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[petew21-blog]

Family swap: Boys just wanna have fun!

My name is Robert Philip Cornell. I come from a very succesful family of lawyers. And in order to honor my family's legacy I continued in this tradition. Therefore I hope that one of my sons, preferably both, will continue this path as well. Unfortunately my twins, Richard and Philip, are very much like me and their mother. Inteligent, very good looking and thanks to our wealth, powerful. And they know how to use that. But sometimes I wonder if they should appreciate our legacy more than they do now. If you asked me right now and I answered that they were high, drunk or fucking someone, I'd definitely hit atleast one of the three if not all of them.

I was in Johannesburg to help close a company I represent a great deal. After signing we ended having a few coctails and then I left the group to my hotel room. Suddenly a WhatsApp message came to my mobile phone. From my wife Anna

"I'm sorry for interupting your meeting. Call me asap when you're free. It's the boys"

Oh god. What now? I dialed my wife's phone number

Anna:"Hey love. How was the meeting?"

Robert:"Hi, all went well. What's happening?"

Anna:"Philip took the boat. Richard covered him and as soon as the boat left the harbour he followed him. They just wanted to trick me. So now they're once again having a party on the sea, absolutely high as always. I just hope the cost guard will be understanding once again"

Robert:"Honey. I know you mean well with them, but I think it's time"

Anna:"Robert no. You can't be serious. Don't you remember what happened with your father and you when you two did this? Your father wanted to 'teach you a lesson', then you spent a shit ton of money and almost destroyed his reputation."

Robert:"And look where it got me. I know that the boys will understand eventually"

Anna:"So what are you gonna do? It wouldn't be fair to swap only one of them and there isn't another male figure left in your family to swap them with"

Robert:"I wasn't thinking of a male figure to be honest"

Anna:"Are you crazy? One of my sons in my FEMALE body? Robert, I don't think I'm comfortable with that. I can't imagine one of them treating my body decently"

Robert:"I am not happy with one of them ruining my image too or even treating my and yours body, but I believe that they will learn the lesson soon enough. Besides, wouldn't you wanna take those two teen hormonal bodies for a spin?"

Anna:"You're a tease Robert... when?"

Robert:"How about right now? I am in a hotel room. So let's say, Richard can try to get out of South Africa back home and Philip now can try to figure out and stress alone in your body on an island, how to get their original bodies back"

Anna:"Robert... you're evil. Then I am looking forward to see you in a minute"

Robert:"See you soon, my love"

A few minutes passed since Robert wanted to write down some instructions and so did Anna

Richard and Philip were on a yacht, blasting music and approaching the beach of the city they were headed to. Suddenly a text message sound. Philip opened the message first. It said:"Since you boys want to be on your own and enjoy everything life has to offer, we give you our bodies to take care of and with them the duties of maintaining our family image. Yes, you now have to work, yes you have to provide for the family. And yes, one of you will be a female. Treat our bodies with respect and we will do the same."

Philip:"Dude is dad tripping? What the hell is that?"

Richard:"I think I'm too high for this, bro"

A very nauseating feeling that didn't originate from the waves of the sea sweat through the two teens. Both trying hard not to vomit

Richard's P.O.V.

The feeling passed. There was a bright artificial light around him and he felt water coming down his chest. Wait what? How did he get in the shower? Was he that high that he didn't even remember the boat landing, the party or anything?

Richard looked down on his chest

"What the fuck?!?" a deep voice echoed the walls of the shower

"Philip? Did you bleach my chest hair? They're grey you fucker. And what the hell happened to my voice? I sound like dad."

I wasn't paying much attention to myself and what was actually happening. I just took a towel, exitted the shower and tried to find out where the hell I was. I looked around and couldn't find much. It was a pretty normal hotel room, on the bed I saw my fathers briefcase and his clothes. There was a note on the bed:"Wanted to hand you everything clean and ready. BEHAVE and don't ruin my body! Love, dad"

"What the actual fuck is this?"

The reality was starting to him the. The text message, the note, the chest hair. I was scared to look in the mirror, but there was no other way of knowing

"You son of a bitch!" he really did it. My new reflection wasn't the one I was used to, but seemed like my much older one and a but distorted along with a beard. My father is a very handsome man, I have to give him that. But it is very different from the point of view of his son. Your parents aren't suppose to be hot, they're disgusting to you no matter how they look. Yet here I was standing, watching my father's muscular, grey-haired torso. His veins on his biceps. His piercing eyes that I knew very precisely, cause these ones were the ones that raised me. The ones that always seemed the most disappointed.

But now. I was behind these eyes. And my father did this to me on purpose. He wanted to give me another life lesson. "You know what dad? Fuck you!"

I dropped the towel I put around my waist before to reveal a hairy flacid dick. Ew, I never thought I would see my father's dick from this point of view. We'll here we are. But it's not bad to be honest. Might give it a little trim and the chicks would dig it.

I took a second before doing that to really think hard. I had to look away from the mirror causing watching my father jerk off wasn't something I would get off to daily. But watching this nice cock get hard in my hands as I was palying with these hairy balls and the foreskin, that was something. Looking down I was really proud. I am still muscular, I look amazing and I got a nice dick. Doesn't matter what dad does to me. I'll enjoy this punishment.

I grabbed my new dick hard. I squeezed it until I felt pain. And then I started jerking it. I spit in my hand and played with the head, almost instantly. I stopped and resumed jerking. I was hairy everywhere. I wasn't used to that. I wasn't even thinking about this body as my father's anymore.

My right hand was curious enough to get into the jungle between my buttcheeks. And what a jungle it is. I spit into that hand as well.

"Sorry, daddy. Boys just wanna have fun"

I pushed one finger inside. I could that this body has never experinced that. I'll enjoy that even more. I pushed in another finger and then kept on pushing until I couldn't. I felt my new prostate. So sensitive! I pushed and pulled. Almost forgetting to jerk off at the same time. I got in sync and could only scream in pleasure. I was so close. I could feel the sensation building up. If I were in my body I would stop to take care of the mess in time. But I didn't care. I let it pour outside off me. The cum got into my chest hair and on my abs. I let out a sight of relief

Collapsed on the bed, I noticed dad's phone lighting up. Mom was calling. Wait, is it really mom or is Philip also swapped? I gotta know. I took the phone to my ear and answered

Philip:"Those fuckers. What are we gonna do about them?"

Richard:"I don't know about you, but I just had the best orgasm in my life"

Philip:"You're so disgusting Rich, that's our fathers body, you know that?"

Richard:"Yeah, but that didn't stop me. And I don't think you should stop either. The women say that their orgasm is so much more intense, so now you'll know"

Philip:"I don't know if I am ok with that. It's our mother's pussy, bro"

Richard:"Yeah and? I just fingered our father ass. Suck it up big boy. I'll send you a location. I'll take a plane and we'll meet there?"

Philip:"You're nasty bro. See you there I guess. Wait, wait do you know what is this tiny weird thing sticking out at the top of the vagina?"

I packed my fahter's things and set off to meet my bro, or wife?. I went to the local mall and slightly altered my visage. Do you think they'll let me inside of the plane like this? Oh and one tiny request I gotta send to our butler

Robert and Anna's P.O.V.

Anna:"I must admit, Robert, I haven't felt so full off energy in ages!"

Robert:"That might be the drugs the boys took, haha"

Anna:"No, seriously. The boys got great bodies, but our bodies aren't as much vital as these ones. We have to go do something!"

Robert:"How about we continue in the plans that the boys had? Might be fun"

We arrived to an empty beach with no one in sight.

Robert:"Did you check the coordinates?"

Anna:"Sorry, dear but I am still very high. I am still surprised we didn't crash the boat"

Robert:"Haha. It's so funny to see Philip call me honey. Haha, jesus. I think I am still also high"

Anna:"Wanna maybe lie down here and just... chill. Or how do the kids these days call it?"

Robert:"Haha. 'Kids these days'. Philip looks like a nostalgic senior now"

Anna in Philip's body laughed. "Yeah and what are you? A teen king who knows all the trends?" she ran up to him and pushed him on the ground

Both boys's bodies still very high. They very playfully fighting in the sand. Rolling around, like two teenage boys would

Suddenly Anna planted Robert a kiss. Robert was shocked and stared at her not returning it

Anna:"I still see you as you. I don't care what bodies we're in. Even if we were worms I'd ¹still love you"

Robert:"Anna, I... don't think I can do this"

Anna grabbed Robert's new hard dick and looked back at him:"Then don't think at all. Just love me"

Anna kissed him again and this time Robert kissed back. He felt the love his wife had for him and kissed the another boys body back.

The two identical boys now with their hands all over their bodies. Exploring each other as if it were a mirror. A mirror that they made out. A mirror that they were caressing and pressing their hard dick against.

Ther dicks were out. Anna in Philip's body just laughed as she felt her husband sucking her dick:"I understand why you always beg me. This is so goood. Keep going!"

Robert didn't believe what he was doing, but he couldn't really keep thinking that or else he would go mad. Sucking his son's dick was definitely not on his bucket list.

Robert got into a 69 position. Twins giving each other the same pleasure. What a sight for horny eyes.

They didn't talk. They were mouthful, so there was no room for talking. Each gagging on each others dick. Giving pleasure to the other one. Thursting and enjoying the same feeling from the other. They were close very close. And they both came almost at the same time. They got some perfecting to do.

They were in each other's arms, naked on the beach sand. Enjoying the view of the other one. Just smiling at each other.

And just then, the family Butler arrived with security to the beach.

Nigel:"Good afternoon gentlemen. I have strickt orders from your parents to transport you back to your house and to enroll you back into high school. You have your senior year to finish and you have to pass all your exams. Your parents also gave a strict rule of no alcohol, no drugs and no visits in your home. Shall we leave?"

Robert to Anna:"Oh that's what I forgot. Fuck, Richard is good. This is gonna be very good for him. I think he'll be the next one to continue."

Anna:"Did you just hear what Nigel said, honey?"

Robert:"All I heard was that I will spend a lot off tíme together with the love of my life. I don't care how painful it will be. We get to be young again and together. And don't forget that the boys share bedroom, honey." I saw Anna blushing and smile as she opened the car door.

Richard a Philip's P.O.V.

