#girls when the robots are big but feelings are bigger

[e1dritchqueer]

the fearful intimacy of the pilot bonded with its mech...

the knowledge that either one could destroy and hurt the other... that if this doesn't work out, you both are harmed

like it is an equal exchange of vulnerability, one finds themself within the guts of a war machine, one that could very well kill them, while the other gives up control and autonomy to be piloted by someone who is not them

both run the risk of harming the other, and of themself, yet engage in this fearful intimacy to survive

[flrlgreen]

lights, camera, action (kento nanami x reader) + twt prn links

a/n: been thinking about porn star nanami heavily. (again, i'm tired sorry for any errors.)

cw: fem reader, DADDY KINK, filming, size kink, vaginal sex, use of the names good girl, pretty girl, fingering, reader has a vagina, breeding, unprotected sex, HEAVY dom sub dynamics.

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Kento Nanami was popular, and for good reason. He was damn good at what he did. When you found out you two would be working together your heart fluttered a bit. In this business, you’ve worked with a lot of different people, but Nanami was different. He was one of the most popular, if not THE most popular male adult movie star on the scene right now. 

You felt nervous as you sat in the makeup chair. The soft bristles touched your skin for what seemed like the millionth time until you heard a ‘you’re all done!’ from the makeup artist. “What do you think?”  She asks as you run a hand through your styled hair and look in the mirror in front of you. “I love it. Thank you.” You say and admire your reflection in the mirror.  “I’m glad!” She says and as if on queue the director enters. You spin the chair around to look at him. “Great, you’re done. Nanami is here. Filming starts in 45 minutes.” He says and as quickly as he entered he left. 

You let out a sigh say your thanks to the makeup artist one last time and walk onto the cold sterile set. There was some light chatter before you entered, but when the director and Nanami saw you it all came to a halt. 

Nanami catches your attention immediately. God, this man was TALL. Much bigger than you in every single way, and the fact he was drop-dead gorgeous didn’t help calm your nerves. “Just the girl we were talking about.” The director says. “O-oh! Hi.” You say meekly and walk over to the two men. Nanami smiles when he sees how nervous you are. “Hello, I’m Nanami.” He says and his big hand reaches out to shake yours. 

It was like you had short circuited. Your smaller hand wrapped around his. Fuck, he’s so big. How’s his dick going to fit? You didn’t realize you were shaking his hand without saying anything until you snapped out of your perverted haze. “H-hi! I’m sorry.” You apologize, he doesn’t seem to mind your nervousness. If anything, he thinks it’s cute.

Despite a very awkward start, before you know it you get lost in conversation with your scene partner, and when filming started the acting and fluff before the actual sex scenes didn’t feel as robotic and awkward as they always do with the other men you shoot with. 

But now, it’s time for the actual thing. 

The blonde man was greedily kissing your soft lips while his strong hands roamed your small frame. You were straddling him and grinding on his rock-hard bulge. He let out some moans into the kiss. He kissed you with so much want, and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced on a porn set before. His teeth grazed and tugged on your bottom lip while his hands began to unclasp your bra. 

When your bra hits the bed Nanami pulls away from the intense kiss to admire your plump breasts. “Pretty girl, has such pretty little tits.” He groans before immediately latching onto your hardened bud. 

He sucks on your right nipple while his big hand massages the other one. “D-daddy, fuck. Feels good~” You moan. Making sure to be louder than you usually would be to play it up for the camera. The sounds of light sucking and soft whiny moans fill the room while he works on your tits. “My pretty girl.” He gives each one of your tits one last kiss before turning you on your stomach and getting behind you for the next scene. 

He massages the fat of your ass before his hand starts to dip into your wet panties. “Sweet little Baby is already so wet for me. So fucking cute.” He says as his index finger begins to push your wet panties to the side and prods at your wetness. “I’m so wet for Daddy.” You reply. Your words go straight to his impossibly hard cock. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He says and shoves a digit in your cunt. He can’t hold himself back anymore.  

“F-fuck!” You yelp while his thick digit goes in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. “Mhm, so fucking tight and wet for Daddy, Baby.” He says while slowly speeding up the movement of his finger before adding another. “Feels so good Daddy. F-fuck.” You look straight into the camera while he works his magic on your pussy with his fingers. The bright lights are shining down on you two illuminating the glistening wetness on his fingers. 

Nanami is very gifted when it comes to pleasuring women. You can tell why he was so popular with other adult actresses. 

He climbs on you while his pointer and middle finger are knuckles deep in you while he bites and licks the shell of your ear while you cry and moan like a whore for the camera. “R-right there!” You cry out when he hits the spot that makes you see stars. “Right here, Baby?” He teases and hits your g spot with his thick fingers. “Yes, Daddy! I can’t!” You cry when he hits your sweet spot over and over. 

He smiles against the shell of your ear and pulls his fingers out of your wetness suddenly. You whine and clench around nothing and before you could even retort, the blonde man turns you on your back and you watch as he brings his two slicked fingers to his mouth. His tongue darts out and licks up the sweet fluid all over his fingers. “You taste good Sweetheart.” He says and licks every last drop of your arousal off of his fingers. 

“Stop,” You cover your face with your hands and try not to look at the man in front of you. “It’s embarrassing Daddy.” You say behind your hands. Nanami smiles and moves your hands away from your face. “Come here, Baby. Taste yourself on my tongue.” He leans in and shoves his strong tongue into your desperate and needy mouth.

The taste of him and your sweet arousal was mind-numbingly good. You suck on his tongue and you can hear him moan into the kiss. You suck every last drop of your arousal out of your scene partner's mouth. When the kiss eventually breaks there’s a long trail of spit connecting you two. “So good, take off that slutty little skirt and panties now.” He demands, his eyes filled with lust. Pupils dilated. 

You obey Nanami and take off your soaked panties along with your short skirt that didn’t really cover much. His gaze stays on your glistening pussy the whole time, even while he takes off his own pants and boxers. When your panties were completely off you admire his pretty cock, but his gaze never left you. 

He was big. No surprise there. The tip leaked  pre cum. It dripped all the way down to his trimmed pubes. “Do you like what you see?” He teases and strokes his cock a couple of times. “Yeah, it’s so big Daddy.” You reply. He laughs. “You sure you can take it?” He says while pushing you flat on your back while nestling between your now spread legs. 

“Mhm~” You say. “Daddy’s girl has such a pretty little cunt.” He says when he gets completely situated between your legs. “So cute,” He hisses before rubbing the tip of his leaking cock head on your wet folds. “Mn- I could cum just from this.” He says continuing to rub the tip up and down occasionally catching your clit and circling it. 

“Daddy put it in. Please. No teasing.” You cry when you feel his warm pre cum smear on your aching clit. “But it’s gonna hurt,” He says, voice dripping with faux sympathy. “Don’t care, need it no- FUCK!” 

The stretch is something you’ve never felt before. All the cocks you’ve taken don't even compare to his. The stretch is so delicious. His cock fills you to the brim and you swear you’ve never felt so full. “So big, oh my fucking god.” You cry while he bottoms out inside your pussy.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” He hisses and grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder to go deeper. You’re in heaven, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You feel like you could melt. 

The camera man gets up from his chair. The focus of the camera shifts over to where you two are connected. The way your pussy glistened with wetness under the harsh bright lights made Nanami’s cock twitch inside of you. “Good girl. You’re taking me so well.” He moans while speeding up his thrusts. The camera pans over to your fucked out face. 

You know for a fact you look like a hot mess. Makeup smudged and hair ruined. “I’m so full!” Right when those words escape your mouth Nanami hits your cervix. “I can’t!” You feel like you’re going to pass out in this very bed. 

Nanami pulls his cock out before slamming it back in so many times you can’t count. You weren’t even keeping track of the amount of times he hit that spot inside you. The camera goes back and forth between capturing your face and zooming in on your abused pussy. 

Nanami’s grunts fill the room which tells you he is reaching his peak soon. “Best pussy I’ve ever had. I need to fill you up and breed you.” He grips your thigh and drills you harder than before. From this angle, he was only going deeper with each thrust. “Do you feel good Sweetie?” He asks while sweat drips down his forehead. You can only nod. “I can’t fuck. I’m gonna.” You can feel his whole body tense up while he gets the last of his sloppy thrusts in. 

The camera is on him now. The focus is on his last couple of thrusts. He’s almost whining while he spills his seed inside of you. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to cum that fast.” He huffs and apologizes. “It’s okay Daddy.” You reply as he pulls out. You watch as his thick cock slides out along with his warm cum. “Okay cut!” The director yells. 

(To be continued??? Maybe.)

[jadedwoman]

(lengthy, wrote this over two days, horror, needles, cowgirl, body modification)

As you wake up at the temple, everything seems normal at first, servants traversing the halls with dumb grins on their face, new guests visiting and clearly confused by what's happening, even the same smell of sex and worship is in the air. But as you reach the main room for worship, something is immediately off. Sitting on the throne isn't the Eldritch goddess you devoted your life too, instead it's a somewhat shorter robot girl, casually sleeping as you approach.

When you get close enough, you see me quickly awake, eyes begining to glow once more as I look you up and down, yawning as if suggesting I was about to fall asleep again. As you look at me, you can't help but feel anger build, the arrogance of me sitting in your goddess's throne, it's almost too much. Eventually, you start trying to tell me to get off, demanding I show the goddess proper respect, but in response I just close my eyes once more and pretend to snore.

After a few minutes back and forth, I realize you're not going to leave me alone, slowly jumping off the throne and walking over to you, my body still somewhat short and cute when I finally reach you. With a giggle I finally seem to recognize what you were saying, just giving a casual answer back, "oh, I'm still her! Or well..she's still me? It's kinda confusing...we kinda just switch forms and shake it up a bit, but it's been so long with each form we're practically our own people," I speak as if making complete sense.

At first you don't believe me, clearly thinking I'm just a heretic impersonating your goddess, but when I switch an arm into a tentacle, you quickly end up convinced. With another laugh, I move closer, a hint of anger in my eyes as I speak, "now, let's talk about how one of MY servants had the audacity to question MY authority, okay?~" it's obvious I'm not asking a question, my wires coiling around your body, seemingly effortlessly lifting you up as I carry you to a room you hadn't seen before.

In the room, there's a wide array of technology, far more advanced than you've seen before, a few robot bodies standing on one side of the room while complex machines sit against the other. As we enter, I finally let you down, sitting you comfortably in a chair, that then immediately locks cuffs around your wrists and bonds your feet together. Sitting there, you can feel a thin wire start creeping up your body, starting under your shirt before sliding up out through the hole for your neck and grazing by your ear, making you shudder in response.

Eventually, you see two more wires approach your chest, thin needles in the ends of them. Slowly, they prick your nipples, seeming to inject them with something as you feel them begin to swell, aching and growing even more sensitive. As your chest grows, I simply watch patiently, letting you get bigger and bigger breasts before it simply stops, but unlike the growing, the sensitivity remains.

The other wire, the one by your ear, finally slides into it, eventually connecting with your brain as a pulse of electricity hits you. Each pulse, another memory being lost, completely forgotten as it seems more and more like you've always been here. Eventually, you don't remember anything else but the room, everything else blanked out as I start to lean over you.

With slow, mechanical motions, I start swaying my chest side to side, my own breasts seeming to have gotten bigger at some point as you just watch them bounce and sway. As you stare, you hear me mutter words, unable to fully make them out with your mind so focused on my tits. Eventually, you can't help but feel glad your boobs are so big, feeling like that's all you've ever really wanted, big fat tits~

Soon, I begin talking about more than just your tits, talking about how dumb and obedient you're feeling, how natural it would be to be a pet, how much pleasure it would bring you. As it goes on, you let out a small yet audible moo, my words quickly stopping as I look at you, "aww~ someone wants to be a cow huh?~" I say in response, one more prick hitting your chest as you suddenly feel milk start to leak out.

