#been saving up for this for a long fucking time so I'm HYPED

[alllgator-blood]

Gonna be gone for about a week!!!!

I have a bunch of ask doodles in progress that I'm gonna be posting either late today or early tomorrow, but tomorrow NIGHT I'm going on my first big boy vacation outside of the boring ass midwest. WOO VACATION let's fucking GOOOOO I WILL NEVER FINANCIALLY RECOVER FROM THIS. I'M GONNA KEEP THE DETAILS A SECRET TIL I'M BACK CAUSE I FEEL LIKE IF I GUSH ABOUT THIS, EVERYTHING WILL GO WRONG. A LOT HAS ALREADY GONE WRONG SO I NEED AS MUCH LUCK AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE

my friend I'm travelling with said I should take pics during the trip to draw the bishops on top of. So I'm probably gonna be doing that when I'm back lmao

[kisssukuna33]

Can i request Sukuna hyping up and being very devoted to his wife who is insecure about her body after having a baby?

Husband Sukuna comforting Wife reader who's insecure about her body after having a baby

"He finally went to sleep" Sukuna said letting out a big sigh of relief as he sat down on the couch beside you.

As much as it was a blessing, being first time parents really took a toll on you both. It's only been 2 months so far and the baby has pretty much changed your life upside down. The dark circles visible in both of your faces say that enough.

"He kept crying even after you left to check the restaurant this morning" a displeased sigh left your mouth matching your husband's.

"I told you to sleep woman" Sukuna said gently grabbing your face into his hands as he observed the dark circles under your eyes, a concerned expression taking over his face.

"Tell that to your son, he's the one keeping me up"

"That's why I told you to call me if he started to give you shit. That's it, I'm closing the restaurant for 3 more weeks" Sukuna said, no almost like he scolded you.

"You're going to lose customers if you keep closing it like this" You voiced your concern because you know Sukuna didn't spend time in the restaurant more than 4 days since you have given birth. Everytime he had to leave he looked at you like he's leaving you alone in a Battlefield.

"That's not something you have to concern yourself with, I pay the workers anyway" He got up from the couch as he went to your shared bedroom and came back with a bag in his hands.

"Besides I already earned enough for my family to be comfortable, you know that" He said as he put the bag in your hands.

"what's this?" You asked curiously taking a peek inside the bag. A dress. A gorgeous tube dress with a large flower in the middle and cut out from the sides. You can never compete with Sukuna's taste when it comes to choosing clothes. He knows what looks good on you everytime and you never doubted his taste until maybe now.

You have given birth only 2 months ago, your post pregnancy belly and the stretch marks surrounding it is still pretty much visible, not to mention you are completely a different size from before. You anxiously check the inside of your dress to see the size Sukuna bought you, in deep down you wanted to check if Sukuna also took notice in your change of weight. But for some reason the size tag has been ripped off from the dress already. That sly bastard.

"Wear it, We are going out for dinner. I already called Choso so he will babysit tonight" Sukuna said as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hair. He wanted to make you happy, he really did. He didn't want you to remember the early part of your parenting journey as only stress. He thought maybe finally going out for dinner can be a good change for the both of you. But it didn't take him that long to notice the sour expression in your face.

"uh Kuna how about we-"

"No we are going, you have been inside the house for 2 months. You need this" he said in a stern voice leaving no room for arguments.

You sigh thinking of another way to not wear this dress.

"This looks expensive" That earned an eyebrow raise from Sukuna.

"of course it isn't. When the fuck have I ever bought you cheap shit?" Sukuna said like he's personally offended by your comment.

"That's not what i- Anyway maybe this is too much for a dinner" please work! Please work! You mentally chanted as you continued with the lie "I'm gonna save this for a special occasion".

Sukuna wore a dumb look on his face. Clearly trying to figure out what nonsense are you spouting because he can just buy you a new one? Like he always do?

You avoided meeting meeting Sukuna's gaze because that man can read you like a book.

"Woman what are you- And Why do you keep looking that way? Look at me" Sukuna said as he kneeled down in front you.

He cupped your face with one hand as he brought it closer to his face.

"spit it out"

You left out a sigh as you began telling him how you felt about your post pregnancy body and it didn't take long for Sukuna's face to drop. He felt like it was his fault that you felt this way. It's been few weeks since you two shared intimacy and Sukuna wasn't able to remind you how much devoted he is to your body even after you gave birth ( your doctor said 4 weeks of no sex but Sukuna being the protective husband he is, decided to wait atleast two months).

The moment you finished your explanation Sukuna picked you up into his arms. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

He gently put you down the bed as he started to take off your shirt. You were a bit nervous at first but decided to let him do it anyway. The moment you see the scars visible in your belly you looked away hiding from Sukuna's gaze.

"Look at me, Don't look away"

Sukuna brought his face closer to your scars. First he ran his fingers through them. Like a blind man reading a book and touching it with care. Then his lips started to touch your skin. He kissed you softly slowly making his way around your scars. He kept bringing his eyes to yours reminding them to keep watching. Sukuna didn't miss a single scar, no. When he finally separated his lips from your body, you felt like he casted a spell on you. A purifying spell making all the negative energy around your body go away.

"You went through hell with the brat, those scars are reminders that how strong of a fight you put up. Scars or without scars you are still the same gorgeous woman I fell in love with 2 years ago" listening to Sukuna's words you can't help but let the tears fall down. How much lucky you must be to have this man in your life. If you could marry him again you would do it in a heartbeat.

"And don't you dare call my wife ugly I will fucking kill you"

That earned a giggle from your part as you smacked his chest playfully.

"Your wife must be a very lucky woman then" you murmured wrapping your arms around Sukuna's neck as you pull him into your embrace.

"Nah, I'm the lucky one"

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ｃｈｅｒｒｙ ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!changbin x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: smut/fluff

♡ Summary: Lately you and your boyfriend haven't seen much of each other. Conflicting schedules have kept you apart, making it difficult to sneak little moments in together, but one night when Changbin comes home to you sleeping in some especially sexy lingerie, he makes a decision that unintentionally results in you getting your time together...and loving every minute of it.

♡ Word Count: 2.5k-ish

♡ Warnings: male masturbation, masturbation while reader's sleeping, edging, a lil leg riding, a lil overstimulation, finger sucking, handjob, fingering, clit play, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, reader gets on top, squirting, super needy Changbin, reader's a lil bit of a brat, for sure a strength kink, pet names (baby).

♡ A/N: This fic is another request from my celebration of reaching 3.4k followers. I'm getting these out a bit slower than I wanted to but it's been really fun writing these so if you have a request please feel free to send one and I'll work on it as soon as I can. I'm also super hype getting a Binnie request because, I mean, look at the man. As always, I hope you like it, my loves.

It’d been Changbin’s idea to get it for you. The tiny red night dress with the delicate lace trim. With a plunging neckline and a slit running up the side, it’s the kind of thing a girl saves for Valentine’s Day. An anniversary even. But you? You chose a random Tuesday night. Why’d you have to choose a random Tuesday night?

When Changbin stumbled in late from the studio he knew you’d be fast asleep but what he couldn’t have predicted was how perfect you’d look lying face down in bed, the silk dress clinging tight to the contours of your body. For some ungodly reason you’d neglected to wear any panties, your ass peeking out just enough to make him hard before he could think to gain control over himself. 

Changing his clothes and hopping into bed, he tried everything he could to distract himself. Scrolling his phone, putting on a movie, lying in the dark and hoping to fall asleep. Nothing even came close to holding his attention long enough to stop his mind from running wild with all of the filthy things that dress made him want to do to you.

So here he is—lip tucked between his teeth, eyes glued to your body, a tight fist gliding up and down his throbbing cock. Cool summer air blows through the window, quieting the heat of his flush skin and kissing a tip so coated in arousal that it glistens in the moonlight. 

He tries to keep quiet, choking back moans each time one tries to claw its way out. But they only turn into desperate whimpers. He feels so pathetic…so needy. Needy for the warmth of your pussy hugging his cock the way his hand never could. Needy for those angelic sounds you make when you’re clenching around him, your juices soaking him from base to tip. He wants to see you all teary eyed, his name the last thing on your lips before you come so hard you see stars. 

His hand moves faster now, each flick of his wrist sloppier than the last. Thick veins slick with precum pulse along his length, the blood rushing to the head making it blush red. His head rocks back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut as he fucks into his hand. So far he’s been able to keep still, keeping all movement to a minimum to avoid waking you up, but the closer he edges towards his high the less he can hold back. He can’t help the way he trembles, sweat gathering at his brow as his thumb circles the rim, pushing him that much further. Just a few more pumps. Close. So close…

“Binnie, baby” you yawn, resting your cheek on his bare chest, “What ya doin?”

Your voice stops him mid stroke, his blood running cold at the realization that you’re awake. His lids pop open one at a time, meeting you with a gaze steeped in confusion. It’s cute how innocent he can manage to look in the midst of doing something like this.

“I was, uh, I was just…” he spits out, straining his mind to piece something together. 

Changbin holds his breath, waiting for you to say something. Anything. The truth is, you aren’t quite sure what to say. When you felt the bed moving a little more than usual you thought that maybe your boyfriend had been restless. All this work on his latest album has been keeping him up late and sometimes it takes everything to get him to go to sleep. This was the last thing you thought you’d roll over and find but you must admit that it’s quite the delicious sight. 

“You were just…” you hum, glancing down at the cock still throbbing in his fist. You pet his chest, manicured nails skating their way across taut muscle to slip below his waist. You lay your fingers over his, guiding his hand up and down in a slow, tortuous motion.

“Aah, fuck…” he moans, stomach tightening at the reintroduction of pleasure. 

You look back up at him, a sleepy grin dancing across your lips, “Let go, Binnie. Let me help you.”  

Your voice is floaty and sweet with a mischievous undertone that isn’t lost on him. He knows you’re up to something, he just doesn’t know what. All he knows is that his hand’s already moving away, your grip replacing his own with one that feels infinitely better.

