#brain rot is increasing faster and faster

[antea21]

Hey, hsr fandom and Aventurine enjoyers, why aren’t we talking about the scene between 0:47-0:48 in „white night” trailer more??????

Like,

EXCUSE ME BUT WHAT IS THAT??????

Is this Aventurine’s sigonian form? Masked fool form?? Will he become boss and this is one of his phases??? Is this his corrupted dream form????

WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT IT?????

I need more info asap, guys I’m dying of information drought about him.

[spidey-webz]

giving peter his first blowjob

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, peter is 18+ here of course, oral (m receiving), inexperienced peter, hair pulling, tiny bit of dirty talk (soft), swearing, cum swallowing

pairing: tom!peter parker x reader

a/n: this is just peter brain rot because the image of him coming from a blowjob lives in my head rent free

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Peter and you had been dating for a few months now. You had taken it all fairly slow, not wanting to rush each other through any part of the relationship. And it was working well.

Your time together was always cherished by the both of you. Whenever you were alone, you did spend a considerable amount of your time kissing each other and exchanging innocent touches.

But you never went the whole way.

However, you loved the feeling of Peter growing hard between your legs while you had him on top of you. His soft kisses against your neck spurred you on as you were grinding your hips up into his. The low groans escaping him reverberated through your body and you knew you wanted more.

“Peter,” you mumbled between kisses one day, your boyfriend looking down at you with wide eyes. His hair was a mess, a few stray curls hanging down onto his forehead and his biceps was straining against his shirt as he supported himself with his arms. Your fingers softly wandered over his cheek, then down to his chest. "I want to touch you," you whispered, hands slipping under his shirt. His skin was soft, but the muscles beneath were strong and hard and you wanted to explore them with your tongue.

Peter's cheeks turned a soft red before he pressed a small kiss to your forehead, lying down on the bed beside you. You were quick to settle on his lap as his hardened cock already pressed against his pants, eager to be touched. To be honest, you were just as eager to finally get your hands on him.

His hair was tousled as he spread out on the pillow, letting you take the reins now. You pushed his shirt up further, exposing his happy trail and the tight abs he sported. Kissing over his stomach and then further down while Peter was starting to breathe faster. His hips pushed up to meet your kisses.

You opened his jeans with ease and pulled them down his legs, revealing a few scars on his upper thighs and the visible boner in his boxers. Heartrate rapidly increasing, you took your time pulling his underwear down inch by inch and eventually, his cock sprang free.

His tip was already red and leaking pre-cum as you admired the sight before you. Your boyfriend’s cheeks had grown a deep red as his chest was rapidly rising and falling, your own hands putting his underwear away before you took the time to squeeze his thighs. Peter's thighs were strong and you loved sitting on them, but not today. Today would be all about him and getting a taste of him.

Your hand delicately wrapped around his cock. He wasn't too big, probably just the right size. Prominent veins ran up the sides of his length and you knew you wanted to get your mouth on it as soon as possible. Judging by Peter's fast breathing and the way his hands clung to the sheets, you had to take it slow – drag out the moment, enjoy it.

A soft groan escaped your boyfriend's lips when you stroked him for the first time. Peter had touched himself to the thoughts of you countless times, but it was a better feeling with your hand wrapped around him. His eyes had closed in the process and you were eager to make the man underneath you squirm and moan.

A few more tugs followed, Peter's lips parting as more sounds escaped his throat. The sight was heavenly. His curls were even more of a mess now and his face was filled with pure bliss. His biceps flexed as he tugged on the sheets below him, eyes fluttering open to find your gaze as you continued your work.

You could feel your own arousal rising within you. A tight coil in your stomach, a heat that was slowly spreading throughout your entire body. But this was about Peter now.

"Feel good?" You asked. "Do you like it when I touch you like this?"

It sent a shiver straight down your spine when Peter replied with a raspy voice, nodding quickly.

"Yes. Keep going. Please..."

You didn't have to be told twice.

For the first time, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, tasting his salty pre-cum. A small touch from your mouth alone was enough to make Peter buck his hips up. He was desperate for more and he hoped you'd give it to him.

Your right hand still stayed wrapped around his length, but you were circling your tongue around the tip of his cock, enjoying the taste and the feeling to the fullest. When you were sure that Peter had enough of the teasing touches, you decided to take him into your mouth completely.

His cock quickly hit the back of your throat and Peter let out another soft moan. It sounded like music in your ears, so you started to move your head up and down once you got used to the feeling of his length in your mouth.

"Shit," he groaned and pressed his head further into the pillows, while his hips moved up to meet your touch. Your hands held onto his strong thighs, nails digging into his skin as you swirled your tongue around him and took him into your mouth over and over again.

The sweet taste of him remained on your tongue, a firm reminder that he was getting close and Peter grew more desperate by the second.

"Fuck, I'm going to come." His voice broke halfway, knuckles turning white before he removed them from the sheets to bury them in your hair instead.

His hands gently pressed you down further on his cock as he started to thrust up into you instinctively and you couldn't help but moan around him as he did so. A few more thrusts, a few more pants and he was spasming inside you, warm seed filling your mouth.

You swallowed it down without a second thought, pressing a few more kisses to the head of his cock before you let go of him. A swipe of your tongue across your lips and you looked back up to your boyfriend.

Beads of sweat had gathered on his forehead, but there was a smile on his lips and Peter didn't waste any time to pull you back into his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, not bothering to put his pants back on.

Cuddling you and then touching you in return was way more important now.

[xxresi-rotxx]

Harsh Ending pt 3 (NSFW)

Hot damn it's been too f*cking long! I just want to say if you're reading this, ily so much<3 I started this tumblr just to get out the brain rot in my head for this man, and I love having found so many ppl who feel the same<3 enjoy bb;)

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By the time Leon found you, he was fuming. How the fuck had you gotten this far away? From what he knew about this parasite it should have slowed you down if anything, not made you faster.

You were trying your absolute hardest to get your breathing under control. Your breath coming out in short, quick pants. The sound of your blood pumping only increasing in your ears as you kept hearing an unfamiliar voice speak to you. If you weren't so out of breath, you'd be pissed. You were slumped against the base of a tree, fighting to keep your eyes open as extreme exhaustion began to settle its way into your features. You hadn't even heard the agent sneak up on you.

"Y/n?" Leon asked, putting the back of his hand against your forehead, confirming what he already thought.

"Fuck you're burning up. Y/n?" He called your name again.

Leon? Was Leon speaking to you? His voice sounded so faint you weren't really sure.

"Goddammit," Leon muttered under his breath as he went to slide his arms under you, attempting to pick you up. His heart sank a little when you didn't fight him back. No comment, no movement, no resistance from you at all. The parasite was progressing faster than he hoped it would. He had to get you back to Luis and get that medicine in you.

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You woke up feeling groggy as hell and in a bed you didn't quite remember. It wasn't your bed, that was for sure. You didn't really feel as if you had slept either. Your exhaustion fading slightly as you moved to sit up. That's when it dawned on you.

Spain. Ashley. Las Plagas.

Panic immediately set in as you went to reach for your pistol, only to notice it wasn't there. Neither was your knife, or any of your tac gear for that matter.

"Feeling okay?"

Leon's voice startled and calmed you at the same time. He must have taken your tac gear.

"Yeah, just a little tired and," you trailed off, rubbing the back of your neck, feeling how stiff all of your muscles felt.

"Out of it?" He finished for you.

You nodded your head in agreement.

You half expected to see the black veins crawling their way up your arms, but you couldn't find any.

"Luis has medicine, it didn't get rid of the plaga but it should have slowed it down." Leon said, answering the question you were thinking but hadn't asked.

"Y/n," Leon spoke your name, causing you to turn your head and look at him, "you know Luis has a lab here that can remove the parasite."

He wasn't asking you, but you nodded your head anyway, you did know that.

"Why did you run?"

Run? When had you...?

Everything came crashing back to you in an instant. Making your head ache slightly.

You had run, fast too.

Leon already had his suspicions for why you ran but he needed to hear you say it. You were still trying to protect them. Couldn't you get it through your head that your life was just as important?

"Well?" Leon spoke again when you hadn't answered.

"You know why I ran Leon, are you really going to scold me again for looking out for yo-" you cut yourself off "for Ashley."

You knew there was no way he missed what you were about to say.

And he hadn't. But he didn't deserve to be protected, let alone by you. And especially not at the cost of your life.

"If my tactics bother you so much why go after me in this first place?"

This broke Leon right out of his thoughts.

What the fuck had you just said? He couldn't have heard you properly.

"I get you didn't want me on this mission but what I don-"

"No, I didn't want you on this mission."

Leon interrupted you.

"But you have no fucking clue why that is do you?"

Leon was walking towards you now, kneeling beside the bed you were resting on.

"Do you?" He asked again.