Philip:"Are you sure we're safe like this?"

Richard:"Yeah, bro. They're gonna have to go to high school and all. Nigel already has them at home. We get to live no without nagging"

Philip:"Yeah, so amazing to have no nagging, but If you haven't noticed I am the one with mums pussy."

Richard:"And I bet it's hungry for dick"

Philip:"Why on earth didn't they swap you into mum instead of me. I'm not even bi. I won't enjoy the sex as much as you will"

Richard;"Ok, I promile that tonight I'll show you that you're now definitely on the spectrum and that I now have a magnificent dick that will make you very happy"

Philip:"Fine. So, we gonna party now or what?"

Richard:"The festival hasn't even started yet and you wanna party already. I think we're now the oldest people here dude."

Philip:"Well then let's show them how older people party!"

An inbox story that I played with a tiny bit :D

Could you write a story about parents swapping bodies with their twin kids since they don’t behave. Now the parents in the boys body must go to school and enjoy their youth while the boys in their parents bodies have to give to work and be responsible.

If you haven't seen your story yet, don't worry I got a lot of them in the inbox, some of them are partially written in the drafts and are now just waiting for me to have more time and be horny enough to finish them 😈

[yourdadsbasement]

You are so cute. Please just let me be your dog.

he is so goofy i just want to give him ten million hugs (his cartoon avatar has a pine marten tattoo in my fanfiction which you should read)

lmao it's so funny that Martin agrees with him that the pine marten is cooler, which, like, of course he does

we got frickin snow white over here. he's even whistling.

be the mess

he is SO happy that someone said purple martins

"my boy" has got me cracking up

he may bother you sometimes but he's willing to hug you tightly when you're covered in all that crap so I wouldn't complain, Christopher

the most goth creature power suits by far

PACK UP YOUR MOBILE INVENTION KIT omg it makes me insane how they are always leaving their valuable tech out in the WILD where anything can AND DOES happen to it

lmao he's such a troll

it would have been funnier to name him Chris

me too

DRAMA QUEEN

damn this is not chris' day

i just liked this image

D R A M A T I C

Acorn! Bury acorn!

imagine trying to explain this situation (your transformed brother and a squirrel wearing your creature power vest running around in your jacket) to a normal person

YUYEAH we are bringing back the NINETIES baby!

yessssss the iconic hair-fixing scene

Your Honor, i love him

[justpoliteconversations]

Midnight Impulses [Chain + Healer!Reader]

Keeping your abilities hidden is difficult when the object of your attention is so close.

It keeps growing. Will the trash heap never end?

Masterlist

TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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You stare up at the night sky with a pinched expression, something ominously similar to a pout pulling at your lips. The blankets are pulled up to your nose, and above the soft rim your eyes glare squinty-eyed at the man laying beside you.

In the light of the pit fire, you can see the way his shoulders and back are tense with pain and fitful sleep. The shine of his hair taunts you where it highlights the delicate curve of his ear, the soft pink of a bang an elegant curve contrasting the harsh shadows of the fire light.

His bare skin. If only you could touch his skin without waking him, even just the tips of your fingers. But he's always been cagey, especially when he's in so much pain. He'd snap awake before you could even pull your hand from your covers, and then he'd be awake and suspicious all night. Just like every night before.

Your fingers grip into the inside of your bedroll, jaw clenching, resisting the temptation to rush him while he's vulnerable and force your healing magic into his aching joints and creaking, burning bones.

It wouldn't take long. If you could get your whole hand onto his face or maybe an arm, the deed could be done in less than a minute. He'd struggle, yes, but his gauntlets are off and you could keep him pinned for a few precious seconds after he manages to escape the confines of his covers.

Just one minute of struggle, and it'll be done. Sure, he'll hate you more than ever and will most certainly never trust you again. But his arthritis and damaged body (so damaged, laden with so many old, untreated wounds it makes your heart ache) will be gone.

He'll be free of them all. The pain, the weakness, the insecurities and the memories. He'll finally be able to put all those hurts behind him and just live, free of the burdens his path forced upon him. Free to look forward to a future not overshadowed by the slow, inevitable breaking of his body.

Free of a future that sees him stripped of mobility and restful night by the time he's 30. If he even lives that long, damaged as he's been by the cruel hand of destiny.

It would be worth it. Just one moment of struggle. One final twist and ache of his bones as he fights against your hands and arms and full body grip, and then he'll be released from the bondage of everlasting degeneration. The agony of a body sacrified for the greater good.

Just one-

No. The thought is irrational and unfair to the man in question. It would also reveal your hand to the Chain, and you had no intention of putting yourself in that situation.

You'd learned your lesson. Even the kindest and most honorable of men can be brought low by the promise of life. The guarantee of no more brothers lost to the slow hand of time, and the knowledge that tomorrow will find you and all you love there to greet it.

Life is so precious. Who wouldn't be tempted to keep it forever by your side.

You envied Hyrule. For his strength and his cunning. For no shackles shall ever find his wrists, no tether will ever bind his arms and legs. No force on this plain of existence will ever break his spirit.

You are nothing like him. Not a hero. Not a fairy borne. Not a beloved brother of the many powerful men who came before him.

You are just yourself. Someone who got unlucky with their blessings.

You envied him, for your healing is nothing like his. It is slow and bone deep, poorly suited to the riggers of field wounds but inevitable in its power nonetheless.

In this world of fairies and potions and the blessing of Goddesses, the hand of death will not come in the blaze of battle. No. It will creep slow and steady into the very marrow of your bones. It will start with aches so deep no fairy light can reach them, with a cough so thin no potion can grasp it.

For many, death will not be by the sword, but by the bone deep memory of what it left behind.

If you could still the hand of fate, wouldn't you? Wouldn't they, whom fate has chosen so readily? Even if it cost just a sliver of thier humanity?

You never intended to find out if these men had it in them to pay that price. No need to tempt fate. Not with men like these, who live and die by such sacrifices.

The ear twitches in his sleep and so do your fingers, the shine of his ruffled hair like a siren's call to your eyes.

You suck in a sharp breath. The temptation flaring once more within you, pushing you forward like strong wind at your back. Calling you like the promise of cool water under the desert sun. Like the shelter of home as a thundering storm shakes the land.

It twitches again. The shine of hair.

'Fuck.'

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"He's messing with them again." Twilight grumbled, arms crossed as he levels his most unimpressed stare at the Vet's back.

Time chuckled, stretching along the log at his back and savoring the smooth roll of muscles and bones unhindered by pain or aches. He couldn't wait to bring you home to Malon and let you work your magic. His beloved wife had even planned out their sleeping arrangements to encourage your helpful nature.

"If Legend wants to drag this out, let him be. He's the only one suffering from it." He smiled then, more of a grin than anything. "And it's cute." The older man admitted impishly, leaning fully back against the log he'd been stretching over in a boneless sprawl.

Twilight wanted to say something back, but honestly couldn't deny any of it. Especially not when Legend rolled over and let his hand fall just inches from your bedroll. And your eyes widened and then narrowed, your mouth twisting into an obvious pout. How you whipped your back to him with a growl, hiding your face in the covers. Only to peek over your shoulder moments later to glare at the motionless hand with a single, leering eye.

Not when Warriors was hiding his face in Wind's sea-salt hair, trying to cover his amused grin and single cracked eye. Not with Wind's shoulders shaking with mirth, just barely hidden beneath Warrior's greater size.

Not with Hyrule smothering his laughter with both hands, back turned purposely to you so you wouldn't see. Not with Sky out like a light, breathing free and soft and unrestrained for the first time since they'd been forced onto this quest.

And not when Time looks so relaxed, spine arched freely like a man who'd not known the burden of the world pressing down on his shoulders. The effortless roll of his muscles a stark contrast to the painful twists of naught a week before.

"Fine." He eventually conceded, narrowing his eyes. "But if this keeps up for more than a week, game's over. They've not slept well in the last 3 days."

Time nodded, eye closing as he began to drift into a light, mediative doze. "Of course. We wouldn't want our shyest member to lose too much sleep over our brother's aches, now would we."

The heavily ringed finger twitched when you rolled back over to face Legend's back and began hesitantly reaching for it. You squawked at the unexpected movement and jerked back, hands flying to your mouth when you realized what you'd done.

Legend opened his eyes then, feigning sleepiness as he snapped. "What are you looking at, hah?"

You glared back. "Nothing!" Before turning your back to him once more and crossing your arms with an even deeper pout. Hunkering down in your covers.

Vet huffed, though an amused grin stole across his face the moment you looked away. "Weirdo." He snapped in a falsly waspish tone, his grin growing when you growled lowly under you breath.

Twilight looked at Time again. Frowning.

"Tomorrow. I'll talk to him." Time hummed in assurance, though he didn't bother to open his eye.

Twilight sighed again, and Time chuckled.

Near the fire, the shifting of covers, the reveal of a bare neck and another quiet gasp. The smothered giggles of Hyrule laying closest to them. The whisper of Warrior's trying to keep Wind from blowing their cover. Four returning from his watch, multi-colored eyes already rolling skyward with exasperation at the now very familiar sight.

'Yeah.' Twilight thought. 'You and me both.'

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Return to the shadows.

[the-blind-geisha]

In Other Words, I Love the Real You

Desc: Princess Peach expected to merely entertain royalty and agree on an alliance with this king. Nothing more. What she didn't expect was how easily she'd fall for King Bowser when he actually was the better version of himself in this disguise.

Rated: 18+

Words: 5,619K

A/N: Story commission for @untoldsoup! Keep in mind, this is not canon to his awesome comic works he makes! It was a fun idea he commissioned me to write, and I was so excited to write for this! 👀

I used Bowser's name over Koopa in the beginning, as Bowser didn't get his true name in the series till later.

Artwork by @untoldsoup!

Princess Peach was hardly a stranger to entertaining guests of nobility, but this letter came promptly out of nowhere in regards to a king wishing to have a moment of her time when it came to him and his people. She made certain her crown was in place, eyeing Toadsworth out of the corner of her eye. 

“You said his name was King Bowser?” The princess couldn't help but feel that name sounded a bit sinister. Maybe it was no thanks in kind to how many kings about the many worlds were hardly kind people. 

