#guess it matches the scenario :P

[yurki-posts]

(TW: Strangulation)

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Found you~

Ok I know the perspective looks kinda odd (just like the lighting and background), so I made this super ugly doodle to illustrate what it's meant to look like:

bonus:

[ladycaramelswirl]

definitely not old

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

A/N: Did I create an extremely improbable scenario just to suit my need to create another highly improbable scenario? Yes. Do I care that it’s unrealistic? No. Please forgive any typos/ grammatical errors. 

CW: suggestive content, but not explicit (like 15+?). Use of y/n one time. (Technically this would probably warrant one of those hostile workplace environment seminars like they had for Derek and Penelope. But it’s funny? Idk this isn’t serious.) Sassy Hotch. Crack plot tbh. 

Also I know the timeline doesn’t really make sense, because JJ is a profiler and Emily and Rossi exist, but I imagined Season 1 Spencer while writing this! I guess it’s 2005? Btw I do not know how tapes work, so just pretend it makes sense please. This is so unserious. 

Summary: reader wife and Hotch are private people; the BAU team is nosy. Spencer is just constantly in the right place at the wrong time. 

Enjoy!

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The screen in front of you depicted horror - just not the kind the BAU was used to. The UnSub had confessed to leaving a message in an old tape. He had already been arrested, but you were all hoping it might contain something that might help the conviction stick. Only he was extremely paranoid, so not only had he left the message in a code, but he had spliced it into a tape he thought people were least likely to watch. His p***. It was the last thing to do for the case and everyone was trying to help. You all sit at the round table, and Spencer shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. Derek laughs at his shyness and Emily laughs at the very unrealistic movements. She and JJ tilt their heads at the shape the two on the screen have put themselves into. 

“That does not look comfortable”, JJ mocks. 

The words are out of your mouth before you think. “Trust me it’s not”. 

Everyone at the table snaps their heads to look at you. 

“Damn Mama”, Derek laughs. “Who are you doing these moves with?”

You try to hold back a laugh. You were not ready to share about your sex life with your colleagues, no matter how close you were. Plus you’re pretty sure Aaron would not appreciate it. 

“That is inappropriate workplace conversation”, you say, pausing the video. “And you’re going to miss the next series of code”, you tell him, trying to get him to revert his attention back to the video. Emily grins at your attempted evasion.

“We already got all the code. She just doesn’t want us to tell Hotch she’s capable of all that. Doesn’t want to make the old man feel bad”.

“He’s not old. He’s only 5 years older than you”, you remind her. She puts a hand on her chest in mock offense like you’ve stabbed her. You roll your eyes. “And this is still inappropriate”.

“So it wasn’t Hotch”, Derek laughs. 

“You’re just annoyed because you haven’t tried it yourself”, you deflect, moving to sit next to Spencer who seems to actually be doing his job. 

“I’ve seen her do yoga and she’s very flexible, so if she couldn’t do it I don’t think you can”, JJ tells Morgan. 

“Oh you have no idea what I’m capable of”, he teases, which earns laughs from around the table. “I’m better than the old man for sure”. They all start laughing and talking about you and Hotch. 

You roll your eyes. “Wasn’t old in bed last night”, you mutter under your breath. You startle at the sound of a book hitting the floor and see Spencer’s bright red face. JJ, Derek and Emily look over in curiosity at what they might have missed, but you ignore them, attempting to give Spencer an apology for making him uncomfortable. He moves to drink his coffee in an attempt to avoid more of the conversation. Only he chokes on it because Hotch enters the room. 

“Have you finished working out the code?”

Everyone’s heads snap to him - JJ, Emily and Derek wearing matching grins. Hotch eyes you patting a coughing Spencer’s back.

“Are you alright?”, he asks. 

“Yes! Good! I’m good!”, Spencer squeaks, afraid Hotch is going to ask him why he’s so nervous. Aaron looks to you for some answers but before you can tell him it’s nothing, Spencer suddenly stands up.

“Got the code! Going to call the local PD. DA is waiting”, he warbles before you all watch him run out of the room. Hotch turns back to the rest of you. 

“Well then that wraps it up. Go home now, get some rest”, he instructs. Everyone starts packing up. You and Hotch walk towards the door when he realises there’s only 6 of you in the room. 

“Where’s Dave?”, he asks.

You’re about to tell him Rossi went to the bathroom when the Italian walks back in. Rossi immediately notes the paused video.

“Wow that looks uncomfortable”, he remarks. Everyone smirks in your direction. Hotch snakes an arm around your waist and looks at the screen. Then at you. 

“It was, wasn’t it?”

He smiles at the jaws dropping to the floor. 

“Good night everyone”.

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A little bonus scene:

In his office later:

“You heard us talking before you came in the room didn’t you”, you question your husband. He was so private, he wouldn’t have said something like that otherwise. 

“They called me old”, Aaron grumbles, but his tone is amused. “Just wanted to shock them a little”.

You make your way over to his side of the desk, pulling him to stand up beside you. 

“Well Agent Hotchner, I have to tell you, there’s been some speculation about your performance”, you taunt. “Care to prove them wrong?”

“Last night wasn’t enough proof?”, he laughs raising an eyebrow. You run your hands up his chest and behind his neck, pulling him close. 

“The results were inconclusive”, you tease. He grabs your hips and traps you between himself and his desk, his mouth trailing kisses down your jaw. 

“Well I can’t have that kind of speculation going around”, he murmurs into your skin. Your breath hitches from the sensation of his lips on the sensitive spot on your neck. But instead of continuing, he pulls away and meets your eyes in a conspiratorial grin. “We should do an in house evaluation as soon as possible”.

You open your mouth to reply when the door swings open, Spencer finding you sandwiched between Hotch’s thighs and your blouse rumpled. His mouth drops open and suddenly all 187 iq points mean nothing when his brain loses function.

“Oh- I- um- sorry!”, he manages before running away. You stare at the slammed door then back at Aaron and burst into giggles. He drops his head to your shoulders and sighs. 

“I feel like a teenager”, he groans.

“At least you don’t feel old.”

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Bonus bonus: 

Still in the conference room: 

“I want to go back to 10 minutes ago when I didn’t know this information”, Emily moans. 

“I think I need 5 more minutes before I can form a coherent thought”, JJ laughs in disbelief. Spencer walks back in.

“I finished my report. Where’s Hotch and y/n? Can we go home?”

“Probably doing it in his office for all we know”, Derek mutters.

Spencer’s brows furrow in confusion. “Doing what in his office?”

Rossi raises an eyebrow at Emily. “Is this kid serious?”

She shrugs back at him. 

“Spence, Hotch says we can go home. But you should probably report about what local PD told you before you go”, JJ tells him.

Spencer nods and makes his way to Hotch’s office. The rest of the team watch him walk away.

“You think we should have told him to knock before going in?”

“Probably.”

The sound of a high pitch yelp and the slam of an office door echo down the hallway. 

“Oops.”

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thank you for reading :)

masterlist

[chuuyasheaven]

“ ➸ Nothing matches your touch !! ”

SCENARIO. Chuuya was on a week long mission, and you missed him and his touch very dearly. You tried to wait for him but couldn’t, even hearing his voice through the other end of the line was turning you on. You tried touching yourself but he does it the best, so once he’s back, he gonna make up for those touches you were longing for.

TAGS. C. NAKAHARA / FEM! READER, husband! Chuuya, wife! Reader, pet names, masturbation mentioned, eating out, p in v, praise, overstimulation, slight teasing?, they are fucking but making love at the same time (if it makes sense), short probably, grammar, etc.

NOTES. This was started on the morning of my math final, idk when I’ll finish it (I FINISHED IT ON SATURDAY!!’) .. enjoy! And were are JUMPING into the story :3

Your fingers were running through his ginger locks as he grabbed onto your waist, never letting you go while his lips were on yours. It’s been only a week but it felt like several weeks going by slowly. Chuuya couldn’t admit how much he missed you, how much he missed your touch on his body. But you had no problem to, you were telling him that as soon as he went through that door.

“Missed me that much, sweetheart?”, he asked in a teasing tone as he placed you on the bed. He knew you did, way more than he probably did. You nodded as you leaned back, waiting for his next move. Chuuya got his knee between your thighs when he also got on the bed, hovering over you with a smirk. “Want me to make up for every night I wasn’t here?”, Chuuya didn’t really give you a chance to answer that, he simply just kissed you again, god how much he missed those soft lips of yours. When he pulled away once more, he shoved his knee against your cunt slightly, you let out a strained whimper at that. “Fuck, you’re probably wet right now, aren’t you?”, you nodded desperately, getting more worked up as more time passed. “Please, Chuuya, I missed you.”, the lust in your voice made his dick twitch in his pants. “Don’t worry, I got you, baby.”, he cooed.

