#i accidentally posted this to the wrong blog at first. whoops

[seasoningcityespercollective]

Welcome to the Seasoning City Esper Collective!

Recent data from the local hospital record has shown that phenomena known as “psychic powers” may be more common than we realize. Abilities such as spirit communication and telekinesis are no longer myths or legends, and are increasingly visible in the public eye. However, little is truly understood about psychic powers, and those possessing them are often viewed as either lying for attention or dangerous to society. 

And yet espers are no child’s imaginary game, nor are we monsters that hide in the shadows. We are simply people, people who often feel isolated from our peers due to our unique lived experiences. 

That’s why the Mitsuura Foundation has graciously granted the esper community of Seasoning City a place to connect with each other and find our equilibrium. At the first Seasoning City Esper Collective, espers of all shapes and sizes can come down to meet people just like themselves, and even new ones they may find kindred spirits in. 

Spoonbenders and exorcists alike can enjoy our center’s diverse recreational offerings, such as the tennis court and yoga lessons. Grab a croissant to eat at the center’s state of the art cafeteria, or take it up to the cozy  library with a nice cup of tea. 

Young espers can make use of the Youth’s Club, while parents of those 10 and under are welcome to drop off their supernatural sweeties at our fully staffed Daycare. For adults and children alike with unique medical needs, our staff can connect you with trusted professionals across a wide range of disciplines, whether you’re dealing with extrasensory overload, spirit possession recovery, or accidentally superhealing your twisted ankle the wrong way. 

Whether you’re looking to connect with those like you, seeking advice because your toddler keeps destroying the silverware, or needing a place to get away from the visions you’re plagued with, we welcome you with open arms. Just because you’re superhuman, doesn’t mean you’re not human. 

Seasoning City Esper Collective

7-8, Furikake District

Seasoning City, 

Saitama Prefecture 555-0175

Phone: (XXX)-XXX-XXXX

Operating Hours: 7:00 - 20:00 M-F, 7:00 - 22:00 weekends

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Hiya! I’m Bird and I made this blog to generate more interaction with OC artists in the Mob Psycho 100 tumblr fandom. When you submit your OCs to this blog, you can specify what types of interactions you’re comfortable with people drawing between your OCs and theirs, and see who in the community has posted their OCs for you to draw too! If you do draw OCs interacting, feel free to submit the art here or tag this blog in it so that I can put it here for everyone to see. You also don’t have to draw OCs interacting - submitting your own regular OC art is great too. Check out the FAQ for more info!

I meant to make this blog after I made a good example reference post for my own ocs...but forgot that I didn’t do that yet when I clicked “add new sideblog,” whoops. Oh well. This blog is still a work in progress, so the appearance might change in the coming...months (I am busy).

[nonbinary-vents]

So, I have a confession to make

I privately messaged the creator of the post back in early December, detailing the hypocrisy and Jew hatred presented in it. That was the day before they deleted the post (exactly the day after, I messaged them on December 4th and they deleted the post on the 5th), and made the new one that they kept as their pinned for a while. I’d had it written in my notes for a while before then, but I was too nervous to actually send it until I went back into the blog and saw them propping up jvp

When I messaged them, I mentioned some comments from @thisgingerhasnosoul (I’m really sorry for not asking you first, I genuinely have no idea what was going through my head to not do that back then) on why exactly the post was so bad, because her analysis put exactly why it rubbed me the wrong way so much perfectly into words— later I found that the op of the post actually blocked her! So, so much for growing and listening to Jews, I guess

That post is such a fitting representation of November and the hypocrisy that these people had that entire time. Back then, a lot of the ‘punch Nazis’ leftists still considered themselves to be protectors of Jews, instead of what they’re doing now which seems to be… saying Zionists tried to colonise Germany? (A take I’ve seen multiple times now, what has the world become holy shit). But then, once the actual, non fictional Nazis were attracted to their movement and rhetoric, was there any introspection or self reflection as to why they felt so comfortable there? No! It was just not being immune to propaganda, they had nothing to do with the Jew hatred except for not being able to spot the dogwhistles. Nothing else, just a ‘whoops! Accidentally made friends with Nazis for a few hours!’

I’m so tired, dude

I tracked down that post because I've been seeing it cited a lot and it's truly a magnificent case study of zero self-awareness. Reposting it here for posterity so to speak. Emphasis mine.

I have been noodling over posting this for several days but I think it's important for some people to hear.

At a March on Saturday, at a pro Palestine march, my group and I were targeted by by nazis. Not targeted for violence, but targeted for recruitment. They weren't wearing swastikas, they weren't spewing blatant antisemitic hate speech. They seemed like two normal dudes. They marched with us, talked about how awful everything in Palestine was, how we wished world leaders would grow a pair and hold Israel responsible for fucking war crimes, how existing in the world right now was hard. They were empathetic, they were kind, they seemed like genuine good dudes.

Until we passed a synagogue where people were handing our water to marchers. They had signs defending Palestine on their table. But the tone of the conversation changed. These two seemingly normal dudes started talking about how "performative" the gesture felt, that Jewish people should be doing more. That they needed to PROVE it. They started talking about "Zionist" propaganda in the US, about how it was deeply entrenched in capitalism. Things that, on the surface, seemed reasonable but it set off alarm bells in my head.

When I was a kid, I remember getting the speech of "don't repeat anything your uncle or cousin so and so says and don't argue with them. Try to avoid them but if you can't be polite." Because those uncles and cousins said a lot of hateful things about anyone who wasn't like them, but their favorite targets were black people and Jewish people. I would find out as an adult it was because many of those uncles and cousins were in the Klan. When I studied hate symbols for a class in college, I found my self looking at images I'd seen on arms and necks and hands my whole life, because I live in an area of the US where the KKK is still around. And standing in that crowd, listening to these guys talk, i had the most horrible realization I've had in a long time.

We were being fished by Nazis. We were a group of able body, white American leftists. At a march in support of stopping the murder and genocide of Palestinians, these motherfuckers were out here, trying to find people they could get to hate Jewish folks. I wasn't the only one in my group who clocked it, and when we called them on it, the masks came off. They called us a bunch of "Jew loving bitches" before they moved on.

But we're marched with these guys for a couple hours, talked with them, laughed with them, brought them into our circle. For a moment we forgot we also weren't immune to propaganda, we weren't immune to people who make hate sound reasonable and that people like that never start out saying the quiet part out loud, they lean on your anger and your sense of helplessness to move you where they want you. If the last eight years has taught us anything, it's that fascists know how to adjust to the times, to work with what they got, to recruit. They know how to radicalize people, how to weaponize anger and helplessness. And I'm sitting here, every day, seeing posts that sound exactly like these guys did and it worries me.