With your chest swollen and leaking, it gets easier to start craving release, your moos getting more and more frequent as you get completely freed from the bindings, still not even moving as you just get hopelessly obsessed with being milked. Eventually, I pick you up and start dragging you along with me, taking you out to the front of the temple.

Outside, you see a few stalls in a medium sized building and are quickly ushered in. Inside, there's rows and rows of cow girls, all mooing and moaning as they're milked. You even see some cow boys too, and a few other hucows who seem to be just enjoying the environment instead of being milked. When I bring you in, I quickly set you up on a stall, attaching two cups to your breasts.

Flipping a switch, suction begins to pull on your aching nipples, milk finally getting leaked out rapidly. As I listen to you moo and fully embrace your new cow life, I give one more giggle and whisper by your ear, "I'll be sure to come back and reverse this, eventually, see you in 100 years~" as you get left alone with all the other cows to live out the next few years in unimaginable bliss~

[well-what-did-you-expect]

fluff alphabet A, F, N, X for the tmnt 2012 turtles please? :D

TMNT2012 : A , F , N , X

included : leonardo “leo” hamato, raphael “raph” hamato, donatello “donnie” hamato, michelangelo “mikey” hamato

summary : a, f, n, x from the fluff alphabet with the turtles

warnings : none? i think

disclaimers : gn!reader, you/your & they/them pronouns

track [1 of 4] : she looks so perfect , 5sos

word count : 776

Leonardo "Leo" Hamato

A - Attraction (What they look for in a partner, their type)

Leo would love a partner who’s independent. Someone who can take care of themselves, but also someone who wouldn’t hesitate to ask him if they need help. Leo strikes me as a man who loves curves, no matter how you identify. Thick thighs, bit of a booty, bit of a tummy, he’s head over heels.

F - Family (If they want children and how many if so)

Leo strikes me as a guy who would love to have a family one day. Maybe a little rugrat or 2, a boy and a girl.

N - No (Dealbreakers, what can and will break the relationship apart)

Leo’s a leader, he’s already got enough on his plate watching out for his team/brothers. If you’re too dependent on him, it’s a dealbreaker.

X - X-Ray (How well they can read you)

Leo isn’t the best at reading you, he’s just above Donnie. If you don’t hint or tell him, he will almost never figure out how you’re feeling.

Raphael "Raph" Hamato

A - Attraction (What they look for in a partner, their type)

Raph is into those who are tough, not just physically, but mentally too. He likes when his partner can hold their own, and boy, oh boy, does he love when he can spar with his partner and not have to go too easy on them.

F - Family (If they want children and how many if so)

As we’ve seen, Raph is big on pets. He wouldn’t really want kids, 1, maybe 2, but mostly expect a pet or 2 or 3.

N - No (Dealbreakers, what can and will break the relationship apart)

Like Leo, being dependent on him is a dealbreaker. He needs his space at times and if you’re constantly coming to him for whatever reason that he doesn’t classify as a good reason, he’ll lose interest fast.

X - X-Ray (How well they can read you)

Raph isn’t the best at reading you but out of his brothers, he’s second best, just under Mikey. It may take him a bit to understand when you’re upset or something’s bothering you, but he will eventually understand and treat you accordingly.

Donatello "Donnie" Hamato

A - Attraction (What they look for in a partner, their type)

Like Leo, Donnie strikes me as a guy who’s into independence. Yes, he likes being needed, but he also likes that you can take care of yourself. He doesn’t really have a physical type, he’s more a personality guy than a looks guy, although he does appreciate the beauty in his partner.

F - Family (If they want children and how many if so)

Donnie doesn't strike me as a family man. I don't think he would want a big family, if he would want one at all. He’d be okay with a small pet, like a goldfish or maybe a bird, but not anything bigger or higher maintenance. If you manage to convince him to start a family, he would most likely want to stop after 1.

N - No (Dealbreakers, what can and will break the relationship apart)

If there is no support in the relationship. Donnie works for hours on end on projects and experiments, so if he's excited to show you his latest robot and you aren't in the slightest bit interested, then it's not gonna work for him.

X - X-Ray (How well they can read you)

Donnie isn't the best at reading you, he's usually unaware that you're upset until you make him aware by straight up telling him.

Michelangelo "Mikey" Hamato

A - Attraction (What they look for in a partner, their type)

Mikey isn't one to focus on the physical aspects of their partner. Mikey's ideal type would be someone who they can laugh and joke around with, someone they can have fun with (pranking people together, gaming together, skating together).

F - Family (If they want children and how many if so)

Mikey would love to have a family, and a big one at that. He would want a lot of kiddos and animals running around. I feel like he would want more daughters than sons. 3 daughters and 2 sons.

N - No (Dealbreakers, what can and will break the relationship apart)

If the relationship is too serious, there's barely any laughs or goofing off, is a dealbreaker for Dr. Prankenstein. Mikey's a big goofball and loves when they can joke around with their partner.

X - X-Ray (How well they can read you)

Mikey is the best at reading you. He can tell when you're upset because you don't laugh at his jokes or want to play games with him (both of which is an often occurrence in your relationship).

[anncanta]

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It's funny to watch how the representatives of the Tolkien fandom and not only, are, well, brutally hurt by the series The Rings of Power. I'll be fair, I haven't fallen in love with the first season – I rewatch it now. But the second season took me over at once. And it is wonderful precisely in the way that Tolkienists criticize it.

I didn't immediately understand this, and I needed to watch almost the entire second season to realize what it was. What's the trick there.

Here's the thing. We've all (including the Tolkien fandom) gotten used to the narrative and visual style of Peter Jackson's films. These films are great. But they have one major flaw, which only becomes apparent when compared to other works in the so-called world of Tolkien.

I was able to catch in on it just after I watched almost all of Season 2 of The Rings of Power and started watching clips from Season 1 and The Lord of the Rings, and The Silmarillion games on YouTube. One of those from Rings of Power was the scene where Galadriel and Hallbrand arrive in Numenor. The ship slowly sails into the harbor and passes giant statues that are bigger than the ship itself.

And then it dawned on me. I immediately saw not only the size of the statues (and their discrepancy with normal human height) but also a significant portion of the camera angles in Jackson's films and games that are made from the bottom up.

You see, the entire figurative system of Jackson's films and games based on The Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion is built on grandeur, enormity, scale – on those things that are commonly called ‘epic’ in the fandom.

In Jackson's world, everything is big, everything is shown at an angle, through the eyes of a very small creature, who looks at large and beautiful elves. His narrative itself begins with Galadriel, who is huge and beautiful. And then suddenly it moves to the Shire, where everything is so small, prosaic, and even a hobbit man cannot kiss a girl if a bagel is carried nearby.

How narcissistic it all is. Beautiful, no doubt, but narcissistic. It is clear that the entire saga of the ring and especially The Silmarillion is largely about elves and for elves, told by elves. But here's the thing. Their author was a Luddite and, as they would say now, a lover of um ... greatness. That greatness, imperial. Therefore, all these ancient kings and great cities, large-scale wars, and elven rulers were important to him.

And what is important to the authors of the series?

A bunch of people in reviews have been asking this question for the second year. But in fact, everything is very simple.

When I saw this huge Numenor, I remembered that in the elven kingdoms in the series, everything is not so big. Their houses and palaces are beautiful, flying, elegant. But not huge. The statue of Feanor in Eregion is of relatively normal height. It is slightly taller than the average elf. Why?

Because what we see in The Rings of Power is a story told from the point of view of the elves, only not passed through the enthusiastic perception of a rabid fan. Elves there look like people because elves do not look at their own kind as superbeings whose appearance knocks you off your feet. Normal creatures do not look at their own kind like that. And elves, with all their shortcomings, are normal.

That is why Galadriel in the series is so different – wild, strange, capricious, angry, pugnacious, vengeful, beautiful, loving. She is different because she is alive.

Peter Jackson's Galadriel is very beautiful – but she is not an elf, but an inhumanly beautiful android. There is nothing warm, real, breathing about her. She is literally a robot. This is quite consistent with the period that the films are about – by that time, both the elves themselves and their world were preserved and turned into a museum. Nevertheless, when you look at them now, you feel a little uneasy. How can this statue want good to win, you think, looking at Galadriel. How is she even capable of wanting anything?

The series very subtly, at the level of interaction between the characters, shows who the elves are, what they want, how they live in this time, and why their time has passed.

One of the most fascinating themes of the second season is the unfolding idea that trying to stop aging and dying can cause an even greater catastrophe that will destroy everything.

This is what Sauron catches them with. With the desire to stop time. With their enormous power, which lasts and lasts, so that at some point they stop understanding that what has outlived its usefulness cannot be preserved – it can only be embalmed.

I am delighted with the way the rings of power are shown in the second season. The writers almost directly tell us that they are Horcruxes. And that is what they are, literally – in the Egyptian sense. J.K. Rowling's Horcruxes go back to the Egyptian tradition of embalming when the organs of the deceased are laid out in separate vessels and placed next to the sarcophagus so that the dead person can be resurrected in the afterlife.

The Rings of Power series takes this metaphor and shows that when the elves try to artificially glue together a broken world, that world does not stop growing old and dying – its inhabitants begin to go mad.

It is literally physically painful to watch this understanding come to Galadriel, then to Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor. These powerful beings, perhaps for the first time in their lives, are confronted with perhaps the most important thought in their lives – the most important thing is not what is enclosed in glass.

The shadow of Feanor bends over them, and in this, there is more mystery and redemption than in Galadriel's rejection of the master ring, which some Tolkienists see as the end of the fall of the elves and the return of hope for forgiveness to the elves.

When the elves began to die, they became alive. And this is the real miracle.

One of the best scenes that shows this transformation is Celebrimbor working in the tower. In order to keep Celebrimbor focused on the creation of the rings, Sauron has trapped him in an illusion where everything is fine and Eregion is living its normal life, while in reality, outside the walls of the tower, there is a living hell – an army of orcs is storming the city, and the tower is shaking. Celebrimbor works, oblivious to everything around him, until he pauses and notices that reality is ‘repeating’: the same mouse runs across the floor, and the candle in front of him burns without burning out.

At this point, Celebrimbor has a choice – to look away and continue working, because that is what he wanted – for everything to be calm and nothing to change – or to try to understand what is happening and break the cycle.

Do you understand? The rings have power not because they control consciousness (although they influence it quite strongly), but because they mean repetition. There is no other way to prolong life indefinitely. Only to loop. It is not a coincidence that they are rings – a symbol of infinity – ouroboros.

Tolkien was a Christian, but in his text, he got stuck in paganism. Christianity differs from paganism not in the number of gods, but in the direction of the soul and spirit. As the finale of Lewis's The Chronicles of Narnia said – ‘further up and further in’. The pagan world is a world of eternal return, a circular repetition of the annual cycle, tied, like elves, to this world. Christianity breaks the circle and shows the way forward.

Why did Tolkien get stuck? After all, at the end of The Lord of the Rings, the elves leave Middle-earth, leaving it to people, that is, a change of formation occurs. Yes, it happens, only the elves leave for Valinor. To a static paradise, which the Valar created because they could not make the earth a paradise. By the way, as far as I know, they did not ask themselves whether the earth should have been a paradise. They had to prepare the earth for the coming of the children of Eru, but what does it mean to prepare? Polish it to a shine? Or ‘loosen it up’ and create potency?

The authors of the series about the rings are reproached for not knowing what they are doing. Oh, they know it. They understand very well what they are doing. Their story is about life and about the fact that life does not fit into frames and cannot be forcibly formed. Life can only blossom.

