last of his milkshake quickly.

Nothing like brain freeze to explain being a little misty eyed.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Compliments

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader (Male)

Rating Smut

Concept Shower Compliments

Smut Nudity / Cum / 'big boy' / 'cutie' / jerking off / bj /

Requested Anonymous asked:

I've been reading your stories for a long time now, and I love them. I was just wondering if it would be possible to have a couple from the perspective of a male y/n? Either way, great content. Thank you!

I yawned a little as I pushed myself up from my hammock feeling my back crack and my neck immediately becoming sore from sleeping in the rough hammock all night. But I slipped on my shoes and headed out into the glades grass with a stretch, I know I'm up early as always only the runners and maybe a keeper or two is ever up this kinda time but I liked being up early gave me some alone time. I headed across the glade towards the deadheads to the small roughly built showers, they were mostly just wooden frames with the same twig built walls as most glade buildings but only enough to really cover you shoulder to knee as given were all boys wasn't much point to much more as they were communal anyway. Some hastily built contraption the builders came up with for water honestly I don't understand it but not like I need to at least it's better then the klunk buckets.

I headed over and began to kick off my stuff when I noticed a pair of feet it was strange for the showers to be occupied this time of morning, part of why I got up so early but I couldn't help but smile as I saw who it was, he had cleared been Washing his face and hair as a moment or so later his head threw back up revealing his messy blonde hair 

"Ohh hey y/n" he smiled

"Hey newt, there uhh room in there for a small one?"

"Yeah sure don't worry about it man" he chuckled

So I kicked off the last of my clothes and headed in putting a fair bit of space between us as I began my shower it of course being ice cold, I did feel kinda self conscious given I wasn't alone but I just kept my hand there to give myself a little bit of protection. As I washed and scrubbed I noticed newt our the corner of my eye I guess I never really looked at him that much, he was thin but with firm arms where he worked in the garden all day, his ankle badly bruised, his chest hairless except a tiny speckle of blonde hair on his stomach, he had a very prominent V given he was so thin and I was taken back immediately as my eyes met his… his… 

Holy shuck! 

I couldn't tell exactly how big from here but enough to surprise me, I never imagined newt to really be packing all that much then again I don't suppose I had really thought about it before. But… klunk! That's uhhh that's alot of cock for such a skinny boy.

It then became even more of a necessity to keep myself covered attempting to conceal the fact that this ice cold water and his vainy manhood had basically made me a rock. 

I knew his shower was almost finished and he'd be going soon at first I didn't want to say anything meerly keep this memory in my mind and go off to the deadheads tonight but I felt compelled to speak up

"Hey uhh newt?"

"Yeah?" He asks 

"Can I uhhh can I tell you something?'

"Sure go ahead y/n"

"This uhh this might sound kinda weird but… you have a great dick"

There was silence between us for a moment and he glanced over

"Thank you? I think?"

"Sorry kinda weird"

"No no it's cool, I mean we're both guys"

"Exactly, we both have dicks"

"Yeah, it should be cool to compliment"

"Yeah! Like you would someone's hair or their shirt"

"Thanks y/n." He smiled "if we're complementing, you have a great arse" 

"Thanks" I smiled back "maybe we should put them together sometime - that came out really wrong! I meant like -"

"Don't apologise. I think we both know what you meant y/n" he chuckled "see you around" he says heading out the showers 

"Yeah see ya" I nodded finishing my own and scampering off to work.

I felt so nervous all day that someone heard or that newt would tell someone about the showers. Even if I had to admit I was still stiff from just thinking about him all day I sat at dinner unable to stop shifting in my seat watching him across the way I couldn't help being reminded of his naked body. I'd had enough so I returned my bowl for dinner and headed into the deadheads stopping at a clearing undoing my pants and taking a grip of myself "uuhhh" I groaned 

"Y/n? That you?' I heard behind me so I quickly took my hand out and did my pants up turning to see newt had come after me

"Yeah, yeah it's me"

"You okay? You've been kinda off all day? Something up?"

"Yeah something is uhh definitely up."

"What is it?" 

"Sorry it's complicated"

"Come on, just tell me what's up?"

"Okay… I'm hard as shuck."

"Okay. Why?"

"I have been all day, after seeing you this morning"

"Ohh." He says "why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't wanna be weird"

"It's not weird, two boys… getting hard for each other after seeing each other so exposed" he smirked taking my hand softly playing with my fingers "totally normal. Just like one guy yawning because another guy does"

"Exactly. I just uhhh I really liked what I saw"

"Yeah? Me too." He smirked 

I couldn't wait any longer and grabbed his neck pulling him into a kiss immediately he kissed me back and wrapped his arms around me one hand grabbing my ass hard, we kissed intensely until my back hit a nearby tree And we pulled away 

"What do you want me to do?"

"Uhhh just make me cum please newt' 

"So long as you pay me back?'