The shorts you were wearing gave him easy access to remove them quickly along your panties. “Did you try to touch yourself while I was gone, doll?”, you nodded slowly, waiting for him to finally touch your wet cunt. “It didn’t feel as good as you do.”, Chuuya placed a quick kiss on your lips before slowly going lower to sit between your thighs. “Yeah?”, you nodded again as you felt Chuuya caressing your thighs while spreading them to get closer to your cunt. “Can’t wait to taste you again.”, he admitted with slight excitement, digging into your cunt immediately. Once he started to eat you out, your head threw itself back in pleasure. Chuuya ate you out like a starved man, god, he didn’t know how he survived so long without tasing you for about a week. Your fingers found themselves tangled up in Chuuya’s red locks again, unintentionally pushing him in deeper. His hands found themselves on your thighs and held onto them for more stability. “Ah– Chuuya, I’m close!”, you moaned out, this only made him eat you out sloppier, his tongue knowing which places to hit to make you see stars. Your thighs began to slightly shake, the knot in your gut was close to snapping, and Chuuya kept on giving you more pleasure until you cum undone on his tongue. “Fuck, c’mon, cum on my tongue, doll. Let me taste you more.”, his words rather muffled as he was still between your thighs, still very close to your cunt. The vibrations from his words sent you over the edge, making you cum almost instantly. When Chuuya got back up from between your legs, he was smirking, licking up any of your essence that was trying to escape. “Good girl,”, he praised you, walking towards you slowly while undoing his belt. “Ready for the rest? Or are you already tired?”, Chuuya knew the answer to that one, and his guess was confirmed when you gave him a short response on it. “N–no. Please, I need you so bad.”, all he could do was chuckle low as he was staring down at you, his cock hard and excited. “Yeah? You need me this bad, sweetheart?”, Chuuya bent halfway down to get close to your face, stroking his cock slowly before lining it up. “Want me to fuck you as good as I can, hm? You want me to make you scream my name as loud as you can?”, Chuuya whispered against your lips as his tip was teasing your now sensitive cunt while he was talking dirty to you, slowly letting it drag itself up and down your folds. His teasing got you even wetter than before, you were whimpering from the stimulation he was putting you through. “Chuuya. . please.”, you begged him in a desperate whisper, making him smirk.

“Please what, baby? Can’t wait any longer?”, you shook your head, he chuckled low once again, pressing his tip on your cunt, not pushing it in just yet. “So desperate f’me. . I can feel how wet you are, baby. Who am I to make you wait any longer?”, and with that, he pushed himself in slowly, capturing your lips into a kiss quickly before cursing under his breath. “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight for me, you might squeeze me dry, doll.”, Chuuya started to move, starting off slow so you would get used to the feeling. Soon enough, he started to get faster, chasing after your orgasms. You had to grip the sheets from how fast he was getting, his tip continuously hitting your sweet spot. God, you might never get over how big he actually is. “You’re doin’ so good, princess.”, he praises in between grunts and thrusts, his grip on your waist tightening. All you managed to do was to scream out his name in between moans, locking your legs around his waist to get a better angle. It didn’t take long for you to feel your second climax nearing itself, clenching down on his cock at least twice. “Chuuya!”, was all you managed to say that wasn’t slurred. Chuuya, on the other hand, was grunting from all this, he wasn’t able to fuck you this good for a week! His cock started to twitch inside your overstimulated cunt, letting him know that he was growing close too. “Chuuya, g–gonna cum!”, you warned him again, Chuuya was speeding up even more. “Can you hold on f’me, princess? Promise I’ll make this fast.”, you nodded, trying your best to wait for him. After a couple of fast thrusts, which hit your sweet spot way too good, he felt himself starting to cum. “Cum, sweetheart! Fuckin’ cum for me.”, his cock was twitching inside you again as you finally came over it. While Chuuya was emptying his load into you, the last couple of curses fell under his breath. “Fuh–huck. .”, your tight grip on the sheets got loose again, both of your chests falling up and down from breathing heavily after the session you both had.

“ You did so good for me, baby. Let’s just stay like this for a little, yeah? ” ♥

[paradoxicalrising]

Astrology Observations :)

preface: this is my first time doing this, these are all either my personal placements or I've had multiple experiences with a certain placement. none of this is absolute, pretty pls take it with a grain of salt, these are very general. Every single one of these placements depend on aspects in an individuals chart. WARNING: some 18+ topics. Enjoy :)

Mercury in the 8th house: naturally good at reading people, interested in psychology, religion, spirituality, astrology. chronic over thinkers + intrusive thoughts galore. could either really enjoy giving/ receiving head and/or dirty talk, reading smut.

Pisces Mars: sweethearts on the surface, usually soft-spoken or doesn’t talk much, spends more time observing or making up scenarios. also another overthinking placement. could also be someone who does drugs/ drinks alcohol. excels in the entertainment industries (film, theatre, music, art etc). either have a piss kink, foot fetish, or demisexual. 

Scorpio Venus: intense lovers. my ex had this placement and told me he’d die for me only knowing me 3 months. my sister also has this placement and will not eat dinner without her husband (could be the taurus opposition = not eating (taurus) until lover (Venus) is around), I think it’s a symbol of loyalty. once this placement finds value in someone, they are ride or die type loyal until you betray them. may stay in relationships longer than they should because it’s fixed emotion unless they finally see it themselves.

Cancer Moon (men specifically): I've had 3 cancer moon men take me to the beach on our first date. they’re always gassing themselves up on their cooking skills. their moms can be really restricting, especially those with Saturn in cancer as well. I've also seen their moms be really detached, cold, basically telling them to fend for themselves. highly intuitive but may get too caught up in the potential of a situation/ person and being disappointed when reality is different. hopeless romantics fr just throwing themselves into anyone they have a good feeling about without the physical proof.

Fixed Rising: the RBF (I love y’all). 

Vedic v. Tropical Astrology: honestly I think they’re both valid, and everyone should decide what placements resonate more with who they feel they are. Ex: I  have Venus, Jupiter, and my Sun in the 7th in Virgo (Tropical) but they’re in the 8th in Leo (Vedic). I feel more of the 8th house but in Virgo.

Pisces moons: I never feel like they’re listening to me if they aren’t looking at me because when they’re looking at me I can literally see them digesting the info w/ their dreamy eyes, but when they look away I just know they’re imagining some kind of fantasy that has nothing to do with the convo. 

Libra Moons: try to be soft and sweet but they have that fiery underside. I've noticed they’ll get all excited and sometimes aggressive and then apologize for it, like no girl look at you having a good time. they usually look aesthetically pleasing, you will never catch them not matching/ lookin raggedy in public, but they won’t judge others for it, Virgo and Taurus will haha.

Virgo + Libra: specifically rising + degrees, moon, or Venus combo usually have clear, healthy looking skin, especially after high school w/o all the teen acne hormones. 

Moon Conjunct Pluto: anyone else noticed the effect these placements have on their peers? it’s so weird but people are like magnetized to whatever house this placement is in. I guess cos it’s generational and yk it’s Pluto, but people around this placement can’t help but be enticed by these individuals. could be amazing actors if they can harness those dark emotions into a piece of work. these are the type of people to succeed out of spite of their trauma; very determined people. they can put such dark emotions into easy actions and words that others find hard to say out loud but they don’t shy away from dark stuff, they’ve dealt with darker topics since they were young.

Neptune in the 1st house: people constantly projecting onto these placements ! it’s important these people form a ground sense of self they can remind themselves of when they feel like someone is protecting on them. I have this placement and someone told me I was intoxicating to be around/ they felt intoxicated around me though they are sober. I fr think people get drunk off the illusion of this placement. These people are never what people say they are, if you want to get to know them I beg of you to please talk to them yourself instead of listening to others opinion of them. the women are cursed with the manic pixie dream girl trope. hella sex appeal bc of the blurred perceptions. make amazing actors/ musicians. very intuitive placement, but can doubt themselves.

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promtober Day 21: Gears

Wuh-oh! What's the content warning for injury/blood doing with the suggestive one? It's because I'm mean, that's why :P

Content Warning: slightly graphic depictions of blood/injury, slightly suggestive themes

Word count: 1131

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"Alright," You pull on your remaining glove, "Ready to get to work?"

"Ready as ever, Starshine!" Sun answers. 

You pat his chest once, "Let's get to it then, open up for me please."

You're down in Parts and Services, doing a bit of routine maintenance on the Daycare Attendant. Well, you'd say routine but in reality it's a borderline emergency scenario. In that Sun's been putting off letting you work on him for weeks despite all your pleas for otherwise.

He never gave you a valid excuse however, and while you'd been planning to lure him down here with the promise of kisses, he'd strangely changed his mind all the sudden. Which hey, whatever works. 

As his chest panel opens, you search around for your flashlight, taking a peek inside. Though, you don't get very far.

"I believe," Sun's hand intertwines with yours, "You promised me something for my efforts, hm?"

You scoff lightly, "After I get some work done, yes. I can't multitask with this."

"Maybe you should try, just to see."

"Sun," You warn, "While you're soft and sweet on the outside, this in here is a whole different story. I can't be distracted or I might end up hurting one of us."

There's a pout to his tone, "Pretty please? I promise you won't be distracted!"

"That's a big promise," You huff.

"I'll just hold your hand," He assures, "You won't even notice!"

You frown, but think on it. 

Finally you sigh, "It's going to take a lot longer if I'm only working with one hand, you know."

"That's okay! I'm very patient."

You pause, raising a brow, "You've been acting a bit off tonight, you know?"

"How so?" Sun asks, as he does not just hold your hand. You can't see but you can feel him press his faceplate to your hand several times.

You shrug, examining all the gears and wires inside his frame. Looks like a couple replacements due to wear and tear, but otherwise an easy job, "Dunno, you just seem, off."

Quiet. You glance up after a moment or so. 

