#big bean G talks

[abravesoul03]

How would G!P Noze cock and behaviour be like during sex?!

WAY B NOZE X FEM READER

SMUT

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HOW WOULD HER COCK LOOK LIKE

-When she soft she's she's still visible through her boxers so always has to wear baggy pants.

-She would be around 9inches when hard.(Vise president of the big dick club 😁)

-Not really thick.

-Has a pinkish tip.

-Whenever she's hard her cock is curved upwards.

-Her cum is more of a pale white coloured and also thick.

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HER BEHAVIOUR DURING SEX

-Jihye is a Dom.

-Never ever she's gonna sub.

-What can I say, she just loves to pleasure you.

-Rather than a girl who would fight for dominance, I think she would prefer a pillow princess to fuck.

-She loves the way, she can fuck you anyway she wants.

-Jihye loves giggly sex, she wants you to be happy and emotionally present.

-Will joke around and ask dumb questions sometimes if she feels you getting overwhelmed just to make you laugh.

-"y/n-ah do you think my little friend looks like a banana?"

-loves restraining your hands above your head as she fucks you.

-Missionary is her favourite position.

-But nothing could win her heart like doggy position.

-Is definitely an ass kinda gal.

-Will fuck your ass and spanks you in doggy position.

-Will definitely creampie your ass.

-She loves the way her cream drips out from you.

-Isn't that interested in calling you any specific pet names. She just settles for your original name or something simple like "baby" "babe" "Y/N".

-loves receiving dirty talk.

-Loves kissing you with tongue, Sex with Jihye is messy she loves it that way, what could I say🤭

-Marks you up. Has given you hickey in the shape of the 'J' which you probably realized the next day.

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PUNISHMENTS WITH G!P NOZE

-Noze doesn't really like punishing you, cus first she loves you so much to do so. Second she can't stand to see you cry.

-But there times where you've pushed her buttons a little too far.

-It was during a dance video recording with the other WayB members. It was your first time meeting the other girls and you guys clicked immediately. To say the least Noze was very happy that her girlfriend and team mates are bonding really well.

-You and Ansso were getting a little touchy and Jihye didn't like it, but still she kept quiet.

-It got to the point where Ansso had placed her hand your thighs, that's when Jihye lost it.

-You had been given the cold shoulder till the 2 of you reached home. Once back oh you were done.

-She just pushes you on the nearest surface and starts to heavily make out.

-"wtf were you thinking?"

"w-what do you mean?"

"All that with Ansso?! I'm not blind y/n!"

-She's gonna undress you without patients and just starts fingerings you hard.

"she even had her hand on your thigh, for so damn long!!"

-Once your wet and ready enough she's gonna stuff you up with her cock.

"This won't do, I have to teach you."

-Flipping you over, she just fucks you hard, her hand pushing your head all the way down as Jihye fucks you really hard.

-This time she's fucking you till your crying.

"take it, if it hurts you should have thought about it before letting Ansso do what she did."

"J-Jihye, p-please I- ahh shit~"

-Will add a few smacks to your ass.

-But if things get to painful, she knows you'll use your safe word.

-When your knees start to give out, she'll position you into missionary and continues.

-Will probably do this until your filled up with her cum or your too fucked until the only thing you can say is her name.

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ANY TYPE OF TOYS SHE WOULD USE?

-I don't think so, feel like she would just settle in using her hands and tongue.

-But if you want or request them, she'll definitely give you what you want. She's a giver after all.

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AFTERCARE WITH NOZE

-Miss Noh Would turn into to the sweetest bean ever after sex.

-If it's giggly loving sex, she would pull out and just cuddle with you eventually falling asleep with you in her arms.

-Praises are a must.

"You did so good for me baby. My precious girl I love you so much."

-If it was a rough night, she would carry to the bathroom and clean you up an herself. Will get you some clean clothes to wear.

-Will feed you some snacks if you asked for.

-Then she'll lay you down on her chest stroking your back till your sound asleep.

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-THE END-

[dino-boyo-agere]

AgeRe YouTube Channel list

Haii!!

I decided to write down my favorite age-regression YouTube channels, as well as some I just really like to watch when I'm tiny!

Some of those channels are sparse in their uploading schedule, diverted their theme away from regression or have stopped uploading all together. Nonetheless, even in those cases, their old videos on/ about AgeRe are still a great watch and I highly recommend checking them out!

!! of course it's all SFW content aswell !!

So, without further ado, here is my list..

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Age regression channels:

• ri's space (formerly known as Rileys littlespace)

• Smolbinkie

• AspenSprout

• Babie dani

• Little Moo Moo (i love them so much + their a POC) ╰→ ! they are DDLG aligned, but still make SFW content !

• Vexedbabie

• Princess smol bean

• Natalie's age regression

• milkwebs

• Little kitty space

• Xlittle.plantx

• Small safe space

• cottagebabydol

• Little Disreactions (AgeRe themed/ coded ASMR)

• Blond boy (i think this one's actually ABDL tho?)

• LittleBabysLittleSpace (this one's also ABDL)

Crafting channels:

• NerdEcrafter (always fun when smol)

• North of the Border (great for spookie tiny ones)

• Bobby Duke Arts

• Studson Studio

• Nick Zametti

• Ten Hundred

• I did a thing 

• Jazza (also especially kiddo friendly)

• Evan and Katelyn

• Kasey Golden

• Moriah Elizabeth

• Super Rae dizzle

• Maquaroon

• Dollightfull

• HeXtian

• Tyler Tube

Toy and slime review channels:

• ashens (idk why lil me luvs to watch this, u might too)

• Great Big Toy Box

• Next Jen (Main of GBTB)

• Sandaisy

• It's kristiii

Learning channels:

• Mrs. Rachel (recommended by @zack-agere)

• William Osman

• TheBackyardScientist

• Be Smart (recommended by @zack-agere)

• Crash Course Kids

• Free School

• Peekaboo Kidz

• It's AumSum Time

• Clever Kids

• BRIGHT SIDE Series

• Toy Time Town

• SciShow Kids

• BE AMAZED

• KLT (learning with songs, for smol & big kids)

• Danny Go! (rlly like dis one, even has a vid on ASL!!)

• Kids TV123 (learning with songs, for extra tiny ones)

Dino channels:

• The Dinosaur Channel

• Dinosaurs

• Ben G Thomas

Space Channels:

• Future Space

• PBS Space Time

• History of the Universe

• melodysheep (has some really great vids on space!)

Arcade channels:

• Push Time Wins

• Kawaii arcade master

TV/ Movie talk Channels:

Pugly

Dylan Is In Trouble

Alex Hefner's TV and Movie Vault

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That's all the channels I can think of thus far, I'm more than happy to add your suggestions aswell though! I would actually really appreciate some more recommendations on channels, especially if u have any SFW agere boy channels, aswell as channels that are highly focused on dinosaurs or space!

Thank you for reading!

I hope this helps some of y'all to find some more people to connect to in our amazing community!!

Love y'all 💞 ~ ฅ⁠|°▿▿▿▿°|ฅ

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[lunatic-pudge]

Sniper SWF Alphabet

My baby boy!!!!! I think I might do Pyro or Demo next

A: Affection (How do they show affection? And how affectionate are they?)

Sniper is one of the most touched-starved of all nine mercs. It comes from him being an introverted-esque person and also his job. But when it comes to having an s/o, he is a very affectionate person. He loves giving and receiving affection

B: Best Friend (What would they be like a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He'd be a good best friend to have if you can break through his barriers. He doesn't let people in easily, he's very defensive about letting people in. So you would have to start slow with breaking the barriers. Sitting together and making small talk. Once the barrier is broken, he's another loyal friend. He's also a gossiper, ready to talk about and hear the latest merc drama. He's also a little shit-head and occasionally will cause trouble by letting a bee or spider lose in the building. He thinks seeing Scout freak out over a little bee is top tier comedy

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Loves cuddles. You two will be constantly cuddling each other in private. He's the type of person to just lay on top of someone. He's like a coat or blanket and it's adorable. He doesn't discriminate on cuddles, if you want to be the big spoon, he'll gladly allow it. He'll cuddle you in front of people when he's drunk or completely exhausted. You're his comfort item

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking & cleaning?)

Would definitely want to settle down. He'd make a great house husband. Is very particular with cooking and cleaning, he has a very specific routine for it and doesn't like breaking said routine. He is also very into trying new foods so you'll be trying a lot of interesting stuff. Please picture this man in a frilly pink apron for me, thank you :)

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Very and horribly shy about it but will do it to get it done and over with so he doesn't have to dwell on it anymore. He's upfront with it and gives a reasonable explaination for it. Post breakup, he becomes very reclusive. It takes him a bit to get over the relationship but once he's over it, he'll start to revert back to his usual

F: Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Wants to get married but is scared of it. He wants to make sure the person he's with is the one. It would take a while for him to propose, I give it four years of dating at least, but after he pops that question and you say yes, he's excited. I feel like he'd let you do most of the wedding planning while aggressively supporting you, but there would be some things he'd like, such as a small wedding. But this man will make your dream wedding come true

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Is surprisingly a very gentle bean. Hims is such a sweetheart. Is very good at being a listening ear if you need to vent. He'll hold you and let ypu talk about everything and anything. He enjoys spending time with you

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Another gangly man with gangly man hugs, but they do be warm and comforting. Hugs are affection and he's a very affectionate man so hugs are constant. He tends to do a lot of suprise hugs from behind. He'll lay his chin on top of your head as well. He's also they type to put his elbow on your shoulder and bully you for being short

I: I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

Takes a while for him to say it. He'd probably end up saying it on your one year anniversary which makes it such an emotional moment for the both of ya. He writes lots of little notes for you and puts them everywhere and all of them contain a little I love you in it, sometimes it's just an I love you note but it's still very adorable