Life does not need power. It needs light and love.

[amongsnot]

there is a certain beauty that lies in the creases of the world, when everything has seemed to pause in the space between what is real and what is fake. it is a space that jimmy can hold his hand up to and flex nimble fingers around, because they grasp a sort of air pressure that isn’t quite there, but jimmy can convince himself it is with enough hope.

the rest of his friends are walking back from a restaurant with full stomachs and big grins. they break off into their respective groups—jenny and manny, who have known each other longer then the rest of them have known robotic girls and have questioned where they stand on the line of good and evil, lead the way through the twists and turns of dimmsdale. 

jenny is wearing a cardigan that she doesn’t technically need, but wears anyways because she likes the way that it makes pretty girls stare at something besides the way her hair thunks together in the wind. manny is bundled up in a coat and a hat and a scarf and a myriad of other things that are not really acceptable for the fall temperatures. he claimed that he gets cold in the winter. the “like a cat” part was left unsaid, but the rest of the group shared knowing looks nonetheless.

and spongebob and danny are behind jimmy, but they do not talk with jokes on their tongues and quips on their lips like jenny and manny do. jimmy can feel their concerned gaze lingering on his back. they wring practiced fingers together and share worried, knowing looks. 

there is a certain truth to this night; one that jimmy had come to the conclusion of long before, but one that he has pushed away and away and away.

he thought that he could convince himself it was there with enough hope; but he failed, and that thought sits heavy in his stomach.

timmy stands next to jimmy. he is talking about a friend he made at college. he talks with big hand movements and a big, wide grin.

he does not stop and make sure that jimmy is paying attention when jimmy does not say anything. he talks and talks and talks: a certain unwarranted confidence to his stride as he grins at girls on the street and looks at drunk men who beat each other up in the hallway with wide eyes. he does not fear rejection, or flinch at the swing of curses that leave their mouths; as powerful and dangerous as the swing of their fists.

and that is why jimmy knows that this is something he has to do.

he sees the smile and the lack of fear in the boy that he grew to love, and he knows that even if he did everything in his power to make him remember, he will never be able to smile as much as he is now.

he sees the way that timmy talks about the family he has made at college with a large smile as he recites memories (memories that jimmy recognizes because they are memories of antics that timmy would do with the rest of them. memories of a different life). he sees the way that timmy furrows his brows when jimmy mentions going home early to eat dinner, before saying that he doesn’t quite remember ever having a family dinner before (and he doesn’t say it because he’s hiding a bigger secret. he’s saying it because he truly does not remember the way his parents left him and the way that he starved himself to sleep). he sees the way that timmy smiles in the face of anything orange (even if once upon a time he would’ve cried).

and jimmy wants to cry, because he cannot fix this.

he is supposed to. but he can’t.

he’s supposed to fix everything; the broken parts of jenny’s body when she malfunctions after one of their major battles. the broken hearts that are left behind when a fight breaks out among their headquarters, where an electrifying tension causes their hair to stand up on end. he is supposed to fix what is broken, and when you’re in the business as long as he is, there is a lot of things you have to fix.

but he can’t fix this.

he thought he could. timmy had warned him about his fairy-induced amnesia as soon as jenny and manny joined their team and they started to become something more than a wayward group that only met when absolutely necessary. he had told timmy, while clasping his hand as tight as he could, that he would fix this. he would get the broken pieces of timmy’s life—the amnesiac body, the torn mind, his absent fairies—and he would save him.

he had found the body with ease. timmy still lived in the same house in the same town in the same dimension. jimmy introduced himself under the faux that he and his friends moved in next door, and they were holding a wii tournament to get to know their neighbors. it was easy to say that timmy was the only neighbor who could make it. it was easy to tell timmy that it felt like they’ve known him forever. it was easy to relearn the boy with buckteeth.

he had relearned the mind with ease. timmy still had a weird adoration for the superhero with the red suit (and jimmy knew that it was because the superhero had a weird face just like him. timmy told him under the stars when it was just the two of them. timmy did not know that jimmy knew.) he still thought his elementary school teacher was weird. he still laughed at sex jokes and won every single mario kart tournament they hosted. it was still timmy.

he could not find the fairies.

(that’s a lie.)

he had looked everywhere he possibly could. he had found mr. crocker with the sole purpose of stealing his portal to fairy world. he had dug through every nook and cranny in timmy’s bedroom when he was out with the others for anything even remotely fairy-like—he had torn open the space between the creases of the world and clawed at the grabbable, holdable, air in front of him.

(he found them.)

but he did not give up. he had promised timmy that he would save him. he had clutched his hand tight and held it against his chest (his heart) as he told timmy that failure was not an option; as he told him that he fixed everything broken.

(they were with a girl with frizzy black hair. they pulled him aside when they saw him and told him that they can’t do anything to help him. that he should let timmy be happy. that ignorance is bliss.)

and, well, jimmy’s always been stubborn; he had no other option but to keep going.

but now jimmy’s attending timmy’s nineteenth birthday party, and time seems to stop as he realizes that the boy singing karaoke is not someone he recognizes.

jimmy does not recognize the boy who stands in front of him, carefree and happy as he sings a duet about russian spies with danny, a boy who he has only known for a year. jimmy does not recognize the way that he does not wear three earrings in his pierced right ear (green pink and purple) or the way that he does not immediately find jimmy in the crowd when singing the verse that annoys him (he always made sure to sing that verse extra loud, just to get on jimmy’s bad side).

jimmy recognizes his body and his smile and his laugh, but he cannot lie to himself for any longer. that boy in front of him is a changed boy without his memories.

and jimmy cannot convince himself that timmy is the same boy he was a year ago with enough hope.

that’s fine. he tells himself, as he watches timmy hand the microphone to manny before walking off stage and towards him. he can relearn timmy. he can learn what the difference is between an adolescent and an amnesiac version of his friend.

(he finds that he does not like the answer.)

“are you enjoying your birthday?” jimmy asks, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his knuckles. he tries to look at timmy in a way that he hasn’t looked at him since he was twelve and timmy was eleven and they were about yeigh-high.

he watches as timmy grabs manny’s shot glass and drowns it with a smile. jimmy flinches when it gets slammed on the table. the old-timmy took an oath against alcohol (it reminded him of his mom).

“yeah!” he says, and then his face twists in the way that suggests he’s trying to recall a memory that was lost as soon as he turned eighteen. “i don’t really recall ever having a birthday as good as this one.”

“that’s good,” jimmy says.

and the conversation ends there.

jimmy cringes, uncurling his fingers from where they rest underneath his chin and dragging his nails against the skin of his cheeks. he had never been forced to endure the tortures of awkward silence six, four, two years ago.

“timmy,” jimmy says cautionary, because he is stepping on egg-shells around a man that he once held so dear. “are you happy?”

timmy does not physically recoil, but jimmy can see the shock in his eyes. he does not respond right away, but the faint line of a smile in his lips is all the proof jimmy needs.

“yeah,” timmy says, looking down at what’s left in the shot glass in his hands. he swishes the contents around with a soft grin. “i got a b on that essay i had to write about that book i told you about! that was pretty cool.”

jimmy hums, but he’s not really paying attention. not in a way that matters.

(“timmy,” jimmy asks, because he had just entered the room after getting off a call with his parents, and they were alone. “are you happy?”

“what’s all this about?” timmy asks with a grin, making himself comfortable on the armrest as he turned to look at jimmy. jimmy knows timmy; he knows the way that his smile doesn’t quite match his eyes, and the way that his voice twangs with anger.

“are you happy?” jimmy repeats, because it’s really as simple as that. “when you were eleven, you had those calls with your parents daily; and you always ended them upset. you seethe about anything to do with babysitters—spongebob bought those books about that babysitting club from a garage sale and you threw them away almost instantly.”

and it’s obvious what jimmy’s hinting at. are you happy? can timmy turner ever truly be happy? can timmy turner have memories of sleeping on cold unfurnished floors after being locked in the basement and be happy? can timmy turner have memories of getting lashed as a child and be happy? can timmy turner have the memories of his childhood and be happy?

jimmy doesn’t think so.

but the worst part is, jimmy doesn’t think timmy turner can be timmy turner without his memories. 

it is the question of the ship of theseus. if it is the same body (that jimmy touches with tender fingers and loves with adoring gazes) and the same hands (that have touched and loved and prayed) and the same hair (that jimmy has ran his hands through so many times), but it does not have the same memories (it does not remember gentle nights alone, or holding jimmys hand as they run through the night, or being held in the lap of a loved one as he cards his fingers through his hair and tells him stories) is it the same man?

“yeah,” timmy says, but he says it with the smile doesn’t quite match his eyes. jimmy knows this. “i could always be happier, though.”

“how so?” jimmy asks, entertaining timmy’s attempts to change the topic.

“maybe if i had my loving boyfriend by my side while i made dinner,” timmy says, reaching his hand over and entangling his fingers with jimmy’s (and does a happy timmy turner remember this sweet moment? unimportant and unnecessary but so sickingly them?)

“you’re so corny,” jimmy says, but timmy grins and jimmy decides to push all thoughts of greek heroes and longingly grand gestures in the back of his mind.)

timmy turner says that he is happy with a smile that reaches his eyes.

and jimmy’s heart breaks, because he knows that if it is a choice between timmy being happy and forgetting, or timmy being sad and remembering, he will pick timmy every time.

no matter how much he can convince himself that he is enough, jimmy neutron knows that he will never be able to replace the burden that comes with forgetting.

nobody can.

and so timmy turner smiles about college essays and karaoke nights, because he has never known about a life harder.

(jimmy cries, later that night, running hands through his own hair and prodding gentle fingers against skin. he wishes he wasn’t cursed with the knowledge of remembering. he wishes he could forget like timmy).

and timmy comes to their next house with a grin. he is nineteen years old, and happier than jimmy has ever seen him

[yallemagne]

So I finished the first season of X-Men: The Animated Series of course. Highlights?

Episode 1 & 2: Night of the Sentinels

Jubilee's father really fuckin sold her out huh? And holy shit the fucking sentinels. Dog, why did you MAKE THEM SO BIG. I had expected like that they started small and got bigger ones when the X-Men were revealed, but no, without even alerting the nation that they were making these robots, they sent a giant ass robot into a mall to capture one teenager.

Me pointing out "huh Morph is getting a lot of moments here, I like it" followed by them immediately dying. Like damn. They really did that. No wonder the creators backed out of having Thunderbird be in Morph's role, that would have just been insulting. Especially since he probably wouldn't have been brought back.

"Tell Cyclops... I made him a convertible."

Cyclops refuses to apologize for leaving without Morph and Beast but instead offers Logan an opportunity for revenge. It's so them. These petty bastards.

Episode 3: Enter Magneto

Beast... you're so silly. So, Beast refuses a rescue by Magneto (he's imprisoned) because "I'm awaiting a fair trial that will prove my innocence"... girl. You are a giant blue man. So, yeah, another case where Magneto was right.

Sabretooth is such a fake-ass bitch, I love it. So, he shows up at the trial causing a ruckus and gets injured and the X-Men take him in and start treating him like their pathetic little meow meow. This couldn't possibly go wrong.

"Come on, they're gonna kill him!" "Good." *turns around* "WHAT?"

"He's a threat." "He was near death." "Not near enough."

They just keep giving Wolverine all the best lines.

Episode 4: Deadly Reunions

Sabretooth, my poor little meow meow... all you did was a few itty bitty kitty murders... That's what Charles is saying at the start of this episode.

Xavier truly does try to get to the root of Sabretooth's anger with some super therapy, but alas, Sabretooth is just That Bitch. We do know that a competent telepath can temper his anger though, just look at Birdy.

