#but haven't quite done the same for how kind he can be. it's a real shame! i need to rectify this at some point

[ckret2]

i come to you today with another samurai jack AU. quick recap of where this AU diverges from canon:

("hey i haven't seen the show and idk what's going on" okay, watch this from 9:56)

Every once in a while somebody goes "do we really KNOW Aku (as a separate entity from the space blob) is inherently evil? or did he just immediately turn evil due to the fact that his very first interaction was his creator telling him he meant to kill him? how would things have gone differently if that hadn't happened?" and I went okay, sure, let's roll with that.

AU where the emperor DIDN'T immediately give Aku a motive to hate humanity and just sort of claims him. that's his son now.

and that's Jack's brother now.

listen, I've made jokes in two different posts about Jack & Aku having the same birthday and y'all should have interpreted that as a threat.

Aku is NOT allowed to name himself Literally The Word "Evil." He gets named Kage. And being called Literally The Word "Shadow" is edgy enough to satisfy him so he goes with it.

Since Jack never gets named "Jack," he's going by his real name. which in this au is Hikari, because adoptive twins named Light and Shadow feels like the kind of corny symbolism this show would jump all over.

it's also an actual phrase: 光と影 (hikari to kage, "light and shadow") meaning "rise and fall; ups and downs; shame and glory; bright side and dark side; light and shadow"

I wonder a lot about the fact that Aku's just, like, created as an adult. We know he's capable of developing and changing—he does during the course of the show—so like, he hasn't been static since he was born. What was he pre-loaded with, then, and what came later?

what if he looks adult to human eyes, but mentally he's just a young child that can already talk & fight. "Guy tells baby he was trying to kill him; baby throws a tantrum and decides to take over the world"—that feels like a perfectly proportionate emotional reaction for an actual newborn less than five minutes old for whom this is not only the worst thing to ever happen to him, but the ONLY thing to ever happen to him.

This isn't how I interpret Aku by default; but it IS how I'm interpreting him in this AU so that he can mentally keep pace with Jack and so that he has to "grow up" even though he already looks grown. Sure, this means that at a week old he's saying stuff like "if that odious daimyo visits Father again today, I will rip his body asunder and send his charred skull back to his grieving children" but he's also saying stuff like "why does my brother get a blanket but I don't? 🥺"

"oh," you say, "so this is like a nice soft AU where nothing bad happens?"

NO. It's an AU about a demon tree child under constant pressure to make himself smaller & less threatening so everyone stops fearing him, and he's never quite small enough or unthreatening enough unless he's literally disguised as something other than himself—and sometimes not even then.

It's about the less favored son who can never seem to do anything right enough to gain his father's approval. Sometimes he almost thinks his father hates him. But that can't be true, right? After all, his father went out into the wilderness with a potion and some hocus-pocus to make him on purpose, and why would he have done that if he didn't want him? Surely there isn't some other secret reason his father made him that he doesn't know about. Is he just not living up to his father's expectations? Is he too much trouble?

At least his brother loves him unconditionally.

[revivemyreverie]

SKETCH SSR: WISHMASTER’S CONCERT 

CREDITS: Wishmaster's Concert Event : @tixdixl, Cyril Zeman (mentioned in story): @ramshacklerumble. I consider following both of them if you haven't already!!!

This event is crazy fun and I cannot believe I finished in under 3 days. anyhow! A short story is under read more :)

Groovification: Such frivolities–this kind voice, warm smile, and upturned brows– none of it has ever been real.

Set to Home Screen: Would you like to hear a tune?

Home Transition 1: Are we moving stages? I’ll follow as you desire. 

Home Transition 2: My past self would “love” being here, I’m sure. Even if I no longer hold the emotions that came with those memories, the knowledge of how many times he used this violin is logical proof. 

Home Transition: 3: These light choices are quite interesting. You usually expect something more refined when it comes to violin performances, but I suppose the inclusion of guitars and death metal muddles that. 

Home, after Login: Ashengrotto said this event is in the best interest for both of us, but I am very sure I heard him saying he’s finally rid of me the other day… Is that what you refer to as “disdain"?

Tap Home 1: These clothes are not very optimal, since I cannot move much except the sleeves. I do not mind any of it, however, since I can still make quick movements with my bowstring. 

Tap Home 2: I’ve heard it's good to deviate music choices every once in a while for experience, so perhaps adding a few songs into my usual classical music may be good for me. 

Tap Home 3: I try to avoid bumping into my bandmates when on stage, as it would be rather terrible if my magic activated mid-performance... A husk might end up singing on stage instead of a person.

Tap Home 4:  I’m quite shocked by the people who enjoyed my performance, seeing that I had failed to remember to smile. Those in the crowd even said I looked mysterious. Emotions are such an odd thing. 

Tap Home 5: Logically, none of this really matters. All these people do is sit through a bunch of flashy lights while listening to sounds mixed and mashed together through ear-damaging speakers. Still, I partake in it, for I want to understand the past “me”’s love for it. 

🎙️.

“I don’t care if it's to show off the school’s music prowess! My Abyssal Lover will not be working with the jerk that broke the head singer's and his boyfriend up!”

Such is the common complaint Allegra has been facing as of late by the head-singer of a little band made in Night Raven College, who the former had the delight of joining thanks to his dorm leader’s so-called recommendation (it was forced, but Allegra's not allowed to say a word on it). 

In his eyes, he had done nothing of what he had been accused of. All Allegra Mahalath had done was help a client and pull a little bit of an emotional possession with his magic. How was it his fault if he revealed that someone was having second thoughts about their relationship? Logically speaking, the singer should have just discussed this nonsensical problem from the get-go.

He might get a punch for such words, however, so the man stayed silent with his usual smile. Their manager spoke in his place, “YOU’RE the one who said anyone would do for our sick violinist, and I’m already in good-standing with Azul! I’m just taking advantage of the situation, so how about you get over yourself and move on?! Do you really want to throw away the chance to impress THE Cyril Zeman?!!”

The Octavinelle student watched his new nemesis remain silent.

“Then stop complaining and start rehearsing! And Allegra,I know you’re good at the violin, but our set also has some more... dramatic... parts in it. Please try your best.”

The therapist kept his demeanor the same. “As you wish, manager.”

—-----

The singer wondered if Allegra had a best to begin with, or was just trying to piss him off. He was awful at acting entirely, his motions being so stiff and short that he looked like a robot compared to the whisking twirls and light steps everyone else had managed to do. His only saving grace was his violin, which somehow made Allegra look far more graceful than the mannequin he turned into when he wasn't playing. 

“If you can't bother to dance right, then how about taking off that tacky customer-service smile?” He complained after their 5th rehearsal and failure of an act.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Allegra speaks like one of Ignihyde's new robots. “but if it’s not up to par, I’ll change it.”

“Are you a human? I meant to use your real smile.”

Allegra pokes at his own cheeks, “But this is my real smile? It’s the same one I use everyday, even for my clients. I thought you would understand, seeing as you even had a previous session with me–”

The last sentence seemed to have switched something in the young man. With a aggressive yell, he gets up and grabs the spiral-eyed student's shirt

“Say a thing about my stupid session from that day and I’ll break your nose!" 

The other band members ran between them, splitting the two apart to avoid a big fight. The singer clicked his tongue in return, turning to the classroom's door.

“I need a damn break.”

Allegra watched as he walked out, his temporary band mates surrounding him. A silence filled the room, yet the smile on his face remained sweet as always.

—-------

“Do you have an issue with me?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

The vocalist and violinist sat alone in the makeup room, their group having already departed for set preparations and to avoid the ever-growing storm between the two students.

“You’ve shown a great amount of physical hostility towards me.” Allegra spoke with such niceties, “I would love to know why.” 

“Oh I’m sure you would.” Sarcasm came up like vomit. “You’re an ass who ruined my goddamn love life, and now I’m expected to work with you and your weirdo facade.”

“Facade?”

The vocalist slammed his hands on the table, tired of dealing with him for the past 3 weeks. “Yes! Facade! You think everyone just takes your little goody-two-shoes employee act as fact? Everyone in the band knows it's all either a cover for you being a creep or that you just hate everyone in the world!”

Allegra turned away from him, looking outside the door’s window. “I don’t hate anyone.” 

“Cut the crap! That’s a lie itself!”

“Would you like to hear the truth about me then?” Allegra says, his voice suddenly ice cold.

He turns back to the lead-singer, his face lacking all signs of emotion.

“Such frivolities–this kind voice, warm smile, and upturned brows– none of it has ever been real.” 

This is the true Allegra Mahalath, the one who put no effort into any relationships he was expected to care for. The vocalist looked into those empty, spiraling eyes, which grow closer with every step the brunette takes towards him. 

“You’re correct, as I am simply playing the part of a false me. In my eyes, anything and everything holds no meaning; Allegra Mahalath doesn’t care for this event, nor its people, or its problems. The same can be said for my clients and their relationships, especially yours." He stated it all so matter-of-factly, as if there truly was nothing inside his heart. "It's most fitting to say that I can't seem to care about anything.”

A shiver ran down the singer’s spine. “...Then why are you even here?"

“Because I want to understand why the past ‘me’ did.”

The announcer’s voice could be heard through the loudspeaker, cutting off their confrontation with the calling of their band's name.

"Next up, from the dark corners of Night Raven College itself, is My Abyssal Lover!"

Allegra’s monotone demeanor remained as cheers could be heard echoing from the crowd. “It’s officially stage time, I kindly suggest you hurry up.” 

—-----

“Look! We got put in the event’s article!” The team’s manager exclaimed, showing off his phone to the group. “They even got a photo of you, Mahalath!”

The brunette takes a look at the article presented in front of him, reading the text with a feigned interest.

“Oh. Oops.”

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“It appears I forgot to smile during the set.”

For the rest of the band, it seemed like a well-timed joke. They laughed at another one of Allegra's supposed oddities. Only the vocalist remained silent in the classroom’s corner, understanding exactly what the Octavinelle student meant.

[eowynstwin]

This truly is the last thing I want to say on this blog and then I'm done psych I lived bitch, but given how the fucking catastrophe started it's only appropriate this is how I end it—

You have racist bias whether you like it or not. Particularly if you are US American, racism was baked into your worldview no matter what kind of household, liberal or conservative, you grew up in. Racism is quite often far more covert than it is overt. It is not just a voluntary behavior; it is more often the subconscious ways you organize and hierarchize other cultures and people.

In the case of Gaz—sure, you might actively believe that he deserves to be more included. You think he's a good character and people really should think about him more! But you personally headcanon him a certain way, and really it's not a headcanon you're actually all that into, so that's why you don't talk about him as much. It's not because he's black, it's because he doesn't fit the thing you like talking about the most. The fact that he's black is really just a coincidence, you're not excluding him because of that. In fact, you're sure other people like him for exactly the reason you're not all that into him, and you'll just leave it to them to pick up the slack. Or you'll get to him later! In fact, you have some ideas for him. You just haven't gotten around to them yet.

Take that and multiply it by thousands of white women in fandom—not just this fandom, not just Gaz's character, but every fandom and every character of color. It doesn't matter that there's no active malice behind not personally liking black characters and other characters of color. Non-white characters still take a backseat to their white counterparts, because white women in fandom cannot wrap their heads around black, brown, indigenous, and Asian characters as complex, complicated characters worthy of their interest or frankly, their desire.

They cannot wrap their heads around this because they were conditioned not to by decades of racist culture.

Case in point; plenty of white women in this fandom have fallen head over heels for Makarov and Graves. The sins of these out-and-out villains are totally forgiven by virtue of their sex appeal, and because they are portrayed by attractive, charismatic men who put a lot of passion behind their performances.

But can we say the same for Hadir? Can we say the same for Hassan?