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Is only jealous when drunk or high (you know damn well this man is the team's weed dealer). He's very confident of himself when sober, but when he's under the influence of something he's the possessive, worried you'll leave him for someone else type of person. He'll be all over you and accusing the person of trying to take you away from him, tears may or may not be included

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Little smooches with every hi and bye. Going to the bathroom? Here's a smooch before you go. Oh, you're back? Here's a smooch for returning. He usually just gives quick innocent kisses and saves the more saucy and romantic ones when alone and for those special moments. Will kiss you anywhere and everywhere but usually tends to stick with kisses on the lips since it's quick and easy

L: Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Is unsure about kids. They're cute and he tries to be a good role model for them, but he also doesn't understand kids. He's on the fance about having kids in the future. It depends on you if you two are having them or not. He's also the type to get absolutley fucking murdered by a hoard of kids. They'd maul him alive (it's like a reverse FNAF where the kids kill the adults and stuffed them in a suit)

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Grumpy old man. He's up early making coffee and being grumpy. He's very much not a morning person and it shows. He's very snippy with the other mercs so you'll have to be there to be the neutral party and pull him away from fighting someone

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Is up late. He spends his nights cuddling you and watching a movie. With enough convincing, he'll turn his camper into a mini blanket fort. He struggles to sleep at night so it ends up contibuting to his morning grumpiness. He'll spend most of the night cuddling you until he falls asleep

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

Another thing that would take a long time for him to do. He doesn't want you trying to use this info against him. But if you're with him, then you obviously must have some patience, the long wait is worth it though

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Depends on his mood of the day. He's usually a very patient man but some days everything annoys him. He's very quick to apologize for his anger though. He doesn't like being mad at you, it's hurts his feelings

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I'd say he's pretty good with memorizing info about you. He does tend to forget and mix up some small bits, but overall, he's good with memory

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory is when you two both took care of an injured owl. Owls are his favorite bird so when you came to him with a small box that had a baby owl in it, his heart melted. He's got quite the knowledge with taking care of animals so he knew what to do, asking you to retreive certain item so you both can help the owl. Taking care of the owl was like a test to see how well you both work together. He has pictures of the time hung up on his wall. You both ended up keeping the owl as a pet

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. He tends to stick close to you to make sure you're safe. He'd be someone who would hold you close to him with one arm, point his kukri at the person and growl at them. He gives you big scary dog privleges

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

He tries his best. He likes going all out for anniversaries, making sure you feel like royalty in that day. He also goes all out for your birthday, basically telling you that you're not lifting even a finger at all that day. He'll interrogate you for date ideas since he tends to not know what to do for date night. Plz help him

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

The man pisses in jars. No sane person pisses in a jar and throws it at people. But aside from that, I'd say the only real bad habit/trait of his is his reclusiveness and his grumpiness. This man has an attitude on him and isn't scared to show it

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Doesn't care much about his looks. I feel like he does the bare minimum to exist. But does take better care of himself when he starts dating you. It's a very noticable difference too which ends up with the mercs questioning and attempting to bully him. He doesn't give a shit about them though. He only cares about you and his parents

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It all depends on how long you two have been together. If it's been casual, then he's fine. But long term? Homie ends up developing separation anxiety. He doesn't like being away from you for too long. He'll usually take something of yours to kinda help him. It barely helps. He needs you.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

I feel like he'd be the type of person to be constantly high. He's obviously the weed dealer of the team, he knows what the good kush is. He's also a very feral man. Just look at him. He never got that rabies shot and it shows

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He's very picky about his partner. He doesn't like when his partner who's persistent and aggressive. He tends to let his partner take the lead but if they wanna do something he does't want to do, he will throw a fight about it if they persist

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Struggles to sleep at night. He tends to be on edge a lot so it messes with his sleep schedule. So he usually just spends the night cuddling and watching you sleep until he himself can pass the fuck out

[gtbutterfly]

What's your most controversial g/t opinion? Most would probably be about a certain trope or something regarding angst or ethics, but mines much more stupid.

I think borrowers calling humans "beans" is stupid. Like, why do they do it? I know they called humans that in the original book, but it just doesn't make sense to me, and sounds a bit too silly. Like, borrowers would know English from listening to humans talk, right? So why would they say bean? I gets it's like, a mispronounced version of "being" as in human being, but why mispronounce it? Is there something physically different about borrower anatomy preventing them from saying the g? Why don't they say other words differently then? Shouldn't they have like, a whole different accent all together?

And why shorten it to being? Why not say human? The word being is referring to humans in the term human being. Sure, borrowers probably wouldn't know that, but why say bean anyways?

What lilliputian with a speech impediment 100 years ago first ending up in human civilization heard a human say "human being" in some kind of context, and then went back to all their friends and told them that the big people call themselves "human beans" and how did that term spread across all of borrower culture across the world? It just never made any sense to me.

[getosbunsblog]

Levi NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He lays there, you leaned against his chest. Plays with your hair or you play with his. Talk about video games and then go for a bath

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hair and horns. He just thinks they look cool. You, he can’t get enough of every single part of you, he feels lucky you even notice him. But if he had to pick I feel like he’s a neck guy. He just loves looking at your neck and collarbones and imagining marking them up with love bites

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I THINK HIS CUM HAS GLITTER, yes you heard me glitter. I think it has a blue iridescent shine to it. Which makes it look really pretty when it drips out of your hole

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hentai? Not after he met you. Definitely jerks off to you and your pictures you post on social media. I don’t think he even likes hentai that much anymore because he can probably only get off to you. We all know he’s a big fat pervert so maybe he takes sneaky pics of up your skirt or you changing, for scientific reasons.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s SOOOOO difficult. Idk if he’s a virgin, but homie is definitely lacking experience. He’s like hella old tho. So he probably isn’t a virgin. But again, still lacking a ton of experience

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You riding but he moves your hips. He has a control issue and he always needs to be in some kind of control. Also doggy. He loves doggy. He will destroy your organs with his cocks in doggy

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s so serious that it’s comical, like if you so much as smile in a goofy way he gets so insecure and insulted

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Blue pubes. And idk man. He might be waxed…..

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not great at intimacy but he enjoys it and loves the feeling of you being there emotionally as well as physically

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He takes your panties and sniffs them to get off. He wraps them around his painful erections and strokes himself up and down pretending you’re there with him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes being degraded. But he still doms, but he also does some degrading back at you. “I can’t believe you’re letting someone like me fuck you” and “you must be a real easy slut if a gross shut in can get in your pants”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed and his bean bag. The tub is a little bit inconvenient

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Jealouslyyyy, is like the biggest one. If u even laugh at mammon he wants to claim you. He’s can’t stand it when you talk to others. Especially lord diavolo. He’s just so perfect and him and Levi are so different

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not hurting you, light hair pulling but he cannot bring himself to even lay a finger on you in a violent manner, he refuses. Even if you beg for it, nope. He’s just too infatuated with you to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He has that snake tongue man, he’s a god at oral. Like better than he is at video games. When you go down on him tho, he takes a while to get comfy. He might cover his face the first few times, but after he knows you aren’t gonna judge him, he’s all cool with being loud and taking his hand away from his face

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. He most definitely enjoys just having you sit on him and cock warm him, but if you talked with mammon too much that day, or didn’t respond to his text quick enough he will find you. And when he does he’s pumping in and out of you so fast.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Eh. He feels indifferent to them. He would prefer to take him sweet ass time, but hey he’s not gonna stop u

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jealousy. He will make sure you’re extra loud when he pounds you in his room but he’s not to fond of doing it outside of his or your room. He doesn’t like the risk of someone else seeing you like that

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sadly I think he has the second lowest stamina out of his brothers (after belphie ofc) and that’s not always a bad thing. He’s still a demon and still has a ton of stamina compared to you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A fleshlight. He he got one that has your skin tone and everything. He’ll use them during fun time. But u have to bring the extra things. He’ll let you do whatever you want. Or if u want him to do anything to you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Horribly inpatient. Not a tease at all. Not slick enough and not enough skill with the ladies. He might try sometimes but he’ll just get embarrassed immediately. Then u need to tend to his wounds

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s the one person louder than mammon. Literally whimpers, moans, yells. The whole nine yards. Even if he’s dominant. He still whimpers and moans like he’s the one getting his insides rearranged

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Idkkkk I know SUB LEVI is a big thing but I think he’s just a shy soft dom, maybe he’ll want you to dom him and degrade him sometimes but he stays in charge for 90% of what happens. Ahem I also am a firm believer in panty stealer levi

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

TWO DICKS. You heard me, two. I think the lower one is 8.5 and the top one is 9.5 roughly. And in his demon form the tip becomes a dark blue

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s so ducking horny, you breathe, he’s hard. You bend over, he’s hard. You say his name in a sweet tone, he’s hard for hours. He’s a total perv. He’s just a shy little perv.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not fast. You’re long asleep before he even does. He’s probably playing on his Nintendo switch lol

[grvntld]

21 june 2024—✨️🤍🎀👁💋👁🎀🤍✨️

i was out and about for half of this day bc—

🩺 obgyne visit ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ finally got my first dose of hpv vaccine. two more doses to go! also did my pcos routine checkup. results were as expected, and yet, i still cried bc of it. no surprises there, really. overall, im grateful bc duh, ive got no major thingy to worry about naman down there, ykwim.

🍵 chill tOime ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ went to one of my go-to cafe restaurants. im so happeh they opened this branch, and they finally hv meals on their menu! i stayed here for hoOOOOooOOOooours—for lunch i had their bacon slab something + sea salt latte, and then for dinner i had their buffalo chicken something salad + mango hibiscus. i also prepared an ig post which my brain turned into a full blown activity (((i had so much fun making the caption for this ♡))) all the while watching bones, and talking to my sibs + gOrL cousins. i miss them.

💆‍♀️ relaxation tOime ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ decided to get my monthly massage today. hihi. my body has been aching lately, especially my hips and lower back. got a deep tissue massage, and oh my gosh, i think ive found the masseuse for me. she was amazing! i really felt like all the tension has left my body, oh my gosh, i so love her!!! i took a mental note of her name so that i could request her for my next massage.