Changbin’s warm to the touch, already twitching before you can even get a proper hold on him. You’re just barely awake, your body still breaking through the haze of sleep, but you feel that familiar sensation buzzing between your thighs. You’re getting wetter by the second, nipples pebbling beneath the silk as your palm glides along his shaft. 

It’s been said that when it comes to pleasure, no one knows you better than yourself but Changbin couldn’t disagree more. Masturbating could never replace what it’s like to have your pretty fingers struggling to keep themselves wrapped around the thickness of his cock. 

“S-sorry if I w-woke you up” he stutters, hips raising to chase your touch, “D-didn’t mean to.” 

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” you ask, draping a leg across his, “I could’ve helped.”

With your legs spread open there’s no denying how wet you are and the friction of his side against your core only serves to make it worse. It’s a subconscious thing, grinding your clit into him each time you stroke his cock. You don’t mean to do it but once you start you can’t stop. 

Changbin slips an arm beneath you, easing your dress up to palm your lush ass. He squeezes it hard, the supple flesh overflowing from between his fingers as he dips a single digit between your thighs, stroking your slit ever so lightly. “Didn’t wanna disturb you. I know you’re probably tired from work.”

You shake your head, arching to grant him better access, “Mmm, never too tired for you.”

He lifts his finger into your warmth, knuckles dripping with your juices as he rocks in and out of you. For a fleeting moment it knocks you off your game—your mind goes fuzzy and your hand falls out of rhythm—but you pick back up, only faster this time.

His free hand takes you by the neck, bringing you up to him for an intoxicatingly tender kiss. Your hushed moans spill onto his tongue and he pays for them with more of his own. They fill the space between your cheeks, flowing out into the room and melding with the gushy sound of your tight pussy devouring his finger. 

“So, mmph, fucking wet for me, baby” he whispers, teasing you with the tip of another finger, “Get on top. Wanna fill you up. Wanna…fuck…”

Changbin whines, his next words dying on his tongue when the pent up pressure from before threatens to spill over again. Your fingers are like magic, touching him in all the right places, making him unravel with even the faintest touch. And you can always tell when you have him. When you’re pushing him to the brink and he’s ready to fall apart for you. 

“Ooh, I think someone’s close…” you tease, skin slapping against skin as your hand taps against the sticky, wet arousal pooling at his base. 

Changbin can’t speak, language seems to escape him, so he nods eagerly. Frantically. Legs trembling. Jaw clenched. Your man looks hot on any regular old day but never more than when he’s about to come. It’s delicious. You can’t get enough of it. You’re insatiable. 

“Come for me, Binnie. Come for me and I’ll ride you all night if you want me to” you promise and his fingers slip out of you, his palm massaging the globe of your ass. His body jerks, the skin around his cock pulling tighter than it's been all night. Two more seconds and he’ll come all over your hand, painting your rose tinted acrylics in a milky white sheen. Two more seconds and he’ll finally taste what he’s been so desperately chasing. It’s too bad then that you stop after one. 

Snatching your hand away, you give your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek, hopping up from the bed. “Need anything from the kitchen?” you ask, pretending that you don’t see him lying there deprived of release, his cock so hard it hurts. 

Changbin’s frozen in disbelief. It’s like a rocket that never launched. A rollercoaster with no drop. For the second time he was right there and for the second time there was nothing. The deprivation is agonizing.

“Why?” he pouts, as if you’ve just told him that you didn’t love him anymore. “Why’d you stop?”

“Stop? Stop what? Oh, you mean this?” You run your fingers up his length before denying him of your touch once more. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s your punishment for choosing your hand over me.”

“I already told you…”

“You didn’t wanna wake me up. Well you should. If anything’s gonna make you come, I want it to be me.”

Changbin’s eyes gleam and he flashes a smile so quick you could’ve missed it. You can be such a brat and he loves it when you are. Even if that means he has to suffer for it.

He sits up in bed, fluffy brown hair falling into his eyes as he rubs your thigh.  “I’m sorry, baby. I promise next time I’ll wake you up…” he swears, tucking a finger right where your thighs meet. You might be playing at being upset enough to leave but your thighs are soaked. You aren’t going anywhere. “Now come back to bed. You can torture me all you want. I just want you.” 

Taking you by the waist, he guides you down onto him, pouring out professions of how badly he needs you. How much he’s missed you. Your schedules have made it hard to see each other lately, let alone have any more intimacy than a hurried kiss before the other heads out the door. You’ve missed this as much as he has. 

Missed having your lips glued to his, your tongues swirling around each other’s as you breathe in the scent of his cologne. Missed feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he holds you close to him, your legs resting on either side of him. It’s the perfect angle for his cock to nudge against your entrance, your shared arousal making it effortless for him to slide into you. 

“Baby, mmph, shit…” you whine, overwhelmed by the fullness in your lower belly. 

It’s been so long since you’ve had any of him at all. Now you’ve got all of him at once. Every inch raging inside of you, stretching you open like only he can. It’s almost too much to take but still you want more. Smoothing your hands down his chest, you push yourself up, riding the curve of his cock as you settle in his lap. You smile to yourself, watching your boyfriend’s eyes roll back at just how much deeper he sinks into you. 

“Better than your hand?” you tease, raking your nails along his stomach. 

Changbin grabs onto your hips, lifting you an inch or two and easing you back down. “Your pussy’s better than my hand, mmm, better than anything. Fuck, you feel so good. Needed this. Needed you…”

You move your hips in small circles, your eyes fixed on his, hypnotized by the lust in his gaze. “If you need me, Binnie, fuck me like you do.” 

In an instant you know that you’ve ignited something inside him. It’s pouring gasoline on a fire. Lighting a fuse. Changbin licks his lips, that adorably needy expression warping into something more primal. His fingertips sink deeper into the cushy meat of your hips and when he lifts you this time the descent is much harsher. It’s all you can do not to double over when he bottoms out again, your walls clinging to him as he bounces you in his lap.

Your boyfriend’s strong. That’s nothing you’ve ever doubted about him. But you weren’t expecting him to lift you like you’re nothing and fuck you like you’re everything at the same time. This was supposed to be you calling the shots, you dominating him, but there’s something so hot about seeing him take control. Something unbelievably sexy about how fragile you feel in his grasp. It’s almost like he could break you and you want him to. 

“Look at you…” he grunts, taking in your full figure and your gorgeous face, “Fuck, you’re so pretty and you’re taking this cock so well. Just swallowing it up, aah…”

There it is again. The tension. The pressure. The racing of his pulse. His heart pounding in his ears, a faint beating that turns your moans into a song. He could come right now from your clenching. From the juices flowing from your gummy walls, making a puddle in his lap. It’s in every ragged breath. In every thrust of his hips.

“You can let go,” you tell him, reading the signs through the fog of your own bliss, “Do it, aah…come.”

Extending a hand to cradle your cheek, he dips the other between your thighs to tap at your clit. “You first, baby.” 

Your voice cracks when his name leaves your lips. You’re like a broken record. It’s all you can say. “Changbin…” while he’s pinching that sensitive bundle of nerves, flooding you with enough dopamine to make you go mad. “Changbin” when the swollen head of his cock kisses your cervix, your pussy quivering from the force of his thrusts.

By the time you reach your peak, your high hitting you in an all consuming blaze of pleasure, you can barely say a thing. Let alone his name. Not that you need to when you look this good squirming in his lap, your essence cascading down his shaft. 

Changbin’s thumb traces your bottom lip and you take it into your mouth, sucking it like a lollipop while your orgasm ravages you. Any willpower he has left abandons him at the sight of you coming undone. Relief washes over him at his release, an ocean wave cooling the blaze that’s been burning him alive all night.

The pressure of him spraying your walls in warm, thick cum tickles, dragging your orgasm out until you find yourself slumped against his chest, his cock still pulsing inside of you. Changbin closes his arms around you, caressing your lower back as he chases his next breath. He’s completely spent but he refuses to lose a moment with you. It’s far too precious. 

“Now I’m gonna be tired in the morning and it’s all your fault” you tease, kissing him on the cheek. 

“My fault? You’re the one who wore that.” His eyes flit down to the skimpy night dress barely hanging onto your body, the straps having long ago fallen way. 

“Hmm, well, I swear I won’t do it again” you promise, batting your eyelashes, “Next time I’ll wear nothing.”

Suddenly your world’s turning on its axis and your back’s flat against the sheets. Changbin cages you in beneath him, his lips dancing closer to yours, craving contact.

“Why wait until next time?” he asks, tearing at the fabric of your dress, “We still have tonight.”

[kittenscookie]

...I'mma just—

Odysseus (Who's been reincarnated) & Poseidon: *Arguing violently in the backseat of Paul's car*

Sally: ...

Paul: ...

Sally: ...*Gives Paul a look*

Paul: ...*Nods, and roughly pulls the car over to the side of the road*

Paul: OKAY! Gentlemen, we have a long way to go to save our kid and Sally and I...Well, we feel as though it would go a lot smoother if you two just said fuck it and acted upon this weird sexual and kinda romantic tension you've got going on.

Odysseus: WOAH!

Poseidon: YOU ARE WAY OFF BASE BUDDY—

Sally: *Slams a hand on the dashboard* Oh spare me, spare me, FUCKING SPARE ME! Ody, I get it, he's a bit bipolar, getting with a god leads to more trouble than it's worth and by golly! You'd really just like to settle down with someone nice, BUT ADMIT IT! You're curious to know if he lives up to the hype!

Odysseus: *Blushing Furiously*

Sally: AND YOU—

Poseidon: Oh shit—!

Sally: Well your just a fucking brat of a man who's too scared to admit his feelings not just because of your history together, because the last time you had a serious relationship with a mortal *Gestures to herself* you fucked it up! Owie.

Poseidon: ...