He's still got your hand pressed to his faceplate, but there's something about his eyes that makes you feel, unsettled. It's cheeky, but there's something more there. Something unfamiliar. 

"You must be imagining things, Starshine~ I'm the same as ever."

You scoff, trying to play it off as a joke, and get back to it, "Sure, sure, whatever you say."

It's mostly soft conversation between the two of you from then on. The work, as you initially guessed, is slow going. It's not that you mind per say, rather, it's that you think because you're not moving quickly Sun is finding ways to get bolder and bolder with his, affection. 

He's moved from kissing your clothed wrist and hand to your exposed forearm, causing you to have to slightly change the angle at which you're working in order to still do things with your one available hand. You think at this rate he's going to continue on until you have to move entirely, and then you'll end up getting no work done at all. 

Which, if it was anything other than maintenance on him you wouldn't be opposed to. But you really need to get this done, despite how, nice it is to have all this attention. Usually, it was you flustering him, and while this change of pace isn't unwelcomed, it's still strange to you. 

You finally have to say something when you realize that you've gone from sitting beside the bot, to now having to straddle him in order to work on him properly. 

"Okay, loverbot. You've had your fun, I need my hand back now so I can finish this up," You reach around with your free hand to grab another tool you need, which would be a lot easier if you could just use the one that's preoccupied instead.

Sun's grip tightens slightly, but his playful tone doesn't match the action, "But I'm not done yet! We haven't even gotten to the best part."

"We're not going to either if you don't let me do my job," You chuckle, "What'll take to get my hand back, huh?"

He tuts, "Negotiations, hm? I can work with that. Tell you what, Sunshine! If you give me something, I'll let you go, how's that?"

"Something?"

His finger taps against the smile of his faceplate methodically, "Something."

You snort, "Wonder what it could be. Alright, hold still then, silly."

"Of course."

You lean forward, hovering over his open chest and being careful so to not damage anything. As you take one hand to hold his faceplate, he releases the other so you can use it as well. As you start to close the gap between you both, you feel his arms wrap around you. 

You press your lips softly to his, and are slightly surprised when he suddenly takes the lead, kissing you harder, eagerly. He then pulls you closer as you mumble out concern, but it does nothing to stop him and you find yourself nearly touching the innerworkings of his frame. 

You lose focus however when he steals another breath-taking kiss from you and-

You stop dead. Quite literally losing your breath as you realize that there's a sharp pain in your stomach. Shakily you struggle to inhale when click, click, click, click, click, snap! another stab. You cough, it's like fire. In shock, and utterly lost and terrified, you look down. 

There's two pieces of metal protruding for your stomach, their origin is Sun's chest. Red slides along the edge of the metal, starting to drip onto the gears which turn in all different directions below. You cough again, blood splattering your shirt and the Attendant's face plate. 

Before you can even think to have a reaction, Sun sits up, causing you utter agony as the metal inside you shifts with him. His arms wrap tighter around you, pressing you even further into him. 

You can barely feel his hand come up and start to stroke your hair, attempting to shush you as your breathing grows heavier and ragged. The room’s starting to grow dark, you can only stare out into the void as your eyes gape at unfocused nothingness. 

You can't make out what's he's muttering to you now, you don't know if you'd understood it even if you were coherent. 

The only sense left that's somewhat reliable-beyond the taste of blood in your mouth and the overwhelming smell of iron in the room-is the feeling of the tick, tick, tick, of Sun's gears against the side of your head. They practically vibrate his frame and you, in this state of oversensitive you're in. You cling to it like a life raft. It's the only one you've got.

Tick, tick, tick.

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Well, I think we all knew how this was going to end up. All that's left to say is OUCH! Anywho, other promptobers are here, thank you for reading!

Edit: Here's the link to a sketchy thing i made to accompany this :)

[bangtan-bish]

YANDERE! BTS Reaction: They kill you by accident

⚠️ WARNING: Read the title, there will be mentions of blood, violence, death, murder-suicide, and other disturbing topics. If you are uncomfortable with any of the topics above, DO NOT READ THIS! I will write more tame scenarios and fics in the future. Thank you for reading, love ya! ⚠️

|| MAKNAE LINE ||

P A R K J I M I N

"I told you to stay away from him, you know he's no good!" He yelled, grabbing you by your left wrist. The anger flared up in his eyes when you tried to pull away from his grasp. "Jimin, I'm sorry, please stop!" You cried, trying to reason with him, get him to calm down and snap out of it. But you made it so much worse when you pulled away though, and you realized much too late. Blinded by rage, Jimin wrapped his hands around your neck and squeezed. The terror in your eyes satisfying some sick and twisted part of his soul, the part that dictated whether you lived or not. You choked out pleas of for him to stop through the asphyxiation and

CRACK!

The light faded out of your eyes almost instantly and you stopped struggling. Your neck was craned at inhuman angle, Jimin realizes and drops you. "{___} this isn't funny, I get I overreacted, okay?" Jimin looked down at your limp, lifeless body still not registering that you are gone. "Get up!" He yelled grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, no response. The panic began to set in, "Please! Please, get up! Say something I'm begging you, I'll let you leave, just speak to me!" the room was still deathly silent, full of only his heavy, ragged breaths.

He had just killed you.

He could have sworn he felt his breath catch in his chest at the thought, felt his heart stop beating. He couldn't, no wouldn't, do this without you. You were everything to him, how could he have done this to you? To himself? He didn't even realize that the tears had started to pour from his eyes, streaming out in a steady pace that matched the apologies coming from his mouth. Continously, endlessly apologizing. 'It's not going to bring them back to us,' the voice in his head chimed in. It was right. He destroyed you with his own hands.

Atonement.

That's what he needed to do. It didn't matter anymore he just wanted your forgiveness, to see you one last time. Even if the consequences meant watching you from the deepest, darkest pits of hell. 'We deserve that...' the voice spoke up again. He had just extinguished the brightest light in the world, the sun didn't even compare to you. He deserved that all and so, so much more.

He knew what he had to do, he walked up into what used to be your shared bedroom and kneeled down in front of the closet. He opened it, reaching towards the very back of it and feeling around. He felt something cold and metallic touch the back of his hand. He slid it out and opened it. For moment he hesitated, second guessing whether this is was really happening. But he shooed the feeling away, quieting the noise in his head. He felt the coldness against him, he knew what was coming, but he had to do it.

"I'm so sorry, darling..."

BANG!

K I M T A E H Y U N G

Taehyung was usually very gentle and playful with you or anyone for that matter, but when angry, he became instantaneously violent. That was the case right now. He paced around the room, the anxiety pumping steadily through his veins then he turns to you. "I thought I taught you better than this, hmm?" He stopped in the center of the room, "Answer me, brat!" He spat walking towards you aggressively, you flinch but the hit ever comes. For the first few seconds you're scared to move because surely, that's when he'll slap you, punch you, anything. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to see my family. My sister's birthday is today." You see his jaw tighten as you watched him through the veil of your fingers. He grabs your hair and you scream so loud you're sure you've woken the neighborhood. "Taehyung, please!" You beg, he just look at you coldly and you swear you'd just seen your life flash before your eyes at the look he gives you.

Next thing you know, he's slamming your head against the bulletproof glass of his living room. You don't even have time to scream for help or ask for his forgiveness because the air is knocked out of your lungs at the force. All you can do is cry. He keeps slamming your head against the glass while screaming at you, telling you that you will never leave and you will never escape. The feeling and the sound of your skull cracking open sickens you to your stomach and you feel cold.

CRUNCH!

It takes him a while to realize you're gone. He stands over body demanding that you get up, that is until he catches a glimpse of your blood and brain-matter smeared all over his window. He feels his guts twist at the sight of the sickening mixture running down and staining the floors. Usually, he was never squeamish or sensitive to the sight of blood, he killed many of your friends; it was different this time though. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry. Wake up please, please don't leave me here alone..." there was no response. He kept shaking you shoulders for over 45 minutes, hoping you'll awaken sometime soon. You never do though.

The reality hits him hard. He cries for days and days on end until he can't shed tears anymore. And then after that, he screams until his voice won't come out. He doesn't eat nor sleep nor watch TV nor read. He just stays there holding your body, though the entire house now reeks of your death. He feels himself grow weaker and weaker by the day, but he doesn't care. All his strength and power left the moment he'd killed you. He only had the strength to hold your corpse and that's the only thing he'd have the strength to do for the rest of eternity, that's all the strength he needed. Then, finally, one week later...his body goes cold too.

J E O N J U N G K O O K

Jungkook stood over you, a dangerous look lacing the usual expressionlessness of his eyes. You never intended for him to get upset, never intended for him to even catch you. Yet here you were. You'd tried to be as sneaky as you could possibly manage. But, you weren't sneaky enough, he caught talking on the phone with your best friend. It wasn't the fact that you were talking on the phone though, it the best friend part of the story. She didn't like him, often finding ways to contact you and show up in your life to try and "rescue" you from him. It made him sick. He was lenient when it came to family members, but wasn't that enough for you? Obviously not because you just betrayed his trust.

He snatches your phone straight from your hands and throws it across the room. It hits the wall hard and falls down on the floor. You back away from him before rising from the couch, "Jungkook..." the way his name falls from your lips is panicky. "I thought that you and I had an agreement, sweetheart," He says, his voice is low and it sends a sharp fear down your spine. "I-" he raises his hands, signaling you to be quiet. "I can't believe you. I trusted that you wouldn't dare speak with that slut again." the venom that laces his words makes you feel like you should run. But don't you just stand and watch as he grows angrier and angrier with you.