"I'm sure it has to do with my lack of protecting-"

"Yourself," again he cut you off, "your lack of protecting yourself. Do you have any idea how fucking nerve wracking it is to have to focus on Ashley when all I'm concerned about is you?"

You could tell Leon was clenching his fists based on how his arms were flexing. There's no way he was saying what you thought he was...was he?

You opened your mouth to respond but cut yourself off. What were you even supposed to say to that? Sorry? Explain please?

You locked eyes with Leon then, your breath hitching in your throat. God, why did he have to be so fucking beautiful? You took a moment to let your eyes wander down to his mouth, picking up on how hard he was breathing. When you trailed your eyes back to his, you could have sworn you saw his pupils get bigger.

"Say you'll stop me."

"What?" you responded, breaking out of your trance.

"Say you'll stop me if I'm wrong about this."

You could see Leon shifting his weight closer to you, getting up from where he was on the floor and moving to sit on the bed.

"I'm not so sure I could stop myself," he adds, "I'm going to need to hear you say it."

Everything finally clicked in your brain. Why he was so furious at you for protecting others over yourself, why he brought you back, why he was so pissed you were on this mission; what he was asking of you right now.

"I'll stop you." You responded in one quick breath, already anticipating what was to come.

"Thank fuck." Leon moved fast, pushing you against the headboard, resting his hands on either side caging you in. His mouth crashing on yours, a low moan emitting from him the second he felt your lips move against his.

The kiss was intense; messy and fast as his lips explored yours. As if he was pouring all of his frustration into this kiss and taking it all out on you.

When you let your tongue slide against his bottom lip you could feel him tense, his grip on the backboard of the bed growing tighter. His lips were so soft and plump, warm and inviting. You wanted to devour him, taste everything he had to offer.

Feeling your tongue Leon eagerly turned the kiss into more. Your tongues wrestling for dominance as you both drank each other in.

Feeling bolder, you placed your hands against Leon's chest, moving your hands up and down feeling all of the taut muscles underneath his shirt. You began moving your hands lower, letting Leon take control of the kiss while your hands were on a mission.

You could feel the sharp intake of breath Leon had, the gasp he emitted once your hands found what they were looking for.

He was so unbelievably hard for you. Painfully so you thought to yourself as you palmed him through his cargo pants.

Leon broke the kiss, letting his head fall to your shoulder as his breath came out in rough pants, his hands still leaning against the backboard.

"Fuck," he panted, voice coming out slightly higher in octave, "God, fuck please don't stop."

You were mesmerized watching how his body reacted to yours. The way his hips moved on their own, finding rhythm with your hand and grinding into you.

"Do you understand now why this mission has been utter torture for me?"

You let out a little giggle, not to mock Leon's torment, but more so because of the inner turmoil you'd been going through ever since your last conversation with the man. How all those feelings of hurt could have been avoided.

"You think that's funny?"

Leon had lifted his head now and was looking down at you, smirk plastered over his lips.

You had no time to respond before Leon trailed his hand down over your sex. The contact through the clothes making you shiver slightly.

You wanted him so fucking bad. You hadn't realized how empty you felt until his fingers started rubbing circles over you. Applying pressure where you needed it most.

"Fuck, Leon." You drawled out, your hips grinding against his hand, similar to how he had been grinding against yours.

He could just picture it. How insane you'd go from being teased and played with, how you would beg for release, all the cute noises that would come out of you; the way your body would react.

He wanted that, no he craved that, but he was losing his patience faster than he would have liked and his cock felt almost painful pressing against the rough material of his pants.

"Le-leon," you rasped, drawing the man out of his thoughts, "I love that you wanna take your time" oh how wrong you were "but if you don't fuck me soon, I think I might actually lose it."

Fuck, you were perfect.

Leon slipped his hands past the waistband of your panties, feeling the evidence of your arousal. You were more than ready.

Leon flipped you over to your stomach, the sudden change in position making you laugh.

"Grab the headboard for me." Leon instructed, his mouth so close to your ear you could almost feel his lips against you.

"Aren't you going to say please?" You teased him.

Leon chuckled, moving his mouth so that he could nibble on your ear, his hands gripping your waist.

"Please Y/n?" He moaned, doing his best to whimper the end of your name.

You grabbed the headboard instantly, your body immediately going flush hearing Leon moan for you. It sent heat straight to your core. You had never heard the man moan, whimper; hell make anything akin to the sound you just heard as he pleaded with you to do as you were told.

Leon had discarded your clothes and was in the process of discarding his own when he decided to slip a finger in, making sure you were fully prepared. The grip he had on his control now completely gone.

Fuuuuck you were tight. His cock already leaking just on how you felt clenching his finger.

Your back arched, your grip on the headboard tightening.

"Leon for fucks sake," you whined, "stop teasing me. I need this, I want this, pleaaase put it in me?" You tried your best to mimic the whiny plea he used earlier.

It worked. Leon slid himself in slowly, the weight of him resting against you, his grip on your waist tightening. Once he was fully in, he gave you a second, a brief one, to adjust.

"Promise me something" he spoke, keeping himself perfectly still.

"Is this really the best time?" you asked, your hips involuntarily twitching.

"Seeing as I think this is the only time you'll actually listen to me?"

You could almost feel the smirk you were sure was on his face, rolling your eyes you replied.

"Make it quick Kennedy."

"That you'll keep yourself safe, otherwise I might seriously fuck up this whole mission."

"I promise, but only if you'll buy me dinner when we get back."

The smirk on Leon's face grew wider, the fear that maybe your attraction to him being only physical slowly vanishing.

"Promise" he whispered against your back.

There was no warning after that. Leon was thrusting into you as if he was certain a lack of contact would kill him. His thrusts fast and deep, finding that spongey part inside of you and hitting it every time.

You could feel your legs start to give way, The messy pace his thrusts were setting, the rough grip he had on your waist, and the little grunts he'd make every time he pulled out just to plunge back in, had you seeing stars.

"Leon I'm cl-"

"Fuck, wait for me, fuck y/n"

You could feel the erratic way his thrusts become rougher, faster.

He was on the edge, and thankfully you were too.

His thumb found your clit, roughly pushing against it and rubbing it in fast circles.

"Come for me y/n"

Your body answering his command without hesitation. The orgasm rocking it's way through you, sending a shiver across your whole body, the sensitivity in your body heightened as Leon's thumb didn't stop.

Just when you thought you'd actually have to remove his hand, both his hands gripped yours against the headboard, holding you to it as he lost himself inside you, his body shivering just the same as yours had.

You let yourself slump against the bed, utterly spent and exhausted. Leon doing the same, his arm coming to rest across you.

You both laid there, listening to the rise & fall of each other's breaths, taking in the moment, knowing soon enough it would be back to the hell that was this mission.

"Hey y/n?" Leon spoke first.

"Hmm?" you responded, so close to falling asleep.

"When we get back, where should we get dinner?"

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I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED LOVELIESSSS! This took me like 2 days to fully finish & proofread lol, incase anyone was wondering lol 😘😘

[megu-meow]

lovebug - gojo satoru

gojo satoru x fem. reader

Summary: Teeth rotting fluff. That's it.

Not proofread!

It wasn't too often that you were away on a mission and Gojo stayed alone in Tokyo, usually, he was the one to leave you. You were gone for three days. Three long days of getting bored at work, annoying his students, Ijichi, Nanami, and everyone else he met on campus, but the worst of all was the sleepless nights without you by his side. When the two of you were looking for a bed frame for your shared apartment he thought it would be cool to purchase the largest one he could find, but now, with your side of the soft mattress empty and cold, the blatantly oversized bed made him feel even more alone.

Thankfully the wait was over, you were going home to him that night. He wanted everything to be nice and clean by the time you arrived, so he got off work earlier to clean the house and prepare some nice dinner that the two of you could enjoy. Besides making you happy with these gestures, all that activity kept him occupied and caused the time to go by faster. But you didn't get home by 8 as you promised. It was way past 11 and you were nowhere to be found, your phone was off so he couldn't contact you either. He started getting worried, he was sitting on the couch checking his phone every ten seconds, his senses heightened, hoping that he could hear the jingle of your keys at any second. The sleepless night also started catching up to him, he could barely keep his eyes open.

Satoru jolts awake as he feels you climbing onto his lap, resting your head on his muscular chest. He wraps his arms around you without hesitation, it's almost like the movement is carved into his brain, a reflex he could not surpass, even if he wanted to.

"What's up, my little mochi? Did you miss me?" he asks, his voice deeper than usual and laced with sleepiness.

"Not as much as you missed me, Satoru! Yaga called me yesterday begging me to come back so that you'll leave him alone, you big baby." you tease him, your words muffled by his overpriced sweatshirt. You dramatically inhale the smell of the fabric, the scent radiating from it familiar and warm. The mixture of laundry detergent and expensive cologne make up the essence of Gojo Satoru, of your home, a smell and feeling you've missed while you were away.