"I will I promise. Just… please I've been hard all day" 

"Okay" he smirked nibbling and kissing my neck as he undid my pants and took a grip of my shaft "humm I see why you were hiding it in the shower, didn't wanna show off how hard you were" he smirked stroking my shaft playfully "maybe if you hadn't been hiding so much I could have complimented way more than your arse" he smirked taking a grip of my hilt and jerking at first slow but getting faster and more merciless often rubbing precum with his thumb as he kissed and left hikis on my neck all while I tried desperate to keep quiet so the guys wouldn't hear us 

"Uuughhh… uuuuuuuhhh… uuughhhh newt please… oh shuck- uuughhhh! Uuummmm I'm so close. I'm so close newt please" 

"Just tug my hair okay" he whispered

I was confused as his hand left me but he moved to his knees pressing kisses to my shaft before then taking me and sucking as he held onto my pants often glancing up at me which only got me closer I had to physically bite my lip to stop my screams of pleasure gripping his hoodie hard 

"Shuck-" he groans pulling back a moment to undo his own pants taking his own cock in hand to jerk himself as he returned to deep throat my cock 

"Uuhhh uuughhhh uuughhh newt… newt… please I'm… I'm gonna Cu- uuughhhh! Uuuuuuuhhh!" I groaned tugging his hair hard letting him move back just as I hit my peak sending my seed across the grass 

"That feel better cutie?" He whispered and I nodded 

"Ummm much better." I gasped "now it's your turn big boy." I smirked pushing him against the tree I tossed his hand away and replaced it with my own stroking at first but it quickly became jerking his slender cock 

"Uuummmm" he groans rolling his head against the tree "uhhhh more please" he whined 

"Okay, guide me how you like it" I smirked moving to my knees and happily taking him in my mouth it took a couple of tries for me to get use to him and not gag but we figured it out I took what I couldn't take in my hand jerking into my mouth letting him hold my hair to guide me where he needed me his other hand finding grips in the tree bark 

"Uuughhh not that your not doing a good job down there cutie. But I already jerked off today, not sure I can go again."

"Already?" I asked pulling back smirking as I licked and stroked him softly

"I couldn't help it. That arse looked so good this morning" he smirked 

"Anything that would get you there big boy?'

"Hummm… how about something a little more invasive?" He smirked 

"Really?" I smirked getting back to my feet pressing my body against his grinding on him hard 

"Yeah,"

"Alright, you wanna be top or bottom?'

'humm I think we both know the answer to that" he smirked "bend over" he demanded 

[art-of-fict]

KAMIUMI

Will you sit upon the Throne of Creation?

What sort of world shall you make?

Will you look upon it with love?

And...will you do it all again and again, just for a glimpse at where you started?

Do you think it's that easy to escape the Cycle 曼荼羅?

Purification requires calamity.

Purification requires calamity.

Fanart for Shin Megami Tensei V! Absolutely adored this game. Finished all the endings. Poured like 200 hours into it. Now, you might say "But Fict, this game really doesn't have 200 hours worth of content...you can pretty much explore all the options in just two runs" and to that I say "Valid but I really like the mechanics and setting and aesthetic and everything and I found the repetition relaxing instead of tedious and I also really really really wanted to fight Satan for real and the final boss music was WORTH IT"

Also I hear there's a sequel coming out soon? Oh boy, can't wait to go demon-collecting to some sick beats while contemplating the nature of time and responsibility and everything again

Additional info + timelapse

I originally wanted to have the beads be a mitama reference, but there's only 4 and I wanted six beads so I ended up going with something else.

Now, they're arranged as rough opposites. The white one reads as 直(す) (nao[su]) "to repair/mend" or "to cure." It's also the kanji seen in 直毘神 (Naobi no Kami), the name of a god of purification who quells calamities. They (together with Izunome) were born to oppose—guess who—禍津日神 (Magatsuhi no Kami)!

The red orb is 禍 (maga). Magatsuhi no Kami is a god of calamity who causes disaster to fall upon the realm, born when Izanagi "exorcised the impurity of hell" from his body after a trip to the underworld. However, some believe that appeasing Magatsuhi no Kami can prevent disaster. In such cases, Magatsuhi no Kami is usually enshrined alongside Naobi no Kami (see above link).

As you may have guessed, the "Nahobino" of the game is inspired by Naobi no Kami. Fascinating how they have the Nahobino use the power of the Magatsuhi, isn't it? Purification and calamity...

Anyway! The last two. The green orb is 神 (kami), which can be plainly translated as "god" or "deity." Taken a bit further, it refers to "the divine" and opposed to "the profane" or "the mundane." The blue is 産(み) (u[mi]), "birth." 神産�� (kamiumi) as a word refers to the birth of the Shinto deities following the creation of the islands. Taken more broadly, it can refer to the idea of "the birth of a new god."

You can only just barely see it, but opposite of the 産 is 滅(び) (horo[bi]), which can be summed up as "to fall to ruin" or "to be destroyed."