The sins of these two Middle Eastern characters do not outweigh those of their villainous white counterparts, yet how many angsty fix-it fics have been written exploring Hadir's complicated relationship with violence and imperialism? How many enemies-to-lovers or even lovers-to-enemies fics have been written about Hassan, the face of whose homeland has been irrevocably marred by US interference?

No one who points out the racism of this trend is accusing these white women of active, militant white supremacy. I'm not saying any of you even have to like Gaz, Hadir, or Hassan. But your preferences have been tuned for you by a culture shaped by slavery, imperialism, and white supremacy. That is not something you can escape merely because you support the BLM movement or reblog vetted Palestinian gofundmes.

The only way you can truly fight your own racism is to be actively anti-racist. It is about far more than who you give money to or what graphics you pin on your instagram. It is an everyday practice of learning how racism has shaped your worldview for you.

This is not work that is done in a week, a month, or a year. Becoming anti-racist takes as much time as it took to make you racist in the first place. For some of you, the work may turn out to be easy. For others, it may be hard. You must do it either way.

Some good places to start:

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

Ain't I a Woman? by bell hooks

We Real Cool: Black Men and Masculinity by bell hooks

A Burst of Light by Audre Lorde

The Body Is Not An Apology by Sonya Renee Taylor

Fearing the Black Body by Sabrina Strings

Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi

Being Palestinian edited by Yasir Suleiman

[notashadowbutawave]

finally talked my wife into watching 8x06 "confessions" with me and WOW there's quite a lot going on in this breakup scene in buck's apartment (and the infamous glee scene for that matter) that I haven't seen discussed much on this website (though maybe I'm just not finding it?) like this show is always yelling the themes in your face but...

first of all I think it's somewhat intentional that Buck is being written as kind of regressing. So far in the show, he's gotten his confidence in romantic relationships by fulfilling the role with the person that he thinks he should fulfill. with Abby, Buck had just learned about serious adult romantic relationships and how they work and was trying to Be A Partner in a complete speed run. But he learned that no amount of devotion is a substitute for functionality. with Taylor, he was trying to Be A Functional Partner - and he learned that being a partner Has To involve trust, and that trust comes from somewhere else other than just our actions - it has to come from our hearts.

Tommy is the first person he's ever dated where he doesn't know what the next steps are and that's because this isn't something he has a blueprint for - being a Partner and a Functional Partner for somebody who sees right through him and sees exactly what he's trying to do, to make Tommy never leave. Abby was completely clueless (sorry I really dislike Abby) and Taylor didn't realize that an adult man could behave so badly without utter malice in his heart. Both of them kind of make the mistake of being vulnerable to Buck's charms.

Tommy is of course vulnerable to Buck's charms but Buck is more transparently himself with Tommy as well - and what Tommy sees, then, is a person who is deeply insecure and may be trending in the right direction but ultimately still thinks there's a lever he can pull to make Tommy stay and never leave him. He doesn't know that he's not done cooking yet because every new thing he learns about the world or others makes him feel brand fucking new.

So yes, the glee scene:

Josh was absolutely gagged that Tommy was Abby's ex fiance

Buck's first instinct is to see the situation from Abby's side and go into protective mode which is adorably loyal to be fair but also like ; get a grip

I actually love Josh's framing of "you care about this person and if you want a future in a queer relationship you need to learn that we don't all come to this the same way"

Did they need a cultural reference? No. Were they going to self referentially congratulate Ryan Murphy for inflicting it on the world? Yes.

And regarding the breakup itself:

What is wrong with this fandom's sense of humor that I haven't seen a gif of "I'm the himbo" ??? Like yes babe u sure are come here

Buck is really working so hard in this scene to make sure Tommy knows that he's serious. He's like... this freaked me out but I've decided I'm cool with it. She changed my life but not like you !!!

Like bless his heart, Buck thought he was really doing the right thing by telling Tommy about Abby BEFORE ASKING HIM TO MOVE IN WITH HIM. like MY CARDS ARE ON THE TABLE??? SEE??? LOVE ME FOREVER !! it's adorable and it's also cringe as fuck.

I think the real sin of the writing here is making Buck so completely clueless that this is the wrong move. Like he's kind of an idiot (Eddie Diaz's words not mine) but moving in with someone after dating them for six months in your 30s is WILD behavior and I don't think even Evan Buckley would fail to realize that this is a bit much in this moment.

But idk being in love makes one do stupid things? I did all of my messy bitch relationship shit before I turned 30 but I guess it is buck we are talking about

I completely understand why Tommy reacts the way he does in this scene and bless Lou Ferrigno Jr for acting it with such nuance, much more depth than the scene frankly deserves. What a heartbreaker. Like you see him tense up at Buck's request

"I'm not saying let's get married or engaged, even though we would have the right, thanks to the brave people who came before, including you." such an insane thing to say to your boyfriend. Whoever approved this script was trying to take me out like with a gun.

You then see the absolute grief in Tommy's eyes like oh god this kid is killing me. He's so sweet. He's so cute. He doesn't get it. I love him. He doesn't get it.

As an aside, Eddie being stalked in the juice bar by the hot priest was absolutely incredible.

I didn't hate this episode but wow the writing does suck shit, however I fully believe it makes sense for them to break up here and get back together in the future ??? because Buck DOES have some shit to figure out. Like moving in with someone is a lot of fucking intimacy REALLY fast and baby boy sometimes you NEED to pump the brakes a little ESPECIALLY when you think someone might be THE ONE and you just figured out you like guys six months ago.

I get it and yeah the writing is tragic and the inclusion of Abby in general is just unhinged and unnecessary but like I don't hate the broad strokes here. how else does the blorbo learn if not by ritual torture by the writers. Lou is too good to not have back though. My god what a treasure.

end bucktommy endgame truther transmission

[pomefioredove]

Can I request either Jade or Azul with, “let’s flip a coin, heads I’m yours, tails your mine.” They seem like the type to make that kind of deal.

haven't done Azul yet ouhhhh

summary: "let’s flip a coin, heads I’m yours, tails you're mine" type of post: short fic characters: azul additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, not proofread a part of this event

Azul doesn't like playing games of chance.

This is the first real thing he tells you about himself. You had brought a deck of cards to the lounge, and asked to play war; he immediately shot you down.

"What's the purpose of a game without strategy?"

He's shared many more things about himself since, but none had captured your interest quite as much as his distaste for luck.

You've let it sit at the back of your mind, waiting for a moment like this.

"Here's how you play," you explain, setting the dice in front of him.

"You only get to roll the dice five times per turn. Once you think you've got the highest number, you end your turn. Highest number at the end wins."

Azul narrows his eyes as you describe the rules of the game.

"So this is... purely...?"

"Luck," you finish his sentence. "It's fun, you'll like it."

He grumbles under his breath, but the smile on your face is enough to dissuade him from turning you down.

"Alright. One round, and then I get to pick the next game,"

Azul cups the dice in hand, a melodious symphony of clinks coming from within his palms as he shakes and rolls.

"Five, eleven, twenty four..." he counts each one. "Only thirty one. Five turns, you say? I'll roll again."

You can tell he's pretending to be disinterested, much to your delight.

"Eleven, twenty one, twenty eight, twenty nine... thirty four. That's not much better,"

"Having fun?"

He shoots you a glare, scooping up the dice between you for his third roll.

"Thirty five. It seems that low thirties are the average. I'll keep this, then,"

You can't help a grin. You can tell he's trying to work out the game in his head, searching for something to turn it in his favor... and coming up short.

The expression on his face is pure frustration. It's amazing.

"Forty," you're unable to hold back the glee in your voice.

Azul narrows his eyes. "Keeping?"

"Oh, yes. Your turn,"

He draws the dice on the table back to himself, eyes sharp. You love seeing this side of him; competitive, analytical, and oh-so frustrated.

"Seventeen. I'll reroll," he mutters. "Twenty five..."

He settles at thirty one, handing the dice back to you with a scowl. You roll, smiling widely.

"Oh, my... thirty eight!"

Azul's face pales. "Wh- how? On your first try? What are you playing at?"

You can tell his patience is wearing thin. You gasp in mock-offense, putting a hand over your heart.

"Are you implying that I cheated? We're using the same dice, Azul!"

"Sevens. You really find it so entertaining to watch me squirm?"

"I just like seeing that look on you," you smile, leaning against your elbow.

"You're all cute when you're competitive."

Azul narrows his eyes, trying to maintain himself despite the blush on his face. "I want to play something else. My choice,"

You watch him stand and walk across the room with a chuckle. He's always so easy to get a rise out of...

"Here," he says, returning to your side with nothing but a coin.

"Since you like games of chance so much, I have one we can both win."

You raise an eyebrow. Out of all the things you'd expected from him, this is not one. "Really? ...Where's the fun in that?"

He smiles slyly, almost looking pleased with himself. His mood has taken a complete 180, much to your curiosity.... and dread.

"Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails... you're mine,"

...Azul takes as much delight in seeing your face go red as you did riling him up.

He's even prepared to dodge when you lunge at him in a vain attempt to take the coin out of his upper hand.

"Tsk, tsk..." he chuckles. "Who's competitive now?"

[letthelightshinein]

My hot take of the day, even though I haven't watched the episode and only the clip, is that I'm glad there is no forehead flicking!!!

During the first case, Julien, Pei Su said that a tap on the forehead is typically something a person of a higher status does to a person of lower status, like a parent to a child. It can be playful and cute in the book because ZhouDu don't have that dynamic, but in the show, Luo Weizhao has been demonstratively more 'dad'. And, unlike for ZhouDu, it's been a big source of conflict between them. Luo Weizhao has also realised this and he no longer refers to himself in a 'father figure' kind of way. Even when joking around he's now pitching himself as a Gege - someone who's older and protective, but he is putting himself at the same level and status as Pei Su.

They are equals and partners now, so a flick on the forehead is not quite right anymore. It would be a bit of a step back to have Luo Weizhao treating Pei Su like a child again and be reprimanding him in this way.

Also in the episode 13 water drinking flashback, we can see that Pei Su was frightened of Luo Weizhao trying to flick him. I think Luo Weizhao remembered that he doesn't like it because he never does do it, even if he's been tempted a few times including before they reconciled. He pats, prods and pokes but as far as I remember, he never taps him on the forehead.

They also don't have that much skin on skin contact generally - it would be really out of place that one of the only times they really touch is when he's 'hurting' him. He's ever only touches Pei Su's face in a gentle way, like in episode 13 and 15, even in episode 6! He manhandles him but he touches his skin softly.

It's actually very difficult to properly develop intimacy, it matters where it 'peaks', and you want it to have an impact. If anyone's familiar with the Kiera Knightly Pride and Prejudice movie would know what I'm talking about. In this show, a flick would be out of step, especially when they've been actually careful and controlled about managing the peaks and troughs.

The best example of this is in episode 13 where you know Luo Weizhao must have carried Pei Su into the house but we don't get to see it. They save that intimate moment for Luo Weizhao cradling his face on the couch. Because especially at that moment, you get to experience it at the same time as Pei Su. It's doubly climactic. It also means that when Luo Weizhao holds him in episode 15, that's the first time he has ever held him, making it more heartbreaking.

It's frequently not done well, even in shows with no censorship. It takes real restraint to not give in and give the audience what you know they want.

Yes I am actually writing this because I am currently rewatching episode 13 and this is a stealth post about how great that episode is - surprise!!!

[discordiansamba]

in the wake of the destruction of the Illuminati's airship, they can all sense the tension in the air- the promise that this is not over, by a long shot. but among their friends and the bubble of security they provide, it was easy to not feel it. if he's being perfectly honest, yukio is still reeling from how easily they've accepted him back into the group, like he didn't run off to try and join the Illuminati. it's not quite as baffling as the decision of the three Arc Knights in their company to just ignore his actions and accept him back into the fold- the dreaded son of Satan had turned traitor, after all.

