#commander kappa

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Enlightened Council Commander Kappa, reporting for duty. With his mighty hamaxe blaster, he's ready to cause some chaos and make any heroes of the story wish they didn't mess with the self-proclaimed boogey-man.

[gazumirei]

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[mindmelter]

Alone At The Frat House

Nelson woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that only an intense night of partying could deliver. He squinted as the sunlight invaded the room, hurting his sensitive eyes. He was trying to piece together the events of the previous night.

Nelson was never the party type; in fact, he was quite the opposite—a shy nerd who always avoided social interactions whenever possible and hated going to parties. Now, he parties almost every day with the most popular and hottest fratboys at Alpha Sigma Kappa, something Nelson never dreamed was possible. The previous night was just another one of their private parties. A party that only the frat members and Nelson could enjoy.

But now the house was eerily quiet; the only sound were of the birds outside and the sound of the window curtains. This was odd because since Nelson helped that alien crew take over the bodies of the entire frat house, he would always wake up with loud moaning in the next rooms.

Nelson glanced at the clock: 10 AM. The house should've been buzzing with life, with hungover frat boys messing around with each other, but it was like everyone was still sleeping. Maybe they just had too much to drink last night? Nelson thought.

Lying on Nelson's side was the frat president, Preston— or what was left of him.

His body was limp, his handsome features slack as he stared unblinking. He was still wearing the same underwear from the day prior.

Preston was a rich, arrogant jock with a body built to turn heads and a smile that could melt anyone. As frat president, he had a commanding and authoritative personality, the type that made everyone fall in line.

Preston was the kind of guy everyone wanted to know—or be. Charismatic and effortlessly cool, he was a magnet at every party, surrounded by friends and admirers who hung on his every word. He had a natural way of making people feel seen but was selective, reserving his attention for those he deemed worthy. His girlfriend, Jenna, was as striking as he was, perfectly matching his energy and status. Together, they were campus royalty—the couple everyone talked about, envied, and secretly wanted to be.

Last night at the party, Preston had been one of the most popular vessels; his alien occupant was none other than the captain of the crew, meaning he was the alien in charge of their secret operation on Earth. Taking over the frat president suited him well.

Later that night, all the frat boys were in nothing but their underwear, dancing and getting intimate with one another. Some were getting fucked, others were getting blowjobs, or making out.

Nelson was just sitting and enjoying the show when Preston walked over with a grin and pulled him into his room upstairs. Once in Preston's room, he got on the bed and offered his ass for Nelson to fuck. Nelson spent the night pounding the frat president until they passed out, hugging each other.

But now, Preston lay empty and frozen like a mannequin.

Nelson sat up on the bed. “Captain?” he whispered, gently nudging Preston's shoulder. No response. Nelson then noticed something slick and sticky inside Preston's left ear. He put his finger inside and pulled out a slimy string of alien residue that connected his finger to Preston's ear. Nelson knew what that meant: the alien had crawled out of Preston and left his body empty. The takeover process required the alien to hollow out the vessel's brain, so without an alien inside, the frat boys were nothing but empty muscles.

Nelson looked under the bed for the captain's small spaceship—each frat member had one hidden beneath their beds—but he found nothing under Preston's. That would explain why the window was left open, he thought.

Nelson sighed, his thoughts soon drifting toward his own vulnerable and exposed body. This was the first time he had Preston all to himself, empty. He buried his face in Preston's hairy armpit and took a deep sniff, the faint scent of dried cum and sweat from the night before still lingering. Nelson began to harden as he remembered how Preston had been before being converted into a vessel. He was such an arrogant prick, believing he was god’s gift to women and that everyone else was beneath him. Now, he was just a hot piece of meat, waiting for his brain to be filled again with an extraterrestrial being.

Unable to resist any longer, Nelson pulled his mouth from the frat president's armpit and slid down Preston's underwear. He lifted the jock's muscular legs over his shoulders and pushed inside Preston's tight ass.

Nelson moaned as he began to thrust, unable to shake the thoughts of how much his life had changed in the past months.

Three months ago, Nelson was just another campus nobody—an awkward, lanky nerd who barely registered on anyone's radar. Known for his obsession with aliens and the cosmos, he was often the butt of jokes, the “weird guy” who spent more time hunched over his computer or scanning the night skies than engaging with anyone. His classmates avoided him, especially the frat guys—those sculpted, confident jocks who seemed to own the campus. Nelson could only dream of what it would be like to have their attention, let alone any power over them. It felt impossible, almost laughable.

One night, Nelson was working late on his special school project—a machine designed to receive extraterrestrial signals, scanning the cosmos for signs of intelligent life. It had been routine, uneventful work until that night when his equipment picked up something extraordinary—a signal from deep space. At first, Nelson couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but the message quickly became clear: the aliens were communicating that they wanted to come to Earth but needed human vessels to blend in. They preferred to be in close quarters with one another, a place where their vessels could share the same house. Nelson’s mind began to race, and an idea sparked. He knew the perfect place for them: the frat house on his campus, packed with the hottest, most muscular guys around. Without hesitation, he sent the location of the frat house, fully aware of what awaited those unsuspecting jocks...

Nelson moaned loudly as he finished inside Preston, after a few minutes catching his breath, he pulled out of him, leaving the frat president with his legs frozen in the air and cum leaking from his ass. He stood up from the bed and wandered over to the window, gazing out at the scene below. The pool area was a mess—empty red cups and scattered clothes littered the ground like remnants of a wild night. He watched a lone red cup tumble across the pavement, caught by the breeze, until it finally tipped over and splashed into the pool.

"Where is everyone?" He asked himself.

He stepped out of Preston's room; he didn't even bother to put underwear on; he was used to walking naked in the frathouse, no one in the frat could even care anymore. The hallway was lined with doors, each leading to a room where a fratboy slept.

Nelson went to the next room and opened the door. Inside, he found Marcos, the football team's heartthrob, sleeping on his stomach, his athletic back exposed while wearing only a grey underwear, giving Nelson a perfect view of his muscular ass, built after years running on the field.

Nelson had fucked that ass last night too, actually, everyone at the frat did.

Nelson had come up with a spicy version of the game 'spin the bottle'. When he told the aliens about the game, they all loved it.

So they covered Marcos' body in a slick layer of oil. Then they guided him to lie on his back in the middle of the floor, his ass raised, inviting and exposed to everyone. The frat boys settled into a circle around him, their cocks throbbing in excitement.

Nelson took the lead, giving Marcos a spin, the oil allowing him to glide smoothly. As Marcos twirled, all the jocks looked in anticipation, when he finally stopped, his ass pointed directly at one eager frat boy, while his head aimed at another. The group of jocks all cheered and the designated pair exchanged mischievous grins, ready to take a piece of Marcos.

While one stuffed his ass, another stuffed his mouth, and so the game went on for many hours, with Marcos being spit roasted by all the fratboys.

Nelson stepped closer to the bed and gave Marcos' firm ass a gentle slap, watching the jock's ass bounce. "Wakey wakey sleepy head," Nelson called out.

No response.

Nelson sighed and then pulled down Marcos' grey underwear, exposing the jock's muscular ass; Nelson spread Marcos' cheeks and inserted a finger inside, feeling how loose he was from last night's party, he chuckled. "You slut," Nelson murmured, his cock growing harder. He couldn't resist the urge to give that ass more slaps, still, there was no response from Marcos.

Leaning closer to Marcos' head, Nelson noticed the same alien residue that he had seen in Preston's ear and there was also no spaceship under the bed. The alien inside Marcos had left too. Nelson grunted, frustrated, he gave Marcos' ass one last slap, this time more in frustration than for fun.

The next was Jayden's room. The muscular asian jock was sitting motionless on the floor.

Jayden was on the soccer team, which gave him an athletic and muscular body.

Nelson casually walked over to Jayden, grabbed both his ankles and lifted them to his face, making Jayden fall to the floor. Nelson then buried his face in Jayden's soles, inhaling deeply on the jock's feet. He felt his cock twitch as he remembered the time when he could only watch Jayden from afar at the soccer field; now, he could inspect every inch of his body and smell him up close as much as he wanted.

As Nelson licked Jayden's soles, he was not surprised to also noticed the same slimy alien residue in his ear, confirming that Jayden's alien had left him too.

Nelson gave Jayden's feet a quick passionate worship and then went to inspect the next rooms, some of the rooms were empty, meaning some of the fratboys were still downstairs.

In one of the rooms he found the Maddox Twins—Alex and Aiden. They were both popular wrestlers around campus and one of Nelson's favorites, he couldn't help but raise Aiden's arm, making him flex.

Nelson lost count of how many times he asked the Maddox's aliens to spit-roast him on that same bed. He also loved asking the twins to fuck each other for his amusement. The two aliens in control of them were more than glad to give Nelson the most incestuous and hot show possible.

Before the frat takeover, Nelson used to watch them from a distance, secretly wondering about the finer details, like if they were truly identical in every way. His mind often wandered, lingering on the thought of whether they shared the same cock size—a question that had seemed as unattainable as the twins themselves. But now, things have changed. With the twins under the aliens' control, Nelson finally knew the answer to that forbidden curiosity; Both of them had identical 7'9 Inches cocks.

After seeing the two brothers were as empty as the others, he walked out of their room and went downstairs to the living room, where he was greeted by the sight of the remaining of the frat house members scattered on the couches and the floor, all of them with the same telltale sign of an abandoned vessel - the alien residue leaking out of their ears.

The frat house was a total wreck—empty beer cans scattered everywhere, and the faint, unmistakable smell of sweat and cum filled the place. It was all the proof Nelson needed of last night’s chaos. He’d had the time of his life, feeling like a king as he took his pick of the hottest guys on campus, using them like they were his own personal playthings.

It was at that moment he realized he had the entire frat house to himself, filled with hot, ripped, empty vessels waiting to be enjoyed.

It wasn't the first time the aliens had left their vessels to go on intergalactic missions. But most of the time, only one or five would go, however, it had never occurred that all of them went on a mission together like this time. Whatever their mission was, it must have been very important for them to leave like that, Nelson thought.

He carefully stepped over the limp bodies and walked towards Miguel, who was lying on the couch, frozen while still holding his phone. Miguel was a homophobic douchbag before being converted into a vessel and he was notorious on campus for cheating on all his girlfriends.

Miguel's socks had a strong musky smell that hit Nelson's nostrils as soon as he walked closer. But this was not a bad thing for Nelson, he liked when the vessels were smelly and unwashed. The aliens didn't care that much about their vessel's hygiene; at one point, they were smelling so strong that Nelson had to convince them to shower their vessels at least once a week, to which they agreed, but only if Nelson did the washing.

Nelson hopped on the couch and grabbed Miguel's legs by both his ankles; he then pressed the socked feet together and buried his face between them, taking a deep and long sniff. After having his fun with Miguel's socked feet, Nelson sat on Miguel's lap, with his ass pressed against his bulge.

He grabbed the phone from Miguel's frozen hands, but was annoyed to find the phone screen was locked and required facial recognition. That, of course, was not a problem for Nelson, as all he had to do was place the phone in front of Miguel's blank face, unlocking the screen.

After doing so, Nelson saw an open message thread, it looked like the alien was texting one of Miguel's side chicks when the alien left his brain. They were having quite a spicy conversation, he even sent her some dick pics. Nelson saw that his last message was sent at 2 AM, giving Nelson the exact time of when the aliens left for their mission, which was four hours after Nelson fell asleep with Preston.

Nelson sighed and caressed Miguel's hard pecs, even pinched his nipples a little. He chuckled as he watched Miguel's blank face, he put his thumb on Miguel's shin and opened his mouth, leaving it agape, he then pulled his tongue out and moved his eyeballs to stare in different directions. Nelson couldn't help but laugh at how dumb Miguel was looking.

Just for fun, he took a photo of Miguel's face and sent it to his date. "I'm a dumb brainless puppet" he wrote.