I was originally going to have 神 arranged so you could see its opposite but I couldn't come up with a good enough "opposite." I thought maybe 魔 (ma) which is like, "demon/evil spirit," but one of the kanji for けがれ (kegare) ("impure" "dirty" "blaspheme") would also work really well...but it also might be too similar to 禍? Idk. Anyway it ended up not mattering 'cause you can't see it.

Timelapse! 1 minute, though I may upload the full 11 minute one separately if ya want

Plus the two very very rough starting sketches

[entertext]

HGSN 19-2

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

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P1

Tanaka: (Is he himself "Nounuki-sama"?)

Tanaka: (No, there's no way)

Tanaka: (But he is holding onto something strongly related to it)

Tanaka: (He's definitely come into contact with it)

Tanaka: (There are probably only two kids around high school age in this village)

Tanaka: (The Indou boy who went missing...)

Tanaka: (As I thought, something must have happened...)

P2

Tanaka: .......

Tanaka: (That thing doesn't have an ego much less any emotions)

Tanaka: (It should be more of a conceptual thing)

Tanaka: (Taking on a human form and living normally...)

Tanaka: (Is that even possible?)

Tanaka: ...Will the hound be able to find it soon...?

P3

--

Hikaru: You're a real animal-lover, aren't ya?

Yoshiki: You don't like them, Hikaru?

Hikaru: Hm? They're okay. But they don't seem to like me much.

Yoshiki: It's not that I like animals because they like me. I like that they live by their own rules that have nothing to do with humans.

Hikaru: Ohhh. So you like their way of life or something?

Yoshiki: Yeah. I like the ones that can kill or eat humans too.

P4

Hikaru: You know, that's just called hating people!

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(sfx: suddenly awake)

Maki: Oh! Yoshiki, you're awake!

Maki: Huh!? Why are you crying?

Yoshiki: Huh?

P5

Maki: Well, guess I gotta give you...

(sfx: in tatters)

Maki: my handkerchief...

Yoshiki: It's nasty, no thanks.

Maki: Sure...

(sfx: noisy crowd)

Yoshiki: By the way, is your arm ok?

Maki: It's awful

Yoshiki: How did it get broken anyways?

P6

Maki: Ah... In the clubroom, my senpai started acting weird and flipping out...

Maki: Doesn't seem like people are talking about it much though

Yoshiki: Whoa...

Maki: ....

Maki: ...unbelievable, now I won't be able to play in the tournament, you've got to be kidding me, argh...

(sfx: scratch scratch)

Yoshiki: (Now that I think of it, Maki took his extracurriculars pretty seriously)

(sfx: clatter)

(sfx: school chimes)

P7

Teacher: Ahem...It's only a short time until finals

Teacher: So, everyone, please make sure to study...

Teacher: In particular, regarding transitive and intransitive verbs...

(sfx: page flipping)

P8

Yoshiki: (Nounuki-sama...there's still a ton of stuff we don't know)

Matsuura: Hajime's father, Grandpa Takeda. Why don't you try asking him?

Matsuura: He's from the same generation as my mother.

Yoshiki: He probably won't take us seriously if we just show up at his house. What should we do...?

Yoshiki: Would Hikaru's dad...

Yoshiki: ...have known something?

Yoshiki: *sighs*...

(sfx: cicadas)

Yoshiki: Nn...?

P9

(sfx: cicadas)

Yoshiki: Something...is coming this way...

P10

Yoshiki: Ah.

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Twitter Extra (link):

Next chapter: 2023/07/18

Maki (11 years old)

Yuuki: Whoa, there's hair!?

Maki: It's not that suprising...It's not like I always had a shaved head...

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I don't remember if its come up explicitly before, but Maki is on the baseball team according to the official website.

Twitter link should work even without an account (at least to view the image).

[ninja-muse]

So, as you can probably guess by this post, I've decided to continue posting wrap-ups after all, but not necessarily a review every month. (This month, for instance, I read a bunch of good stuff but nothing I wanted to rave about.) I'm still tracking this stuff for my own edification and I like coming up with snappy one-sentence summaries, so if I'm doing 90% of the work already…. You'll also notice that this year, for spice and transparency, I'm adding in where I got the books from, in case people somehow though I was buying everything.

Anyway, I've had a good start to my reading year, all told. Sadly I've already had a DNF—it's a great fantasy if you're moving from YA to adult, but I wanted something more—and one book that probably should have been a DNF but I pushed through to find out what was causing the horror stuff and … didn't get a good answer. But everything else was good!

I have not, however, done well on my goal of "buy fewer books". Mislaid in Parts Half-Known and the new Rivers of London comic were auto-buys, and The History of Magic is one I've wanted to read for a while but is now effectively out of print in Canada and unavailable at the library so when it showed up to work on sale…. My last book purchase was even more accidental; a semi-coworker reached out with their recent unhaul and asked if I'd like to take anything off their hands. I'd heard of Fantomina and it seemed up my alley—17th-century romance/erotic/feminist fiction—and the price was right.