But she had to remember never to judge a book by its cover—in this case—it would be his title. It would be the king’s caliber she would judge over whatever exchange would take place.

“Indeed, Your Highness! Says he comes from a far off kingdom to which he…failed to mention in his letter.” Toadsworth couldn't help but find that a bit odd. Normally royalty would state where they hailed from.

“Interesting…” Her words trailed off, gloved hand to her cheek in thought. “It would be wise that I do not enter this discussion ill-equipped then.” It was there she headed for her bedroom door, finding herself properly prepared for the meeting.

Toadsworth scurried after her, staying in pace with her every move to the best of his mobility. “You read my mind then, princess. While I would like to believe the best in everyone, it is better we have some power ups nearby in case this is another scheme of sorts.”

She smiled down at her adviser. “Let us hope we are overreacting at any rate, but please—do see to it that the guards are prepared, and I at least have a fire flower at my disposal.”

Taking to her throne nearly an hour later, she anxiously awaited for whoever was to greet her. Would it be another trap? She had grown tired of those. All of her thoughts were drowned out when one of her Toads bowed before her to announce this king’s arrival.

“The Mushroom Kingdom proudly welcomes King Bowser and his advisor, Taika the Wise.”

The doors opened, having Princess Peach on the edge of her seat as the light from outside blinded her ability to see who was truly entering the throne room. Soon, the light subsided, allowing her to take in the sight of the two visitors.

They were human. Their figures said that much, but the advisor was a bit harder to see. They were hunched over with a gnarled wooden staff that they used to walk (or so it seemed). A blue, hooded robe covered most of their form, but she could tell they had a white beard with wild white hair to match. That made it impossible for her to even see his face.

But that was hardly the face she cared to examine after a point. This King Bowser caught her sight right away. His red hair was hypnotizing at first glance, but his eyes, holding a power all on their own, stole her attention away with ease. Noting that only a cape seemed to dress his upper half, she tried to still her desire to point it out.

For all she knew, it could be a clothing choice in their kingdom. It was best not to ask and offend him.

But as Peach’s eyes scanned him for anything out of the ordinary, it was there that a spiked shell on his left shoulder made her heart squeeze in fear. It reminded her so much of the Koopa King’s. Her fingers curled ever slightly on the throne’s armrest, doing her all to remain professional as she watched him bow.

“Princess Peach, it is an honor to be here before you.” Bowser waited so long to approach her in such a neutral way for what felt like years. Now with this magical crown that allowed him to dawn the appearance of one of her own kind and Kamek’s powers at his side to hide away his horns at least, everything was so much easier.

He felt like a new being all together.

“Greetings, King Bowser. You may rise.” When he did so, she too took to her feet and headed down the steps to find herself face-to-face with this foreign king. “However, I must say that I am a bit saddened to not read where you hail from.”

Even if her tone was playful, Bowser couldn't help but recoil a bit hoping she wouldn't mention that part. His attention shifted down to his advisor, feeling their eyes staring at him from even the darkness of the hood. It was a voiceless means of encouragement. That would do.

“I preferred to have said it to you in person, my Lady. What fun could be had if I told you everything in the letter?” He opened his hand, hoping she would take it and not be repulsed as she often acted around him. “Otherwise, my journey here would have been meaningless.”

Peach cocked a brow at his confession, a small smile forming upon her beautiful lips. “You have quite the way with words, Your Majesty.” Her hand slid within his, which prompted the king to kiss the back of her hand. Her heart fluttered, never expecting such a gesture.

“But to answer your question, I hail from the far east. It’s known as the Piranhabons Kingdom.” It was a bold statement to make, all things considered. But Petey wasn't there to whine about it, and Bowser wasn't blind—he saw her looking at the spiked shell on his shoulder earlier.

“Piranha?” Peach’s fingers touched upon her lips in thought. “So I’m assuming your kingdom tends to have quite a few piranha plants?”

Bowser wondered the better way to go about this, without bringing so many eyes upon him into the mix. He could proudly say most Toads were hardly clever, but it was Toadsworth he worried over. Even now, he could feel that old man staring at him in a way as if to hope the king would slip up.

“May I ask that we continue to talk about such matters elsewhere?” He looked about the castle’s throne room, finding it to be as lavish as ever. Still, it felt a bit suffocating to say the least. “You could give me a tour of your castle or your kingdom.”

Peach let a small laugh slip from her painted lips. “The kingdom might take awhile, so, castle it is.”

The Koopa King felt like he’d be pushing his luck if he tried to ask to hold her hand or anything like that again. But he couldn't deny how nice it felt to actually be able to kiss even the back of it like that. She didn't contort her face in such a way that made it look as though she wished she could squash him.

To say it felt nice was an understatement.

Stepping to the side, Bowser bowed with his arms motioning for her to lead the way. While he could easily say he knew these walls inside and out like his own, it would be nice to see what she herself had to say about it all. 

“Taika…” It was so odd calling Kamek that, but he insisted on the name. “Stay here and keep Princess Peach’s advisor entertained.”

“I have a better plan,” Peach interjected. “Toadsworth, why don't you show Taika around? I am sure he would appreciate it.”

There was something in the old Toad’s expression that would assume he would have much preferred to stay beside the princess. While he could hardly do anything to protect her, he would rather be certain that he was at least some sort of obstacle to keep evildoers from attacking her.

“I, umm.. As you wish, Your Highness.”

The moment she opened the doors and headed through the winding hallways, she playfully smiled as she glanced over her shoulder at the king. “Alright. We’re out of prying ears and eyes…”

Those beginning words made him tense. Did she actually figure him out?! How could it have failed?! The disguise was perfect!

“...Tell me a bit more about yourself,” Peach concluded, putting Bowser a bit more at ease.

He rubbed the side of his neck, sighing out his relief. “Oh, well…to answer your first question, there are quite a few different species of piranha plants out where I rule. The usual fair take up my castle grounds, though. And the Megasmilax is more like a guard of mine.”

Bowser was relieved that he managed to run himself through this speech idea back at home. He knew he couldn't sell the thought of being a king from a foreign land if he didn't jot down a few notes about this fictitious world he came from.

Peach inhaled sharply at the name. “Megasmilax?! I remember that creature not far from my own castle! It nearly took it over, had it not been for the Mario Brothers.” She inched a bit closer to Bowser, curious as to how he even managed to keep such a powerful thing under his command. “Are you certain you aren’t just being held captive, Your Majesty?”

He laughed at her playful tone, which clung to her question. “Of course, he is a bit of a handful, but once you manage to keep piranhas under control and treat them well enough, they return the favor.” Bowser tried to shrug it all off as though it were hardly anything huge.

It was there her attention returned to the spiked shell upon his shoulder. “I couldn't help but notice your rather interesting attire choice.”

“Ah. That.” He had to think of a story. Quickly. Unless she wanted to visit, he should be in the clear to lie about a few things here and there. “It came from a Spiny Boss type—we have quite a few of those Spinies in my kingdom. They can prove to be quite a handful.”

It was disheartening to talk down about his own people now and again. Yes, they could be slackers and some could rightfully get on his nerves, but a lot of them were hard workers. 

Princess Peach could hear the odd sorrow buried in his tone when he spoke of such a thing. “Oh. I see. Perhaps it is for the better we get down to business, shall we? What has brought you to my kingdom at such a short notice? You said it was urgent.”

Bowser cleared his throat as he gazed upon her without fear.

Without fear… how odd it was to admit that he was nervous to look upon her with such confidence once more. Eyes were usually the window to the soul, or so he remembered the princess herself warning him sometime ago. The last thing he wanted to do was give her too much of a peek inside of him. She mustn't see the true monster inside.

But even just then, he found it almost difficult to look away. To say she was beautiful almost felt insulting. There had to be a better word for it, but if there was, it always escaped his grasp.

“I heard you have problems with the monstrous turtle king from the Darklands.” He was trying so hard not to insult himself too much, but he really had to offer the thought that he was there to help in some manner.

Peach rolled her eyes. “Yeah, the Koopa King. He can indeed be quite an annoyance.”

Bowser flinched, as those words hit harder than any attack Mario could even dare land on him. “He seems quite persistent, or so I was told from my area of the world.”

After all of the wandering, Peach managed to find her way towards one of the balconies that allowed her to see out and about her glorious kingdom. Her gloved hands gripped the marble handrail while attempting to push the fear from her mind. “He is, but I must ask…” She stalled for a moment, turning to look at Bowser with a raise of her brow. “...what exactly do you hope to bring to my army?”

“Magic and strength,” Bowser answered without hesitation. “While my own advisor is well versed in magic abilities, I am able to handle such powers as well. They even exceed his.”

“May I ask what kind of magic it is?”

“Attack magic, among many other types.” He avoided the use of saying black magic, or he knew that might give him away. Maneuvering his fingers above his palm, he was able to conjure up a flower in his possession.

While Kamek and even Junior needed special items to call upon the magic they used, Bowser hardly needed any of that. Not to say he’d turn down any magical item that could asset him, as it could easily amplify his powers. With the rose in his possession, it was there he offered it boldly over towards the princess.

Peach looked at the gift with such confusion that Bowser worried he may have overdone it. But the expression swiftly melted into a sweet softness that encouraged the tension within him to relax.

She accepted the gift, bringing it to her nose with a pleasant hum at the aroma. “Very well, my King.” Peach kept the gift close to her chest. “I will gladly accept this proposal of yours. But still, I must say, I know so very little of your kingdom.” She thought about where to take this conversation next. “How about we talk about this all over dinner? Just you and me. Nobody else.”

Bowser’s gasp was hardly quiet, as his excitement bubbled up within him. Fist to his chest, he bowed. “It would be such an honor and a pleasure, my Lady.”

Princess Peach shook her head at his gestures. “There’s no need for formality anymore, King Bowser. Just call me Peach.” Her gloved hand touched upon his shoulder, lighting a fire within him that was hard to ignore. “And there’s no need to bow either. I promise, it’s alright.”

For the first time in forever, he smiled in return. “Then yeah. Same for me. Please, just call me Bowser.”