"I think It's time to give life to you guys, don't you agree?" Nelson asked, gently patting Miguel's face and hopping out of the couch.

In the first month that Nelson started living at the frat with the aliens, the Captain taught him about the missions the aliens would have to go through and the procedure Nelson would have to follow when that happened.

Nelson went to the kitchen and took a heavy suitcase out of the fridge, he put the suitcase on the balcony and opened it. Inside, there were 24 tiny vials filled with a transparent slime.

Nelson took one vial and walked back to the living room. He sighed as he looked at all the frat boys spread all over the floor, he wasn't willing to do the procedure on all of them one by one, it would take forever. So he had an idea, he went to Miguel, opened the vial near his ear and watched as the transparent slime slid inside Miguel's ear, doing what it was programmed to do: To fill the missing part of their brains.

Miguel's body suddenly went rigid and started to convulse on the couch. After a few seconds, Miguel slowly stood up with a frown. He noticed Nelson standing near him, and then he looked at his frat brothers lying on the floor behind him.

"Damn, what a party it was last night huh?" Miguel said in a good mood as he stretched his strong arms.

The slimes inside the vials are synthetic organisms made by the aliens for the sole purpose of occupying their human vessels when they aren't inside them. The slime will have access to all the vessel's memories and will act like they were before being turned into vessels.

In other words, the slimes are a tool used to put empty vessels on autopilot mode. And now it was up to Nelson to make sure they were activated.

Nelson grabbed the suitcase in the kitchen and walked back to the living room. Miguel looked at him and chuckled.

"Where are you going with this suitcase dude? Are you moving back to the closet?" Miguel joked.

"Gosh, you're a jerk even on autopilot. I want you to implant the slime on all the vessels for me," Nelson commanded, but before handing the suitcase, he took one vial. He smiled at Miguel and patted his chest. "You can let Preston for me."

"Yes Captain," Miguel said, walking to his empty frat brothers on the floor, ready to fill their empty heads with slime, just like him.

Stepping back inside Preston's room, Nelson gazed over Preston's hot body, still lying on the bed just as he had left him after their morning fuck.

Nelson then opened the vial and poured the slime into Preston's ear. The frat president Immediately started convulsing, just like Miguel did, until suddenly Preston gained life.

His once empty unblinking eyes were now finally blinking again, though, if you looked closer you would still notice the emptiness in them.

Preston looked at Nelson for a few seconds, as if trying to make sense of what the nerdy gay boy on campus was doing in his room. He then suddenly groaned and his face contorted in a painful expression. "Fuck... my ass is hurting!"

"Sorry about that," Nelson said, but of course he didn't mean that.

Preston's face was shocked when he realized what Nelson's meant.

"You fucked me while I was empty?" He asked, more confused than mad.

"Of course I did, how could I resist such a sexy jock like you? You aren't mad at me, are you?"

It was the first time Nelson had Preston on autopilot, so he had no idea of what reaction Preston would have. He knew the slimes were programmed not to hurt him in any way, but still, he was a little apprehensive.

The real Preston would have been furious, he would have beaten Nelson down to a pulp, but the real Preston was gone at the moment the alien crawled inside his brain and hollowed it.

However, the synthetic slime was still able to mimic Preston's prior straight dominating personality. So Preston—in a sudden move—pinned Nelson against the wall, gently enough not to hurt him.

"How dare you fuck me, you little fag? I'm the frat president and no one fucks me! Turn around! I will show you how to give a guy a proper sore ass!" Preston grunted his voice was authoritative.

Nelson smirked and obeyed, turning his ass towards Preston's 8'5 Inches throbbing shaft. He felt Preston's tip pressing against his entrance, and he moaned against the wall when Preston pushed in.

"That's it, moan for me you bitch! Not so tough now that I have my brain filled again, are you?" Preston moaned against Nelson's ear, shoving his shaft all the way inside with a powerful thrust, making Nelson see stars, and not the ones he likes to see.

Preston then carefully lifted Nelson in his arms while still impaling him and walked them to the bed, where he lay Nelson on all fours and resumed his powerful thrusting.

Preston grabbed Nelson's head on both sides and planted a passionate tongue kiss on him. His strong tongue invaded Nelson's mouth as his rips worked non-stop, his massive cock being pushed all the way in and then half the way out. He gave a long deep moan against Nelson's mouth and came inside him, Nelson came together as he had his face buried in the mattress.

Once Preston finished, he pulled off him and lay on his side, with Nelson resting his head on his muscular chest.

Nelson was still recovering from the intense fucking he just received when he started hearing the sounds of conversation and laughter growing from downstairs, a good sign that the vessels were being awakened by Miguel.

The house now contained the sounds of a living frat house, the sounds that only a house full of hot, young and straight men could make when put to live together.

Nelson was hugging Preston's muscular body as he gently caressed Preston's chest, he looked into his empty blue eyes and smiled. "We should get downstairs for breakfast," he suggested.

"Of course Captain, let's go. I'm starving!"

________________________________________

It's been two months since the aliens left for the mission, and there was still no sign of the aliens coming back.

The synthetic slimes were doing an amazing job at puppeteering the jocks; no one suspected a thing. They all still dated their girlfriends, visited their family members, and attended classes normally.

But Nelson was starting to worry that the aliens had left him alone with the empty vessels. Not that it was a bad fate for Nelson—he enjoyed having full control of the frat guys. But he missed the aliens. He’d gotten close to them during their few months together, and without them, something felt lonely; none of the frat boys were sentient beings anymore.

They might sound and act real, but Nelson knew that talking with them was as effective as talking with a fridge.

It was a random Friday night at Alpha Sigma Kappa, and everything was pretty much going as usual. Nelson lounged on the couch in the living room, naked as always, legs spread wide, his throbbing cock proudly on full display. He had one arm around Preston, who sat beside him, equally naked and hard.

Around the two of them, frat members filled the living room, tangled together in different kinds of action, sounds of moaning and skin slapping filling the house. Some jocks were making out, others worshipping each other’s muscles, or fucking passionately.

Nelson's gaze drifted to Jayden—the hot Asian soccer player—he was pounding Marcos—the star of the football team—on the next couch. Marcos might have been bigger than Jayden, but Nelson always preferred seeing Marcos bottoming because of his big muscular ass.

Marcos was moaning like a depraved slut, his moans were the loudest of all the frat members, and that was starting to bother Nelson, so he decided to do something about it.

"Jayden, Marcos is being too loud, could you please take care of him?" Nelson asked.

"Yes, Captain!" Jayden moaned breathlessly, his voice filled with pleasure. Without slowing down, he gave Marcos a sharp smack, each thrust making Marcos moan louder. "Quiet, you loud big slut, you're making our Captain very upset." With a wicked grin, Jayden snatched up his discarded underwear from the floor, the fabric well-worn and musky from weeks of wear, and pushed it firmly into Marcos' mouth, muffling his cries.

Nelson chuckled as he watched Marcos' face, he looked like he was about to explode for holding his moans.

Opposite Nelson, Miguel lay sprawled out on one of the couches, his muscular body stretched out like a prize on display. Once the campus’s biggest homophobic jerk, Miguel had been notorious for cheating on his girlfriends and running his mouth about guys like Nelson. Now, he was lying frozen with his hands behind his head as he was being worshiped by five of his own straight friends. A couple of the guys were focused on his torso, eagerly running their hands over his chest and abs, worshiping the pecs that Miguel had spent so long building up. One guy was kissing along Miguel’s thick pecs and nipples, while another licked his hairy armpits. One muscular hunk with a buzzcut was riding his big 9'3 Inches cock, while the other two were worshiping Miguel's big manly feet like it was made of candy.

Miguel lay there completely relaxed, hands behind his head as he enjoyed his body being worshiped by his equally homophobic friends.

The sight was nothing more than breathtaking, Nelson couldn't help but feel proud of his work, he felt like an artist, and the jocks were the tools.

Nelson then looked down at the Maddox twins on the floor in front of him. They were eagerly wrestling each other naked, each showing off their skills, they were both dripping sweat after almost an hour of wrestling each other non-stop at Nelson's command. Nelson finally snapped his fingers, making the brothers stop mid-act: Alex was pinning Aiden down, with his cock pressed against his ass.

“Alright boys, that’s enough. Come over here and worship our cocks.”

“Yes, Captain!” they replied in unison, each taking a spot between Nelson and Preston’s legs. Aiden took Nelson’s cock into his mouth, and Alex went for Preston's, both twins working on the shafts with the same dumb, obedient smiles.

Nelson leaned back relaxed, glancing over at Preston, who had that cute, desperate expression he loved seeing whenever Preston got close to cumming. But Nelson was the only one who could decide when anyone here could cum. With a grin, he guided Preston’s face towards his, pulling him in for a deep, sloppy kiss.

Breaking it, he commanded Alex to stop sucking Preston and share his cock with his brother. Alex didn’t hesitate. Nelson moaned as the twins eagerly worshiped his shaft together, their tongues working in unison like two robots in synch, their tongues would often touch each other. Leaning over Preston, Nelson wrapped his mouth around Preston's tip, slowly teasing the slit with his tongue. Preston moaned louder, his muscles tensing, fingers digging into the couch as he teetered on the edge, desperate to finish.

"UUURRRGGHH fuuuuckkkk... please Captain, let me cum! I'm begging you!" Preston cried.

Just as Nelson was about to command everyone to release, something strange happened—the living room suddenly went completely quiet. Looking up, he saw Preston was frozen, his mouth open mid-moan. The twins were also frozen, each with a tongue on his shaft. Behind them, all the frat members were paused, stuck in the middle of their actions, as if time itself had just stopped.

Nelson was starting to freak out when suddenly everyone stood up at once, moving in perfect sync towards the back door, their faces blank, eyes unfocused. Nelson even tried calling out to Preston, but he didn’t respond. No one did. They all marched outside to the pool area, Nelson followed behind confused.

Out by the pool, each guy took a place along the edge, their bare bodies only lit by the moonlit night. The night was freezing, and Nelson shivered with cold, wondering what they were doing. They definitely weren't going to take a swim in this cold water, Nelson thought.

Then, they all looked up.

Nelson did too, and his eyes grew bright as there in the sky were twenty-four tiny blue lights, getting closer and brighter by the second.

The tiny lights turned out to be spaceships of the size of miniatures, each jock raised their hands together towards the sky, allowing the spaceships to land on their hands.

Nelson broke into a grin, feeling relieved—his little friends were finally back.

[sherewrytes]

aka the sorority! alpha kappa alpha!!

I tried my best to do research on AKA the sorority since I'm not from America. I hope I do this ask justice. I also wrote it from Ony's pov to try something different

Title: Pink & Green Pride

The courtyard at Howard is buzzing with life tonight, the kind of night that makes you feel like you’re part of something bigger. The kind of night everyone on campus will talk about for days. Y/N’s AKA chapter has been organizing this event for weeks, pulling in crowds from every corner of campus. The energy is infectious, and the night’s only getting started.

I’m standing off to the side, just taking it all in. I’ve been to a few AKA events before, but tonight’s different. Y/N’s in the center of it all, and damn, she’s shining like the stars. From head to toe, she’s draped in pink and green—her pearls sparkling in the light, her smile brighter than anything else in the courtyard. She's not just part of the crowd; she commands it. Moving through the sea of people with that confidence that’s all her own, laughing, hyping everyone up—she’s in her element, and it’s beautiful to watch.

After a while, her sisters start lining up for the step/stroll portion of the night. You can feel the air shift. The crowd quiets down, every person on the edge of their seat, waiting for the magic to happen. The AKAs begin their routine, and I find myself leaning forward, eyes glued to Y/N.

The energy they bring? It’s unmatched. The synchronized beats, the rhythm, the power—they’ve got history in every stomp, every clap. It’s not just a performance; it’s a reminder of everything these women represent. And watching Y/N lead it, move in sync with her sisters, chanting with pride—yeah, it’s something I won’t forget.

