#i forgot i had that sweat mod on

[squeezesublime]

bella goth looks great today, doesn't she 😅

[sunsweets-a]

ohhhhhhhh boy.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

I'll Know

Tendou Satori x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, outdoor blowjob, creampie, cum swallowing, oral (male and female receiving), lots and lots of praise!! I wrote Satori as reader's first intimate partner! Just smutty smut smut smut lolol

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's note: Oh my god, it's been so so long since I've posted a fic on here this is insane. College and life have been so so hectic and I completely forgot about the page Mod Kenma and I made :,) Mod Kenma is so good with keeping consistent and everything on here and I'm going to try and do the same since I've found myself writing with them a lot more now! I'm so sorry for the long hiatus, but I wrote this fic a couple of weeks ago and thought it would be a nice way to start my comeback! I hope you all know that you're more than welcome to request anything from me, just make sure you specify that you want it written by me haha! I hope you enjoy the smut, I had so much fun writing it!!

I'd love to hear everyone's feedback on this, so don't hesitate to let me know on how I can make things better or if you enjoyed it!

~Mod Shoyo <3

The bright lights of Shiratorizawa’s gym hurt Y/N’s eyes as she walked inside. Today, the volleyball club was going to be hosting a late night practice. Normally, Friday nights were reserved for date nights between Y/N and Satori, but she never ever minded coming to watch Tendou practice. There was no hiding how she really felt about watching him practice.

It got her going.

Something about her tall, lanky boyfriend sweating his ass off playing sports just did something to her. She was well aware of this feeling and found it slightly funny every time Satori tried to push practice to the side for her. “Now, why would you do that, ‘Tori? Volleyball is your passion. I really don’t mind staying for a couple hours to watch you and then getting to hang out with you after!”

Tendou always appreciated Y/N so much more when she said things like that. Little did he know that he was only fueling her drive to chase him. To jump his bones the second that he was finished with his practice. Tonight was no different. Y/N came waltzing into the gym in her black t-shirt dress, her eyes darting across every single body she saw to search for her boyfriend. The second that Tendou noticed her, his posture stiffened and he made a bee-line straight towards her.

“Well, look at you in that black dress of yours,” Tendou flirted, his tone light and playful but his voice was resting in a deeper part of his throat. “Don’t you look delicious.”

Y/N blushed and stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. He smirked against her kiss and brought his right arm around her waist to pull her close to him while his other arm carried his water bottle. The second they pulled away, she could already feel herself getting riled up. His normally spiked up hair was sitting slightly damp now. Most of it was still intact, but some of the front strands were sticking to his forehead, absolutely drenched in sweat.

“How’s practice going, baby?” Y/N smiled, her eyes too focused on his sweat than his actual ruby orbs. 

“Coach had us do some punishments because Goshiki didn’t receive a ball correctly,” Tendou tossed a look over to Goshiki who was cowering in a corner, gripping a ball tightly in between his hands cursing himself. “Other than that, It’s going pretty average.”

Y/N smiled and nodded her head. “Well, go knock ‘em dead baby, I’ll be right here watching!”

Tendou grinned from ear to ear and stooped down to press one last kiss to her lips. As Tendou turned on his heel to start running back, Y/N leaned forward and laid a harsh slap on his ass to motivate him. Tendou turned slowly with a smirk and walked back towards her. He towered over her like a skyscraper, looking down on her with the most shit-eating grin she’d ever seen.

“My turn.”

Before she had any time to think, Satori's hand was unleashing the most pain-inducing, heartstopping, panty dropping slap on her ass. She yelped and listened to the sound echo throughout the gym. His palm remained on her right cheek, she could feel his fingers curl up and feel around. He jumped slightly, then leaned down to get his lips right next to her ear.

“You dirty girl,” He whispered huskily. His voice sent shivers down her spine and she could feel the heat between her legs growing. “No panties huh? And were you thinking about telling me?” Y/N gulped and turned to the side slightly.

“It was supposed to be a surprise after practice.”