Sally: So now rather than admit these feelings you two are engaged in what I can only assume is some ancient and borish mating ritual, that you are both quite frankly fucking better than!

Paul: Please—if not for your sake then for ours—either quit this bickering, or Sally and I can exit the vehicle, you two can tear off those clothes, and GET IT OVER WITH! Shit, do I like the thought of you two going at it in my car? No! But I am willing to make that sacrifice if that's what it takes!

Odysseus: ...

Poseidon: ...

Odysseus: ...*Takes a quick glance at Poseidon*

Poseidon: ...*Raises a brow like "I'm down if you are?"*

Odysseus: *Quickly looks away*

[angels-fantasy]

Top-Secret Fiction Ch. 1

Date Scored

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: This story is honestly mostly fluff, some crack fic elements lol, lowkey fast pacing but IM IMPATIENT LOL sorry

Word Count: 1.2k

It was a Tuesday night when you were on your computer, logged into HeroFiction.com and typing away at a new fan fiction you promised your readers.

You had been writing fan fiction as a hobby for about three years now and over time quickly began gaining followers. Now, you had almost four thousand readers that loved your work.

At first you wrote for a variety of heroes, until Dynamight started becoming really popular. You didn't see the hype in the beginning. He was so rude and destructive, why would you write about him?

Your mind didn't change for a while until you saw a video of him getting interviewed after taking down a villain. He was as rude as ever of course, but his face was covered in soot and his hero costume was ripped, showing his chest and arms. Watching that video made you realize how hot he actually was.

That was the moment you decided to start writing for him.

He quickly became a favorite among your readers, so you kept writing for him. It seemed as the more you wrote for him, the more you liked him. He was suddenly your favorite pro hero.

Now, you focused every piece of writing on him. It worked out perfectly for you. You and your readers loved it, it was a win-win.

So now as you were thinking of what to write next, your phone buzzed next to your thigh, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You grabbed your phone and looked at your new notification, seeing it was from the dating app you recently downloaded.

Now curious, you opened up the app to see what the notification was. It appeared to be a message from a recent match.

Hey sexy. Meet up 2night 👀?

Face curling up in disgust, you blocked the person and deleted the message. It seemed as if everyone on that app was just looking for a hookup, and not something long term.

Maybe it was foolish for you to think you'd find something serious on the app, but it didn't hurt to try right?

You closed your laptop, making sure to save your work, and began swiping through profiles on the app.

You continued swiping left for who knows how long, until you came across a profile claiming to be Dynamight.

Sitting up in bed quickly, you looked at the profile closely and read through it.

Katsuki Bakugou, 30

Pro hero. No, I'm not hooking up with you. Yes, I'm fucking real.

It was short and not so sweet, but it didn't seem fake. You swiped through his pictures. The first one was of him and other pro heroes dressed in their hero costumes. The second was a picture of him, flexing in the mirror, and the third was a selfie of him and a german shepherd outside.

Maybe you were being way too optimistic, but you really believed that this could be him. If it was, then you hoped that somehow he'd match with you. If it wasn't real, then it wouldn't be an issue, but you would be disappointed.

Feeling brave, you decided to swipe right.

It's a Match!

You never gasped so loud in your life. If it was already a match, then that meant he had to have swiped right on you before right? You bit your nails as your heart raced in excitement, wondering what you should even say to him now that you were matched.

But what if he wasn't even real? You'd just be embarrassing yourself by believing that Dynamight of all people, would be on a dating app and actually matching with you. This could be some horrible person messing with people, trying to humiliate them.

Now discouraged by your own thoughts, you just shook your head and closed the app.

Buzz.

Katsuki Bakugou: Hey

Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised so high up they could probably touch your hairline.

"Oh my word!" You cried while gripping your phone. You opened the app once again and tapped on the new message, typing your own.

Me: Hello!

Me: I'm sorry but I just have to ask. Are you actually Dynamight?

You chewed on your fingers nervously as you watched the text bubble pop up, a message eventually following it.

Katsuki Bakugou: Yes I'm real. I can prove it to ya if you need me to. Idk how but I will.

You hummed out loud, thinking of what he could do to prove he's real.

Me: Uhh could you send a pic of yourself with a spoon on your nose?

Katsuki Bakugou: That's what you came up with?

Me: That's the only specific thing I could think of!

Katsuki Bakugou: Yeah yeah

Katsuki Bakugou: [image attachment]

Opening the picture, you saw exactly what you asked for. It was Dynamight with a damn spoon on his nose.

You threw your phone across your bedroom and shoved your face in your pillow, screaming in excitement.

"Holy shit." You said in disbelief, "I'm actually talking to Dynamight."

You got up out of bed and picked your phone up off the floor.

Me: Oh my word you're actually real

Me: Thanks for the pic lol sorry you had to do that

Katsuki Bakugou: It's fine. I get why you'd think otherwise so that's why I agreed to it.

Me: Well thanks again

Me: Anyways, can I ask why you're on here? Most people I've come across so far are only looking for one thing. If that's you then no judgement here.

Katsuki Bakugou: Someone I know recommended it to me. And nah that's not me. Being a pro hero and one night stands do not mix well.

Me: Understandable. I'm no pro hero, but I'm on here for something more serious you know? Even just finding friends would be nice.

You cringed at how pathetic you sounded and sent another text.

Me: Sorry, didn't mean to get sappy there lol.

Katsuki Bakugou: You're good. But I feel the same about wanting something more serious. Sucks that almost everyone on here is just a horny bastard.

Damn, who knew Dynamight was so relatable?

Right when you were typing a new message, another one from Dynamight came in.

Katsuki Bakugou: But anyways, when are you free? I wanna take you out.

Katsuki Bakugou: If you want me to, obviously.

You squealed at the message, kicking your feet in excitement. It was kind of surprising that he asked you out so early, but just from what you know about him and his personality, it wasn't out of character. Fast and straight to the point.

You bit your bottom lip as you typed up your response.

Me: Of course, I'd love to! I'm free this weekend.

Katsuki Bakugou: Alright, I'll pick you up Saturday at 5:30 pm.

Me: What do I wear?? Pls tell me where we're going.

Katsuki Bakugou: Can't. It's a surprise. I'll tell you what to wear the day of.

Me: Okay...

Katsuki Bakugou: Don't back out now.

You grinned and held your phone against your chest. You couldn't believe you scored a date with your favorite hero.

Suddenly, your cat jumped up onto your bed and in your lap. You gasped and picked him up, carrying him in front of your face.

"Hey Cheerios." You cooed, "I'm going on a date with Dynamight!"

"Meow"

...

next chapter

authors note

i hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Top Secret Fiction lol. this is my first multi-chapter fic so i'm a little nervous, but i think it's okay so far! pls let me know what you think 😊

also, if you noticed that bakugou seems to be a bit more mellow here, its bc he's older in this fic and i just imagine him as being a bit more calm as an adult.

btw sorry if the fast pace isn't something you like. i'm impatient lol

love ya!

taglist (closed for this fic): @doumadono @lovra974 @54fangirl @andysdrafts @dagger-dragger @l4rsun1vrrse @emmab3mma @littlkittenfan @tatiquichi @cloudxluv @seonne @shonen-brainrot @the2ndl

those in pink cannot be tagged for some reason!

[stillthewc]

Face Off

Katsumi has her suspect on lock, but said suspect brings up a point that throws a wrench into her argument entirely. Will she be able to end this trial…?

CHAPTER 3 FINALE IS FINALLY HERE!!! *PARTY HORN NOISE* You guys better strap yourselves in because this chapter is real fun. And also has some of my favourite illustrations of this Fangan so far so that's cool haha

I hope you guys enjoy!

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Let's Eat!

(That is, let's live, want, connect... oh, you know what I mean by now)

I like how Yaad and the other living villagers can casually talk with the ghosts, because for all intents and purposes they were also ghosts... In fact, those who stayed and spent centuries going through the patterns of life even though all true meaning had been lost long ago were MORE "ghosts" than those who lost their corporeal forms because they wanted to escape so badly that they went wandering... That's so fuckin' good. I wanna eat this writing.

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Kabru just randomly walking out of the bushes the second Laios starts considering politics...love him. He was summoned. His PR spidey senses were going off.

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look at my boy, establishing his own authority.

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Lol this was me when we moved house last month, and my job was to just stand in the new living room and tell people where to put which box or piece of furniture. It's an important job in a task with a lot of people!

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FUCK YEAH, THAT'S MY MAN! HE LOOKS GREAT!

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fucking love the trope of "one savvy friend in the crowd who deliberately gets a supportive chant going." Of course it's Kabru.

Though it's important to note that the first thing someone called was, "The demon-eater's here!", and there was muttering while no one was entirely sure if that was a good thing or not... Kabru didn't start the rumble of the crowd; the rumble of the crowd is unavoidable, and you have to be aware of that. Laios has always been aware of that, he's just never known what to do about it, and so tried to avoid it. But he's not avoiding it anymore - so Kabru started the hype of the crowd.

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They're both right! In order to eat, you need to kill! A memento of a meal IS a spoil of war!

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They're unhappy bros... /laughing

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Shown: man desperately reassuring himself, and psyching himself up to eat this stupid dragon meat

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DADCHUCK. Istg my father has said the same thing to me.

p.s. oh thank god he's fully dressed again. it was indecent.

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Marcille is so resigned to this, and so...determined to see it as her own choice. "We all agreed", "I've got to go" - and I'm sure she does see it as her own choice, in a way, because this is how the world has always worked and she knows that. She knew that going in. Those who do ancient magic are arrested by the Elves of the West, that's just the "natural" consequence. She might've gotten away with it if she'd gone undiscovered, or if she'd stayed in the dungeon forever, but she didn't - she chose to pursue her craft, to save Falin, and to do everything after that, too, and so she implicitly chose the consequence with it. If it's unfair, well, thinking that changes nothing, so it's better not to think it.