"We had agreement! Wasn't that enough for you?"

He suddenly lashes out and sends a nearby vase flying towards you, it barely misses you by an inch. It hits the wall not far behind you, shattering against the wall. "It's not fair, you get to talk to whoever you want!" You gestured towards him angrily l, tired of him treating you like his child. "Why is that? It's not like my bestfriend is romantically involved with me or interested in me in that way! She has a boyfriend who actually loves her!" You shout at him. You have no clue where this suddenly powerful sense of courage has come from, but you use it to your advantage. Jungkook seems just as shocked as you are about your sudden outburst. You turn around and walk out of the room angrily, planning to ignore him for the next few days.

As you're making your way down the stairs, Jungkook follows swiftly behind you. Once he catches up with you, he pushes you and you tumble down the stair. This wouldn't be the first time he's done this. But this time, you actually get hurt and hit your head hard on the steps. You finally stop falling when you reach the bottom and Jungkook is met with the look of extreme horror frozen on your face. He knows you're dead almost instantly, but he wants so badly to deny it.

"{___}?"

"I'm sorry, forgive me. I wasn't deserving of someone like you." He sighed, the sorrow starting build up slowly up inside of him, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He loves you, at least, that's the lie he told himself over and over again. You don't kill people you love, dumbass.

The next few days are hellish for him. It's too quiet and cold without you around. He laid your body inside of the master bedroom of his house, and he's slept in the guest room instead. He feels terrible about what he did. He wants to make up to you somehow, pay the price but nothing came to mind until now. That's how he found himself here, he felt nothing as he stood there, looking at you one last time. He kicked out the chair from his feet.

"Forgive me..."

THUD!

[coff-in]

on the topic of calling boys mommy i sometimes think of an older milf-styled femboy who gives his "daughter" (forcibly feminized boytoy) an abundant supply of "milk" (cum) straight from the source (his fucking dick) and it occurs to me that sex maniac andrew would/could probably be that femboy

notes from coff-in: HEHEHEHE YEAH!!!

hella yapping down here (not a fic, just a ramble), NSFW, incest, forced feminization (watch out if you're uncomfortable with that)

i just, i wanna, hehehe!! >:3c ah, ah, ah, okay... i gotta calm down :')

milf andrew taking care of his daughter is just... paints such a wonderful image to me. i think i gotta let this though marinate in my brain more but i can see it. it's kinda blurry but i can see it. (no longer) repressed sex manic andrew would probably feel so free to be that milfy femboy, no longer concerned with the pressure or expectations of society. (in the original post at least) people thought that he was just constantly horny cause his dick was big but he wasn't!! he's just PACKING!!

he had to push himself so much to show that he wasn't (just) a cumbrained freak but a person who was smart and intelligent and had his own feelings and struggles and desires outside of sex! but since the quarantine and everything else, he can let go and stop fighting. yeah he's a sex fiend now but because it's he likes it, not because it's expected from him (and i doubt he's horny all the time, he's still a person afterall)

and once she becomes a milf, teehee :3c i can't help it, i like the thought a lot. she would be (AND IS) such a good mom... not the best but better than renee. i'm imagining her nursing forcedfem [reader] on her cock and telling her "watch the teeth, baby" and i just AAAUUGH i know this is a horny thing but my brain is jist conjuring up soft moments too

milf andrew in bed with her daughter resting her head on her chest as she reads a book, maybe aloud. doing her daughter's hair (ashley would help too, happy to help her mommy take care of her new sister). i can also see milf andrew doing clothes or lingerie shopping with her daughter/s and using the opportunity to have semi-public sex in the changing rooms

i feel so sad that i have like NO life experience to build off since i'm just an introverted homebody but trust me, TRUST ME there are hot incest moments between them all the time.

"if only we were blood related..." I'LL MAKE IT HAPPEN FOR YOU!!! PLEASE PLEASE!!! them being blood related makes it all the more better, i mean... no yeah, it makes this scenario way better in my head. andrew and [reader] (his brother) after burial canon or something and andrew is just becoming more fem and growing into herself and she takes [reader] down with her. ESPECIALLY after killing renee, she's like "i'm going to take care of you, okay?" and i just GRRRR I WANT HER IN ME PLEASE!!!

sorry

and if [reader] tries to fight back andrew would just, like... talk down to him, i guess? whispering in her confused daughter's ear "don't you trust mommy to help you? i'm just doing what's best for us, like i've always done for you and ashley. mommy knows best, after all." and [reader] is like... "fine" it would be fucking perfect if [reader] was originally against it but then after the power imbalance from andrew and the encouragement from ashely, [reader] just... gives in. she likes it when her mommy lets her suck her cock for milk and enjoys wearing matching lingerie sets with her sister ashley and does some housewife work because it helps her calm down or relax and... eheh ♡

sorry for the rant, i couldn't let this sit in my inbox :p

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coff-in

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

i think you're onto something with the romance novels world and plot points needing to mirror the kind of outlandishness of the love story. bc the main characters are already inherently acting absurd just by falling madly in love in a month or whatever and then if you add in the contrivances of romance tropes, it starts to feel like whiplash trying to pretend the characters live in any sort of grounded "normal" world. Like when the author adds in a family conflict subplot where the MC is like in absolute shambles because her mom said something slightly passive aggressive at lunch. that reads as more jarring to me than like conflict being something ridiculous that her mom doesn't want her being a marine biologist bc they come from a long line of fishmongers. Give me absurd drama to match the over the top dialogue and character emotions, I knew it would be unrealistic it's a romance novel! I guess this applies more to romcoms, but the same would apply I think to an analogous serious scenario. Or at least that's my take on it

okay so having just finished genuinely the most boring romance novel I have ever read in my LIFE I'm going to expand on this a little so thank you for sending an ask that gives me such a great platform to do that

I personally generally prefer a romance that just gets fucking silly with it, like really outlandish. A Lady for the Duke (Alexis Hall) is obviously the dream, being a whole swoony historical trans-affirming fantasy, but contemporary fake relationship stories can also be fun in their sheer ridiculousness, like Love, Hate, and Clickbait (Liz Bowery), which I actually liked, and Unfortunately Yours (Tessa Bailey), which I did not like but was very funny. and let's not forget queen Helen Hoang's Bride Test, which has a premise that dances perilously close to human trafficking but all works out in the end!!!

BUT HAVING SAID THAT. I don't think that something needs to be totally implausible to be a good romance. two of my very favorites romance novels anywhere ever are Helen Hoang's Heart Principle (no one should be surprised Hoang is on her twice I adore her) and Akwaeke Emezi's You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty. both of these books are very grounded in reality but with very uncommon situations to heighten emotions and add urgency; in Hoang's case it's a character's adult autism diagnosis + death of a parent and in Emezi's case it's a very sudden and #problematic attraction coming out of absolutely nowhere. the stakes are very real, mostly centering around being true to yourself v disappointing your family, but the circumstances are still wild enough to make you say "god DAMN" and keep turning pages. hell, I'll even be extremely generous and include Mistakes Were Made (Meryl Wilsner) which is kind of a flop but does have the intriguing premise of "what if you were fucking a milf but her kid was YOUR BEST FRIEND and it was a secret?"

those are like the two sweet spots TO ME, and this book I just read (which was Thank You for Sharing by Rachel Runya Katz, I feel so bad putting it on blast but I know people are going to ask) really solidified it for me because TYFS didn't fall into either of those categories. I'm going to say something absolutely insane, which is that multiple times while I was reading it I found myself wishing that the book was fanfic, because on its own it just... didn't bring a lot to the table? it falls into the grounded category but doesn't really bring any of those heightened stakes to the story, it's just 330 pages of people in their late twenties complaining about dating and their office jobs. if I wanted that I could just ask my group chat! there's nothing particularly particularly gripping about watching made up strangers do it!

but then I was like oh hang on... if this was two fictional characters who are usually fighting with swords or throwing cars at each other or something this would be so gripping. it's literally the coffee shop AU principle, right? like seeing people in a very mundane setting having an office job and going to a bar is very shrimpteresting when they're normally defusing space bombs. I was explaining this to my housemates and I couldn't think of a straight couple to apply it to (the book is m/f) so I said Naruto and Sasuke, which is crazy because I've never seen a single episode of Naruto, but like. idk Naruto being a museum curator who has to work with Sasuke, a marketing specialist who he had beef with a summer camp 14 years ago, sounds kind of compelling, right? definitely more than just two people I don't know.

there's a post on here that I think about a lot that talks about why advertising a story with tropes doesn't work for original fiction as well as it does for fan fic because knowing the tropes is more helpful when you already have a sense of investment in the characters and their personalities, and I think this is related to that! I think sometimes you NEED to have a wider sense of scope for the characters for them to be interesting in a very mundane setting!

ANYWAY. much to consider, etc.