“Bowser it is then.” Her fingers twirled about the rose, reminding herself it would be for the better that she put the flower somewhere safe. Even if it was spawned by magic. “One of my guards will take you to a spare room in my castle.” It was there she turned and headed back inside. Beckoning to one of the Toads, she relayed the orders to him before her eyes laid upon the king once more. “I am to assume you’ll be staying the night at the very least?”

He was so lost in her vision. Never had he been able to be so close to her without her recoiling in utter fear or disgust. She was looking at him as though he were her equal. If he could cherish this moment forever, he would.

Peach found his silence odd, making her worry he may have been offended by the offer. “Bowser?”

All it took was her soothing tone to beckon to him. “Y-Yes! Of course. I would think a week would be more than long enough, if that’s not too much of a burden.”

Peach smiled, shaking her head. “No trouble at all. I will see you at dinner then, Bowser.”

Bowser and Kamek reunited, making their way to the lavish bedroom they would be allowed for their week stay. The entire room was a beautiful white marble with power star designs tucked away at the top of some of the pillars. A rug was the only thing separating the two canopy beds, making it appear as though it perhaps were an extra bedroom for some visiting royalty.

When the doors closed, leaving them alone, Kamek hurried to his king’s side. “A week?!” he asked in a raised whisper. “Sire, I appreciate your dedication to your heart, but… it would be wise to make certain we don’t test the limits of this power! That crown could possibly only do so much!”

Bowser was careful when he touched the Super Crown, not wishing for it to be removed so soon. “It’s fine, Kamek,” he grumbled, trying to ignore the old man’s worrisome attitude. “I know what I am doing. Besides, you have magic that can spawn a better bed fit for my actual size—don't you?”

The old wizard sighed, nodding. “Of course I do. But that’s beside the point! If you truly wish to have the princess’ heart, it is wise you don’t push things too far too soon. We still need to have moments to return home. What if the crown is akin to a power up? You could take damage or the power could be exhausted to where you could return to your actual self before her!”

“I know the risks!” The King roared angrily, prompting Kamek to be silenced. “But, it would take quite a bit of strength to ever wound me and release any hold a power up could be placed on me. As for its limits, magic can rest just as we do,” Bowser insisted with a low growl accompanying his words.

Kamek could sense he had lost a part of the king somewhere down the line. It made him feel dreadful. Bowser was no doubt drunk on the very thought of having Peach for himself. “I must say, I am surprised you granted her your true name.”

Pushing from the bed he had sat upon, Bowser made it over towards the vanity in the bedroom. “I know.” Again, he was trying not to be mean to his own adopted father in the matter, but to say he was intoxicated on the day would be putting it mildly. “I know what they say… that there is power in a name, and no matter where you are, magic can easily reach you to do more harm should anybody in this world have it.”

It was there he boldly removed the crown to watch as he turned back into the giant, hulking beast that laid underneath it all. Smoke huffed through his nostrils as he continued.

“But if I trust anybody with my true name, it would be her.” His brow furrowed, staring down his reflection that he still saw as imperfect. “Besides, I am no coward. I will tear apart any and all who dare try to take me down.”

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

That one week became far longer, as the king couldn't help himself when it came to entertaining the princess in hopes to obtain her heart. He did everything he could to distract her and her peoples’ minds whenever he had to actually go back to the Darklands to tend to something. Never did he want a sliver of the truth to bubble to the surface.

The Koopa King couldn't help but enjoy the stories he fed her. While not all of what he said was fictitious, he left a good bit of the lava part out when it came to his kingdom. That should be enough to throw her off from the truth underneath it all.

“All these talks about how you have such gorgeous cherry blossom trees and a pond full of multicolored Cheep Cheeps…it makes me wish I could have a moment to spend with you in your kingdom.”

Hearing Peach say such a thing, the king swallowed his fear. “More than anything I would love to, but now would be a bad time.”

He was running out of excuses. Even with having his troops at his side under their own illusion veil, Bowser was worried when the cover might be blown. The Koopas were awful at trying to act like humans. To excuse away their awful hunched over position, he just said the majority had been through a lot, but were still willing to fight.

Peach gave him a playful side eye, sighing shortly after as she knew another excuse was coming. “And how will the Mushroom Kingdom protect yours if I am left in the dark as to where it could truly be? Would you not wish to have a warp pipe put in place so we could always be connected?”

All the things he dreamed of her saying were being spoken before him, and yet, he had to keep denying her. It made him frown, thinking of the best way to talk to her about things he really wanted to know.

“Princess, may I be personal with you for a moment?” He reached over, taking her hand within his own. Over the many days they had spent together, Peach had warmed up to the thought of this strange king holding her hand in such a way. There was not a single part of her that fought him on the gesture.

She tilted her head, fingers gripping his own hand rather tightly as if to offer some form of reassurance. “I am listening.”

They were alone in the royal courtyard. That would be enough. 

“I was curious—seeing as I’ve heard why the Koopa King continued to speak with you so often—is there a reason you do not return his love?” He tried not to sound so defeated asking that, but his expression faltered all the same. Bowser worried what her answer may be.

Peach sighed, as if frustrated to be confronted with such a question. Her hand slid from his as she ventured over towards the fountain not far from where they stood. Gazing down at her reflection, she blew a sigh out of the corner of her lips. “That beast thinks that forcing me to love him will do any good to the two of us.”

Bowser bit back the desire to tell her that it was the only way to get her alone. Hearing the title of ‘beast’ made his heart twist in agony. “Sounds to me like you view him on the outside as a monster.”

“He is a monster to me because of the way he behaves!” Peach snapped, as if offended the king would think her to be so shallow. She turned, hand upon her bejeweled chest as she continued, “The Koopa King could look like any creature in this world, and I would gladly consider his love, if he wasn't so selfish and stubborn!” 

“And… what about me? Have I been a monster to you these past several weeks?”

Peach found the question odd as she approached him, grabbing his hands to hold them tightly. “Why would you ever think that? It’s been a delight to get to hear about you and your people.”

The truth hit him far harder than he expected. Breathless, he found himself fighting over the thought of just keeping the crown in place and ignoring his past life. But one way or another, he and herself would have to face the truth.

“I wish I could continue with this.” His tone was heavy with defeat as the desire to be honest was eagerly winning out. Moving his hands from hers, he took a few steps back. “But, will you continue to believe me if I told you that I love you too much to continue this lie?”

“Bowser…?”

His fingertips reluctantly grabbed the Super Crown, removing it from his head to allow the illusion to fully melt away—Kamek’s powers as well. The sight of it made Peach recoil in horror as she backed away in fear of what he would dare try to do with her now.

“You…!”

It was a nightmare. Her eyes no longer held joy and admiration—they, once again, held nothing but fear and disgust. She was gawking at him with such horror that all the beautiful moments the two spent together were melting away into oblivion. He couldn't help but feel as though she lied. That it was indeed this version of him that she hated.

Maybe if he were a beautiful human king… this would all be different…

“Forgive me. I can’t stand to see you looking at me like this. I promise to merely grab my things and leave.” Bowser placed the crown back upon his head, making it easier for him to flee from the scene without drawing attention to himself.

Peach could hardly get a word out to him as he seemed to run back to the castle in hopes to warn Kamek and see to it that his people as well left and were all safe. She hurried after him, calling for the guards to see to it that her own swiftly put in place plan could be set in motion before it was too late.

Bowser just needed to make sure that Kamek was at least the first one out. While he knew that the old wizard could handle himself, Bowser still would prefer to be the last one to head back home in case something went wrong.

There was no knock at the door. It merely swung open as Peach made her way inside. “You ran off before I even had a moment to talk to you.”

“Your voiceless expression said enough.”

“I was in shock!” Peach insisted, grabbing his hand to make him stop with the nonsense. “You lied to me…So what else did you lie to me about? Were all those sweet things you said to me a lie as well?”

Bowser recoiled in disgust. “Of course not! I meant every single one of them!” He huffed through his nostrils. “In fact, I’ve said them before to you when you only saw me as a monster. You just never bothered to listen!”

Grabbing onto the spiked collar, she forced him down to her level to where their lips met.

The king’s eyes widened, not expecting such a bold action. In fact, he half expected her to slap him. The joy within his body nearly brought him to his knees, but he dared not move in fear she would regret her actions. The kiss was simple, a mere act of honesty before she pulled away just a bit to look into his burning eyes once more.

“I am listening now,” she whispered, allowing Bowser’s lips to taste the warmth of that sentence.

Still, the negative voices were loud. “Only because I look like this.”

“No,” Peach scoffed with a shake of her head. “Only because you showed me a better side of yourself.” It was there she reached up and knocked the crown off to the side to prove her point.

The crown didn't shatter. It merely rolled upon the ground as the magic released its hold upon Bowser, prompting him to transform back into the fire-breathing Koopa he was underneath it all. He almost felt naked in the moment, had it not been for her sweet kiss earlier to subdue the tension a bit. It was there his claw curled under her chin, urging her to gaze upon him all the more. 

“It will prove a challenge to kiss you like this but…” The flat of his tongue rolled across the nook of her neck, as his hands went to work removing her dress without destroying it in the process. “...not impossible.”

Peach tilted her head to the side, a small moan slipping from her lips in the process. As her gloved fingertips caressed his scaled body, she couldn't help but do her best to urge for more.

Bowser was too drunk on the moment to question whether this would be a good idea or not. 

When she felt him about to pull away, Peach found her lips trailing down from his broad chest to his stomach and beyond. “We will be left alone.” Upon her knees, she winked up at him with a teasing smirk. “I made certain of that.”

He couldn't think straight after such an honest admission. Even with her gentle touch, it was more than enough to light a far more intense fire in his belly as she continued. Bowser closed his eyes, soaking in the trail that her caress left. The moment he felt them upon the base of his cock, he huffed through his nostrils.

“I would hardly think you to be in pain,” Peach teased, letting her lipstick mark every inch of him as she trailed from base to tip. She admired the interesting texture that caressed her lips in return. It was erotic in its own way.

“Hardly in pain,” Bowser confessed, his hand removing her crown in return so that he could fondle each gold strand in loving want. “More as though I am embraced in a dream I never wish to wake from.”

“It is quite the dream if we are both sharing it.” Her palm stroked the underside of his erection, only for him to grab onto her wrist and urge her away. It shocked her, making her assume she did something wrong.