"Hey! I was trying to cope with losing the love of my life for three long days. You should be glad I am not petty, because if I was, I would be soooo mad at you for leaving me." you laugh out loud at his words, he truly is the clingiest person you've ever met, but you are aware that his obnoxious and seemingly joyful words are hiding a lot of sorrow, guilt and fear from losing anyone else important in his life. So you play along, joining him in his shenanigans, because that's what he needs. The reminder and the promise of you coming back every time you leave him behind to fulfil your duties as a sorcerer.

"Thank you, all high and mighty Gojo Satoru, the Strongest, the Honored One for choosing not to be petty, this once in your entire life." you say jokingly, still sitting on his lap, but you distance yourself a little bit from him as you bow down to increase the stupidness of the situation. You observe as the sorcerer's chest puffs with pride, his smile reaches his ears as he takes in all the compliments that leave your mouth. His hands cup the sides of your cheeks and pulls you in closer to kiss you lovingly, though he's still smiling like an idiot and you keep muttering words of praise under your nose, making him laugh out loud. You drop your head back onto his chest, enjoying the vibrations that are caused by the sounds of his amusement and the thumping heart that beats rhythmically, a bit faster than usual. His blatantly oversized hand travels up into your hair, ruffling it, a gesture he keeps doing, knowing that it annoys you to no end, but you would never stop him, because it's one of his idiotic ways to show his affection.

"Come on, lovebug, I made dinner, though I'm pretty sure it's already cold by now, because someone had to be a diva and had to arrive blatantly late." he said, picking you up as he started walking towards the kitchen. He liked carrying you around the house, enjoying the feeling of you hanging onto him like a koala bear.

"OH THANKS FOR REMINDING ME!" you shout as you wiggle your way out of his hold and you run towards your luggage that you dropped at the entrance of your shared home. You pull out a bag of sweets, one he recognises instantly and his smile widens and his eyes fill with adoration. It's from his favourite bakery in Kyoto, one he always visits when he's around there. "I missed my flight because I wanted to bring you a souvenir, so I had to take the bullet train back. I also left my charger in the hotel and my phone died halfway. I'm sorry for making you wait, Satoru, I hope the sweets could make up for it though."

"I love you, my mochi." he says as he steps closer to you, sneaking his hands around your hips, pulling you closer so that he could kiss you passionately "Next time though, please charge your phone beforehand, I was worried sick, I thought something bad happened."

"I know, baby, I'm sorry." you answer, your voice laced with guilt. You know better than anyone else how agonising it is to not be able to contact your most beloved one, especially if he's a sorcerer as sought out as Gojo. So you run your hands through his unruly hair, brushing away a few strands that are annoyingly covering the depth of his unnaturally blue eyes. "I love you."

You spend the rest of the night at the dinner table, enjoying the food Satoru has prepared, you compliment him on his improving cooking skills and he fills with pride. He already has an enormous ego, but sometimes even a guy like him needs reassurance of his abilities, especially because it's something he has never gotten from his parents. You also listen to him as he rambles about how boring his days were without you around, but tells you a few stories about what happened at school, with the kids, he slightly mentions an incident where Megumi was being hit on by a young lady and in between his incoherent, excited rumbling you make out some elaborate plan he refers to as 'Formation B', however, his mouth is also full of food and the word are even more mushed, so you let it slide, without asking to give you more details of the idiotic rules and shenanigans he imposes on his students. He asks you about your mission, he demands you give him a detailed report about every single injury you suffered, but you have none, besides being slightly scratched on the arm by a stray cat you wanted to befriend near the hotel you stayed at.

After dinner, the two of you get ready to go to bed together and he's adamant about wearing matching pyjamas, a couples' set he bought a while ago and one he adores, with plaid bottoms and cheesy T-shirt tops with cat faces on the front, yours wearing a tiara and his wearing a crown. He also makes a big deal so that you would notice that he changed the bedsheets, the duvet and both of your pillows having the same cats printed all over the bedding, a set he probably had custom made. The whole thing makes you laugh, but you secretly adore it and Satoru knows. He picks you up by the waist and drops you onto the bed, the sheets feel soft and comforting under your skin and they also smell like lavender, which makes the tiredness and fatigue from your travels finally hit you.

You fall asleep to Satoru rubbing both of your noses together, forming an Eskimo kiss as he constantly confesses his feelings towards you, how he missed you, how much he loves you and how pretty he thinks you are. He doesn't need you to reciprocate all these little confessions, firstly, because you are asleep, finally in his arms. Secondly, because he knows you feel the same way about him without words. Though, for a second he contemplates waking you up, making you believe that he's mad at you for not returning his kind and loving words towards you, but he discards that thought as he feels you shuffling even closer to him subconsciously. He's not going to be petty this once.

[alexiswritingstuff]

Not just a man.

Pairing: Hiromi Higuruma x gn! reader

Warnings: none?

Summary: during one of the initial meetings in the culling game, Y/n decides to spark up a conversation with the mysterious man in the black suit.

Other mentions: like one thing about Itadori.

A/n: okay, I'm honestly not too confident about this one but if I leave it any longer it is just going to rot in my drafts, so here is my first fic with Higuruma! This is spoiler free, and even though it is based on the culling games, there might be points in this fic that don't accurately depict the situation in the manga. I have read it multiple times but my brain is something else, man. Also, be aware that there could be mischaracterisation, or general moments that would seem OOC for Higuruma. As much as I love him, this is my first fic with him so it will probably take time to nail down his characters, especially because the only thing that I can base it off is content from the manga. Either way, and despite the possible downsides, I hope you enjoy reading!

Finding a definition to encapsulate the past few days since the event had started was... difficult to say the least. While that may be because there wasn't a singular word to describe it, the options were unlimited.

Before anything had the chance to process, it was right onto the next thing. Another problem. Another fight, both physically and verbally.

It was the sort of cycle that may have already been usual in your kind of world, as there was no point in resting when curses were about, yet somehow it almost felt faster. Instead of potentially running into some form of beast, it was now an expectation instead.

Initially, you would think that was the most unnerving part, wouldn’t you?

Though, as you sat in a vast room with more people you had known in your life, it seemed that thought was more wrong than you could have known.

At some point during the game, a bunch of sorcerers were rounded up. You, somehow, just ended up being wound into it at some point. I mean, you may barely grasp the meaning of the culling game, but there were enough clues to fill it in.

There were only a few reasons why people like yourselves would gather in this way.

Something big was going down.

The room itself had become quieter over time. Most of the people within had left one after the other. Either having personal things to attend to, further discussions, or just trying to grab a breath of fresh air before even more stress.

You, however, had made yourself comfortable in one of the randomly placed seats. Or at least tried to.

In all honesty, your body was almost rigid. A lack of a want to move as the urge to fidget continuously antagonised each limb. It made it more tricky to maintain that hard exterior everyone else seemed to be able to keep up with ease. 

The whole sorcery thing wasn't exactly new to you. Your ability wasn't something you discovered young, like many others. It had given you enough time to learn about it. Grow it. Though being surrounded by other people who also had some form of ability was new.

Yeah, considering the fact that you had previously only met about a handful, it was most definitely new.

But you had to admit that it was very interesting to see the different kinds of sorcerers there were.

No matter how apparent, there was an active difference in mindsets, attitudes, personalities, and the general looks of these people. Most of what they could do even contrasted with it.

They had their own stories, their own abilities, and their own worlds. It was like the more you looked around, there was an increased possibility in becoming intrigued by something different.

And eventually, it landed on one thing in particular.

One person.

To your left was this man. He was sitting in his respective chair almost as if he were one with it, his hand simply resting against a table that separated the two of you, while his eyes gazed forward without a specific focus.

There wasn't exactly anything obscure about him. There was nothing on the surface that made him stick out from the rest; in fact, he was probably the most generic-looking person here.

He was just a man in a mere black suit and matching tie, though there was something that made it increasingly difficult for your eyes to stray.

And apparently keeping your mouth shut too.

“It's Higuruma, isn't it?”

It seemed to take a few seconds for the sound to register in his ears. Or, more so, the fact that it was directed at him if the words weren't enough. So a moment passed, he blinked, and eventually his head began to turn in your direction.

It was a lazy movement, one that soon revealed his other hand to be resting against his chin while the hook of a finger pressed into the space beneath his bottom lip. If he had glasses on, his eyes would be peering right over them, startled yet tired enough that they could barely be seen.

The man before you hummed, a deep sound that grumbled within his throat until his lips had finally decided to part. “I don't believe we've met before.”

His voice was pretty much what you were expecting it to be: lacking interest, flat, and a tad accusatory.

It was paired with this furrowed eyebrow, which created a light look of confusion, either simply because of the sudden conversation or the fact that it was with someone he hadn't paid much attention to beforehand.

To others, it may have made them uneasy. Filled them with a regret just for opening their mouth in the first place. But not for you. In fact, it had you finally settling into your seat.