She locks eyes with me for a split second, just long enough for a knowing smile to flash across her face. I grin back, my chest swelling with pride, but she’s right back into the routine, her focus sharp. The steps are flawless, every single one sharp and precise, just like her. I can hear her voice ring out, clear as day, in the chants that echo across the courtyard. And in that moment, I realize how much this means to her—the sisterhood, the tradition, the strength of the women before her.

When they finally finish, the applause is deafening. I’m clapping the loudest, my grin so wide it feels like my face might crack. Y/N and her sisters catch their breath, giving each other hugs and high-fives. She makes her way over to me, cheeks flushed, still out of breath, but her smile is the kind that you don’t need to say anything to understand. It's everything.

“Enjoy the show?” she asks, catching her breath.

“Girl, you already know I did,” I say, pulling her close. “You were incredible out there. That wasn’t just a show—that was... powerful. You, your sisters, everything—it’s something else. I get it now. I really do.”

Her face lights up as she laughs, and damn, I could get lost in that sound. “It’s everything to me, Ony. This, my sisters, our traditions—this is my family. And knowing you’re here, supporting me? It means the world.”

I can’t help but smile, reaching into my jacket pocket and pulling out a bouquet of pink tea roses. "Thought I'd show my support in style. These should match the vibe tonight, huh?”

She gasps, eyes lighting up, and the way her fingers wrap around the stems makes me feel all warm inside. "You didn’t! Ony, you went all out for me, huh?”

“For you? I’ll go all out every time, baby,” I say, watching her hold the flowers to her chest like they’re the most precious thing. “And seeing you out there, all that pride in what you do... makes me proud just watching you, Y/N. For real.”

She takes a deep breath, her heart racing at my words. She pulls me into a hug, and for a moment, it feels like the whole world is just us. She holds me tight, and I can feel the energy between us shift. This is more than just a boyfriend cheering on his girl—this is pride. Her pride, and mine in her.

"You know," she starts, voice soft, "if my sisters knew you were over here playing Mr. Supportive, they’d probably be all over you. Askin’ for tips on how to find a man like you."

I laugh, tipping her face up so I can look into her eyes. "Tell them I’m taken. Lucky for you, huh?"

She laughs, and the sound hits me like a shot of warmth. "Lucky for me, for sure." She leans up to kiss my cheek, soft and sweet, before pulling back. She still has my hand in hers, and we start walking back toward her apartment, the crowd beginning to thin out behind us.

The night’s winding down, but I can tell she’s still buzzing from the performance, the energy of her sisters, the pride of seeing everything come together. When we get back to her place, she kicks off her heels and gets comfortable, slipping on an oversized AKA sweatshirt. Her pearls are still around her neck, and I can’t help but smile at the sight. She catches my eye, noticing the grin tugging at my lips.

“Still wearing your colors, huh?” I tease, pulling her into my arms as we settle on the couch.

“Always,” she replies, curling up against me. "Just like you. Always out here hyping me up like my personal cheerleader.”

I chuckle, running my fingers along her arm. “You’re my girl. Hype’s what I do. You give me so much to be proud of, Y/N. Seeing you and your sisters out there tonight, y’all looked like you could take on the world.”

She smiles, resting her head on my shoulder. “Feels like I already am… with you by my side.”

The soft hum of the city outside their window is a distant background as I hold Y/N close. The night’s been long, and we’re finally back in her apartment. The only thing left is this peaceful silence between us, a comforting space where the world slows down, and it’s just the two of us. I tighten my hold on her as she snuggles deeper into my side, feeling her warmth against me. The scent of the roses I gave her still lingers, and I can’t help but smile at how much they seem to suit her—like everything about her does.

She speaks up, her voice soft, almost like she’s mulling over her thoughts. “Sometimes, I forget how powerful this whole AKA thing is. I get so caught up in the day-to-day of it all—the meetings, the events, the pressure—and I forget what it all stands for.”

I move a little, brushing her hair back gently, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek as I speak, my voice steady. "Yeah? But you always remind me. Every time I see you in those colors, leading your sisters, being so damn confident... I know it means more than you can even say. I can see how proud you are, how much it’s a part of you."

Y/N smiles, and I swear, it’s like the world’s brighter just from seeing that. She leans into me, resting her head against my chest, and I feel her relax against me, her breathing slowing as my words sink in. I’m not just talking about her sorority—I'm talking about her. The woman she’s become. The woman I get to love.

“I’m lucky to have this,” she says softly, her fingers playing with the edges of her pearls. "Not just AKA, but this—" She gestures between us, her eyes soft as she looks at me. "You. The way you’re always there, supporting me even when I know I’m probably drowning in work. You’re the best part of all of it."

Her words hit me like a wave, and I can’t stop myself from pulling her even closer, brushing my lips over her forehead. "I can’t help it, Y/N. You deserve to be supported. You deserve all the good things. And I’m here for it."

She lets out a sigh, and I feel her body settle even deeper into mine. "You really know how to make me feel like I’m on top of the world."

"You are on top of the world," I murmur against her hair. "And I’m just lucky to be in your orbit."

Her laugh is soft, but it’s full of affection. "You're something else, Ony."

We stay like that for a few moments, basking in the quiet, the warmth of each other’s presence filling the space between us. But eventually, she stirs, and I feel her pull away slightly as she stretches her arms above her head.

"I should probably get some rest. Got a ton of homework to finish before class tomorrow." Then she shoots me a playful grin. "But first... I’m about to treat you to a little late-night snack."

I chuckle, following her into the kitchen. "Now, you know I’m never turning down food, especially if it’s you offering it."

She moves around the kitchen with that same confidence that always leaves me in awe. Watching her in action, seeing how she balances being a powerhouse in AKA and a beast in the classroom—it’s like seeing the perfect storm. She’s strong, capable, smart. Everything about her pulls me in, every damn time.

Turning back to me, she catches my eye with a grin. "How’s it feel, huh? To see me in action? Whether it’s in the classroom, at an event, or cooking you up something to eat—I’m always in control."

I walk over, wrapping my arms around her from behind. "You’ve got all the control in the world, baby. I’m just happy to be along for the ride."

She leans into me, and we just stand there for a while, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat syncing with mine. After a few more minutes, she finishes preparing the snack and plops down on the couch, patting the seat beside her.

"Alright," she says, that mischievous smile never leaving her face. "Let’s eat. Tomorrow's gonna come quick, and I’m gonna need all the energy I can get to juggle classes, AKA, and... well, you."

I sit next to her, taking the food she made and stealing a bite as we talk, laughing at the little things and sharing bits of our lives. As she gets into talking about her chemistry project and how her sisters are planning their new charity initiative, I can’t help but admire her. She’s got so much going on, so much she’s balancing, but she does it all with this fire I can’t stop watching.

She’s unstoppable, and I get to be here, right beside her, cheering her on.

"You ever stop talkin’ about chemistry for two seconds?" I tease, nudging her playfully. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to be all into science."

She grins and rolls her eyes. "Not when it’s this interesting. Besides, you know you love hearing me talk about it."

"Yeah, I guess I do," I reply, my voice softening. I rest my hand on her knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You got me. You always do."

She laughs again, the sound light and easy. "You really do talk like you’re mine, huh?"

I chuckle, leaning in close to her. "If I’m not, then I sure as hell want to be."

The way she looks at me in that moment, something shifts. It’s more than just teasing now—it’s like there’s this deeper understanding between us. She doesn’t say a word, but I see it in her eyes, and before I know it, she’s leaning in, her lips meeting mine.

The kiss is soft at first, tentative, like we’re savoring the intimacy. But soon, it deepens, and all I can feel is the pull of her—the way our hearts sync up, the way she makes me feel like I can conquer anything as long as she’s by my side. When we finally pull away, our foreheads rest together, and I whisper the words that feel truer than anything I’ve ever said before.

"I’m here, always."

She smiles, and it hits me like a wave. "I know, Ony. And I’m right here with you."

As we sit there, tangled together in the quiet of her apartment, the world outside feels miles away. I know one thing for sure—this is it. She’s everything, and I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.

[riansdiary]

EMBODY A BOSS OR A QUEEN WHEN YOU MANIFEST/DECIDE YOU HAVE YOUR DESIRES

What do these four characters have in common? Let me introduce you to the four girls that you should embody when you're manifesting. You can pick one, whoever feels right for you. Watch their videos and embody that energy when you're manifesting. I'm also gonna give more character examples that I know have this boss or queen energy as well.

They always get what they want. Everyone follows their orders and command. The world is their oyster.

First, Hong Haein from the K-drama Queen of Tears. Let me tell you about her.

HONG HAEIN (Queen of Tears)

Hong Hae-in is a third-generation chaebol heiress, a large South Korean business association controlled by one family, of the Queens Group. She is the owner and the BOSS in that department store meaning she always gets what she wants. She is the boss and everyone follows her commands. I think you already know why it's good to embody her while manifesting. She is a boss and she slays at that! Let me show some clips of her!

Next, we have the Queen B, Blair Waldorf herself.

BLAIR WALDORF (Gossip Girl)

It should be self-explanatory by now as soon as I mentioned her name. Blair is introduced as the Upper East Side's beautiful and popular QUEEN bee. She is the daughter of Eleanor Waldorf, a famous fashion designer. She is dating Nate Archibald, and is best friends with Serena van der Woodsen.

Blair is known for her strong-willed and determined personality, which often leads her to pursue what she wants with great fervor. Blair is influential and commands a significant presence among her peers, she always gets what she wants and having everyone follow her commands.

She exudes confidence and self-assurance. In manifesting, having unwavering belief in one's abilities and the certainty that one's desires will materialize is essential. Throughout the series, Blair demonstrates persistence and determination in pursuing her goals. Blair Waldorf faces various challenges and setbacks but always manages to bounce back and stay focused on her aspirations. Despite the drama and complexities in her life, Blair often maintains a positive mindset and outlook.

She has a lot of inspiring manifesting quotes! Let me give you some examples!

"If you really want something, you don't stop for anyone or anything until you get it."

"We make our own fairytales"

Nothing’s holding me back anymore. I know what I want, and I’m gonna get it."

Serena: "Not everyone wants to be Blair Waldorf."

Blair: "Not everyone can be."

I had to include two videos for Blair! You'll see why you need to embody her for manifesting or life in general! She knows she's the best and she's the Queen B, her minions follow her every command.

CHANEL OBERLIN (Scream Queens)

Chanel Oberlin is the QUEEN bee of her own sorority called Kappa Kappa Tau. Her "Chanels" always follow whatever she fancies, they follow her orders and do what she commands them to do. Throughout the series, Chanel's character is shown to have a dominating presence, and her minions, whom she refers to as the Chanels, generally comply with all her demands.

She didn't even bother to remember the names of her best friends nay her minions. Chanel always gets what she wants. She is known for her unwavering self-confidence and belief in her goals. She often dictates the course of events through her actions and decisions. Here are some clips of Chanel!

Chanel was literally affirming in that mirror scene! So iconic! That scene when she was a prisoner and wearing orange in the courtroom, she's rejecting, dismissing and disregarding what's happening in her 3d. She knows it doesn't mean anything. Why? Everything always works in her favor and she always gets what she wants.

SHARPAY EVANS (High School Musical)

Sharpay Evans is the QUEEN Bee of East High. She is first shown to be a popular and self-centered drama queen who loves to be, and often is, in the spotlight. She is co-president of the drama club, alongside her twin brother Ryan. The Evans twins have starred in all school productions since kindergarten, and she craves the spotlight. Previously, she hadn't had to try very hard to keep it; anyone else shown auditioning was never very good. She has an overwhelming desire to be the best that often dictates her actions. Because of the rigid clique system established in East High at the beginning of High School Musical, Sharpay is very defensive of her position as star of all school plays, and she refuses to tolerate that anyone could take it away from her. She's a diva who is accustomed to getting her way.