...but he recognizes a second chance, and he intends to take it.

and his intentions had never been to join the Illuminati anyways- he'd gone to them in order to destroy them- to protect rin in the same way he'd protected him for all these years. with Satan parasitizing his left eye, it was only a matter of time before the Illuminati set their sights on him. as soon as rin realized that...

...his fears had been right, in the end.

thank god for satan was perhaps the strangest string of words yukio had ever thought in his life- but if satan hadn't stopped him, rin would have died by his own hand with a smile on his face- all in the service of protecting him. it was yukio's worst fears realized- that his twin had broken himself so badly, discarding all the parts of himself that he deemed unnecessary to his single goal of protecting yukio, that he wouldn't think twice about killing himself to accomplish that.

...but was he any better?

all his life, he'd tried to be perfect. it was better than letting himself be what he was- deeply flawed and twisted up inside, with a dangerous temper and violent impulses that followed it. he'd done his best to squash that part of himself into oblivion, devoting himself to creating the facade of the perfect child- the perfect son, the perfect student- and eventually, the perfect exorcist. he hid himself underneath that, not letting anyone see the ugly mess he was underneath it- to the point where he'd even fooled his own twin.

"...we're both kind of fucked up, huh?"

yukio glanced over at rin and huffed.

"some of us more than others," yukio couldn't help but quip- which earned him a glare from rin, "-at least I recognized my own issues."

"shut up, four eyes," rin grumbled, "-at least I don't wear fake glasses. the hell did you bring a spare pair for? I know you haven't needed them since you drew the sword."

yukio pushed up the bridge of his glasses, "-aesthetic."

rin held his gaze for a long moment- before letting out a burst of laughter. honestly, yukio still had no idea which of his brother's smiles were fake and which were real- and he knew rin probably didn't know the difference either- but the one he wore now seemed real enough.

in the end, they'd both bought into each other's facade.

...maybe now, they'd finally have the chance to actually get to know each other.

[eustasskidagenda]

First of all I really really really love ur writing

Can I request a fem reader dating law and they are like sleeping and law starts to have a really bad nightmare where he is hurting his s/or while sleeping? Like ALOT and she tries to walk him up but when she succeeded he already damaged her so much by accident? So he has her blood on his hands and stuff but he wakes up and he doesn't realise it so she just says u had a nightmare and tried to put him back to sleep while she is in pain

And she waits for him to sleep again to go out and treat her wounds BSc she doesn't want him to feel bad for hurting her

But while she is gone he walks up and the bed is empty and there's blood on him and the sheets so he gets out to search for her in panic and gets mad and feels bad etc

Angst angst angst tk fluff please

I love u so much

Hi sweetie! Tysm for your kind words! I love writing angst, but this one was quite a challenge, I had some struggles figuring out some things. But I hope the outcome will still match your expectations! And sorry it takes me some time for this one, I injured my back lately, I can't write for a long time. Anyway, tysm for requesting. ☆

☆Law having a nightmare where he's hurting his s/o

CW : f!reader, angst, hurt to comfort, blood, mention of bullet, spoiler if you haven't read/watched Law's flashback yet, violence, usage of DF 

WC : 1,9k

Low, peaceful breaths. Legs entwined. Your head resting against Law’s tattooed chest and the silence of the cold, starry night. What a rare and beautiful moment. Law often can't sleep. The second you fall asleep, he usually just sighs and sneaks out of the bed. But tonight, his nightmares remained trapped under the pillows, not in his mind. He is beautiful when he can finally be at peace. The tired and dark expression on his face has been gone for a few hours. In his sleep, he looks for your warm touch. Maybe his body is always cold, as his heart is always kept in a cage, but your body is keeping him just warm. That's what you're in his tortured mind; solar. 

He always finds solace in it.

Dark shadows. Screams of pain. Corazon falling on the ground. Bullet sound. 

The night was supposed to be peaceful. It was peaceful just a second ago! Why are those memories haunting his mind again? What has he done to always be harassed with the same dark thoughts? 

Scream. Corazon. Bullet. Scream. Corazon. Bullet. Again and again and again and a… it's endless. Trapped in his own mind, the world around him just disappears. It's just him, facing the ghosts of his past. That's what he gets for daring to fall asleep. How foolish he was to think that his nightmares would leave him alone, just for a few hours.

The shadows are following him in his gloomy, dark world. Why are they trying to kill him? He's not sick anymore. Corazon saved him. He has the right to live. Suddenly, an invisible hand grabs him and squeezes his throat. Tightly. Squirming on the bed, fighting against his own demons, Law breathes harshly. The real world is far away from his nightmares. All he can think about is this hand squeezing his throat. He can't even breathe anymore. But he can't die. Corazon saved his life. He died. Killed by his own brother.

Now, Law has to survive. That's his legacy. The Heart Pirates will beat loudly, etched in memories forever.

The shadows disappear suddenly, just as the squeezing sensation in his throat. A laugh echoes close to his ear. A large figure hovers over him. Pink feather coat, sunglasses, short blond hair, and big, fidgety hands, ready to steal his life again. 

It's him. 

Doflamingo. 

He wants to kill him and steal his fruit. The one that Corazon robbed. No. Law won't let that bastard destroy the sacrifice made by Corazon. Law ferociously punches that damned heavenly demon right in its nose. Maybe he's a doctor, but he can't let this man live. 

All he wants is to make him suffer. 

To make him pay.

So he punches. Again and again. The only thing he can hear is Doflamingo laughing, as he always does, with his sinister, cold grin. "Just die," he shouts, his voice thick with anger and distress. The reality has vanished in his world of suffering. So he fights back. Harder. 

"Law, wake up!" Why the hell is Doflamingo talking with your voice? Is this a fresh trap? This man is the master of manipulation. He can't be tricked again. "Law, please wake up and stay with me!" That soothing hand on his cheek is so soothing. Heavenly soft. Sweat drips down his forehead as he breathes harshly. 

Doflamingo's silhouette fades away as soon as he opens his eyes. "Y/n-ya?" He tries to reach for your cheek in the dark bedroom. That touch, that skin, that warmth. So it's really you. "What happened?" He asks, his voice slightly shaky. He tries to regain his composure, breathing harshly, his heart racing crazily in his chest. "Nothing. You just had a nightmares." 

Law notices a slight tremolo in your voice. "You're alright?" You just run your hand on his cheek. "Why are you asking me this? You're the one in pain. Just go back to sleep. I'm here. Nothing will happen. You're safe in this room." No, but that was too realistic. And he can't fall asleep right away. Not with a heart beating so loudly. Not with the rush of adrenaline. "Law, you have a lot of work tomorrow. Just try to sleep." 

He tried to sleep so many times. It was never successful. However, he lies back as you gently push him against the mattress with your hands on his chest. You gently rub your thumb against his sweaty forehead. With his jaw tensed, Law obeys and closes his eyes, doing as you say. But those dark memories are etched in his eyes. Whenever he tries to sleep, the figure of Doflamingo is painfully present. 

Bullet. Corazon. Sick people crying and begging for mercy. Again and again.

"Just sleep." You whisper, focused on him, only him, despite your own state of distress. You just hope he didn't notice the blood on his hands. The one that flows down your injured nose. It hurts. Mentally and physically. It's difficult to see him so tormented by his own thoughts. You can't let him see what he has done to you; he kicks you and almost strangles you. It wasn't him, right? Law would never lend a hand to you. He would never forgive himself if he found out. You have to preserve him. So you stay. Reassuring him until he finally closes his eyes, too exhausted to stay awake. 

But a few minutes later, he wakes up, his body cold just as your side of the bed. 

"Y/n-ya?" Where have you gone? Why did you leave him alone? Law grabs the candle lamp and the bedroom is lit by a dim light. There's blood on the bed. He doesn't panic at first. But he's confused because he knows your cycle perfectly, you are not supposed to be on your periods. Afterward, he glances downwards. 

Blood. On his hands.

"Y/n-ya?" He suddenly stands out and looks for you. The Polar Tang is not that big. At last, he finds you in the small bathroom, with a cloth on your injured nose. Law looks at his hands, then at your body. There's slight bruises on your skin. That skin he cherishes so much. "What happened?" He already knows the answer, yet he's hoping for a different outcome. "I just hit my nose by accident, don't you worry." 

You're really a bad liar. 

And then, he understands. That wasn't Doflamingo, but you all the time. At first, he can't even speak. He remains there, his mouth partially open and his eyes filled with guilt. As a doctor, he promised to himself to always protect the innocent. His hands exist to heal. Not hurt. Especially not you. You are his precious girlfriend, the one who takes care of him. What have he done to you? Maybe it was a nightmare, maybe it wasn't him, but the outcome is the same. You're in pain because of him.

"I…" he wants to soothe your pain, but he steps back.  What if he harm you again? He glances again at his shaky hands. There's blood on his tattooed fingers. He is disgusted by that sight. "Why didn't you tell me?" He wants to scream, to break something, but he's too confused by the red liquid on his tan skin. He reaches for the washstand and cleans his hands, watching the red turn pink. "You were already in pain" you whisper. "Damn, y/n-ya, look at you! You're bleeding because of me. I…" He struggles to speak in a clear manner. Law has always been logical, but right now he's acting impulsively and emotionally. "I'm so sorry…" tears prickle at the corner of his eyes. "Please… let me… help you…" he's afraid of frightening you. But you just nod and stop to hold the cloth against your nose. 

Law kneels in front of you, looking at your red skin, slight bruises here and there, slightly swollen lips, and broken nose. His hands are trembling. "Shit," he whispers to himself. He tries to inhale deeply. He needs to calm down before he can heal you. And right now, you really need some assistance. "Law, it's alright…" 

Of course, no, it's not okay! "You're in pain because of me, it's not alright!" Law utilizes his devil fruit to cure your broken nose. Gently, he forces you to throw your head back until the bleeding stops. "Wait a second," he whispers before reaching for a wet cloth. After removing all of the dry blood from your face, Law sighs, sits on the ground and remains silent. 

The guilt is harassing his poor mind. Now, when he closes his eyes, there's Doflamingo, Corazon, and his hands are full of your blood. This thought will never leave him alone. 

He's so unworthy. Despite his efforts, he still fails. Over and over. He failed to save his family. He failed to save Corazon. He failed. Again, and again. 

Failure.

"Law, don't overthink, I'm alright." You whisper and wrap your arms around him. Such an irony. You're the one in pain, but you're soothing him by gently running your hands through his hair. "I'm sorry," he repeats once more. "Law, just listen to me… it wasn't you" 

Perhaps, but it was his hands that did it anyway. Exhausted, tired and guilty, Law has lost all of his usual cold expressions. He never looked that fragile, human. You kiss him softly and lovely. Law struggles to kiss you back. He refuses to touch you because he fears hurting you again. "It's okay, I'm not mad at you.  I still love you. We'll get through it." Nervously, he bites his lips. "Are you still in pain?" His eyes are begging you to tell the truth. "I'm not, thanks to you." He exhales with relief. 

"You have to rest. Can you walk?" Even if you nod, Law carries you through the bedroom. He grits his teeth as he sees the blood on the bedsheets. "Wait" He just takes them off and redo the bed with fresh bedsheets. "Now, you can rest." 

While you lay on your bed, Law begins to back away, ready to run to his desk. Nevertheless, you grasp his hand. "Don't run away." You understand that he's simply trying to avoid you. An aloof person like him just doesn't know how to deal with that kind of thoughts. "… Y/n-ya" with a sigh, he complies. That's the least he can do. Law flinches as you lean your head against his tattooed chest, feeling tense and nervous. I have already forgiven you, Law. You have to forgive yourself." 