I know I'm talking to the No Reading Comprehension Website, but I'm begging you guys to develop some now.

You are not immune to propaganda. We are all angry, as we fucking should be. We are watching an entire culture, thousands of lives, whole bloodlines, being wiped out in real time, and for many of us our nations are at best, wringing their hands, and at worst, shipping them weapons, all to protect capitalist greed. It's monstrous, it's disgusting. But look, REALLY LOOK, at the things you are tweeting, sharing, look at the language and how it's used. Take the time to educate yourself about how hate groups use social justice causes and civil unrest to recruit, research the posts your spreading, check your sources. If you are out protesting, be situationally aware, and do not be afraid to clock and call out Nazis. Listen to Jewish people, listen to their concerns, educate yourself on what Zionism and antisemitism actually are and how they can be weaponized. It doesn't feel as good as rage, it doesn't feel as good as having a group you can functionally rail against in a way we can't against a nation a world away, but it's a skill that's going to help you and a lot of other people in the long run.

[ultimateluckystudent-writes]

On Island Time

Summary: Nagito’s been restless recently. It’s not his fault, but he’ll act like it is. It’s alright though, he’s not alone, even during his alone time.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Under-Negotiated Voyeurism, Self-Depricative Thoughts, Dom/Sub Undertones, Guilt, Female Reader, She/Her Pronouns

General Themes/Tags: Masturbation, Voyeurism, Handjob, Praise Kink, Slight Degradation Kink, Slight + Gentle Femdom, Submissive Komaeda, Hung Komaeda, Island Mode AU

Ao3 link

A/N: Starting the blog off with a bang, huh? Whoops I made these tags make it seem like it’s more angsty than it is- it’s not sad I promise promise it’s just that Nagito’s… himself and I’m a freak so… here we are… (Also it’s told from Nagito’s perspective, don’t ask me what I was thinking, you’re too far deep now)

Nagito had just wanted to go to sleep. The day had been tiring, collecting things from the forest until his back ached. He hadn’t had a break in what felt like ages. Every time he felt just tired enough to request a day off… well, she dropped by his room with a good, hot meal and a bright smile that made him feel revitalized enough to wait it out. Sure enough, after a good night’s sleep and breakfast the next morning, he was always ready to go. But he found himself a bit tired of the routine, especially when she didn’t stay afterwards to eat with him, or spend time with him after searching.

He rolled his eyes at himself as he slipped out of his clothes, remaining just in his boxers and white shirt. Who am I kidding? I’m lucky that she’s even kind enough to drop by. No, actually, even that’s too much of a stretch. She just wants to keep the group motivated and searching for materials. Honestly, isn’t that better than her having such terrible taste in companionship? Trying to keep the production and hope of the group up?

He yawned and trudged his way over to turn the lights off before slipping right into bed. He let out a quiet sigh of pleasure at the feeling of the clean, soft sheets against his bare skin, and his head sinking into a soft pillow. The breeze from his open windows blew through the curtains around his bed. He could hear the faint watery noises coming from the pool’s waterfall. As his eyes lowered shut, his mind betrayed him once more, replaying a memory he hadn’t consciously summoned. All at once, he could feel her warm, soft hand brushing against his as they shared the shade under a tree in the park. Oh dear…

The truth was, Nagito wasn’t just tired from the routine, or even the collecting. It was from the time he spent up after a reasonable hour with thoughts of her. He always felt so guilty during, and especially after, but he couldn’t deny himself the bubbly, almost nervous feeling that came with them. It was exhilarating, like taking a plunge down a rollercoaster. And with the way that she treated him, he almost felt like she would be okay with him thinking about her. He shook his head. It’s best not to think anything too foolish.

He tried closing his eyes. She laughed, bright and loud, at a joke he had made. He curled his fingers into the pillow. She waved to him over her shoulder excitedly, a stunning centerpiece in front of the sparkling sea. He pulled the covers up over his shoulders. She leaned against his shoulder, dozing off on the beanbags in the library while they read. He hadn’t even been able to focus enough on his book to get to the next page after that, until she woke up barely in time to make it back for dinner. She didn’t even look embarrassed or ashamed that it was him she’d been snuggling up to. She’d just yawned and stretched and giggled sleepily about how he must have been hot, because he was so red. The flush was from the tingling sensation he felt throughout his whole body while she was pressed up against him, and lasted long after she pulled away.

She made him feel like they were true friends. She made him feel wanted. She made him feel like that mattered. Not for long, of course. I’m gullible, not stupid. Still, every bit of him loved the raw talent that he knew she must have had to be able to do such a feat. He buried his face into the bedding, trying to get ahold of the feeling in his chest, because he knew how the story went. These weren’t the thoughts that had kept him up so late at night. What kept him up was what he started thinking about when the feeling got to be too much and seeped down to his belly, and then even further.

Like every night, he was too late.

She stood before him, her bathing suit tight around her form as she stood in front of him. His dick twitched in his underwear. She crossed her legs while focusing one what she was writing down on her clipboard, exposing more of her thighs as her skirt slid up. He flipped onto his back. She tied her shirt up at her waist on a particularly hot day, leaving a tantalizing strip of skin exposed, but only when she raised her arms. Nagito felt guilty, of course, but couldn’t help the desire to watch her even closer that day, enchanted. His hand moved down past his stomach. She bent over to help look for Tanaka’s lost earring, her back arched, and before he could rip his gaze away, caught just a glimpse of her striped panties. The sight made him immediately head back to his cabin, attempting to fight off an erection the whole way there. He finally slipped his hands past his waistband and sighed. He was half-hard already.

I’m hardly even pitiful. Just the thought of her works me into a state like this… that’s not the surprising part, she’s breathtaking, but I manage to disappoint even myself. I’m truly nothing more than a hormonal teenager. How could I ever be enough? How could I even dare to-

He had learned quickly that either set of thoughts wouldn’t go away if he didn’t do anything. At least when he took care of himself quickly he didn’t have to prolong the shame. He sat up and tugged his boxers down. He swallowed hard as the fabric brushed against the sensitive skin of his cock. He pushed the blankets down and pumped some of the lotion on his nightstand into his hand. He didn’t feel like he deserved the pleasure that came alongside it, but it certainly sped up the process, and he’d gotten worried about chafing after the first couple of nights. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and began to stroke, pulling the skin around the pink tip down. He worked slowly at first, simply trying to get fully hard.

It was always easier at the beginning to not picture her. He focused on his body and the feeling and without fail assured himself he could finish without thinking about her. Without fail, he was always calling her name when he made a sticky mess. He told himself this time would be different. He brushed the pad of his thumb against his head and gasped. He reminded himself that he already knew he was a disappointment.