Tendou hummed. He turned on his heel once more and walked away. His shoes squeaking against the gym floor slowly dissipating gave her the ‘okay’ to finally relax. Y/N made her way over to one of the courtside benches and took a seat. With her legs crossed, she let her eyes linger on her red-head boyfriend.

The middle blocker was working overtime tonight. His guesses were on point, every single possible hunch he could have had about a spiker’s decisions were completely right. She could only imagine the type of psycho-analysis that was going on in his head right now, how meticulous he had to be in order to block everyone on the other side of the net.

She was wrong.

Tendou was on his game because he knew that she was watching him. He could feel her eyes lingering on him, only paying attention to his movements and no one else’s. Who was she, to sit on that damn bench with no panties on in front of all of his teammates. He could only imagine the juices that were marinating in her cunt right now, he was salivating at the thought of it. His hunger was only fueling his movements, a snide smirk resting on his face. 

One of the managers rushed around giving all of the players’ some towels to wipe themselves off. Once Tendou was handed his own, he turned slightly and noticed Y/N had taken some extra interest in watching him. He scoffed and pressed the towel against his forehead and neck, wiping off all the remnants of his hard work. Y/N licked her lips and didn’t let her gaze falter for a second. Tendou’s legs carried him over towards his girlfriend once more. His aura was radiating pure starvation. He couldn’t even keep eye contact with her for more than a millisecond before letting his eyes drop down to her crossed legs. He could feel himself get hard just knowing that he was the only one that got to spread those legs. To see what was beyond her gorgeous thighs.

He tossed the towel at her nonchalantly. “Hold this for me, would you baby? Just a little while longer.”

Y/N was quick to catch the towel and let it rest in her lap. She could feel herself getting warmer, at this point she started to regret not wearing underwear. She knew that she was going to spill the juices that Satori claimed as his all over the floor once she stood up, but for right now. At this very moment. She could care less. Her mind was turning into mush, and it didn’t help that Tendou would toss her looks in between practice sets.

Her pussy was aching. Tendou had been her very first intimate partner, and she loved the idea that her pussy was molded into a hole that fit his dick perfectly. She was growing more restless by the second, counting down each second that went by that Tendou wasn’t rearranging her intestines. Finally, like a bright light shining down from the heavens, practice was called to an end and everyone started to pack up the equipment and their things. Once everyone was finally done with their chores, Tendou slowly made his way back to his girlfriend.

“Can I see that towel in your lap, pretty girl?” Tendou grinned, holding his hand out in front of her. She nodded and dropped the towel into his palm. “Thank you darling~”

As Tendou wiped his face again, Y/N was fuming. Her entire body was quivering with nothing short of pure lust for Satori. And the worst part of it all, was she knew that he was teasing her. He was dragging his feet when he walked, he was taking his time to get each individual bead of sweat off of his face, he knew that she was dying for his touch.

“Alright baby, let’s go. Are you ready?” Y/N didn’t give him any time to change his mind. She was off the bench and ready to go with her purse at the sound of his voice.

Tendou chuckled and draped an arm loosely around her shoulders, pulling her close to him as he slung his duffel bag over his left shoulder. They had finally made it outside the gym. Sure, they only took one step outside, but Y/N was practically dizzy with how much fresh air was hitting her face right now. Before they could walk any further, Tendou stopped them both in their tracks.

“Oops! I forgot my jacket on the bench, I’ll be right back love,”

Y/N was fed up. She was seething, begging to be touched and he kept setting them back. She looked to her left and noticed a corner that the lights weren’t hitting. She moved into the shadows and waited patiently for Tendou’s figure to walk out the door. After watching most of his teammates leave with their bags and set off on their journey’s back home, Y/N was ready to get what she wanted.

The second she could smell his after-practice musk, she grabbed hold of his arm and yanked him into the corner with her. Tendou looked down at her with a cocky smirk and raised an eyebrow. “And what’s this about?” She looked up into his fiery ruby orbs and made no sound.

Her fingers grabbed hold of the band of his practice shorts and looped a finger into the band of his briefs before using all the strength she had to yank them down his legs. His cock sprung to life before her very eyes and she found some sort of relief in knowing that he was just as worked up as she was. She licked her lips and nearly drooled at his feet just at the mere sight. His tip was swollen, his shaft curved upwards, it was a gorgeous sight to see. Tendou gulped before finally speaking.