He simply mumbles. Of course, his tortured mind will never process that quickly. Fine. You'll wait. And you'll stay by his side. You will be the guardian of his peaceful nights. Slowly, you fall right back asleep. Law doesn't shut his eyes, not even for a moment. He stays here until sunrise and finally warms your face. When you wake up, he already left. But there's a fresh drink, some pills, and something to eat on the nightstand. And a short note.

'Please, come find me if you need something. And rest' 

Law is always busy all the day and almost all of the night. And then, he just allows you to 'disturb' him whenever you need him. You can't help but smile. For someone like Law, it's like reading 'I love you' 

Of course he loves you. 

After all, he is the captain of the Heart Pirates.

[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART EIGHTEEN)

I don't know when it went from a joke to real thing, but Keith was calling Junior "Step Dad" now.

"I can get him to stop," I told Junior one night after the brothers had gone to their room. It was just me and Brade and Junior in the den.

He laughed. "I kind of like it, Dad. It's cute."

I looked at Braden, who just grinned. "Just be glad Keith's not getting into trouble," my husband said.

"At least summer's a break," I said. I'd have to have a conversation with Evan about his grades, since like with Braden football and lifting was his preoccupation. And Keith did anything to emulate Evan.

"They go off to camp tomorrow," Braden said. "Two weeks with just us and the twins."

Junior grinned. "OK if I shack up with you guys a couple of nights?"

Braden patted my leg and leaned into my body. "You don't have to wait till tomorrow, Bill."

"Nice," Junior hissed. Then, quietly. "Fuck, I'm so hard."

Braden chuckled. "Pregnancy hormones?"

Junior nodded. "Yes. Damn, I had no idea. Is it always like this?"

"Pretty much," my husband said. "Just wait till you have triplets." Indeed, Braden's libido had spiked the last couple of weeks, just as I'd turned my sexual attention back to our marriage bed now that Junior was officially pregnant.

"I'll stick with just one, Daddy, thanks," Junior replied.

Braden was shirtless and his five-and-a-half month swell was really big now. I couldn't help but reach over and run my hand over his preg belly while Junior watched.

"God," Junior said. "Can I feel, Dads?"

I nodded and Brade did, too. Junior crossed the den and came over to feel up his Daddy's gut. "So firm."

"Three of your little brothers in there," Brade replied.

Junior leaned and kissed Braden's pregnant stomach. It was a tender and amazingly sexual thing to watch.

"How you feeling, Bill?" Braden asked as he looked down. "Morning sickness kick in?"

"No, Daddy," he said. "Keep waiting for it." He leaned back. "Doc has been feeling it pretty bad."

Junior had been getting closer to Fiedler. I didn't think it was a romantic situation, but Junior felt a responsibility to bond with the father of his son, and had felt bad he couldn't be closer with Tim Carson.

Junior didn't get up from his position in front of Brade but instead massaged my husband's strong furry legs before reaching higher to the waistband of Brade's old PT shorts.

"Can you keep watch, Dad?" he asked with a playful grin, already pulling Braden's shorts down.

"Buddy," I objected.

Braden laughed. "It's not like you haven't done the same thing, Dad."

His dick plopped out and grew hard. Junior didn't let the hardon completely fill out before taking his Daddy into his mouth.

I watched, I kept lookout, and I kissed Braden. It was hard to get in the rhythm and still feel comfortable the coast was clear. But I'll admit the angle was incredible, Brade's huge swell mostly hiding Junior's head as he sucked his pregnant daddy off. Leave it to Junior to introduce a new dynamic to our family love triangle.

"He making you feel good, Son?" I asked.

Braden nodded, dumbly. He was 41 now but I could still see the horny young man in him, back from when he was Junior age. Back when he'd come home from deployment ready for some Dad time.

"Dad," he gasped.

I leaned back and was about to undo my own shorts when I saw him.

Keith was at the edge of the doorway, not quite in, but clearly watching until he saw me notice him. He darted away.

"Fuck!" I cried and darted up.

"What?" Junior asked as he pulled off.

I think I heard Braden say something to our son, but I was already dashing out the door and up the steps.

Keith was at the top of them, waiting for me.

"Am I in trouble, Dad?" he asked. Genuinely nervous.

"Jesus, no," I said. "That's on us, Tough Guy. We got carried away."

He gave me a brave expression, like he knew the score. Maybe he did. Lord knows, I'd had several birds and bees conversations with him, and he already knew about me Junior. "That's cool... I didn't mean..."

I patted his shoulder. "I guess I'd say forget what you saw, but kind of hard to forget something like that, huh?"

At least Keith laughed. "Guess so.... so how often do you...?"

I knew what he meant. The threeway situation. "It's just a special occasion thing. You know how you look forward to doing stuff in the summer you don't normally get to do? Well, it's like that with your dads too, Tough Guy. And well..."

Keith looked at me with complete trust. "You can tell me, Dad."

"Your Daddy and I... your big brother too... the fact that they're pregnant kind of excites us, you know?"

Keith grinned. "That's way cool," he said. Keith didn't have the most varied vocabulary. "You know I didn't really see anything. I mean, enough, but..."

I ruffled his head. "Again, I'm sorry about that Tough Guy. We'll take it to the bedroom, OK?"

"OK, Dad."

I patted his back. "Off to bed. We got a big day tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

It killed the mood, though, and when I got back down I found Junior and Braden looking super concerned. I filled them in.

"The risky sex thing is hot," I said. "But let's keep it under wraps, fellas."

Braden felt even more chastised than Junior, but I kissed him before asking my sons if they'd like to try again up in the bedroom.

The mood was quieter now as we went to the master bedroom and stripped down. I could see Braden's eyes on Junior and had to agree that our eldest son was looking hot as fuck. He'd put on some gains lifting lately and had a tan from the last two weeks of his summer landscaping job. I almost didn't give him permission for manual labor, but Fiedler gave the OK through month 5, and Braden told me I was being overly concerned. "It's healthy, Dad," he said.

Junior saw our gaze and gave his cock a soft stroke. "How long before I start showing, Dads?" he asked. It was wild to see him go through the range of emotions of his first pregnancy. Fear, anticipation, and excitement in varying waves.

"A while," Braden replied. "You're only a month in, Son."

Junior laughed. "I think I thought it would like happen instantly, you know?" He stepped back up to my husband and felt up that big round swell again. "You look so fucking hot, Daddy."

I came to the other side of Brade and slid my hand next to Junior's, kissing alongside my eldest son's neck. "You got three healthy sons growing in there for me."

"Fuck!" Junior hissed. "My little brothers getting big and strong." He leaned in and kissed Braden. A softer kiss. Junior's kissing game was definitely getting better.

"You like that, Bill?" Brade asked quietly.

"Fuck yeah, Daddy. You and I making incest babies at the same time."

That unlocked a ferocity in Braden his kiss with Junior went harder and deeper. I reached over for some lube and wedged my hand between Braden's muscle buns. He's always been a stud but lately his influencer videos had given him the motivation for some real muscle perfection. I wiggled my finger along his pucker and heard him moan in excitement.

"You got your Daddy worked up, Junior," I said, watching my sons make out.

Junior pulled back, an adorable smile on his cute face. "Yeah, sir?" He turned to me. "Does the talk of incest babies turn you on, too, Dad?"

I stepped back to show off my boner. "Rock fuckin' hard, guys." I stepped to Junior and felt up his tight abs. "You got seven and a half glorious months of pregnancy ahead of you, Son."

"Hot," he whispered. And we kissed.

"Let's treat your daddy tonight, OK, kiddo?" I asked.

Junior nodded.

"What do you have in mind?" Brade asked.

I gestured to the bed. "Lie back," I smirked.

It was hot to see the way Braden's big body moved. All muscle with that huge gut sticking out nice and round. As he settled on the mattress, the stomach seemed like a big beach ball. Brade smiled at us and cupped that swell, showing off. "Preg hormones really kicking in, guys. Fuck."

I got in on one side of the bed, and Junior on the other. We didn't coordinate this, but it just felt naturally synchronized. Us kissing and caressing Braden's pregnant body and taking turns sucking his cock. The hottest may have been when Junior and I were both down at Braden's crotch, licking that dick at the same time.

"I think your Daddy is feeling good," I teased.

"Fuck yeah, he is, Dad."

"Wanna make him feel better, kiddo?"

Junior nodded.

"Help me lift his legs, Son."

It took a little more effort than normal but Junior stuffed a pillow beneath Brade's hips. I gave my husband a kiss. "You want a little father-son tag team, Brade?"

He looked at me with almost pleading excitement. "God yeah, Dad."

I kissed him while Junior started rimming him, then prepping the hole with lube.

I looked down and saw Junior between Brade's strong legs, excited as hell. "Feel good, Brade?" I asked.

My husband nodded.

"First time Junior's topping you while pregnant himself."

I saw Junior's dick jerk in excitement before he pushed it down to the right angle. He looked at Braden with some gentle concern. "Ready, Daddy?"

"Yes, Son," Braden hissed and I watched his body tremble at the penetration. He looked at me with wild excitement then back at Junior. "That dick is big, Son."

Junior grinned and slowly slid more into my husband. "You got this, Daddy. Dad's a little bigger than me."

"Barely," came Brade's reply. Then a sigh. "Fuck... that's nice."

Junior took advantage of Braden's inner relaxation to start fucking. Not hard, but a gentle rocking in and out.

"What it like getting fucked when you're that pregnant?" he asked.

"Incredible. Makes your prostate crazy. You're gonna find out," he added.

"Can't wait."

I got up from Braden's side and joined Junior. We kissed, deep and romantic, while Junior fucked and Braden watched. My hand ran up and down Junior's jock body, cupping his ass as he thrust in and out.

He moaned into my mouth before I pulled back. "Good?" I asked Junior softly.

"Fuck yeah, Dad. The best."

Braden was rock hard and his strong body bracing on the mattress as Junior rocked him harder. Not rough, but a real fuck.

"He's knocked up two men, Brade," I said. I knew which buttons to push.

"Fuck, Dad!"

"Didn't even plan it... our boy's just a natural." I looked back at Junior who was grinning proudly.

"You like that, Dads?"

"God, Bill," Braden hissed. "I want you to knock me up next... after I've had the triplets, I want you to fuck me son and put another... oh fuck oh FUCK!"

Already Braden was cumming, hands-free, spurting all over his big hairy belly.

Junior's wired were getting tripped too. "Shit, Daddy," he grunted and I watched his 18-year-old body jerk in hard orgasm, his face getting red from the intensity of it.

He slowly pulled back and out of Brade, and then not so slowly clung to me. "God, Dad. Fuck." His body was warm and sweaty and hard and his dick was still rigid against me.

We kissed.

"Fuck 'im Dad," Junior whispered.

I pulled back. Braden was still lying back, erect and watching us. "You good for seconds, Brade?"

He nodded. "God, Dad.... yeah I am."

I slicked up my dick and got into place. I was gentle, rocking slowly into Braden's very pregnant muscle body. Feeling Junior's seed on my cock was amazing.

Brade was turned on but had already cum and was in a different frame of mind. More focused on me. "You thinking it too, Dad, aren't you."

I nodded. "It always starts out as sex talk, but becomes real," I admitted.

"You know it's your call, Dad," he said.

I'm not sure if Junior knew what the conversation was about. It wasn't coded, but it wasn't direct either. Brade asking for permissions to carry Junior's kid.

We'd cross that bridge when we came to it. For now, I thrust more urgently and felt my orgasm hit.

I grunted and held still, locking eyes on Braden while I felt Junior's warm body press against me.

"Hot, Dad," he whispered in my ear, licking it softly and patting my ass like I had his.

****

We'd stayed up late, and morning came early. It was amazing to wake up between two naked sons, both pregnant with my future sons. I honestly don't think there's any bigger satisfaction for an incest dad. I took a second to rouse and just enjoy that knowledge and their presence near me. Finally, I turned to Junior and whispered. "Time to get up, kiddo."