“No, actually, I overheard that, uh, Itadori kid talking about your previous... interaction,” you explained, trying to use a new tone in hopes of loosening him up and making it clear that you were just wanting to talk. However, there was barely even a reaction.

A muscle in his face had slightly twitched in response to the phrasing, but otherwise he was still. He just stared back at you with those blank eyes.

He looked to be thinking, which helped relieve some of the tension, though in reality, it didn’t seem like he was one for conversing. At least not right now, anyway, and it should’ve made you turn away. It should’ve shut your mouth and made you go find somewhere else to bother. I mean, you had learned quite a few names by now. 

But the more you looked back at the so-called Higuruma, the more questions began to pile high up inside your brain. And it was only a matter of time before one would decide it was right to spill through your lips.

“Okay, look, I'm sorry, but I really need to.” You huffed out a breath, letting your feet fully plant against the ground as your torso twisted towards the man for proper delivery. “Can I ask you a question?”

There was a speck of hesitance that appeared within his gaze once it focused back on you, but nevertheless, “Go ahead." He relented, his tone enough of a warning that this was either going to continue or finish this conversation all together.

“Did you really take a bath with your clothes on?”

When the question settled for a moment, Higuruma leaned back a little, allowing a full view of you into his vision before he challenged, “Is it that unbelievable?”

“Well... I can't say that I've thought of doing it myself.”

“Exactly,” he stated without missing a beat, and it stilled your body. Your lips stayed apart for a moment, attempting to find the right words while he continued to stare into your soul. “So you just woke up one day and decided to bathe fully clothed?”

You blinked at him. He blinked right back. “Pretty much.”

Within the next few seconds, you found yourself sort of mirroring the way he sat. Like all the care you had on keeping up some form of appearance just went right out of the window.

And though a string of words failed to encompass your reaction to his experiment, it seemed that whatever expression was on your face was enough to entice a further explanation.

“Not to disappoint,” Higuruma had begun through a slight strain, somehow sinking even further into the chair until the back of his head was planted against the top rail. “But truthfully, I was only trying to do something I normally wouldn't.”

“That's all.”

Never in your life have you been more curious about a singular man. He hadn't done anything crazy; I mean, at some point, you must have had that same thought. So what the hell was it? Why was there an urge to keep this conversation going?

“And… how did that feel?” 

At this point, Higuruma's eyes had fallen closed, getting tired of staring up at the same boring ceiling, and basked in the growing silence from the fewer sorcerers. “Damp... though I must say it was better than I thought it would be.”

The only response you could think of was this barely audible hum. It was the easiest conclusion, seeing as it would acknowledge the comment while buying you time to figure out what exactly to say next. But it was rather challenging.

This whole scenario was just strange to you—something you probably couldn't even dream up if you tried. Yet here you were in the real world, having the most entertaining conversation with a man who you most likely wouldn't get the chance to if it weren't for the fact that both of you were sorcerers.

“You know, I didn't think I was going to get along with a lawyer.” you spoke up after a moment of silence, and Higuruma sucked air into his nose. His head lolled to the side, a movement fulfilled with somehow less energy than before. “That obvious?” he questioned, which in turn had you raising your eyebrows.

“What—that you're a lawyer?” you attempted to clarify, properly meeting his heavy gaze just in time to see his short nod. “You're the only one in here dressed in a full fancy suit; it was either that or you were a member of the men in black.”

It wasn’t entirely visible, but you swore the next time you blinked that the corner of his mouth that you could see sort of quirked upward. It wasn't a full smile; it had barely even created that little crevice, though it got accentuated by a huff that slightly shook his body. 

And then it faded: “Are you going to ask about my abilities too, then?”

“No, no, I got the jist,” you waved off initially, noting the way the question drained all the expressiveness from his face. “Honestly, I was more interested in the bath thing anyway, but now that you mention it, it must've taken you a while to master a thing like that.”

Higuruma hummed again, his gaze becoming unfocused once again as he started to search through his recollections. “I believe... It's been about twelve days.”

If it weren't for the statement itself, the nonchalant delivery would have also caused your eyes to widen in the way that they did. “What?” Your body turned as much as it could until your knee knocked into the crooked coffee table. The man before you remained unfazed.

“Twelve days—forget being a sorcerer; you're a damn magician, Higuruma!” you insisted, trying so hard to keep your voice at a minimum level while he lazily began to push himself to sit up straight. “Is it really that impressive?”

Your eyebrows were completely furrowed this time, your gaze narrowing on the man in disbelief. “There are some people who get their abilities at birth, and they can still not have them under control no matter what age they reach.”

“But that would also depend on the effort they put into doing so in the first place, if any,” Higuruma countered without missing a beat, though the conviction layering his voice faltered when he continued, “I… just got that chance of getting something that wasn't much different from my usual job.”

“Still, you managed to understand it—in what, a little more than a week? And it’s already at the point that you can just fully use it?” you reminded him almost at the same speed that he had, “I mean, even for a lawyer, that's got to be at least notable.”

The rest of his face may have been void of any emotions, but those eyebrows weren’t fooling anyone. His mind was moving. What wasn’t apparent, however, was in which direction it was doing so.

Higuruma may have been new to the world of sorcery, but this wasn’t something he thought was part of it.

Your genuineness, your curiosity, that look on your face—that was anything but the disgust he had seen in his own eyes. For once, he was face-to-face with something he couldn't solve right off the bat.

“How long did it take you?” He finally spoke up after a moment, and it seemed that both of you were equally unsure if the change of subject was due to it being uncomfortable or if he was now the one to be genuinely curious.

Now it was your turn to lean back a little. “Truthfully,” you started, averting your gaze for pretty much the first time since this entire interaction had begun. “I don't think mine is story-worthy, to be honest.”

Higurumas brow twitched upward. “How come?”

“Well,” You took in a breath, “not everyone has eventful lives. It’s as simple as that, really. In a world with a multitude of different abilities, there is bound to be a plethora of expectations and disappointments.” you stated with a light shrug, “Besides, I'm kinda tired of the whole 'introducing people's abilities before themselves'.”

“Isn’t that a little contradictory?” he inquired, and the defensiveness beat your urge to laugh. “What? No-- You were the one who willingly confirmed what you could do. I was only asking about–”

“The bath thing,” Higuruma affirmed before you could. “Yeah, yeah, I remember.” The look he gave you was one that had a grin fighting to take over your lips. It may have been filled with some annoyance, further concluded by a slight shake of his head. But it wasn’t the bad kind.

“Listen,” you began, trying to regain that seriousness so that you could get back to your point, even if it faltered. “All I’m saying is that we have every other day to discuss our abilities, man, but right now we have the chance to just... sit and talk about anything but that.”

That feeling of defensiveness was back, no matter its battle with amusement. And this time it was on a level that had you crossing your arms over your chest, as if it would do anything. “Then what do you have in mind?” Higuruma questioned, simply watching you complete your movement.

Your lips parted immediately for some reason. It was like your mind had pre-prepared some form of comeback as it got ready to let the words roll off your tongue… but they barely even formed into a sound. It was more like a slight croak, in all honesty. You paused. 

“... I didn't think that far."

For the first time in the minutes that you had known this man, the corners of his mouth had finally, and visibly, curled. 

He looked at you, his smile begging to grow further and further, to the point that he started biting it down. 

It was sort of unusual to see. Most of the time you looked at him, he had this blankness that latched to his face in a way that made it almost look embedded into the skin. There wasn’t really any difference in expression; it was more the movement of muscles. 

Yet now, whatever he was showing had almost reached his eyes, and it sat very nicely.

“What?” you half breathed out, a sort of nervous laugh breaking through your lips despite most of your face being screwed up in confusion. Higuruma waved a hand lazily and said, “Nothing. It's nothing; you're just…”

“It's all just been a little interesting,” he finally confessed, and though you were sure of its meaning, the phrasing put a crack in your amusement. “In a good way or a bad way?” you quizzed with a lighter tone, settling back into the chair, which never actually relieved the tension from your spine.

Higuruma shook his head once more before his gaze shifted to find your own. That previous spike of enjoyment seemed to use up the last bit of energy he had for the day as his face slowly reverted back to its usual state.

“It's good now, I think…” he started, dragging out the ending word, and it wasn’t until he lowered his chin that you realised he was gesturing in your direction. He was asking for your name. You hadn’t told him your name?

“Oh… Oh, just call me, L/n.” you informed quickly, trying to hide the confusion that had made itself known once more while the man before you simply nodded. “L/n,” he repeated quietly before continuing in a fuller voice. “Well, I hope your first impression of me wasn’t as bad as it sounds in my head,”

The slight grimace dusting over his face had you huffing out a laugh in seconds. “Oh, I don’t think you’ll need to worry about that any time soon, Higuruma,” you insisted, letting that smile take its rightful place on your lips to further prove it. 