💞 home at last ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ surprised moosey with a custom vanilla bean latte ♡ i also surprised him by going straight home, instead of him picking me up. all my gala kasi, hatid sundo niya talaga me, and i was just feeling like ~actually~ coming home to him and to the furbebis this time, with a pasalubong in hand, so there i was booking a grab ride even though i was actually scared and anxious doing that (((bc my cousin had two unfortunate grab rides recently))). i also brought home my fave harry potter butterbeer. hihi.

🐶 furbebis missed me ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ and of course, as usual, it was also sooOOOOooo heartwarming to see the furbebis so excOited to welcome me back home. they were all given hugs and kissies na diyan sa gif kaya mejj calm na sila. hehe. also, 5/6 sila diyan since di pa pwede much makipag-interact youngest namin hihi she got lotsa kisses too, of course!

—grabe, this day was indeed packed! i enjoyed it so much ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ my heart, mind, body, and soul are all well-rested huhu thank you, big g!

[sunnylighter]

It’s thanksgiving!!! what are the GIAGAU families doing for it?

All the Garmadon family are squeezed in one table. Lord Garmadon got the biggest turkey he could get for dinner, and it was too big to fit in the oven so he roasted it over a lava pit. Sensei Garmadon laments they don't have nearly enough gravy to go with it, which Lord G only laughs at. Morro makes cannibalism jokes if the Lloyds eat the green bean casserole. The Wus argue over which tea would go best with the meal, and Koko and Misako are having the time of their lives.

Show Kai and Nya were invited over to their movie counterparts for the holiday. Spike Kai brought a pumpkin pie, that he made and ended up a little crispy. Buddy Kai is helping his father cook the rest of the meal, and everyone else has been kicked out of the kitchen. Maya and the Nyas are getting way too invested in beating each other at card games.

The Walkers and Gordons have all converged at Scrap N Junk and the whole place is decorated festively. The Jays are each chatting up a storm with each other's families getting them caught up on everything currently going on. The Eds and Ednas are being their wonderful doting selves. Flick Cliff Gordon is constantly shooting glances at Movie Libber, and Telly Cliff Gordon sees it and wonders where Show Libber is, but doesn't want to ruin the atmosphere by asking just yet.

The Coles' families have also converged, and, after a very emotional meeting with Show Lou meeting Gabby (my version of Lily, named before we knew her canon name), he and Movie Lou team up to serenade her, dragging Cliff Cole in to help them, and allowing DJ Cole to finish the cooking unimpeded.

The Julien family is also all together and invited the Borgs to come too. The Zanes and Rusty Echo worked together to make a mouth-watering feast. Skylor brings some food from her restaurant, which is a bit out of place but tastes too good to pass up. Both Pixals tried to make something to bring, but it came out inedible, so they just made sure to set the table and help carry the dishes where they needed to go, and keeping Tiny Echo from making a mess with his enthusiasm. The Cyruses and Prof. Julien started talking about robotics and can't stop. M.O.M. is recording everything for prosperity. They all have a moment of remembrance for Dr. Julien, before digging in to eat.

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 3: Hatefucking with Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader. Word count: 1477 Warnings: Hatefucking (Or my shitty attempt at it), P in V, Lil bit of dirty talk, OOC!Steve Harrington (That bean would never act like this). Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

Normally when someone carries the titles of King and Queen in high school, it means they’re together. Or at least like each other. Friends at the bare minimum.

You and Steve Harrington are anything but.

Tommy and Carol like to joke about the “Kingdome being in strife because the King and Queen hate each other” which usually results in one of you telling the pair to shut up.

It really was hate at first sight for the pair of you. Starting at the beginning of middle school and following you into high school. Looking back, you don’t even remember what was done or said that put you two at odds to begin with, probably something stupid and juvenile, but it didn’t matter seeing as you both took turns doubling down on antagonizing each other ever since.

It was a rare day that you deigned to sit at the same table with Harrington, usually it was because he was dating, or fucking, one of the other cheerleaders and was sitting with her at the same table as you.

He’d tried to bury the hatchet once, in freshman year, asked you out on a date and talk everything out, at the time you’d thought he was being serious, genuine, his eyes had shone with what at the time looked like honesty, but then you saw Tommy and Carol giggling and whispering behind him and saw through the façade.

Your adamant no, sprinkled with a few choice words explaining why, and a couple more aimed at the giggling pair of assholes you associated with for no more reason than they usually supplied alcohol for your parties, was all it took for everything to pick up right where it left off.

You’d ranted and raved for hours to your friends about everything wrong with Steve Harrington, he was a womanizer, an bully at worst and complicit to bullying at worst, and that wasn’t to mention some of the things he’s said and done to you over the years, granted some of it was in retaliation to stuff you did, but he usually delt the first blows when you would square off.

Now, you would be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive in the physical sense, anyone with eyes could see he was pretty, between his hair, eyes, and physique, it was an undeniable truth that any girl in the school would want to fuck him.

If he had any other personality, you’d be one of them, but you prided yourself on resisting his charms, it helped that they were never aimed solely at you, but that was beside the point!

So how, in the literal fuck, did you come to find yourself bent over a desk in the home office of one of the other cheerleaders houses during one of the first parties of the year, with the very same asshole railing you from behind better than any other guy you’ve ever fucked?

Might have something to do with the two drinks you’d had, liquid courage and all that. It didn’t matter now, not with his big hands gripping your hips to pull you back into his thrusts, driving his thick cock deeper and hitting your g-spot head on.

“Fuck…You like that? Like how that feels?” You’d never pictured Steve Harrington to be the talkative type, but he made it work, voice heavy with hot breaths, smirk almost audible when you let out a pleased sound at a particularly good thrust. “Yeah, you do…Best cock this slutty little hole’s ever had.” He practically growled with a thrust harder than the rest, so much it almost reached painful in the unpleasant way.

White hot anger met your lust halfway as you bucked your hips back against him just right to both knock him back a step, and dislodge him from inside you, giving you just enough space to turn in his hold and shove him back into the desk chair.

“If I wanted to hear you talk. I’ve gone on a date with you.” You said through your teeth as you straddled his lap, mentally hoping the chair could handle your combined weight, finger weaving into the hair on the back of his head and giving it a sharp pull to tilt his head back. “So, shut the fuck up, and fuck me.”

His grin was feral as he looked up at you through those damned dark lashes, chestnut eyes burning hot. “Yes, Ma’am.” He said so quietly it was almost a hiss.

He held his cock in place for you to settle on, but offered no assistance other that that, not that he comfortably could with the way you were still gripping his hair, though with the pretty flush that was spreading down his neck, he didn’t hate how it felt.

With him nestled snuggly back inside you, the new angle making him feel somehow bigger than he had before, you set a slow rhythm first to get your bearings, then sped up when you felt more confident in the motions.

The room was full of the lewd sounds of your wet pussy moving over him, of your heavy breaths and the slapping of skin, and the faint sound of music and conversation in the living room downstairs. Slow rolls of pleasure worked their way up and down your spine, making you clench down on him every so often, which you saw made his eyes flutter just a little every time.

As you moved you could feel Steve’s eyes trained on where your bodies met, his gaze all but burning your skin, but it seemed that letting you do all the work wasn’t on his agenda as one of his hands, which had been gripping your hips, moved up to knead your tit roughly, though not unpleasantly, feet planting so he could move his hips to meet your movements, making the sounds of skin on skin louder.

The slow rolls of pleasure turned into sharp zings that had your tightening with every thrust in, and you could see him fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back in pleasure. “What’s the matter, Pretty boy? Never had pussy this good?” You taunted on panting breaths.

His sharp eyes snapped back into focus, filled with the same anger meets lust look you’d had moments ago.

That was the only warning you got before he was standing with you in his arms, and all but slamming you on your back on the desk.

The jarring movement, and sheer unexpectedness of it, knocked you a little for a loop, which gave him the chance to pin your hands over your head, giving him full control over the situation once more.

Rather than make a smart quip he set another brutal rhythm, clearly chasing his pleasure more than yours, but the only indicator of that was that he wasn’t looking at you anymore, as you were still clenching around him, now feeling that sweet building of pressure low in your belly that told you would cum soon.

And he could tell too if the way he was making choked off little noises, like he was trying not to moan, was anything to go by.

You came first, that much was certain.

You hadn’t been fighting it, trying not to cum, but even if you had it would have been a futile effort, between him still rubbing hard against your g-spot with every thrust, and his pelvis grinding against your clit in the same movement, it would have taken some pretty gnarly thoughts to keep your orgasm away.

And when it hit, it hit hard. A knot tight in your belly snapping, sending you arching up into him with a breathless gasp, and clenching around him tighter than you had the whole night as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you.

He followed shortly after you, a low sound that you could tell he tried to swallow and failed, his hot shuddery breaths fanning over your neck where his face was buried.

You both stayed there, panting, basking in the last dregs of your pleasure, for a couple of moments, before he sat up and pulled out with a word or glance at you, yanking his jeans back up and buttoning them as he walked away like he hadn’t just had a clearly mind blowing orgasm.

Cocky bastard.

You gave him the same level of attention as you scooted to the edge of the desk, righting your skirt and pulling your panties back into place from where they were hanging around one of your ankles.

He left before you did and was in the backyard watching Tommy do a keg stand when you emerged, you glared at each other as you stood by the punch bowl, silent mutual hatred, but it felt different now.

Shit.