Oh yes, and my work got Bookshops and Bonedust stickers. I had no choice there either.

And that's about it for updates! Click through to see everything I read this month, in the rough order of how glad I was to have read them.

The Phoenix Crown - Janie Chang and Kate Quinn

An opera singer, an embroiderer, a painter, and a botanist are drawn together by a businessman with a love for Chinese art. Out in February.

7/10

main character with migraines, 🏳️‍🌈 main character (sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic), Chinese-American main character, Chinese-American secondary characters, Argentinian secondary character, secondary character with permanent hand injury and PTSD, Taiwanese-Canadian author, 🇨🇦

warning: misogyny, anti-Chinese racism including slurs

Reading copy

Bunyan and Henry - Mark Cecil

When Paul Bunyan leaves the security of Lump Town on a quest to save his wife, he learns that the tallest tale of all might just be the American Dream. Out in March

7/10

protagonist with disfigured foot and chronic pain, Black and Chinese-American secondary characters

Reading copy

Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands - Heather Fawcett

When Wendell’s past catches him up at Cambridge, Emily and he set out for Austria to search for his door. They know it won't be easy but they weren't expecting this.

7/10

🇨🇦

Borrowed from work

The Book of Doors - Gareth Brown

Cassie inherits a magical book that lets her travel anywhere. Other people will do anything to acquire it. Out in February

7/10

Black and Japanese supporting characters; fat, Chinese, and Egyptian incidental characters

Warnings for gore and violence

Reading copy

How to End a Love Story - Yulin Kuang

Helen’s YA series is getting adapted and she’s in the writer’s room. Unfortunately so is the guy involved in her sister’s suicide and she’s never forgiven him. Enemies to lovers. Out in April

7/10

Chinese-American protagonist, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic, mlm), Middle Eastern-American secondary character, Chinese-American author

Warning: pre-book suicide, grief

Reading copy

Mislaid in Parts Half-Known - Seanan McGuire

When a student tries to force Antsy to work for her, Antsy and her new friends escape through a Door and begin a long trip home.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (multisexual, trans boy); Japanese-American, Black, Latino, fat, and albino secondary characters, 🏳️‍🌈 author

Purchased

Rivers of London, Vol 11: Here Be Dragons - Ben Aaronovitch and Andrew Cartmel

Peter Grant investigates a series of UFO sightings that have … wings and claws?

7/10

Black-British main character, Black-British secondary character, Muslim secondary character

Purchased

In The Pines - Grace Elizabeth Hale

A woman realizes the story of her grandfather stopping a lynching may have been very untrue, and digs into Mississippi history to reckon with what actually happened.

7/10

focus on Black lives

warning: racism, lynching

Library book

Bryony and Roses - T. Kingfisher

When Bryony tries to take a rose from a mysterious manor house, the Beast who lives there makes her stay. And there might be a curse he wants broken?

6.8/10

physical TBR/Christmas gift

Heartstopper, Vol. 5 - Alice Oseman

Uni is on the horizon and Nick’s unsure what he wants for his future. Charlie wants to take their relationship to the next level, but is he really ready?

6.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonists (gay, bisexual), Black-British, Egyptian-British, Middle Eastern-British and Chinese-British secondary characters, Muslim supporting character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (trans girl, lesbian, asexual), 🏳️‍🌈 incidental characters (nonbinary), 🏳️‍🌈 author

Warning: author supports Israel

Borrowed from work

Bad Glass - Richard E. Gropp

Something horrifying is happening to the people of Spokane. A young photographer sneaks in to document it.

5/10

Indian-American secondary character, Black secondary characters, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (gay)

warning: body horror, dubious consent

Library ebook

DNF

Sun of Blood and Ruin - Mariely Lares

Pantera fights to protect her city from Spanish colonists while hiding her true identity as a noblewoman. Unfortunately, the world might soon be ending. Out in February.

Indigenous Mexican protagonist and secondary characters, Mexican-American author

reading copy

Currently reading

The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store - James McBride

The Black and Jewish residents of a Pennsylvania neighbourhood get along (mostly) but tensions build when the government decides to take a local Deaf kid to an asylum.

Jewish and Black cast, major character with chronic illness and a limp, secondary Deaf character, Black author

warning: ableist characters and institutions, racist and anti-Semitic characters

Library book

Eve - Cat Bohannon

A history of human evolution, through the lens of the female body.

reading copy

Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.

The Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle Victorian detective stories

major disabled character

warning: racism, colonialism

Stats

Monthly total: 11 Yearly total: 11 Queer books: 2 Authors of colour: 1.5 Books by women: 7 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 1.5 Classics: 0 Off the TBR shelves: 1 Books hauled: 4 ARCs acquired: 5 ARCs unhauled: 5 DNFs: 1

[psychologicalwarclaire]

WHAAAAT. I JUST WATCHED EPISODE 10. EXCUSE ME??? THEY HAD NO RIGHT TO GO THAT HARD IN A SHOW ABOUT LEGOS. All the second hand embarrassment i suffered through this episode was worth it!!