Junior had a second job working the pro shop at the club, and I had to get ready for the drive with his brothers.

"Hmmm mmm," my son said and then stirred and slid out of bed. We let Brade sleep in.

I showered up first and when I got to the kitchen, Evan and Keith were already there, dressed and ready and eating breakfast. They never get up early and were clearly excited. Keith gave me a knowing look but didn't say anything.

"Give me fifteen?" I asked pouring myself some coffee and a bowl of cereal.

Evan was super excited and started talking about all the ex-pro players who'd be at the football camp.

I was washing the dishes when Junior came in.

"Excited for camp, guys?"

"Yeah Big Bro," Evan said, giving Junior a fist bump.

"You gonna miss us, Step Dad?" Keith asked, strangely sincere.

"Course, Tough Guy," Junior said, coming over and ruffling Keith's hair. Just like I'd done the night before. It was strange to see Junior pick up on his incipient Dad-ness. Brade often said I had a bond with him that was genetic as much as anything, and maybe he was right. Or maybe he just copied me, who knows.

"Don't work too hard," Evan said. "Hell if it was me..."

"Language!" I admonished.

Evan smirked but obeyed. "Heck... if it was me, I'd be enjoying my summer after high school graduation."

Junior shrugged. "You'll probably want a car. Or take a girl on dates. A lot easier with a job." He had a way with Evan that I didn't, because he was a big brother. Evan would listen to him.

"Probably yeah," Ev said. "I'm not in a rush though." He got up and turned to me. "Ready to hit the road, Dad?"

"You bet, Sport."

Junior gave his little brother a hug, "Have a great time, Ev." Then he bid goodbye to Keith as well. "Show em what you got, Tough Guy."

I gave Junior a peck of a kiss before taking leave. "Be back before you're off work. And remember the Newcombs are coming."

"Yep," Junior said, a twinkle in his eye. I'd filled him in on the close relationship Brade had with the other incest couple. They'd be staying with us for a few weeks while their house in Incest Acres got finished.

The drive was only two hours, but it gave some good bonding time with the boys. Evan picked out music he wanted to hear, while Keith bragged about his personal records in our home gym and how he hoped he's get stronger now that he'd started his growth spurt.

"Little Dude," Evan said, using his own pet name for Keith, "You're gonna smoke the competition in high school. You're getting an earlier start than the other guys."

"Yeah?" Keith said. It was interesting to see how he craved Evan's approval.

"Fuck yeah..." then he turned to me. "Sorry, Dad."

I shook my head. "I know you swear, guys. Just learn there's a time and place."

I could see Keith in the rear view mirror. And I knew what he was thinking. When it came to being a time and place for things, Dad should walk the walk, not just talk the talk.

I'd barely pulled up to the camp entrance before Keith and Ev bounded out of the SUV with their oversized duffle bags. I turned off the car and walked to the counselor with my sunglasses on. He looked like a typical ex-player, in his late 30s and super built. I did think with some satisfaction that Brade could give him a run for the money when it comes to a smoking hot body.

"Bill Drake," I greeted, shaking his big mitt of a hand. "Sorry for my boys... they're super excited to be here."

He laughed. "Enthusiasm goes a long way. I'm Mitch Fields. Wanna take a tour?"

I said I had to get back, but had about a half hour to walk around the grounds. I met a couple of the marquis ex-players and a couple of the football dads. As I was walking down an empty hallway toward the side entrance, there was one dad giving his tall beefy linebacker looking son a long hug in the hallway, patting his back and whispering in his ear. "Just two weeks, fella," I finally heard as they parted.

"Yeah, Dad." The jock was older than Evan, more an advanced high school age and the big body to go with it. The oversized T-shirt draped over that football beef, but what caught my attention was a shank of jock dick hard in his mesh shorts.

I pretended I didn't see and walked on by. But I waited outside at the entrance for the father. He had passed on some of those genetics to his son. Tall, beefy, a little beer belly to his construction company T shirt, and a haircut that might have started as a buzzcut but now was an even half inch.

"Hey," I greeted. Pretending I was just checking my phone.

"Hey," he said softly.

I had to play this cool. "Hard to see em go for a couple of weeks, huh?" I said in my dad joke kind of tone. "I mean you want them out of your hair until they're not."

His face lit up. For a gruff, masculine guy he had a strangely soft emotional side.

"First time Jason's away, actually."

I took the initiative to pat his arms in a bro kind of way. "It'll be fine. Good for the kid," I assured him.

He nodded then asked. "What about yours?"

"Got two here. Keith and Evan. They're both eager to be here, but I'll miss 'em for sure." I paused. "Helps that their older brother is at home."

That made the man smile. "He not into ball?"

I shook my head. "Golf's his game. Besides he just graduated high school."

"Congrats," Construction Daddy said.

We were dancing around the subject. We'd probably have to dance some more. "Looking forward to this summer. Junior and I having the chance to get closer."

Daddy blushed. "You close to your boys, too?"

I nodded. "With Junior at least. So proud of the guy, you know," I said. Then added, "So much love."

I could see the man gulp. "Yeah." He was guarded and I understood why.

"I'm not trying to bait you or anything, man, just felt you were a kindred soul." I paused. "My name's Bill."

"Steve," he said, shaking my hand. "OK if we stick to first names?" Still cautious.

"Works for me," I said. "If it's not too forward to say, Steve, I can tell you're a great Dad."

"Thanks," he said, warming up to me. "I do my best."

"All a father can do," I said philosophically.

He paused and looked around before looking at me. "I'm gonna miss him."

"That close, huh?" I asked. Sympathetic.

"That close, Bill." He shrugged his shoulders nervously. He wasn't as tall as me but his beefy bulk made him look tall somehow. "Listen... any chance we could go somewhere and talk?"

"Sure," I said. "Somewhere private?"

He nodded.

I pulled out my phone and found a public park nearby. It would have to do. "Meet here?" I showed him the address.

He got into his truck and followed me. Ten minutes later we were pulling into a parking lot. He got out and I rolled down my window. "Want to get in, bud?"

He did.

"I can't believe this," he hissed as he broke into a laugh and looked at me. "Last thing I expected today."

I nodded. "When I saw you and your boy I had a sixth sense. You were like me."

He paused. Hesitation coming back behind his smile. "How close are you and... Junior?" he remembered the name.

"Boyfriends," I said.

"Fuck. For real?" Construction Daddy had hit the jackpot. As had I.

"For real. And everything that goes with that."

He seemed to think it over. "Jase and I have never used that word, but for all intents and purposes..."

"All the way with your son?" I asked.

He nodded. "All the way... I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I've been dying to scream it out to the world." He stopped.

"Go ahead."

"Last night, I took his cherry. He was coming here for two weeks and he asked me to do it before he came. So I did."

"Pretty fucking magical right?"

"You fuck your boy?"

I nodded. "And his daddy too." I explained, "Junior's an incest kid, conceived him with my son. My oldest son Braden's my husband.""

"Fuck o fuck," he reached down and pawed his jeans. "I know we just met, Bill.. but any chance I could jerk off?"

"Lube's in the glove department." I said. "I may join you." This was a first for me. I hoped I wasn't crossing any lines when it came to my own relationships, but I felt pretty sure Brade and Junior would understand, to say the least.

Steve unzipped. His dick was thick like the rest of him. I pulled down my shorts and lubed up too.

"You got a big one," he observed. "Your sons like it?""

"They love it," I boasted, "It made them." I worked my hand up and down and watched him do the same thing.

"God. That's what Jase is always saying when he sees my pecker."

"That you fucked him into existence?"

"Goddamn, yes." Steve was outright stroking now. "I fucked my own son into existence." He stroked more fervently, locking eyes with me.

"So hot, right? Being with your own son?" I enjoyed being verbal, but it was more than that. I enjoyed showing Steve how hot it was to say this out loud.

He nodded. "Last night... fuck... I thought it would hurt him... but the minute I pushed into him, Jase went wild. Totally fucking wild for my dick."

"The power of incest," I said.

"Are your sons like that?"

"Yeah, man," I replied. "Brade especially. Total fuckin' Daddy's boy." I stroked to match his, only taking a quick glance to make sure we were alone in this parking area. "Even at 41. Taking his dad's cock."

"Shit," the Construction Daddy hissed. "I hope I'm still intimate with Jase when he's 41."

"You will be, bud," I said. Then, "Can I tell you something?"

He looked at me, blue eyes vulnerable as hell. "Sure, Bill."

"Your Jase is an even bigger Daddy's boy than my Brade is."

"Oh FUCK!" he gasped. His wrist working his bone.

"You like that?"

"Damn straight."

"Born to be close with his father. To be sexual with his father..."

"...yeah?" Steve's hand was stroking faster.

"And if you asked, Steve... he'd be psyched if you proposed to him."

That did it, the beefy man grunted and his face grew red. His cum didn't shoot far, but instead dribbled over his fingers.

"Umfff..." he gasped as he big burly body heaved.

I shot, too, watching him and getting turned on by how excited he was. As I came to I gave him a smile. "There's napkins in the glove compartment. Get me a couple too will ya?"

"Yeah," he said.

We wiped off and tucked back in.

"All right... I should go." He didn't quite dart from the front seat, like I have expected.

"Can I show you some pics before you go?" I asked.

"What kind of pics?" His tone was intrigued but cautious.

"G rated," I said. "But I figured I saw your Jason, you could see what my Braden and Bill Jr look like."

He grinned. Sure thing.

I pulled up some of my favorite recent photos I kept on my phone.

"Good looking men, Bill," he said, blue eyes flitting up at me. "At first I thought you were bullshitting me."

"No bullshit," I said. "If you and Jason ever wanna come visit, you have an open invitation." I already imagine those guys joining in a group scene.

He pulled back into his side. "Not sure about that."

"Let me give you my number, at least... if you ever want to talk."

This big man seemed strangely excited and shy at the same time. "I'd like that."

I gave him my number which he typed into his phone, which he slid into his pocket. He then gave me one intense look. "Thanks, Bill... I can't wait to tell Jason."

"I can't wait to tell Braden and Junior," I said.

He opened the door and got out, shutting it behind him before strutting back to his truck.

****

The drive back seemed to go quickly. I was pleased to see a car already in the driveway. The Newcombs had arrived. Junior wasn't back from the club yet but Braden was talking to the guys while the twins played there in the den with him.

"Bill!" Doug beamed as he got up and came to meet me in a bear hug and a quick kiss. "You son of a gun... it's been too long."

"It has," I said, pulling back and taking in how fucking handsome Doug Newcomb was. Just this side of 50 and looking movie star handsome. I patted his shoulder and looked past him. There was his son, Eric Newcomb, all graduated from college and ready for his new life in this subdivision.

"Hey Mr. Drake," he said, his voice deeper than I remembered.

But that wasn't the only thing that had changed. Eric Newcomb, ex football jock, was now very visibly pregnant.

"I wanted to tell you guys in person," Doug boasted. "But you Drake men inspired us. No looking back now, huh, Son," he said, placing his arm over Eric's meaty shoulder.

"Nah, Dad. It's totally for real now."

Doug turned to Braden. "And look here... triplets.. I mean, yeah you told me, but you look incredible Braden."

"Thanks, Doug."

Doug patted his stomach's belly through the Cornhuskers T-shirt which stretched over it. "OK if Eric and I have one-on-one time tonight? I wanna celebrate our new life here..."

"Have all the privacy you want, gentlemen," I said. "I can show you to your room... plenty of space in the house."

Eric laughed. "Room to grow the family, right, Mr. Drake?"

“Understatement guys,” Braden laughed, patting his belly.

[kbagraces]

Flip A Switch - Lando Norris

Lando Norris Mafia AU

As much as we try to suppress the stigma, strong women will continue to be perceived as intimidating until you learn to love us.