They leave Jubilee alone with him acknowledging full well "this man is more dangerous than Wolverine... have fun babysitting!" He's restrained in a chair growling "let me at 'em" as Senator Kelly is being racist on TV and Jubilee very kindly turns it off and he's like "sowwy I'm twying to be a good boy... 😿" So of course Jubilee sees his restraints are hurting his wrists and releases him to help. Hahahaha. Oh girl.

If this were a show being produced today, I could totally see Sabretooth being accepted by the X-Men because "daww look he's angry just like you Wolverine" being drawn out into a longer arc where he actually gains their trust so it creates a genuine rift in the team... but also maybe he's not that patient for a scheme like that.

(also I know the show probably isn't going with the continuity that they're blood-related, but Wolverine telling them Sabretooth is nothing but trouble and getting hit with "but he's just like you 🥺" is very brother-coded okay?? Anyone who has a terrible older brother can relate.)

"Alright you egg-sucking piece of gutter trash. You always liked pushing around people smaller than you. WELL, I'M SMALLER! TRY PUSHING ME!!" << that's some little brother dialogue.

(… Morph would have listened to Wolverine about Sabretooth. Morph knows the Deep Lore.)

Episode 5: Captive Hearts

Callisto saw Cyclops and immediately said "I'm gonna make him my trophy husband", and while that is a valid reaction, no means no, hun.

They literally establish Storm as the Morlock's future Moses basically with her promising to come back for them when the time is right and they feel safe to breech the surface. And then they gave Magneto that role in '97. Ugh. He has the nerve to say Xavier just left them down there when it was in fact Storm that respected their right to self-determination.

Episode 6: Cold Vengeance

I love every time I see Sabretooth, he's just so silly-looking. No wonder everyone else imprinted on him like "hehe silly orange kitty" he's so BIG. He's incredibly top-heavy, just look at his bazongas.

We got through this with no sacrifice of Inuit life but a sombre sentiment that they'll be abandoning the old ways rather than rebuilding their homes.

Episode 7: Slave Island

Jubilee and Gambit have a nice little dynamic. He's the first person Jubilee used her powers to protect and she does it multiple times. I imagine he's like her cool older brother with street smarts.

No wonder Gambit was suspicious of Genosha in '97. Can't really trust that all is well when the foundation of that place was quite literally built with slavery.

This just makes Magneto's "tsk tsk Charles didn't use his wealth and resources to ship a load of UNWILLING Morlocks to Genosha for their own good" comment in '97 all the more frustrating. Man can be a dumbass.

Anyway--- CABLE CABLE CABLE. My silly little big boy.

Episode 8: The Unstoppable Juggernaut

Juggernaut is such a funny guy. I feel like usually, the big guys don't get to be the wise-cracking type, so this piece of shit was fun to watch.

Also just love Colossus, he's perfect.

Episode 9: The Cure

It's hard to feel bad for Warren when he's literally rich and funding a project that can be easily weaponized to hurt mutants. Sure, he was tricked and wasn't actually funding his "cure", but it would have been awful even if he got what he wanted. Just wear one of those collars for the rest of your life, jackass.

HOW IS NO ONE CHECKING IN ON THIS RESEARCH?? This experimentation on human beings is taking place with no government interference???

Pyro and Avalanche are fucking don't even try to convince me otherwise. Pyro, I don't care where you are from, I'm gonna be so weird about you calling every man you meet “darling”.

Episode 10: Come the Apocalypse

The public will see literally any villain and be like "A RENEGADE MUTANT!!" Like yeah sure I think Apocalypse technically is a mutant?? But like they really just profile all criminals as mutants.

Again, not sorry for you, rich boy.

Poor Rogue, having to absorb all these men's damage.

Episode 11 & 12: Days of Future Past

Bishop is a fucking traitor holy shit. Sure he gets better but damn. Girly was really like "The face-eating jaguars would never eat my face." and then was immediately told he was no longer needed.

"Someone... or something has come back through the time portal." "CHECK PLEASE! TIME PORTAL?"

"You kids better behave yourselves; I'm staying behind to babysit."

"Okay, ROUND BOY. Let's dance."

Wolverine has all the best lines.

Wonder why Mystique specifically chose to impersonate Gambit for the assassination. Perhaps he seemed the most likely? Perhaps a grudge against him for his relationship with Rogue?

Episode 13: The Final Decision

I'm so fucking disappointed that the fate of mutantkind lies in the hands of Senator Kelly because, dog, I wanna shoot him.

When you make a giant racist robot factory and even the giant racist robot factory is smart enough to recognize that mutant rights are human rights and so it resolves to protect humanity by replacing it with robots. Fucking dumbasses.

Honestly makes you wonder what the fuck Trask thought he was doing coming back in the new series. He knew that starting up another Master Mold would inevitably lead to the robots replacing politicians' brains with computers and he DID IT AGAIN ANYWAY.

Seeing Chuck and Magnus working together always warms my heart. And then they go right back to being enemies.

That Mister Sinister teaser at the end was... I'm not gonna say it.

[ucchicookie]

Sailormoon 🌙

GojoHime au (kid au, fluff, non-sorcerer au)

Throwback to the now married Gojo Satoru and Iori Utahime's precious childhood memories.

Note: Originally posted on ao3

The Gojo household is currently busy unpacking things and organizing their newly purchased home after deciding to move, realizing that their previous property has become smaller for their growing children. Their first-born son recently turned ten and has developed an interest in cooking. Naturally, their previously spacious kitchen has become too small for the additional cook of the family.

 

Utahime, the matriarch of the Gojo household, wants the best for their son to hone his talent. Satoru, being the best hype man and father, instantly purchased a bigger home. The Princess of the family, their daughter, also requested a bigger garden to play with their pets. No one can resist their pretty little daughter, especially Satoru.

 

Utahime is currently arranging the storage with her seven-year-old daughter tailing her in hopes of helping her mother when suddenly the little getting her hands into something pretty and interesting.

 

"Mama!" She chirped excitedly as she showed a familiar costume of a popular heroine of a famous anime. "I want to wear this one!"

 

"Do you know Sailor Moon?" Utahime asks softly as she runs her hand through the certain costume. The little girl nodded.

More than 20 years have passed but the garment has maintained its quality. It needs some fresh air since it was stocked too long in a box but with a few cleanings, and trimming of some loose thread on the hem of the skirt, the Sailor Moon costume is still ready to be worn.

 

She maintained and treasured the said outfit, making sure it would last long as it held a precious memory of her childhood with her husband. Since that day, she has made sure that the story about her special Halloween will get passed on to her grandchildren. Utahime will never be forgotten.

Utahime pats her daughter's head as she giggles. Grinning from ear to ear, the mother nods in approval. "Make sure to model it to your brother and father after dinner, okay?"

 

 

 

Thirty minutes before the start of trick or treat. The children, dressed in their Halloween costumes ranging from scary creatures to cartoon characters, were all excited to get their hands on the candies they could possibly garner for roaming in the neighbourhood.

 

At that very last minute, Satoru changed his mind about the costume he was currently wearing, deciding he did not feel like wearing the robot costume anymore. His mother and he had planned it for months already. Being the mom who knew her son too well, had asked the seven-year-old if he was certain about the robot costume several times and the boy answered yes every single time. She was stressed out as Satoru threw a tantrum about wanting to change into something else out of nowhere. The reason was unknown.

 

Satoru was left alone in his room as his mother had left to search for a new costume that could be available instantly. The little boy tried the tiger onesie he wore last year only to be disappointed as the costume was ill-fitting. Satoru has grown a lot since last year. A frown painted on his face, afraid to skip the event where he could get all the chocolates in the neighbourhood. However, he refused to wear the robot costume.

 

Minutes later, his mother arrived with a white box in her hand. She placed it on the floor as she presented it to his son.

"I managed to borrow this from your cousin." Satoru's mother showed the said backup costume as little Satoru waited excitedly only to be left disappointed.

 

"No." Satoru crossed his arms, tears threatening to escape his big blue eyes. If the robot costume was bad, the new costume was the worst. With that being said, the boy threw another tantrum which made his mother sigh.

 

"This is all I could get. Your aunt and cousin were generous enough to dig into their closet to get this costume." She tried to explain in hopes of persuading the crying boy.

 

There was no sign of giving in and it made her want to give up. Her patience was known for being long, always being praised for being able to keep up with the little brat's naughty attitude. However, someone like her has limits too. The boy managed to reach it.

 

With her arms crossed on her chest, she looked at her son sternly, showing how serious she was and that throwing unnecessary tantrums would no longer work. "You either wear your original costume or that Sailor Moon costume that your cousin lent you."

 

"I don't want to wear any of those..." This time, Satoru's voice became softer, his glossy lips were quivering, tears pooling in his eyes.

 

"Then you can't participate in the trick-or-treat."

 

The words his mother dropped were the signal for his tears to fall completely. His cries were loud. Being unable to join would be very disappointing for him. As much as his mother felt bad for the crying child, she wouldn't let Satoru get his way every single time he wished to. A series of rings from their doorbell echoed throughout their home, it was Satoru's friends. Everyone was all dressed up and ready to go except him who was still in his pajamas.

 

"You can't make your friends wait for too long. You should decide now. Would you wear any of these costumes or you won't be going? Make up your mind now." She told the kid one last time as she wiped the child's tears. "Do you like the robot costume?"

 

Satoru shook his head.

 

"Then your only option is the sailor moon one."

"But Sailor Moon is a girl. This is for girls." Satoru replied, a frown painted on his face.

 

His mother cupped his cheeks as she smiled at him. "It doesn't matter. You are still the cutest. Besides, it's Halloween, anyone can dress any character they like to do." She consoles her son. "Look at Shoko, she is wearing a grim reaper. Come on baby, Halloween only comes once a year. I will assure you that everyone will give you even more chocolates than last year because you look cute."

 

After the pep talk between the mother and son, Satoru decided to stop being stubborn and wear the costume. It was a new and awkward feeling for the baby Satoru to say the least. He was looking at himself in the mirror, wearing a school uniform-looking costume. A white top with a blue-collar, adorned with a red bow, a blue skirt reaching almost his knees, a red knee-length booth, white gloves reaching his elbows and a blonde wig with pigtails with the most important part, the gold tiara on the forehead. His mother was fawning over his adorable son.

 

Being insecure about wearing a girl's costume, Satoru refused to go outside his room. His mother was preparing the candies, leaving him alone. Suddenly, a soft knock on his bedroom dorm was heard before it opened revealing his friends. They all look great. He thought.

Satoru was waiting for them to laugh and make fun of him for looking ridiculous. However, nothing was said or heard. Instead, they walked towards him.

"C'mon Satoru let's go or else the other group will take all the candies." Suguru, who was wearing a pirate costume, told him as he took his hand.

 

"I don't want to... I look funny..." Satoru replied.

 

"You don't. Don't be a baby and let's leave." Shoko, the grim reaper, added.

 

Utahime, on the side, observed carefully. Satoru looks cute in his costume, however, he feels insecure and discouraged to the point that chocolates and candies no longer work as persuasion. She needed to do something so he wouldn't feel out of place. An idea popped into her head!

"Wait for me here, I'll be right back!" She runs swiftly on her Cinderella dress, on her way back to their home which was right beside the Gojo's. Asking for her brother's tuxedo and dress shirt which he prepared instantly, she quickly made a DIY mask using white cardboard with the help of her father. Thanks to her mother, she was able to change quickly from the Cinderella ball gown to a tuxedo. Her brother also gave him his favourite magician hat. Her mother simply pinned her hair, enough to make it seem that it was short as they didn't have any wigs for her.