Until Laios is like, "Actually, I might have political power now? And I'm SO goddamn tired of myself and people I love being punished just for being different, and interested in unconventional things. Let's try something."

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WELL-FUCKING-PLAYED! GET THEIR ASSES, LAIOS! It's especially great because I'm pretty sure he knows the answers to all of this by now? Power move!

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Is she sitting there completely nude except for jewelry and a short robe. Icons only, honestly. Though "we have the luxury of time" feels like so much of a threat from an elf.

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Hey, you did objectively defeat him! Okay arguably the Lion did but Laios did it first, he just also then talked to him, and got grabbed by friendly vine-tentacles. You didn't kill him, but that's not what Delgal asked for anyway!

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thinking about that post that observed that Thistle's driving madness was specifically getting Delgal home for dinner, to eat all together as a family again, and he wakes up to the sound of the people of the Golden Kingdom eagerly inviting the (new) king to eat, and him responding...crying... What is lost is lost, but life will go on.

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The moment when a character decides to lie to another character for their own good is always so compelling. The little moral quandary microcosm.

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So Yaad did know something of what passed between Delgal and Thistle, that drove Thistle down the path to dark magic. He know what it was his grandfather blamed himself for.

This is SUCH A GOOD AND QUIET-SAD DEATH SCENE, but as a consummate fan of 'actually, living is much much harder than dying, and much more interesting too', I do like to think Thistle lives and has to...figure out what to do with his life. And that 'what to do with his life' ends up including ancient magic mad science with Marcille.

...But honestly, even though that'd be fun for me, it seems almost cruel to Thistle. He's been alive for so long. Those he loved most are gone. He held the demon back from the surface, trapped in those books, for so long, even if it was in no way whatsoever with the good of the world in mind. If anyone deserves this peaceful death in (what he thinks are) his brother's forgiving arms, it's him.

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Unfortunately, my love, as has been ceaselessly proven in this story: that's life.

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Marcille has caught onto one of the major themes! However, this story still isn't in favor of afternoon special Moral of the Story - not of letting the characters wrap things up with a bow, at least. You just go on living and wanting and learning about and connecting with and killing new things, forever! That's how it goes! You never know everything and you're always a little bit starving!

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I really love this grumpy old man, and I want him to stick around and be one of Laios's advisors. He's an old gnome, he'll die as soon as an average tallman would anyway.

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This is a) very touching coming from Mithrun, who is only just regaining his own will to live, and b) almost tautalogical in this story EXCEPT that it is also clear that merely "wanting" doesn't mean you get to continue to live, it only means that you're alive in this moment - you also need to want to live MORE than whatever's trying to kill you wants to live.

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GREAT VISUALS!

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And then it's so small, so small that she could leave it behind entirely but Falin is still so kind that she picks it up anyway! Falin who looks at everyone and everything - ghosts and brothers and mad mages and dead dragons, the latter of whom were both violently oppressing her soul - and thinkgs "I gotta help." She's so good!

I'm really going to need to write a like 2k post-canon character study about how Falin has part of the spirit of a dragon in her chest which unfurls while she travels abroad and curls up again and hides when she's home with Marcille and especially with Laios, and how it's a metaphor for her own independence but also literally there is the spirit of a dragon. At the end of it she figures out how to nurture and commune with the dragon enough to have her own flight-capable wings.

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THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL-LOOKING. AUTOPHAGIC SELF-CREATION FOR THE FUCKING WIN!!

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YYEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

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fuck it, have a collage, because this bitch-ass website is about to cut off my photos-per-post. It can't HANDLE the sheet joy of Falin resurrection reunion hugs!!

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so many people love her, or at least are really emotionally invested in this now!! /sobs

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Lmaoooo

Laios: wracked with food poisoning because he ate raw walking mushroom Falin: great distress! Marcille: trying very hard to help, also thinking sooo hard that He Is An Idiot. [btw I love how it looks like she takes up holding her hair back with a band] Kabru: having his weekly moment, as he has for the past many years and will continue to have until he dies, of wondering if he shouldn't really have just killed this guy rather than let him become king

Kabru definitely wrote this whole ending narration btw. This is his press release from like 40 years in the future. And those kids! An orc kid and a kobold kid, and zooming out to show kids of other races, all playing together and going to lunch together!!

And then they all lived, and hungered and ate and killed and wanted and sought understanding and connected with one another and were part of the great circle of life, as happily ever after as one can get.

This story truly was delicious...in dungeon!

[ohnoitstbskyen]

"Luffy... help me..."

It's often been said about One Piece that you should "read it until Arlong Park," but it's one very specific MOMENT in Arlong Park that's important here. If this resonates with you, you're a One Piece fan, and if it doesn't, well, maybe it's not for you.

Let me tell you about it.

TRANSCRIPT:

Which are the best panels in One Piece?

It's often said in the One Piece community that you should stick with it until Arlong Park, and if you're not into One Piece by that point, THAT's when you know it's not a series for you.

I think this is true, and the reason why is this scene. This scene is how you know.

Nami has spent eight years working on her own, since she was a child of only ten, lying, deceiving, stealing, fighting and scamming, all to gather the money that Arlong wants so she can save her village. And now with the goal in sight, Arlong uses the Navy (all Marines are bastards) to steal her money so he can keep exploiting her.

The villagers she has been protecting have had enough, and are going to throw themselves at the fishmen and die, and the beloved friends she made on the Straw Hat Crew keep refusing to leave even though she KNOWS that Arlong will kill them. Her every ray of hope and all of her attempts at keeping control have failed and now, reduced to incoherent rage and sorrow, she sits in the dirt stabbing a dagger into the tattoo on her shoulder, because hurting herself is the only thing she can do to spite Arlong.

And then Luffy comes along and stops her.

She yells at him, throws dirt at him, rejects him, tells him to f*** off basically, and when he doesn't… because she has nothing else left, because there's no plan, because everything is falling down around her, she finally lets down her walls, and says what's in her heart. "Luffy… help me." (p 200, first panel)

And Luffy takes off his hat, his treasure, and gives it to her, and walks forward, and with his characteristic cartoony ridiculousness screams as loud he possibly can "OF COURSE I WILL."

Luffy doesn't know why she needs him. He doesn't know why she lied, why she stole the ship, he doesn't know about Belle-Mère or Nojiko or Nami's deal with Arlong. And he doesn't need to know, because she's his friend and she's his crew, and he loves her, she doesn't need a tragic backstory to deserve his help, she deserves it because she needs it, she deserves it because she asked.

Luffy knows that every time Nami tried to push him away, every time she told him to fuck off and leave her, her heart wasn't in it. Just like he'll know it with Robin, just like he'll know it with Sanji. And he knows that when she asks him for help, she has never meant anything more deeply in her life.

For that, he will move mountains. For that, he will level fortresses, he will smite gods and he will slay dragons. For love does Luffy do these things.

People hype up the moment when the crew get together and go to Arlong Park as the best moment of this chapter, and I'm not gonna say that it isn't awesome. Badass as hell, absolutely certified.

But… this chapter belongs to Nami, and her moment right here, because this is the moment that a girl who has fought so hard and so alone for so long finally finds the strength and the courage that it takes to trust someone else to lift your burdens.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Puppy Fight: Chaggie ft. Emily

Puppy Love part 3 / Jazzercise part 2

Charlie: (hyping herself up and shadow boxing as she walks into the new hotel gym) Alright! I got this! I've been working on my cardio. Just a few more sessions before- *SCREEEEEEEEEECH!!!!*

Vaggie: (wearing even shorter spandex shorts than last time, wrist wraps, and her sports bra, grunting as she works through a set of Muscle Ups, body absolutely slick with sweat) Eighteen!!!..... Gah, fuck! .......Nineteen!!!

Emily: (hair tied up in a messy bun, powder blue, long sleeve, skin tight exercise shirt, and navy blue shorts that cut off just below her glutes) Come on, Vaggie! You got this! One more!

Vaggie: (takes a deep breath, scowls as she grits her teeth, and nearly roars as she muscles her way up and over the bar into a full extension) Twenty!!!

Emily: (jumps and squeals excitedly) Woohoo! You did it! (makes another check on a whiteboard) That's three rounds of twenty muscle ups, fifty mountain climbers, and 100 jump-ropes!

Vaggie: (drops to the floor with a sigh, wipes her face with her black sweat rag, and takes a drink of water) Thanks for helping me push through, Emily. I was kind of surprised you even showed up. Charlie didn't have another group exercise planned for a couple more days when the next meeting with Heaven came up.

Emily: (staring bashfully at Vaggie's muscles) Oh! Well, you know! I figured it would be good to come down early! You know. Catch up with Charlie. (eyes scour over Vaggie's abs and shoulders) See the sights.

Vaggie: (suddenly feeling a little naked) Riiiiiiiiight.... Well, I'm gonna go hit the showers. Thanks again for the help. (quickly jogs towards the door and stops as she sees Charlie) Hey, Babe! I didn't know you were going to be working out today. You should have said something. I would have waited for you. (shifts her eye back at Emily)

Emily: (awkwardly looks around to make sure she isn't being watched before she sneakily takes the sweat rag Vaggie left behind)

Vaggie: (whispering back to Charlie with a slight blush and a wink) We could have shared a shower after.

Charlie: (heart throbs painfully) Dammit! How did I not think of that before now?!

Vaggie: (chuckles before kissing Charlie lightly on the cheek) Another time. I'll be sure to save you some hot water. Love you. (slips through the door and jogs up to their room)

Charlie: Love you too~ (eyes dart to Emily as soon as the door closes and she zips over to the pull up bars with a smile painfully plastered on her face) Hi, Emily!

Emily: Yipe! (jumps and hides Vaggie's rag behind her back) Oh! H-Hi, Charlie! H-How are you?

Charlie: I'm good. I'm good. (obviously not good as her tail slithers along the floor behind her like a snake ready to strike) I wasn't expecting to see you for a few days.