I AM SO FILING AWAY THIS SHOT FOR LATER. THEY COOKED.

Tbh when the episode opened i immediately noticed an increase of cinematic camera choices. I still think the slowmo is a bit lame 90% of the time, but omfg. Whoever boarded this episode was on fire.

Listen, i know im being gaslit by evil lord garmadon but IM WEAK FOR DADS OK. HES JUST A DAD. HE CARES ABOUT HIS SON. Im gonna go sob in my corner of the room over this. 2012 shredder wishes he were lord garmadon.

Cole: we have to live with this guy?

Zane: but sensei! he’s got four arms!

The four arm joke never got old. Man, most of this episode i was torn over some really good line delivery, to suffering over one of my least favorite tropes, to fricking not-evil dad moment, to THE MUSIC GOING FULL INSANO STYLE. The tone of this episode really just flipped itself on the head from silly to OH WE SERIOUS NOW. Ack i cant get over kai and lloyd in the volcano. That was. Ooh boy. Intense. (Also I know that the volcano was erupting, but master wu really made everyone leave kai and lloyd behind. And hm. Ok i guess.)

Speaking of master wu, him being like “i didnt even consider a girl could be the green ninja”. *facepalm* Bro congrats for acknowledging your sexism? I guess? I did wonder why she wasnt a ninja cuz shes just as competent as the others but….it really was sexism and that kinda hurts on a personal level. Not nya looking at her brother and going, ya i dont want to end up like that. GIRL STOP BEING RELATABLE.

Comparatively to the rest of the episode, the final scene was kinda weak with how everything wrapped up. Maybe i dont have the braincell for this, but kai realizing lloyd was the green ninja didnt make a whole lot of sense to me. I personally knew he was bc i watched the ninjago movie, but im kinda scratching my head over how kai came to that conclusion. I might be missing something, but it does feel like he shot in the dark and got it right somehow.

Me: why are you all concerned about getting the fangblade when its slipping into the lava? Dont you want it destroyed?

*fangblade left behind floats down the lava river shark style and into the hangs of pythor*

OK WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW ITD CONVENIENTLY DO THAT

Anyways, ty for listening to my ninjago thoughts. :]

CACKLING. Oh dear Pixel you will soon find that "they had no right to go that hard in a show about Legos" will become your catchphrase.

He may be the evil lord of darkness, but he's a good dad! We love Garmadon. Four arms and all. There are so many jokes about four arms and it's one of my favorite running bits.

Okay yes, Wu has some internalized sexism. Early seasons of the show are a little rough that way, but I promise it gets better eventually. Nya is the victim of misogyny quite a few times, but 90% of the time it's villains or bad/annoying/unpleasant people doing it. So there's that.

I haven't rewatched this episode in a WHILE, so I don't remember how exactly Kai figured it out. We do not speak of the Lego Ninjago Movie 😀 it fills me with rage.

SAME with the fang blade though. I guess the characters already knew that they're borderline indestructible.

Heheheeee thank you for sharing your reactions!

[chaggie-supporter]

Sunday special:

○|PT.5: OVERLORD|○

When I came down this morning, Angel was back, except he looked even more pissed off at Pentious. So I decided to check what was going on.

"Hey Angel, you alright? What happened?"

"No, I'm not. Last night, I caught that slippery twerp placing cameras for Vox all around the hotel."

Vox again! Who is he, and what does he want with the hotel?

"So why is Pentious still here if he did that?" I ask.

"Because little miss sunshine and rainbows came down the stairs to see us fighting it out, and she sang a damn song with him! Now there are besties!" He says with an eye roll. Why would she do that? He was literally being a spy!

"Oh great. I knew there was something up with him."

"Same, honestly." Angel responds. "Anyways, how wad your night, sweet cheeks?"

Right. Just when I thought he was being normal. I'll have to get used to it, I guess.

Just then Alastor walks into the lobby with a group of suit and top hat wearing eggs, (which I can now assume are egg bois) and announces he will be leaving for a short while, as he has an outing planned for the day. I walk up to him as he's leaving and ask, "Hey, Alastor, can I tag along? I don't want to sit here the rest of the day."

"Why, of course, my dear! Just dont be any trouble now, ha ha ha!" He says, holding the door open for me to step out. He comes out after me, and we begin to walk back in the direction of the clocktower, which now reads '111'.

We walk in silence for a short while before I break it.

"So, do you know who Vox is?" His eyes narrow in what seems like.. annoyance? Though, it's hard to tell.

"Ah, that frivolous television. Yes, I do know who Vox is. Why do you ask?" He responds.