Suguru and Shoko were shocked at her last-minute costume change though it looked perfect on their eldest friend. Utahime asked Suguru to let her borrow the cape that he was wearing since it was unnecessary for his pirate costume which the boy gladly did. Everything was set and all that was left was to meet Satoru.

 

Satoru's bedroom door opened revealing a boy, however, it wasn't a boy. It was Utahime.

 

"I came to save you, Satoru."

 

The boy's eyes widened, his eyes were sparkling, cheeks turned pink. Utahime, who was previously Cinderella, was wearing a Tuxedo Mask costume, Sailor Moon's love interest. The sweet girl changed her costume to complement his. That made him feel better as he no longer felt ostracized.

"Let's go!" Utahime extended her hand as she ushered the little boy to come outside and enjoy.

 

Throughout the trick-or-treat event, Utahime stayed close to Satoru, not letting go of his hand. Satoru's mom was right! The parents were squealing at Satoru's cuteness, and also at the two children's dynamic. Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask ruled the Halloween event, garnering the most candies.

 

It was the best Halloween for Satoru and Utahime. The boy's worry has vanished as he had a good time, thanks to Utahime's kindness. As a remembrance, Satoru's mother took a picture of the duo, treasuring it forever.

 

"Our daughter wants to show you something," Utahime said as she sat beside her husband who was currently watching TV with their son.

 

There goes a child wearing a familiar costume, something that he treasures yet the source of his embarrassment as an adult. Satoru covered his face, ears turning red as a certain memory flashed in his mind. The embarrassment has yet to come when Utahime showed her children their photos that day.

 

"Oh my gosh, is that you papa?" Their eldest son was surprised at a little boy wearing the sailor moon costume. He tries his best to keep that album away from Utahime's hands. Yet, she always managed to figure out where he hid it. He can still clearly remember Suguru and Shoko laughing their hearts out. Those evil creatures.

 

The house is filled with laughter as they browse the photo album. It might be embarrassing but that was the day he realized he had a crush on that girl wearing a Tuxedo Mask costume.

 

A kiss on his cheek snaps him back to reality. Utahime knows she will get in trouble for it, hence, comforting her husband with kisses on his face.

"That won't work wifey. Better prepare yourself. In the name of the moon, I'll punish you." He simply replied, referrencing Sailor Moon's iconic line.

[sucker4sixx]

Crazy

Nikki sixx X curvy stripper

Plot: nikki falls hard for the unexpected

Warnings: body shaming (not much) , nsfw

The hot clammy air of the strip club sticks to your skin like a bad smell as you make your way to the pole.

You were one of the special acts, bigger than the other girls.. men really seemed to love it. You stare straight ahead as you slowly slide your body down the pole, your eyes meeting with a tall manly rockstar, his hair spiked and his eyes wild as he watches you like a child seeing a toy he cant have.

Throughout your slow and sensual dance he continues to stare like hes in a trance, his friends teasing him for liking the bigger girl as you spin around the pole. You didnt know his name but his friends kept saying “sixx” sixx? You wondered what it meant as you continued your performance, stuffing the notes into your bra.

Once you were finished you walk off stage, fixing your makeup and hair to look presentable for the main area to give men private dances. You step out and strut around, sixx standing in front of you “hey big boy, $50 for a special dance” you repeat like a robot, his cheeks going alittle red “you were really great up there ma’am” he smirks alittle, even though he was undeniably nervous around you. “Awe, thankyou honey, ive never seen anyone so mesmerised in my time here” you start walking and he follows. “Ive never seen a bigger lady, i didnt expect to like it” he admits, you glance back, he looked a similar age but he acted so innocent in his haze of curiosity.

“The bigger the better, right?” You smirk, offering another man a dance, he shoves you away, not liking the whole big girl thing “hey keep your fucking hands to yourself mother fucker!” Nikki shouts, catching the people around off gaurd.

Eventually nikki leaves. The next night while your preforming you catch his eyes as he stares in awe just like the night before, when you blow him a kiss he goes all red faced, clearing his throat. Just like the night before once you enter the disgusting main area sixx ran up to you “hey sweetheart” you smile, enjoying the company “hey big mama” he smiles, looking alittle more comfortable “big mama?!” You laugh, tonight you had to collect dirty glasses and tips, no dances.

“I thought youd like it, i never caught your name” he leans against the sticky bar as he watches you pass the glasses to the woman behind the bar “well.. guess” he smiles “layla?” “Nope” “tiffany?” “Nope” “beth??” You laugh “nope! Its penny, and your sixx?” You shake his hand, nikki looking confused as to how you know “y-yeah.. nikki sixx, how did you know?” “Your friends arent the quietest, so.. nikki, why are you here alone?” He looks alittle embarrassed “well.. i wanted to see you” “well.. sorry sixx, im not doing dances tonight” he shakes his head “no.. i just wanted to chat” “your crazy”

Two weeks pass and nikki never makes a pass at you untill one night, hes definitely on something and passes you a $50 “one private dance from my big mama please” he grins and you lead him back to the booths

“i was wondering when youd cave” you sit him down, stripping down to your underwear, hes never seen a curvy body up close but something about your belly was so gorgeous, his hand softly graze the skin “i was just scared..” he whispers, your fingers running through his hair “how much money to get you nude?” He whispers, keeping his tone low and growly “another $50 but.. make it $25” he smiles as he hears your hushed hussle, passing you the $25.

You slowly take your bra and panties off, sitting onto his lap to start grinding “jesus..” nikki whispers, his fingers tightening around your squishy waist, because of wearing no boxers under his thin latex pants he can feel your bare pussy more than he expected, his fingers flexing alittle “god.. and how about actually fucking you.. how much?” You giggle and grind alittle harder “not on the menu” causing him to whimper alittle.

The dance gets alittle heated and you knew he would cum before it was over, gripping the shitty chair tightly and grunting as you rubbed your ass against his straining erection “j-jesus.. fuck.. why am i so god damn weak” he growls out, shaking “are you gonna cum in your pants baby boy?” You giggle, nikki was definitely attractive and saying you didnt catch a wee workplace crush on him was a lie “fuck.. m-maybe.. I think i am.. yeah” you circle your hips, he fights against everything in his power not to grab me as he cums in his tight latex pants “shit.. oh shit” he pants, laying his head against your back.

You walk nikki out the door and the next night you wait for him but he didnt show up, or the next night and the three nights after that. You itch to see his gorgeous green eyes and his stupid sexy smile.

After a week of not seeing him you leave the strip club to go home, on your walk down the strip you see a familiar fluff ball sitting on the curb, head hung and a bottle of jack in his hand, you sit beside him. “Hey baby boy” he gasps back to life, smiling drunkly at you “big mama” he slurs, his eyes rolling back “shh, cmon, let me take you home” you help him up “where abouts do you stay?” You look up at him and he scratches his head “no where.. just, take me to a bus stop” he slurs heavily, picking up his bag. You decide to just take him back to yours and when you get to your front door he stumbles alittle “where are we?” He hiccups “my place, your not sleeping on the streets”

You get him cosy on the couch but quickly hes slipping into your bed “hey, is everything okay?” He nods “just.. lonley” “nikki, we arent going to fuck-“ “no.. not like that, i just wanted to.. feel someone near” he slurs, turning round to face you, his eyes heavy with sleep and alcohol. “Why did you stop coming round?” He chuckles “after jizzing in my pants? Thats embarrassing.. no way id let you see me again” you stroke his hair softly “i missed you..” his large hands wrap around your curvy figure.

“You drive me crazy”

[ruggythebugwithamug]

ARCANE SPOILER FOR ACT 3 SEASON 2

My ramblings and feelings! Enjoy.

Ok thoughts and feelings, I am not super feral for this show but I like it, and I am satisfied with the end. Though, I have one note (right at the end).

happy Ekko is alive and got his cool badass moment (TWICE! Both when all the firelights came to save the day + Sevilla and Zaun pals and he did his time stuff) though I wonder who exactly he wrote the note for- OH HEIMERDINGER? (I am bad at spelling) maybe maybe

Other dimension Zaun-is-a-nation Powder is epic and I am very happy the body switching shenanigans didn’t lead to her actual ekko being poofed out of existence. Also found it very funny that ekko is here like gathering shards of hex crystal from a crime seen he definitely broke into while Powder just straight up has them all in the Vi cabinet. Girl had an *insane* week that week (or month idk the timeline)

I like how Viktor slowly became more radicalised in his cult shit in every transformation. I do not like what Viktor helped do to dad. Leave dad alone.

The big fellow who manned the giant magic gun (I forget his name, but the nice enforcer guy) SHOULD HAVE WORN HIS HELMET. I am sad he is dead, but if he’s actively manning the giant weapon that is definitely a threat to the Noxian warriors, he is a very clear target. AND HE’S NOT WEARING A HELMET, THEY HAVE LITTLE SIDES THAT MIGHT PROTECT THE NECK AND EVERYTHING! Dumb ways to die.

go doctor man, very nice that that woman you care about is seemingly alive again (we love the mad scientist does mad science for a loved one trope)

Hell yeah sorceress Mel, I have no fucking clue what’s going on with her backstory things happened and I comprehend none of it

As for the bigger things that happened, the whole Jayce/Viktor in astral projection thing definitely reminded me that yeah… while a lot of the story is emotionally driven by the relationships between the undercity fam, Viktor and Jayce’s experimentation with hextech was core to the plot and they kind of are the most influential characters in the story. That scene just reminded me of that in a meta-sense.

I’m not a big shipping person, like, gay people on screen kissing is cool, straight people kissing on screen is cool (I am covering the screen, I don’t want to see anyone kissing, but the romance part is nice) I… don’t know what happened with them. Are they soulmates? Why is Viktor old and giving baby jayce a rock?? Did he use Ekko’s funky time machine??? Their relationship is… I don’t really care if they’re meant to be read as just really affectionate lab bros or a thing… I just- what the fuck was that ending in that regard? I guess we’re space people now. (I am not complaining, I am just confused)

Also speaking of viktor’s cult, when I saw the weird robot angel things I asked ‘why is the angel machine doing a backflip?’ They are very acrobatic.

anyways, onto Vi and Caitlyn. At least we are a little bit happy in the end. Not surprised they got back together, ‘s pretty neat though.

Jinx is very much alive to me. There are theories! There are mysterious blueprints! Blueprints with possible escape routes-

So is Isha. I have no proof of this of course, but for my sanity Isha defied the odds and definitely didn’t die from the crazy gun explosion thing.

Okay as for my only negative note on the whole story… why did Maddie betray Caitlyn? Genuinely? I could have totally missed some foreshadowing or whatever, but… she was an enforcer before Ambessa got really involved in everything right? So, it’s not like she was put in as a spy- There was that line about professional relationships but like… that was before Caitlyn went against Ambessa. Who was Maddie on the side of initially?

Did she join Ambessa because she was spiteful that Cait got back with Vi? (I would prefer that not be the reason since that just feels like a shallow reason for you to kill someone?? Maddie’s a background character but she deserves better than that as motive.) OR is she just super into the whole martial law thing? She aligned with Ambessa because her political ideals are more in line with how they lead their country. (I’d prefer this) Anyways, I will wait for the character analysis people to do there thing because like… unless there’s a whole heap of subtle clues foreshadowing Maddie’ betrayal… that feels like a plot hole, it just doesn’t make sense. She’s GOTTA have a reason.

besides that, tiny, tiny thing that’s been gnawing at my mind, this was pretty good. Thanks everyone who worked on the show, you won’t see this, but I am astral-projecting (Viktor style) praises to you.

I am open for chat but I will be asleep so if you talk to me I’ll probably only reply tomorrow.

[beevean]

sonic: "Maybe we should let the koco finish on it's own-"

Amy: "We HAVE TO DO THIS!"

sonic: "Why?"