Emily: Oh! Yeah, well, l-like I told Vaggie. I figured I'd come down a little early so we could catch up!

Charlie: (sickly sweet tone) Well, what better way to catch up and build a bond than by exercising together?! (wraps an arm around Emily's shoulder tightly and leads her over to the treadmills) How about it, Emily? I'm sure you guys up in Heaven exercise all the time!

Emily: (balks) Actually, Charlie, I'm suddenly not feeling the greatest. I think I got teleportation sickness.

Charlie: Then a light jog should help you get that good airflow that you need. (pushes Emily on a treadmill and takes the one right next to her before turning them both on and ramping up the incline and speed to 5/10 and 6/10) This should be a good warmup, right?

Emily: eeep!

-Later-

Charlie: (sitting and soaking her dead legs in an ice bath with a whine-growl)

Vaggie: (brings in a protein shake and hands it to Charlie) And what did we learn?

Charlie: (growling and baring her teeth like an angry puppy as she takes the shake) To mark every last inch of your skin the week Emily arrives. (all sad and sappy) She's still my friend! (back to snarling as she takes a sip of her drink) But she needs to remember that you're MINE!!!

Vaggie: (blushing) ......Did I completely miss something?

-In one of the guest rooms-

Emily: (whimpering as she soaks her noodle legs in a hot bath) Owie.... (stares at the sweat rag on the bathroom sink) ......*sigh* Worth it. I'll have to apologize to Charlie later. I think she liked those rainbow sprinkles back in Heaven.

[pollux-starsz]

Picked up an OC I didn't draw at all this year so why not start now by adding her into @wyervan's DCA Slasher AU with her best friend (Kalamela)? :3

She's SUPER fun to draw! Art and text under the cut -w-

Natalie Woods (NOT after the actress)

Translation (If you cannot read the writing):

- Goth-ish(?) Hoping I portrayed the goth aesthetic right qwq

- Her actual name is Jí-Míng

- 27 years old

- 5'11"

- Chinese

- Moved to the USA @ 18

- Kalamela's BFF 💙😆

- Has 3 dogs (one being a service dog)

- She has Narcolepsy (Type 1), hence why one dog is a trained service dog.

Okay! Info because I'm a certified Yapper™

- She met Kalamela when they lived together as roommates, both have been inseparable since. They talk almost every day.

- She works as a body piercer at a nice jewelry shop in the city. About an hour drive from Kalamela's work place (which is around a 20 minute drive from the Arcade, for a better idea of what I'm thinking.)

- She met Sun and Moon through Kalamela, thinks they're super neat and freaky. She likes freaks, she's a fellow freak herself after all!

- Hypes up Moon's crazy fucking antics, sees him as that cousin you see every 3 Christmas family get-togethers. Loves him a ton, likes to fuck with him a lot. Still holds a high score one of her favorite games after competing against him. (He is not amused.)

- Adores Sun's admiration to handle the Arcade (and Moon) on a daily basis. Finds him to act a lot like a cuddly bear at times, thinks he needs a break. She will not let him clean the Arcade without causing a problem with Moon.

- Her and Kalamela have girl nights every Friday, they prefer different things rather than going out to drink or partying. They'll watch horror movies, just sitting on the couch eating pizza. They paint each others nails and play stupid games, try on outfits of the others, fun stuff!

- She wasn't shocked at Sun and Moon's height but was (somewhat) surprised they were over six and a half feet tall. When Kalamela talked about them, she imagined them to be shorter. Well, shorter than her anyways.

- Just because I said so, she gave Moon one of his ear piercings. I need them to be like "Holy shit, you again!?" In the best way possible when they see each other again. (Knew each other for maybe an hour or so and felt like long lost sister and brother. Do NOT leave them alone together.)

- She's a great cook, likes to cook with Kalamela a lot. Considered cooking for the boys as does Kalamela, hasn't had the time although.

- She's aware of them being serial killers (with a cause), and doesn't dwell on it. She doesn't care what people do as long as she and her best friend don't die!

- Was born into a wealthy family but tries to just stay out of all the family drama. She doesn't use her money like crazy unless she needs too. Likes to spoil her friends when she can, although!

End of my suffering rambles :3c

sigggghhhh.... slasher boys save me slasher boys............

[oishitea]

Random QL Superlatives 2024

Got tagged by @baseballmomlesbiandad and yeah, I definitely have been wanting to do one of these, so let's do it before the year is out!

There were so many shows that happened this year, I literally had to make a list by scrolling through mass post editor to see what I had watched. I cannot keep time straight (or my watching habits lol)

Favorite New BL Pairing

TopMick

I think several people can agree with me, they swooped into this last quarter totally unknown and Every You, Every Me stole all of our hearts. As SunDol, PinFirst, XNamping, BlueSian, and PunInn???? All of those???? And both of them dealt with different flavors of queer men (and gender expression) so well. I would gladly be a third for XNamping or BlueSian in the fic of my dreams - I was drooling over each of them (BlueSian, you horny bitches, you made me feral like nothing else 🥵🫣). Namping especially, baby, you live in my heart forever. Honorable mention to Fiat Patchata, boy I've missed you! The Gifted lover in me will always miss my son Korn and Fiat was fantastic as him, and I loved seeing his characters here too.

Fave Guy Who Was In Everything

Title Kirati

I only watched Wandee Goodday, Kidnap The Series, and Pluto The Series with him in it, but he also was in We Are, Ploy's Yearbook, and Perfect 10 Liners. His 2024 schedule was booked! And for good reason. He's showing a fair amount of versatility and I have enjoyed every character he's gotten to play so far. I chose Blue to show though, because as someone on the ace spectrum, his character being an understanding partner to an asexual character meant so much to me. Plakao deserved it, and we were not disappointed.

Top-tier Crossdressing

P'Jessy/Jessie

The MomentTM, Miss Thang, Star of the Year, my pookie, sweetheart #1!!!!!!!!! We need her back. Just one chance???? I am blushing and giggling so hard as I write this asdlfkjclbndfldkfsdljd 🥰❤️💕😘😍💞💖💘

Most Comforting Watches

1000 Years Old/Monster Next Door

WeTV really put out some of the cutest couples (Caged Again is getting everyone on board hehe) and both PunYoh and GodDiew are so special to me. Let's give it up for the weakest vampire Pun and his collection of umbrellas, and his enduring love for Yoh, a silly boy obsessed with aliens. Big win for autism. Meanwhile, we have one of the sweetest romances by way of God and Diew learning how to communicate with each other and enjoy who the other person is despite vast differences in their personalities. Save that turtle though.

Best to Worst Grandma Awards

Jack's Ama - Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart/ Ai-Oon and Oab-Oom's Yaai - Pluto The Series

Ama - I wish she'd adopt me. She is so understanding, hard-working, patient, supportive, and badass. A few months with her and my life would be sorted. And I'd do anything for her in return.

Yaai - Waste of a caretaker. It took me so long to even find a gif. I'm sending you back to the Laws of Attraction universe where you support your puppy dog grandson and his insane lawyer boyfriend, and play dress-up with Silvy Pavida Maya.

Gift Show of the Year

Meet You At The Blossom

UNCENSORED CHINESE BL IS OFFICIALLY IN!!!!! Boy was this whole thing fun. The hype beforehand, seeing the censors attempt to make it flop and getting the opposite effect, and getting one of the most unhinged shows for our viewing pleasure. Mercenary malewife x jingle bells for braincells, collarbones and torture, aphrodisiac sex, toxic yaoi, murder and betrayal, several kisses, and a happy ending!!!!! Sign me the fuck up a million times. Personal thanks to @guzhufuren for doing all the PR, where is your paycheck?

Unexpected Topic of the Year: Euthanasia

Spare Me Your Mercy/Every You, Every Me (implied)

I'm not here to really discuss the subject itself or which show did a better job with it, especially since Every You, Every Me left that factor up to interpretation (I'm including it anyway, even if it wasn't intended). What I appreciated in both shows was the empathy they showed toward the people whose conditions toward the end of their lives left them wanting to choose for themselves how things would end, and they showed loved ones around them supporting their decisions. I'm not an older queer who was around for most things regarding the HIV/AIDS pandemic, but the use of queer characters for these stories does hit a particular chord in regards to how important respecting the choices of the dying and their supporting circle should be.

Lookalikes?

Toh - Secret Crush On You/Kluer - This Love Has No Long Beans

Seng and Aon should do a show together as brothers. I am constantly on my actors-who-should-play-brothers agenda (ask @thisautistic), and they're on it. I could've added a lot more here, but I'm currently watching Secret Crush On You for the first time and immediately went 🫵 when I saw Toh. Also both of these boys are so precious to me.

Prettiest Mindfuck

Uranus 2324

I waited to receive this film for months and months and months after it was announced and then released and boy did I RECEIVE. FreenBecky really get to show off their chops in this. I loved how it straddled the line between sci-fi and psychological thriller on top of the sapphic romance. Kath and Lin are both fantastic characters in every single storyline. I especially enjoyed the part where they have guns with a bonus of Lin getting a knife. When do they get their action gl?

My wishes for 2025 in no particular order:

GIVE MEN MORE LONG HAIR. Namping and Sian were fantastic, Top Piyawat really gave us so much. I also found out that Sailub Hemmawich used to have long hair and I am so upset it's short now!!!!

More butches in GLs. Short-haired ones even. Jeab Lalana, thank you for existing; I am so excited for 3 Minutes 2 Love.

Give Papang a lead BL role! I'm going to apologize to all the PapangPodd girlies now, while it's great that they're a secondary couple, I just wanna finish the business he had with Pepper Phanuroj in Dangerous Romance. Pepper deserves a lead BL role as well! I'm excited with whatever is going on between him and JJ Chayakorn in The Heart Killers, and hell JJ can join Papang and Pepper. If GMMTV can come through on more polyamory like they're hinting at in Pluto, then we should have this. PapangPepperJJ 2025? Wow. I had some opinions there.