[crimeronan]

In titan P!Luz AU, in the scenario that Amity, Hunter, and Lilith do manage to escape to the Owl House (pRolOng ThEiR GriEf yyeeeSS >:)), how would Eda even deal with this? She’d understand how serious the situation is, but let’s say Luz does come back RIGHT in the middle of the Owl House, now looks like a humanoid version of King, and Hunter won’t let go of her while she’s like I need to go kill Belos RIGHT NOW.

i just showered and spent the entire time still thinking about this timeline because i love SO MUCH that it's like. a hunter extended grief spiral to match luz's over in the worst timeline. WHEEEE BE MISERABLE ABOUT EACH OTHER !! YAYYY

so.

antics in the owl house.

lilith is transparently coming apart at the seams, given that she's just lost her status AND any chance to heal eda's curse. amity is responding to this by scrabbling even harder for any bit of control she can get, which typically involves yelling at hunter and/or lashing out at hooty with her abomination magic.

and hunter is.... well. hunter.

so. eda is like well. we're all gonna kill each other eventually!! ah well. the world's gone to hell. this might as well happen . I Fucking Guess

at first hunter responds very similarly to the way he does in ftf -- after amity refuses to let him go martyr himself, he THROWS himself into making plans to attack belos. however even with all his castle knowledge and belos knowledge and wild magic knowledge, it's Pretty Fucking Difficult to assassinate the emperor. particularly when you are Public Enemy Number One.

after frustrating himself about a dozen times in a row, hunter starts digging through all of eda's books on wild magic and deeply illegal dark magic and other bullshit. eda assumes it's for more emperor-killing business, until hunter comes to her all like

hunter: owl lady.

eda: ....yes??

hunter: you know things about curses, don't you??

eda: well. some. obviously. you want to curse the emperor?

hunter: no, not that. it probably wouldn't take. i want you to curse me.

lilith, who was previously pacing around the kitchen, zipping into the room: hello. What.

hunter: there are Apparently curses that can take away a person's emotions. that'll make it easier to work without distractions. let's be practical about this

eda: ....those curses aren't a painkiller, kid. you wouldn't be able to feel anything positive, either. that's not the kind of life you want to give yourself

hunter: i don't Need positive feelings to get this done. i'll be able to remember my pre-curse priorities without any feelings getting in the way. as far as i'm concerned there's nothing but upsides!

lilith: cursing someone isn't something to undertake lightly-

hunter: wow! there is literally no one else on this island whose opinion i care about less than yours. anyway. eda, are you going to help me or not.

eda: ....not when you just lost someone, i'm not.

hunter, voice breaking: no, wait, please. Please. listen to me. i need to stop thinking about her. i'll do anything. i'm open to other solutions, i just - please.

eda: well, i'm not using a cursed solution to your emotional problems. that's a non-starter. i CAN get you really drunk, though. do you want to get Really, Really Drunk??

lilith: EDALYN-

eda: WHAT. it's not like drinking can make him feel WORSE.

hunter: actually. yeah. yeah that sounds great. probably the most useful thing short of a coma right now, so.

amity, muddy and covered in goop, coming in from where she's been outside wrestling hooty for like the tenth time today: if hunter is getting drunk, i would Also like to be drunk. just so everyone knows.

lilith: .....titan help me. fine. Fine. pour me a glass too. it's not as though anything matters anymore!!!! haHA!!!!

[beyoursbb]

€uro Tra$h Series: Dipped in $ugar (Part 3 - final)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x You (Reader) || Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 1.9k || Link to Part 1 and Link to Part 2 (Not necessary to read to understand Part 3, but here if you want more! Timeline for this work is Season 1 btw).

Summary: Just morning sex with Butcher lol.

Author’s Note: Wrote this shorter cuz I meant to get this out a long while ago, whoops! You can let me know how it was! Likes, dislikes, etc. I love and appreciate feedback in the comments. This 3-part scenario is now complete. @a-rogue-tiddy-bot thought you might want to be tagged!

Warnings: swearing, teasing, vaginal fingering, implied p in v sex, sugar daddy / daddy kink (the name daddy is used 1 time, and a lil talk of those dynamics), age gap (implied, not specified), little bit of praise, begging

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You woke up gradually, each of your senses gathering intel on your surroundings to remind you of where you were. Sunlight streamed through the tiny crack in the motel’s curtains, glinting off the weapon on the table. The bed sheets by your nose still had the scent of laundry detergent despite last night’s action. The faint snoring of the man behind you matched the warm body cuddled up to your backside, and the arm under your neck that you were using as a pillow. You could feel the heat radiating off Billy’s chest and the weight of his other arm hanging over your midsection, as well as something not-so-soft pressing against your butt. 

You stretched your hand back to stroke his neck. “Billy?” you whispered. 

No response. 

“Billy,” you said louder, lightly tugging on his hair. 

He hummed, keeping his eyes closed. 

You took a breath, then gave an experimental shift backwards into his crotch.

“Oi. Morning sunshine,” he mumbled into your hair, his hand already cupping between your legs.

You giggled at how that got his attention. “Morning, Billy.”

“When’d you put these on?” he complained softly, playing with the waistband of your bottoms.

“When I got up in the middle of the night.”

If you thought Butcher’s regular deep voice was sexy, you were wholly unprepared to face this gravelly tone as he woke up. Especially when it was demanding your naked body again. 

“Well fucking take ‘em off, will ya?” 

Billy hardly gave you a moment to comply before shoving his hand in your underwear. He immediately found your clit, but his touch was gentle, and worked tantalizingly slow, tracing lazy circles. Your legs didn’t need much coaxing to open up as Billy eagerly pushed his own thigh between them and hooked yours around it while planting soft kisses to your neck. His beard tickled your jawline, and you sighed contentedly, melting into the sensation with a slight turn of your head toward him. You closed your eyes.

If this was how snug morning sex with Billy could be, you hoped he would let you linger more frequently. You guessed being half asleep was why his demeanor had taken a sharp left turn and a whole 180 flip to be so…calm. Not that you ever minded his roughness. But this right now was a different experience, and it was nice. You were used to trying to help Butcher relax as much as possible during your visits, but there is only so many times a guy can fuck the stress out of his system before needing to face his stressors head-on, like a well-adjusted adult. You knew an unstable, emotionally unavailable man when you saw one; Butcher didn’t have time for that. His mind was always preoccupied, his actions always in a hustle to return to whatever was demanding his attention before you arrived. Hence, why you were surprised he wasn’t already fucking you into the mattress and sending you on your way. 

Instead, Billy’s fingers continued to tease your slick entrance delicately; it was almost unbelievable they were the same fingers that brought you to a searing climax some hours ago. 

“Even first thing in the morning, so wet and ready,” Billy whispered in your ear.

You could hear the smirk in his voice, driving you to push your hips against him to address your growing need for more friction. But Billy seemed satisfied taking his time playing with you, his breathing even as his lips ghosted across the smooth skin of your shoulder. 

A cross between a groan and a whimper slipped off your tongue. You were getting impatient already. “I need more, Daddy.”

“Need more what, luv?” Billy took hardly a second to push your underwear farther down your legs until it was off, and run his hand back up your bare skin.

“More of you,” you answered, reaching behind to grab his increasingly hard length. Hot and heavy in your palm, you started to touch him too, rubbing slowly from base to tip. 

“Oh, you’ll get more, baby.”

You inhaled sharply. Billy rarely called you baby. Shit, you thought. Since when had he picked up on the effect that word had on you when it was uttered by him? You could give less of a shit when your other sugar daddies called you the pet name. But Billy dropping it so casually right now while he toyed with your arousal? You were in for it this morning.

“My baby can be such a greedy girl,” he chuckled.

My baby. My. Baby. My.

This time you visibly shivered, your shoulders rattling against his chest, but you tried to cover it up by twisting your head back at the same time to steal a kiss from his lips. He allowed it, nipping at your lower lip, then removed his arm from under you and propped himself up on it. Butcher was at the perfect level now to hover right above your ear. 

“Did ya know that’s why I say you’re my favorite?” 

His fingers were back on your clit, the pressure still light, but he quickened his pace. 

“Why?” you asked, dumbly, his teasing clearly too distracting for your mind to keep up with the conversation, as well as provide any stimulation for him. Your hand on his length had already slowed to a pathetic, arrhythmic rate. You blushed at the realization when he — rather politely — removed your useless hand from his crotch and placed it under his own to touch yourself with as he continued his ministrations on your wetting pussy. 

“Because you’re greedy, luv. And I know it’s not for my money.” 

A pitifully needy noise slipped out from deep in your throat as Billy’s mouth connected to the soft spot under your ear, tongue flicking at the lobe, before he bit it — harder than you anticipated. 

“You get that everywhere, with however many daddies you have.” 

You drew in a deep breath in an attempt to steady your loudly beating heart. Was there a tinge of spite in his voice? You didn’t have time to analyze. Billy flipped you around to face him, swiftly replacing the hands on your core with his length dragging through your folds. You gasped, gripping at his shoulders, trying not to stare down at the delicious sight of his big hand around his even bigger member, its head leaking precum into your slit. 

“Nah, I know,” Billy growled. Your eyes snapped up to meet his dark, lust-filled gaze. “You’re just greedy for my cock.”

You shrieked at the sudden intrusion, then swore at him. Finally he had dipped into your dripping cunt. Except this fucker switched back to using his fingers.

“Billy— Billy, please,” you cried out, not even sure what you were begging for. You were greedy for his cock, yes. You were just as desperate for your fucking release. Also, you wanted to wipe that smug smile off his handsome face. 