THIS IS DISCONTINUED PLZ READ NO TIME TO DIE INSTEAD - SAME PLOT BUT BETTER

PART 1 - Unnecessary Violence

Women are small. They should act naive, innocent and weak. That's what you were told. That's what i was still told. Mother said it's the most attractive thing a girl can be. My brother said it's the safest thing a girl can be. Daddy said it is the most stupid thing that i could be. 'Be strong', daddy said and to that i would reply with what my mother and brother had instilled into me. Anger would rise up, "You're a bright girl y/n, but you trust too easily. That'll do you no good if you follow in my footsteps."

I wanted to follow in his footsteps, i really did, but i was stuck in the contrasting beliefs of society and my father's expectations. I wanted to do him proud, he after all risked his life everyday to keep our family safe. But i was just a girl, what could i have done?

Daddy never got a real funeral, that's just the way it was for us kind of people. I think of him everyday, but no one dares to utter his name which leaves my mind to be his only place of rest. After he passed, my mother went awol, i haven't seen her in months. My brother is now mad with power, thinking that he can drag daddy's organisation from the pits it collapsed into. He is wrong. Daddy always said Keegan didn't have the ability to work in such a treacherous environment, but of course he never listened.

"Keegan, daddy wouldn't have wanted this. This is so far from how he'd organise things" I exclaimed, chasing after him down the halls of our family home. It was supposed to be an 'event' of sorts to celebrate my fathers life, too little too late i thought, Keegan never celebrated his life when he was actually alive. I was certain this was an attempt at gloating to his so called peers about his ever so important role, despite it being quite the contrary, he is only making things worse, which is literally impossible, but somehow not for Keegan.

"Just because you were dad's favourite does not mean that you know how to run this company, y/n. You're still a little girl. You know nothing. I learnt it all the day Dad bailed on us. Stop acting like he was a Saint, because, if you actually knew anything about how to run this, you would know he was far from it."

I wanted to fight back, but causing a seen was wrong, unnecessary and exactly what he wanted, and you would see me dead before I followed another mans orders, related or not.

The halls were starting to burst with people. The luxurious fabric of suits and gowns brushing against my bare arms as a turned from my brother and stormed away from his ignorance.

The corners of my mouth slightly turned upwards as i caught glimpses of those that i knew but not enough to allow them to want to stop for a conversation. The amount of people i didn't know however most certainly outweighed those that i did and that was how my brother worked. Quantity, not quality. All ego, no class, clarifying to me that this is in no way what my father would've wanted and is unfortunately all down to my brothers stupidity and selfishness.

The mafia is a dangerous place. Being the daughter of a previously feared leader does underpin you with some stereotypes. I, however, wasn't as conformist as the other girls that i knew. I wouldn't let the sleazy sons of other organisations tempt me into going against my family for a below average shag in the back of a stolen car. I'd like to think i had a little more class. As i looked disgustingly at the girls who were doing just that the mingling started as the sound of erratic jazz music drowned out the painfully boring conversations of controversy. Not even a week earlier most individuals were likely to have been literally at war.

I glanced across the room, my mothers 'friends' dotted around, judgemental scowls plastered across their faces. There we certainly some unusual and dangerous occurrences unfolding in front of me.

The jazz music cut off abruptly as my brother clambered on stage a few feeble looking goons following him in a pathetic attempt in looking intimidating, my hand instantly raising in humiliation.

"Well, that's embarrassing." the presence beside me uttered into my ear. My eyes raising in the attempt to recognise who the husky voice came from. Empty eyes were starring into mine, looking as disappointed as i was at my brothers underwhelming speech that he's spluttering out. I hummed in agreement turning back to the mess unfolding in front of me.

"I'm Lando."

Lando.

I recognised his face, flashes of my fathers profiles flickered through my mind as i tried to put name and face to his crime. He once worked here, but was found to be a rat.

"Norris?" Rat.

His eyebrow raised along with the slight quiver of the corner of his lip. "Impressive, you really are your fathers daughter. Perhaps it should be you that is up there." He nodded towards the stage.

An unsettling feeling rushed through my body, pushing his shoulder i questioned, "what do you think you're doing here? Do you not have an inch of respect?"

"I-"

He was cut off as Keegan pinned me as the next victim of his embarrassing 'speech' if you could even label it that. "And there she is." His eyes dark, filled with hatred. "The attention seeker of the family. The reason that dad died. The reason that i was neglected as a child. My father never appreciated me, i was the one destined for this life. I worked so hard to make him proud but princess y/n/n always stole the limelight. Which is why, you're out sis." He spat.

I felt empty, shocked. Out?

A hand wrapped around my bicep dragging me through the crowds of people. My senses finally kicked in after i was out of the hall.

I shook off the grip, "get off me!" I yelled. One of brothers goons looking into my eyes. "Out." He stated, nodding his head towards the entrance of my home. I tilted my head in shock.

"No. Fuck you. This is my fucking house. Who do you think you are?" My arm swung for his face, knuckles connecting to his cheek with unexpected force, after the shock had escaped him he grabbed my arms, pinning me to the wall my face pressing onto the cool surface. I felt the barrel of a gun press into my skull. Fuck. "You just find it so easy to fuck things up don't you. Keegan didn't say kill you, but i do fancy seeing your brains splattered against this wall."

"Why because you think it'll make Keegan love you a little bit more. Aw so cute-," i heard the gun being cocked and then suddenly all of the pressure he held against me fled my body, bang.

Swinging round, I was expecting pain to hit my body, nothing came. There he was lying on the floor, Lando standing above him, gun in hand starring at the victim on the floor. Silence filled the corridor and the hall that i was just forced out of. "Out. Now." he glared at me, his eyes flickering to the entrance doors behind me.

We began walking towards the doors before the guest in hall, looked out in curiosity to see a dead boy on the floor, blood pouring from his head. "I didn't need your help." I demanded as we excited what was once my home.

A snort left his nose, "you know, some how i don't think that is true and you're welcome by the way." We reached his car, to which he nodded his head to.

"You're joking, right? You really are mad if you think i'm going anywhere with you, whether you saved my life or not, i do not want to be around you.", now it was my turn to laugh.

"So you admit that i saved your life?" I rolled my eyes and began to walk down the road.

"They'll be after you. We can help you." he shouted down the road.

"See you around, Norris." I yelled back. No way in Hell am giving him what he wants, at least not right away.

***

Keegan hadn't tried to find me, but opposing gangs had and although i can certainly fight my own in a 'normal' situation, when fifteen groups of ruthless and revenge hungry men are after you it becomes hard to leave your house.

"You could just give Norris a bell." Mandi suggested. Sitting in her box room which in fact had been my bedroom for the last two weeks. She was my only friend and the only one who knew everything about me. But things such as what she just stated shows how she can still be so out of touch.

"No."

"Y/n. Think about it. Your life is at risk and as much as your dad hated the McLarens*, he would've hated you dying more." She attempted to reason, and she was right,. "And who gives a damn about your brother, do you not want to help McLaren in taking him down? He literally tried to kill you!" she exclaimed.

Rolling my eyes, "well no he didn't, just one of his goons."

"You trust too easily. Please just think about it, gorgeous. You're the strongest person i know but right now, you can not fight this battle alone." She sighed getting up from my bed, "love you, goodnight."

"Night Mands."

I don't need your help, but I think we can come to a mutual deal.

-y/n

Y/n, I knew you'd come round. Are you currently busy?

Yes i'm going to bed. I'll discuss terms tomorrow. Night.

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Masterlist

A/N

*im using the car names as gang names as I'm just that uncreative!

[rikeijo]

Today's translation #1001

Yuri!!! on FESTIVAL

Part 1.

Yuuri: En~'ya en~'ya! Ah, so nostalgic! I haven't been on a festival for a long time!

Victor: Amazing! Wow, so this is Hasetsu-kun-chi?

Y: Victor, 'Hasetsu Kunchi'. If you say 'Hasetsu-kun-chi' it sounds like you mean 'Hasetsu-kun's place'. On Kyushu, 'kunchi' means 'festival'. [It's a joke about Japanese language intonation]

V: Yuuri, Yuuri!! Look, look! A lot of sumo wrestlers there!

Y: They are not sumo wrestlers. They wear 'fundoshi'. Fundoshi is well... How to explain it? You can say, it's an official costume for a festival. Hasetsu Kunchi style is a happi worn over white underwear.

V: Woah! I like fundoshi!

Y: Ughh…

V: Something's wrong?

Y: No, it's just… Hangover.

V: Hahaha, you were amazing last night! I've never thought you would do something like that…

Y: Have I done something again…?

V: You don't remember? Last night, you know? You…

Y: Stop, stop, stop! Don't tell me. Sometimes not knowing makes you a happier person.

Y: "Hasetsu Exihibition ~Onsen on ICE~ Victor with Friends" was a huge success, but I drank too much, again… Well, as usual, but… Huh? Speaking about that… Where are 'with friends'?

Yurio: Waaaaa! So fucking cool!!

Y: Yurio!

Yurio: So-so fucking cool, Hasetsu-kun-chi!!!

Y: What you just said means 'Hasetsu-kun's place is really cool'.

V: What kind of festival Hasetsu Kunchi is?

Y: It's a festival to thank for harvests.

V: So it's a harvest festival!

Yurio: Oi! What's that over there?! Looks like those vehicles in Mad Max: Fury Road!!!

Y: Those are called 'hikiyama', it's a dashi… Ah, I have no idea… How I should explain this to foreigners...?

Yurio: So fucking cool!

Y: Hikiyama have various shapes, and each one has a story behind it!

V: Is that enormous squid over there that men ride on also a hikiyama?

Y: Yes, that one is called 'Ankoku Ika Aramitama'

Yurio: Ankoku… Ika… Aramitama… Dark… Squid… Wild… Heart.

Y: It's an old story, but the Squid tried to destroy the whole world once.

Yurio: A squid...? How could a squid possibly destroy the whole world!? Can a squid destroy the whole world?!

Y: It sprayed everything with it's squid darkness ink.

Yurio: For real!? A fucking cool squid!

Y: They say that this is the origin of Hasetsu Kunchi - to calm the Squid down, people sung and danced, trying to appeal, appeal and appeal to the Squid to calm it down, and that's how they saved the world. Well, it's like a story for kids.

V: Wow! Saving the world by appealing to a squid sounds very innovative! Maybe we should make it your new Short Program, Yuuri? This year it will be a squid dance in fundoshi!

Y: Squid dance in fundoshi would get me expelled from the skating world on top of getting minus points.

Yurio: Squid dance in fundoshi? Isn't that what shit-faced Shitcutlet [Kusokatsu] was doing last night? Together with his dad…

Y: I don't want to be a human any longer…

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<Chris' monologue>

En~'ya en~'ya!

So this is Hasetsu Kunchi, yeah? I love festivals! Woah! Traditional Japanese Thong! Exciting! It has the potential to make the ice all wet… I came all the way here to visit Hasetsu, so it seems to be worth trying on… Where can I try it on? Let's ask that man over there, wearing Traditional Japanese Thong.

Ah, excuse me? I want to be your… your… fundoshi. When it's okay for you? [He wanted to say: I want to put on your fundoshi. Is it alright?]

Oh, he seems surprised… That caused quite a stir… Probably my Japanese wasn't right.

If that's the case, let's show them this… [shows a picture in a Japanese book] yes!! I wanna try... fundoshi!! Ah, he got it now! Yes, the same! Ah! Now is the time, when I can put the fundoshi on… Ah! So this is fundoshi… Freedom and danger combined together… I pretty like it.

Oh? Are you going to let me climb on this Kabuto shrine? Is it really okay? Woah! Fantastic!