The tip of his claw touched the gloves she wore. “Remove these. I want to feel every bit of you.”

With a smile, Peach did as he asked. The gloves accompanied her dress. She resumed what she was doing.

That euphoric warmth made his teeth clench as his palm rested on the back of her head and urged her lips to the tip of his erection. Even though she knew what he wanted, Peach played against him a bit. The way the princess saw it was revenge for times past.

But she could only fight him for so long. Her tongue flicked across the head of his cock before finally letting her mouth tend to it with a throaty moan that could easily be heard.

With a vocal cry of pleasure, the Koopa King nearly fell to his knees. He remained firm. He let her adjust to the size of him before guiding her head up and down on his length. The tight warmth of her throat embraced him soon enough, and it was there he worried he may cum far too soon.

Was he that needy for her all this time? It wouldn't surprise him, but he was hardly sober minded to think too deeply on it all.

Her hand caressed his sack in the process, and while she couldn't make it all the way to the base of his erection, it hardly mattered. Beautiful blue eyes stared up at him through her heart shaped bangs that were a bit of a mess about her features. It was there she steadily pulled back to the head of his erection with a lewd pop of a sound when she finally found her throat and mouth freed.

The string of saliva broke the connection that they had until the king found his palms on her shoulders and urged her onto the rug that decorated the floor. He didn't care where they were. He wanted her. He needed her.

It was her turn to trail her fingers through his hair, watching as the fiery red strands slipped through her caress. “So impatient. Like always.”

“With you, it’s hard to remain patient,” Bowser insisted, his own hands trailing over the perfect curves of her body. He found himself enjoying as her skin seeped through the tight hold he had upon her, as he guided her closer to the head of his erection.

Maybe she felt some sort of nervousness to the act. But all the same, she reached up and touched his cheek to try and settle whatever worries he may have had. “I can handle it,” she whispered, breaking down whatever barrier of doubt there was between them all the more.

His grip tightening upon her hips, he felt the sweet, erotic kiss of her entrance touch upon the head of his cock before urging it ever steadily down the length of him.

Peach arched her back off of the ground, a sharp cry of ecstasy filling the room as the ridges of the Koopa King’s cock encouraged her own euphoria all the more. The erotic knot within her stomach tightened blissfully as the king assisted her small frame upon his length. It was a lustful dance that had her lidded eyes gazing drunkenly up at him.

Both of their breathing grew louder and closer together where neither one of them needed to speak a single word in regards to how they felt. Bowser could even feel the warm squeeze upon his sensitive length, knowing she would cum soon.

He inched forward, sheathing himself completely within her as he pressed his forehead against hers. Lips curled as he felt himself unable to keep his climax at bay for much longer, and it was there the warm rush of his release filled her to where his cum seeped between their connection and marked her inner thighs and the rug beneath them.

“B-Bowser…!” Peach cried out in pleasure, as her own orgasm uncoiled within her body and allowed her to mark him in kind. A pleasant sigh hissed through her clenched teeth as her fingernails pricked at his skin while riding out her orgasm.

The king caught himself, not wishing to accidentally crush her with his weight as he hovered over her with sweat beading from his brow. He was assisted in returning to himself when Peach’s bare palm caressed his cheek.

“Was it everything you wanted, my King?” she asked, her words weak from the aftermath of it all.

He took her hand, keeping it there upon his cheek as he wished for it to remain where it was for as long as she would allow. “Everything and more, my Princess.” His lips found their way to her cheek, and then to her neck where he held her tightly there in a loving and protective embrace.

END

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Kate Bush (1958-) solo Songs: "Wuthering Heights," "Hammer Horror" Defeated Opponents: Jane Birkin, Eileen Barton, Big Mama Thornton, Roberta Flack, Diahann Carroll, Tina Turner Propaganda: "Utterly stunning, ridiculously talented pianist, kinda kooky lyricist, and singer with an incredible vocal range. Kate Bush is a genre of her own...Okay now to the hotness: Have you seen her? Those big eyes, the ridiculous cheekbones, her mobile and expressive mouth? Fashionwise she's got that ethereal pseudo Edwardian thing with long floaty dresses and big hair happening in her first few videos, and then BOOM! She slays in a metal bikini and chainmail. Amazing. 10/10. A++++." "The hair. The cheekbones. She's everything to me your honor."

Stevie Nicks (1948-) Fleetwood Mac - vocals Songs: "Rhiannon," "Sisters of the Moon" Defeated Opponents: Michelle Phillips, Sheila Guyse, Mary Wilson, Joyce Bryant, Josephine Baker, Joan Jett Propaganda: "Made her exes sing songs about their relationships on stage. Also have you SEEN the cover of Bella Donna" "One of the best voices in rock, a powerhouse performer and songwriter, told Lindsey Buckingham to suck it pretty much to his face, she simply IS the moment the icon the legend etc."

Visual Propaganda for Kate Bush:

Visual Propaganda for Stevie Nicks:

[laurentidal]

Don't Handle the Merchandise

Douglas walked into the store, passing the sign on the glass window that read "Look but don't touch!" Glass baubles hung everywhere in the shop. Jewelry sparkled in the display cases. Crystals sat on shelves. He smiled as he listened to a windchime jingle lightly at his passing.

"Welcome in," a warm voice said from further into the store. "Oh hey! It's you!"

Douglas's smile widened in greeting to the girl behind the far counter. Her name was Tiffany, which he knew well. She had come into his caf�� a few days earlier. She had tipped well and the two had shared a brief conversation. She'd given her name. He'd given his. She smiled and he became utterly smitten by her. The freckles across her face. The pout of her lips. The intensity of her eyes. And yes, her full and wonderful curves. He'd stared at her shamelessly the whole time she'd sat with her friend that day. She never noticed.

He had been free to leave his shift for fifteen minutes before she stood to say goodbye to her friend. She waved goodbye to him as well. He slipped out from behind the counter to try and speak to her in his special way but she was outside too fast. And before he knew it, he was trailing her down the crowded street. Until she arrived here at the Crystal Window.

"Doug, right?"

She remembered his name. The honor surged through him.

"That's right! What are the odds. I guess we're even now."

She laughed lightly, leaning forward on the display case. "So what brings you in?"

"I've passed this place on my way to work so many times, I thought I'd stop in. What a wonderful surprise you make." She blushed lightly and brushed her hair behind her ear. "I wonder if you could tell me anything about that. Like what it is, for starters."

He was pointing at a confusing mess of string and glass that hung behind her. She turned and laughed again. "It's a mobile." She hesitated. "I think?"

"It's a mess," Doug said jokingly. "I mean look at it. All those shiny glass beads moving this way and that way. Around and through. You could look at it forever and never predict what it would do next."

Her head cocked to the side, slightly. It was tricky lulling someone into trance without being able to see their face. But Doug was confident that her attention was focused on the display.

"A single light wind would be enough to draw all your focus, sending glass spinning in every direction." He blew lightly passed her, causing her hair to move and the sculpture to begin to move. "Spinning around and around. Orbiting a hundred common centers until it doesn't look like it's orbiting anything at all. Chaos. Untethered. Fascinating. Isn't it fascinating, Tiffany?"

He saw her nod. Slowly. Drowsily.

"It's so easy to stare at it as it spins and twirls. See the way each bead catches the light. See the way each bead glimmers on and off. Each blinking and dancing. So much movement it makes you dizzy and sleepy."

She yawned widely. He leaned forward.

"Sleep, Tiffany," he whispered right in her ear. He head a soft sigh escape her lips and caught her from across the counter as she began to fall backwards. He slowly lowered her to the ground, allowing himself to run his hands along her every curve, before he went to the door and turned the closed sign around.

He spent some time deepening her trance - making her as suggestible as he could - before he delivered the suggestion he'd been working up to.

"Stand up and open your eyes, Tiffany." She obeyed. "You are not just the clerk at this shop anymore. You are also on display as an item for purchase. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

God, those vacant eyes… That far away voice…

"Tiffany, lead me back into the store room and undress. Inventory shouldn't be kept under-cover. It should be visible."

"Follow me…," she almost whispered as she turned and sleep walked through a door behind the counter. He pulled off her apron and her top. Her pants dropped. Her bra unhooked, and for the first time, Doug felt his eyes focus the way he made his conquests' eyes focus. Her breasts were perfect to him in every way. Finally, once she was naked, he reached forward and ran his hand across her chest.

She immediately recoiled.

"No sir," she said in a stern voice. "We have a very firm 'Look but don't touch' policy at this store. Items are fragile. Here. Let me handle them for you."

She lifted her full breasts with her hands, as if to show him how they worked. He sighed the longest most exasperated sigh he could muster.

"But if I buy, I can touch?" This hadn't gone the way he'd pictured it in his head.

"All you like."

"Okay then. Let's talk price."

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[ebongawk]

fun facts about every star in the sky that I didn't have time to include:

now that I've completed my st4 fix-it fic, every star in the sky (is taking aim) and it's been out for a while, I thought I'd go through a variety of small details I came up with through writing their journey that I either didn't have the time or the place to include in the original story.

(technically some spoilers below the line!!!)

from Eddie waking up on the 28th of February to Chrissy rushing her way into the Upside Down, the story takes place in its entirety over ten days. Eddie's hospital trip technically happens after midnight, dawning the eleventh day without the oppressive red thunderstorm hanging over their heads.

Prior to the accident, Fred's Vecna song would've been St. Elmo's Fire by John Parr. After the accident, he hadn't found another song that spoke to him in quite the same way, leaving him without the protection of a favorite song. Whether that would've mattered or made a difference is up for debate.

The uncle that taught Patrick archery was his dad's brother. He killed himself in 1982, which is when Pat's dad started getting significantly more violent.

Chrissy and Eddie's mom, Alice, share a birthday. February 26th.

In chapter 4, when Eddie gives Chrissy his phone number, he writes in on the back of a tampon receipt. I just thought it was funny.

On their first anniversary, which they decided is March 1st, Chrissy gifts Eddie with a stuffed elephant he dubs Sir Ears-A-Lot the Third. Sir Ears-A-Lot the First is in his mom's casket and the Second is the keychain that disappeared. It ends up becoming a staple, holding a place of honor in every home they live in after.