“Let me hear you,” he insisted, two digits pushing in and out of your center. “Tell me, why are you my favorite fuck?”

You willed your mind and mouth to cooperate in forming sentences. “Because I’m greedy.”

The quick response earned you a third digit stretching you out, causing you to bite down on your lip.

“For…?”

Again, you forced yourself to concentrate, despite the lewd noises echoing below you and the feeling of climax in the pit of your stomach hungry to break free. 

“For your cock,” you breathed out. “I’m so greedy for your cock.”

Billy curled his fingers to hit that spot you loved, and you felt your tether to reality loosen. 

“So sweet of you to say, darlin’.” The stillness in his tone matched the precision of his palm now rubbing tight circles on your clit. "Is that what you want now? You want my cock in your tight little pussy?"

Your head drooped forward, thudding against his firm chest, your hands still clawing at his arms for some sense of stability while you grinded down on him, desperately chasing your high. He was stringing you out for all you were worth and you were so, so close, you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. "Yes, yes! Please— I want it so bad,” you panted.

“Next time, baby, look at me when you speak. Maybe then you'll get exactly what you want.”

With one last stroke of his hand, your orgasm hit hard, much more intense than the two last night combined, and twice as pleasurable. You saw stars with your eyes sealed shut while your pussy clenched with a vice grip around Billy, as strong as your nails dug into his skin. He made you the most writhing, sweaty mess you’d been in months, yet you didn’t — couldn’t — even make a sound, sans the quiet gushing of your juices thoroughly coating him.

You had no idea how many minutes passed before you came back down to Earth in Butcher’s arms and opened your eyes to see him peering down at you gingerly. He pecked your forehead, and you did the same to his neck, collarbone, and chest.

“Fuck, I’m glad you stayed last night, luv.”

“Me too,” you squeaked out.

“You alrigh’?” Billy asked, wiping the tears that had formed at the corners of your eyes.

You nodded, then laughed. “Pretty sure I blacked out.”

“Thought so, too,” he replied, a small, satisfied grin appearing. 

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him away. Then for the first time all morning, you got a good look at him. His thick, dark brown hair could definitely be characterized as a bed head, and you aimlessly combed through it a few times. Your gaze drifted downwards to the red scratches you had just gifted him, and you gently brushed over them with the pad of your thumb. A little farther down you carefully studied the still-fresh bruises and past-lingering scars across his broad torso. 

Your turn to inquire. “Are you alright?”

“Never better,” Billy said, a little too quickly.

“I mean from last night.” You traced an imaginary line connecting the marks on his body, to make your point clear. “What happened?”

Butcher shifted his body, but his face remained hardened. “Even MM needs a reminder every once in a while. Captain’s gotta run a tight ship,” he said matter-of-factly. “Job’s stressful, night didn’t go as planned, he took it out on me, but he knows when I’m right.”

You nodded, as if deliberately sidestepping the question about his injuries to explain the one part of his night you were present for was an acceptable enough answer. However, after a restful night’s sleep and an active morning that left you plenty clear-headed, you felt a bit more bold. You didn’t care if it wasn’t a sugar baby’s place to know his job. If he wasn’t ready to discuss the elephant in the room this second, you were at least going to let him know he wouldn’t get away with avoiding it for long.

“Fine, if you want to dance around it. You don’t have to tell me right now why you were gone four hours longer than you expected, or came back with this,” you nudged his taped up hand, “or that,” you gestured toward the semi-automatic on the table, “but at the very least, you should introduce me to your colleagues.”

The flashback of you laying on the bed, thankfully fully clothed, when they stormed in last night flashed through your memory. “You know, the guys who weren’t sure that this is legal,” you added. “Want them to know it’s all good.”

There was a beat of silence, until Billy relented, and you were genuinely surprised at the lack of pushback. “Fine.” 

With his hand on your hip, he rolled you over onto your other side, back into a spooning position, with your ass pulled against him. 

“You’ll meet the boys with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

[onlyswan]

hi sweetheART :)

your latest drabble is still occupying a significant amount of my brain space and i read it the second you posted it hehe

i just adore how detail oriented you are and how there are reoccurring themes throughout your drabbles - one of my personal favorites is when you mention oc‘s clothing! and i wanted to ask if you could maybe explain their style and fashion sense and how you maybe come up with it? (if you haven’t already) like do you have a pinterest board or do you come up with it on the spot? is their style similar or identical to yours bc you mentioned that you love fashion and thrifting like oc <3 i would just really love to hear you talk about it, i am so excited already while i am typing this!!

From what i‘ve gathered so far oc likes to wear crop tops and shorts around the house, they love mini skirts (same) and own cargo (and corduroy?)pants and they have an affinity for fabulous shoes (i guess a good mix of heeled shoes and sneakers?) sorry if i missed anything!!

anyways, i would love love love your opinions and answer to this topic and i really hope i am not bothering you with this long message or asking for too much, i know you are really busy right now xx

i hope you’re having a wonderful day❤️

HIIII BELOVED 🥰 you have no idea how much i’m absolutely geeking rn LOL thank you thank you for noticing the tiny little details. my writer heart is very happy with this information 🫶🏼

i do come up with oc’s outfits on the spot considering the weather, location, scenario and all that jazz :] we areeee kinda similar but still very different. oc’s fashion sense is more matured and experimental ? they like showing skin and is veryyy chic !! <3 🥺 outside they’re always wearing a skirt or a dress but if it’s a more chill day / they need or want to move a lot, they’d wear pants !! oc owns quite a lot of pants too but they’re almost all baggy (hence the cargo too) bcs tight fitting bottoms make them uncomfy (as you can tell) 😭 imagine jungkook’s style but minus the oversized shirts hehe. their closet is very colorful mainly bcs of the tops and dresses !! they just naturally don’t gravitate towards basics so a big chunk of oc’s mind just works hard to match specific pieces of clothing into outfits and have them memorized 🗯️ they love cute hair accessories!! and earrings!! and yesss ur right def have an affinity for fabulous shoes 🥺 those +++ boots!!! their one true love :P

AND PLS I LOOOOVE how you’ve observed these things and took note of them 🥲🫶🏼 and you’re not bothering me at all bcs i enjoy talking abt the in which couple and hearing you guys talk about them too more than anything 🥹 thank you for sending this ask you made my day !!! <333

edit: i got so carried i forgot to mention the sweetheART 😭 the cutest nickname i’ve ever gotten? ANON ILY

[dragonmarquise]

I have so many fic ideas and now I wanna ramble/vent about them here because I can, please excuse me :u

21 Mega Man Battle Network ideas!! 6 of which have MaddMatch/HinoMado/whatever you want to call it as a main focus, and like 4 others that mention it as a background thing, because of course :P

18 Legend of Zelda ideas! Mainly a ton of what-if scenarios with the characters. (Especially Majora is I'm gonna be honest lol)

At least 2 Pokemon ideas, maybe 3 or 4

And one Digimon idea… Maybe 2

The Maddy x Match tag on AO3 was empty before I posted my current script fic on the site. Which, from talking with plenty of other people about it, most likely means there was at least one fic of that pairing on AO3, in order for the tag to be registered like that in the first place (I.e. made into a canonical tag, for anyone who’s more familiar with how things work on AO3; at least I'm pretty sure that's the right concept for what I'm talking about here). But by the time I got on the site, whatever was in that tag had since been deleted/removed/etc. D:

There’s also apparently a Match/OC tag?! And that one is also empty! Who know what could have once been there, there certainly isn’t anything on the Wayback Machine!! ;o;

Well anyways, I am probably going to be the one to repopulate the Maddy x Match tag on AO3. I kinda hope I don’t end up being the only one to post for that tag at all, but if I do, then so be it I guess!!

Meanwhile judging by some of my other Battle Network fic plans, I will be the AO3 trendsetter for at least 5 different ships, assuming no one else writes for them in the meantime, mwahaha >:D

(An aside, honestly I kind of hope I can collaborate with others to maybe get more of these ideas out faster. But that will depend on me getting at least some of these made and posted, and getting others interested in what I'm working on. Plus of course at least finishing the overall outlines of all of these. We'll see how that pans out, I guess.)

So yeah, between this and my world building wiki and other stuff, I will definitely be busy, lol

[the-kipsabian]

for the fanfic asks: 1, 8, 13, 20, 23, 25, 29, 43, 46, 72, 79 💚

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike? most fics come to me in forms of dreaming while im trying to sleep, so yes. the one good thing about insomnia currently is that i get to rotate so many blorbos and scenarios in my head that i have a lot of content to write lol

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip. i have like. one current wip in docs that i might work on again at some point so here. technically its not a spoiler since its the whole premise of the fic buuuut

13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently? pretty much always? i focus better when i have matching vibes, unless im having a sensory moment but usually then i cant really write either honestly. "puppet master" is my current playlist on loop, its just my two kip playlists combined into one to fit the mood of immortal fears lol

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics? pretty much all my stuff in canon divergent on some level honestly, so i guess aus? not in a very obvious sense of aus but yeah. tho i do love me some extra sad aus too, post apocalyptic aus my beloved.....