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Yuuri: Where is everyone? Even Yurio disappeared…

Victor: It's so interesting how Hasetsu Kunchi has so many types of hikiyamas. How many is there?

Y: Let me think… In total, there is 14. They say that in the past there were 15 of them, but one is gone now. The one that disappeared is 'Ame no Chihoko-nushi Ogami'.

V: Chihoko…?!

Y: ...nushi Ogami. If I remember correctly it's a deity that has a power over good harvest, marriage, harmonious family life and love.

V: ...is it a female deity?

Y: Nope, Ame no Chihoko-nushi Ogami doesn't have a gender. It's a deity that gives love to all living beings and it's called the highest of all deities.

V: Why did it disappear?

Y: It was long ago, so what exactly happened is unknown… Some say that it burned in a fire that broke out, some say that Ankoku Ika Aramitama killed it. The legend has it that when the world is once again filled to the brim with love, it will come back to us.

V: Love, hmm?

Y: Ah Victor, look! A hikiyama comes this way! That one is Shuten-dōji and kabuto helmet hikiyama… Wait, what is that? …isn't it like... wet? Who's over there, on top of it...?

V: Oh look at it, it's topped by an Eros, that I've seen somewhere before!

Y: Extreme Eros is oozing from it…! Isn't it… Chris?! He's getting lifted up, on top of the helmet. It's a difficult position, with pose change… He wants to get level 4 for that!

Chris: Oh? Isn't it Victor and Yuuri over there?

Y: Stop getting down from portable shrines in slow-motion triple salchows.

Chris: How do you like it? My Traditional Japanese Thong?

Y: How to put it... It really stands out, because Chris is the only one with a body of an athlete… in other words, Chris' Eros is impressive…

Chris: I'm thinking about making it my costume for next season.

Y: I think it's against the rules and will cost you 15 points deduction.

Chris: Ah, right... So what about an exhibition program? I can skate with Victor, as a pair…

V: Good idea! Fundoshi Bomb!

Chis: I and Victor will make the ice all wet with our Fundoshi Bomb.

Y: No, no, no, no. I absolutely don't allow for this to happen. Making ice wet isn't a good idea!

V: We also should join Chris and change to Hasetsu Kunchi style, Yuri? We are on a Festival right now! It's boring if there are people who don't participate… Participating in a festival is a very meaningful thing to do. Yuuuri... Yuuuri…!

Y: Even if you show me this cute face of yours, the answer is still no. I think I told you that I have a hangover and I don't feel that good?

Victor＆Chis: En~'ya! En~ya!

Y: I'm not changing to Kunchi style, absolutely not! Absolutely I'm not changing.

[Note: That's the first part out of three! The next parts will come in the near future~✨

Can you guess why Yuuri doesn't want to change to fundoshi?

It's transcribed by me from you know where hihi🤫 I highly recommend listening to it, especially to Chris... It's ultra funny.

✨✨Watashi wa... Anata no... Anata no... Fundoshi... ni... naritai.✨✨]

[joydoesathing]

heres a challenge say everything you love about every single tnmn characters

BET ( but only some doppels will count and the rest don't)

Neighbors

Roman - I like me some serious no-nonsense/ i-am-done-with-life looking guy in accounting :). But he seems to also be actually someone with a soft spot for some things and is actually a really nice and chill dude

Lois - She's so pink and plump and has a beauty mark/mole (people with moles will always have a bonus in my book)

Albertsky - He gives grumpy uncle vibes. Looks like would probably throw hands without hesitation if the situation calls for it

Robertsky - He silly. Love the little quirks in his dialogue where he just greets the doorman "Hi." and says "I look as handsome as ever". Also, I love his outfit. Bro may have no eyebrows and neck visible, but his clothes slay so hard . Like there is no reason why his fit should have a fancy little blue scarf, but yet it does .11/10 XD

Angus - He's a devious looking little shit >:))). And he wears purple and is Italian.

Elenois and Selenne - They pretty women and have a mole

Arnold - His design is just SO CUTE. He reminds me of Jake from Adventure Time with his mustache. But mostly it's the eyes for me. I like to imagine that his eyes would kind of work like this

Gloria - Gives literal ✨Q U E E N ✨ (she could slap me up to the stratosphere and I wouldn't be that mad). Purple and has a mole. Her golden eyes are mesmerizing too

Izaack - His name's cool and he has the stare-into-your-soul blue anime ahh looking eyes

Margarette - Gives nice little auntie vibes and she knows how to make clothes. I would legit ask her for dressmaking tips just so that I could make historical clothes (I love fashion history)

Nacha - Honestly, when I first played the game, she scared the shit out of me because of the Stitchface doppel and I haven't seen her the same for a bit. But after I figured out she's a mom, she didn't seem that bad and I grew quite fond of her. And she cooks too (If you can see a pattern here, I like people who give of parental/familial vibes)

Anastacha - Girl literally gives the doorman attitude like she owns the place XD

Mia - Again, pretty woman. Love the style of her red dress with the pearls.

Dr. W. - Fucking nerd (affectionate)

Francis- The milkman fit looks nice with his face (but I still get war flashbacks from the plethora of thrists arts and the "save the cow, milk the milkman" line being done to death)

Steven - Here's me being a basic bitch rn, but I really, REALLY love them real rugged guy guys (military soldiers, firemen etc.) That, and also he's a tan boi.

Mclooy - Same reason why I like Steven + He's a DILF/GILF. Also I love to point out a little observation of how him and Steven are one of the most American and typically masculine people I can think of (it's quite endearing for me). A military guy and cowboy in one family? They've probably asked what a kilometer is at one point in their adult life.

Alf - He's so tiny and looks so polite. Posh looking lawyer. I love sweet old grandpas.

Rafttellyn - She gives marites energy (it's a Filipino term, you can go search it up) with her dress and style. No joke, she would low-key fit in with these people.

Even her name sounds Filipino to me with the -lynn at the end of her. I even jokingly pronounce her name as rap-ti-lin.

Others + VIPs

Henry: Looks like he really never signed up for the doorman job frfr XD

D.D.D : Amongus???????

Clown Mask: Silly face behind mask

Nightmare Clown: I like how the guy just gets so MAD and in denial when he loses the game in Unlikely, he phases out of the astral plane XD.

Keppler: He may not have a face or proper lore yet, but all I know is that he messed up big time and I wanna know how he's handling that.

42: Reminds me of that one time in science class when we were observing fingerprint patterns

Peach Peach: Probably one peach seed is his only brain cell that's floating around his brain space

Ghost Mask and The Flesh Nurse: Cool looking designs. Do they have lore???

Nightmares

Xezbet - Gargamel looking aah

Drugia - Arabian NIIIIIIGHTS ~~~~~ like Arabian DAAAYS~~~~~~. She looks like a genie :)

Barbatos- Chonky and spiky

Excel - Chonky and spiky, Christmas ham looking ahhh

Abducius - Well, he still has the little devious smile

Anazareth and Lilith - Pretty witchy ladies. Though I like Anazareth a lot more.

Chaugnar - *Siri, please play Ganesha by MASA Works Design". Also elephant <3

Nyogtha- Nice little details with her eyes

Zoth - I like his red robe (?)

Shub - Thick Medusa and she has a little heart shaped tattoo on her forehead

Yog - The fact that he was probably intentionally made to be a Great Value Edward Cullen by Nacho sama as an inside joke about Francis' simps

Quachil - Cute biblically accurate angel. And she floats

Yan - Ooh Chinese mythology reference.

Orcus - "Thirty years since all this happened, thirty years it took to rise. Blood on the floor and in their eyes, they took a bite and left it to die-". I had a FNAF phase before so this was a funny throwback

Ishtar - Goofy ass smile (affectionate)

Teutates - So, does he play in a band ??? XD

Ah Puch - Cutie pie that looks like a slasher villain. Also the surname tho? Gives me The Book of Life flashbacks

Dagda - Bug eyed scarecrow. He does have cool looking mouth stitches

Izanami - Ooooh Japanese mythology reference

[wheelsnipecelebrini]

I failed at not throwing my hat into the ring about That Article. Whoops!

It's truly been fascinating to see the number of angles from which the writer has managed to piss people off. Like damn! That was not a brief post, but I could probably write 6x its word count and not be done saying things about it, and frankly none of them are particularly kind. It's hard to know where to start.

But I think neonfretra hit the nail on the head when they said that probably a core reason this article is pissing everyone off is that it's not doing what it asserted. It's not in any way a successful analysis of masculinity in hockey, "changing" or otherwise, because that's ultimately not what it's about. Of course its gender analysis is flimsy as hell and its dashed-off references to race and xenophobia feel emptily perfunctory and it seemingly thinks the writer and his friends invented woman+ interest in sports and its supporting proof of hockey's changing standards (my guy are you seriously asserting the boston bruins invented goalie head taps or whatever in 2022) all seem to be from three years ago, because it's about a particular subset of stan twitter trying to make sense of and defend their love of the game and the fandom. Which imho is actually a good thing; I think self-reflection is great, but in order to do that successfully you have to be clear on what you're looking at. "Why do I like this thing?" is a different question than "why is this thing so gay, actually?" I'm a gay person, I can make anything gay. Me making it gay and it being gay are not the same thing, actually, and it's a real unforced error to confuse the two. The piece itself comes off as pretty confused on that point despite defining the distinction in its preamble.

So that's one thing that I'm stuck on, the way these assessments of gender and queerness seem to take for granted that they're grounded in factual observation / serious study and not projection.

I don't know how you look at a group of like-minded people all deciding Quinn Hughes is eldest daughter-coded and never entertain the idea that this says a lot about those people and really nothing at all about Quinn Hughes. Fixating on the idea of Mitch Marner being the first male victim of misogyny is pretty shallow and unserious in part because that's kind of one of the core foundations of the enforcement of masculinity, that the worst thing a man can be is a woman; neither hockey nor sports generally invented it and the last few years of hockey fandom didn't invent calling it out. Mitch Marner is not remotely close to the first male person who gets shit shoveled at him because he's perceived to be doing personhood in a feminine way, and I shouldn't need to explain that to someone who is positing that they've unlocked hockey gender with One Weird Trick.

I'm not the first to point out that the writer confidently describing Brock Boeser's reaction to his "Mr. Sensitive" nickname as "playful" seems like a serious misreading. You can be very happy to see something in your favorite fixations that makes you feel seen etc, but you feeling seen or validated does not mean that that's what's on offer. I'm glad that people find it relatable, interesting, and wonderful to see men crying, but I'm uncomfortable that they seemingly haven't entertained the idea that the crying men perhaps conceive of their public tears quite differently than the gender studies enthusiast and/or fandom critter observing them might. Do you get what I mean? It feels, to me, akin to someone without prompting telling a fat person that the bravery they exhibit by wearing a crop top and not hiding their belly rolls makes them, someone seeing said fat person, feel better about their own bodily imperfections. Like maybe that's true, but you might wanna sit with that for a second and also conclude that it's an inside thought. "You're so brave for not being able to stifle tears about your dying father, it makes me feel like your gender is getting less problematic to enjoy" -- thanks I guess??? In some ways, all of this is basically agreeing with the regressive enforcement and conceptions of gender but doing it with a thumbs up. "Yeah man we all agree Mitch Marner is a girly little fruit, but when I say it I'm being approving."

Again, you can have these conversations, you can force-femme hockey players to the ends of gender and back with any degree of sincerity that appeals to you. These are public people, you ain't hunting them for sport. Go ahead! It's fun! But being convinced that your identification with or fixation on a public figure you do not know says something definitive about them or the milieu in which they exist and were formed is not particularly, uh. Good. To say nothing of the fact that "man is the Bad Gender and being Less Man is intrinsically Better" plays into some really, really tired transphobic nonsense. If you need to mitigate the man-ness of your blorbos in order to feel like you're enjoying them in a god-honoring way, then that's a you thing and I think it might be preferable to leave Johnny Gaudreau out of it. Somewhat relatedly, a cursory skimming of more than the last few years might have lead you to the treasure trove of fics and other fandom errata about the dainty woman-coded sensitivity of a certain player formerly on the Chicago Blackhawks, and I think we all know how insightful that perception ended up being. Many such cases, as they say.