On that note, more polyamory in general

Boun's vampire show???? Is it still happening????? Pretty please????? Also can they get Boss Chaikamon to stay in it somehow? 🥺

All the Chinese QLs. Drown me in them until they absolutely take over my life

In my wildest dreams Oreo Puwanai gets out from Wabi Sabi and joins Yacht at GMMTV so we get the WaanTul story continuation I need desperately

I know everyone is saying this but: COOHEART ADULT ROLE 2025!!!!!! POR FAVOOORRRRR. DÁLE UN PROYECTO ADULTO 😤

Get my man Peter Knight back on my screen. Just wave a scene of him being a dj at a bar or something to get him interested, idc

Dancer BL! Like I previously mentioned in a post about Fiat, we have enough dancer boys to put in the bracket for this!

If I already mentioned you, considered yourself tagged (if you wanna). Also tagging: @sunshinesanctuary @loveable-sea-lemon @firstkant @writerwithoutsound @shubaka @benkaben @scarefox @dommingjeffsatur @chaotic-aro-incarnate @poetry-protest-pornography

[fillinforlater]

It’s that time of the year again. What are some of your favorite smuts released in 2023?

Monday of Appreciation: Part 104

Hello everyone, Smite here!

2023 is coming to a close and it's been quite the year, a mixture of "this is a bridge year for greater things to come" and "WE LIVIN' NOW MF!" What is a bit different this year is that the highs weren't as high and the lows weren't as low compared to previous years---maybe that is just me getting older, maybe it's hindsight. Either way, I'm good and this year was good.

But some things are more than just good. I'm of course talking about these writers and their stories that I have featured today. All of them deserve special mention, but I want to focus on two of them specifically.

In a year of great, fantastic and already legendary fics, these two stand out.

Without further ado, let's dive into the final MoA of this year:

-1-

@fanfiction4sooya: Can't Save You Now ft. Chaewon, Kazuha, Sakura

I- I- I just read the damn tags and new I one day had to give this a shot. ff4sooya has crazy ideas, futa galore, different dynamics and kinks, which is SO MY THING. This has Mommy and Daddy involved in an absurd (and absurdly hot) threesome that I couldn't take my eyes off.

Now I definitely need to read more and you should too because I bet there are a bunch of Masterpieces in that long Masterlist!

-2-

@iznsfw: Drunken ft. Olivia Hye

Is it really a Monday of Appreciation post without IZ?

Seriously, what this genius is able to cook up in a commission or in the currently ongoing (HYPE) IZ DAYS OF CHRISTMAS is absolutely incredible. We have long stories with in depth characters and love drama that ends not only smuttily but sweetly. Who the fuck needs books, when you can just binge IZ?

With "Drunken", they have once again hit it out of the FUCKIING park. There is never enough Daddy kink fics, yes, but mine seem like nonsensical cringe porn compared to this beauty of a piece. I love how it plays with my heart, no I'm not crying---okay, now that is hot.

Let me change that: there is three very fucking special stories today!

(I think this might even be better than Levi's Hyeju, wtf)

-3-

@cataboliac: Enkindle ft. Wendy

Firstly: I LOVE YOU CATA, BIG QT!

Secondly: "Enkindle" feels a bit like coming home, like a day in Paradise, like the one person that shines so bright in your life that you don't want it to go. And you know, that is the great thing: this might be Cata's final fic, the farewell, but not only is his life gonna be great and he'll be super happy - we also get to read this again and again, and I'm sure I will one day.

Thank you, Cata, for hanging around!

Thirdly: I'M GONNA KISS YOU, CATA!

-4-

@writerpeach: Delectation ft. Wonyoung, Yujin

1.000 Notes, and it's still not enough for what is my pick for fic of the year (FOTY? FOOTY? There is a scene like that, yep). IZ*ONE truly never dies, but it is IVE and these absolute super stars, bomb shells with flawless faces and different, yet irresistible bodies that have us in a frenzy.

Talking about frenzy, all those 30,699 words are a frenzy. I thought Peach would set it up with a long and painful tease that has us edging the entire time BUT NOPE this has so much fucking smut, so many lines of neediness and horniness, it is impossible to finish in one try or two tries or... I dunno, seven-hundred tries?

It's detailed, it's straight forward, it's sex from every fucking angle, I can never get tired of this. I will go so far and say this is Peach's magnum opus, the GOAT fic by the GOAT writer. At least for that day, I can say this without a doubt.

Peach, you are crazy and thank you for that <3

#PeachPavedTheWay #AnnyeongzForDaddy

[steve-murphy]

VENGEANCE MINI-SERIES: "SHARPEST TOOL"

✩ pairing: ty shaw x f!reader

✩ a/n: ty shaw my beloved. my pookie. my stupid. i have like 89318 wips to finish but i'm choosing to ignore them ok!

✩ word count: 2.8k.

✩ warnings: fluff/slice of life shit. originally supposed to just be you and ty fucking in the whataburger bathroom and now there's plot so, there'll be eventual smut later on oops. reader is afab, but minimal physique descriptors.

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summary: part 1 (?). idk this started as a smut-shot idea, then a series, then a songfic for a hot minute, and now we're back to a series. maybe. originally supposed to just be you and ty fucking in the whataburger bathroom and now there's plot so. anyways you work at whataburger and formally meet ty for the first time. shit happens.

it's another late night. joints like these don't simmer down when the sky blackens—they pick up. not like a bar, and you're grateful for that. last summer you spent your nights getting shitty beer spilled on you for the consolidating prize of an even shittier tip and unsolicited comment. your friends suggested you trade the dim lights and rowdy crowds for fluorescent lights and the locals, and you couldn't be happier.

the shaw's are in tonight, double-boothed, one side debriefing the last rager while planning for the next and the other recapping the rodeo they all came from. they fill the whataburger with family chatter that runs as deep as the roots of their family tree. while you're not from west texas, and have hardly lived here long enough to fool an old-timer, you've made a lot of progress adapting and adjusting to the shift in lifestyles from where you're from. you've burned through the awkwardness of sticking out, of learning the unspoken dialect, of knowing which hat to wear with which boot, of abandoning the use of your horn, of the inflation of “excuse me’s” and the “no ma’am’s, yes ma’am’s”—not that you've changed yourself completely. being decent isn’t rocket science.

you're just less of a sore thumb out here.

Late night crawlers flood in, and an out-of-state baseball team of senior leaguers disrupt the layout of the restaurant's tables to drag them across worn tiles. They stick out like a sore thumb. Hyped up after a big win (you can only assume they aren’t this ecstatic over losing), ramped up on the varying colours of syrup their tongues are stained with by gas station snow cones: you just know the exhausted coach-turned-chaperone approaching your till is going to unload a long order on you that will piss off the kitchen.

“Hi there, what'll it be?” You smile politely.

The man fixes his hat, rubbing the sandstone dirt and sleep from his eyes as he stares at a crumpled piece of paper that’s just as worn as he is. He's struggling to spew out a list of written orders that you're positive aren't actually on the menu board behind you. His eyes are stuck in a perma-squint, blinded from a hot day in the sun, so you offer to save his last bit of energy by extending your hand towards him.

“May I?” Finger points towards his list.

As if relinquished by God himself, the man parts with the paper with a heavy sigh of relief. “Take your time with 'em, dear.” He offers, pointing a tired thumb behind him towards the team. “Boys won't even notice.”

You give him a nod, chipping into your pot of that learned Southern Hospitality for him. The group is a mix of 13 to 16 year old's, dirtied uniforms, medallions around their necks, a trophy sat like a large paperweight on one of their tables, and smudged eye-black on their cheeks that's been lost to a day of sweat. They wouldn’t even notice if you handed them uncooked meat between two buns.

Retiring the man back to the tables, you stand a bit dumbfounded behind the till, wrinkled paper in hand. You tackle what you know can be universally translated to the Whataburger menu: a couple of cheeseburgers, an array of large fountain drinks, and an assumed order of a few dozen fries for everyone. Some burgers are a bit more elaborate than others—enough to make you scratch your head in silent problem solving. A few trips back and forth between till and kitchen resolves only a few items, but you're stumped on what a Big Boy could mean without any other context clues. Tempting a glance towards the rowdy boys, the coach-turned-chaperone looks contently defeated at the head of the tables so you opt not to bother him. Instead, in your quiet gaze finds a boy, not from the baseball team, clinging to the rims of the counter.

Round-faced and innocently sweet for someone his age, you recognize him as one of the Shaw's; the youngest, who you've sworn to be called El Stupido every time he’s beckoned by his family.

Perhaps it had an affectionate story behind it. You hope so, anyway.

“Got any more napkins?”

His voice breaks your concentration, and you eye the server station by the doors. The napkin box has been depleted entirely. You look back at the boy. His high and tight haircut has grown out into inch-tall spikes, but it seems to fit him better this way. Eyes drop behind your counter where the excess of plastic utensils, single-use seasonings and condiments, and napkins are. You set the paper of orders down to take more napkins than you'd normally give, thinking he might need a few extras anyways—from the way ketchup and mustard gathers in the corners of his mouth. Sliding them across the counter, you give the youngest Shaw another polite smile.

“My brother likes Big Boys.”

You blink.

“I—sorry?”

“Big Boys.”

You understand that part, you think, however your confused gaze prompts El Stupido to turn the crumpled piece of paper he's taken the liberty of holding around. A round finger points to a scribbled section. Salt from his french fries dusts the counter with every little tap.

“Big Boys? My brother Ty likes 'em.”

“Oh!—” You look towards the Shaw's. The empty seat besides the eldest brother reveals more of him in the booth. He's got an arm propped up against the wall trimming before the window, the other outstretched along the back of the booth where El Stupido previously sat. You’ve seen Ty around, outside of Whataburger that is, but nothing more than a familiar face around town and at the oil field ragers.