The first thing Eddie does once he has his cast off his book an appointment at a tattoo parlor. He gets the bats on his arm covered, replacing them instead with a large bouquet of black and pink dahlia flowers. Chrissy's favorite.

While Steve, Robin, and Argyle showed an interest in Kali (I mean who wouldn't), she actually only had eyes for one member of the Party.

Kali also takes off immediately after closing the gates with El, knowing she can't stay without risking getting caught, but she circles back a few months later. Part of the crowd when Eddie, Chrissy, Patrick, Nancy and Robin all graduate.

With Joyce going to find Hopper three-and-a-half weeks earlier than in the canon storyline, he wasn't on the verge of being sent off as Demogorgon fodder, so it was easier to break him out.

Patrick and Jason's friendship doesn't survive Battle of the Upside Down. Jason is far more upset about this than Patrick.

Andy entirely loses his ability to speak above a hoarse whisper as a result of his injuries, as well as some mobility. He is forced to retire from sports and, bitter and angry, refuses to go to college.

Coincidentally, Chrissy was accepted into the University of Massachusetts, Boston with a partial cheer scholarship, putting her only 15 minutes from Nancy at Emerson. They both scream when they realize, nearly blowing out Jonathan and Eddie's ear drums.

At some point while cleaning out a closet, Chrissy finds a box of framed photos tucked away. Each one of Alice, Wayne and Eddie all together in some capacity. She and Eddie pick one to put out on the coffee table, and Wayne cries (extremely manly, one-to-three tears) when he sees it. He admits that it was too hard to look at them before, and putting them away was his selfish need to keep her memory at arm's length. Eddie forgives him, of course. The next day, all of the other photos are out, too.

[thegildedbee]

Jealousy/Empty: May 27 & 28 Prompts from @calaisreno

This latest chapter and the previous ones are here at ao3. ...............................................................................................

On only rare occasions did Mycroft Holmes’s body register qualms about a plan of action. Long ago he had decided not to second-guess well-studied plans at their point of execution; to do so was to invite potentially disastrous distractions, with the deployment of second guessing performing as does Hercules’s sword when it slashes at the neck of the mythical hydra, only for it to grow two more, and so on ad infinitum. The meeting about to take place that he had arranged by subterfuge is one of those rare occasions.

Watson’s visit the preceding week had been exceedingly unwelcome for a number of reasons, but mostly as it left him with having to decide how to resolve the dilemma it presented of his brother’s instruction that Dr. Watson was not to be given any indication that Sherlock had survived the fall from Bart’s roof. However, the stable door was no longer shut, and the horse had bolted.

After failing his brother in the Moriarty affair, Mycroft had felt honor-bound to accept Sherlock’s outline of his plans to go underground and undercover, after he had been summoned to the morgue by Miss Hooper. He had indeed acquiesced to Sherlock’s strategies at the launching of his mission; once a mission is underway, needs must as to corrections and improvisations that have to be made based on changed circumstances. Such was his conclusion.

In consequence, there was one matter that he had decided could no longer remain hidden. The remedy required summoning Watson, Mrs. Hudson, and Detective Inspector Lestrade. He refused to undergo the required machinations three times as a concession to his own disquiet about the matter. He had made a reservation for Watson to take Mrs. Hudson to tea at St. Ermin’s Hotel, and he had made an arrangement for the Detective Inspector to meet with one of his MI5 case officers off-site from their respective government offices at the Caxton Bar at the hotel. At the conclusion of these two events, preparations had been made to take all three of them through an underground tunnel that ran from the hotel to a secure location nearby, which held only three chairs and a table. It was now time for him to join them.

As he opens the door to the room, all three faces greet him – as he had expected – with various mixtures of surprise, resignation, resentment, and curiosity.

“I want to thank you all for being here,” he begins, with all three of them rolling their eyes. He grimaces, and continues, saying, “you will understand the need for secrecy directly.” He places in front of each of them a stapled stack of papers with a blank cover that contains only a series of numbers at the top right.

“I know from Dr. Watson that the three of you have divined that Sherlock is alive, and that he has been at work since his presumed death in espionage activities against the Moriarty enterprise. What you do not know is why, and I believe that, going forward, you must be read into that area of the case.”

“And what is it that we have come here to read?” Watson asks, his voice hard, with a challenging edge.

“My brother tossed his mobile on the roof before he fell. He had made such preparations as he could, expecting that the odds were that he would survive the fall, but he knew that there were substantial odds that he would not be successful. The public information about the mobile that was given was that it was empty of any relevant information. However, Sherlock had recorded the last conversation he had with Moriarty using the voice memo app on the mobile."

It is now Lestrade who speaks, his voice tinged with disbelief. “So what we have here is evidence that was withheld from the investigation.”

“Yes, Detective Inspector. On national security grounds. What I am going to share with you is, in fact, beyond your authorized levels. I have granted clearances for each of you for the next 20 minutes. My brother did not intend for you to learn of this conversation, so I have not brought the actual recording; to hear about this event in his own voice is – either through this means or directly – I believe, a decision for him alone. I cannot ask him for that permission, because Dr. Watson has told me that Sherlock is not to be told that you know the truth about his death. What you have before you is an unredacted written transcript of the conversation.”

“Mycroft Holmes!” Mrs. Hudson begins, addressing him with some asperity. “I am quite sure I do not know what to do with you!"

“For now, nothing. What is to be done immediately is for you to read the transcript, if that is your wish. You do not, of course, have to do so.”

He notes that all three look stunned; but there it is, there’s nothing that can be done to mitigate that circumstance. As difficult as reading through the record of Sherlock’s “last” conversation may be, they do all have each other, the closeness amongst them having become even more so over the last month of their shared investigations. He tamps down a flare of jealousy. They will be fine.

“I shall leave you to it then,” he says, with a slight bow. Taking one last glance at them as they each turn to the first page, he quits the room, softly closing the door behind him.

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[unspuncreature]

3 weeks post-op today :o)

nipple scabs and surgical glue are almost gone. most of the glue that stubbornly remains is under my arms. most of my nipple sutures have fallen out or partially come out enough to trim them back which is suuuuuch a relief. with my nerves healing and the nerve grafts taking but nowhere near fully healed yet, it feels so bizarre for the stitches to slide out of my skin lol

had my post op yesterday and was told again that i’m healing beautifully which was reassuring. my surgeon exuberantly gripped my hands and congratulated me and offered me a hug. i could’ve cried. she’s such a wonderful human being and surgeon. i would recommend her and my plastic surgeon to anyone seeking DI w/ FNG and nerve grafts.

although i got them removed approx a week and a half ago, my drain sites are still extremely sore. it limits my movements almost as much as anything to do with my incisions or muscles, but i will continue to work at it with the mobility exercises my care team recommended.

still a little tender and swollen under my arms and towards my sternum which is more uncomfortable than anything. still dealing with bloating, but if i had to guess, it’s likely just my normal endo belly bloat lol

now that i can lift my arms a smidge, i’ve been wearing some sweaters i always liked but could never love before top op. i feel like i have a new lease on life :o) it also helps that i can feel some of my energy and momentum and general executive function beginning to return.

this past saturday, my friends and local drag community hosted a fundraiser show in my honor to help with the unexpected costs/lost wages from all these surgeries i’m having.

we were able to raise enough to cover an entire month’s rent in just one short evening. to say i’m grateful is an understatement. my heart is fit to burst. the weight off my shoulders to not worry about a month of rent while i undergo the next two surgeries is life-changing. never underestimate the power of queer community and mutual aid.

pics below the cut. aside from the usual content warning, there’s also a pre-op pic of my chest. today we get a little intimate here chez unspuncreature

[fanboundbooks]

Let's post another lovely fic I had the honor of binding for its author!

Angel with a Shotgun

By sillu | @silluuuu

This is a modern AU Soul Eater fic where Maka puts an ad on Craigslist to get a fake boyfriend and I'm sure you know where this is going...

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ I had so much fun incorporating all the phone and tech elements into the story.

As you might expect Craigslist played a central role so I made the cover page look like the CL main search page for the city the story the story is located in with the author's name appearing where the CL name typically would be. The scene break icon is modeled after the CL peace sign. I also used this for the image on the front of the cover and the light purple/white cloth for the cover is Duo cloth which I also chose to try to recall the soft purple of the semi transparent CL name in the ad.

I researched and worked to recreate what a mobile Craigslist ad looks like to put it in the body of the typeset and I am really happy with the way it turned out! Many little boxes all needing to work together.

I used an iPhone message creator to create all the text messages. (My favorite bit of that was leaving just a smidge of the last text above the ones that were currently showing to help make it feel like looking at a phone)

Except for the text from Blake right when Soul looks at the ad. I wanted to show it was intruding on him still looking at the ad so I hand modeled that one to look like a pop up notification appearing over the ad.

The Instagram post! Had to make an icon for the bar that was posting as well as design the post as well. I tried using a fake Instagram post maker but it wasn't working well so I just built that one in the typeset as well.

Chapter and book titles are Trader Joes inspired as there is a scene there that get called back to later one. There is a brief use of the iphone notes app so had to create that as well.

The end pages are some I marbled back in April at the Renegade Retreat as well as some shiny purple added to the inside so the painty fingerprints on the backs of the marbled don't show through.

Back cover image is a wing in monochrome and represents a tattoo in the story.

So many new fun things to try with this book!

[lets-talk-gundam]

The GF13-017NJ Shining Gundam

Love, honor, sacrifice, revenge, and a whole lot of destruction!

Let's get things started!

Gundam fight, all set!

Ready...

Go!

In the Future Century, war is widely considered a thing of the past. Earth's space colonies settle their differences every four years in the ring, using hulking battle-machines called Mobile Fighters. A long-held tradition between the colonies, the Gundam Fight has encouraged the development of many unique and powerful machines.

During the 12th Gundam Fight in FC 56, Neo-Japan deployed a Gundam whose name and designation remain unknown. The machine was piloted by Ulube Ishikawa. Despite making it to the finals, Ulube's Gundam was defeated by "The Undefeated of the East", Master Asia, representing Neo Hong Kong in the Kowloon Gundam.

Further development and refinement of the machine by Neo Japan's Dr. Mikamura would go down two paths.