She often envisions herself achieving success, whether in her performances, relationships, or personal aspirations. Her determination and persistence in pursuing her goals resonate with manifesting. She is known for setting high standards for herself and those around her. She uses her charisma and assertiveness to steer situations in her favor.

Time to show you some Sharpay clips for inspiration and you know I couldn't possibly pass on not giving you her song Fabulous as well!

In conclusion, it's really good for you to pick one of them or anyone/any character (doesn't even have to be a character. Could be a real person.) to embody and help you manifest. I recommend watching their scenes or videos on TikTok or YouTube so you could properly learn how to embody them (their good manifesting qualities) and act like them when you manifest, affirm of talking to yourself about your desires. They also are very persistent and have amazing self-assurance. These queens don't take no for an answer. They always get what they want period.

Whenever you affirm/assume/decide/command your subconscious, (whatever is your favorite method) embody their boss and queen energy and be firm with your decisions and affirmations. Say that it will happen no matter what. Your reality and your subconscious mind are literally your minions and employees! Our subconscious mind is also us but it wants to give you everything you want. You just need to tell it/yourself what you want when you see something you want. It will already manifest that for you in the 4d first then trust it and it will materialize in the 3d in no time but again, it's a natural thing and it's just the cherry on top. You already have it in the 4d/imagination.

What helped me stand firm in my affirmations and decisions is literally this! I picked who I wanted to embody. I chose Hong Haein and Blair Waldorf. Hong Haein is a boss and her employees follow her every command or order so I knew it would come in handy. I then started thinking like I'm the boss of my reality. Blair Waldorf thinks she's always the best. Again, her minions always do what she says. She's the Queen Bee so I also started acting like the Queen B. You're the boss/queen, it is what you say it is. What you say, goes. Know that your reality has no choice but to follow your orders. Treat it like a minion or employee. Don't go back on your decisions.

I did this yesterday and I'm even more assured that my desires are now mine and it's already done. I commanded my subconscious mind to lock in my decisions, assumptions a.k.a my affirmations that I've always said. Just naturally a few times in the day deciding and affirming to remind myself that they are facts already. I asked it to lock that in. Meaning, now my mind would never be changed no matter what I'm feeling or thinking because I told it to lock that in.

I got this idea from a game show. The hosts always say "lock in your answer" or "lock that answer in" so I took that and used it as a powerful tool or method so my subconscious mind knows and locks my answer in. I'm persisting and saying that it will be my answer or decision and I don't wanna ever change it so I'm locking that in no matter what I'm feeling or thinking. No matter what is going on in the 3d. This is basically my defense weapon. I asked my subconscious to lock that in and that I will never change that answer. They are facts now and it's final. Period. All of those decisions and affirmations I said are now facts in my reality.

So choose your character and embody them.

Now, it's time for what I promised! I said that I would list some characters or people that you could choose from other than the perfect four examples I have above. Don't worry if who you want is not in the list! You can whoever you want!

The bosses/queens/kings you could embody:

Elle Woods (highly recommended 🩷👑😎)

Enola Holmes

Nancy Wheeler (be a badass like her)

Max Mayfield

Steve Harrington

Regina George

Veronica Lodge

Cheryl Blossom

Serena van der Woodsen

Jenny Humphrey

Tom Holland

Zendaya

Ariana Grande

Nate Archibald

Chuck Bass

Dan Humphrey

Tori Vega

Do Do Hee (My demon)

Penelope Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Queen Charlotte

Emily Cooper

Hermione Granger

Rory Gilmore

Spencer Hastings

Mia Thermopolis

Troy Bolton

Ryan Evans

Gabriella Montez

Mal (Descendants)

Evie (Descendants)

Miranda Priestly

Fallon Carrington

Cher Horowitz

Fiona Pembroke (Princess Switch)

Princess Elodie (Damsel)

XOXO Rian 💋

Thank you for reading and have a nice day! Remember, your desires are already yours and it's already done. 🌈

[markrosewater]

Hi Maro: I’m definitely disappointed that there won’t be normal Commanders in the Commander decks. If people want a foil or showcase version then isn’t that what the collector boosters are for? I recently picked up the last set of challenger decks for casual play and it’s annoying I need to order another Kappa Tech-Wrecker and normal VOW/MID basics to replace included cards. I absolutely love precons — note my profile pic — and it’d be sad if they became another thing which “isn’t for me”.

The challenge is some players want one thing and some want another and we can only do one thing. As for putting the Commanders in the collector booster, we've done extensive polling of the audience for the collector booster and they mostly don't want the Commander cards in the product.

[bunnelbaby]

Here’s a list of superhero shows for you to enjoy while regressing or dreaming:

𐐪𐑂 Static Shock

𐐪𐑂 Super Sema

𐐪𐑂 Spirit Rangers

𐐪𐑂 Kitti Katz

𐐪𐑂 Mama K’s Team 4

𐐪𐑂 Action Pack

𐐪𐑂 Team Zenko Go

𐐪𐑂 Kiya & the Kimoja Heroes

𐐪𐑂 PJ Masks

𐐪𐑂 StarBeam

𐐪𐑂 Moongirl and Devil Dinosaur

𐐪𐑂 The Powerpuff Girls

𐐪𐑂 Kid Cosmic

𐐪𐑂 Powerbirds

𐐪𐑂 Atomic Betty

𐐪𐑂 Spidey and His Amazing Friends

𐐪𐑂 Justice League

𐐪𐑂 Young Justice

𐐪𐑂 El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera

𐐪𐑂 American Dragon: Jake Long

𐐪𐑂 X-Men: The Animated Series

𐐪𐑂 Stretch Armstrong and the Flex Fighters

𐐪𐑂 The Superhero Squad Show

𐐪𐑂 Legion of Super Heroes

𐐪𐑂 SheZow

𐐪𐑂 Captain Planet

𐐪𐑂 Big Hero 6: The Series

𐐪𐑂 Darkwing Duck

𐐪𐑂 OK KO: Let’s Be Heroes

𐐪𐑂 The Aquabats! Super Show!

𐐪𐑂 Batman: The Animated Series

𐐪𐑂 Ben 10

𐐪𐑂 Generator Rex

𐐪𐑂 Batwheels

𐐪𐑂 Freakazoid!

𐐪𐑂 My Life as a Teenage Robot

𐐪𐑂 Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

𐐪𐑂 The Adventures of Napkin Man!

𐐪𐑂 Danny Phantom

𐐪𐑂 DC Super Hero Girls

𐐪𐑂 Sesame Street: Mecha Builders

𐐪𐑂 Miraculous Ladybug

𐐪𐑂 She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

𐐪𐑂 Superhero Kindergarten

𐐪𐑂 Hero Elementary

𐐪𐑂 Super Why

𐐪𐑂 Wordgirl

𐐪𐑂 He-Man and the Masters of the Universe

𐐪𐑂 Mysticons

𐐪𐑂 Kappa Mikey

𐐪𐑂 Teen Titans/Teen Titans GO!

𐐪𐑂 Krypto the Super Dog

𐐪𐑂 The Secret Saturdays

𐐪𐑂 Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

𐐪𐑂 Hamster & Gretel

𐐪𐑂 Earthworm Jim

𐐪𐑂 Dynomutt, Dog Wonder

𐐪𐑂 Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

[cartermagazine]

Today In History

Dr. Bernard A. Harris, Jr. became the first African American astronaut to take a spacewalk on this date February 9, 1995.

Harris, Jr. was the Payload Commander on STS-63 (February 2-11, 1995)—the first flight of a joint space program.

Special Honors: 1996 Honorary Doctorate of Science, Morehouse School of Medicine. Medal of Excellence, Golden State Minority Foundation 1996. NASA Award of Merit 1996. NASA Equal Opportunity Medal 1996. NASA Outstanding Leadership Medal 1996. The Challenger Award, The Ronald E. McNair Foundation 1996. Award of Achievement, The Association of Black Cardiologists 1996. Space Act Tech Brief Award 1995. Alpha Omega Alpha Medical Honor Society, Zeta of Texas Chapter 1995. Election of Fellowship in the American College of Physicians 1994. Distinguished Alumnus, The University of Houston Alumni Organization 1994. Distinguished Scientist of the Year, ARCS Foundation, Inc., 1994. Life Membership, Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity. NASA Space Flight Medals 1993, 1995. NASA Outstanding Performance Rating 1993. JSC Group Achievement Award 1993. Physician of the Year, National Technical Association, 1993. Achiever of the Year, National Technical Association, 1993. American Astronautical Society Melbourne W. Boynton Award for Outstanding Contribution to Space Medicine 1993. Achievement Award, Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity 1993. Who’s Who Among Rising Young Americans Citation 1992. Certificate of Merit, Governor of Texas 1990. City of San Antonio Citation for Achievement 1990. NASA Sustained Superior Performance Award 1989. NASA Outstanding Performance Rating 1988. NASA Sustained Superior Performance Award 1988, 1989. National Research Council Fellowship 1986, 1987. Phi Kappa Phi Honor Society 1985. Outstanding Young Men of America 1984. University of Houston Achievement Award 1978. Achievement Award 1978.

CARTER™️ Magazine

[male-body-swap-lover]

Smoking Ages You

Kappa Delta Pi was the it place on campus, and I was the king. Michael Webber, Mikey as my friends called me. There I am in the center of our group photo. We were an inseparable group of bros. Porter, Kent, Oliver, Damian, and me. Kings of the campus is what people called us. Could you blame us. We were hot, ripped, and rich, and boy did we love our cigars. Lungs be damned. There was nothing like the deep, rich scent of a perfectly aged cigar.

If there was one thing the girls on campus did not like, it was our unique love of cigars. Many girls actively avoided us. Yes, we never suffered for women, but we never got the cream of the crop. Until one night we managed to score dates with five of the hottest girls from Alpha Salem Theta. After dinner, we were sitting in the senior smoking room of our frat. Five boys with their cigars, whisky, and girls.

“Boys, could you please stop smoking. It’s disgusting,” said Porter’s date, Amber.

“Don’t you know how bad it is for you,” said Damian’s date, Chelsea.

“Boys will be boys. Stupid and idiotic till it’s too late,” said my date, the head of Alpha Salem Theta, Samantha.

“Oh, come on babe. Smoking is sexy. We are hot and you know you love it,” I said.

“I’m not your babe. Come on girls. Let’s leave these little boys,” said Samantha.

The five girls got up to leave and started walking towards the door.

My brothers and I pleaded with them to stay, but they wouldn’t budge.

“Fine! Be that way you stupid bitches. We can have any girls we want,” I said.

Samantha slowly turned around. “What did you just call us?” She was furious.

I started to stammer and then Samantha said “Girls, I thought we would let them go tonight, but since they want to be cruel, it’s time they get what’s coming their way. Boys, SIT!” she commanded.

Suddenly five chairs made their way to the center of the room and we were forced to sit down. We couldn’t move. We just kept puffing away at our cigars.

“What’s going on! Why can’t we move?” said Kent.

“Boys, we at Alpha Salem Theta practice the witchcraft of our sisters of yore that used to reside in Salem. We hate to see people throw away their lives on ridiculous things, such as cigars. You are all hot. You are smart, at least I presume you are, but you are all addicted to cigars. It is embarrassing. You act like a bunch of middle-aged men who have let themselves go. So, if that is how you want to act, why don’t you become just that.”

The girls started chanting some weird incantations. We were unable to decipher what they were saying. The wind started whipping and the room turned a vibrant red color. As it crescendo’d, it suddenly stopped.

“Ha, it didn’t work” I said.

“Just wait,” said Samantha.

Suddenly Porter started moaning. A rumbling came from his stomach and it started pushing out. His hair turned white and his hairline receded. A bushy beard grew on his face. Everywhere on his body, he gained fat. Wrinkles appeared everywhere and he aged right before his eyes. He looked like he could be 60. He had to weigh at least 300 pounds. His clothes burst at the seams and then they reformed. His blue button down resized to fit his body, his ripped jeans turned into khaki shorts and a belt wove through the loops as his shirt tucked in. All the while he puffed away on his cigar, attempting to scream, but unable to.