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest? middle part is the easiest, ending is the hardest cause i either never know when to end a story or how to end a story like. i want to have that final impact and sometimes its so hard to pinpoint where that should be. middle is just a good flow usually if i get that far and thats where all the good ideas usually happen so its my favorite <3

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)? probably the writing itself. like i can have a shit ton of good, even great ideas while brainstorming or outlining things, but usually the biggest things happen while im actually putting the words down. i really enjoy it when the story just flows and how it comes together. also i have discovered i absolutely loathe the editing part LOL

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of? personally i think i can bring emotions to life really well. be it happy or sad (mostly sad tho i love my sad depressed uncomfortable bitches), i feel like i have the words for them that fit

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet? hmmmmm i dont really know? i mean i have plenty of ideas sitting in my drafts and in my brain and stuff, but i dont really think i have a lot that i absolutely NEED to write. maybe that one bunnelope fic i wanted to do about a love potion gone wrong cause girls need to be gay or something

46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be? once again - post apocalyptic au my beloved. anything that takes place "after the world ends" in one way or another is my shit. gimme all the post apocalyptic hell i crave for

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten? basically every time someone says i nailed a character im writing for the first time. cause i take a lot of pride and put in the effort to try to give them each their own voice and i study my materials and yeah. ..hence also why im so hesitant so often to write about new people cause i am a perfectionist when it comes to characterization especially ajksdnkjasd

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share? this we discovered last week to be a really functional advice so: if you dont know how to start writing a scene, put someone in a room. make them enter a space, and start from there - why are they there, who else is there, what is their purpose in that space, what is that space?

also first drafts dont need to be perfect, everything can be edited in post, even after you post the thing if youre planning on doing so. hell some published novels have typos in them, let alone nonsensical writing and storylines. you dont need to be perfect, as long as you are writing

and obviously you are your own audience first and foremost. write for yourself yo fuck the rest (unless the rest are into it too then thats great but you should still write for yourself first and consider everything else second lol)

fanfic writing asks ~

[gearupairsofton]

How Airsoft Targets Improve Your Shooting Accuracy

Introduction

Airsoft is a fast-growing sport that combines elements of strategy, precision, and teamwork. While many players focus on upgrading their gear or refining their tactical skills, one often-overlooked aspect of improvement is practice with airsoft targets. These tools play a critical role in helping players develop shooting accuracy, refine their techniques, and prepare for in-game scenarios. In this article, we’ll delve into the details of how airsoft targets can elevate your shooting game and lead to significant improvements in accuracy.

1. Enhancing Focus and Precision

Airsoft targets are specifically designed to challenge players to aim at specific points, helping to improve their focus and precision over time. When practicing with defined targets such as bullseyes, paper cutouts, or metal plates, players must concentrate on aligning their sights with the target.

Refining Aim: Repeatedly aiming at a small, specific area helps shooters learn to control their breathing and steady their hands, two factors that significantly impact accuracy.

Improving Visual Acuity: Shooting at varying distances and sizes of targets trains your eyes to adjust focus, improving overall aim even in fast-paced scenarios.

Dealing with Distractions: Practicing with multiple targets in a controlled environment helps train your brain to block out distractions, a skill that translates into better in-game performance.

2. Building Muscle Memory

Accuracy in shooting often comes down to consistency, which is achieved through muscle memory. Muscle memory is developed when repeated practice teaches your body to perform movements automatically without conscious thought. Airsoft targets enable players to engage in consistent, repetitive practice that ingrains proper shooting techniques.

Repetition and Routine: Regular use of airsoft targets helps you perfect your shooting stance, grip, and trigger control.

Automatic Precision: Over time, muscle memory ensures you can react quickly and accurately, especially under pressure or in unexpected situations during airsoft matches.

Posture and Technique: Practicing with targets allows players to refine their posture and improve their overall shooting mechanics, leading to more accurate shots in the long run.

3. Simulating Real-World Scenarios

Many airsoft targets are designed to mimic real-world situations, making practice sessions more engaging and practical. For example, reactive targets or moving targets simulate dynamic combat conditions where the player must track and hit a target in motion.

Dynamic Practice: Targets that move, pop up, or require timed shooting create scenarios that mimic real gameplay, enhancing both accuracy and adaptability.

Situational Awareness: By using multiple targets in a practice area, players can simulate in-game environments, learning to prioritize targets and engage with greater efficiency.

Reflex Training: Dynamic targets force players to react quickly, helping to sharpen reflexes and build confidence in their ability to hit moving objects.

4. Providing Instant Feedback

One of the most valuable aspects of airsoft targets is the ability to provide immediate feedback on performance. Unlike guessing where your shots land during a game, using reactive or visible targets gives you a clear understanding of your accuracy.

Reactive Targets: Targets like spinning plates or poppers give instant feedback when hit, allowing you to adjust your aim in real time.

Grouping Assessment: Paper or electronic targets help you assess shot groupings, indicating whether you’re consistently hitting the same area or need to refine your technique.

Performance Tracking: Keeping records of your progress over time, such as hit ratios or reaction times, can help you identify strengths and areas for improvement.

5. Encouraging Measurable Progress

Tracking progress is an essential part of any skill-building activity, and airsoft shooting is no exception. Practicing with targets allows you to measure your improvement over time, providing motivation and clear goals.

Goal Setting: Whether it’s reducing your time to hit a series of targets or improving your hit rate, measurable goals keep you motivated.

Tracking Accuracy: Consistent use of targets lets you compare results from previous sessions, giving you a tangible sense of achievement.

Confidence Building: Watching your accuracy improve session by session boosts your confidence, which is critical for staying composed in competitive airsoft matches.

6. Improving Shot Placement Techniques

Different airsoft targets challenge players to practice various aspects of shot placement. For example, some targets may require precision shooting to hit small bullseyes, while others, such as silhouette targets, simulate real-world adversaries and require strategic shot placement.

Critical Hit Zones: Practicing on targets with specific hit zones, such as head, chest, or limbs, trains players to aim strategically in games.

Efficiency in Gameplay: Accurate shot placement reduces wasted shots, saving ammunition and increasing your effectiveness on the field.

Long-Range Precision: Targets designed for long-distance shooting help players perfect their accuracy when engaging opponents from afar.

7. Promoting Versatility in Shooting Styles

Airsoft targets come in various styles, each offering unique challenges that help players build versatility in their shooting skills.

Stationary Targets: These are great for beginners or for practicing static shooting techniques like proper grip and alignment.

Reactive Targets: Designed to respond when hit, these targets are ideal for practicing follow-through and tracking your shots.

Timed Targets: Adding a time limit to hit a set number of targets builds speed and accuracy under pressure, which is invaluable during competitive matches.

8. Making Practice Engaging and Fun

Let’s face it—repetitive training can become boring over time. Airsoft targets introduce variety and excitement into your practice sessions, keeping you engaged and motivated.

Custom Scenarios: Use multiple targets to create unique practice drills that simulate real challenges you might face in a match.

Competitive Practice: Practice with friends to turn target shooting into a fun competition, helping everyone improve while keeping the activity enjoyable.

Creative Challenges: Incorporate obstacles, time limits, or moving targets into your practice range to test your skills and keep things dynamic.

Conclusion

Airsoft targets are far more than simple training tools—they are essential for improving shooting accuracy, building confidence, and developing the skills needed to excel in competitive matches. From enhancing focus and precision to providing real-time feedback, these targets allow players to refine their abilities in a controlled and measurable way. By incorporating different types of airsoft targets into your practice routine, you’ll not only become a more accurate shooter but also enjoy the process of self-improvement. So visit your local shop, set up a practice range, and start hitting those bullseyes with precision!

[rs3471055]

Colour Trading App Download: Your Gateway to Predictive Gaming

Colour Trading Apps have become a popular sensation among gamers and strategists looking for a unique way to engage in prediction-based games. These apps allow users to guess the outcome of color sequences, offering an exciting blend of strategy, luck, and real-world rewards. Whether you're a seasoned player or new to the genre, downloading a Colour Trading App is the first step toward entering this captivating world. In this article, we’ll guide you through the process of downloading a Colour Trading App highlight key features, and offer tips to enhance your gaming experience.

What is a Colour Trading App

A Colour Trading App is a mobile application designed for color-based prediction games. Players use the app to predict which color will appear next in a sequence, or which color will dominate in a set of options. Successful predictions can earn players rewards, ranging from virtual points and in-app currency to real-world prizes.

These apps are designed to be engaging and user-friendly, providing a fun way to test your intuition and strategic thinking. With various game modes and competitive features, Colour Trading Apps offer something for everyone, whether you’re playing casually or seeking a more intense gaming experience.

How to Download a Colour Trading App

Downloading a Colour Trading App is straightforward. Here’s a step-by-step guide to help you get started:

Step 1: Choose Your App

Before downloading, research different Colour Trading Apps to find the one that suits your preferences. Look for apps with high ratings, positive reviews, and features that align with your interests. Some apps may focus on casual play, while others offer advanced trading and competition options.

Step 2: Download the App

For Android Users: Open the Google Play Store on your device. Use the search bar to find the Colour Trading App by name. Once you find the app, tap on "Install" to begin the download process.

For iOS Users: Open the Apple App Store on your device. Search for the Colour Trading App by name and tap on "Get" to download and install the app.

Step 3: Install and Open the App

After the download is complete, open the app from your device’s home screen. The installation process is usually quick and straightforward.

Step 4: Create an Account

Most Colour Trading Apps will require you to create an account before you can start playing. Sign up using your email address, phone number, or social media accounts. Follow the on-screen instructions to complete the registration process.