One of these paths would lead to the first of two machines used by Domon Kasshu to represent Neo-Japan in the 13th Gundam Fight. The GF13-017NJ Shining Gundam.

Designed with a focus on speed and mobility, the Shining Gundam is a terror at close-range. The machine featured a system with which its performance could be increased exponentially, enabling the use of more powerful techniques by its pilot. The machine also drew power from the emotions of its operator, channeling them into attacks to devastating effect.

Like most Mobile Fighters, the Shining Gundam was operated via the Mobile Trace system, a system through which the pilot's physical movements would directly operate the machine.

Notably, another variant of the Shining Gundam was developed. This "Urban Combat Type" featured an alternate color scheme.

I won't be covering the God Gundam here. I think it deserves a piece of its own sometime down the line.

The following information comes from the manga Super-Class! Mobile Fighter G Gundam. Its events do not line up with the events of the anime Mobile Fighter G Gundam.

The Shining Gundam was also refined into the JMF1337SD Shading Gundam, a fully-automated machine based on spare parts for the original. The machine was piloted by its "Data-Kyoji" system, which could learn and grow in response to its experiences. It was also capable of using the techniques of Domon Kasshu, having been specifically developed to combat him.

Having been sent to Earth under orders from the Neo-Japan Gundam Fight Committee chairman, Karato, the machine was intended to cripple Domon following his unsatisfactory performance early in the tournament. The Data-Kyoji was then to be installed in the Shining Gundam, keeping Domon on board for authentication with the machine interface.

The machine was unable to make use of Super Mode, as it lacked the ability to channel the intense emotions required to attain the state.

The GF13-017NJ Shining Gundam was originally designed by Kunio Okawara for the 1994 anime Mobile Fighter G Gundam.

This machine was a request! Requests are always welcome!

[hemipenal-system]

in honor of a hoiiday where everyone eats a shitload of food

i've had a fantasy for a long time about like some kind of dragon feeding show. like a bunch of people come sit in an amphitheater to watch a dragon eat a lá what they do at zoos with dolphins n shit

there's just this massive fuckoff dragon sprawled out in the center of the stage, sleeping peacefully until it gets woken up at the beginning of the show by its handler, who proceeds to introduce it to the audience and talk about dragons and what they eat and stuff that happens at every show like this. everyone just wants to skip to the bit where it devours a goat or something.

so the handler gets everyone really pumped for this, and everyone's screaming and cheering bc spectacle and all that. and then she just leaves the stage. stage crew in heavy fireproof bite suits wheel out these weird tall objects covered in black cloth and get them set up, then whisk the covers off to reveal people.

they're long clear tubes, likely plexiglass, and metal frames. there are three or four, and each one contains a human wearing nothing except a cute little gag. between that and the plexiglass, the audience can see them writhing around in their containment, likely begging for help, but can't hear them, and oh that's why this show was 18+ we were wondering about that

the handler comes back and explains to the audience that because dragons are used to working for their prey, for demonstrations like this they have to eat from elaborate puzzle feeders, which is what the audience is looking at. each feeder has a slightly different solution to prevent boredom. and before you ask, they'll be fine. they signed extensive waivers. legally, we're not responsible for them not reading them. (they were wondering about the wording they got from the ushers about the "inside-the-scenes tour." by the time they figured it out, it was too late)

by this point, the dragon is well aware what's happening, and it's hungry. it's being offered three delicious courses, which it gets to eat in front of an audience that's incredibly eager to see this. the thick chains attaching it to the stage give it plenty of mobility, so it sidles up to the first feeder, lazily prodding its nose at it.

the feeder spins over, dumping the human out the open top and onto the stage. the meal tries to stand up and run, but the dragon's on him before he can get to his feet, jaws locked around his waist as he's swallowed whole, the audience wincing at it.

the second puzzle feeder doesn't spin in the middle, but it tilts at the bottom. the dragon takes the tube in its claws, leaning backward to tilt it back enough it can reach into the tube to get the treat inside. it gets a good angle, dipping its muzzle as far inside as it'll fit.

now that the top's open, the audience can hear the crying and begging for just a split second before the dragon's teeth close around her shoulders, lifting her bodily out and holding her up, head tilted back so the audience can see the way its throat ripples as it pulls her down as well.

all the while, of course, the handler is explaining what's going on in the dragon's head, how this benefits it, stuff like that. the audience is a curious mix of rapt and horrified. two people have been eaten alive and a third is about to be, and she just. doesn't care.

the third feeder doesn't rock or tilt, and it has a complicated lock that can only open from the inside. this one's the most fun to watch. the dragon rears onto its hind legs, spreading its wings and roaring, shooting a burst of flame into the air, to momentous applause. the handler has to stifle a smile. she knows how much it loves showing off for the audience.

grabbing at the top of the tube for stability, it looks down, carefully inspecting the feeder. it's smart enough to figure out this lock, and it has before, but the handler changes it just slightly every time. it snarls quietly, frustrated, and it's the loudest sound in the auditorium.

the human inside is terrified. she's just watched two other people go into the dragon, and she's about to be next. she can't run or scream for help, and no one who could hear her would help her anyway. when the dragon snarls, she starts openly sobbing.

opening its mouth, it dips its tongue into the slits at the top of the feeder, carefully moving around the metal bars and knobs that comprise the elaborate lock. each movement with its tongue drips more saliva onto her body as it plays with the mechanism right over her head, the bends in the tongue occasionally slapping across her face or curling over an ear. each time it touches her, she gets more scared, and the dragon relishes that.

the occasional brushes turn into curious licks, which become prodding kisses as the audience finds out what that metal ring in her mouth is for. they can see her throat bulging and turning through the glass, the dragon purring as it takes its time, putting on a show. as it kisses her, the body of its tongue keeps working on the lock while the tip ravages her throat.

when it releases her, she gasps for air as the tongue curls down her back and between her legs. it suddenly lifts up, carrying the unfortunate morsel into the dragon's jaws so suddenly she only has time for one last cheesy, bloodcurdling scream. its teeth close around her feet and it snaps her up quickly.

the handler asks if they want to see one more trick, and is met with thunderous cheering. she cues the dragon, and it spreads its wings, leaping into the air and holding itself there as it surveys the audience, chains rattling with each pulse of motion.

she tells it to come back down, and it doesn’t listen. it’s giving her a weird look. she tells it again and it doesn’t move, except to lick its chops and snarl. she tells it one more time, and this time it does.

this feeding’s not like the others. it swoops down at her, grabbing her in its teeth, and bites down hard. blood goes everywhere. people are screaming. this wasn’t supposed to happen. she said at the beginning there was a risk to working with these creatures. maybe she was right. they can hear her muffled screams from inside its mouth as it begins to chew ponderously, the panicked cries lasting an uncomfortable amount of time before going silent.

the dragon lays down, closing its eyes, almost appearing like it’s going back to sleep until its wings open vertically, blocking off a sizeable amount of the stage. there’s a pause, then they snap back, revealing the handler, alive and well, gesturing to the audience.

✨ta-da!✨

[classygreydove]

4 incredible fics in honor of disability awareness and rep

I was making a list for r/AO3's Restricted Tuesday/Universal Human Rights awareness month, and I'd like to spotlight/rec four fics that really stood out to me for the way they wrote disability. Not all of them are centered around disability or chronic illness, but it is an important part of the story/MC's journey.

1. Like a Water-Worn Stone by meyari

Rating: T

Fandom: The Untamed

Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

Tags: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Yanli, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Lan Qiren, Original Characters, Hurt/Comfort, very little hurt, lots of comfort, Chronic Illness, Serious Injuries, Self-Medication, Disability, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Depression, Self-Worth Issues, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aftermath of war, Aftermath of Violence, Prisoner of War, Identity Issues, Warning: Jin Guangshan, enslavement (discussion of), abuse (discussion of), actually very fluffy despite the warnings

Summary: It started with the robe: white and red with flames on the hem that had been dyed to a worn, dusky lavender. The robe was padded, warm and comfortable like what old men wore, with wide sleeves and a high collar and splits on the sides so that it was easier to slowly stroll along in it.

Other Notes: This is a wonderful, funny, heartwarming fic about a character who learns how to be comfortable with vulnerability, with learning how to accept support from his loved ones when he wants it. This was really comforting to read.

2. no new age series by everythingispoetry

Rating: M

Fandom: Modao Zushi/The Untamed

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Tags: Mental Health IssuesLan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Lan Yuan | Lan Sizhui, Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao, Nie Mingjue, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Recovery, Disability, Parenthood, Character Study. Thirteen Years of Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian's Death, Recovery, Grief/Mourning, Families of Choice, Developing Relationship

Notes: This author destroyed me emotionally. I will never forget the things I felt as I read this series. This series covers the incredible tragedy of recovering from losing a partner, losing mobility, and the POV of characters who watched their own family inflict said permanent injury on another family member. It is about grief in many forms. It is about the incredible trial of a single parent's grief as they learn to live with a permanent injury that impairs their ability to care for their own child. It is about family, about love. And finally, it is about learning how to be happy again, taking one day at a time, being at peace with what is.

3. A Bend in the Undergrowth by Jemsquash

Rating: T

Fandom: Naruto

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Major Character Death

Tags: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Obito, Original Uchiha Character(s), Hatake Kakashi, Jiraiya (Naruto), Uchiha Clan, Neji's Mother, No shame november, in a clan that values love so much they sure fail to show it sometimes, sealing jutsu, sewing as a weapon, bisexual Obito, sharingan weirdness abounds, Politics, Anbu Hatake Kakashi, Slow Burn, Emotional Baggage, genderchanges, hide your women Uchiha, cause you know things to fight bloodlines to protect, now with art, Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, No brainwashing for obito, Apart from the usual uchiha mindset but shes questioning it

Summary: Obito may have been at the bottom of the Uchiha pecking order, but her family had loved her regardless. And when she limped into Konoha, 7 months after the Kyubi attack levelled the village and killed her sensei, she was going to need every bit of love and care the Uchiha were capable of.

Because clearly the Uchiha clan (and her guilt-ridden teammate) needed someone with an inability to accept things as they are.