We all started panicking, but we couldn’t move and we continued to puff away at our cigars.

Kent was next. His stomach pushed out even faster, but didn’t grow as large as Porter’s. It almost seemed like he shrunk in height. All of his hair turned white as he aged up and a trimmed beard appeared. His white button down turned into a blue polo and his jeans expanded along with his waistline as a belt appeared. He was the mirror image of his dad.

Oliver aged the worst. He looked horrible. His hair was a mess and his beard looked like something George Lucas would sport, but way worse. His jeans turned into dad jean shorts that barely fit his much-expanded waistline. He looked like an old fart that was most comfortable in his recliner. A pair of old man glasses appeared on his face. Tears were streaming down his face, but all he could do was puff.

Damian was so proud of his hair. No more. His hair receded the most, leaving him with just a ring of hair. His face hardened with age as his beard grew in. His button down turned into a white tank top tucked into his jeans as his beer belly hung over his belt. He looked like trailer trash. He went from modeling for A&F to modeling for Medicare. His flabby arms were revolting.

“And finally, for the finale, the great Mikey Webber gets taken down a peg, or five, Samantha said.

It felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach rumbled so badly. Then it started growing, and growing, and growing. All the buttons popped off my shirt. My pant seams ripped. All of my hair fell off my head. I could see it on the floor around me. I was crying. I felt myself gain a second and a third chin. I had to be fatter then all my brothers. A blue button down formed over my body, and the ugliest pair of khaki shorts appeared on my body. I looked like Tony Soprano, but 10 times worse. Finally, it stopped, but it was too late. I was a man far past his prime. A tub of lard.

All of the girls laughed. “Good luck boys, with your new lives. Too bad no one is going to know who you are. Bye!” All of the girls left. We all slowly stood up and felt our new ages. Back pain and arthritis.

“My hair. It’s gone. I’m old. We are all old. How are we going to get girls now,” said Damian.

“That’s not our biggest problem. We need to find a way to switch back,” said Oliver.

Suddenly, Henry, the Junior class president walked in and started yelling. “Who the hell are you. Get the fuck out of here before I call the police. Creepy old men.”

We tried explaining who we were, but to no avail. Eventually we gave up and trudged downstairs and out of the frat without any of our belongings. We walked till we found an empty front porch. I sat down, trying to come to terms with what happened. We looked at our ID’s and it still showed our old lives, meaning that no one would ever believe us when we explained who we were.

“What the fuck are we going to do. We look like people’s dads. No one is going to believe who we are,” said Porter.

“Shut up. Just let me think. We will just have to convince the girls to change us back. Just let me finish my cigar,” I said. We all stayed on that porch, smoking our cigars, trying to figure out how we were going to get out of this mess. Little did we know, we were stuck like this forever, and our problems had only just begun.

[angelsanarchy]

Righteousness of Man: Kappa x Y/N- Mini Series PRT 03

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Y/n had become a big part of the community in the next few months. People looked to her when Kappa wasn't easily accessible and she was always happy to help. The one thing Kappa noticed more than how well she had acclimated into the family is how she showed them all affection.

He would never admit that he was jealous of how they leaned into her touch when she gave them encouragement or how she would kiss their faces before they all turned in for the night. Kappa would never admit that the idea of her sharing her kisses and touches with anyone other than him made his blood boil in a way it never had with any of the other women he had relations with. He wanted to reserve all of her intimacy for him and him alone.

He approached her as she held the face of Epslon in her hands and tugged on her elbow. She turned to look at him confused slightly before she gave a sweet smile and walked off towards him.

"Why are you hovering today?" Y/n asked making Kappa glance at her unimpressed.

"Why can't you seem to keep your hands to yourself?" Kappa answered her question with a question and she chuckled.

"Didn't you just get blown by one of those little peaches just a few days ago? Am I not allowed the same fluidity as you?" Y/n cocked her eyebrow at Kappa who narrowed his gaze.

"I do not share you." He spoke firmly and Y/n turned her body towards him.

"And you expect me to share you? You expect me to be this kept woman who only recieves intamacy from you whenever and however you want it?" She stepped into his space and he took a deep breath. She smelled sweet, like cherries or strawberries. It was intoxicating.

"I expect you to mother these people. Show them grace and love in a more appropriate way." Kappa's voice almost seemed like he was chastising her. She let out a laugh and gave him a playful shove.

"Is that what you do? Make these girls suck your cock and call you daddy?" She teased but Kappa rolled his eyes.

"Why do you feel the need to buck against everything I say? Is it so hard for you to listen to a simple command? Keep your fucking hands to yourself and there won't be any problems." Kappa said again and Y/n pouted.

"What kind of problems am I causing exactly? Last I checked, you like when I put my hands on you." She ran her hands down his chest and he watched them slither all the way down to his belt.

"Me...I like when you put your hands on me...only me." Kappa put his hands on top of Y/n's and she licked her lips.

"You know what you have to do if you want me to behave. I'm not going to share my body with you and have you whore yourself to everyone in this community." Y/n explained. Kappa didn't like her giving him ultimatums.

"You don't make the rules here sugar. I do. Who I fuck is up to me." Kappa's words made Y/n sigh as she took her hands off of his belt.

"How disappointing." She patted him slightly on the chest before walking back over to the others, spinning one of the girls around as she danced to the music coming from one of the vans. Kappa continued to watch from afar as she moved about the camp. She had completely disregarded what he had said about keeping her hands to herself.

"Would you like a massage Kappa?" One of the girls had approached him as he sat in a chair and he shook his head. She wasn't the only girl he shooed away that day. He continued to reject the advances from the other women until she he saw Y/n enter his trailer. He walked in a few minutes after her and she turned to face him.

"Would you prefer to bring your girls in here tonight or will you be fucking them in their own beds?" Y/n asked, a hint of a challenge in her tone. Kappa clicked the lock on the door behind himself before pressing his body against hers.

"You don't listen to anything I say." He gripped her neck, letting his palm hold her jaw.

"I have a daddy, I don't need another." She replied tilting her head away from his hand. He responded by gripping her jaw tighter.

"I don't want to be your daddy. I want to be yours...and you mine. Only mine....only yours." Kappa had conceded to her. She smiled slyly moving his hand from her jaw down between her legs. She had already gotten rid of her panties and allowed him to dip his fingers into her wet pussy briefly. Kappa pulls his hand back and looks at how wet she already is.

"You want me to be all yours, make me yours then." Kappa dipped his wet fingers into her mouth and she sucked her own juices from his filthy fingertips. Her hands yank his belt open and he pushes his pants just far enough down to free his cock, lifting her onto the counter and letting her guide him into her dripping cunt. They both make noises of pleasure, as this was the first time he had actually fucked her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her hands into his greasy hair.

"That's it. Just like that. Make me yours." She moaned letting her head fall back against the cabinet, banging it roughly a few times as he bucked his cock up inside of her.

"You were made just for me. No one else will ever feel you like this." Kappa bit her breast and she groaned.

"Show the world I am yours Kappa. Show them why they can't touch what's yours." She praised him, running her hands down his back and grabbing his bare ass cheeks to try and shove him further inside of herself.

"I'll kill them. I'll kill them all if they ever touch you." Kappa's thrusts started to become sloppy and Y/n knew he was going to cum soon.

"I'm almost there. Fuck me harder Kappa, please!" She begged but Kappa couldn't hold off any longer as he came inside of her milking his cock inside her walls before removing his spent cock and replacing it with three of his fingers.

"Come on baby, cum on my fingers. You can do it. I want you to cum." Kappa held her gaze, one hand on her throat, the other shoving his cum inside of her pussy and expertly using his thumb to circle her swollen clit. Her moan turned into a scream and he felt a rush of her own release running down his palm. He quickly slipped back inside of her with his semi hard cock and her legs started to shake atop the counter.

"Shhhh shhh it's okay. It's okay. I've got you darlin." Kappa cooed at her as he slowly pushed his cock inside of her to keep both of their cum inside of her, a squelching noise vulgarly filling the silence of them trying to catch their breaths.

"Say you're mine." Kappa rested his forehead against Y/n's, feeling her breath against his face.

"You say you're mine first." She demanded making him chuckle.

"I am yours, only yours." He bumped his forehead against her own. She was hardheaded but he liked that about her. She opened her eyes and kissed his lips softly. It was a sweet gesture that they had skipped right over in the beginning of things but now felt so loving.

"And I am yours, only yours."

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Turtle and the Fox

Work 4 of DFL's Whumptober 2024

Work summary:

And it was embarrassing. Leo could choke down the pain, he could choke down the anger and hatred, he could turn hope into a sickly sweet thing like a mirage. But the embarrassment. It was always so strong. It was humiliating, always sharp and churning. Always made him far, far too aware. — Instead of getting evil hair and going to a spa, Leo ends up kidnapped by some weirdo. Shockingly, he has a bad time.

Content warnings for the work include: kidnapping, dehumanization, electrocution, conditioning, creepy behavior, and more. More details on ao3.

Chapter 6/11 — 4670 words

XI.

The turtle calmed down. Eventually. Kind of. Really he just cried himself out, which didn't take long with how dehydrated he was after throwing up.

Fennec got him up. Fennec unlatched the chain from the collar, got him to the bathroom and took off the muzzle so he could drink some water. Fennec put the muzzle back on, but didn't reattach the collar. 

“We’ll be doing some more training, since you did so well last time,” Fennec said, and Leo wasn't paying much attention. “And if you're good, I'll give you treats,” and suddenly Leo was, in fact, paying attention. 

Treats? What does that mean? He really hoped it didn't mean dog treats, those would probably be gross. Although there was this one memory of when they were little and Splinter brought them a bag...

Fennec brought him to the iron bars, still unleashed, and said “Stay,” so the kappa stayed. Fennec lifted the iron bars and passed through. 

There was a tupperware box on the table. With food. 

Not just plain rice and chicken or whatever, but instead, bite-sized things separated by little plastic... uh, separations. From here, the turtle could see cheese and salami bites, strawberries and grapes. And a baggie with little cookies. Some plain type, maybe oatmeal? But still—cookies. 

Holy shit Leo wanted it. He felt so abysmally bad, the variety alone sounded sooo appetizing. 

And fruit? Sweets? It sounded like heaven. Leo wanted some of that sweet sweet comfort soo bad. So bad. Some sugars to make him function.

“Good boy,” Fennec praised, smirking, and the kappa blinked. Huh? ...Oh, because he’d stayed inside the parameter of the cell. 

Well. He'd learned that lesson. 

Apparently, that earned him a treat. For which Fennec had to briefly remove his muzzle as he kneeled. The instinct to bite the fingers holding the piece of cheese flared up, but the turtle wanted that stupid cheese and also really really couldn't handle more punishments. So he waited patiently, watching the treat like it might vanish. 

Fennec praised him and gave him the bite. Put the muzzle back on. 

So they started on today’s plan. 

Stretches. The kappa completed them a set at a time, and earned himself treats along the way. 

A bite-sized piece of salami. A grape. Some more cheese. 

There weren't that many strawberries and the cookies felt more special for some reason, so it made sense Fennec was keeping them for now. 

After that, they moved along to learning some commands, and practice to automate them. It was becoming easier, to just block off thoughts and feelings and everything that sucked, and just allow his body to be a machine. An obedient animal. Just doing as it was told. 

“Heel,” and he heeled.

“Stand up,” and he stood up. 

“Stay,” and he stayed. 

“Lay down,” and he laid down. 

The movement was... considerably light. Sure, it made the kappa feel sore and all, because he was sore in general. But it wasn't overwhelming. 