[cinderella-ish]

Fic Recs: My Favorite Yukeru Fics

Short Stories

and sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live, by DoctorBlazeIt T | Short Story | pining & romance For Yuki, growing older meant collecting some bad habits, like smoking, or falling in love with your best friend.

august, by reconquer M | Short Story | smut “I’m hungry,” Kakeru says. “What about you?” “I guess I could eat,” Yuki mutters. “Well, good,” Kakeru grins. “Because it’s your turn to cook.”

did you know that frogs don't have ribs or diaphragms, by yunsohno E | Short Story | smut Yuki and Kakeru have sex. And then they talk about frogs.

if i do anything i regret tonight, no i didn't, by sacrificialParsnip T | Short Story | romance In which Momiji orchestrates a situation that involves 2 beers, a shot, and 2 cocktails.

If I Ever Feel Better, by reconquer M | Short Story | slice of life & smut “You can crash here, it’s not a big deal.” “You seem too happy about this,” Yuki mutters. “Of course! I get to have a sleepover with my best buddy.” Kakeru winks at him and Yuki kicks the inside of his thigh again. Like he said. Hell

i wanna ruin our friendship (we should be lovers instead) by bloodyhalefire T | Short Story | romance Kakeru isn’t an idiot. Sure, he’s awful at some things and is occasionally a bit slow on the uptake, but he isn’t an idiot; he knows what touch starved looks like, and Yuki is the fucking blueprint. So he sets out to fix it.

Kisses Like Pink Cotton Candy (Talking To Everyone But Me) by yukiawison T | Short Story | romance “I’m sorry,” Kakeru mumbled. Yuki blinked. He’d expected him to laugh and tell him he was being stupid. “What for?” Yuki said, keeping his voice carefully even. “You know what for,” Kakeru said, which reduced the apology, perhaps, to half an apology.

laughing til our ribs get tough, by a-bigail T | Short Story | pining & romance Yuki and Kakeru have a long night. Yuki relearns what it means to want.

Mood Ring, by reconquer G | Short Story | romance Just like everything else, it starts in the student council room.

Open Season, by reconquer T | Short Story | fluff yuki gets trashed and spills the beans

say it again and again (tomorrow i'll hear it) by eurydicees T | Short Story | hurt/comfort & romance Kakeru confesses. Yuki misunderstands. Ayame's advice actually turns out to be… pretty useful.

student council naptime blues, by a-bigail T | Short Story | pining Kakeru, for once, isn't very tired. Yuki is strangely exhausted. Kakeru tries to help, and is faced with some wayward feelings.

tears falling like snow, by sunflowerstarfruit G | Short Story | hurt/comfort & pining Yuki has a panic attack at school. Kakeru finds him.

Tell Me Something, Tell Me What You Like, by yukiawison G | Short Story | romance He was always off balance. If someone ever wanted to kiss him, Yuki figured they’d sense this imbalance and give up before anything began.

We Go On Walks, by yukiawison G | Short Story | romance Kakeru thinks he’s cursed, sometimes. He’s cursed to keep wanting things he can’t have. He wants Machi to say more than four words to him at a time. He wants his mother to stop pestering him about college. And he wants Yuki.

Longer Fics

at least i got you in my head, by yunsohno E | Novelette | angst & smut Yuki and Kakeru go to a party. Yuki wants things to be a bit more.

desiderium, by tessohma M | WIP | hurt/comfort, romance, & smut desiderium - an ardent longing or desire. A Yukeru friends with benefits AU.

Does it Come as a Surprise? (Language of Averted Eyes) by yukiawison G | Novelette | romance Part of Yuki was convinced that Kakeru was making fun of him. He never knew when jokes went too far. He never knew when to stop pushing Yuki’s buttons. And he knew he was good at teasing him. Part of him hated Kakeru for that, for being so easy with his touches, for hitting him where it hurt.

fit back in, by luftballons99 T | Novelette | romance Crushes, curses, and contemporary literary theory: Halloween provides the opportunity to confront fear in all its shapes.

i wanna be dyed with your colours, by halfhope T | Novelette, background Tohru/Kyo | romance Sohma Yuki gay panics his way to self-actualization.

Like Fireworks in the Night Sky, by Princely_Hairdos T | WIP | pining & romance Yuki starts winter break in a relationship he feels unhappy in. He doesn’t know why, only knowing that he needs to get his act together and quick. Somewhere along the way, he falls madly in love with his best friend. Watch him throughout the year as he tries to reign in these feelings only to find out he might not actually need to.

On Different Pages, by TurnUps G | Novelette | romance Yuki thinks Manabe's teasing him about going on a 'date' with him, and calls his bluff. Manabe is not teasing.

The Other Side of Paradise, by reconquer T | Novelette | angst & romance Uotani points out that Kakeru and Yuki are always touching each other. Yuki panics and realizes some things about himself.

President Perfect, by draebelle T | Novelette | angst & romance Kakeru goes on a wild goose chase to find the forgotten love of his life.

Set it Free, by TurnUps T | Novelette | romance The fanclub girls are annoying Machi about being on the student council. Kakeru has a plan to divert their attention. It's a fake dating AU.

tongue tied, by b_o_i E | Novelette | dark & romance A brief history of boys that Sohma Yuki has kissed.

Here's a link to all my bookmarks tagged with Kakeru/Yuki! It'll include more than are listed here, since authors sometimes tag background/implied relationships.

[rockybloo]

(I think you said something about the boys' pecs recently, which made me think of this)

Some Dickhead: Nice tits!

Nana & Sweetheart: *ready to murder*

Jack & Bitterbat, genuinely: Thanks!

Jack & Bitterbat to their ladies: Don't worry [pet name,] yours are my favorite. <3

I got two very different derivative scenarios in my head of how I see something like this playing out for Jack and Bitterbat because they are complete opposites in their personality.

For Licorice, I can see a situation where some dude tries to catcall Amara and Bitterbat (in his Ace disguise) gets between her and said person and goes "Aw thank you!" To redirect the harassment towards him because he knows his bust is big.

And said dude would get uncomfortable bc because Ace is a TALL ass guy...but also a guy.

But if he tries to defend or say he was talking about Amara, Ace will get that deadly golden glow in his eye and his voice would lower as he warns "No. You were talking about me."

The cat caller would def feel the vibes his life is in the line and go "Y-yes sir! You have g-great tits" before scurrying away with their tail between their legs.

Amara would say thanks since she appreciates Bitterbat standing up for her as well as him restraining himself from murder or maiming.

And Bitterbat would just purr and kiss her on the cheek with a "No problem Sweetie Pie."

In a Red Beans situation, I see it playing out as someone trying to be a dick to Jack and him being oblivious at first because "Do I look like I have boobs???" So he lets out a confused thanks and later on, he brings up the situation to Nana.

Then he asks her if she thinks he has boobs. He wouldn't ask in a self conscious way but rather a curious tone and she'd say she likes his chest and its squish and he'd blush and begin feeling so happy that he forgets the dickhead from before.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

2. "C'mon, guys. She hangs out with you meatheads. This cannot come as a surprise."

EUGENE - "Yeah -- no. Ruby's got more balls than a ball pit. You'd have to be an idiot not to..." He looks around. "Guys, I'm not the only one who knew, right?"

GLEN - "Knew what?" The man can't believe what he's hearing. "First he says she murdered him -- now she's a *f*g* too? It's a lie!"

ALAIN - "C'mon Glen, she likes Monica's titties more than *you* do." The Mesque smiles. "Everyone knows which way the wind blows there."

SHANKY - "I did! I knew it! That's why she didn't fuck me at Fatty's birthday party."

EUGENE - "She didn't fuck you 'cause you're *forty* and you still live with your mom, Dennis." Light laughter sounds off in the room. It feels nervous.

"Klaasje said she made advances on her -- and she thwarted them."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Ruby then threatened her -- and told her to end her relationship with the deceased."

TITUS HARDIE - "This is *some* sordid shit." The big man rubs his chin. "It's also the kind of garbage our Miss Oranje puts out to cover her own ass."

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - Sort of -- but *he* doesn't have to know that!

"She did tell us when we were close to arresting her."

"She just told us -- Ruby made her scared and she spilled the beans."

TITUS HARDIE - "Figures." He looks out the window. "But that Ruby *is* queer as cabaret, now that I start thinking about it. So there is some truth to it..."

"And that's okay. Some are queerer than others, you can still be a Hardie." He glances at Glen. "But if you bring your own personal shit into our outfit..."

SHANKY - "And then, boss..." he shakes his head "...use us to cover it up? I mean, that's just fucked up."

EUGENE - "*If* it's true." He looks at Shanky, then Titus. "But it's not -- right?"

3. "Maybe it's all part of a leadership challenge? Against you, Titus."

TITUS HARDIE - "There's no fucking leadership challenge." A flash of rage; he calms himself. "Just when I thought you were taking this seriously, cop, you put your head in your ass."

EUGENE - "Man, now he's just throwing shit against the wall to see what sticks."

Oop, bad move.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Okay..." The lieutenant steps in. "We've ruled out infighting. That's how this works: by exclusion. Remember, all we need to do is rule Ruby out too. That's all this is."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - There's a bit of truth in there for Titus to react so brashly. He does not like his authority questioned.

Thankfully Kim is here to bail us out.

4. "When Klaasje came downstairs -- Ruby appeared to *know* that something was wrong."

ALAIN - "Nah, man. That's just Ruby. She's got shit under control," the man explains. "That's her whole thing. That's why she's so good."

EUGENE - "Plus, man, it's like *female intuition* you know. Women talk to women." He peeks at Titus. "Which is sorta why we need someone on the team who they talk to."

"Yes." (Roll your eyes.) "Female intuition. That's what it was. You're right Eugene."

"Yes, she's just got her *shit together*. That's how she knew."

"*Or* she knew what happened, because she killed him."

EUGENE - "Yeah..." The man seems unsure of himself.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Wishful thinking has no place in a police investigation," the lieutenant tells Eugene, his voice mild but firm.

"A more serious consideration -- that you wish to avoid -- is that she knew what happened, because she did it."