El Stupido, who seems to be anything but that from the way he nearly reads your mind, speaks up again.

"Wanna talk to him?"

You clear your throat, “Uh, no—I mean! No, that's okay.” A beat, “Do... You know what a Big Boy is?” There's no point in bringing his brother up here anyways.

The boy shrugs. Before you can stop him, he cranes his neck in a half turn, calling back to his brother.

“Ty!”

Fuck...

At the sound of his brother’s call, Ty breaks away from his table's conversation, jaw in a half-chew of fries.

“What?”

There's an awkward exchange of both brothers talking over each other, then another awkward exchange of silence when they both hold their tongues at the same time to let the other speak. Eventually, Ty shimmies out of the booth, large drink cup in hand, and walks up to the till. You would've liked to just figure out what you could substitute a Big Boy on your own, now that's become a whole thing, but the younger Shaw still grips onto the paper of orders in his hand—and now it's in Ty's hand.

“Holy hell… Who's order?” Ty sifts through the list, patting his brother on the back as if to dismiss him back to their booth. El Stupido doesn’t forget to thank you for the napkins, and you give him a gentle smile as he marches back to their family booth.

Holding the edge of the till, you point a loose finger towards the, now, pushed together tables and the baseball team riling up around its perimeter. “Tried to be as creative as I could,” You begin, looking back down at your screen of the orders. “Big Boy kinda stumped me.”

Ty puffs out an amused scoff, lips pulling to the side as he shakes his head. “Big Boy? S'just a double-decker, hon.” He thinks you'll know what he means. “Double-decker? Texy Top Floor? Mucho Meaties?”

You're even more confused.

He sets his drink down, motioning with his hand that you step back a foot as he hoists himself up and over the counter. Ty starts punching things into the till, moving his finger like a stiff piece of wood against the screen. Normally, you would've stopped him—you should stop anyone that brings themself behind the counter and starts fucking around with the cash register. But you hear a few of the cooks in the back holler something out, an inside greeting or something adjacent to it, that Ty reacts positively to.

“Used to work here.” He informs you casually, still punching his finger away against the screen as he eyes the crinkled paper of orders in his other hand. “Eons ago.”

“And a Big Boy is...?” You're looking for something you can actually understand this time.

“Two patties.”

“Ah.”

In his confidence, Ty crumples up the paper of orders and tosses it into the nearest bin. Whatever it is he put through to the kitchen: you're just going to have to trust him. The till beeps, and your eyes find the overhead monitor perched up on one of the inner kitchen walls behind you. It flashes with an entirety of items, some of which are detailed as two-patty burgers. Ty hands you a new receipt, still warm from the printer, something you can give the chaperone for a bill. “Bingo.” He chirps.

He retrieves his drink, stepping away with his lips to the half-chewed straw, slurping what's left of his watered down Coke among the ice cubes. “I've seen you before. Seen you a lot, actually.” He says.

“Your family eats here a lot.”

Ty shakes his head, molars chewing along the plastic of his straw. “I mean at the ragers.” He recognized you, too? “You was at the last one, right?”

The last one—and just like the one before that: it's the same old story. “Everybody goes.” You say.

Waving over the team's coach with the receipt in hand, you begin to punch in the numbers. The man waddles over, exhaustion still present in his bones and perhaps weighing him down more than when he first walked in. He's knuckle deep in his wallet, palming a fairly kind amount of bills as Ty remains quiet at your side, watching as you handle the team's payment. The man wipes his brow beneath the bill of his ball cap, nodding to the both of you, before he returns to the rowdy table of boys.

“...Nobody went.” Ty finishes, quietly and to himself more than to you.

—

You pick up the last tray of food to bring to the tables: stacked a few burgers too high, loose fries spilled over the lining parchment, and three towering Cokes bubbling beneath their plastic lids. At the bar, you've carried worse while handling far worse before. Granted, you had an entire bar top to divide you from the rest of the chaos and its patrons. So the shockingly cold shower of sticky cola comes as a rocking surprise when a catcher's mitt soars through the air, luring the boy closest to you to leap from his chair and check the bottom of the tray with his shoulder in an attempt to catch it.

He does. It’s a great catch, actually.

But now you're soaked.

Your sharp inhale of being soaked turns the Whataburger silent, and the ice cubes that haven’t slid into your top softly hit the linoleum tiled floors with a wet splat. 

“Way t’go Greenwall! You got the burgers wet!” One of the boys shouted, causing a distressing collection of teenage groans to echo in your ears as they mourn their food—pissing on your state of being drenched in Coke, actually. The coach struggles to wind the team down, avoiding your gaze with a guilty expression torquing his features. The boy that shoulder-checked the tray looks over at you with a sheepish apology, handing you a singular napkin as a peace offering.

“Gee, sorry Miss.” He murmurs, unable to keep his bubbling giggles to himself as his teammates start their upchuck of jokes. Yes, you’re currently working. Yes, you’ve been practicing your Southern Hospitality since you’ve moved here. Yes, you’re not an asshole and you’re rather patient when you don’t need to be.

But, fuck…

Your mouth opens, tongue sharpened in preparation of a well-deserved lashing against the entire table for distributing the place from the moment they walked in—then for whoever’s bright idea it was to play catch and volley with a baseball glove across the damn restaurant.

“—Hey!”

That definitely isn’t your voice. Your mouth shuts, breaking away from your statuesque position since being doused in three large Cokes, your head turns towards the Shaw’s booths. Ty is leaned over the table, elbow drilled into the table, finger pointing firmly at the baseball team. You don’t even process what it is he’s saying as he’s scolding them, or the fact that his sisters had evacuated their booth to guide you into the restrooms.

You blink once, you’re staring at Ty caddle up and reprimand the tables of boys like he was wrangling wild horses—you blink twice, and you’re staring at your drenched reflection in the restroom mirror as the two girls are working like medic veterans to de-sodafy your uniform.

“God, it’s everywhere…” Paris says, dabbing down on your chest and shoulders with a handful of scratchy, brown paper towels from the wall holder.

KC clicks her tongue, plugging one of the sinks up with a wad of toilet paper before filling it with water and hand soap. “What an asshole, seriously.” You feel another pair of hands pull at your soaked uniform polo until it untucks from your belted trousers. The orange colour, now a murky brown. The girls work in tandem, pressing lukewarm wraps of toilet paper and paper towels against your skin, leaving you at their mercy of hurried attempts to get as much Coke out of your hair and off your skin before it becomes a sticky, sugary coating.

“She needs a new shirt, KC.” Paris says, pinching at your uniform top. There isn’t a section of threads that isn’t soaked. “Hey, when does your shift end?” She asks you.

“...Midnight—”

“—Oh my God, she’ll be stuck in this for hours!”

“Do you have another shirt?”

“She’s not gonna have another shirt, Paris. Ty only got the one uniform when he worked here, remember? He got that stupid barbecue sauce stain on it like… The second day.”

“Shit, you’re right…”

You listen to the sisters go back and forth until Paris finally bolts out of the restroom in search of—well, you assume a new shirt—leaving you with KC. She stares at your reflection in the dingy mirror besides you, idly pinching the ends of your hair with her wettened fingers, finding any sticky sections she might’ve missed from before.

“Don’t worry,” She begins, “Ty’ll whip those idiots into shape.”

Although you aren’t all that concerned about reprimanding the baseball team for this, preferring you could just teleport to your apartment, into a clean change of clothes, and end this evening instead: it doesn’t hurt to know that the boys were getting wrung out.

“Yeah…” You huff, finally looking down to examine your cola-drenched state and the Shaw sisters’ efforts in getting as much off of you as they could. “Hey, thanks.”

KC smiles, phone in hand. She’s about to say something when the restroom door opens and Paris returns with a balled up plaid shirt in her hands.

“Here, it’s Ty’s.” She says, extending it out towards you.

KC sticks her hand out, interrupting the trade as she sours her face. “What? Ew, no. She can’t wear that.”

“KC—”

“—Paris, it probably stinks.”

You take the plaid anyways. It smells like cologne and campfires, and maybe a tinge of sweat—but it’s dry. Paris guides you into one of the stalls, giving you some privacy to change as you swap your sticky uniform polo for Ty’s plaid. Paris takes your discarded shirt, wringing it out over the sink as a splash of Coke drips from the orange fibers. It isn’t until you walk out of the stall, buttoning up Ty’s plaid shirt on your frame when there’s a knock on the restroom door.

Both Paris and KC look at each other, a little confused as to who would be knocking.

“Mama?” KC tries.

“No.”

El Stupido’s gentle rasp echoes in the restroom.

“Can I come in?”

Paris transfers your wrung-out polo into the sink filled with water and hand soap, while KC gives you a look. You nod, shrugging a bit. You were decent now, plaid buttoned up. She walks to the door, pushing it open for their youngest brother to softly waddle in. In his hands, he holds a crumpled stack of the napkins you gave him earlier.

“Do you need these?” He asks, hoisting the napkins up before you.

Your eyes round and soften at his attempt to help. You take a few napkins from him, wiping a bit aimlessly at your neck—the majority of the mess had been cleaned up by now. Still you, give the youngest a small nod. “Thanks.”

Like clockwork, another Shaw rapts at the restroom door with a firmer knock.

“How’s it goin’ in there?” Ty calls.

[tuliprambles]

We're only two episodes into season 2B of Helluva Boss and it's already on track to be so much better than the first half of the season was.

I love Helluva Boss as a whole, but to say its quality is inconsistent would be an understatement. Season 2A could not keep a consistent tone to save its life. The best episodes of 2A were the ones about Fizz, not the ones related to the main characters of the show. The less I say about the Millie focused episode, the better (no I don't remember the episode's name and I don't care, it can go fuck off).