"Well, I've just heard his name a few times, and I wondered if he had any relevance to the hotel? Angel said he had seen Pentious placing cameras around for him."

He stays silent for a moment, though I can hear pretty loud radio static.

"That stupid rectangle of disappointment and misery actually has quite the obsession with me for some weird reason. He has zero relevance to me or the hotel."

I think it's about time to change topics. He seems angry.

"And what about those.. eggs? What are they?" I gesture to the group of eggs behind us.

"Oh, these? These, I believe, are our serpentine friend's minions that our one-eyed body guard has asked me to dispose of." I'm about to ask more when a tall black figure appears in front of us.

"Hark,

Alastor. How art thou?"

Woah. This thing is about eleven foot tall and dressed in all black, with four eyes. He reminds me of a spider.

"Who's this boss? Want me to rough him up for ya?" One of the eggs say.

"Follow in silence, if you value your shell." Alastor says to it before turning back to the spider. "Greetings, Zestial!" Zestial? Weird name. I hear a demon yell in fear behind us at the sight of him. Why are they scared if him?

"Ah, the weather doth become this fine day, but bid me, who is this companion with thee?" He says, looking at me.

"Ah yes, this is a dear friend of mine, Alex."

'Dear friend?' I haven't even known him for a week.

"Hello" I say. He looks confused. "Uhhh hello.. why doth thee not feareth me?" Zestial asks. Should I be scared of him?

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are. Should I be scared of you?" I ask.

"Well, indeed. Most cowar in my presence. I am the great Zestial Morde, oldest of overlords." What's an overlord? "Nice to meet you."

"Indeed, but thy lack of feareth doest make me wonder, why art thee in hell?"

I pause for a moment. Should I tell people why I think I'm in hell? But then again, I'm probably not going to meet this guy again..

"I killed my brother and sister. Then my dad killed me." I blurt out.

"..Intruiging." He says, slightly surprised. Why is he surprised? There's surely been worse in hell.

"Right. Okay, well Alex, it has been a pleasure, but I'm afraid I have to leave you here. The rest of my outing is quite confidential." Alastor says, before walking off with Zestial.

"Alright, see you then.." I say as he walks off with Zestial and the eggs. Wow. Just leave me on the side of the road like that. Nonetheless, I walk back the same route we came.

When I return to the hotel, I notice everyone is gone. Where'd they go? I take a seat on the couch and just wait for what feels like hours, when finally everyone returns, except Vaggie. Everyone is happy and laughing, except Charlie, who seems upset. Everyone comes and sit on the couches, except Charlie who went upstairs.

They all seem to be talking about some sort of fight. Wait, fight?! How come the one day I leave them they get into a fight? I wanna fight!

After a while of listening, I glance up to see both Charlie and Vaggie looking at everyone from an inside balcony. How did she get back in? Soon enough, Alastor also rejoins us, the eggs still trailing behind him.

"Alastor. Failed to get rid of the eggs I see?" Vaggie calls down to him.

"Yes well the little things prive to be quite useful." He calls back. Then, Pentious's face lights up with pure joy when she tells Alastor to return them to him. He scoops them all into a hug, before ordering them to clean his 'quarters'.

The rest of the night was honestly brilliant. Everyone sat up talking, drinking and playing card games into the early hours of morning. It felt like one big family. At around 3 AM, everyone retreated to their rooms to catch some sleep. I enter my room and get into the bed, but thoughts still circle in my mind. I think about what Alastor said about Vox. How pentious was trying to sly for him, how he seems to have an obsession with alastor. Why?

I don't get to sleep until about 5 AM, as my thoughts wouldn't quiet. But eventually exhaustion won, and I fell into a sleep

[prettyflyshyguy]

We do a little live posting. You know the drill.

Abridged and way more rough and tumble for anyone following along at home, cause I'm skipping scenes and ignoring all the Heaven sub (sorry. I can't watch it. I want to see my awful boys be awful without Heaven related activity)

We're kicking off this speedrun sesh with S5E2 - Good God, Y'all!

I am REELING AND LAMENTING that Sam's demon blood arc ended the way it did.

ESPECIALLY WHEN WE GET SCENES LIKE THIS - this man wants to lick this shit so fucking bad to see if he can tell if its Demon blood or if he just shanked two normal humans

and now he's GASLIGHT, GATEKEEP, GIRLBOSSING Dean lmfaooo

Oh my god I love seeing Sam just flip spots with Dean this is the best oh my god its so good - this is a great and fun way to play with these two archetypes and I'm living for it but at the same time I just know it's gonna frustrate me more then it will entertain me in the long run.