5. "Maybe she killed him because she thought it would curry favour with you?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "You had expressed -- on occasion -- your dislike of the mercenaries' presence in Martinaise, right?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Whack someone in my district? That doesn't curry much *favour* with Titus Hardie. She *has* to know that..." He rubs his chin and looks out the window.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - It's the kind of chin-rubbing men -- often leaders -- do when they think of *punishment*.

6. "Titus, you have to see it. Things don't add up -- we need to talk to her." (Move on.)

TITUS HARDIE - Silence. He looks around the room.

THEO - The old man in the corner nods.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - A very small nod -- and a trickle of tobacco spit on his lip.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - This is the only opinion he cares for.

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah -- I see it." He puts his beer down. "There's one more thing I've been *wondering* about. Ever since you asked me where she is. Add it to your list of suspicions, if you want."

"I don't *know*." He smiles a peculiar smile. "I don't know where she went. She just up and left. Got real scared too. Wouldn't tell me where -- however *hard* I asked. Wanna know why?"

"Why?"

TITUS HARDIE - "She was afraid I would tell you." He looks you straight in the eye. "Maybe she was right. By now I probably would."

KIM KITSURAGI - "She knew there's evidence on her -- and she knew we'd find it. This is typical suspect behaviour. Why fleeing is always incriminatory."

TITUS HARDIE - "Perhaps." He looks out of the window again. "Ask her if you find her. It won't be easy though. She made sure of that."

Task complete: Make Titus give up Ruby's location

+70 XP

Level up!

"When did she leave?"

"What was she scared of?"

"Do you have any clues on where Ruby went?"

"Have you looked for her?"

"Do you know what she's doing with Ulan frequencies?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Friday afternoon. When you first arrived. I got word the RCM was in town, then she came in to see me. Told me she was leaving. That's when we had our little... conversation."

2. "What was she scared of?"

TITUS HARDIE - "I told you -- you."

"Me? As in the RCM?"

"Me, personally?"

TITUS HARDIE - "No -- you. As in the cop with the sideburns and the disco clothes."

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - And a hole in his heart. That first.

"And the hole in his heart."

"Don't forget the *funny* tie too."

"No wonder she's afraid. I have come to declare the ending of the Human Experiment."

"She probably knew me from my singing days."

"I'm sorry. God, why does everything flee at the sight of my shadow?!"

"I have no idea why she'd be scared. I'm just a normal cop with regular thoughts in his head."

TITUS HARDIE - "Why not?" He looks at your chest. "You look about ready to do something pretty crazy because some bird fucked you over."

"Don't forget the *funny* tie too."

TITUS HARDIE - "How can I forget." He nods at your tie.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - You and I are going to dance in the moonlight under a billion stars.

TITUS HARDIE - "You know, when I first saw you limp in here I thought she was paranoid, or sniffing her own supply, but..." He measures you up. "Now I'm not so sure."

3. "What else did Ruby tell you -- about me?"

TITUS HARDIE - "She said you have a funny taste in clothes." He scoffs. "And that you won't *stop*."

"Won't stop?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Until you *have* something on her. She said she's heard of you from Jamrock. That you're a human can-opener. That you play suspects against each other. Open them up, like cans."

ALAIN - "Fucking hell..." The tattooed man shakes his head. "Titus, did he just..."

TITUS HARDIE - "...open Angus up like a can? Yes, he did." He nods. "Now, we can whine about it, whack him, or we can go on with our lives. I'm having a 'go on with our lives' kind of day, Al. How about you?"

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - It's not an actual question.

ALAIN - Silence. He nods.

"Is that true Kim? Am I a can-opener?"

"Anything else? *Anything*?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "You are... insistent." He nods.

+1 Reputation

"Anything else? *Anything*?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah, there was something else. She wouldn't tell me though. I could see she wanted to. It was *burning* on her lips: 'This cop, Titus, this cop, he...' But she was too scared."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Scared? You should be too. A strange fear creeps over you, a metallic taste in your mouth. Change the subject.

4. "Do you have any clues on where Ruby went?"

TITUS HARDIE - "She's not far. We know that much -- she didn't take her lorry. So she's on foot."

ALAIN - "Good fucking luck, man... She knows this place like the back of her hand. You'll never find her."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah, Al." He gives a sharp look. "And we won't either."

GLEN - "She's not really a..." The man stares into his beer. "Hardie candidate anymore, is she?"

TITUS HARDIE - "She's not, Glen."

5. "Have you looked for her?"

TITUS HARDIE - "A little -- on the coast."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Where have you looked for her, more precisely?"

TITUS HARDIE - "More precisely? On the *coast*. Past the water lock." He nods southwest. "She's not here, so I'm thinking she's there."

REACTION SPEED [Medium: Success] - *Who's* doing this looking? They're all here.

"You're all here. Who's out looking?"

No.

TITUS HARDIE - He shrugs. "Lizzie needed some air."

"The gardener? But she went to tell Evrart."

"So she didn't go to tell Evrart."

TITUS HARDIE - "You're a smart cop, but you're a stupid person -- no one goes to tell Evrart anything. If he has to know, he has to know *fast*."

+5 XP

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - It's called a... radio, you believe. The gardener may have played you again when she stormed out. She has her own plan.

6. "Can you tell me where on the coast I should start looking?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Sure -- there are some shithouses there. A cinderblock town. The fisher-folk there refuse to unionise, so that's one place we haven't looked."

"I hear they have a shack where junkies sometimes crash. Time for you to step up."

New task: Ask about Ruby in the village

KIM KITSURAGI - "We will start there." The lieutenant takes a quick note. "One more question: what does Ruby look like?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Boyish. Hair's red, dyed. She looks like a lorryman."

7. "Do you know what she's doing with Ulan frequencies?"

Boy, it's been a long time since we found out about this, when we first looked in her truck.

TITUS HARDIE - "The what now? I've no idea." He looks around. "Boys?"

FAT ANGUS - "She said she's... building a..." His voice is very quiet. "A pale emitter."

TITUS HARDIE - "What?"

FAT ANGUS - "We were talkin' about radio equipment. She said she's doing Ulan frequencies and a pale-something. I don't know more."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - This guy barely understands what he's talking about.

TITUS HARDIE - "There you have it. Pale-something." Titus puts an end to it.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - It feels like you'll get to know -- soon enough.

8. "It's not much, but it'll do." (Go!)

TITUS HARDIE - "It'll *have* to." He puts his hand out.

Shake it.

Walk away.

TITUS HARDIE - His grip is firm and reassuring. Like holding a piece of unpolished granite.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - Not just granite -- tightly packed RCM sergeant material.

"You should be a cop, Titus."

Just think it.

TITUS HARDIE - "When are you gonna get it through your dumb head?" He scoffs. "I already *am*, I just wasn't sure you were."

ESPRIT DE CORPS - And he still isn't. People aren't afraid of good cops in the way Ruby was afraid of you, he thinks, then turns back to his men.

[pianostarinwonderland]

Current Tsum Event Thoughts

It's been a while since I did a thoughts about an event kind of post. 🫣

No thoughts, only phat smol bean borgar tsum

seriously they look so squishy and so cute and soo soooooo HRGJGJHRGJGDJ

THE WAY I FUCKING CACKLED JUST SEEING THE TSUMS FALL FROM THE SKY LIKE THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS PLSSSS it will never not be funny

Kalim tsum tackling Kalim made my day fr

AND TSUMKALIM DANCING TO KALIM'S RINGTONE that is so cute

LILIA TSUM SMACKING AZUL ON THE HEAD that tsum knows what is the right thing to do 😌

oh and yes this event is a sequel to the previous tsum event because Lilia narrates about Sebek's tsum and how Sebek took great care of him

anyway Azul being like "owemji we should take care of the tsums 🥰🥰🥰 they need compassion 🥰🥰🥰 hey Lilia and Kalim if you need help in taking care of your tsums, I can take care of them for free !!!" time to wait for the mostsum lounge announcement ig

Crowley voice) these tsums a g a i n but i am b u s y

TSUM DEUCE IS SO CUTE ALFSKFLAFMAKLSFLA some Savanaclaw mob students were bullying Deuce. Deuce restrains but the tsum .. . .. .

became a big boi 😭 and then went to bulli the mob students. And then Deuce tries to stop his tsum by threatening to drop a cauldron on him if he doesn't let go of the mob students

AND THEN WHEN HE DOES SUMMON THE CAULDRON THE TSUM EVADES SO IT HITS THE MOB STUDENTS

istg tsum Deuce singlehandedly has the funniest story now

Ortho tsum is so cute, Idia now has two caretakers

OF COURSE LILIA AND TSUM LILIA WOULD GO AROUND SCARING PEOPLE

tsum Lilia jumpscared Sebek and ngl that was so cute

Sebek not knowing how to address tsum Lilia JLSJDKFS you can see him going "tsum Lilia... sama??" AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

now tsum Lilia and Lilia are gonna cause further chaos

ok consider though that we are getting this event in the middle of the chapter 7 run. now reread Lilia's story with that in mind. B)

of all the plots they chose to take for Jade and tsum Jade, it had to be tsum Jade massaging Leona in the garden

IT WAS FUNNY THOUGH they're just talking and then they woke up Leona and then they encounter him and then tsum Jade just ?? massages Leona ??? and manages to put him back to sleep????

can I just say though Leona still calls Jade as "Azul's henchman #1" that is actually pretty funny

it's also something really interesting because Leona obviously knows Jade's name but chooses to refer to him not by name but by something like Azul's henchman. Like, I always wondered why he calls him that ever since Halloween 2 when we see him calling Jade that for the first time, and knowing that he is a pretty smart guy, is it because he can tell a nickname like that can annoy Jade? it's food for thought yknow

Rook naming his tsum: u are now monsieur tsum

yes what a wonderful name

Rook story is just your national geographic documentary and the creature being examined is a fat smol bb tsum

ANYWAY OK AZUL'S STORY AKA THE REASON WHY I EVEN MADE THIS POST IN THE FIRST PLACE

no because

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF THEY OUT HERE JUST ???