He bit his lip as his strokes sped up. He tried to stay in the moment. To smell the lotion. To lose himself in the undeniable pleasure. To picture his lips brushing against hers- no, no, no! Fuck. How pathetic that y- oh, fuck! He whimpered as the idea of his hands on her made it through his mental barriers, causing his hips to thrust involuntarily upwards. He pictured her taking off her shirt, revealing her gorgeous tits to him. Her straddling him, letting him touch her wherever he pleased. Her trusting him enough to give her the orgasm that she deserved- or, the closest thing Nagito could give to her. Surely you don’t think you could make her feel good? With your disgusting, filthy hands?

The idea felt like cold water running down his spine, and made the fantasies seem much less arousing. He switched his train of thought. He wanted her to kiss his neck, maybe even spare him marks that would last long past when they were finished. He wanted her to pinch and pull at his nipples, giggling at how sensitive he was, but not stopping until he was a whimpering mess. He wanted her to run against his sides and back and make him shake.

He was getting close already, never having much stamina. His heavy breathing turned into whimpers. He wanted her hand instead of his, squeezing the base of his cock just tight enough to make him beg to cum. He wanted her above him, her lips wrapped around him while she fingered his tight hole. His mouth fell open with needy noises, and he knew soon he’d be over the edge. He moaned out her name, the only word his mind was capable of forming. Just the feeling of it on his lips made his toes curl.

What he truly wanted most was for her eyes to be adoring when she looked at him, no matter what she was saying or doing. For her to praise him when he was coming down off of his high. For her to hold him afterwards, and not leave. He cried out, gripping at the sheets with his other hand. He wanted to wake up to her grinding on him, as a show of power, yes, but mostly as a reminder that they were joined, connected- that he was wanted-

“Fuck!”

He didn’t say that.

Nagito’s stomach leapt out of him and he frantically tucked himself back into his underwear, feeling all for the world like he’d been caught. His head whipped back and forth, but he didn’t see anyone in the still, dark night. The clock read almost one am. He couldn’t imagine that anyone was up. So what did I just hear?

He maneuvered his still-hard cock so it was tucked into his waistband and covered by his shirt. He tried not to think about it too hard or be too obviously pink as he walked over to the window where he’d heard the sound. He leaned out to his left and looked all over, but didn’t see anyone. Right as he was about to turn, however, there was a thump and a hiss of pain. He honestly wouldn’t have seen the person in time if they hadn’t fallen, but on the ground holding her slightly skinned shin was the object of his fantasies herself.

Well, I’m fucked.

“Ah, so it was you!” Despite his thoughts, as always, the excitement he felt at seeing her still made him smile. “Are you okay?”

“Haha… yeah… I was just walking by and a gust of wind came and the window flew open and hit me in the head.” She laughed weakly, laced with pain. “Then as I was leaving, I tripped over my shoelaces and skinned my shin and hand.” He assessed the scene. It certainly was more windy than when he’d… started. He supposed he hadn’t noticed the windows, lost in his thoughts. When she moved her hands, he saw her slightly cut up leg and dirty skirt. She was still wearing the same clothes as earlier, piquing Nagito’s interest. As she began to stand, he shook his head and remembered himself.

“Would you like to come in? I’ve got plenty of bandages and knowledge of how to treat small wounds.” What are you doing?! You’re still hard! If she sees you she’s going to think you’re absolutely filthy and a pervert- and she’ll be right! “That is, of course, only if you’re comfortable-”

“Yes, please.” She interrupted, immediately getting back to her feet. She must be scraped up worse than I saw, for her to spend time with me so late at night willingly. She walked off and when he was sure she couldn’t see him, darted over to turn on a lamp and look at himself in the mirror. His still semi-hard cock wasn’t too obvious with it arranged the way he had it, but it was certainly hard to keep it that way. He looked around frantically, almost sighing in relief when he saw his way out. He grabbed his jacket, which draped down much past his hips when he was holding it, and met her at the door. She smiled at him gratefully, though it was a bit strained.

“Is it alright if I sit on the bed?” She asked. He shifted his gaze to it. You know how much you’ll be tempting luck if you let this happen. She’ll be sitting right by the spot where I-

“Of course! Please, make yourself comfortable. I extend my full hospitality to you.” He smiled in a way he hoped was kind instead of terrified and a little bit horny and backed up with the door to let her in and stay out of her sight. He shut the door behind them a little bit harder than he meant to, making him jump. “My apologies! How clumsy of me!”

“It’s alright, I understand. You’re not the only one who’s been clumsy tonight.” She looked around the room. “Thank you so much for letting me in. It’s really nice and clean.”

“Ah, I’m sure you’ve got a much nicer place. It feels quite empty, still.”

“That’s just because you haven’t started making it your own. I can help you pick out some things at the market sometime soon if you’d like.” She offered, so easily, so casually, like the commitment of spending an afternoon with him meant nothing to her. He squeezed his legs together ever-so-slightly.

“Your bandages!” He shook his head and hurried over to the bed, pulling out a couple of packages of different types of adhesive bandages and hand wipes from his jacket. He made sure to lay the jacket over his lap and pulled out a wipe. “Was it both hands?”

“This one got it worse, the other one is pretty much fine.” She showed him the palm of her left hand. The bottom of it, by the wrist, had been scratched up by the gravel. “Oh, I can do it myself-”

“Nonsense!” He blurted, smacking himself internally for how desperate he sounded. “It’s much harder to do with one hand.” He held the underside of her hand with his, trying not to think about how much smaller hers were. He thoroughly cleaned the area and wiped off the bit of dirt left. Even in the wind she was just in, his hands must have felt icy compared to his.

“That one doesn’t need a bandaid, I guess. It looks like it’s stopped bleeding, and I don’t really want one on my palm. If it bothers me later, I can just pick some up from the market. This one though,” she stuck her leg out to look at her shin. It was a much larger and deeper scrape. Nagito winced. Did I cause this just from thinking about her? The window flying open right while she was there was indeed unfortunate. “Is probably gonna need some help.” She giggled. He’d always admired her cheerful attitude in spite of any problems. She’s a bit like… no. Don’t even compare you two. She’s a beautiful paragon of the Ultimates’ hope… you’ve barely even got a ‘talent’.