And though it took a moment of looking at each other, he finally had a reason to do it too.

“Not at all.”

[45cementry-gates]

This starving heart

#6. Hazy Nights - II

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He's lying on a bed somewhere;

The sheets smell sour and rotten.

There's a weight pressed on top of him.

Cold hands are resting against his knees, trailing upwards and resting on his thighs.

He tries to swat them away, but they grab his arm and he feels the sharp sting of nails digging into his skin.

He jerks his arm back but it's useless.

The pain gets worse and worse as the nails break through his skin and he feels blood ooze out.

He tries to move away, but somehow the sharp clawed hands are everywhere.

They grab his ankles, his throat, his wrists and holding him down.

He feels the stinging sensations everywhere; he tries to scream and shout but his voice is gone.

He calls every name he can think of but there's no one.

Paralizing terror runs through his body as he feels blood run down his arms and legs.

The pressure on his throat increases and the nails press against his windpipe, trying to break through the flesh.

There's another hand on his cheek.

It feels rough and large but somehow much warmer than anything else he has felt.

He feels the sharp piercing sensations drift away.

The suffocating weight lifts off and the rotting smell goes away.

The warm hands trail over his body, stopping at the hem of his shirt, hiking it up and sneaking under it.

He feels the fabric of his shirt ride up and feathery touches of fingers on his chest.

And then it stops; the hands retreat and his shirt is pulled back down.

He whines at the loss of warmth, desperation clawing it's way up to his throat.

There is no face or figure he can see, but he knows.

Afterall, there's only one person he has ever wished to be held by like this.

" Ishan....wait- "

He gets nothing.

" Ishu... "

He feels the cool metal of a locket dangle and brush against his neck and then those hands are Gently caressing the side of his face.

Something soft presses against his  cheek and then his forehead.

The hands move upwards, fingers combing through his hair, brushing them away from his forehead.

But then the touches stop.

He feels the weight shift as the warm body pressed against him moves away, depriving him of the affection he was being showered with.

He whines again and the warmth comes back;

He feels one hand touch his cheek and he makes a grab for it, curling his own hand around it and holds it against his cheek.

It feels nice.

He finally feels his mind drift away into calm nothingness....and he lets it.

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Ishan woke up in the dead of night to the sound of his own name.

He heard bed sheets rustle beside him and turned to his side, taking off the blanket over his head.

There was a restless pile of blankets and pillows right next to him, with Shubhman inside it.

Ishan sat up, pushed his own blanket aside and leaned over to Shubhman's side.

He could hear faint whimpers and sniffles coming from underneath the blanket.

'Is he crying?'

'Why is he crying at this hour?'

He reached out to remove the covers, and A moment of hesitation passed through him but his half asleep brain filtered that thought out completely.

He pushed the blanket down and-

'Oh.'

Shubhman's eyes were closed, but his face was contoured with an agonizing expression.

His hands were tightly clenched in a fist and his breathing was getting shallower by the second.

Ishan was at a complete loss.

'Is it a fever?'

He gently patted his face, but his body temperature felt normal.

'Is it a panic attack?'

'A nightmare?'

Shubhman let out a pained sigh.

'What the fuck do I do?'

Ishan felt panic bubble up inside him and quickly lifted Shubhman's shirt and placed a hand on his chest, trying to feel his heartbeat.

It was faster than normal, but not too alarming.

He relaxed a bit, but quickly started panicking again when he realized it had been enough time since he had woken up that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness of their room.

'Gods he's so hot.

Why is he so hot?

He could clearly see Shubhman's waist, his hipbones, his abs, his nip- '

He quickly snatched his hand back and tugged the shirt back down.

'Not the time to get distracted.'

And then Shubhman whined and wispered his name while still somehow lost in dreamland.

Ishan tried to gauge if he was hallucinating when Shubhman called him a second time.

The soft and whiny tone with which he called him melted his heart.

'Maybe this is wrong, but just for a moment.... '

Ishan leaned over him and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek.

He stares at his face, now relaxed and content, and leaned in again to kiss his forehead.

He gently combed through his hair and cupped his cheek.

'Adorable.'

And then Shubhman's hand moved.

Ishan felt his heart leap into his throat as he tried to move away but Shubhman grabbed his hand and pressed it under his cheek, nuzzling against it.

Ishan stayed still for a minute, waiting for Shubhman to wake up.

But he didn't.

In fact, he looked much more comfortable and at ease than he did 10 minutes ago.

Ishan tried to pull his hand back once, but it was stuck under the other's cheek and grip.

He didn't bother again.

Instead, he pulled his pillow closer to Shubhman's and just lied down there, dragging the blanket back onto him with his free hand.

Ishan looked at Shubhman's sleepy face pressed against his hand, with barely any distance between them.

He stared at his lashes, his cheeks, his lips, his neck, his brows and etched it all to the back of his mind.

Whenever Shubhman acted

awkward around him, stole sneaky glances whenever he thought no-one was noticing, Ishan wanted to hope.

He had crushed that hope with an Iron fist every time it resurfaced.

Afterall, He had gone through enough failed relationships to last him a lifetime. Another one was not needed.

And yet.....

He couldn't help himself when it came to Shubhman.

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I'm sorry for the long delay, but my exams are finally over!

So regular updates will be on now.

Also here's a sneak peek of the next chapter -

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It's not even nine in the morning  and yet Hardik is already tired.

When Rohit and Virat Bhai asked him to keep an eye on Ishan and Shubhman, he thought it was because they were up to something.

Something uselessly troublesome, of course.

But the more he observed them, the more it started feeling like he was witnessing a serial from star plus where the main leads are forced into an unhappy marriage by their families and have nothing in common besides a mutual sense of hatred towards one another but then later develop feelings and act all awkward with each other.

His mother used to love these type of plots.

He wishes he could just drop them both at her front door.

His stress levels would reduce immensely and his mom will have unlimited entertainment to keep her company.

Win-win situation for everyone.

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[coldflasher]

Okay I'm sure we all have spent way too much time thinking about speedster biology in various contexts for fic reasons, but you know what I cannot stop thinking about? How does speedster biology affect the menstrual cycle???

It must do, right? It has so many effects on the body---rapid metabolism, speed healing, potentially immortality (let's not open that can of worms again lmao), increased cell reproduction rate, etc. There's no way that it doesn't have some effect on their periods.

We know that speedsters (at least those with penises/testes etc.) can reproduce, so clearly it doesn't cause sufficient havoc to make them infertile---though there is some evidence to suggest that it could make it harder to conceive, since it takes Barry and Iris quite a while to get pregnant with Nora (interesting, since I always kinda figured speedster biology would increase the sperm count, but that's probs more to do with fandom brain rot making me convinced speedsters have a higher libido; not sure there was ever any canon evidence of that).

Realistically they probably did this for TV reasons, because by the rules of fiction, TV characters get pregnant easily when they do not want to, but if they're trying, then it will be incredibly difficult and take months to the point that they're like "ugh, we have to have sex AGAIN i guess even though we'd rather be doing literally anything else" (I'm looking at you Flash AND B99, I hate this trope, if sex is becoming a chore maybe you should uh. not do it for a while?)

Also, Jay Garrick and Joan, the only other speedster/normal person couple we know, don't have kids that we know of. Again, maybe they just didn't want them, maybe they met after Joan was menopausal, not sure we ever got confirmation either way, but that could be a point towards the speedforce affecting the reproductive system.

Anyways, either way the show doesn't address how speedster biology affects periods. They probably never thought about it, honestly; everyone knows characters on TV don't have periods, they figure out they're pregnant due to sudden random morning sickness, not a tampon or period tracking app in sight. But EYE am thinking about it.

If every process in the body speeds up, do they have more frequent periods that are just over really quickly? (Not sure if this would be better or worse than the usual kind? Probably worse, defo more annoying.) And if so, what is the hormonal cycle like? Are some speedsters going through mini PMS cycles on a weekly basis? (My thoughts and prayers are with them if so.) Are their periods super irregular? Do their periods maybe stop entirely at some points, due to the strain of constantly running around and the struggle of eating enough to maintain the body weight required to stay regular? This is something that happens with regular old athletes, so it could definitely happen to a speedster that burns a huge amount of calories and is EXTREMELY physically active.

Also, does the healing factor affect the duration of the period? That's one point in favour of a faster cycle, maybe a lighter flow, reduced cramps?? Imagine how much those period hunger cravings would suck when you already have to eat like 15000 calories a day! Like if I, as a person with a standard metabolism, feel the urge to devour everything in sight at that time of the month, how much worse would it be as a speedster for whom "constantly starving" is the default?

Of course, the most boring option is that they're just normal periods, and that's probably what the writers would say, if pushed. that's the coward's answer, tbh, but hey, maybe their periods are normal.  We never see any of the female speedsters on the show attempt to get pregnant, so again, we can't say if they would have difficulties, maybe they'd ovulate totally normally. Maybe Barry and Iris had issues just because sometimes people do just struggle to get pregnant for whatever reason. either way, it's SO interesting to think about.