Amy: "WE HAVE TO!"

sonic: "...But Tails is still missing-"

amy: "do you not care about this koco getting laid!?"

I get the intent. I do. I get that Amy cares about the small critters. I get that her story in SA1 was all about protecting one birdie, and her introduction was even asking Sonic to guard it, when he obviously had much bigger things on his mind (like finding Tails lol)

But in Frontiers it doesn't work precisely because Amy knows that Tails is still trapped in Cyberspace! She knows how awful it feels!

"It's certainly unsettling. But it makes a big difference being able to at least talk to you. Before you freed me, I couldn't see or hear anything clearly. It was like looking into a kaleidoscope that was always shifting. I couldn't tell if I was coming, going, or moving at all. I'd have gone crazy if you hadn't gotten me out!"

She should be at the very least torn between him and helping the Kocos, not straight up chewing Sonic out for wanting to help his friend!

Sonic: We still haven't found Tails. We've been wrangling children and taking detours the whole way. Amy: Are you telling me you would leave behind someone in need?

amy. my girl. my pal. tails might be slowly going insane trapped in a nightmare for all you know. i think he counts as being "someone in need". the kocos can wait without losing their minds.

It makes lines like this

"What is wrong with you?! Sonic would never endanger anyone! He's even going to help this Koco reunite with their one true love!"

quite less funny, because I know that the joke is that she's focused on the Kocos when Sonic isn't exactly thrilled, but... it really looks like she completely forgot about Tails.

Again, I completely get what they were going for! Amy cares about the small creatures and common people, even in big situations. But here she just doesn't look good. And Sonic only calms her down when she says "but I'm worried about you too". C'mon. Again, SA1 did this kind of conflict better when Amy put herself between Sonic and Gamma because she cared about him while Sonic only saw him as a robot to be destroyed. That shows Amy's compassionate heart in a more effective way that doesn't accidentally make her look like a shitty friend.

[ankmankpank]

4*town stalker AU part 2: Aaron Z.

Tw: stalking, cussing

More to come with other members, Aaron T. already done!😘

-he’s there.

-everywhere.

-you were starting to go crazy(crazy? I was crazy once)

-and didn’t like it

-the thing is, you saw someone on the street one day

-he looked sad

-but he was too pretty to be sad

-so you like, gave him a smile

-to spread your kindness

-he didn’t smile back

-rude

-but he didn’t leave you alone neither.

-since that, you saw him everyday

-when you weren’t walking on your usual path where you saw him first, he’d show up somewhere else

-first it was another street

-then you saw him from a bakery’s window

-then in the plaza where you went with your friends

-while you worked

-went home with your car

-then he started showing up outside your window

-you lived away from the city, in the woods

-so it made him easy to be unnoticeable for others

-and watch you from the trees

-but making sure that you always see him

-scary

-and he didn’t even hide his face

-as if he saw no point in doing so

-and if he wasn’t pretty, you’ve told the police by now

-yes yes, don’t judge by looks

-but the way he looked at you

-wow

-you felt watched, but not in danger

-felt a weird sting in public, but always safe

-but so done with him by now

-so kitchen knife in hand

-your really fuzzy coat over your cute pjs

-bunny slippers

-and you are going to confront him now.

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

-you stormed out into the porch with the outfit and weapon mentioned in hand

-and luckily, your confidence didn’t fly out of you this time

-even when you knew he was watching

-somewhere, he was in the woods

-watching you right now

-…

-maybe you could’ve dressed better?

-anyways

-fuck him and this

-your ultimately cute pjs won’t stop you from anything!

-“Listen!”

-fuck you sounded dumb

-cringe cringe cringe go back into the house and drink some hot chocky girl!!

-well that would be even more cringe..

-you had to finish this

-“Uhh.. I know what you’re doing! And I do not fucking like it! If you like me that much.. uh. Don’t be a loser and come up to talk to me or something!”

-well you sounded like an even bigger loser now

-great job Y/N

-oh you wish your voice wouldn’t crack like that

-“Because you’re being a creep and it’s fucking embarrassing! Grow some balls or kill yourself or something but leave me the fuck alone if you don’t know how to talk to a girl!”

-deep breath

-yeah, you were done

-…

-was he still there or you were just shouting to the air?

-…

-you felt bad now.

-okay, what if he has a crossbow or something?

-and waited just for you to break to kill you??

-shit

-okay, time to go back to the house

-let’s turn around, head for the door and just-

-“You got me.”

-fuck his voice was hot

-and FUCK he is REALLY talking to you right now

-you stopped in place

-but didn’t dare to turn towards the woods again

-“Uh, don’t kill me?”

-…

-“Like, pretty please?”

-ow this was embarrassing

-…

-awkward

-“Wasn’t planning to.”

-FUCK YEAH

-oh only if you saw yourself right now

-but he did perfectly, and the way you boxed into the air in victory was absolutely adorable

-like can you take anything seriously for more than two minutes?

-you were seriously so cute

-okay.

-big breath

-turn around Y/N

-show dominance

-and hope that as you turned around, you’re not looking at a completely wrong place in the woods

-but you can’t fucking see him

-irritating

-"So, what's your deal? You're out here lurking like a shadow."

-…

-was he a robot?

-why did you have to wait seconds until he responded??

-..

-"Just enjoying the view."

-“The view of what? Me standing on my porch feeling like I'm being watched? Weirdo."

-…

-let’s hope you didn’t hurt his feelings

-Y/N.

-HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING.

-don’t care about his feelings

-ppffthh… no.

-"Seriously though, it's creeping me out. Are you planning something ugly?"

-sinister would be the best word but you would’ve felt embarrassed saying that

-“Not my style.”

-said much, thanks

-you looked at the thick railings of the porch

-big breath

-one leg after another

-and you sat on the railings, looking into the dark in front of you.

-"Then what is your style? Besides being mysterious and lurking in the shadows. Boo, I’m dark and mysterious!"

-mocking him felt good

-and he found you doing it cute too

-but you didn’t have to know that

-for now

-"Guess you'll have to stick around to find out."

-“HA. Why would I do that?"

-"Because you're intrigued. Admit it, I've got you curious."

-well, his voice for sure..

-and his face…

-how tall he was…..

-Y. N.

-"Or maybe I just want to make sure you're not being sketchy.”

-…

-fuck him and his silence!

-“Never.”

-"Well, you're definitely not winning any awards for transparency."

-he chuckled

-you liked his voice!

-okay, you liked everything on this earth that existed and wasn’t bad

-he was..

-but..

-never mind.

-"Who needs transparency when you have “mystery”?"

-oh you mocked him for being mysterious and he mocks you for mocking him?

-that’s what’s happening?

-bitch.

-"Mystery is overrated. I prefer honesty."

-that sounded cringe Y/N, throw yourself off the railings!

-“Rare commodity these days."

-"So is common sense, apparently."

-"Touché."

-…

-well this was awkward

-for you, at least.

-he liked this.

-“Uh, no offense dude.. Correction, all offense. How long are you planning on staying?”

-…

-was his brain this slow?

-“Like, tonight. Here. I have to sleep.”

-…

-you were really close to just leaving him here

-wait, why wouldn’t you?

-you had all the rights to

-he was the creep

-and the one you needed, but you didn’t know that yet

-“I don’t know. You’re fun.”

-bitch

-"I'm just entertainment to you, no? Chaarming."

-you hoped he’d see your eye roll

-he didn’t, the house’s lights were coming from behind your back

-but he could sense it.

-"Pretty much.”

-took a while, fuck.

-“You’re impossible!”

-“Yet you’re talking to me.”

-“Bye then!”

-with that, you turned and jumped off the thick wood railings

-and walked into the house

-you really wanted to run and felt his eyes on you, but you didn’t wanna seem like a pussy

-good that you always lock the door

-so it wouldn’t seem like you’re about to shit your pants from fear

-but you are.

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

-a week passed since your first real talk with him

-you didn’t give him the satisfaction to talk to you again though

-until now..

-middle of the night

-you were trying to sleep

-but obviously couldn’t

-since your bedroom was on the top floor, balcony it is

-you didn’t turn your lights on, just walked out to your beloved balcony connected to your room

-and bent over the stone railings to look down into the woods.

-…

-you needed to work courage up to this

-“Hi!”

-…

-…

-only the sound of the trees

-well, at least he’s not on your dick now!

-good.

-“You know, shouting into the void looks really dumb from here.”

-fuck.

-“And ‘you know’, if you're going to stand there staring, you could at least say hello."

-"Hello seems a bit too conventional for me."

-did he learn to respond in time?

-amazing

-no it’s not shut up

-"I should have known you're not the conventional type."

-"Conventions are for the unimaginative."

-as if you’ve heard him move

-like kick a rock or something

-but who knows

-could be the animals being just as scared as you are

-but wait..

-you’re not scared?

-"And what brings the imaginative you to my humble abode today?"

-it’s tearing his heart up

-that he can’t go over and pick you up

-and spin you around

-because you could have the knife with you now too..

-though he could just twist it out of your hand

-he didn’t really want to touch you like that

-to cause you harm

-…

-"Just enjoying the view. You have quite the picturesque porch."

-and he almost made you believe he’s complimenting you

-which he did once already

-hihihi

-STOP GIGGLING INSIDE YOUR HEAD

-so you rolled your eyes

-to keep it up

-I mean, the poker face

-"Flattery will get you nowhere, you know."

-"Nowhere's not such a bad place to be when you have good company."

-you could hear his fucking smirk

-bitch

-"Smooth. But I've got to warn you, I have a strict 'no lurking' policy. Mhm.”

-why were you saying such dumb things?

-because

-uhh

-you needed to drag the time

-to get more out of him

-yes!

-absolutely not because you actually wanted to talk to him..

-"Wouldn't dream of it. Just passing by, admiring."

-he was.. funny at some point

-you tilted your head

-"Admiring or analyzing?"

-…

-oh you thought you were making progress!

-talk, mystery man, talk!

-…

-"A little bit of both, perhaps."

-you giggled at this

-shit.

-you shouldn’t have

-"Well, as long as you're not planning to steal my garden gnomes or something."

-"Not today, at least."

-heh

-you.. liked his company

-fuck.

-…

-“Not like I care, but.. do you have a name?”

-“Only for friends.”

-bitch.

-did he even have friends?

-"Hmm, fair point. But I like to know who I'm talking to. Call it a quirk."

-oh he wanted to scream from how cute your giggle was just right now

-…

-Well, perhaps he could tell you..

-“Z.”

-…

-“Like the letter Z?”

-silence.

-so, yes. The letter Z.

-“Rapper ass name. Real?”

-…

-..

-.

-“Aaron.”

-“Thanks!”

-you liked that name!

-but Z. fit him too.

-…

-you got what you wanted, no?

-why did you want to keep talking to him then?

-but you shouldn’t

-“Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to.. whatever it is you do out here.”

-watch you, that’s what Z. does.

-…

-“Same. Don’t want to keep you from doing your thrilling balcony activities.”

-you cracked a smile at that

-pfft

-he was.. good company at least

-“Right. Bye.”

-you almost said good night

-you say it to everyone

-but not to him

-Z. doesn’t deserve it

-Aaron

-or whatever his name is

-creep

-so, back to your room it is

-“Good night, Y/N.”

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

You started staying up more and more late

Just to talk to him

If the past you when he started the stalking would talk with the present you, it would freak out and probably stab you first with the kitchen knife

But he is a sweet guy when you get to know him

And you learnt a lot of things about him

Which meant he wanted to share!

He had trust in you

Things like, his friend is also an Aaron, that’s why he’s Z.

He likes sports

Correction, loves

And sadly, he’s very lovable

And all these porch and balcony talks turned into you inviting him inside when it was raining once

And he was beautiful

Inside and out

You just needed time to realize that

“And that’s how I met your father...”