OF ALL THE EVENTS TO DRIVE ME CRAZY, IT'S A TSUM EVENT

so Floyd goes "hey Azul, how can you differentiate Jade's tsum from my tsum, you know, our tsums are so identical if you glance at them"

then Azul goes "well as a businessman, I have to get a grasp of people's characteristics, so it's not really a big deal for him"

then Floyd's like sureeeee let's go with that

LIKE. THEY JUST SAID OCTA FAM IN A TSUM EVENT???? HELLO?????????

LIKE FIRST OF ALL STFU AZUL YOU LIAR FFS WE CAN SEE YOU CARE ABOUT THE TWEELS SOOOO BAD >:))))

SECONDLY, THE FACT THAT FLOYD WAS ASKING HOW AZUL CAN IDENTIFY THE TWEEL TSUMS AND THEN HE DOUBTS AZUL'S ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION WAS THE REAL ONE ???? LIKE, THINK ABOUT IT. THE WAY THAT AZUL BEING ABLE TO TELL THE TWEELS APART MATTERED ENOUGH FOR FLOYD TO ASK THAT

Floyd does care a lot about his individuality, you will see this in his R school uniform where Riddle compares him to Jade and he gets pretty pissy about that. so think about that. (anyway, new post idea//???? if I don't get busy??????)

anyway Azul's gonna profit off of his tsum and he even made his tsum sign a contract to work in Mostro Lounge and that has to be the most ridiculous but most Azul core thing ever

anyway honestly overall this tsum event has been tiring because I had been trying to complete all the missions because yes we are gonna speed B) but also it has been good to me, we have been getting proper FOOD

[average-giant-kissing-enjoyer]

G/t July #20: Intimidate

Hey g/t friends, we're all mostly into fluff and stuff (and I am too) but this story is much darker, just FYI.

I'm not afraid of some stupid beans.

My words echoed in my head, taunting me. How could I have said that?

They're big but they're slow and thick. Besides, they're more afraid of us than we are of them.

That wasn't true anymore. As much as I struggled I couldn't loosen the twine around my wrists or my ankles at all. The bean had taken all my tools, too. Now I was lying face-up on his table, unable to move and far too frightened to scream.

We liked to tell stories about humans, my family did. Well, I did. Horror stories, usually, about borrowers who stayed out just a little too long and traveled just a little too far and got caught. Stories about borrowers getting stepped on, or eaten, or worse.

"You think I didn't know something was stealing my food?" the bean said. He was sitting in the chair in front of me, his face a mixture of fury and curiosity. "Well, I got you, and now you're mine, you little rat bastard. Now be a good… whatever you are, and maybe I'll let you live."

Next thing I knew he was shoving a toothpick at my face. I knew about toothpicks, we all did, since we used them ourselves. Not for our teeth, though. We'd break them in half and use them as weapons. And now there was a pointed wooden stick, thicker than my thumb, pressed up under my chin, forcing my head to look up directly into his eyes.

"What are you?" the bean half-whispered. "Not a rat or mouse and certainly not a cockroach. Can you talk?"

I said nothing. The bean got up and walked to the kitchen, returning with a fork. I knew what a fork was for. We'd all seen humans use forks. Through cracks in the walls or ceiling we'd watch them skewer their food, chunks of meat bigger than our heads. And now the bean was pointing that fork at me. He prodded my belly, just hard enough for it to hurt.

"You look like you can talk," said the bean. "Now you can start talking on your own or I can make you scream some other way."

"Okay!" I gasped. "I can talk. Don't… don't hurt me."

The bean's expression softened. For a moment. "I don't want to hurt you," he said. "But I can and I will if you don't tell me what I want to know. How many more of you are there?"

Again I found it difficult to speak. Could I really tell him everything about our culture? Who we were? How entire families lived in his walls? I couldn't give up the people I loved. But… I also didn't know how much pain I could withstand, how long I'd last with this human.

A sharp pain brought me to my senses. He'd whacked my legs with the back of the fork, not hard enough to break bone but hard enough to sting. "Ahh!" I cried. "Please don't! I didn't do anything, I swear!" A lie, but I wasn't thinking straight anymore.

The human leaned real close to me. I could smell his breath and feel it washing over my face. "I don't think you understand who's in charge here. You're going to do what I say and tell me what I want to know. Now how many others like you are there?"

I'm not afraid of some stupid beans. Well, I should have been. I really, really should have been.

[askbohemiancompany]

It has been a wild few weeks for Gwen. Between meeting gods, following a royal like the world’s worst groupy and getting a prank shot down, the psychic needs a way to relax.

Too bad Gwen is not able to take a break right now. She is standing before a small house, overlooking the beautiful water that can be seen from Driftveil City.

The merc pushes the button on the doorbell. The sound of multiple locks being unlocked can be heard, which puts Gwen at ease. On the other end of the door a bisharp wearing a light green peplum approaches.

There are many striking details for this steel type. For starters, where parts of the bisharp ‘armor’ and rib blades should be, there is thick black fur on her entire torso and arms close to her shoulder. Speaking of the upper arms, the shoulder pads that gave bisharps their soldiering look are non-existent. On the sides of her head are tall pointed yellow ears, matching the skin tone on her face. Finally her canines are far more pronounced, remaining visible even when she closed her mouth

Upon seeing the gothitelle, her mouth would not stay closed very long, as she stares in awe at the psychic before her. “G-Gwen? You look so…”

“Different? Yeah I caved and decided to evolve. It has been a long couple weeks and I want to at least see two mons that can help me unwind. Sorry for the short notice Lingua.”

Shaking her head, the bisharp almost jumps forward, giving Gwen a hug. Which would be a surprise to anyone who knew Gwen, as she is known for not being an affectionate person.

“No, it's great! I haven’t seen you in a while and I’m sure they would be happy to see you,” turning behind her, “Hey Posy look who is here.”

A child approaches the gothitelle. This child is a gothita, but the natural bows the gothitelle line usually have, resemble pink fairy wings. The young psychic stares at the merc for a good few seconds before finally saying something.

“Aunty Gwen!” The child then hugs the gothitelle leg. “You got so big.”

Giving a sensible chuckle, Gwen returned the hug. “Hey there Posy! I have grown lately. Shows that can happen, even when you get older. How have you been? School has been going good for you?”

As soon as that is asked, the child runs off to grab something and present her a paper with a big 94% in red lettering. “I was one of 6 people who passed this test! I get to draw and color during the retake!”

“Well well well! Look at you. The smarty in a sea of dummies!” Gwen is keeping her language clean around this little bean of a child.

“Mommy got me ice cream after!”

Gwen bends down and pats her head.

“Aunty Gwen. Why did you get so big?”

With that brief bit of eye contact, Lingua knows there is more to the story. Something that is not appropriate for Posy to hear.

“Say. Posy, why don’t you go play in your room for a little bit. Gwen and I need to talk about boring adult stuff.” Lingua says in a gentle tone.

The childs gives a confused glance. Gwen, noticing this, decides to step in. “Once boring adult talk is done, we can do some coloring, alright? Besides, the reason I evolved was simple, I got sick of being called a kid.”

This lit the child’s face up. “Ok great!” With that, the munchkin ran off. Leaving the two women alone.

Now is the time for some difficult discussions.

“Gwen. I’m sorry to hear about Floyd. The few times I have met him he was a good man.” The bisharp put her hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Gwen, while clearly not happy, gently grasped the bisharp’s hand.

“Floyd and I are in a line of work where this kind of thing happens. We knew one of us was going to die early,” a twinge of rage creeps into the psychic as she clenches her fist. “I know who did it, and they are one of those freaks that attacked Arcadium. She also has a hand in the death of one of my friend’s entire family. We both have been making plans to track down and kill her.”

A brief appearance of dark energy forms in her eyes. Lingua notices this as well, but does not know how to change the topic, so she just allows the gothitelle to continue with what has happened with them. Gwen, after realizing she is emitting energy, calms herself down.

“Tying into that, we also have to guard Nigel for a job. None of us are happy about it.”

“You are guarding Nigel!?” Lingua’s voice briefly got loud before stopping herself. “Why are you and your team guarding that bastard?” A hint of venom comes out as she describes the clefable. Her fangs are bared and the heckles on her visible fur raised. She even gives a low growl.

“He took a plea deal about ratting his whole network out. Basically it is the second biggest bust of a pokemon trafficking operation.” The psychic sounds matter of fact in this tough situation.

“I’m. I don’t know what to say.” Someone who Lingua intensely despised is finally being held to face the weight of his incalculable crimes. Some of which are inflicted on her and warped her life as a child. “Is there any sort of punishment for him?”

Gwen shakes her head no. “After this, it is witness protection then he has to live off the radar.”

Now it is Lingua’s turn to get angry, the rare moment of her trembling, fangs still out to see. Gwen knows it is about as intimidating as a stuffed animal, but still this is not healthy for her to do.

“If it makes you feel better I know some inside information not connected to the case,” Lingua’s brow is raised. “The money he got from killing that one centaur thing ran out, he dumped a lot of it into a club that never opened, he bought a car that was frozen over and the little bit he has left he cannot even spend on what he wants due to not wanting to attract attention.”

This is little comfort for the hybrid. “I’m glad Nigel is facing some justice. Better too late than never.” The bisharp gives a seething, bitter hiss. It did not make her laugh like Gwen hoped it would.

“There is one more thing I need to make sure you are aware of.”

There is more? What Gwen had advised is already bad enough. Lingua prepares for the worst.

“We severed ties with our former financier. She and my boss did not exactly end on good terms,” Gwen grabs both of the hybrid’s shoulders and stares her dead in the eyes. “Please stay away from Arcadium and Black City. If anyone starts following you or you see anyone you do not know outside your door, call me immediately okay?”

After this impassioned warning, the psychic pulls the dark type close to her in a hug. Gwen’s tense breathing and heart beating can be felt by Lingua. This hug takes the hybrid’s breath away.