Step 5: Explore and Start Playing

Once logged in, take some time to explore the app’s interface and features. Familiarize yourself with the different game modes, settings, and any tutorials offered. Then, dive into the gameplay by making your first color predictions.

Key Features of Colour Trading Apps

Colour Trading Apps come with a range of features designed to enhance your gaming experience:

User-Friendly Interface: Most apps offer a clean, intuitive interface that makes it easy to navigate through game modes, place predictions, and track your progress.

Variety of Game Modes: Choose from different game modes based on your preferences, including simple prediction games, competitive multiplayer matches, and advanced trading scenarios.

Real-Time Competitions: Some apps include real-time competitions where you can compete against other players for higher rewards and leaderboard rankings.

Daily Bonuses and Challenges: Keep the excitement alive with daily bonuses, challenges, and special promotions that offer extra chances to earn rewards.

Secure Transactions: For apps that involve real money or betting, secure transaction systems are in place to protect your financial information.

Social Interaction: Engage with other players through multiplayer modes, in-app chats, and community leaderboards. The social aspect adds a competitive edge and enhances the overall experience.

Reward Systems: Earn virtual points, in-app currency, or real-world prizes based on the accuracy of your predictions. Rewards can vary depending on the app and game mode.

Why Download a Colour Trading App?

Colour Trading Apps offer several benefits that make them an appealing choice for mobile gamers:

Engaging Gameplay: The blend of luck and strategy involved in predicting color outcomes keeps the gameplay exciting and challenging.

Potential Rewards: Many apps offer the opportunity to win real-world prizes or in-app currency, adding an extra layer of motivation.

Varied Game Modes: Whether you’re looking for casual play or competitive matches, Colour Trading Apps provide a range of options to suit different preferences.

Social and Competitive Elements: Compete with friends or other players and climb the leaderboards to showcase your skills and strategies.

Accessible and Fun: The simple mechanics of color prediction make these apps easy to learn and enjoyable for players of all skill levels.

Tips for Getting the Most Out of Your Colour Trading App

To maximize your enjoyment and success with a Colour Trading App, consider these tips:

Start Small: Begin with small predictions or low-stakes games to familiarize yourself with the app’s mechanics and features.

Observe Patterns: Pay attention to patterns and trends in color sequences. This can help improve your prediction accuracy over time.

Claim Bonuses: Take advantage of daily bonuses and challenges to increase your in-game rewards and opportunities for success.

Engage with the Community: Join multiplayer games, interact with other players, and participate in community events to enhance your gaming experience.

Manage Your Bets: Use a balanced approach when placing bets or making predictions. Avoid risking large amounts until you’re confident in your strategies.

Stay Updated: Keep an eye out for updates and new features in the app. Developers often release new content and improvements that can enhance gameplay.

Conclusion

Downloading a Colour Trading App is your gateway to a fun and engaging world of color-based prediction games. With simple mechanics, exciting gameplay, and the potential for real rewards, these apps offer a unique and enjoyable experience for mobile gamers. Follow the steps outlined in this guide to get started, explore the app’s features, and dive into the action. Whether you’re aiming for casual fun or serious competition, a Colour Trading App provides an entertaining way to test your luck and strategy. Download your app today and start making those predictions!

[paulagnewart]

Sonic the Oz-Hog Act 2/12: All My Friends are Echidnapped!

Sonic the Hedgehog issue 244 AU Publication Date: 20th February 2013 Price: $6.50

Back for more, eh? Unfortunately the time has come for a shocking second installment in these monthly musings of hedgehog history. Why? Maybe it's the masochist in me. Nostalgic pertinence? Stockholm Syndrome? Whichever way, reflecting on the past can be a merciless drug. Archie Sonic is long cancelled and unlikely to be of any further significance within my lifetime, so where lies the point of writing these posts nobody would rightfully read anyway?

Lunacy. Sheer lunacy.

If this is the result of two posts, part twelve will likely be DOA. When one considers the legacy of pointless shouting matches, ego stroking and litigations this comic suffered equally as it caused, giving it any thoughts beyond apoplectic is almost self-destructive. Still, if the book's vivid international history is to ever see the light of day again, guess I must make use of whatever avenues are at hand. Thus in the epic tradition of another 12-part pop culture event, if last month's introspective retrospective on Sonic Super Special 3 was a 'Nightmare Begins' scenario, then now comes a true 'Day of Armageddon'.

It's 20th February. Among the dwindling selection of comic books available across newsagents was a new high-speed hedgehog adventure. A multi-part story many moons in the making handled by a long-time writer which saw Knuckles take front and centre. With cameos from an echidna cast, he faced off against a powerful enemy destined to change the very future of Mobius. A story only superseded by immense publication turmoil that it left writer and editor scrambling by the seats of their pants, leading to a fanbase bitterly disappointed by its depressingly dour and rushed conclusion.

But we're not talking about issue 131. An incredible coincidence to be sure, but hardly a welcome one. Instead let's take a trip forward nine more years to that very same day in 2013.

The state of Australian politics were, as ever, chaotic. Julia Gillard, the nation's first female Prime Minister, was reaching the end of her turbulent three year term in the top job. Despite legislating sweeping changes to assist disabled citizens, better internet, student education and environmental protection, her conservative detractors were ruthless. Be it newspapers, radio or self-aggrandizing musicians, their demands to "burn the witch" were loud and clear, and none more so than misogynistic maestro and onion connoisseur Tony Abbott.

It wouldn't be an Aussie summer without bushfires, and true to form, early 2013 was plentiful. Records for hottest days previously set in January 1998 were smashed. Volunteer firefighters travelled the wide charred land to tame nature's chaos, resulting in multiple deaths. Thankfully the worst had already come to pass by this point as the extreme weather gradually wound down. A difficult recovery time began for many, but with hindsight on our sides, that summer paled compared to the sheer tragedy which awaited us come October.

Life that February wasn't all doom and gloom. Millions of viewers tuned in Channel 10 to watch our home teams weave their way to gold in the Sochi Olympics. Martin Scorsese's adaptation of 'The Wolf of Wall Street' was number one at the box office. Red Hot Chili Peppers led the charge for the 20th Big Day Out concert. Stone Music Festival swept the land later, spearheaded after a last-second venue shift by the triumphant return of Aerosmith, their first Aussie tour in over 20 years. And I suppose it's worth a mention how 'Harlem Shake' toppled P!nk and Nate Ruess' dominance of the charts for a grand total of… one week.

Baauer wasn't the only one left shaking. Upon conclusion of the 20th anniversary tale 'Genesis', a discontent among Archie Sonic readers began to seep across message boards. Questions and critiques over the book's direction, plus whether editorial or SEGA were responsible, became increasingly frequent topics of fiery debate. A sentiment which reached a peak by the time Sonic Universe's 'Scrambled' arc ran its course, ultimately spilling over to the BumbleKing Forums.

In response, Ian Flynn called an official "State of the Books" topic on 11th May 2012 for fans to civilly discuss their grievances. It's important to remember the fanbase was already running on knife's edge since certain litigations were announced back in July 2010, which intentionally or unintentionally influenced several commentators. Critiques over its 48 pages ranged from slowly erasing the Freedom Fighters in favour of game characters, a meandering plot going around in circles, Sonic himself being a boring hero, a lack of Knuckles, to forced melodrama and a constant string of depressing losses (complaints fans already aired to former writers a decade earlier. Oh, the more things change…). In spite of fan disagreements, civility won the day.

Which sadly could not be said when issue 244 was released. Once it became clear the story was hastily rewritten at the behest of Collen IP to remove legally contentious cast, forum members hit the roof in an intense 34 page debate. "Convoluted and convenient", "This. Development. Sucks!" and "Empty filler" were slung around. Nor was veteran artist Steven Butler spared, yet again heavily criticized for his page layouts and character proportions. One optimistic commentator opined "Why do i have a feeling that when issue 245 comes out everybody that was worrying a lot is going to wind up loving this arc?". A resolution they'd have to find elsewhere after the thread was locked.

"Where is everyone?" Knuckles yelled on the first page as he wandered into the abandoned wasteland of Albi-erm, echidna homeland. A good question, rad red. Perhaps they're all hung over after last night's Cliff Richard in Melbourne concert.

'Endangered Species' is Archie's ultimate Monkey's Paw story. The mind boggles how this same company who infamously toppled Dan DeCarlo and set creators rights back to the stone age ended up firing their own legal team. What should read like an Outhousers article is now part of Sonic's history. Yet for all the readers upset over cast culling, plenty more made it shamelessly clear they approved the move.

Page 11's "Now then -- to clean up the garbage." became a call to arms for fans sick of the series' expansive echidna cast. After 'Return to Angel Island' set the standard, they were poised, primed, ready for latter-era Archie Sonic to continue its indulgence in some permanent eth-chidna cleansing. No matter the character or relevance to the plot, "And nothing of value was lost" echoed across BumbleKing and beyond. A selfishly spiteful sentiment people steadfastly hold to this very day.

T(h)rash would be proud.

Next Time: Swing back to March 2001, a time where Sonic faced a foe far greater than any robo scientist or machine monkey could dare compare. The very real and deadly threat that was… mass unemployment? Had things behind the scenes truly gotten that bad for Riverdale's top-selling high-speed hero? Absolutely. But for Australia, it was Friday.

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