OK ANON WAS RIGHT IT WAS WORTH IT JUST FOR THIS

ok it was worth it just for this scene this is GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT

aaaaaaaaaaaand it lasted about 0.5 seconds nice. I'm fine. I'm fine about this. I'm not mad. I'm not mad that like one 15th of this episode scratched a very specific itch and the rest was "eh"

I also love that the worlds most fucked up co-dependent "only family I have left" brothers just shake hands and go "yeah guess we should just fucking separate from one an other! Bye!" at the end of episode 2 of season 5 LMFAO bye Sam see you next time

AAAAAAAND WE'RE SKIPPING STRAIGHT TO S5E5 - Fallen Idols

Based off anons recommendations, hilariously, is when Sam returns.

Bye Sam, hi Sam!

Anyway this episode has been fun because A) the boys are shit flinging again and B) Dean thought a car was going to crush him

I also love that they're setting things on fire in a wax museum and there are no automatic sprinklers

PARIS HILTON????

Damn Sam fans are having it good this season huh

AS I SAID: SAM FANS ARE HAVING IT GOOD THIS SEASON

Ok Ya girl got frustrated and I don't think I have the mental capacity to handle more comedy episodes (despite some of the S5 ones looking fun. I need grit. I need pain. I need nasty.)

I'm regrettably dumpster diving into S6.......

Oh dear.

I fucking lied I'm reading the episode synopsises and none of them grip me untill Lisa was mentioned fucking F in the chat

anyway I think I'm gonna stop here.

Cannot believe Dean went back to Lisa and Ben's house and he didnt fucking tell either of them "Sorry I hurt you both its cause I was a vampire for a day"

un fucking believable

I mean I'd take it if either actually brought up the fact he shoved them both

But at least Ben chewed him the fuck out.

anyway I'm not emotional about this YOU'RE emotional about this

[ddelline]

s(tory) i(n) p(rogress) saturday

blurb | sup tumbler, it's ya girl!!! ya girl who's popping back in here after being absent for a solid month n a half (not voluntary, believe me) w a wildly non-canonical slice of jjk!post canon!doomed yuri!bit. I've been tits down (ass up) in work & gigs but caught up w the manga & anime today, anddd........

.......ho boy. if I wasn't f*cking inspired to write depravity for cv(sm)/adsr ANDDD, anDD venture off-road into au/rare pair!hell after that. gege, I did not have an ounce of faith left in u. but wtf!!!! anyway here we are w/ a bit of (incredibly) rough nobamaki (no I don't go here so idk what the ship apprev is (nor am I clever enough 2 coin my own sexy-sounding ship shorthand))

premise | post-canon (wherein everyone who's currently alive stays alive, plus nobara (as canonically never refuted!!!) lived post-shibuya) wherein both kugisaki nobara and zen'in maki, somewhere between bleeding wound & puckereed scar tissue, learn that you can be simultaneously more and less than your heritage - and be better for it. plus yūji. bc it's yūji

She startles awake at dawn.

An approximation of dawn, at the very least.

It’s funny, Nobara thinks, viewing the world through a half lens: she’d berated all of her tiny, narrow-eyed and even narrower-brained town of Yomogita as being one-eyed—as in figuratively—without ever stopping for a second to consider a) the possible physicality of the expression, or b) that she might one day be one-eyed (now literally, not figuratively).

It’s day three post-apocalypse—because what other term are you supposed to use when describing the past couple weeks—when she stumbles out the door of her corner of their figurative dorm at ass-o’clock in the morning and runs smack in to the unyielding front of Itadori.

The physicality of Itadori is a fun house that’s been abandoned to its vices, lilting just on the side of forsaken more than unoccupied: he’s baby faced and peach-haired at the same time as he’s sixteen rows of abs and a set of quadriceps fashioned to choke, rather than scale.

Nobara twists left and slams into him, but instead of admitting to the loss and conceding that she’s still wholly out of her depth with only one eye (plus a coorinated set of PTSD-guided nightmares, give or take) she starts and jumps backwards.

“Itadori!” she barks. 

Itadori has the good graces (which she was never taught—or they never stuck, whatever) to look sheepish. “Kugisaki,” he concedes. “You’re up early.”

She sucks a breath through her teeth. “Someone’s got to pick up the slack.”

Itadori inclines his head. He motions haplessly outwards, as if to say ‘headed out?’.

He says: “Where’re you headed?”

Tomato, tomah-to.

There’s a fine line between actively questioning and passively acknowledging, though via noncommittal query, what her intentions are, at 06:48 AM.

Nobara acknowledges the soft cheeked, unyielding abs-and-shoulders dichotomy of Itadori; she sees only the snot-nosed silhouette of the baby sibling she’d never had.

“You can take a guess, can’t you?”

“Hm. I guess you can’t sleep either.” 

It’s neither pitying nor searching. Is a question that isn’t a question.

Nobara rights the waist of her skirt and smooths the lines of her shirt down. It’s just beginning to crease, the poplin cotton of the uniform shirt starchily pressed still, its perfunctory lines not yet worn down to the point of giving beneath the press of the day’s whatever burdens. “It’s morning. You thought you could sleep in, or something?”