“I just…I have made your life more difficult. You deserve better than all of this. I’m a parasite, not a friend.”

Shaking her head, the hybrid pulls Gwen into her own embrace. “Gwen. If it wasn’t for you I would not be alive. I wouldn’t be reunited with my family. Most importantly, I would have never met Posy. You will always be one of the best things to happen to me.”

Gwen smiles and allows the hug to continue. The hybrid’s gentle heartbeat matched in rhythm of her own After all, Lingua always had a calming effect on her.

“I will be careful as I always have been. Let’s go back inside. I think Posy will want to do coloring with you.”

The gothitelle nods, a seldom sweet smile is plastered on Gwen’s face. While it is not entirely happy, Gwen is going to enjoy the downtime she can get.

[sylphidine]

[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 38

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairings: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]; Spamton/T.M. [Spamager], GiGi/Leroux [QueenKaard]

Characters: Spamton Addison, Eos Addison, Swatch Paletta, Indigo Dyer, Catechu Dyer, Julius Dyer, Endora the Third, Desiree Dyer, T.M. Tinker, GiGi McCray, Leroux Kaard, Lance O'Toole, Kirov Rouvin

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Scooby-Dooby Doors

Chapter summary: The days leading up to the Seeds of Peace Festival, as seen through varying points of view.

Author notes: Content warning for discussion of alcohol consumption, plus a [possible] hallucinatory experience.

Special thanks to @cozylittleartblog for permission to reference her QueenKaard comics. They've shaped a lot of the way I write GiGi, Leroux, and Lance.

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FRIDAY NIGHT, THE FIRST OF APRIL

Spamton had never seen a DVD hiccup like this one. Steve Sharples’ “Bolero” played out over the closing credits of MOULIN ROUGE!, and then kept looping back to play again. He’d seen audio tracks looped like this on YouTube, but a DVD doing it was new to him.

One heck of a coincidental scratch , he thought after the fourth time, and pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes.

The music stopped in mid-chord, and the word “truth” was frozen in pixels on the screen

Huh?

And then it resumed with the orchestral flourish and the unfurling of the remaining words ”beauty, freedom, but above all, love.”

Definitely unsettled now, not knowing whether or not this was the first hallucination he’d had in months, he leaned over to poke a sleepy Eos.  “M-movie’s over.”

His eldest brother came back to attention at Spamton’s words and reached for the remote, turning the 85-inch flat screen TV off. “So what did you think this time, seeing it as an adult rather than as a kid?”

“Hmmmm.” Spamton wanted to give a serious answer, since this was obviously one of his sibling’s favorite movies. “C-can I be honest? I think the f-fact of Zidler and the Diamond D-Dogs losing their - their livelihood and their home is a LOT m-more tragic than Satine dying.”

He didn’t bother to explain that losing one’s livelihood and home might be just a touch relatable. No need to ruin an evening of family bonding.

Eos nodded in response to his statement. “Same here.  I like the IDEA of love as much as anyone, but that big romance between Christian and Satine?  That was mutual obsession, not love.  Satine was street-savvy, she knew the risks of stringing the Duke along and not delivering, but she let Christian’s infatuation blind her.  The pair of them were oblivious.  THAT’S not love.”

Warming to his topic, Eos continued, “When I’ve seen people in love, truly in love, they’re MORE aware of everyone around them, not less.” He leaned over and poked Spamton back.  “I think you might know a little more about that now than you did a few years ago.”

“G-Guilty as charged.” And Spamton did actually feel guilty for what felt like hours of rhapsodizing over his partners and monopolizing the conversation.  He could blame the booze for that. 

Digging out the special vanilla bean ice cream for dessert had turned into making a pitcherful of frozen Brandy Alexanders, the drinking of which had definitely loosened Spamton’s tongue and had made both Eos and him quite sentimental.  An over-the-top lushly romantic movie had seemed the perfect thing two hours ago, but he was starting to feel he didn’t know his eldest brother any better now than he did before he’d gotten off the train.

Spamton got up from the couch and sighed. “G-Guess it’s time to call it a n-night.” It was coming up on midnight, too late to text Trez. He could probably get away with shooting a quick note to Swatch, but figured it would be better to wait until morning.  

Eos got up too and wagged his finger at his baby brother. “You’ll come talk to me if you can’t sleep, right?  I’m here to listen, you know.  It means a lot to me that you WANT to talk to me.”

“I will. And I’ll c-c-come running if I have a n-nightmare.”

“I will. And I’ll c-c-come running if I have a n-nightmare.”

“See that you do.”

SATURDAY NIGHT, THE SECOND OF APRIL

Swatch woke up abruptly when a small heat-seeking missile unerringly found its target. worming its way under their outstretched arm.  

They had been lying spread-eagled on their front, taking up as much of the bed as possible, and hadn’t heard the bedroom door open.  They rolled back onto their side and pulled Spamton into a hug, sleepily kissing his cheeks, his nose, and finally his mouth.

“Welcome home,” they rasped. “Your nose is cold.”

“And you’re w-warm. Too warm. Like - like ‘running a f-f-fever’ too warm. Are you alright?”

“Eh, I’ll live. I went on a wilderness walk today and might have gotten a little bit soaked through.”

“M-might have?”

“Okay, I definitely got soaked. I fell into a marshy bit.”

“Swatch.” It was completely dark in the room, and Spamton’s voice was firm now. “Why were you in - in a marshy bit?”

“Looking for pussy willows?”

“Pussy willows.” The small man sighed. “Well, that - that explains the v-v-vases all over the living room.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Swatch leaned in for another kiss. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

“I’d say it was because I m-missed you, but really it was b-b-b-because it’s supposed t-to rain tomorrow and Eos didn’t - didn’t want me to - to risk his precious record albums on the tr-train, so he drove me b-back here..”  Spamton anticipated Swatch’s next question.”And n-no, he didn’t just round-trip it back to - to Purchase. The f-family has a c-condo on the Upper East Side.”

“Indeed. Why am I not surprised.” They yawned, their hands wandering over their partner’s body. They commented groggily, “You poor thing. You seem to have lost your clothes somewhere between here and the front door.  Let me warm you up.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Mmmmmm.”

MONDAY NIGHT, THE FOURTH OF APRIL

Julius Dyer opened the apartment door with one hand before either Catechu or Indigo could dig out their keys.  With the other hand, he clasped a fat black cat to his chest and shoulder.

“Conquered without a fight, huh? It’s good of you to have taken Endora in until I get settled.” T.M. grinned at the twins’ dad from where she stood just behind them, a pastry box in her hands. The tall man moved back from the doorway so he could let his sons and adopted niece in.

“Girl, this kitty is keener on sports than half the folks I work with. She’s my ESPN buddy, isn’t that right, Endy?”

The cat nuzzled Julius at the sound of her nickname, and Catto smirked at the sight. “You gonna get her a little Knicks bandanna, Dad?”

“Sure thing I am.  And maybe a Mets blanket.” Julius led everyone into the living room and let Endora the Third hop out of his hold onto the couch. “Soon as she learns not to paw at the scrolly thing on the television.”

“It’s called a ticker, Dad.” Indo wrapped an arm over his father’s shoulder and steered him towards the kitchen, saying, “When’s dinner, what’s for dinner, and can I help?”

“Desiree’s home in an hour, dinner is chicken and rice casserole, and I don’t gotta be asked twice to have you do some of the chopping.”

T.M. put the box on the kitchen island, rubbed her stomach happily, and then grabbed Catto's hand. “C’mon, big fella. Let’s see how much of my stuff is downstairs in storage so I know what I have to deal with next month when I move, wherever I move.”

Catto followed her to the elevator, mock-groaning. “And I’ll bet you’re betting on me and my bro carrying it all, six flights of stairs in some walkup.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaybe.”

“Good thing you’re my sis.”

Later, as dinner was winding down, Desiree was the first to bring up rental possibilities for T.M. Ticking the points off on her fingers, she said, “There’s co-living sites, furnished rooms, and there’s apartments.  I can do a referral for you for Cohabs up in Harlem, if you want.”

“Ugh Sure, I’d have a private room and I wouldn’t have to worry about furniture, but it would be like living in a cage unless I wanted to socialize with twenty-three roommates. I did enough of that in the dorms with GiGi and her entourage. And isn’t Cohabs just for short-term remote work dweebs?”

“I think the acceptable term nowadays is ‘digital nomad’, honey. At least that’s what our office calls them. You’re right though, I can’t see it as a long-term solution for you.”

“Where does that leave me, though?”

An unspoken conversation had apparently taken place behind T.M.’s back, because Catto and Indo swooped in to grab everyone’s empty plates, and Julius, an apron wrapped around his middle, was making shooing motions. “Go talk shop, Dez, we’ve got this.”

His wife laughed as she got up from the table. “C’mon, Tab- I mean, Therese, we can finish this in the den.”

T.M. followed her, waggling her fingers at the three men and tossing the words, “Don’t eat all the crumb cake I brought, save some for us when we’re done” over her shoulder.

After half an hour of discussing the salary that T.M. would be getting at WNYC, her expected expenses for commuting on the subway, clothing, and food, Desiree went over some of the current listings her agency had for furnished and unfurnished apartments they had on file.  The results were grim, to say the least.

They both reluctantly agreed that the only real choices that fit T.M.’s budget were either studios in Kingsbridge near the college, which would be a long commute at the best of times, or a shared apartment in downtown Manhattan, with all the risks involved in living with strangers.

“Swatch isn’t going to have it any easier, you know,” Desiree pointed out. 

“I do know, even with their higher pay. And Swatch isn’t as, shall we say, gregarious, as your boys are. I don’t see Swatch wanting roommates.”

“Not even the man Swatch is dating?”

T.M. flinched, and hoped against hope that Desiree hadn’t seen her flinch.

No such luck. The older woman sighed, then seemed to make up her mind as to what to say.