I was dreading Full Moon as much as I was hyped for it. It very easily could've been completely mishandled for how hyped up it was, and I think we all knew that. They knocked it out of the park though, it felt like a return to form episode. The ending stinger was also absolutely incredible. That argument was long overdue and it played out pretty much how I expected it to. The VAs give it their all and the characters are written so so well.

Apology Tour might be the best episode of the whole show honestly. I love when a show is willing to take its time and let emotions sink in, and this entire episode is that. Stolas is my favorite character in the show but I love how flawed both he and Blitzø are, it makes them so interesting. This episode is all about Blitzø recognizing his flaws and how his actions affect people, but Stolas isn't off the hook. He still does bad things and the show doesn't pretend he's some innocent sad boy or something.

We've got some genuinely great tension and drama going here, along with FINALLY bringing antagonists from season 1 back into the plot, instead of just dicking around like 2A liked to do. I should say again 2A is mostly really good! Its funny, and the characters are likeable, fun to watch. It's just tonally inconsistent and doesn't know how to mesh drama with comedy very well.

So uh yeah I hope the rest of season 2 follows how these two episodes have gone. I know Ghostfuckers is going to be a more lighthearted silly episode, but I'm fully on board with that as long as what happened in these episodes isn't just forgotten about.

[jazeswhbhaven]

An Unsightly Guy | React | Spoilers

It's Day 7 and 8 lovelies!!! And boy do we have some great content ahead especially in day 8 lol

It seems though the momentum on this event has slowed down and I think it's mostly due to the fact that it's so drawn out and so far there's nothing really "exciting" happening.

But that seems to be the case with these events like the hype is high the first two to three days and after it's like s p l o o t.

I think if this was a Amy only event and the card had an adore mode people would be more excited about it.

But that's just my ramblings forgive me.

So we're back with Sitri being on his BS when seeing Amy at any given moment lol But before this they were just staring at each other quietly again like my favorite gif that ya'll often see.

but if i'm being honestly Sitri and I have the same brain cell here because I can't stand other's hot ass breath on me even if it doesn't smell bad because why??? are??? you this damn close???

So Amy ofc tells Sitri that he's breathing like that because he's hurt. Fair but this man don't give a shit lol

He goes over to him to access the damage I assume because it turns out even though the forest is torn up there's more angel bodies dead than devil bodies. They remained victorious.

I love how Amy's subordinates are always worried about him and it shows solidarity for their leader. But yeah Sitri also has this thing about him where he shows care for everyone else except the person he dislikes this being Amy.

That's from him being up in Hades. I swear to ya'll it is. That snooty ass attitude rubbed off so badly Sitri can't help but reflect that back into the universe

STOP

the height difference, how the sprites are close to each other, Amy being a foul mouth demon that he is...I really can't get away from my cxc ship bullshit ever when they do things like this lol

I do however like that Amy is a punk. Just mouthing off and cursing any time he can.

that's why Astra likes to provoke him too

But Sitri just simply tells him to stop bitching because the pain is proof that he's alive. So Amy takes this opportunity to one up on this moment because of what happened a few days ago

first of all, Amy is adorable. I just wanna tap his booba and tell him he's doing great.

Sitri gets pissed off though because it's the exact same thing he told him when he arrived a few days back when he had to save that devil boy from his commando unit. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had this one coming. An eye for an eye basically and Amy came and showed out.

So a couple things about this.

Remember what they said about him here, not usually being foul-mouthed and foul-tempered for a bit. You'll see where I'm getting at later.

Second. This is the pronoun thing I was referring to, which now has me thinking that maybe Sitri didn't mean "her" on day 6 and that was possibly just a mistake on the translating/writing part.

Though I am still wondering what incident caused him to be very angry back then where he had to smack himself back to reality to keep from focusing on it.

And while this little interaction is going on, the devils around them are gossiping about how Sitri and Amy always found time to fight each other even in situations like this.

But I think they forgot the part where Sitri can fucking hear them lmaooo because he was quietly stewing in annoyance by the entire thing, so much he had to think about when he and Amy first met.

So this was centuries ago, and it's wild because I'm like wait it's been that long for them holy shit my life is fleeting because to me a decade blinking by is so long.

A bit of lore about Satan btw, this was a time where he barely had an army, so it must have been he first came into power as a king. (we really need that backstory honestly) And went around scouting for willing participants even neighboring countries.

They also bring up that devils who saw him traveling around decided to join because they loved his energy.

When I think about this it's wild that Satan had to foot for his own army. This leads me to believe Gehenna was low due to the amount of deaths, or perhaps something happened with the previous king that caused this.

Either way, the babes did his thing and now he's got more than enough helping him during the battles. Picturing him recruiting folks though is cute because I imagine he's a great motivational speaker or just "hey join me btw" and it just works.

So the instructors didn't even notice Sitri because well in their defense they hadn't seen him yet. So of course they see this pretty, "slender" looking devil show up with his hair all nice and pushed back and is just like "aye so???"

He introduces himself and then that's when everyone starts acting accordingly and seeing him as a superior. But I mean that's why he was nice about it anyway because to him, they should be wary of someone they hadn't seen before and Gehenna needs that type of energy.

So now that we're in day 8 there's a few things I wanted to point out. One of them being the breadcrumb here that Hades had a fully formed solid military. That means...Leviathan is either the same age as Satan or a bit older, or he is younger than him but he's just better efficient with managing devils with his strict ass.

Sitri though see's Satan's army as an advantage. Because the Gehenna devils are flexible and free but also disciplined. That leads me to believe that it's only really fear and power that Leviathan uses to make sure that everyone in his military doesn't fuck things over. It makes sense, given Levi doesn't really have a carefree personality. There's too much trauma in there for him to break down that wall.

So while Sitri was daydreaming about his plans for leading Satan's army...someone...i think we know who fucking spits in his direction...

Now the reason he's pulling this face again is because he stepped into the spit. And I'm sitting here like ?????? I get it.

Again, like imagine just minding your business and someone just hacks a fucking loogie on the ground and you step in it. With your good shoes at that.

I'd be so disgusted like??? IRL bodily functions even my own gross me out easily so I apologize if anyone ever feels offended by me having strong opinion's about things we can't help. It's just me ya'll I live in pain constantly due to this.

Yup, it was Amy ya'll lmao big surprise.

So the reason Amy wasn't reading the room here, is because he felt like he didn't need to due to his status as a solider and being recently done with training. He was really good at what he does, so he felt anything else was not worth paying attention to.

Including spitting in the direction of your superior.

Now remember when I told ya'll to keep in mind that they said Amy wasn't usually foul mouth or foul tempered?

Then what the hell is this? Lmao

I get it, people change and well devils ain't got nothin' but time so perhaps Amy did mellow out with age and he was much younger here so that "I don't need to listen or do jack shit that ain't got to do with Satan" was very heavy. So ofcourse he'd pick a fight with everyone else.

But them expect Sitri to deal with it because he was nice to everyone?

Nah. He about that life.

He pretty much said "fuck you" without actually saying it and spat ON Amy. Mind you, Amy didn't even spit on him directly just in his walking path.

Yeah...?

That goddamn fucking smirk I'm going to lovingly kick his ass because Levi PLS

You're telling me he literally took this man, molded him into a Levi clone and sent him back out like that in Gehenna? I feel this is deliberate lmao "You sent me someone and gave me work to do so here you go here's your present <3"

Imagine all of the ass kicking Satan had to do in order to fix that attitude? Phew...I bet he was like "Again?"

now ya'll know why Cain is always on that everyone is stupid to me energy because look who he takes after?

I just find it hilarious that Sitri took that personally, because Levi would take that personally. If fact Levi wouldn't even spit on Amy back he'd just fucking hang him for being disgusting LOL

i couldn't resist.

So with Amy it was on sight, because trust, if someone spat on my face I'd be swinging too because clearly you want to disrespect me

Like ya'll think about it?

All he did was just spit on the ground and Sitri wasn't paying attention and stepped in it. He didn't spit directly on him.

small story time but it reminds me of a story i was told that i ripped up a boy's classwork in kindergarten because he tore my page on the corner as a "joke". i legit took his page and ripped it up. apparently i was on demon mode lmao

But now we're really starting to see the meat and potatoes of their dynamic. Sitri actually started it and ran with it. He saw the spit as disrespect and intentional when Amy sees it as "this dude fucking spit on me now we have beef"

So they're having this little interaction of Amy trying to punch Sitri, and because Sitri's ability to hear his heart and his muscles swell before he makes the movement he can dodge him without problem. But Amy is robust and not clumsy so he doesn't do the comical falling forward thing most of us see in cartoons.

Sitri is annoyed though because he sees the potential in Amy and his talent, he simply just doesn't like that attitude and sees it as a problem.

This is definitely Levi vibes.

So the next time Amy goes for him, he actually trips him so he falls. And it ends there.

Mannnnnnnnn this is a whole trip and a half. Like imagine if Sitri would have just simply ignored the spit and just dismissed Amy's bad attitude? I wonder if that would of even helped or if Amy would have done something to annoy Sitri later that would start the same beef regardless.

Imagine.

Centuries old beef because someone stepped in spit.

[archivalofsins]

Also, consider that post the rent lowering gunshot before trial 3 opens up for real. This is the last one we got of these-

Let's make this shit show a fun one~

I'm here for a good time, not a long one and after the beginning if 2025 hey Yuno bout to save my life this month. I can feel it.

No matter how this goes I'm just gonna be so fucking happy to finally see her again. It's been almost three years since Tear Drop. It will be three years in September of this year. It's been so long...

I wonder how much she's changed. For the others it will be much longer. How can you not be hype after that long of a wait? How has the animation changed...? The sound? What will we learn next?

It's a bit somber, sure, because this is the last of it, right? But damn five years, twelve characters down to nine, twenty choices made over the course of two trials to get us to this moment. To get us to these dispositions. Meeting the same people three times under far different circumstances even more experiences behind us.

How can anyone be anything other than excited?