Anyway this ramble was brought to you by me working on a fic where Iris becomes the Flash instead of Barry and making a throwaway reference to her having PMS and then being like WAIT. WHAT HAPPENS TO HER PERIOD. INQUIRING MINDS NEED TO KNOW.

[envihellbender]

Hen or Chimney as DBD survivors o:

Howie “Chimney” Han

Lore

Chimney remembers when Chimney doesn’t remember. Or rather, he was on the outside witnessing the whole thing. At some point when the virus took hold so close to his Wedding day, Chimney was no longer Chimney. Only he knew it wasn’t really a virus, they didn’t see the cold, wet tendrils wrapping around his legs when he met the gentlemen stuck in the vents. They didn’t see it follow him for days afterwards or the fog slowly begin to cover everything. At some point, he simply split in two. He was like a ghost outside of his own body, watching his old self lumber around cluelessly, watching his amnesiac other half try to piece his life back together. He tried talking to everyone, everyone around his other body, Buck, Hen, Maddie, Jee-Yun… Everyone. It didn’t do any good. The fog got thicker and darker, until he couldn’t find the other Chimney, he did see his mother though, or at least what she would look like now. She was calling out to him, and he followed her voice. He followed it all the way to the camp fire.

Load-Out

Chimney has the following three unique Perks:

Small & Fast

You’re smaller and faster than your peers. When inside of the killer radius, your walking speed increases by 80/90/100%

Ornithophobia

A superstitious nature makes you instinctively hold your breath in anxiety when seeing a bad omen. When within 5/10/15 metres of a crow your screams of pain are muted by 70/80/90%.

Rebar On The Brain

It isn’t the first time you’ve had a thick, metal appendage stuck inside of you. The first time you have been hooked, your health bar does not decrease unless you try to unhook yourself for the first 20/30/40 seconds.

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Henrietta “Hen” Wilson

Lore

Hen was a paramedic. A firefighter. A doctor. Mother Hen. Mama Hen. A wife. A friend. So many different pieces that never quite fit together fully. That was what the Entity liked best, before all that she was a Pharmaceuticals Rep, the cold, dark side of medical care than feeds death and rot rather than fight it. That was when the tendrils struck, Hen felt them stroking her back every night, especially when she was alone. When she was with Eva she felt them twist around her limbs, and the Hen that cheated, that lied, that ran back to Eva, she was the one the Entity took. That night Hen split into two, one went back to Karen, one went back to being a parent, to making things work. She went back to safety and joy, whilst Eva withered away. The one that stayed with Eva was ripped away from her life like an amputated limb. That was until Eva died of a heroin overdose in Hen’s arms, she couldn’t save her… But Hen thought she did for a moment. She thought she saved her, and had one more night of love before she awoke next to the campfire.

Load-Out

Hen has the following three unique perks…

Doctor Henren

A paramedic with a rocket scientist wife, you’ve learned from her wisdom and your own experience how to make equipment such as Med Kits, Torches, and Toolkits much more effective. After you have been hooked for the first time your items recharge by 33/66/99%.

Mother Hen

Your kind, loyal nature makes you a natural maternal figure within the 118. If you take a hit for another survivor Mother Hen activates, a boost of adrenaline protects you and Endurance activates for 5/10/15 seconds. If you and the survivor go 45/40/30 more seconds without being hit you recover a health state.

Interim Captain

You’re used to taking the reins whenever the 118 Captain is absent. Your team members would always look to you for instructions and guidance. When you are working on a generator with others you receive a 20/30/40% bonus, and when another survivor fails a skill check you have the opportunity to take it for them and fix the mistake.

[ayuki-ikuya]

Helloooo sorry for no posts/updates I don't really commit to stuff long term, so you might find some random things from time to time.

Currently fixated on a couple of games, but lately it has been Pressure from Roblox, I haven't played it yet since I've been working (amongst delving into brain rot) and I created an OC

If you're unable to read the notes I added, don't worry about it cuz I'm gonna be explaining her and her backstory (just recently started doodling her pre-transformation look).

Subject Z-600 "The Idol" or Jolene, was previously a retired idol who was pregnant in the middle of her career. After retiring, she settled down with the baby father and committed to being a full time house wife. However, on ■■/■■/■■■■, there were screams of terror and gunshots within their own home. Jolene was found on the ground next to her husband and 3 year old daughter. While the vitals of the child and husband were flat, Jolene still survived even with two slashes at her throat, both of which damaged her vocal cords and remained a reminder of the incident.

Of course, Jolene couldn't bear the loss of her family, especially her little girl, who just spoken her first word a day before the incident, and made several attempts to join them after finding out she survived.

After thorough counseling and medical attention, Jolene was returned to society. Thoughts continued and before long, she ran out of medication and she stood on a bridge facing the ocean where she and her husband planned to take their daughter to, in order to see the fireworks together.

It was then that an agent had reached out to Jolene in person, asking if she had a life waiting for her to go back to. But Jolene shook her head and she joined Urbanshade.

Jolene was under the care of Dr. ■■■■■■■■■ who had injected her with Lions Mane Jellyfish which caused her to attain a Jellyfish like had with the appendages appearing like a wide brim sun hat and long hair. After that she was injected with Female Humback Whale DNA which was requested by Jolene, in which Dr. ■■■■■■■■ granted as they were a fan of Jolene back when they were younger. This caused a mutation in Jolene's body to take on a similar coloration of the DNA injected into her with her arms below the elbow turning into fins, while strangely her legs remained intact if excluding the coloration and jellyfish features, she still relatively maintained a humanoid shape. Until she was injected with a female Moray Eel did the Whumpback Whale DNA took full effect, now merging her legs together while stretching her entire body to 13'3 in length. They also found that all of her teeth were replaced with teeth similar to an eels. The final injection was from a female blanket octopus, which provided additional appendages from her hips and lower back that ended up creating a makeshift skirt for Jolene. The only problem that Jolene received, was no longer able to breathe properly with her gills, thus leading to her having to remain under water.

Thanks to the injections, there were no longer damages to her body, as her regeneration speed was increased, and she no longer is able to feel pain meanwhile is able to inject poisonous venom from the Jellyfish appendages thanks to the stingers. Her swim speed is also faster than average thanks to the fins and tail. However, her movement speed on land if she didn't have issues with breathing is rather slow.

The scientists rather enjoy watching her in the water as the coloration from the Lions Mane and Blanket octopus DNA is easy on the eyes, so they had her stationed in a large tank in an Employees break room since she also does performances in nostalgia for her idol days.

But it won't stop her from the trauma of losing her husband and daughter.

That's her backstory and whatnot, but let's get into her features for the game.

While the Player is searching underwater, they can occasionally hear someone singing, in which it's a sign that The Idol is close and wherever she is, it's a safe place for the Player to rest and usually it's in an employee break room that's been submerged underwater. This allows Jolene to swim around in the break room, too, before wandering elsewhere. After meeting Player's initial meeting with Jolene, she offers advice if the player plans to meet the boss or when exploring a new area. In other cases, if the Player is injured but has no medical supplies, Jolene can offer to transport the Player to Sebastian's hideout or if there is any medkits nearby in the safe room, she will grab them and assist the Player which doesn't use up the med kit. Of course the Players can interact with Jolene as well, but be mindful of where you touch, since she can only handle so much before having to cover her body with her Jellyfish stingers in order to stop the Player from touching her. If she is performing, the Player can interrupt her, but this will end up causing her to leave and leads to the room no longer being safe and is now a danger zone that will never return to being one of the safe zones. Talking with Jolene is also an option, and she enjoys having conversations, just as long as the Player doesn't bring up the past (it's a choice to bring up after reading her file).

After meeting Jolene 3 times in different Safe Zones, you have the option to move between the zones or head directly to Sebastians shop and back if you choose to go back through underwater.

Also for heigh comparison, here it is!

If you guys like the OC, I will let you guys know beforehand that I'm going to create a book about it!

[drinkinboilingcoffee]

Official statement regarding the current outbreak (released as of March 17th, 2024)

Symptoms: Taking effect much faster than typical prions, symptoms take hold about 2 days after infection. Symptoms begin as impaired thinking and memory. After about a week, muscle stiffness, limping/changed gait, hallucinations, and increased aggression will begin to afflict the infected. The infected may also suffer uncontrollable fits of laughing or crying at this stage. Symptoms will progressively increase in severity until at about 2 weeks, the infected falls into a fit of seizures, causing further psychological damage. Upon awakening, the infected will have lost its ability to communicate and will become extremely aggressive, lashing out at any living creatures it can find. At this point, the infected should be considered deceased.