I could go on and on and on in What The Hell Are They Teaching In Gender Studies Classes These Days and so many other ways, but I think it's probably good to cut myself off here, especially because it's all already been talked to death. Dear god do not release the next two parts, this is not the enrichment any of us need in any of our enclosures.

[kitsune-pop]

i have feelings about b-127 from transformers one

(also spoilers for the movie)

I've seen plenty of discourse around b, we all have. "he's annoying and cringe!" "he ruins the movie!!" etc. I'm not here to talk about your personal preference in comedic relief. I want to talk about b in a way I haven't seen anyone do before (and if someone has tag me I wanna discuss things!)

tfo is pretty clearly a story about disenfranchised workers reclaiming their rights and autonomy. fairly cut and dry. orion and d-16 have different ideas on how to enact change, plot moves forward. but b does stand out amongst the cast as the only one who isn't completely destroyed by the revelation of sentinel's betrayal, nor does he go through a radical personality change like Orion, d-16 or even elita. he stays his lovable self

why is that?

b admits himself that he got reassigned to burn pit duty. he plays it off, but it's made abundantly clear that he's unhappy. his work station is treated like a dungeon, and it very well may be! they had to climb up 50 levels of trash just to get out! which begs the question; did they have to sneak past 49 other trash watchers? or did the other ones just ignore them?

are the sublevels only for the ones the enforcers don't like or have any use for?

I'm going to pivot to talk about myself and my experiences. (we'll get back to b in a sec) I am very neurodivergent. autism, ADHD, cptsd and likely others that I haven't figured out yet. it's hard for me to keep a job. whether it's overstimulation, rude customers callous or abusive management, I lose my job a lot

I've never once quit

every time I've been fired, it's come out of the blue. no warnings, no talk about "how to improve your performance." just walk in, walk out an hour later unemployed. and it's always over something that I have no real control over. and it's because I'm neurodivergent. I know it is. I'm loud, make obnoxious jokes, talk too much, pretty much everything b does

and I'm punished for it

it's always the same way; they find some way to shove me out of sight. I'm certainly not an amazing worker, but I follow the rules and make sure all my work is done before I clock out. I'm worth more to keep than to train a new person. so I'm sent to a department that no one goes to. or I get locked into a night shift that takes over a year for me to escape from only after the manager who put me there quit. I'm not stupid, I know why. I'm off-putting to neurotypical people. so I clam up, shut down, become an automaton for whatever company I work for

and it doesn't matter

my managers always find some mundane thing I did wrong literally months in the past and use it as an excuse to fire me. it's happened three separate times and I can even see my current managers gearing up to do the same thing

I'm b, and b is me

he represents the coworker you don't like, the obnoxious neighbor who's too nosy, the friend of a friend who tries way too hard to be funny. he's the guy who you shove in a corner and forget about and he deserves freedom and autonomy too

I deserve freedom and autonomy

we all deserve it, it is our right as human beings to not be viewed as pieces of a machine to be shattered beyond repair and replaced when necessary. regardless of whether or not you enjoy spending your personal time around me. Orion and d are both unsettled by b, but quickly realize that he just wants to have real, not garbage (literally) friends. and then they realize that, yeah he's annoying, but he's kind, big hearted and just an overall sweet guy

I wish someone felt that way about me when they see me so disassociated at my job I can barely register the words they're saying to me

I wish a single one of my previous managers understood that about me

I wish I didn't live in constant fear that my apartment, my cats and my food weren't all at risk just because someone doesn't like my vibe

is it any wonder why they stood up and fought for themselves? is it any wonder that d became Megatron when he realized that his superiors viewed him and all his protocol following glory as nothing more than trash to be pushed around? is it any wonder how angry he got when he realized he was a single simple mistake from being forgotten?

...sorry, I got a little emotional at the end there

b-127 in transformers one means a lot to me

not because I see myself in him

but because I see my loved ones in him

[l0v3tast3]

ooh can i request a 141 witha reader that has bad abandonment issues and needs constant reassurance?

if it’s to much please then don’t do it, don’t wanna make you write something you don’t want to

but if you do mwah ily! ❤️❤️

as someone with severe abandonment issues. and also needs constant reassurance. thank you for this request lmao also mwah ily2 !!! (っ˘ω˘ς ) this was rlly cute to write lol also sorry this took like a month im finally trying to get caught up on requests lmaoo

✎ tags: gn!reader, young military reader, angst, mentions of violence, comfort, fluff

✎ word count: 900 words (not proofread)

masterlist | requests

✧ ˖ ° they all notice it when your eyes shift towards theirs for their approval when you do well during training, when you never say "no" to whatever they ask you to do for them. they think you're just eager to please. you're the shiny new recruit to the team, beaming bright and always ready to take on your next task, so they brush it off.

✧ ˖ ° simon is the first to really figure out how deep your servitude runs, what the real reason behind it is. it's during one of your missions together, him and johnny and you in a firefight. johnny gets separated from the two of you and he can nearly feel the panic radiating off of you at the thought of your teammate, your friend, being gone. you do a good job of concealing it, of pushing through it to clear the area before you bolt to go looking for him.

✧ ˖ ° it clicks for simon so quickly because he's been where you are before. he's felt that trepidation too many times, the dread dripping cold down his spine when the other end of the radio goes silent. he's felt that same dizzying relief when you both reunite with johnny and your shoulders visibly relax. so when you're all back at base and you're hanging back while you fiddle with your gear, he pats a heavy hand on your shoulder with a gruff "y'did good, kid," before he walks away.

✧ ˖ ° kyle doesn't quite figure it out in the same depth as simon, but he picks up on the way you get nearly giddy at any kind of praise or validation and how anxious you seem to get when you think you haven't done something as well as they want you to. as he gets to know you and grows more and more fond of you, he'll make it a point to encourage you and try his best to help you build your confidence in your abilities. it's subtle and obvious at the same time, a quick "nice shot!" over the radio during missions and a huffed "are you ever gonna let me win?" while you're sparring together.

✧ ˖ ° it's not something that's spoken between you two, but you know he'll always be there for you. being the closest in age (and social media knowledge) helps you both to bond quickly and strongly when you join the team, and eventually people start joking that the two of you are attached at the hip. and it's pretty much true; when you aren't together you're texting, sending memes back and forth and talking about how bored or entertained you were in the moment. during missions, you're checking in with each other every few minutes, to the point where simon starts getting annoyed.

✧ ˖ ° price can see it in you the same way he can see it in so many of the recruits that join the military seeking purpose and approval. you're looking for a reason that others will give you to keep going, and he wants to tell you that you need to find your own reason, that you will find your own reason, but it's not something for him to explain. instead, he'll show you a gentleness that he doesn't often show; it's not outright obvious, not enough that others besides probably the rest of the 141 will notice, but it's enough that you'll see it. encouragement and very slowly helping you build your confidence is the road price takes to help you. quiet affirmations after training sessions, positive feedback surrounding the negative, a heavy hand thumping against your back when you do well- price is quiet, but he notices.

✧ ˖ ° as for johnny, well... he's not oblivious, per say, but he'll be somewhere along the "realization scale" close to kyle. it's not something that he's personally worried about himself all that much. johnny knows his talents and capabilities, and the confidence he's built up after a decade in the military is unquestionable. but you haven't had as long as him, as any of them to climb to their level of self-assurance, and he's aware of that much at least.

✧ ˖ ° when he sees you struggling internally with your self-doubt, johnny always swoops in with something to lighten your mood. he brings up that you've mastered a particular move in training already or how impressed he was that you're already able to bring himself down while sparring. johnny sticks near you when he can; he'll eat meals with you and work out with you and just enjoy your company during your free time at the base. if he sees you struggling with something during training, you become certain that he'll always pull you aside after everyone leaves and help you until you've got it down.

✧ ˖ ° as a whole, the men of the 141 task force aren't great at outright reassurance and emotional help. they're hardened soldiers who've proven their worth time and time again, but they know you haven't had a chance to yet. so with their unknowingly combined forces, they'll do their best to make sure you do get that chance, to make sure that you know how much of an irreplaceable and valuable cog in their well-oiled machine you've become.

[zarvasace]

I read your Linked Nexus AU fic about the Depths drive being on the fritz and Warriors thus being displaced, and if I'm understanding the mechanics correctly, the Depths drive essentially teleports the Epona (and everything in it), right? I thought it was supposed to generate a portal or something, but I'm having a hard time finding information about it on your blog.

AAAAHHHH okay okay I'm cool. Cool. Yeah I can talk about this a little! I don't think I've done so anywhere. (Hi gryphon!! Always nice to see you around!!)

I think the only hint as to the intended function of the Depths drive is in Input:

“Three. Two. One.” Something clicks under Sky’s hands, and the ship shudders beneath Twilight’s feet. A rumble of a frequency barely out of his hearing range ripples through the metal and plastic.  The world warps.  ... And then it stops, everything calm as they float in the Depths dimension, just enough time for Twilight to suck in a traumatized breath that tastes of soil and ozone before something else clicks— The sound starts up again, and seems to stretch even further. Twilight's hands are too large. He can’t breathe. A bright neon light bombilates into his head, a harsh crashing that fades a second later.  His head still vibrates a little when everything settles, this time in the real world again.

Also shout-out to the word "bombilate" there helping to describe a weird brain thing that happens to me sometimes that I inflicted on poor Twilight here.

So what the Depths drive actually does is transport the ship and people into an alternate dimension where spacetime is not quite the same, then out of it again. The Depths dimension is meant to be truly alien and currently very unknowable—the people who made the drive know very little about it. They don't know if anything lives over there, or where the conditions do or do not spell danger for a ship, so... The solution was to let the drive linger there as little as possible. But because of the folded space and eldritch nature of the Depths dimension, you can travel massive amounts of space in an instant. Possibly even time. It's less of a portal and more of a "sucking the ship through a straw and spitting them out then doing it again"

(this is, unintentionally, similar to the way the Drift works in the Starfinder setting. Oops. But it isn't 1:1!)

I believe it's Four who mentions, in a fic I can't recall at the moment (a long walk maybe?), that the Depths drive seems to work on intention, and he kind of hates that. I don't currently have an underlying scheme for the way all this works, but I do know that the magic/energy of the Depths is guided by intention. That's why you can send manned ships in and get a good result, but drones can't usually go where their controllers expect. The Epona is usually guided by Sky, the pilot, who has such a clear idea and strong intention that they usually get where they need to go.

The Depths drive also works on some specific energy inside of it—as the drive is used, tiny particles of that energy go inert bit by bit. The more inert particles there are, the less predictable the drive's results are; that is, the less accurately it's able to read the intention of the most driven person in the vicinity. They can't jump accidentally, due to the way you have to charge the drive up, but they can go somewhere they didn't mean to (possibly with some meta fail-safes in place with regards to how close to a planet or other mass they can get.)

(I also have a tiny note in my head about how Hylians' and Deities' intentions are perhaps more likely to be listened to. Does this mean Four is last on its list? I think so! He might find it difficult to control a drive if someone else is ok the ship. Or maybe the drive energy likes him due to the amount of effort he puts into maintaining it. Haven't decided!)

Warriors getting yeeted out of the ship during a jump to another dimension entirely, and able to be located afterwards, is a bit of a handwavey thing for the purposes of silly crossover time. But I imagined that perhaps the drive read a secret but growing desire from Wars and acted erratically.

Sooooo there you go! Yay lore! Does that answer your question?