And the treats were awesome. They helped settle something inside of him. The immediate reward. The way it eased the edge of nausea and hunger and thirst. The taste. The kappa was genuinely salivating. Disgusting.

They finished with the commands. 

“Now,” Fennec started speaking, and the kappa stood at attention. “We’ll need to start implementing a proper routine, with more advanced training. If I want a guard out of you, you'll need to be in top physical shape,” he spoke. The kappa was sure he felt... some way about that, but he didn't bother with pinning it down. It didn't matter. 

Fennec approached and by reflex Leo winced back. 

“...And we'll have to get rid of that,” Fennec mumbled, thinking out loud. “But you've been so, so good for me today,” he praised, hand reaching to smoosh the turtle’s cheek affectionately. “And you've been under so much duress, so, I think we’ll call it off here for now,” 

Relief. A foggy... satisfaction, at succeeding, at behaving well. 

“But,” 

Anxiety shot up. 

“Only if you promise to not bite me again, sound good?” Fennec said, amused. 

The kappa nodded immediately. He wanted a break. He just wanted a break. 

“With words,” 

Ack. That was... Leo swallowed. That was more uncomfortable. 

“Uh, I promise. That I won't bite you. Sir.” Leo managed to get through, each part tacked on as he remembered he should. 

“Good booyyyy,” Fennec grinned, patting his head and Leo smiled against his will, calming down. “C’mere,” and Leo followed. 

Fennec sat him down on the mattress, and clipped the chain on. Then he carefully, slowly unlatched the straps of the muzzle yet again. 

Leo watched him take out two strawberries from the box, and a couple cookies from the bag, and he felt tentatively excited. Unless the situation was about to turn bad again. Which it could. It could do that at any moment. It made Leo unpleasantly aware of his own heart pumping. His muscles twitching at random, leftover background tension. 

But Fennec returned to him, lowering the iron bars closed behind himself, and sat cross-legged on the mattress as well. Patted his thigh, and, okay then. Humiliating, but what hasn't been? 

The turtle laid his head down, looking upwards. His eyes latched onto the sight of the strawberry when it was offered. 

It was sweet. It was so nice. So nice. 

The kappa tuned Fennec out, whatever he was talking about. Only really registered whatever was relevant to him—commands or praise or anything like that. 

He was given strawberries, and he was given cookies, and it was so, so nice. There was a pocket inside his brain that felt good. Padded with insulation against the overwhelming, ten-times-bigger awfulness surrounding it. A pocket reserved for treats and hugs, the smell of coconut and linen, and warmth.

It was easy to doze off.

He just hoped he wouldn't have another one of those dreams.

—

The sound of footsteps and the clicking of a lock cut through the post-sleep haze. He didn't know how long he'd slept for, and it didn't matter. He hadn't bothered properly waking up because there wasn't anything to do anyway. 

Until now. 

Until the sound of two pairs of footsteps processed in his brain, and Leo was dragging himself into consciousness. Raised a hand to wipe the drool off his face– oh. Right. Muzzle.

Okay. Whatevs. Roll with it. 

Leo placed a hand on the wall to push himself up, swaying, chain clinking with his movement. He couldn't imagine the presence of a second person could mean anything good–

Leo was pretty sure the expression on his face, at that moment, sounded like ten windows falling to the ground and shattering. 

So. There were two possible reactions he could have to what he saw. 

One: immediately go into his shell, viciously embarrassed, and pray to be eaten by a glitch in physics.

And two, the one that won over: 

“I TOLD you to KEEP them OUT OF THIS–” Leo snarled, hands gripping the iron bars. “You– you– I am going to kill you–” he laughed in disbelief. This couldn't be real. He was dreaming again.

Fennec rolled his eyes, keeping his hands raised up for... whatever reason. “They involved themselves,” he said, clipped, clearly unhappy about it. 

“...Much as... much a-as I hate to be in agreement with the scum of the earth, that is a factual statement,” Donnie said, once he broke away from gaping at Leo with a bluescreened expression.

Donnie.

Donnie.

What the fuck was Donnie doing here. Donnie couldn't be here.

"How does one open the iron bars?” Donnie asked Fennec, Donnie was talking to Fennec. Donnie was in the same room as Fennec. It was wrong, it was so wrong, it couldn't be real. It was making Leo’s brain buffer completely. 

“You can't, I'll have to,” Fennec said. “They are also–”

“–Etched with runes and a spell that only you can control at the moment, yes, yes, we know. Open them,” Donnie said tersely, and Leo twitched and Fennec obeyed.

Donnie was avoiding looking at Leo. Leo– Leo– he didn't know how to process his. He was frozen. This couldn't be real.

Fennec stepped closer and Leo was torn between the reflex to wince back, away; and the desire to lunge at him and bash his head into the wall so he could never, never even look in Donnie’s direction.

(He couldn't lunge even if he wanted to. He was chained.)

He just stayed frozen, eyes moving from Fennec to Donnie to Fennec to Donnie. It was like an awkward collage, the way Donnie’s presence simply sat wrong in the room. Like his rich green skin and strong purple accents clashed with the muted beige palette of everything else. Like a Photoshop beginner’s work. Like a nightmare.

Donnie wouldn't look at him. He wouldn't meet Leo’s eyes, even with the steeled expression on his face.

Fennec raised the iron bars with a flick of his wrist that made Leo flinch. Leo could see Donnie’s jaw grind. 

“Remove the...” Donnie cleared his throat, he was trying to sound authoritative, “Remove the– the muzzle and the thing at his throat,” he forced out.

“The collar,” Fennec said coyly, the ghost of that same grin he always wore passing over his face as he closed in on Leo, hands reaching–

And maybe it was the presence of another turtle that broke out a whine from Leo’s throat as he stumbled backwards, teeth baring– 

“Shut up you cretin,” Donnie snapped and the noise was choked out. Leo couldn't see his expression because his eyes were now stuck on Fennec Fennec Fennec he's going to kill me he's going to–

–unlatch the collar and let it fall to the ground with the clatter of the chain still attached. Undo the straps around his face and take off the muzzle.

Leo stood there, breathing heavily, shaking, twitching here and there and everywhere. Like his body didn't quite get the memo that it wasn't being violently electrocuted. Heart running so intensely it ached.

His... neck felt... bare. The stale air of the room hit it, and it felt bare. Empty. Like something was missing. Like there was an itch Leo needed to scratch. Oversensitive and vulnerable out in the open.

The collar was at his feet. It was off. Beige and white frill and clip and leash and all.

He was free. It couldn't electrocute him, it couldn't restrain him. 

Leo’s eyes flicked back up to Fennec’s expression. 

His arm reared back, and he punched Fennec in the face with a crack.

...

It was an ugly satisfaction, the way the yōkai’s neck snapped to the side and his hands flew up to hold his snout. The fox even stumbling back from the force. 

Leo was distantly surprised the hit landed. From Fennec’s stance, Leo would've been sure he’d been expecting it. 

Leo was twitching. His heart was literally pounding, body expecting that same violent assault of electricity to gut him. Despite the way the shocks always blinded him to reality, the sensation was so clear in his mind he could feel it. Like a phantom sensation slamming into him, brain firing off all the alerts.

It never came. The only thing sparking through his nervous system was the tension. His heart was pounding. He felt faint, hands shaking.

The fox let out a quiet growl-groan, holding his nose with a sleeve. The sharp smell of blood leaked out anyway. 

Fennec was grinning, mean, regardless.

“Little soldier kappas,” was all he said, and Leo grabbed the collar of his shirt and slammed him back against the wall, putting himself between the freak and his twin. He twisted Fennec’s wrist, forcing him to drop the muzzle to the ground too.

Leo learned close, close, his shadow crawling over Fennec’s face. He was bigger. 

“Don't forget what I told you,” he reminded, quiet, dangerous, teeth grinding. 

“Your brother is already threatening to bomb my entire house,” Fennec said, far too unphased. 

Leo wanted to physically grab and shake his composure. 

There was a throat cleared behind Leo, and a “As much as I fully support your violent outburst towards this man—and that is not sarcastic, I really am cheering—I would love to get out of here,” Donnie reminded. 

Leo ground his teeth as he and Fennec stared at each other in the eyes. The yōkai was still holding his snout, sleeve slowly soaking up blood. 

Leo considered biting.

“D, you got hand-cuffs or something?” 

“Uuhhh Iii–” rustling, “–do not, no, but worry not, he won't attempt anything or I will nuke his entire genetic lineage,” Donnie said casually, calmly, and Leo snorted. 

Donnie is here and that is DISGUSTING was slowly doing its best to morph into Donnie is here and that is GREAT.

Donnie was here, with Leo. The muzzle was off. The collar was off.

His brothers were finally here to save him. For real. Leo smirked, letting his teeth show. The satisfaction of finally, finally having a leg up on Fennec was no longer ugly. 

Oh it was great.

XII.

First, he grabbed the pink sheet off the mattress and wrapped it around himself, holding it at the front.

Donnie wasn't looking at him. Leo refused to follow behind Fennec. Leo was free. 

This is why he lead the way as he marched the fuck out of that door, no longer locked. 

Behind it was... an honest to god spiral staircase. 

“Dude, what are you, a cartoon villain?” Leo poked fun as Fennec followed behind him. His voice echoed up the claustrophobia-inducing space. It wasn't the type of spiral staircase with a drop in the middle—just a thin hallway weaving up and up. 

“Yeah, and didn't even bother with good lighting in here, tsk tsk tsk,” Donnie immediately backed him up and Leo loved his twin so much.

And sure, Leo didn't miss the opportunity to make fun of Fin the Fennec Fox now that Donnie was here and ready to pull a railgun on the yōkai, but... well. He imagined getting past that door and trying to run up these stairs. He imagined how difficult it would've been. 

He ground his teeth, exhaling loudly through his nose.

Unfortunately, all the terrible sensations (soreness and pain and hypersensitivity, hunger and nausea and thirst, headache and a simmering bodily panic) remained. But they climbed those dang stairs. All the way to the top—reaching a short hallway with a door at the end.

Heavy. With a lock. Another barrier.

Leo stopped in front of it. His stomach twisted, nerves twitching. 

He could hear Fennec’s and Donnie’s breathing behind him, much quieter than his own. Waiting.

Leo just had to open the door. He'd opened the bottom one with none of this... this...

“Leo?” Donnie chimed in from behind him, concern tinting his tone. 

“Yeah,” Leo cleared his throat. “I, I got it,”

He was just... going to open it. Just grab the handle, and press it, and it would be unlocked. And he would open it. And he would just... walk out. 

And he would be fine. Fennec was right behind him, sure, but Donnie was here, and Leo would bet Raph and Mikey were just outside.

And the collar was off.

It was off. When he raised his hand and pressed it to his throat, he could feel it was off. 

It was fine. It was toootally fine.

And more than that—it was over. Here was Leo’s rescue! 

So– so he needed to be normal. He needed to just be normal, to bury everything that had happened in the lowest depths of the ocean until even he couldn't un-bury it. All the pain, all the panic, all the anger, all the shame. 

Leo just had to be normal. Normal people opened doors normally. 

Do it. 

Leo swallowed, and his hand wasn't as stable as he'd like, when he reached forward. He pressed down on the handle and–

And there was a click and Leo–

Whenever someone talked about flinching, he always sort of imagined it as a sudden cowering backwards, like a snap backwards. But he was discovering there was a spectrum at play here. Fun! 

Like now. It was like a jerking stiffening of his body, a reflex faster than his mental processing, carrying the memory of pain. Like muscle memory of pain.

He exhaled, forcing himself to do it as steadily as possible. 

“Just open–” 

There was a whack behind him, and again. It wasn't quite a wince, just a sudden spark-pop of tension in him that snapped off in the same second.

Leo swallowed. 

He opened the door. 

He...

He wasn't sure what he was expecting outside. It was just– a hallway, with two more doors, but now, like, a normal hallway. Decently spacious instead of cramped and difficult to move in. One of the doors was solid like this one, on the side; the other was on the other end of the hallway, with a fogged window at the top half.