She turned to place her shin between his thighs, spreading both of their legs in the process. Nagito almost choked. He was frozen for a moment before snapping out of his stupor and nodding dumbly. He grabbed a clean wipe for the next wound, making sure to be gentle. He tried to convince himself it was just because he didn’t want to hurt her, and not because he liked the position. He finally placed the large bandage patch on.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking,” He started, breaking the silence before she inevitably announced she had to go. “What were you doing outside at two am?” She paused in the middle of checking out her leg, the smile on her face dropping just a bit. He could feel her muscles tense. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“No, no, no, it’s okay.” Despite what she said, Nagito didn’t miss her voice rising an octave, or how she was suddenly very interested in the hem of her skirt. “I was, uh… well, I… fuck.” She twisted the fabric in her hands. “This is, er, harder to say than I even imagined.”

“Don’t make yourself uncomfortable on my behalf!” He said quickly. “If you don’t want to-”

“Iheardyoutheothernight!” She exclaimed, all at once.

There was a beat where he had no idea what she was saying, much less talking about. Then all of a sudden, he did.

“I… I heard you… s- say my name.”

“I’m so, so, so, deeply sorry-” He bowed deeply, clenching his teeth. She doesn’t want to hear you say her name again! You worthless, disgusting- His thoughts continued to berate him as he focused hard not to bang his head against the wall until he bled out in agony right then and there. “I know I’ve done something absol-”

“Komaeda-kun,” she rested her non-bandaged hand on his shoulder. He jumped a bit at the touch. “I… I- I’ve-been-watching-you-every-night-since-then!”

Another beat.

“What?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m so sorry! Fuck!” Her voice was shaking. “I’m so, so sorry… I just… I couldn’t sleep the other night, so I went to go sit by the pool because I like to put my feet in the water, and, and I passed by your window and…” Her eyes managed to creep their way back onto him. “You… you sounded so pretty.” She bit her thumb hard. His mouth simply sat agape. “I felt so, so, bad, but then you… you said my name. And- well, I thought I’d been caught for a moment, but you weren’t even… looking at me.” Her voice was breathly, lowering with each sentence. “Your eyes were closed. S- so… so I’ve been watching you for the past couple of nights… oh my God, what the fuck is wrong with me?” She wailed and sank off the bed and to the floor in shame, her face in her hands.

“…why did you watch me?”

She looked back up at him, her eyes were now bloodshot. He realized that she had been crying over her guilt. Crying over what she had done to him.

“…you are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.” She whispered. “Hearing my name… seeing you do that, when I had- when I’d thought of you the same way already,” Nagito’s mouth fell open. “It was like heaven. I thought I was gonna wake up from a dream.” She broke eye contact and began to stand up, because he wasn’t reacting anymore. “I’m sorry, I should go-”

“No!” He shouted, his hand flying out to grab her shoulder. They both looked at each other, terrified and awestruck at once. “You were… here tonight? Doing that? W- watching me?” She studies his face carefully, looking for what he wanted the answer to be, before she hung her head and nodded. The hand still in Nagito’s lap dug his fingers into his leg. “Well… I don’t understand why you would actually want to watch me…” He slid the jacket off of his lap slowly. His hands were visibly trembling. Her eyes were fixated on the motion the whole time, even after he left himself exposed. He leaned back and spread his legs just a bit so she could see the full outline of his erection. “But… you absolutely can, if you’d really like.”

She gasped like she was the one who was on display. He couldn’t believe how hot he felt just thinking about her watching him all that time, all on her own. He couldn’t believe that she was really doing this. He was mostly convinced it was just some sort of joke still. Or that she had heard him and was just taking pity on him. But I’ve always been selfish, so… I might as well enjoy this while I can.

Still, it was hard for even him to deny how hungry her expression was. His cock twitched visibly, making her groan again, which didn’t help him. She rose back onto the bed, her hand smoothly sliding between his thighs. His mouth fell open with an almost imperceptible gasp.

“I mean…” Her voice trembled, even as her motions were so sure. “I’m already here… and I barged in here so late at night, Komaeda-kun…” She murmured right by his ear. He could feel his inhibitions disappearing. Those soft fingers he’d fantasized about all those times were now tracing circles on his skin underneath the fabric of one of the legs of his boxers. “I should… repay you.” Her voice became much more confident with that idea. “Why don’t you let me help? After all, you’ve already given me quite a show…”

“Ah- uh- oh, the bad luck from this is going to take somebody’s life.” He groaned, biting his lip hard in a feeble attempt to not rut into the air. “We musn’t… I shouldn’t…” He whimpered, but as she wrapped a hand around his cock through his boxers and rubbed him up and down, his eyes rolled back and all that fell from his mouth were needy, pathetic noises.

“I wouldn’t, if you didn’t want it so bad.” The accusation and sudden change in attitude made his hand come to his mouth to stifle a moan. “Lift your hips… I wanna feel that gorgeous cock of yours.” He didn’t even register why she was asking this of him before he was doing it. She slid his boxers off- finally- revealing his hard-on. Despite his earlier hesitation, he didn’t mind her seeing all of him. Whatever she wanted to do- degrade him, laugh at him, hit him, or even, and he could barely even hope for this, touch him- he wouldn’t mind at all. He understood that his body was pathetic better than anyone, so nothing she could do would hurt more than he would simply love the attention. That he would love the fact that he’d caused a lapse in judgement big enough to ask him to do this.

“Fuck,” He could feel her voice while pressed so close up against her. “It wasn’t a trick of the light… you… really are big.” Her tone was tinged with a disbelieving laugh.

“Ah, another way the universe enjoys toying with me.” His words were firm but his voice was so breathy. “An… acceptable endowment attached to a lowly thing like myself, with nobody who would want such a thing from me-” He choked as her thumb swiped across his wet, pink tip. He’d been hard for so long without relief that the precum that hadn’t already formed a wet patch on his clothes was gathered at the tip.

“I’m right here, you idiot.” She said fondly. She pulled him into her side to hold him closer. That shocked him more than anything else tonight. He was tense for a moment, confused as to what she was doing, until her hand continued moving over his still lotion-slick cock. He realized that she simply meant to keep him here, so close and vulnerable with her, and it was almost euphoric.

He attempted to keep still so as not to make a move that would- God forbid- make her remember who he was and how filthy a creature she was holding, but the warmth and unfamiliarity of her hand was too much for him. It seemed as though she was admiring his dick, veiny and deeply red as it was. He practically purred as she continued, wrapping his arms around her and holding her through the overwhelming feelings. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, which let her hear every one of his noises.

“Oh, that’s perfect, baby,” She said gently. The praise felt like liquid heat running through his body. “You know exactly how I want you, don’t you? You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Nagito couldn’t keep quiet when she said that, and a cry that broke off at the end as his hips snapped up unconsciously fell from his mouth. He squeezed her tighter, fingers desperately curling into her clothes. He realized how close he was in such a short amount of time, and what a deplorable thing making her do all the work had been. He let go of her, and attempted to push her away.