“Suck it.”

Y/N had already gathered up all the spit she could in her mouth. She spat onto his cock and didn’t even bother to start to stroke him. She took his entire dick in her mouth and felt his tip hit the back of her mouth. She had no strength to push her legs together anymore and slowly just let them spread apart. Her knees were starting to burn from the small rocks and pebbles that had littered the sidewalk, but she was too busy drowning in her horniness to care. The guttural groan that left Tendou’s mouth as she deep throated him was enough to send her over the edge. Her head was bobbing up and down his shaft, her lips gliding across his drenched cock.

“Fu-fuck baby. Take this cock like a good girl,” Tendou sighed heavily. “Fuck, you suck me off so good baby.”

The words of encouragement egged her on, pushing her to grip whatever wasn’t covered by her mouth with her hands and begin to stroke while she sucked. Tendou nearly banged his head into the wall from the immense pleasure that took over him. He was trying so hard not to cum down her throat as fast as he wanted to. Y/N knew that he was holding himself back, but she didn’t bother to berate him or tease him for it. What mattered was that she had his cock in her mouth and she was going to swallow every last drop of cum he had to offer.

She could feel him twitch in her mouth, every vein that was ready to burst getting eased with the coolness of her saliva. She deep throated once more and felt some pre-cum slide down her tongue. She pulled her mouth off of his dick, still stroking him with one hand while she popped his cleanly shaven balls in her mouth. Tendou clamped a hand over his mouth to try and prevent the loud groan that fell from his lips; even covered by his hand his moan was loud enough to get some stares.

Y/N moved back up to eye-level with his cock and spread her hot mouth all over it once more. She bobbed her head as fast as she could, feeling his dick twitch faster than before. It wasn’t until Tendou’s sweet groan entered her ears that she realized he had painted the back of her throat with his cum. She pulled herself off of his dick for the last time, snot falling from her nose, tears falling from her damp eyelashes and down her swollen cheeks. 

Tendou looked down and moved her loose hair out of her face, watching her tongue fall out of her mouth still covered in his cum. Within a second, she swallowed whatever of his load was leftover in her mouth and let her body slump. Tendou noticed her relaxed nature and immediately lifted her up into his arms.

“Don’t think this is over. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when we get back to my dorm.” Y/N laid in his arms completely lifeless, her mind still only focused on the pleasure she had given her boyfriend just now. 

She had no concept of time, or even realized how much time she had taken to suck him off outside of the gym, but none of it mattered. It wasn’t until he threw her onto his bed that she snapped back to reality. Her hair was a mess, her face was flushed with a red color, her legs could barely stay closed. Tendou was huffing, heavily breathing as he threw his shirt over his head and tugged his boxers down once more. He didn’t bother to take Y/N’s dress off. What was the point if he had easy access anyways?

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of this pussy,” Tendou growled, pressing lazy kisses to the sides of her neck. “My pussy.”

Y/N’s ears were ringing. The second she felt his lips on her neck her entire body went into shock. She felt so sensitive, anywhere he touched immediately made her quiver. She wanted to take every piece of clothing off of her, she felt like she was roasting in 100 degree summer heat. Tendou’s long, slender fingers wrapped around her knees and yanked her legs apart. His eyes widened and he stared at her glistening pussy like it was a gift given to him by god. And it was. Tendou licked his lips and fell to his knees. He gripped the backs of her legs and pulled her to the edge of his bed, her pussy right in his face. 

He wasted no time in diving his tongue in between her folds. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit before gathering up some of her wetness like a spoon. He was eating her up like a starved man, smacking his lips and burying his face in her. Her noises were enough to wake up every single member of his team in the building, but that was the least of his worries. He had a cunt, shining with pure excitement  under the lights right in front of him, and it was all his. His dick was so painfully hard and he wanted nothing more than to just slam it inside of her, but she was dying to suck him off, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t dying to feast on her pussy.

“Te-Tendou, please,” Y/N whined. “Please just fuck me, I-I can’t take it anymore.” Her words stopped his actions. She whined from the loss of friction and his swift motions.