There was also a painting. On the wall. Not very big, not accurate to its real proportions. It was from the Renaissance. 

The only reason Leo knew its name was because, in textbooks, he'd see his own above it.

“Lady with an Ermine” by Leonardo DaVinci. 

His teeth were gritted and his hands were shaking. And he was just standing there, again, just staring, again. 

He felt sick. He felt rage and hatred. 

“You think you're soo funny,” Leo whispered, staring at the painting. 

“I’m a connoisseur of the arts–” Fennec started, casual and easy-going, 

“Shut up,” Donnie snarled. Leo freaking loved his twin. Leo hated the way his own throat locked with the command.

He breathed in, slowly. Held it. Exhaled. He was shaking; no, he was twitching. 

He marched forwards and yanked the painting off the wall. 

“Hey bro, you got a lighter?” 

“I have a blowtorch,”

“Perfect, hand it over,”

So they took a five minute break to blowtorch that cursed painting. The hallway smelled like fire smoke, now. When Leo threw it, half-burned, onto the floor, it singed the wall paint.

Good.

Fennec looked like he was holding back a protest. Like he wasn't happy about their destruction of his property. Fantastic. 

Leo had zero qualms about this. Not even a shred of shame. This man had forced him to his knees through sheer mind-cracking pain, he deserved a little property destruction! 

It wasn't even an actual painting, it was a fucking print! 

—

“LEO!” 

“Mikey wait–”

“Mikey–!”

As soon as Leo has stepped out the door into the main of the house, he had a whole heapin’ portion of little brother slamming into his front to hug him. Leo oofed with the wind knocked out of him and stumbled back. Had to place one hand on the wall to steady himself. 

And, well. Leo kinda wanted to burn off his skin, sure. He didn't want his brother anywhere close to whatever Fennec Particles were left on his skin. 

But Mikey was literally already hugging him full koala style, so like... too late?

While Raph had frozen, hands hovering and stinking of worry, Mikey nuzzled his cheek, grinning.

“Leo!” he exclaimed again, “Bro, we missed you!” 

And– and Leo blinked, still catching up with the surreality of everything going on.

“Hug me back, dumbass,” Mikey said flatly.

And Leo wrapped his arms around his little brother, a grin finally breaking out over his face.

“Dude, Mikes! Jeez, give a guy a warning!” he dramaticized, squeezing Mikey and spinning him in a circle against all his personal bodily protests. It was worth it, to hear Mikey laugh that brightly. It twinkled around in Leo’s brain and it was, like, the best sound Leo has heard all week. 

Even if the spinning really didn't help the nausea. Jeez-louize, Leo was going to take a twenty hour long nap back home. 

A bit of the tension lowered from Raph’s shoulders with this display, though not much. He was still looking at Leo in a haunted sort of way. Leo hated it. It made his skin prickle like he was a furred mammal, hyperawareness and sensitivity starting to tick back up.

And Raph’s gaze moved over to Fennec, and Leo saw in real time as his big brother’s morals looked at murder as an option for the first time. Whipping out his dual tonfa with a twirl and slamming them together, red constructs forming over his fists.

And honestly? More power to him! Leo was fully on the same page! 

“Donnie!” April’s voice called out from somewhere upstairs. “Come check this out real quick!” she yelled.

“On it!” Donnie yelled back, and Leo turned enough to see him give Fennec the I'm watching you gesture. “If you do anything–!” 

“You will bomb my house, yeah,” Fennec said, once again making Leo grind his teeth. He hated how unshakeable the man presented himself as. Even with his visibly-was-punched-hard nose (hopefully it was broken). He exhaled forcefully.

Mikey’s hands tightened around him, and if it wasn't for his caparace, Leo was pretty sure he'd feel claws digging in. Raph let out a low growl. Both of them glaring at Fennec like he'd– well. Like he'd kidnapped and hurt their brother, so. Fair’s fair, actually. 

Raph, bless his heart, strode over to the fox. Fennec tried to back away, but within the time of a single step, a giant red fist slammed into him so hard it directly rammed him into the wall. 

Leo and Mikey wooped. 

Fennec stumbled out of the Fennec-shaped wall crater, visibly disoriented and groaning with pain, holding his abdomen.

“Let's get outta here,” Raph huffed, and Leo straight up admired his self-restraint. Donnie or Mikey would not have stopped at a single hit. At this point maybe Leo wouldn't have either. “Leo, you all good to walk?” 

And.

Well. 

Hm. 

...Sort of?

His skin was permanently burning-peeling, at this point. He felt thirsty and hungry and exhausted on levels that made him feel like he was about to faint. All his muscles were stiff and aching from the forceful contraction of electrocution. All his nerves felt barren and overactive, sending occasional twitches and tics through his system. There was a headache somewhere in the back, mingling with dry-red-hot eyes and an awful taste in his mouth. 

All in all, Leo felt wrung out. 

He just wanted to teleport right back home into a turtle pile with his brothers. Mikey was still squeezing him, and even as it was getting increasingly more difficult to hold him up with every second, that was nice. The warmth, the good physical contact. Physical contact that Leo wanted to lean into and soak in.

But.

But.

He realized he did not want Raph knowing any of this. If Leo didn't have to be on his feet and moving, if he didn't have this sucky Fennec-smelling sheet covering him up, he would've already disappeared into his shell. To hide. In shame and embarrassment. 

And the less he thought about it all, the easier it was to shove those feelings under the rug with all the other trash. 

Leo just wanted to get home. He just wanted it all to be over. 

“Yep!” he said brightly, slapping on a grin. 

“Okay great,” Raph clasped his hands. “DONNIE!” 

“Almost done!” came the yelled reply from upstairs. What they were doing there, Leo hadn't a clue. Hopefully thrashing more of Fennec’s belongings. Maybe a framed photo of his mother or his beige wardrobe or something. 

Now that Leo was seeing it for the first time, the house continued the yōkai’s aesthetic. Beiges and browns and grays and whites and blacks, a creamy muted palette. It was spacious and clean, decorated in the style somewhere between British Classic and Italian Mafia Wannabe.

While waiting for the two upstairs, Leo put Mikey down on the ground. His brother remained latched onto his hand, though. 

Raph had his arms crossed, still glowering at the Fennec fox. 

“You're comin’ with us to HCP– uh.” Raph seemed to reconsider. “...You're comin’ with us to... until we decide how to deal with you in a legal manner.” he settled on. 

Fennec snorted. 

“Heck yeah Raph, get his ass!” Leo cheered, because like hell was he just gonna let his big brother feel in any way smaller than the fennec fox yōkai. Fennec did NOT get to snort at Leo’s brothers. Only Leo (and his brothers) got to do that!

“Got it!” came Donnie’s voice, him and April rushing down the stairs.

“Got what??” Mikey asked.

Donnie’s eyes flicked to Leo and immediately away, and wow, haha, that felt awful. “I’ll– I’ll tell you later.” 

Okay then. Okay. Right. Only Mikey and April were being normal so far. In contrast to Donnie’s weirdness, Raph’s eyes kept breaking their glare at Fennec to flick to Leo in... in... concern maybe? Leo pretended not to notice. He also pretended it wasn't making him want to start scratching at his scales, uncomfortable.

He redirected his attention to–

“My ōdachi!” he exclaimed, grinning with stars in his eyes, and he crossed the distance to April in half a second. 

She snorted and offered it to him with no hesitation, and he took the blade in delight. Pressed the hilt to his face and caressed it lovingly. 

“Oh my sweet sweet sword how I missed you–” Leo lamented dramatically. It was true, and it also successfully eased up the tension. At least with the two normal people in the room. 

“You think you can portal us straight home, Blue?” April suggested, and that sounded great, she's a genius and Leo loved her.

“You are a genius and I love you,” he voiced, turning the sword in his hand to get into the familiar feel of it. It was always a little uncomfortable in his grip, but he'd more or less learned how to hold it over time and use. “Okay, huddle up everyone! Weird creepy foxes as far away as possible in the huddle though!” 

His family members stepped closer, Donnie and Raph taking charge of their new criminal. They should find some rope or handcuffs or something. 

(Or a chain leash.)

“HAAACHIII MAACHII–” Leo declared, waving his ōdachi in a circle and trying to summon his mystic portaling ability. That thing was always so slippery. He focused on home. On the physical space of it, sure, but also the feeling of safety, the memories of childhood. Putting in directed intention.

The sword started sparkling and–

–loudly clattered to the ground as Leo yanked his hands away like he'd been burnt.

(Or shocked.)

Silence. His rapid heartbeat, breath in his throat and too loud. Twitching-trembling in his hovering hands, muscle memory of voltage speaking. Anxiety thrumming through him. 

They stared at him. They saw that. It was wrong wrong wrong. He wanted to yell at them to stop looking at him. He wanted to yell at Fennec to stop fucking smiling.

Leo ground his teeth together. 

He pulled and arranged his limbs like stiff metal. Crouched down. Reached. 

His hand locked before he could actually grab the hilt. The idea of taking the sword felt like biting a bullet. Or like intentionally grabbing an exposed circuit.

The tension felt charged, like an undercurrent of electricity. 

...

“Haha, got your sword!” Mikey cackled, in one swoop snatching the sword and turning on his heel to walk out the door. 

Leo exhaled and straightened up, relief washing down his shoulders. He loved his little brother so, so much.

“Noo!” he called after him half-heartedly. “How dare you!”

The sharpness of the tension melted away. 

Instead, it turned into a puddle of–

Leo mechanically marched his legs forwards to follow Mikey. To ignore Raph’s pinched worry and April’s concerned frown and Donnie’s avoided eye contact. Shame-embarassment-humiliation gripped at his feet and at the bottom of his intestines like mycelium. 

He pulled the bed sheet tighter around himself and wished he could scrub his skin with a giant eraser.

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Pirate101 Character creation ideas

Ideas for Character Class, Orphan story, and Foster Parents ect…

Do Not Own Pirate101, just some ideas kicked around

Character Class:

Engineer: creates inventions promotion companions cut in half, high will, low strength speed, hammers or tools as weapons. (Caught trying to rewire a Clockwork: Companion Moolan Female soldier)

Charmer: Medium Will, Medium Speed, Low Strength, can convert enemies to your side and get discount on gold, fan or flirtatious item as weapon. (Caught Charming A Valencian Lord. Companion: Kappa Turtle Engineer.)

Musician: Medium Will, Medium Strength, low Speed, uses music against enemies, gets more gear, uses instruments as weapons. (Captured while distracting Armada, Companion: Maki the Dragon Princess)

Raider: High Strength, Low Will, Low Speed, uses giant swords or duel axes as weapons, can add additional damage to enemies, get more weapons. (Captured making weapons for the resistance. Companion: Kimchi Beast Whisperer)

Tamer: High Speed, Low Will, Low Strength, uses animals as weapons, can command beast to join fight, get more pets. (Captured freeing animals armada imprisoned. Companion: Tteokbokki Yakooza Betrayer)

Mariner: Low Will, Low Speed, Low Strength, uses ship parts as weapons, can upgrade ship without buying on, massive discount on your ships, can summon spiral portal to attack enemies (Captured sabotaging Armada Ships. Companions: Mochi cursed Celestial Ogre)

Orphaned

Rival Crew: an enemy crew killed your family (Companion: Thut’mose III Krokotopian Warrior)

Witchdoctor Curse: A Evil Witch Doctor cursed you family (Companion: Munch Gobbler Nibbler)

Pox: Your family were stricken with the pox and did not survive (Companion: Sir Grimm Spider Healer)

Monster: You parents were fighting a monster and were eaten (Companion: Darron the Archer Elf)

Amnesia: You don’t remember what happened to your parents or your crew and woke up alone (Companion: Gol Gol Ettin Brawler)

Foster Parents

Dragonspyre Scholars: Trained by scholars of dragonspyre.