“Please, please, you- you must let me please you, too-” He meant for it to be a seductive sort of demand, but it came off instead as a desperate plea. “I- I’m gonna finish-” To his surprise, and slight arousal, she laughed. She grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him back into her with a surprising amount of force.

“I think it’s cute that you think that’s how this works.” She cooed, right by his neck, the sensation sounding a shiver all the way down his spine. How could he do anything but completely melt at that? He groaned loudly in her ear and his full body weight fell onto her at once. His mind was barely keeping itself together as she stroked him so surely from bottom to tip, the slick sounds unheard over his pants and cries. His legs were almost completely draped over hers by this point, shaking and tensing. His boxers had fallen all the way to the floor, leaving him only in his loose shirt on her lap, even as she was still fully clothed. “Oh? Do you enjoy being talked to like that? Like you’re stupid?” She asked, though it was clear she knew the answer.

“Y- yes! Oh, yes, please, I- I’m p- pathetic, worthless, nothing- Ah- oh, yes!” Even he found it disgusting how quickly he had been reduced to this, but it was hard to focus on his usual self-loathing thoughts when she was speeding her hand up and he could smell her shampoo.

“Fuck yes, pathetic, and so, so adorable.” From the way she sounded, it was almost like she was getting off on just watching him and touching him. Maybe she’s a pervert, who likes reducing creeps to where they belong. Even thinking that, however, he couldn’t understand why she had called him ‘adorable’. He couldn’t understand why it was having such a big effect on him. “You’re normally much more talkative than this. I figured you wouldn’t shut up if I put my hands on you. What happened, cat got your tongue?” He could hear the smirk in her voice without looking at her. She was so smug in her power over him- the power she’d obtained so quickly, so easily. It made him feel secure in letting her have it.

“I- I wouldn’t want to ruin this with my words.” He mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t say anything that would require him to think again. He enjoyed feeling like his brain was mush- at least not in the scary sense for once. She didn’t acknowledge it with any noise, but her hand slowed down just enough for him to notice. The familiar, chilly bite of rejection spread through him at once. “Like that, you see? I truly am worthless-”

“Enough.” She snapped, pace quickening to a speed even faster than before. He succumbed to the pleasure almost at once. “You couldn’t ruin how much I’ve wanted you since we met very easily, Nagito-kun. I should have just told you how pretty you sounded instead of teasing you. Ah well, we’ll just get you used to it. Pretty boy.” She kissed his pale shoulder. The affection made his breath hitch, and he was close again so quickly it almost hurt.

“N- nooo-” He meant it to come out as a serious rebuttal, but by the time it escaped his mouth and reached her ears, it was a petulant whine. It only made her laugh at him more. He couldn’t take the addictive mix of humiliation, pride, and pleasure much longer. His thighs trembled. His chest heaved from his panting. His stream of drool was beginning to run down her shoulder, but he hadn’t even noticed. He knew the sensation of his orgasm building well, but never this intensely, never this good.

“Th- thank you!” He cried, his head thrown back. He rocked his hips back and forth on her, more like he was grinding down then thrusting up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you- oh!” His hands tangled into her hair as he came, forehead pressed up against hers and moaning with abandon right against her face. The feeling was intense, wracking through his delicate frame as he shook against her. She continued holding him tightly, half-afraid he’d toss himself off the bed with all the writhing he was doing.

Thick ropes of cum covered their thighs and her hand as she continued stroking him through it, watching him in fascination that he missed. It was over too soon for his liking, and her hand felt more uncomfortable than he wanted it to. He grunted in displeasure and she removed her hand, letting him release his final, shaky breath that kept him tense. She held up her hand in the light. She was shaking and panting like she was the one who had just come. She slowly brought her hand to her lips, flicking her tongue out to taste it.

“D- don’t.” He protested, weakly beginning to stir again. “I’m filthy-”

“Shh…” She played with the ends of his hair with her clean hand. He couldn’t argue. “Do you have a towel or anything around here-”

“I’ll get it.” He shook his head and got up, grabbing the tissues from his nightstand. He surveyed the mess he’d made. “Ah… I’m so sorry, I should have warned you before-”

“You don’t have to apologize for finishing, Nagito-kun. It’s alright if I call you that, right? I mean… we kind of just…” She didn’t know what to finish that with as he wiped up her thighs and then his.

“Of course you can. You can call me anything you’d like.”

There was something empty in his voice, though. There was something empty in the room. Now that they weren’t directly occupied, the full weight of what they’d done was sinking in.

“I gotta go take a shower now. You probably should, too.” She chuckled half-heartedly. She slid off the bed and made her way to the door. They never ended up locking it. “Hey, Nagito-kun?”

She’s going to say ‘I don’t ever wanna see you again. You disgust me. Never talk about this night again. How could you do this to me-’

“Yes?”

“I’ll be back tomorrow.” With that, she slid out of the cabin and into the night, leaving him staring at a doorway, the curtains blowing in and out.

*****

A/N: This was originally planned to have multiple chapters of being horny w femdom energy, and the motivation is still There in me somewhere. so if you’ve got any ideas/weird kinks feel free to toss em at me I would love them

ALSO!!!!! Because she gave me permission to tag her: @nagito-kissmaeda

I look up to her so much as a writer (I just realized she wrote like… H A L F of my bookmarked Nagito fics on ao3. like actually. I was gonna list out my faves before I went through them and realized oh. they were all of my favs. but she just recently posted this degradation fic that was,,, so good. also apparently the only one I HAVEN’T read by her is one about Nagito being mean to himself while masturbating to the reader?? so like, same hat. please can we be friends I’ll literally discuss your interpretations of Nagito at any moment)

[daresayhber]

I drew over that mobster Yakko sketch I did the other day and made a few edits, and I think it looks dope as hell

With and without background just for fun

[allmyhomieshateadam]

Catboy reki for your troubles

[blog-of-boobs]

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hi i'm Emo about the finale

[galaxybrownies]

@buttercupsticksntricks Thank so you so much!!!!!! They came in great condition and I already love them a lot!!!! You’re awesome!

[laqueus]

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

Clerith Moodboard: “The wound is the place where the light enters you.” x

[lsoh-fandomstuck]

We’re open for business!