He stood up and wiped his mouth of whatever juices she left on his lips. He had never heard anything more sexy than her pleads for him to fuck her in all his life. He smiled from ear to ear and came down to press his lips onto hers. “Whatever you want, baby. Your wish is my command.”

Tendou lined himself up with her entrance. He slowly started to push his tip into her. Once just his tip had been swallowed by her cunt, he grabbed hold of her hips tightly and bucked his hips so hard into hers that she nearly screamed. The harsh slap of his balls slapping against her skin made a clapping noise, and he started to pound into her like his life depended on it. The sound of her loud moans only fueled him to keep drilling his cock into her. He leaned down and buried his face in her chest, loving the feeling of her tits bouncing in his face. He pulled himself out of her and lifted her into his arms. He sat down on the edge of his bed and sat her on his lap. Y/N got the picture and quickly slammed herself onto his dick. 

“God damn, Y/N. Ride this dick, take this dick like a good girl.”

Y/N sank her teeth into his shoulder as she bounced up and down on his cock. She could feel the coil in her stomach slowly unraveling with every slap their sweaty bodies made. She pulled her face out of his neck to see that his eyebrows were furrowed, the groans leaving his mouth nearly making her cream on their own. Tendou grabbed a fistful of her hair into a makeshift ponytail and held it up for her, the breeze that hit her neck sending goosebumps down her hot skin.

Tendou could feel that she had gotten tired of picking herself up, his hands moved down to her hips and gripped them so hard that she was sure his fingers would be bruised into her skin. He held her up and thrusted as fast as he could, his balls slapping against the bottom of her ass with every move. Y/N dug her nails into his back, sure that she drew blood with how hard she was holding him.

She lowered herself back down onto him once more and simply served as a hole for him to fuck himself with. He moved her at his own tempo, lifting her body up and down his cock with the strength he had. Her legs quivered and she could feel herself getting close.

“To- Tori, I’m gonna,” She couldn’t even finish her sentence before it was drowned out with the harmonious sounds of their moans joining together.

“Let it go love, cream all over this cock for me.” Tendou practically yelled through clenched teeth. 

Within seconds, both of their moans joined together once more for a grand finale. Y/N’s body fell limp, her bare chest resting on top of his. Tendou was still twitching inside of her, his hands coming up to caress her back lovingly. After a few minutes that way, Y/N finally sat up to pull herself off of his dick. The sight she was met with nearly made her want him to fuck her again, but she was far too tired.

Satori’s ruby eyes focused on her pussy as she pulled herself off. Strands of their combined cum looked like strings holding their two bodies together. Y/N relaxed and Tendou could see a cluster of his cum slide out of her pussy and down the sides of her legs.

Tendou reached into his drawer and grabbed some cool wet wipes to clean themselves off, he handled his lover with such care, feeling her jump every time he brought the wipe anywhere near her still sensitive pussy. Tendou moved every article of clothing that sat on top of his covers off and threw it somewhere into the corner of the room. He grabbed Y/N’s waist and pulled her next to him, helping her get under the covers and into his arms.

“That’s probably the best sex we have ever had.”

Y/N nodded, barely able to catch her breath. “I feel so much better now,”

Tendou just chuckled and pressed his lips lazily against her own. “I love you baby, with all of my heart. Thank you for always being so devoted to pleasuring me.”

She smiled and pressed a kiss against his lips before nuzzling into his neck. “I love you Satori,”

The two of them yawned, falling asleep within seconds. Satori felt his entire body finally truly relax, and knowing that she would be here in his arms in the morning made his sleep that much better.

He thought to himself that maybe every date night should end like this, but he knew he would never hear the end of that conversation.

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch (SOTUS) 2/5

Since so many people voted for the two blacklisted shows I was supposed to watch during Pride, it unlocked the wild card of me rewatching my sworn enemy SOTUS. I don't remember anything about the show, and the only thing I truly took away from it was hating Krist for the last eight years, so I'm settling in and revisiting the past to figure out why I forgot about every single plot point of this show including that Jan was in it and that Kongpob x M were the perfect ghost ship.