[mrgladstonegander]

DCRC Week 2

im reading this when i should probably be taking a nap, so i do not apologize if i sound very sleepy

... okay girl what do you know.....

this is such a good face. very good donald panel.

who is the color artist for PK why are there so many characters with bright pink??

this is a very well drawn panel and hatching/composition aside. how many floors does Ducklair have? because im assumig this isn't part of the 101 floors donald counted (i hope theres inter-city tunnels for quick travel or something i would love that)

not censoring angus bc this is a #real momment. also aww look at that scrooge :) hes so happy

okay i loveee this composition. the bottom panel basically being a full page spread is really cool (the white is probably mainly just for bleed space)

the hatching on this comic is really good so far! and coloring wise i think i feel like its strongest when it has funky lighting like in the last panel. like the purple here:

im sure the normal scenes will grow on me, but for right now some of the character's neutral colors clash a bit with the background for me

1 ) why did they make the ducklair look so menacing for this... 2) omg lyla :3 so cute

I ALWAYS FORGET HOW SHORT HE IS MY GOSSHHH 😭why are all the other big so much bigger than the ducks/mcducks its so funny

OH SHES A ROBOT FOR SURE

is she tall because she has robot legs. not that im jealous or anything

i just wanna say his shield REALLY makes his design a lot cooler. you can shield or shield bash, shoot with that like. she has the range we love that for her 🫶 if this shield ever breaks i will be actually sad

LOVEEE when they do red/orange lighting like this looks so appealing. if ppl are interested i might do a color analysis/art thing for PK

not sure if my brain is more bothered by his frightening white boy eyes or his tongue just hanging out there

ok sorry my art brain is always on but like. first off this Flow is really interesting because i think most people would probably avoid that middle section where theres "sharp" turns (and personally, donald feels a little squished)

dont think of this as a flex, this is just a fun edit i did for how i'd probably panel this

maybe im just paranoid or reading too much ito this but i REALLY do not like how her face is split down the middle while she's telling us this. is she hiding things??? is she lying about something?? why are you so suspicious girl

its good that daisy isnt in this universe/story huh

ONE (or should i call him uno??idk) AND DONALD ARE BI4BI?? LETS GOO

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group A Round 4: Do It Yourself!! vs RIN-NE

#A2: Do It Yourself!!

Girls do DIY together, but after a new industrial revolution

#A3: RIN-NE (Kyoukai no Rinne)

Girl who sees ghosts meets poor shinigami. Comedy ensues.

Details and poll under the cut!

#A2: Do it Yourself!!

Summary:

This series takes place after the Fourth Industrial Revolution. Serufu and her childhood friend Miku/“Purin” both applied to an elite school, where advanced technologies are incorporated into the curriculum. The tech-savvy Purin is accepted into the school, but accident-prone Serufu is rejected and enters a traditional school instead, driving a wedge into their friendship.

On her way to class one day, Serufu encounters Rei, who has a passion for old-fashioned crafts and is the head of the school’s Do-It-Yourself (DIY) Club—which is in danger of closing due to a lack of members. Realizing that this may be her chance to repair her relationship with Purin, Serufu joins the club in hopes of creating projects that could bring them together once more.

Propaganda:

It’s just a really feel-good series with some great characters. I adore all of them and their dynamics with each other, especially the main dynamic between Serufu and Purin as it develops. I’m a really big fan of the show’s angle on stuff such as do-it-yourself crafts following another industrial revolution, just because it does frequently bring up the question of “What’s the point of DIY if in a year or two/maybe even now a robot could recreate the exact same result?” through characters like Purin (who is the major character with the lowest opinion on these kinds of crafts at the start, since she’s in the technologically advanced school and has beliefs more in line with the efficacy of technology rather than the joy of human creation), with the short answer largely being because it’s just fun!

I first watched this show before I saw a lot of AI stuff intruding upon art and rewatching it after sure was fun, because I love its ideas on the worth of doing stuff that machinery could do much faster. It’s not super complex or emotional, but that largely goes in its favor, because it really doesn’t need to be those. It’s just a fun little anime about a bunch of girls having fun together through one shared hobby that some of them had from the start and some of them adopted. I also love the opening, and the ending is a massive comfort song for me. The series can also be very funny at points, and is usually super heartwarming.

Trigger Warnings: None.

#A3: RIN-NE (Kyoukai no Rinne)

Summary:

Rinne Rokudou has bigger problems than going to school—namely, helping spirits pass over to the next life. Because of this responsibility, he often finds himself short on money and struggles to buy his necessities: food, clothes, and exorcism tools.

Sakura Mamiya has been able to see ghosts since she was little. She hoped she would outgrow it, but even after starting high school, nothing has changed. To make matters worse, the first time her ever-absent classmate, Rinne, shows up for school, only Sakura can see him. She assumes, as anyone would, that he is a ghost. However, to Sakura's surprise, Rinne proceeds to attend school like normal the next day.

Propaganda:

This is one of Rumiko Takahashi’s underrated works (mostly getting overshadowed by Inuyasha due to her releasing this series after the fact), and I don’t see a lot of people talk about it often. While it’s not my favorite of her works, it’s one that I still like because of the way she portrays the characters. Plus, it still has that classic Rumic comedy and feel to it and I really love the animation with her artstyle. Anyways, if you like supernatural comedies (with a hint of romance) then vote for Rin-ne!

Trigger Warnings: None.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form with your revisions, and I’ll consider adapting those changes.

New: Starting round 5, screenshots will be included in the poll post. You can submit screenshots through the form linked above, or through here, via ask or dm.

Guidelines in submitting screenshots:

No NSFW or spoilery images.

Pick some good images please. Don’t send any blurry or pixelated ones.

You may send up to 9 screenshots, but not all may be used.

[plaindangan]

(Cowede stupid brain woke them up way too early and way too "unrested" so might as well re-ask all the asks that are now gone)

Part 2 of the "miu turns herself into android miu and decide to be the freaking best and never ever stop anything, always bigger, better, sexier, miuer" (you may want to reread part 1, and as a reminder 10 parts are prepared in my mind and ready to be thrown whenever the previous one is responded too) also I know you tend to dislike when I write long asks which are a bit too detailed cos u feel like you have a checklist and it stresses you ? But bear with me for that one ok ? I kinda need to write down right now.)

Alright sooo! Mecha miu’s first real challenge ended up being a bit of a dull! Not only did kokichi called her mid (she may not remember what was said, only thing mattering ? She didn’t hear him calling her a godess and it’s a freaking SCANDAL) BUT also when the battle, the war that is sex with his omega sized shlong came, she lost against it for hours and hours on end, only to win a technicallity but so much tired it took her 50 hours of sleep (which she hates)

Luckily for the self proclaimed galaxy sized ego trash talking "mama" internet did have her back, and she won over a million gooners, and of course ? The only other thing almost as good as herself and sex, MONEY~ dollars, moulah, dineros. God being so rich is such a girl(for now) hard on~

Buuut since she’s now the top 1 best bitch in the whole world (self proclaimed) as well as the richest motherfucker around (nope sonia is still a thing and I’m pretty sure junko owns like… the continent ? Probably) with the best biggest set of tits (debatable, have you SEEN akane and kaede’s juggs ?. And once again, junko) she deserve matching company~! She wants an entourage that will scream "I’m the freaking best" and that if possible isn’t just a bunch of quickmade army of robots she’ll all call Garry.

She wants big, she wants strong, she wants the best.

So when kirumi enters the sight, miu brain’s cum on the spot~

It’s a well known fact that the GOLEM OF A MILF OF A MAID is Thiccer than genetically possible, can like, lift the entire planet (once again, miu’s brain, yet not even that farfetched?) and maaaay be the only person in her class who doesn’t need to look up to see mecha miu’s face and who can actually see it instead of a massive pair of jugs that block the view. Plus she’s soooo cold unemotional and sexy she makes actually not showing skin so HAWT, and don’t even get miu started on how PUFFY is her dress, just how huuuuge is she? Damn miu wouldn’t mind being her broom for all life… BUT MECHA MIU AINT NO BITCH (well she is, but she’s the freaking best!) and she ain’t gonna submit to no one~ and she knows one thing for sure, is that the godamn russian actual weapon megalith of a maid (who’s actually just Japanese. Teeeechnically prime minister in secret but Not a weapon but a human made of flesh and bones, but try explaining that to a drooling panting awooga eyes going mecha miu) RESPECT ONE THING ABOVE ALL: the power or a freak load of cash~ and with infinite wealth mecha miu ponders on one thing~… how much money will she throw away at her before kirumi’s corrupted to the ideal equally trash talking, rude, coldest and unemotional but as perverted as mama, dressing even more provocally than the mechanized menaced, and solely focused on giving miu the greatest life ever to the point where no one else matters in the whole godamn universe (as long as she continues showering the maid in ungodly amounts of money) and even maybe let miu experiment a shit ton on her body and make her the MK-2 mega bot-woman/wife/secretary/fucktoy/momma/mistress/pig/slave/goddess/whatever miu fucking needs at any moment with no regard for her previous role even if it came out 2 seconds before and it was drastically different because all for miu ?

( Long intro done tldr : corruption based ask (in like… 5 step ? Can be shorten, or on the contrary make more if you have ideas) that takes kirumi (she’s like canon kirumi, but beeeeg and while just as nice and serviceable, way more fucking cold (which makes her more hot) into miu’s fantasy of the perfect maid who will be solely focus into inflating miu’s ego even more and make her live the ridiculously gaudy trashy life she freaking deserves through the sheer power of MONEY.)

(If possible, no major shift in personality, from the get go kirumi is a terminator that doesn’t express much feelings, but get the job done perfectly always, just she doesn’t have favorites, she’s polite, listen to others, and the fully corrupted is just as cold, but way more crude and rude, dresses like miu likes without miu even needing to tell her, mechanized too, and doesn’t care about anything else but her owner and the money she gets from her, and spoils her owner so bad and does everything so perfectly for her miu’s brain sometime shut off entirely because why would she need it when kirumi’s around(if someone else gives them a request than their mistress ? They better be ready to get trash talked and ego crushed so bad they’ll die on the spot 10 times in a row) )

(You know me and my tastes, don’t hesitate to go over the top when it comes to the rude and lewd dialog, stuff like expressions, definition of body sizes, how much of a open menace of a galaxy sized ego and lust miu is. Unlike the kokichi one (not saying it wasn’t amazing) have miu actually win and fill her half robot ego even more)

(AND MOST IMPORTANTLY : have fun! I know lately we don’t talk much and you’re focused (good for you you seem to be enjoying it!) on the island asks. So maybe this is less interesting, if there are stuff in this ask you don’t want to do, don’t hesitate to come and talk to me in dm’s you halara gendered queen/king and a massive warm Cowede hug to do with pure genuine thoughts, because it just feels nice!))

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Miu will never doubt the power of SIMPS ever again~

Don't get her wrong...the first fuck of her life after upgrading herself to her mecha goddess form was one she'll never forget (or ever not long for. Seriously, why the fuck was that gremlin's cock so damn hung and why was he good at using it?!!!) and she'll always cherish it...

But being the goddamned bottom bitch again wasn't why she burnt all the cash to be in this body now was it?!!!

OF COURSE NOT!!!