[kiwicatdraws]

sketchin

[kiwicaitlin]

Hiiii I was tagged by @suchfestiveverywow to post my favourite selfies of 2017 yay

(I take like 0 selfies so these were basically the only ones I could find and then I took the last one just now so I had more)

Idk who wants to post selfies but I’ll tag the people from the vvo team because yeah

[darter-blue]

So- I’ve been going through your blog for a few weeks now and reading your fics, but I just watched Endgame. I watched it yesterday and I need some comfort fics where it’s soft and the boys are in love because I feel attacked by the Russos and extremely disappointed 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 any fics you can recommend for a poor lost soul????

Hey there gorgeous Nonnie,

Oh, endgame will leave you in a nasty place for sure, but yes honey, I have a few fics that will put you right.

Here is a little list of fluffy fun for you, read and get your happy stucky vibes back. And let's pretend that other nonsense never existed, shall we? Good bub.

Becs fluffy recs:

they're gonna send us to prison for jerks by napricot

This is mostly inspired by this tumblr post and Sebastian Stan's hilarious look for I, Tonya in general. This was supposed to be a short lolzy undercover/mistaken identity type thing, but whoops. Now it's 24k of lolz and feelings!

Effects of Obliteration by geneticallydead

I wanted to write a Winter Soldier recovery fic, but with some kind of spin where there isn't the inherent angst of the Soldier, you know, trying to flat out murder Steve on several occasions.

So um, ta da?

*throws fic at you and runs*

Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail by MusingsOnBuckyBarnes, owlet

The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect

(Always rec this fic for comfort reading)

Sweater Weather by odetteandodile

hi all, i was in the mood for some lighthearted fall-themed shrunkyclunks and here's where we ended up!

enjoy some awkward flirting, banter, puppy-eyes, and fluffs.

The Right Wrong Number by giselleslash

Steve's one night stand blows him off with a wrong number, which just happens to be Bucky's number...

Steve Rogers. Cheerfully Slutty. by relenafanel

Steve Rogers. Cheerfully Slutty. But not going to take your shit about it.

Bucky Barnes. Voted most likely to fall in love first.

Red Carpet Rescue Mission by darter_blue

Just in case you, like me, are in the mood for adorable stucky shenanigans, I present this little bit of fun, based on the cutest anecdote I've heard in forever:

Irish presenter, Angela Scanlon, doesn't recognise Steven Spielberg at the BAFTA's

Subliminal Advertising by Kalee60

Hello and welcome to this absolute ridiculous story 

This came about from an actual visit to the supermarket when I not so proudly caught myself staring at a very nice looking man who may have had a wonderful shoulder to waist ratio that made me think of Steve... 

Love in Aisle Four by ixalit

When Bucky needs to swing by the supermarket after a long, hard day of work, the last thing he expects is to meet a cute grocery clerk named Steve…

When you say nothing at all by becassine

Sometimes the best conversations are never spoken aloud.

aka Bucky remembers some of his & Steve's more memorable kisses throughout their years.

Compatible - A Romantic Science Fiction Thriller in Four Parts by the1918

This fic was born into the world as a disgusting, smutty PWP plot bunny full of every a/b/o trope in the book. Then I watched it accidentally grow a plot and even sprout some world building. I apologize for what I have created.

night by the_gods_wife

Ch. 1: Steve and Bucky have to work together to neutralize a threat.

Ch. 2: Bucky is forced to defuse a tense situation

Stucky Tumblr Drabbles by TrekChik

A collection of Stucky drabbles, really a series of Meet-Cutes with an occasional high-context relationship, all about 1000 words or less.

Crash and Burn by HaniTrash

When you're the most feared assassin in the international spy world, who happens to also be an Omega, it's not exactly easy to scrounge up a willing partner. After all, everyone assumes you're an Alpha based on your size and generally grumpy nature. The website is an online matching service that seemed doubtful to his skeptical mind, but all he's looking for is a cock to ride out his heats with instead of doing all the work himself. Should be simple enough, right?

💗💗💗

There you go nonnie, lots of juicy fun fluff and smut for you to sink your teeth into. As always, mind the ao3 tags and ratings and enjoy!!!

[frestoniia]

What kind of advice would you give to first-time rp'ers on tumblr?

▹ Okay so full disclosure, there are probably people way more qualified to give this sort of advice than I am. I'm really kinda just makin this shit up as I go tbh. For general RP etiquette, I'd recommend reading this post here, since it explains the most important things a lot better than I could.

That being said, a lot of these are gonna boil down to mostly a personal preference, but I still think they're a good rule of thumb for most people to keep in mind, especially newbies.

Accessibility over Aesthetics. Now, 'accessibility' means different things to different people, so I'm not gonna pretend that there's a one-size-fits-all solution to this conundrum. However, when setting up your blog, it's important that everything is easy to find and easy to read. I'm not saying you shouldn't use fancy graphics or small fonts-- trust me, I totally get wanting everything to look aesthetically pleasing. But it's an rp blog, not a scavenger hunt. I find that having a mobile-friendly alternative to your important pages is a good compromise in this regard.

Try to make your rules clear and concise. By all means, elaborate on your rules as much as you need to. However, in my experience, people rarely read through the entirety of someone's rules page the first time, especially if it's super lengthy. I'm not saying long rules pages are bad, but I do think that being brief, yet comprehensive is a good way to ensure no important points are glossed over.

Try to have your pages set up before you start following people. This is really more of a personal preference, I think. Before I decide to follow a blog, I always make sure to read their pages (whether they're an oc or a canon character). But if there are no pages for me to read, not only will I not follow, but I'm definitely not gonna remember to go back and check again later. I'm not saying everything has to be 100% finished, but having the general information available from the get-go would be ideal.

Don't be pushy. I understand it can be disheartening when people won't follow you back, or don't show as much enthusiasm as you do. Trust me, I get it. And I know it's a lot easier to say 'just don't take it personally' than it is to actually not take it personally. But you won't be doing yourself any favors by pestering people or getting on their case about it. Don't unfollow and then re-follow to try and get their attention (admittedly I've done this in the past, but those were all accidents. My memory is just Bad and I sometimes forget whether or not I've already followed someone whoops), and accept that not everyone is going to want to write with you. Nor are you obligated to write with anyone you don't want to.

Don't be afraid to unfollow/block people. For any reason. Personally, I soft-block whenever I want to actually unfollow a mutual (blocking and then quickly un-blocking them so they're no longer following my blog), that way they know it was intentional. Goodness knows I've accidentally unfollowed people when I didn't mean to, thanks to tumblr's shitty layout. But yeah, you're allowed to block and/or unfollow people, and you don't owe anyone an explanation. Yes, it sucks when it happens to you, and it can leave you wondering what you did wrong. But the sooner you remember that we're all losers writing on the internet for fun and none of this shit actually matters, the happier you will be.

[big-ol-gay-disaster]

Late night All Might!