“I know I have no real right to butt in, but I think of you as being one of my kids, especially with how useless your mama is.  And a little bird told me that you’re seeing Swatch’s boyfriend on the side—”

“It’s not on the side!  Swatch knows all about it. And they’re alright with it.”

To her credit, Desiree visibly was giving some thought to the implications of that remark and didn’t just rush in with a condemning reply. She did draw in a few deep breaths, and then softly asked, “Honey, are you being safe?”

T.M. knew exactly what was being asked, and something in her chest ached.  This was the mother she should have had.  This was the kind of talk she should have been able to have with her own mother. Sitting in an apartment right above the one where she used to live, it felt like miles and decades between here and now and her old pre-college life.

She couldn’t help the waver in her voice when she answered, “Yes, Desiree, I’m being safe. I’ve been on birth control for years, and I’m not having what you’d think of as sex right now anyway.” Her attempt at her usual grin faltered as she added, “Gave it up for Lent.”

She was reassured when the other woman gave a snort and snarked back at her, “That isn’t what I asked, Dr. Ruth.” 

“Really.” T.M. looked her adopted aunt straight in the eyes. “We’re just having fun. No strings.”

Desiree closed her laptop and turned in her chair, holding her arms out to T.M. “C’mere. If I can’t stop you from breaking your own heart by pretending you don't have one, I can at least give you a hug.”

WEDNESDAY NIGHT, THE SIXTH OF APRIL

Timing is everything , Spamton thought to himself as he blew his nose for what felt like the thousandth time.

Swatch’s “wilderness trek” and wet feet had resulted in Swatch having one - ONE! - day of sniffles, and then they were as right as rain, whereas Spamton was still completely congested and wheezing. He figured that navigating trains and subways had given his system enough of a petri dish that Swatch’s cold had knocked him out harder than it had Swatch.  He’d missed three days of classes, had called out of his radio show last night, and had reluctantly canceled the “dancing” part of the upcoming dance marathon on Saturday, although he fully intended to make up the amount of the monetary pledges he’d gathered out of his own pocket.

There was no way Spamton was missing out on the DJing part of the marathon, though. He’d laid his hands on a Daft Punk cosplay helmet; the visor was big enough that he could wear eyewear under it. Between the helmet, his pink and yellow shades behind the tinted charcoal glass visor, and the vocoder, DJ Dreamweaver’s identity could stay a secret.

He sighed, thinking of the lost opportunities to cut a metaphorical rug with either Trez or Swatch. Much to Spamton's surprise, Swatch had signed up for two separate hours of dancing, times to be determined. Unlike the fierce competition for pledges that had been flaring for weeks between Trez and Leroux as they hit all the local businesses in Kingsbridge, Swatch was being quietly sanguine by raising money in their old Queens neighborhood through the members of their aunt and uncle’s church parish.

And speaking of church, Spamton had to talk to his siblings about the verbal invitation for Easter weekend that he had gotten from Indigo yesterday,  passed along from Indo's parents. Apparently the Easter morning sunrise service at Rockaway Beach was an annual thing for all the Dyers and their extended family.

For the Addisons, Easter as an ecclesiastical thing had gotten less and less important over the years since their parents' death; they really only went to church as a family on Christmas Eve.  But Spamton could still remember some of the High Masses and midnight Easter Vigil services from when he was very, very young. The organ music, the chanting in Latin, the candlelight had all stuck in his head as something dreamy and marvelous, but had faded with time.

Indo had mentioned that Catto's girlfriend Kendra had also been invited, so this probably wasn't a setup for Spamton to be getting the shovel talk.

Maybe not.

Probably not.

His nose started running again, and with a sigh, he reached for another tissue.

THURSDAY NIGHT, THE SEVENTH OF APRIL

He finished decanting the liquid into the final two mason jars.  Once the boiled fruit cooled, the jars could be refrigerated until Saturday morning.

Kirov had put two of his roommates to work to help him cut up cherries, plums, and peaches. He had wheedled his floor’s RA into letting him use the kitchen in the RA suite to make kompot for the Seeds of Peace festival.

His study group for Doctor Hashimoto's history class were going to be manning a stall there. The chilled fruit drink, a reminder of his childhood, was going to be his contribution to solicit donations.  He'd also gone down by subway last weekend and had splurged on twelve bottles of Monastery Kvass with Black Currant from a Ukrainian grocery store in the East Village.

There was one more ingredient, of course. He had handled processing the berries himself, and would add their juice later, at the event itself.

The finishing touch.  A taste of home.

This was turning into an expensive exercise, if the cost of the mason jars he’d ordered from Amazon were added in.

But it was for a good cause.

Supposedly.

Kirov had very complicated feelings about the political situation in Eastern Europe, but they all came down to the firm belief that he no longer could claim Russia or Chechnya as his home. He wanted to be American.

American men could love other American men, after all.

And so what if he'd been unlucky in love so far? He was going to find someone to love, no matter who he had to push aside to do it.

In the meantime, he was going to do the American thing and help raise money for the oppressed.

FRIDAY NIGHT, THE EIGHTH OF APRIL

"It is time for sleep, mine prince, and time to giveth the MP3 player a rest. We will all listen to some lovely music tomorrow." "Are you gonna dance?"

"Yes, but thou willst not get to watch unless you sleepeth."

"Okay."  Lance was more than half asleep by this point, and let Leroux pull the covers up to his chin without any further protest.  "This is going to be the best birthday ever. Night, lesser dad. Love you."

"I love you too, my son. When thou wakest, thou wilt be..."

"Five!"

GiGi leaned over and kissed Lance on top of the head with a loud "Mwah!" sound. She said in a singsong voice, "Sleep Tight, Do Not Let The Computer Bus Bite!"

Lance giggled and slipped into dreamland as the grownups tiptoed from the room.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON, THE TENTH OF APRIL

FOOD POISONING INCIDENT AT LOCAL FESTIVAL

Four Hospitalized, Dozens Sickened During Fundraiser For Ukraine; Norovirus Suspected

Youngest Victim, Aged 5, In Fair Condition

[northwest-cryptid]

Tags were gonna cut me short, but the tags on my last reblog cut into the idea that I hate the way western english speakers are taught to behave when speaking.

And it doesn't matter where you're from if I'm being honest. I've heard it from anyone ranging from Americans to Canadians to even people from the UK and such, though admittedly it's primarily a Western, North America type thing from what I can tell.

The idea is that you're taking up my time with your answer, and attaching unnecessary emotional baggage I didn't ask for.

If I say "hey would you mind taking out the trash?"

and you say:

"Yea sure."

Great fantastic, done and done; stop wasting my time.

^ not my actual views mind you, this is just how we're taught to think in the western english speaking culture.

If you say instead:

"I'd literally rather do anything else, but yeah give me a minute and I'll get to it for you."

Suddenly you're complaining, you're making me feel guilty for asking; don't attach emotion to it!

^ Again, not my actual views. But how this sort of thing has been taken when I speak.

What you likely meant by those words:

"Yes I would mind, but I care enough about you to do things I mind doing if it makes you happy."

I've spoke to people from all over the world; and a lot of other countries don't sugarcoat things. I have been told repeatedly shit like "oh yeah our boss is from Russia, he's really blunt but he means well!"

only to meet the guy and by "blunt" they mean he'll just outright see me sick and say shit like "you're not well, you shouldn't be at work; go home this is no place for a sick person." In a very clearly (even to my autistic ass) concerned manner.

Only what he means is "you're forcing yourself to work while sick, not only is that not healthy; but if you are contagious you might get others sick. You should be home resting."

American managers have literally said "you okay? If you're sick go home or don't let anyone know."

^ The big thing here again comes back to you being an inconvenience for others.

North America as a whole is sort of just culturally like that in how we speak. I know a lot of people really latch onto this "americans are rude but Canada is a sweet little uwu bean who can't do anything wrong" and like nope lol absolutely not what are you talking about.

Regardless, this is just sort of a thing we do; we're not outright told this is why we're doing it, it's something I only picked up on likely because I'm really fucking autistic and I pay a lot of attention to what words mean rather than how words are said because of it. Tone inflection is really difficult for me; and it means I've had to always provide context and further explanation for my words. It also is hard for me to tell what other people mean when they say things unless I give it time and thought.

It's the same general reason we don't REALLY explain how we are when someone says "how's it going?" We have a culture of polite exchanges that specifically don't take up your time, attention, or energy.

I often see people talk about how "person from place" says something vs how like, Americans say shit. Which like yea, we're basically told not to speak more than absolutely necessary. Even going through school I was often told to condense sentences, find bigger words to replace multiple smaller words; say more with less.

If my friend asks me to hang out and I say:

"Sure what are you up for?"

That's fine, this is acceptable. It completely ignores the fact that I'm now unbeknownst to the asker; shifting my responsibilities around, I'm having to make time for them. Now in my brain if they don't do the same for me our friendship feels extremely one sided. It's suddenly a matter of "I make all this time to hang out, I bother to go out of my way for them all the time; and they can't do this one thing for me!?" But in reality, they have NO IDEA I'm doing that, because I am not explaining that.

If I however say instead,

"My friend, time spend with you is one of my life's greatest gifts. Allow me some time to finish my necessary things around the house and I should be able to spare a few hours tonight!"

This is weird, and suddenly it's too much. No one likes this apparently, I've made it weird.

But when someone from another country speaks that way it's okay in the eyes of a lot of people because "that's just how they talk there!"

The North Americas have no sense of unique individual identity on a person to person scale; at least not in how we speak. We're to explain ourselves with brand loyalty, with our wallets; what we play, what we drive, what we eat, what we wear.

But don't get me wrong, if any of those things are "wrong" you're weird for it. Ousted from any sense of community because you didn't abide by our need for a collective culture where THIS is good and THAT is bad, where THIS is acceptable and normal but THAT is wrong and weird.

Anyways I have a lot of thoughts but yea this sort of passed through my brain again.