Darkmoore Knights: Raised by warrior heroes of Darkmoore.

Aquila Dancers: Adopted by snake dancers.

Cool Ranch Rancher: Foster parents were ranchers.

Monquistan Church: Raised by the priest of the church.

Wizard City Fisherman: Cared for by fishermen.

[citruswriter]

Omegaverse Ranks

For whenever I decide to write omegaverse shit.

The Traditional

Alpha - Dominant. The leader.

Beta - Mostly dominant. Second-in-command. The supporter.

Omega - Submissive. The lowest rank. Usually weaker.

Luna - A mate. Usually used for the more submissive mate.

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Extended - My version

The Leaders

Alpha - Socially dominant, physically dominant.

Gamma - Socially submissive, physically dominant.

The Second in Commands

Beta - Socially Dominant, physically dominant.

Delta - Socially submissive, physically dominant.

The Bottoms

Omega - Socially submissive, physically submissive.

Sigma - Socially dominant, physically submissive.

The Hybrids

Epsilon - Alpha/Gamma & Beta/Delta hybrid. Socially dominant, physically dominant.

Upsilon - Alpha/Gamma & Beta/Delta hybrid. Socially submissive, physically dominant.

Iota - Beta/Delta & Omega/Sigma hybrid. Socially dominant, physically submissive.

The Exempt

Phi - Healers. Socially submissive, usually physically submissive.

Zeta - No pheromones & can't be affected by others pheromones. Don't usually partner but when they do ~ socially submissive, usually physically dominant.

Theta - Has a mutated beta gene. Calming scent knocks others out. Socially dominant, usually physically dominant.

Kappa - Has a mutated omega gene. Overpowering scent, usually overstimulating. Socially submissive, physically submissive.

Mate Terms

Sola - Gets others pregnant, has ruts.

Luna - Gets pregnant, has heats.

Stella - Gets pregnant, has ruts.

Nova - Gets others pregnant, has heats.

Astra - Can't get pregnant, has heats and/or ruts.

Aurora - Can't get pregnant, doesn't have heats/ruts.

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Just a heads up, I don't write mpreg. I'll write it if it's a transguy/masc or male/masc intersex person. I'm sorry. I also don't usually write wlw/mlm smut but I'll write tension. I'm saying this bc I ✨suck✨ at writing it. I also don't write submissive males. Again, I'm sorry. But I'm an utter bottom and suck at writing femdoms. Ya'll have my heart tho. Also yes I'll write the ranks for all sorts of animals. If I don't feel comfortable writing for a certain animal then I'll let you know.

Also if ya'll want me to expand on my omegaverse shit at all, just ask and I will.

[pabsterthelobster]

The Cymond Cluster

This is a list of the many universal streams within the Cymond universal cluster (its name a reference to the Diaclone franchise that preceded Transformers, whose name comes from a merger of the words "diamond" and "cyclone"), one of the many clusters of different universes that make up the Transformers multiverse as documented by the TransTechs. The Cymond cluster mainly consists of worlds from other franchises that either precede the franchise itself, or some miscellaneous TakaraTomy franchises that are somewhat related to the franchise.

Cymond MMYY.DD - Example

Canon streams

Cymond 772.00 Beta - the Henshin Cyborg, Diakron, and Kronoform toylines

Cymond 381.00 Beta - the New Microman toyline (includes Micro Change subline)

Cymond 1184.00 Gamma - the Zoids: Starriors comic miniseries

Cymond 290.03 Alpha - the Brave Exkaiser anime

Cymond 999.04 Alpha - the Zoids: Chaotic Century anime (includes New Century sequel anime)

Possible streams

Cymond 1082.03 Alpha - the Super Dimension Fortress Macross anime (origin of Jetfire)

Cymond 1083.07 Alpha - the Special Armored Battalion Dorvack anime (origins of Autobot Deluxe Vehicles)

Cymond 384.00 Gamma - the Armored Insect Corps Beetras manga (origins of Decepticon Deluxe Insecticons)

Cymond 484.15 Alpha - the Super Dimension Cavalry Southern Cross anime (associated with Macross and Orguss as part of Super Dimension anime trilogy)

Cymond 885.22 Gamma - the Commandrons comic miniseries (Commandron faction appears in Beast Wars: Uprising; likely due to merger of original parent Tomy with Transformers parent Takara)

Cymond 493.03 Delta - the Gridman the Hyper Fighter live-action series (collaboration between Takara and Tsuburaya; God Zenon resembles Optimus Prime; includes Gridman Universe anime franchise which references Shattered Glass)

Cymond 401.06 Alpha - the Dennō Bōkenki Webdiver anime

Cymond 402.05 Alpha - the Daigunder anime

Associated via GoBots toyline (Hasbro owns GoBots after buying out Tonka)

Cymond 1083.02 Alpha - the Genesis Climber MOSPEADA anime (connected via model kits sold by Monogram)

Associated via Convertors toyline (created by Select using models by Takatoku, MARK, Gakken, and EXCITE; Maladroid faction and characters Zark and Zardak used in Transformers media, implying ownership)

Cymond 1081.06 Alpha - the J9 Series anime trilogy (consists of Galaxy Cyclone Braiger, Galactic Gale Baxingar, and Galactic Whirlwind Sasuraiger)

Cymond 783.03 Alpha - the Super Dimension Century Orguss anime

Cymond 284.03 Alpha - the Super High Speed Galvion anime

Brave series streams (robot designs reused from Transformers)

Cymond 291.02 Alpha - The Brave of the Sun Fighbird

Cymond 292.07 Alpha - The Brave of Legend Da-Garn

Cymond 193.30 Alpha - The Brave Express Might Gaine

Cymond 294.05 Alpha - The Brave Police J-Decker

Cymond 295.04 Alpha - The Brave of Gold Goldran

Cymond 296.03 Alpha - Brave Command Dagwon

Cymond 297.01 Alpha - The King of Braves GaoGaiGar (includes Betterman)

Cymond 1298.17 Kappa - The Saint of Braves Baan Gaan (coordinates drawn from Brave Saga release date)

Cymond 101.26 Kappa - the Brave Saga Astaria video game

Cymond 205.17 Kappa - Quantum Leap Layzelber (coordinates drawn from New Century Brave Wars release date)

Cymond 491.03 Alpha - the Eldran series (Tomy series that has crossed over with Brave)

Zoids series streams

Cymond 1185.09 Gamma - the Marvel UK Zoids comics

Cymond 1291.30 Alpha - the Soukou Kyoshin Z-Knight OVA

Cymond 1003.04 Alpha - the Zoids: Fuzors anime

Cymond 405.10 Alpha - the Zoids: Genesis anime

Cymond 717.07 Alpha - the Zoids: Wild anime

I'd like to thank portarmy on Twitter for inspiring this post with their own Cymond headcanons. I know I'm hardly scratching the surface on this little thought experiment of mind, but I thought it was fun to do.

[dailydemonspotlight]

Mizuchi - Day 22

Race: Snake

Alignment: Neutral

April 19th, 2024

Serpentine monsters are a common sight in mythology; whether it be the great Dragons of yore, the feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl, the aboriginal Rainbow Serpent Yurlungur, or even the classical Ouroboros. However, Japan loves snakes in mythology. We've already covered one in Yamata-No-Orochi, but there are so many more, whether it be the adorable and hilarious Yokai Tsuchinoko, or, in the case of the demon we're covering today, the legendary water serpent, Mizuchi.

Mizuchi is rarely seen throughout the tremendous amounts of tales that make up Japanese mythology, only mentioned in the Nihon Shoki (the oldest still-remaining text of Japan's history, dating all the way back to the Yōrō era) as well as appearing in a single Man'yōshū poem. In spite of this, Mizuchi has been the topic of many scholarly debates, eventually being bastardized through history into everyone's favorite root-chakra destroying turtle, the Kappa.

Mizuchi, however, is not originally from Japan- its name is actually a transliteration from several Chinese glyphs, particularly several glyphs describing different dragons, serpents, and monsters of Chinese mythology. Admittedly, I don't know much about Japanese, but one of the kanji used to spell the name Mizuchi implies that it's a snake, but it first-and-foremost means "Water spirit." The word, in English, can be broken down into "Spirit-of-Water," as Mi- means water, -tsu- (the way that it is pronounced) effectively means 'of,' and -chi is a suffix that describes a spirit. Due to this, Mizuchi's origin as a Chinese myth makes it very, very hard to track down much of a solid origin for it, given that it originates from what was effectively a way to match how it sounds to how it's spelled.

Now, in terms of mythology, Mizuchi was first referenced in the Nihon Shoki- as the story goes, under the reign of Emperor Nintoku, there was a fork at a river that contained a great water serpent that would be a very deadly nuisance- it attacked random passersby, spat venom at anybody who came near, broke apart caravans, and was generally just a prick. Eventually, fed up with this, a man named Agatamori approached the spirit with a challenge- he tossed three Calabashes into the water and challenged the spirit to see if it could sink them. If not? Mizuchi would face a swift death. The dragon, perturbed, obliged, yet was unsuccessful, meeting a demise by the hands of the man.

Later on, Agatamori found his way to the fellows of the mischievous snake, and in a move as genocidal as it was unwarranted, slaughtered the entire clan of Mizuchi. The lake below was filled with their blood, later becoming the noted "Pool of Agatamori." However, in spite of how apocalyptic this may seem, it turns out that there are more recollections of Mizuchi in the mix, and this tale was but one of many.

The god of the river recorded in Nintoku 11 is also commonly seen as a Mizuchi. A dam being built along Yodo River was subject to an attack from an unknown force, completely breached. Confused, the Emperor commanded a rebuild of it, only for it to be breached yet again. This happened time and time again, and eventually, the Emperor saw a solution to his problem through a prophetic dream. Bringing two men to the riverfront, he offered them up to the River God, but one refused. Likely recognizing the circumstances, the man demanded to see the divinity of the snake by trying the age-old calabash trick, tossing a set into the river and daring the god to sink them. Unsurprisingly, the Mizuchi failed, and likely grew to resent calabashes for the rest of its life.

The last example of a Mizuchi in classical Japanese mythology comes from the Man'yōshū, a collection of ancient poems that have been passed down from generation to generation. In one of them, a poem composed by Prince Sakaibe, he describes a short and intriguing tale regarding a Mizuchi. In quote, "I could ride a tiger to leap over the Old Shack, to the green pool, to take down the mizuchi dragon there, if only I had a sword capable of doing just that." The story regards a mizuchi dragon as being almost common knowledge, bringing up as many questions as it does answers- however, the way it regards it in such a casual manner may play into why Mizuchi are so scarcely mentioned.

If everyone knew about mizuchi, then they wouldn't feel the need to record it, right? The casual cadence of the poem seems to give light to the idea that mizuchi were a common sight or concept in ancient Japan, and it may have to do with their later bastardization into Kappa. In some areas, kappa are given a name incredibly similar to a mizuchi, such as "Mizushi," "Medochi," or "Mintsuchi." Past this, a common trait in Kappa stories lies in their hatred of calabashes, something which is similar to the distaste Mizuchi have for calabashes in both stories they appear in. Some historians speculate that mizuchi and kappa were in the same general 'clique' of water dwelling monsters.

God, that was a lot. Mizuchi are confusing. However, in terms of the SMT series, there's a lot less to comment on; their appearance as a water spirit in the form of a snake is faithful, and their design is as simple as it is elegant. They appear to be made of clear water, almost like a rushing river in the form of a snake. Throughout the series, Mizuchi are a common sight in the early-mid game, even appearing as a boss in Nocturne. Their specialty in ice skills, the closest thing SMT has to water skills, is almost obvious. However, overall, there's elegance in simplicity, and Mizuchi is just that.

[sylvaridreams]

you're hiding for your life in a box and the commander shows up and starts shouting for more kappa to come get your ass. wyd.