[3amcappuccino]

Friendly reminder this is an mmd model/pmx model

“The world adores me!”

Asmodeus, avatar of pain and suffering. just kidding >:0. The amount of struggles I went with Asmo??? Way too much. I was gonna release her two days ago, for my birthday lmao, but noooooo I had to add 69 morphs because haha 69. I was also very busy with life and stuff but now I have even less time to work on the next one,,, Basically I lost my mind with Asmo and she might be a bit glitchy. It was my first time actually making coat physics so I hope it’s not too bad (I mean it doesn’t look half bad...). The pass is different this time around and you need to go through ladies night’s tumblr to find Asmo’s cup size. hah. don’t ask. The amount of times I uploaded the file on mediafire because I would always see something that bothered me was so much that I decided to take the time to also make the hands similar to TDA, YYB etc. please send help.

I wish I was a confident queen like Asmo... 

:(

I don’t want to write this anymore but I’ll feel bad if I write something bad for Asmo since I love them a lot. Fun Fact: I write these normally when I don’t even have a preview of the model so I just put on a random image that I have saved and sometimes I’ll think that I would accidentally post the post with the wrong image and disown myself.

Asmo best girl

Oi @midnight-moodlet here’s ya girl

Stupid circle eye morph thing is dumb I don't think I'm ever gonna do it again

I DON’T WANT TO POSE HANDS EVER AGAIN   

Scarf clips like crazy but when I tried to fix it I accidentally exploded the model so I’ll fix that at a later date. There is also I believe a normal issue with the coat but I’ll also try to fix it at a later date because I don’t want to delay her further...

I’m so dumb cause I closed my tab while writing so it didn’t save so I needed to write everything again, more time lost...

The design belongs to @boxbusiness and there is an ask blog with the name @obeyme-ladiesnight if you're curious

Details and download under cut!

C R E D I T S  F O R  P R E V I E W 

Asmodeus by 3AM Cappuccino (still me!)

Stage by 小怪物爱吃柚子

Effects by:

          ⇒ Ray-cast by Rui

          ⇒ KiraKira sparkle by chestnutscoop and BeammanP

          ⇒ FXAA by Rui

          ⇒ Light-Bloom by Rui (I’m not even sure if I used this the program closed itself...

          ⇒ Filmgrain by Rui 

S I M P L E  E X T R A S/C H A N G E S

Replaced facial morphs

Added basic facial morphs found in TDA models and YYB

           ⇒ Morph inspirations did come from TDA models so you can use the model in multiple expressive motions!

Asmo has 69 morphs, lmao I wanted to add enough and do a little gift for you guys with more morphs

Extra facial morphs (like tears, heart eyes, etc.)

C R E D I T S  F O R  M O D E L

Body, face, top and Accesories by Vroid and 3AMCappuccino

Jacket made by SumireHaikuXNA and PeachMilk3D (It's heavily edited as you can tell)

Shorts made by Tehrainbowllama

Spas by AceYoen and Vroid

R U L E S

Credit 3AMCappuccino when using

Don't claim it's yours.

Don't redistribute

Tag me when using (Optional but I'll still love to see what you did!)

P R O H I B I T E D X

Don't claim as your own

Don't sell or trade the model

Don't take the body and head swap

A C C E P T A B L E ✓

Editing is fine

               (the model can clip and glitch sometimes so if you can fix it, contact me so I can update the link and I can credit you as well!)

Taking parts is good but ask first

               ⇒ When taking parts from the other credited, take the original, not my edited version, (I can give guidance though)

               ⇒ Another exception would be the earrings and scarf that was made by me, so instead ask me first before taking if you want be the earrings and/or scarf (p.s. don't take the earrings they are super heavy whoops, took them from another one of my models yet here I am without decimating)

V I D E O  P R E V I E W

D O W N L O A D

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Well I haven’t watched sp all the way through for about a decade now, so I thought it was time

Sometimes I wonder how accurate the fandom is when it comes to how we interpret the characters. Like, why is Stan a football star so often in fanfic and why’s Kyle always the smart one? So I thought I’d rewatch the show and make notes along the way to see where the source of all these interpretations is. I also wanted to see if I could get some fun info to analyze, but season 1 is pretty sparse in that regard so there’s not too much of that in this post, but I’ll make a post for all the other seasons too as I watch them

In summary, it’s established in season 1 already that Stan’s a star quarterback and an animal lover, Kyle’s an A+ student, and Kenny is poor and knows a lot about sex and doesn’t have many qualms about doing crazy shit. Cartman is a bit weird since he’s mostly just a naive brat in this season, but he and Kyle have a mildly antagonistic friendship already

I have all my notes under this cut. They include a bunch of small details and other observations. I also listed every Kenny death just because

Ike has freckles

Cartman says “Weak!” and “You guys” and “Seriously” a lot from the start, also “Kickass!” He doesn’t say weak or kickass much in the later seasons iirc

Stan says “Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here” three times in this season but they dropped that catchphrase pretty quickly

Bebe got named in episode 2

Stan’s been an animal lover since s01e03 Volcano since he won’t shoot a bunny or anything else. He does shoot Scuzzlebutt at the end though

Cartman’s a pathological liar but in a childish way

Randy got named in s01e03 Volcano (and it only got worse from there)

The mayor went to Princeton

South Park is next to Mt. Evanson

Kenny will literally drink gasoline

Stan’s a star quarterback in 3rd grade

Clyde’s voice is wrong as hell in S01E04 Big Gay Al’s Big Gay Boat Ride and he has a dog, Rex

Garrison says Kyle is an A+ kid

Shelly seriously abuses Stan, punching him, throwing him, maiming him with a lawnmower

Cartman had a pot-bellied pig called Fluffy

Cartman’s mom smokes crack and has sex with strange men

Dr. Mephesto is probably a Buddhist since he says “Thank Buddha” instead of “Thank God”

Clyde’s voice gets kind of fixed in S01E06

A guy called Mr. McCormick is killed in a protest, launched and splattered against a network building. He doesn’t look like Kenny’s dad though

Zombie Clyde attacks Bebe, rude

Wendy gave her costume contest prize (2 tons of candy) to hungry children in Nairobi

Cartman’s mom is on the cover of Crack Whore magazine. “Back do’ ho… Five on one action!” is the headline

Cartman genuinely cries at Kenny’s grave after the whole zombie thing but gets over it because of candy

Stan knows his mom’s credit card number and has no problem using it to adopt an Ethiopian child (the boys wanted a watch that came with the adoption, they weren’t doing it to be nice)

Cartman calls Stan a vas deference, Stan doesn’t know what that is so Kenny says “Dude, it’s a pipe for your peepee” (according to a transcript). Kenny sure knows male anatomy