Contrary to popular belief, the disease does not kill the host (as normal prions would) and revive them. Instead, the victim’s mind is atrophied to the point of inability to use human reason. They are driven by aggression, and will attack on sight. Infected still require food and water to survive, and water sources they’ve dranken from, as well as carcasses they’ve consumed, countain their saliva and should be considered highly contagious.

As the infected cease human hygiene practices, they are likely to contract a number of funguses and diseases, giving the illusion of the person rotting.

How to identify infected: Infected individuals walk with an odd gate, typically limping or sometimes walking in circles and often accompanied by twitching or spasms. Any attempts to communicate with it verbally or nonverbally will be ignored. It may occasionally let out loud screeches or screams, or be overcome with fits of laughing or crying. Infected personnel will be extremely aggressive, lashing out at any who come near and seeking out any sources of movement or loud noise.

Depending on the amount of time since infection, some may appear sickly or near decomposed. Look for untreated cuts and bruises, soiled or tattered clothing, open sores or rashes, and other signs of illness or poor hygiene. Be aware that some survivors may also exhibit similar signs, so do not fire on sight until you’ve either confirmed infection by inability to communicate or you feel your life may be in immediate danger from waiting any longer.

Means of spreading: The disease spreads via infected bodily fluids. Being bitten by an infected and contracting their saliva is the most effective means of spreading. However, soil, water, crops and meat contaminated by the disease are also highly dangerous.

Cause: The disease is caused by an altered form of prions (a mutated protein that affects the brain- look it up, it’s absolutely terrifying). The condition is known as Neurological Atrophication Disease (NAD)

Host: All mammals (only mammals can be infected. Other animals can still spread it.)

Prognosis: There is no known cure or treatment for the disease, and symptoms are guaranteed to develop after infection. Those infected are recommended to be put out of their misery before becoming too aggressive.

Status: Pandemic

Mutations: One rare strain of the disease is quickly fatal. This could be considered better or worse, as it reduces the spread but results in more human death. Symptoms are the same, only develop quicker, and the seizures are 100% fatal. It is currently unclear whether this variant will die out or take over.

How it began: The disease first originated in pork, and quickly spread across stock, infecting entire farms before symptoms even arose. The infected meat was distributed across the US and spread rapidly across the globe via travel and public water supplies.

How to prevent the spread: World Health Organization procedure recommends you put down any infected you encounter. Be careful not to come into contact with the blood, as it is highly contaminated. Do not hunt or consume any animals exhibiting unusual behavior. If possible, try to eat things like poultry and high hanging fruit that you gather yourself. Be aware that prions can still be absorbed through soil and transmitted by plants and animals that don’t develop symptoms, so do not assume this will save you. Do not fish in or drink from large bodies of still water, as these are almost guaranteed to be infected by now. Collect water from rain and fast moving rivers (going as far up to the source as possible).

Prions cannot be killed, as they are proteins, not alive. Bleach can inactivate the proteins on hard surfaces (but not tissue), as can exposure to heat in excess of 900 degrees for several hours. As such, you are recommended to bleach any surfaces you suspect may contain infected bodily fluids. If you aren’t sure which surfaces are infected, you should set fire to the building. There is no known method of disinfecting food while maintaining its edibility.

How to keep yourself safe from the infected: Barricade your home as best as possible. Stock up on firearms and other weapons. Move around as silently as possible. Most infected aren’t particularly strong or fast in their current state, but they are incredibly persistent. They will continue to chase after prey for long periods of time, maintaining full sprints for 2-3 hours before collapsing, and tracking prey across several kilometers and attacking once their quarry is too exhausted to move.

The infected tend to rely on hearing to find people. Do not make loud noise or operate heavy machinery. If one infected individual spots you, it is likely to begin making loud noises through its movement and vocalization, inevitably drawing in more infected. If possible, take them out as quietly and quickly as you can. Silencers are highly recommended for firearms. The use of generators is strongly discouraged, as the constant noise gives off your position. It is more important to remain hidden than to have power. 

Seek shelter in cold climates. The infected aren’t intelligent enough to bundle up, so they are likely to succumb to hypothermia. If you cannot reach such a place, stick to rural environments where the concentration of human infected will be lower. Do not settle in forests with high concentrations of mammalian wildlife. Such forests may be overrun with aggressive creatures.

We thank you for your understanding and cooperation during this critical time.

Please take care, stay safe, and stop the spread.

World Health organization & United States Government

[sasquapossum]

There's a common theory that smartphones are at fault for increases in teen (especially female teen) depression and other problems. I'd love to see a study that specifically calls out the availability of video on smartphones, because video content seems worse than other kinds. I see a pretty direct correlation between how video-heavy a site is and how much brain-rot it induces. TikTok and YouTube are the worst. Instagram and Snapchat are next. Facebook and Xitter have gotten worse as their owners push video more. Even Tumblr had its moment with Live ... and the vast majority loathed it.

It's not that video never has value. I've learned a lot about resin craft and pickleball through YouTube videos, for example. People certainly got brain-rot before video even existed, with talk radio as a notable example. But video generally, and short videos in particular, seem to capture people's minds in a way that text or even pictures don't, so the brain-rot sets in much faster. I don't miss it at all when I'm here. A link is fine; I don't need or want to see movement while I'm scrolling my feed.

tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it

[teddyb3arb1tes]

{Teddy’s Slightly Delirious Sick Thoughts on the Potential Zombie Apocalypse}

1)

would a zombie virus infection rate be sped up or slowed down by increased humidity and warmth? Like if you’re living in an area that is perpetually damp and hot, do the zombie rot quicker thereby making them less of a threat as the virus has less of a body to puppet, or does it spread faster as we know that most bacteria and presumably also this unknown virus love heat and moisture to grow…..

2)

is the virus transferable via any exchange or contact with infected bodily fluid? (Eg. spit, blood smears, sweat etc) and if so, how much cling wrap do you need to survive?

3)

Wheelie Bins. think about it people, wheelie bins are the ultimate apocalypse survival tool.

Growing root veggies?

Do it in a wheelie bin.

Need to transport someone injured?

Put em’ in the wheelie bin.

Transporting large amounts of flammable liquid to long-distance fend off zombies?

Wheelie. Bin.

4)

what if the virus infects water too? How do you/is it possible to distill/sterilise it and what are the consequences if not?

5)

can zombies hear? How many non-physical brain functions (hearing, smelling, tasting, higher cognitive abilities, problem solving etc) does the virus maintain as functioning and for how long?

6)

How long can the virus puppet a body before the decay makes it unusable?

7)

why try to find a cure when you have the winning options of extreme heat or extreme cold to essentially kill the virus by taking it out of its preferred temperatures? Virus’ are bacteria and bacteria likes warm, moist and dark spots. Eradicate these factors in an isolated area that you lure your offending zombies too and bada bing you have successfully neutralised the virus, possibly (if the apocalypse is rated below a PG-13) saving your loved ones!

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 93, Replies Part 2

1) “Rappa down! Send the EMT unity ASAP, we can’t allow the timeline to be fractured, we can’t lose him!”- Mirko heard the call, but she only knows how to heal by beating up the enemy worse than the patient, so they don’t hurt them anymore.

2) “Yeah I don’t think that’s in the rulebook of free-for-all illegal cagefights, but then again, it’s not like there’s something against it in there.”- He is technically still fighting within the cage this way, depending on which side he’s holding.

3) “THERE IS MIRKO, SHOWING UP TO SAVE THE DAY ONCE AGAIN! and somehow here faster than All Might. Huh.”- All Might was further delayed getting the officers some healthy snacks before rushing in. Stakeouts can be hungry work.

4) “Why of course because she’s this manga’s best character and her presence here is a blessing to all of us mortals? And Horikoshi demanded her appearance whit a gun to Furuhashi’s head?”- Truly, the side-characters can upstage the “heroes” whenever they take action. The more the fandom loves them, the stronger they’ll be.

5) “I don’t know Rappa, you ever seen a bunny fighting? Those kicks are vicious man.”- More lives have been lost facing off against mad bunnies than there have been against bears.

6) “Unfortunately, you can’t hoodie, the time-space continuum must be preserved no matter what. We are bound to the fate laid forth.”- Hood’s acting like their demise would automatically make him stronger from it, like they were metal slimes in a video game, due to give a ton of exp if he could just finish them off. No wonder he was mad the encounter was forcibly ended early.

7) “She’s more capable than the both of you doltz, why are you being mean to her now?”- They’re just annoyed she’s showing them up when they’re fighting 2-on-1 and losing and she comes crashing in and belts Hood easily.

8) “the fuck you are on Knuckles, you saw her holding her own even better than Rappa! Not gonna refute the wild allegations, she is absolutely feral, that there’s no denying.”- Pretty sure that’s just Rappa mouthing off to Knuckles and him giving him his trademark silent treatment in response whilst he monologues.

9) “OH SHIT YOU ONLY HAVE T MINUS 2.9999999 SECONDS NOW MIRKO, QUICK, KICK HIS ASS BEFORE ALL MIGHT SHOWS UP!”- The one opponent Mirko can’t beat: The ticking clock of the inevitable future!