Notes: This is part of a series, and the whole series is good, but I didn't want to include all those tags. In Obito is a recovering POW and amputee, and she processes a lot of grief in this work. I remember Obito worrying about/thinking about shinobi healthcare and programs for disabled veteran shinobi, as well as family drama around her prosthetics, if I remember correctly. Though that might have been later in the series. TW for ableism. Obito is wonderfully written, and there's a lot of casual lgbt diversity and rep in this series.

4. Pitch Black by butter_peanut

Rating: E

Fandom: Naruto

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Tags: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Obito & Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Obito & Yamato | Tenzou, Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi, Uzumaki Naruto, Uzumaki Kushina, Yamato | Tenzou, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui, Maito Gai | Might Guy, Sarutobi Asuma, Yuuhi Kurenai, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Good Uchiha Obito, Disabled Character, Obito is blind, BAMF Uchiha Obito, Akatsuki Hatake Kakashi, Overpowered Hatake Kakashi, Dark Hatake Kakashi, Kakashi is 80 percent pining 20 percent trying to take over the world, Meanwhile Obito just wants to kill him, (At least at the beginning...), Angst, Fluff, Mystery, Identity Shenanigans, Family Feels, Canon-Typical Violence, training montages (tm), Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Enemy Lovers, a little smut when they're adults, really just ~2 chapters that earn the E rating the rest is T/M, this story's vibe is dark but also soft, with a happy and bittersweet ending

Summary: At Kannabi bridge, the enemy nin slashes Kakashi horizontally instead of vertically, so Obito gifts his teammate both his eyes. The world tilts accordingly.

Or: Obito lives with a disability, raises Naruto, and puts up with being stalked by his most hated enemy (who just wants to protect his final comrade, no matter what).

Notes:

This is kind of a dark fic, but I remember when reading it that the author did a very good job writing Obito's experience as he adjusts to being blind. And the details/things Obito noticed and the way he noticed them.

[mitsua]

👾°•| 𝔏𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 visiting MC's house at the human world.

Warnings: none Genre: fluff

Series: Obey me! SWD? Words' count: 0.54k

MC's . . . GN!

We all know Leviathan can't really live without technology anymore, without having some sort of device in his hands or checking the time on his cellphone every 5 minutes.

So, as his bad habit, even when you've just asked him if he wanted to go to your human world's house, he, asides of being shocked, had to be prepared for everything, and that meant getting some mobile console and his cellphone, of course.

When inviting him in, being a scared mess, he makes himself as comfortable as his shynness allows him to.

You went for some snacks in the kitchen, leaving him at the living room.

His only peace source at this moment was his phone. He wanted to scream at how honored he felt being at your house at this moment. He wanted and needed to get a photo and maybe or not publish it on devilgram to feel satisfied by the thought of his brothers' jealousy by not being there.

But, naturally, to get into Devilgram, he needed Wifi.

This only helped to increase his nervousness and anxiety. Not being able to bring up the question all of a sudden by only being 5 minutes on your house without it sounding mean.

But after 2 hours, snacks, and you by his side talking so casually and comfortably as you've always done; he felt a little bit more confident and had finally came up with a good excuse to ask for your Wifi.

"MC, can I have your Wifi, please? I wanted to show you about this new game that just came out and may be sold here in the human world."

You agreed, getting closer to him on the couch to watch his phone screen lighting up with many Wifi's names of the houses around yours.

Levi started sweating a little and you noticed the phone shaking slightly, but not minding it too much, you touched your Wifi's name and it instantly asked for the password.

Now it was your moment of getting a little embarrassed.

Ever since you've known the brothers, you've been changing some little things on your human house (when they've let you come on your own), and maybe or not, you've changed your Wifi password too.

To one of the brothers' name.

What were you thinking that day? that he'd absolutely ask for your Wifi whenever he came to your house for the first time because he could only survive this world with the magic of the internet.

Levi felt how you backed a little into the couch and turned to look at his right side, where you were, but didn't ask for anything thinking you'd rader type the password secretly, getting a little sad you wouldn't confide him that information.

"It's Leviathan, with a 3 instead of the e and capital L."

You said, covering your face in embarrassment and not wanting to look at him anymore.

Surprisingly, he wrote as you said without any other reaction than happiness (because you just told him you security password!).

It was only when he double checked he wrote as you said that it hit him what the hell did he just wrote.

Now you were both red, Leviathan began babbling, getting all nervous and cute.

All writings' rights reserved © 2023 Mitsua. (Credit to the respective owners of the pictures and tagged anime character.) ⌇ my navigation!

[dailycharacteroption]

Pirate (Pathfinder Second Edition Archetype)

(art by DevBurmak on DeviantArt)

Ah yes, there are few more iconic images of swashbuckling adventure than the pirate, sailing the high seas, robbing rich merchant vessels or other pirate crews, and of course occasionally facing off with sea monsters and the like. Pirates are at once dangerous criminals and also strangely honorable (at least in fiction), living lives that are free and full of adventure. As long as they strive to keep their bellies and coffers full.

Back in First Edition, the pirate was specifically an archetype for rogue, but like many archetypes and classes with occupation-based names, one need not have the archetype to belong to that profession. And with the 2E version being available to every class, you can be a pirate with any sort of skill set, everything from mighty warriors, sneaky skulks, or powerful mages of all descriptions.

It’s also worth noting that this archetype was reprinted for the Remastered edition, and as such, adds and subtracts a few things. I’ll be covering the Remastered version while also making note of any feats that were dropped from the original, in case you want to add them back in.

In any case, Pretty much everyone knows what a pirate is, so let’s delve into what this archetype offers the player!

The dedication of this archetype grants knowledge of sailing or nearby ports, as well as superior balance on the deck of a swaying ship. What’s more, these buccaneers can move and attack with great aggression, able to swing across or leap to other vessels and use the momentum of doing so to empower their attack.

Pirates are well known for their mastery of vinegar talk, and are quite competent and hurling insults that weaken the resolve of their foes.

It’s cramped quarters belowdecks, and many pirates are quite used to ganging up on a foe pinned against the wall or the railing, allowing them to overwhelm the defenses of their foes when they’re surrounded.

Fighting aboard a ship warrants special training when the fight spreads to beneath the waves or into the rigging, and pirates train to do just that, as well as improve their proficiency with the common weapons of their trade.

Speaking of which, most pirates become quite adept at climbing the rigging and keeping their defenses up in what would normally be a compromising situation.

Intimidation is an important part of pirating, and many combine this with their combat prowess simply by promising a similar doom to a nearby foe after downing the previous one.

A classic stereotype of pirates is their tendency to force traitors and captives to “walk the plank”. While not specific to every combat scenario, some pirate specialize in menacing their foes in just the right way to force them to move elsewhere, potentially putting them in harm’s way.

A rope is a very useful tool, and some pirates know how to use them and proper grappling weapons to entangle foes in them, even when performing other activities!

A few feats were left behind in the original version as well, including the ability to couch insults in seeming flattery to manipulate others, as well as gaining additional bonuses by succeeding where another failed.

Naturally, this archetype fits best with the likes of rogues and swashbucklers, but pretty much anyone can benefit rom what they have to offer, be it tactical attack bonuses or added mobility. You can take some of these to complement your build, or all if you really like being a pirate that much. Obviously casters are probably going to want magic that manipulates the wind and waves, or magic that inspires the crew to greater strength and prowess.

People become pirates for a lot of reasons, but they generally boil down to similar reasons behind banditry: They lose faith in the value of civilization’s restraining rules and seek to use their skills to serve themselves alone. The biggest difference is that while bandits may change leaders or have schisms occasionally, pirates treat mutiny as a much, much larger deal, since the loss from betrayal of competent crew members can mean that the whole crew dies slowly of thirst or starvation. As such, among those they trust, pirates tend to develop strong bonds, with only the most extreme circumstances or most selfish personae driving them to break those bonds.

Branded as pirates by the trading company ships they plunder, the crew of the Scarred Kraken don’t consider themselves criminals. In fact, the slaves they rescue from slave ships consider them heroes, and many members of the crew are people of various ancestries who decided to stay on with them.

The Midnight Sea is called such for the curse of night which engulfs it in permanent night, leaving only the stars and moon to light the way. The sea offers a useful shortcut to those that brave it, but it is also home to shadowy creatures beneath the waves, and fetchling pirates sometimes appear out of nowhere to prey on unsuspecting vessels.

The party has been captured by pirates, and now face a choice. Be press-ganged, or face the hunger of the ravenous fantooth schools. However, before the party can give their answers, the fish all flee, as something massive suddenly strikes the vessel from below. The party will have to fight their way to a raft and get away before the vessel goes down, but then the question becomes where to go from here?

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Kate Bush (1958-) solo Songs: "Wuthering Heights," "Hammer Horror" Defeated Opponents: Jane Birkin, Eileen Barton Propaganda: "Utterly stunning, ridiculously talented pianist, kinda kooky lyricist, and singer with an incredible vocal range. Kate Bush is a genre of her own...Okay now to the hotness: Have you seen her? Those big eyes, the ridiculous cheekbones, her mobile and expressive mouth? Fashionwise she's got that ethereal pseudo Edwardian thing with long floaty dresses and big hair happening in her first few videos, and then BOOM! She slays in a metal bikini and chainmail. Amazing. 10/10. A++++." "The hair. The cheekbones. She's everything to me your honor."

Big Mama Thornton (1926-1984) solo Songs: "Hound Dog," "Ball and Chain" Defeated Opponents: Yvonne Elliman, Bobbie Gentry Propaganda: "known for her swagger and larger-than-life presence, big mama thornton was a blues and r&b singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist who was a key figure in the lineage of rock & roll. a self-taught musician, she started touring as a teenager and was quickly dubbed "the new bessie smith". to quote the rock & roll hall of fame: "Thornton’s live performances were legendary. Standing just as tall – if not towering over – the men with whom she shared the stage, Thornton not only sang harder than her male contemporaries, she reportedly also outperformed and outdrank them nightly." inspired by seeing her perform, songwriting duo jerry lieber and mike stoller wrote "hound dog" for her which became a hit, topping the r&b charts for seven weeks and selling over half a million copies (three years later it became an even bigger hit for some guy named elvis). she also wrote the song "ball and chain" which janis joplin covered and popularized in the 60s."

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