The new Miu - The Perfect Miu was at her best when she had people worshipping her, applauding her, bowing to her greatness and sending her money. Lot's of money. More money than any average joe would ever see in their lifetime!!! And the quickest way for that? Only Fans!!!!!~

Once she began uploading pics and videos of herself, the dough began to flood in like crazy!!! Because, as she obviously anticipated, loads of people went crazy from a tall, hot, blonde (literal) bombshell, cyborg GF whose cybernetic hips looked as if they could milk about ten cocks a minutes if they were to PLAP down without care or hands they could vibrate their cocks to a white sticky mess almost as good as a pussy could~ Though, honestly, just being a cyborg was enough for the Internet to give her the love and admiration she craved!!! She was lined up for interviews, tech companies that wanted to know how she did it, sponsorships who were eager to plaster her name out for their brands to benefit from this bionic beauty!

She had it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...So...what's wrong? She did achieve her dream, she got what she wanted, so what was missing? Well, as she came to realize, as great as this fame was...it was kind of lonely without anyone else she knew not being with her. She's been so damned busy being the bestest, perfect, mind numbingly awesome, bitch there was she...kinda didn't have anyone else from the V3 class to rely on. N-n-not that the PERFECT Miu Iruma truly needed them!!!!

It's just...nice to have some people around from time to time. That's all!!

But, most importantly, it's nice to have people around from time to time...especially, once they were on her level! Emphasis on 'on her level'.

And, of her batch, who could reach that but someone in similar body-type: like Kirumi? Seriously, she was pretty much just a fully organic version of Miu at the moment. Taller than freaking average (6"8 ft), muscley arms and abs hidden underneath that damningly deceptive maid dress, and on that note? You know what it was failing to hide? Why, Kirumi's shirt straining, mouth-wateringly, magnificently, massive, milkers!!!! And that ass, oh Godddddd, that ass!!! Miu was convinced that darn Russian maid must have been using every last cent she drained from the balls of her clients to get a booty the size of a mini-van on her....but nope!!! Hacking into her medical records, seems like it was all natural!!!

...Which made Kirumi the perfect woman to bring into to the Miutourage!!!! Just think about it?! Bimbo Bionic Bod, MILF Mecha Maid? They'd be an unbeatable combo!!

And it should easy to just wink and Kirumi would-

"No." said the maid. Cold and to the point.

"Oh fuck off I didn't say shit yet!!!" whined Miu.

"You don't need to say anything for me to know it will be something ridiculous." Kirumi said dismissively. Currently, she was handling a broom and gently dusting at the floor.

"Tch, fine!!!! So will ya listen if I request something?" Now that had the robotic-acting maid pause, ears perked.

"Perhaps."

"Greedy-ass bi-I mean...look. As it stands I am the epitome of perfection!!! But, that being said, it has come to my notice that I need...someone to assist with helping to enhance said perfection. As such, I am willing to pay you quite a lot in order to be by my side until further notice. As in 'six figures' a lot~ You in?"

...

"Make it seven figures."

"WHAT?!!! I-I don't have that kin-"

"There are billboards with you ranging from eating cheap ramen to lingerie. You have more than enough money to cover myself for a long period of time."

"......Frigging hustler. FINE!"

"Then we have a deal - I'll write a contract to set it in stone."

"Fiiiiine....butalsoFYII'mgonnahavetodoafewmindnadbodyalteringexperimentsonyousojustsoyouknowSEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAA!!!!" with that Miu skedaddled, letting it sink in to Kirumi that she might be in for one helluva time.

...

"...Oh dear."

-

And thus, we get to the present.

"--Fucking Hell what a day." Miu grumbled. She's been on the road since 6 AM doing "Perfect Mecha Goddess' stuff and was utterly beat. Currently, she had stripped naked and was just lying in bed. Frustrated and in need of some relief.

"The 'fucking usual', Mistress Iruma?" A shark-like smile appeared on Miu's face as the relief of the hour came to her.

Behold the new Kirumi - one most suitable to be the first of the Miutourage.

Naturally, she was enhanced to a certain someone's specifications.

Replacing her arms were pretty much gauntlets that would get anyone to think twice about questioning her. Though on her hands her maid gloves seem to persist.

Her hair had been grown out until those silky sheets reached down to her thighs.

Those cold unfeeling green eyes? Replaced with icy-blue cybernetic ones that were constantly heart-shaped!!

Her washboard abs were in full on showcase mode - mostly thanks to Kirumi rocking about in what seemed like only a black lace bra and a matching thong!

Her hips seemed to have the most work down to them as her thighs were now equipped with sleek, silver metal, making it look as if she was wearing some sort of knight's armor instead.

Lastly, to note, she was rocking dark-green lipstick and matching eyeshadow. Well, okay, that and a new spiderweb tattoo over her aforementioned milkers - can't get rid of her old aesthetic after all~

"You know what I like...get to it!!! You don't get paid per week for nothing after all~"

"Fine. Conducting the 'Pussy-Annihilating Orgasmic Fondling'...yet again on your needy whore-ass. You are truly an utterly useless sex addict." said Kirumi in the same polite, if cold, tone she always had...if the only thing really changing was her harsh language to Miu.

What most wouldn't know is that Miu modified Kirumi's vocal chords to emit a soundwave that absolutely rocked Miu's brain to its core with pleasure for every insult Kirumi threw at her. Because what good is a prim and proper maid to someone that wants the world to embrace its raunchiness?~

Speaking of raunchy, time for the Kirumi's 'service' to her Mistress. Removing her gloves. underneath was seemingly a flesh hand...only in seconds it turned into quite the vibrator. Big, thick and no surprise on who it's gonna be used for~

"Brace yourself...I feel like taking my time." With impressive speed, Kirumi shove the vibrator into Miu's already dripping snatch. Much to her howling, moaning, delight!!" "F-f-f-f-fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkk yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!! O-oi,,, get with the tit massageeeeeeeeeee!!!" Miu ordered snapping her fingers.

"Again, that costs extra."

"I DON'T CAAAAAAAAAAREEEEEEEE!!!"

"As you desire, you cum-brained skank. How many times this week have I done this to you? I'm surprised your brains haven't been reduced to a pink mush. But I suppose no matter what: you don't care. So long as you have the world's eye, using your own peer as a living vibrator to get off on is nothing to you. You truly are a shameless piece of vapidness, aren't you? You filthy, degenerate, goddamned, bimbo flaunting, high maintenance, slut!~" Kirumi said curtly, mentally turning up the vibrator to absurd high levels as she fucked the horny inventor. Although her tone tried to remain even, Kirumi couldn't help but slip by the end. Of how much she was enjoying this treatment as well. After all, if she was getting paid millions just to be used by a the world's horniest inventor goddess - wouldn't you take some pride in your position too? (It also didn't help that she turned her other arm into a vibrator too and was getting herself off to the situation - Mistress never said she couldn't after all~)

"YESSSSSSSS, BIIIIIITCHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!!" Miu said in delight, her entire mansion filled with her screams of passion. Her screams of utter victory for herself. At yet another highlight as to why SHE was clearly worthy of having the titles of Goddess in this world~ After all, who else but a Goddess could modify a human so thoroughly and be able to induce carnal pleasure like this?!! Who else but a Goddess could replicate a perfect 'upgrade' not once, but twice? Who else but a Goddess could turn someone else into a perfect servant to suit their needs down to the T?~

That's right...

No one, but her~

[spacedinosaur2000]

Future Projects Plans

I will try to make as many Projects update posts as I can but I will assure you I have soo many Ideas on the plate for future projects. So I will just simplify to ten projects that I will announce I am Eyeing Up.

1-Fenton Fly Sequel Short:

Like I said, I have a couple scenes shot for the follow up short for Fenton Fly. I need more shots of Fenton Fly being crushed, also before I go forward I need to make a new Crushed Fenton model, right now my room is so diorganized and I lost all my Wire for Armatures so when I find that and start making that second model, things will continue.

2-Garry's Mod Multiplayer Gamemode-M Force:

Years ago I had an idea for a multiplayer gamemode on Garry's mod where its soldiers vs giant monsters, Inspired by Godzilla obviously but also sequences in things like Cloverfield. Basic premise is its multiple players as soldiers and One player as a Kaiju. Other options may be included but I want to start simple before I do updates. I spent the past few months just compiling a list of links to tutorials on coding for Garry's mod, all the relevant stuff for my mod, so now I'm Ready to start coding. Again there's a slight chance it could come out this year but if not, It's definitely gonna be ready for next year considering how easy some of the more basic aspects are to implement. There's gonna be some elements to my mod that might be more tough but I think that won't be towards the end of its development.

3-Untitled Space Cat Girl Project:

Been going through my old art for material to mine for projects. In general and going forward on this list I intend to re organize Some of this art, Remaking them and than trying to work them into a project somehow. This one is a little iffy to write around cause in some ways I have two different game projects this COULD fit while also not, Rocket Rex a sci fi platforming game about space farring Dinosaurs and Beast World a fantasy top down pirate game about cat people, neither one the Space Cat Girl fits. So I might work them into something else.

4-Turtle on a Fence:

Short Stop Motion film I realized I could do based off of a one off piece I did in 2009. A Simple Short to add to my library of works just to fill out my portfolio. Really I just wanna make a bunch of shorts and get in the habit of it as much as possible especially before I start on bigger projects. And I have to keep myself doing more simple projects that I can do Under budget. I have a premise and storyboard done, I think I just need to put together a set to film it on.

5-Untitled Robot Girl Series:

I Might reconsider and make it a short film but I wanted to plan out a big project for another one of my oldest and reoccurring characters in my art, a Robot Girl I keep recycling. One Idea was hey what if I join in on the Cartoon pilot trend and try to make a mock up prototype pilot that I could potentially sell and make it a big series. Although I should just focus on it being a Pilot short that I can post online and hope it gets some kind of attention. It will also be a stop motion project and I feel like making robot character models is an easy type of armature I could make for the series so I think I could with a low budget make a basic mock up. This one might have to wait a bit and I still need to finish a treatment and than move on to a screenplay for the pilot.

6-Untitled Stop Motion Horror Short:

took me a bit to decide what to do with a few one off pieces of art I had on hand of various characters and what to put them in and write around but I think I have an idea of a stop motion horror short animation about a Skateboarder and a a track suit runner girl running into a strange guy. No treatment written yet, just a few pieces of art that I also want to do remakes of and add a few more pieces of concept art for. Again Big reason I haven't started this yet either is cause I need to organize my desk so I have space to start building sets for these types of projects.

7-Untitled Dragon Project:

I did have an Idea for a fantasy Game but might hold off on that for a bit, and the art inspiring me to do this I considered for that but I might do something different for that project later. Instead, I might take inspiration from Dragonslayer and try to get a cool stop motion Dragon short done just to give me some more cool monster action short films out there from me.

8-Skull Planet:

Unless I bundle this with the Space Cat girl project, I did want to do a full claymation feature inspired by an unmade Guillermo Del Toro movie that almost became his debut until a vandalizing incident happened and he did Cronos instead. Thought Hey I like wild creatures, and I can probably do something like that all in Claymation. Just not Human characters yet which is what I really really wanna do, but Seeing if I can get a fantasy barbarian alien world movie like that off the ground would be fun. That Might be a longer and gruelling project at the same time though. But I am willing to start writing the screenplay for and getting things ready for that.

9-Zombie Girl Project:

Another one that will either be a short OR a series pitch that I should be developing. Now the Zombie girl aspect might change as there's multiple paranormal girl characters I've created separately over the years that I could combine into one Project, up there with your hotel transylvanias or Drak pack or Groovie Ghoulies and etc. This depends and right now I just need to collect more art throughout the years of these disparate characters I've created and decide what to with them and if I want to make separate projects out of them or have them all be cast members in one big project.

10-Untitled Mermaid horror project:

Not sure if this will be a short/series/movie or whether this will be animated or live action (in which case it would be a WHILE before anything of this would materialize). Based once again off some old designs that I do want to remake again. The Redesign will be drastically different (The old design is a terrible xenomorph/hr giger lite anthro thing cooked up by a 13 year old).