Itadori tilts his sharp-boned, soft-cheeked face. He smiles. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[videostak]

still seareching for a liver than youll ever be stones CD T-T the one i had got was a CDr which CDrs tend to not work well or like have trouble being read on my CD player and also just always have kinda blurry not v nice packaging and none of the magic of 90s CDs bootlegs so looking for one stilll tho it seems real hard T-T almost got one that was like a bootleg in the style of those mfsl original master CDs u kno w/ hte minimized album art and gold CD but then looked it up and saw it was a CDr and was like T-T tho rly just want one thatss the full 2nd concert tho will probably also get one thats the og LP track listing if it sshows up for cheap since i do just want one in general. tho the nicest looking CDs are ones w/ the og stamped on type cover that are CDs released in 94/96 but also the amount of ppl on discogs who own those discs is v small so im sure theyre p rare but the other CDs have p ugly covers tbh that arent even from the 1969 tour and are mostly still mick taylor era pics but like later 70s like exile tour n so forth n stuff. tho the best bet is the swingin pig CD thats from 1990 cause that has all 16 tracks but that showed up a week or so ago for like more than 100$ soo ya T-T theres another one called vintage but vigorous that only has the og LP track listing and a slightly better looking cover imo even tho it also isnt from the 69 tour but yaa just gonna have to wait and keep an eye out. also of mention is that the 100$ dissappeared later the same night it showed up and i think it was delisted so like i have to keep an eye out daily tbh if i really wanna find one. idk what the rules on bootlegs on ebay are cause like u can find tons but some do get removed so it is strange. i remember when i was getting beach boys smile CDs and a seller messaged me cause i viewed smthn they later delisted saying they would relist it if i bought it right away lol like i guess to avoid having it delisted by ebay. tho i guess it depends cause like therees some that are always up like idk. reallly wanna find one its a great greate album like def a equal to if not better than ya yas like ya ya has the upper hand of being official better quality and stuff but live'r has the benefit of being like unfiltered live audio and the roughness goes in its favor in the same way got live's roughness benefits its energy. even just the LP live'r like the fact it doesnt have vocal overdubs like ya yas does gives it an upper hand at being a more genuine live document and the CDs that have the full second concert benefit from having the full concert like stuff like under my thumb and gimme shelter sound real great so yeas.. anyways my musik von harmonia germanofon CD shipped today so im like yayyyyy wonder what its gonna sound like. germanofons aree usually great sounding given the context but i have this 1995 japanese CD of musik von harmonia that really sounds excellent and has great packaging n everything that i have zero complaints abt so like wonder how its gonna hold up to that.

[beepression]

vaccine appointments

Mr. Snuffles, ya girl’s got back to back to back vaccine appointments all day today. meow No breaks for mommy today. meow Don’t we love it when mommy’s work violates OSHA regulations. mrow *** Will this keep me from dying? From the Coronavirus, most likely, yes. But what about like, old age. Or being hit by a bus. Um. No. WELL WHAT EVEN IS THE POINT. … … do you still want the shot. … yes. * What’s the weirdest side effect this thing can give you? Well, I saw in an academic paper somebody claimed that the vaccine gave them genital herpes. Oh my god. Can… can the vaccine- No it cannot. I’m guessing somebody was fabricating an excuse. Ah. Well, at least somebody’s getting laid. Yeah. That’s nice. * My brother said that the vaccine was “the mark of the beast.” I can assure you that it is not. Oh yeah totally, I know. But I’d get it anyway if it was. Why is that? I’m a member of the Church of Satan. Oh. How’s that. It’s more bake sales than anything else. I see. Right arm or left arm? Left, of course. * Sir? Is everything okay? Yeah, it’s just that… my wife left me. Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. Just the stress of the pandemic and everything. That’s rough. I also may have maybe sort of cheated on her. Uh. I see. Do you think I’m a bad person? I don’t really know you, but I also don’t think a single mistake should define a person. But what’s your first impression of me? I don’t know. You seem alright, I suppose. Oh that makes me so happy. Listen, I have a court date with my ex-wife next week. Would you be willing to come in and testify on how good of a person I- Absolutely not. * Is there a microchip in that. Nope. Just a protein that makes your immune system go buck wild. Buck wild? In a good way. Oh. Ummm. Everything okay? How do I… for instance. I know a woman… who has a husband. Go on. That husband… let’s say… doesn’t want to get the vaccine because he thinks it’s a microchip. I see. How would this wife convince this husband, in this imaginary example, to get the shot? Uhhhh, hm. What does this theoretical husband think the microchips are for? So “they” can keep track of people without their knowledge. I see. Does your - I mean, does this husband have a cell phone? Yes. Does he keep it on him at all times? Pretty much. So why would “they” need to implant him with a tracking microchip if he carries one everywhere anyway? Oh. Huh. *** Lotta talkers today Mr. Snuffles. meow Nobody’s a better conversationalist than you though, my sweet boy. mrow That’s right. mow