10) “Already? Damn, time really flies when All Might shows up, right?”- Literally, actually. I think the major time skip occurred after the sky egg incident and his major involvement in that chapter of Koichi’s life. All Might is the harbinger of chronology, pushing time towards the present in ever-increasing leaps with every time he shows up.

11) “No no, no throwing a fit, it’s time to go home now, your mom is calling, you need to take a bath and have dinner okay?”- He’s tired himself out from all this exercise, needs a long period of rest before he’s ready for playtime again.

12) “Aaaand time. Oh jesus, that was a close call, those three seconds were way too short for so much to happen I tell you that.”- Furuhasi should have given himself a larger window of time, but like many things, he misjudged it.

13) “Yeah All Might, you wasted too many nanoseconds picking up your body pillow. Shame on you, you pervert”- All Might, always on time to save the day, but never stop the overarching plot.

14) “I don;t even blame this chapter for being uneventful, I think the fact I spent a whole month away from liveblogging rotted my mind and rusted my gears, I need a bit more of it so I can actually put the ol’ reliable brain back on the tracks.”- Get that WD40 spray for your rusty brainpan. @thelreads

[the-firebird69]

So these people are fighting to try and get there and they can't and the assholes are always saying it about our son and their experiencing it now and they're both laying there sleeping they're passed out and they're going into a coma and their body is going to shut down in a moment and then it will die and they'll both be dead they don't look good and people are not there there's no one there hasn't been for days when the sun goes up it's not that caustic but most people get there and it's caustic and it's supposed to go up there at the wrong time and it's not and the oxygen is rolling in and where they are it's 27% and it's increased here to 25% almost and it's going upwards and most of them can't take it. 25% is pretty high and the sun says I probably wouldn't notice the 2% and we say you probably would it's significantly better for you and in your room it's probably going up there to probably 20 and it's cooling off when it's as cool he says I'll shut the fan and it should blow more in and usually does. Right now it's still hot out but the air is coming in and it's not real cool off the ocean and he says it's still 80 or so and it really is but it's cooling off once it cools off he's going to know it's going to be 26-27% oxygen and that's very high. It was suggesting they eat so he hydrates but boy this is a finally a big finally and the stream of algae is probably a thousand miles to the South all the way to the shores of Brazil and when it gets stirred up my ships it grows and when the flu goes out it grows right now it's about a thousand miles long by 4,500 mi wide and growing and it's very healthy and it's eating up everything else using the oxygen to oxidize and down below it's growing faster because the sun is less caustic and it's gobbling up the fertilizer which is good otherwise it would make a mess it's going on now it's very huge and a lot of people appreciate it and some people hate it and they were going to die anyways the ones that hate it. Right now there's crews going out and pulling people out that's probably 75% of the Mac morlock or very sick sick or dead or dying the Trump and Dan are still there and spend about half an hour and they are rotting badly it is the beginning of the end of them this happens a few times no if their brain will be rotted and they'll be stupid very stupid and they need to be.

The sun is looking for some more signs but he doesn't see them readily so he's going to fix something to eat and we'll probably see it and probably have a nap after it's going to hit him pretty hard and we'll wake up congested and then he's going to start growing and he'll need extra money there are some things that he can eat a lot of that don't cost a lot and he's doing it now and he was doing it for a while it wasn't costing him a ton and it's like a pound of beef at night or turkey even chicken which is a couple breasts or breast in half and that's enough to sustain growth for a while but he's going to need some real caloric intake meeting some real food real beef stew real hearty meals and everyday and good sized so we're going to have to get him some money and he needs to store food better like another refrigerator and they don't want him to have one but he has to say it's in the fridge but they probably don't care much. He won't fit on the bed so he has to raise it up he's got a couple ideas already one of them is not bad is to put a 4 in foam that's harder underneath and it'll raise it up a couple inches it's not perfect but it might work and in that way it is protecting the mattress so we're going to start trying to figure out what to do here we have a lot of people are saying no but Cherry cheeseman has figured out that they leave minority morlock are the problem and they're trying to pay their people today and those two are out of the wave temporarily and she says it or he does and she won't cut the checks and the treasury department would have to and it would look odd and then was in the way. It's going on right now and he's trying to contemplate what to do cuz he can't seem to get it to work so our son says that you pay the Gap out to your people or try to out of the treasury those are making them corrections to the social security system and he says oh then if you can't you try and do it there to hear and it will work over there believe it or not says why because it was right or wrong and he gets it so that's moving along I mean while the deadly Duo are bloating

Thor Freya

There's a huge deal here some people don't really remember stuff it's going on and he's trying to find these two idiots on the same thing he's fighting minority moloka who are kicking their asses so he's changing the tune in the tone and it's becoming something different and it's becoming something different right now and I'm trying to issue checks people and come from the treasury department not social security and it's a better idea because you get a treasury check not a letter and he goes oh it's just like the seatbelt thing the fooling around with you and you finally figured it out so he said oh again this is saying ATK is your company it's kind of like weird nobody wants to sell any nobody wants to use them and these two are buffoons so we can make them you can sell them and you don't even have to do anything hassleish he likes it so tons of things might happen if it continues but they usually come back somehow and it's very annoying and they're living off other people I guess so things are going along we have a couple of announcements

-Dan and Trump are on their way out they're being drummed out by everybody we have found replacements Cherry cheeseman and the girl and on the other side possibly Jason who's going to be fighting them and it's happened before

-there are 10 million people lined up in the first ring goes out to like $5 trillion and 300,000 again from the inside of Charlotte county alone they are going to lose they've lost about three rounds so far this round is going to wipe out probably most of the Macklemore lock here and they're going pretty quick. There's a few warning signs up against helping trumpsters no it's about their invasion and they're going up right now there's too many people and they keep coming so trying to figure out from where and they're saying it's tunnels and they think it's true.

-there's also a huge number of people coming from Miami and they're coming here to try and fight and the coming across the highway and then not allowing any shipments and they need to be stopped and stopped cold equipment came down and they're pushing out to the outer ring in fort Myers and they're starting to do it in Tampa and Sarasota and it will translate here shortly

-there's a bunch of air coming in and he's thankful for it and thinks he can handle it there are a few things he should know he should be hydrating so you can have him eat right now

I'm calling this area state of emergency because everybody stinks because they're sick and we're calling in people now

Thor Freya

There's too many people who are sick here we're calling in our people now we don't want these idiots saying anything and we're getting all of them into a pen isolation and right now and foreign minority moloch had to live with low oxygen and they're all doing pretty good they know about it too and are hydrating

Mac

Olympus

[organicjikaka]

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[shuchu]

Mysta tweeted about his morning wood and now my brain is just rotting with ideas about helping him out.. Also!! Can i be 🍷 anon if u dont have one yet? :]

okay firstly, of course you can be 🍷 anon! welcome to the emoji anon club!! (´꒳`)♡

second of all, i saw that tweet and my mind immediately went: ayo? need some help with that by any chance mysta? (¬‿¬ ) nsfw ramble/drabble/imagine below the cut! minors dni

imagine waking up and seeing mysta tweet that, you turn next to him and say with a smirk, "someone's a little excited this morning."

he'd then look at you cheekily and say, "whatcha gonna do about it?"

without another word said, you'd move to mysta's crotch, palming it through his boxers; since it's really warm nowadays and mysta just sleeps in his boxers so you get easy access. mysta would groan loudly as you kiss his bulge through the fabric before sliding it off and taking his length in your hand, giving it long strokes.

mysta would whimper and moan your name softly, begging you to just take it in your mouth. you'd still tease him a little, swirling your tongue around the head and gliding your tongue up and down the side of his dick. he'd whine a bit more and thread his fingers through your hair, pleading you with his eyes. you finally oblige and take his dick in your mouth, inch by inch and mysta resists the urge to just shove your head down so you can take him whole.

you bop your head slowly up and down, sucking on it softly. mysta would throw his head back and moan your name like it's a prayer. "ah fuck y/n, your mouth feels so good! faster! please...!"

you'd slowly increase the pace and as you do that you hollow your cheeks, sucking on it harder. mysta would moan louder and stutter saying that he's getting close. "fuuuck...it feels- ah! so fucking good. fuck."

since he was getting close you decided to let him fuck your mouth till he cums. mysta starts bucking his hips up wildly into your mouth as he finally reaches his climax and he cums down your throat, painting it white.

he slumps back against the bed's headboard trying to catch his breath from that mindblowing orgasm you gave him. he squints open his eyes to see you swallowing all his cum, even licking your lips. "thank you for breakfast baby." you say, with a smirk on your face.

mysta swears you could not get any hotter and his dick starts twitching, getting hard again from your actions.

author note: the brainrot is real 🧎🏻‍♀️i would suck him off if i could forgive me lord for i have sinned