Kyle sniffs Kenny after Cartman asks why poor people smell like sour milk and Garrison says “idk eric they just do”

Cartman thinks poor people should die and decrease the surplus population

When the boys get Starvin’ Marvin delivered to them, Cartman says “Hey mom, we found an Ethiopian, can we keep him?” and his mom says “Sure, hun.” She rarely says no to Cartman

Kenny’s dad is an alcoholic who drinks scotch according to Cartman. I mean, Mr. McCormick is seen drinking in multiple episodes and has a hat that says SCOTCH so it’s probably true

Kenny’s family says grace

Craig’s first appearance is S01E09. Also, S01E09 is the first time Kenny doesn’t die (Coincidence? I THINK yeah but it’s still fun)

Clyde got named in S01E10

Clyde and Bebe both spit on Pip’s face, friendship goals <3

Cartman and Kyle have their first fight at Cartman’s birthday party because Kyle didn’t give the right gift. Cartman slaps his face and  screams “I hate you! I want you to die! Die!” while on top of Kyle who’s not really fighting back

Satan throws a fight with Jesus after everyone except Satan bet that Jesus would lose, which leads to Satan winning everyone’s money. Mr. Garrison says “What a mean thing to do!” and Jimbo says “He is a jerk!” and I thought it was quite a laugh so I wrote it down

In S01E11 Tom’s Rhinoplasty Bebe and Wendy are sitting in the swings together and generally appear together throughout the episode, then Bebe gives Wendy a makeover so they’re bffs obviously <3

Craig first appears in the classroom, though not sitting down, in S01E11

Wendy’s not happy about Ms. Ellen taking Stan away from her, she says “Don’t fuck with me! Stay away from my man, bitch, or I’ll whoop your sorry ho ass back to last year!”

Kenny gives Ms. Ellen a scrumptious looking sausage as a valentine’s gift and giggles deviously. Wendy’s gift to Ms. Ellen is a dead animal

Even Kenny doesn’t know what a lesbian is

Wendy’s grandma died in S01E11

Wendy gets Ms. Ellen killed by hiring the Iraqi government (?) to put her in a rocket and shoot it into the sun, then she and Bebe have a pool party (very cool, they wear sunglasses 😎) and watch the rocket hit the sun

Cartman and Pip play a game of kicking each other in the nuts until someone falls. Cartman calls it “Roshambo”

Kenny has a sack of marbles

The boys aren’t fans of Barbra Streisand, but Stan is a fan of the Denver Broncos quarterback John Elway (he’s not a quarterback anymore, he’s an American football executive and the president of football operations for the Denver Broncos of the NFL according to wikipedia.)

Officer Barbrady is a fan of Fiona Apple (who was 20 at the time and had only one album released called Tidal)

Ned knows how to pilot a helicopter

Kyle’s mom is a fan of Streisand unlike literally everyone else, she even gets an autograph from Mecha Streisand

The boys are fans of Robert Smith, the lead singer of The Cure. Stan says “Robert Smith is the greatest person that ever lived!” and Kyle says “Disintegration is the best album ever!” and Cartman says “Robert Smith kicks ass!” and Kenny’s dead so he doesn’t get to have an opinion

Cartman has tea parties with his toys: Polly Prissypants, Clyde frog, Peter Panda, and a dragon called Rumpertumskin

Kyle wants to make fun of Cartman for the tea party but Stan stops him because he’s concerned that Cartman needs help

Craig is in front of the school counselor’s office in S01E13

A young miss Cartman drinks like a motherfucker at the 12th annual drunken barn dance where Cartman was supposedly conceived

Stan lets Cartman borrow his bike like a good friend

Garrison wanted to have a threesome with Chef and Cartman’s mom. I don’t know why I’m making a note of this but uh… yeah.

Cartman’s mom has had sex with everyone at this bar that Garrison’s drinking at, including principle Victoria, the mayor, Father Maxi, and Jesus (and maybe Kenny’s dad since he’s at the bar but the camera doesn’t pan to him when Garrison says they’ve all slept with Liane). Later Gerald Broflovski is a possible father to Eric, so he fucked her too. Also Mr. Mephesto and his friend Kevin, that little guy, are candidates along with a lot of other people, including the 1989 Denver Broncos (and Mr. Tenorman is included in that later)

Cartman doesn’t make fun of Kyle for being Jewish much at all in this season even though the Christmas episode is all about Kyle not celebrating

Clyde and Token appear very early on and Clyde has always been in the classroom (along with Bebe, Red, Kevin Stoley, Wendy, and Pip and uhh DogPoo too I think). Craig appears later in the season and Tweek’s not in season 1 at all, so Craig’s gang isn’t really a thing yet

And here’s a list of the ways Kenny died in this season. He dies in every episode except episode 9, and he dies twice in episodes 2 and 3. Altogether he dies 14 times

S01E01 Killed after alien shoots him, cows stampede over him, then cop runs him over which finally actually kills him

S01E02 Killed in a play by a falling teepee, then a second time shot by Garrison which sends him in the air and he gets impaled on a flagpole on the way down

S01E03 Killed by a volcano rock that burns him then rolls on him but he’s alive again in the end but gets shot by Ned’s gun that he drops and it accidentally goes off

S01E04 Gets his arms and head torn off in an American football game

S01E05 Stan’s clone punches Kenny into a microwave where he gets cooked alive

S01E06 Death touches Kenny

S01E07 Kenny gets crushed by a Russian space station and turns into a zombie because he gets Worcestershire sauce in his veins, then Kyle chainsaws zombie Kenny in half, then zombie Kenny rises from his grave and is crushed by a statue and a plane

S01E08 Kenny is killed by a bunch of turkeys. His eye gets plucked out. It’s dark blue

S01E10 After Kenny gets turned into a duck-billed platypus, Jimbo and Ned shoot him

S01E11 Ms. Ellen throws a sword through Kenny’s face

S01E12 While Mecha Streisand and a giant robot Leonard Maltin fight, Kenny plays with a tetherball and gets the rope wrapped around his neck and it strangles him

S01E13 Kenny gets stuck on a go kart and it drags him around but stops and he’s still alive! Too bad the go kart stops on train tracks and a train runs him over. Stan’s grandpa sends a video of the event to America’s Stupidest Home Videos and wins $10,000

If you read all that, first of all hello. I’m not new to the fandom even though this is the first thing I’ve posted on this tumblr blog. I’ve been writing a fanfic called Caffetamine though so I’m not a complete non-entity. Anyway, I’ll watch season 2 soon and post my notes on that too probably.