I left off praying that Arthit gets meaner before he gets nicer, which I consider as getting better before he gets worse, but since I'm getting Dangerous Romance flashbacks flash forwards, I doubt Arthit can commit to bullying Kong much longer before he turns full simp.

How am I not supposed to root for Kong x M when M looks so devastated every time Kong leaves his side to go talk to May. I know M likes May, but the way these scenes are set up, it's hard not to think that M likes Kong and he is in pain when everyone else gets his friend's time since he has known Kong SINCE JUNIOR HIGH!

Thrilled that Wad is always ready to lay hands first and ask questions later. Also excited that he is motivated by pettiness just like me, so the only reason he is playing in the tea product placement game is just to spite the seniors. Petty work makes the dream work. Amen.

The pink milk in this series needs to be studied because on one end of the spectrum, we in BL Land know the pink milk is a staple of a Thai BL (which is slowly coming back in Last Twilight, Only Friends, Addicted Heroin and I Saw You in My Dream), but on the other end, the show itself treats the pink milk like those dumb hot takes from people asking if drinking fruity cocktails makes a man a fruit, or if sucking on popsicles makes a man want to suck a dick, or if eating food in general makes a man queer. It just feels as if this show treats Arthit that way every time he orders it, like "GOTCHA, QUEER!"

If I were that food vendor, and Kong started popping out with these little nuggets while Arthit just kept threatening him, their business would be all up in the group chat because I'd be messaging all my friends that these two gay guys were practically foreplaying right in front of my salad pork skewers.

So of course Arthit would show up to the game just to stand there and glare at a man drenched in sweat from playing a hard game of basketball like the internalized-homophobic asshat he is.

God, some things never change.

WE GOT COCA-COLA MONEY?!

I gasped not because of the note on this conversation but because of the comment coming from AN OPENLY GAY MAN on the hazers squad. I am not Thai, so the only way I can relate to the hazers is through Greek life (fraternities and sororities), and even a long long time ago, I knew openly gay men in frats, and they pulled ALL the girls since girls felt safer around them than the straights, but the look Prem and Arthit are giving Tuta when he says this is what I'm laser-focused on because they show toleration rather than acceptance. I'm taking those looks personally.

Arthit continues to say Kong's face is annoying, but he never says it's ugly. Sir, I see your gay awakening on the horizon.

AND M WITH THE FUCKING LOOKS AGAIN! He is looking at Kong on stage then looking at May looking at Kong on the stage, and I know where this is going, but my god does it feel like M is sad because he believes Kong is straight and wouldn't reciprocate the feelings he has for his best friend SINCE JUNIOR HIGH!

I have made it clear that I do not like Krist (I believe his acting is flimsy but I can't even act like I like people, so who am I to judge), but I don't think the people behind the filming of this show liked him either because these opening title cards between the parts of the episodes are doing him dirty.

Excuse me, little stage presenter, I need to know what the fuck was going on with this performance that they had a western theme with modern guns. Was it Big Sean's "I Don't Fuck With You"?

And why is Jan looking like Taylor Swift in "Teardrops On My Guitar"? This show was in 2016, but the styling and hair are in 2003.

Now the judges are coming for Kong, and Lord knows he is going to answer in the most uncontroversial way because Kong refuses to pick a side against hazing and the boy he likes being punished by.

*eye roll* I did not think I'd make it here this quickly, but I'm on Arthit's side because Kong IS annoying. Jan's character looks full-on Stockholm Syndrome into the camera when Kong is answering, yet homeboy is just over there giving the most ridiculous reason of "our hazers have their reasons for hazing us" and now I see the direct line to GMMTV forgiving parents for abuse (Double Savage!).

Kong can play basketball really well. He remembers everyone's name. The whole class wanted him to be president. He is great in school. Now he is the Freshy Moon. Marsha, Marsha, Marsha. I hate this kid.

M, my most beloved, now I see why you're quiet a lot.

I appreciate M for also stating that Kong is just great at everything without trying, but it also feels that he is hyping up his boy because he has been IN LOVE WITH HIS SINCE JUNIOR HIGH!

In a room full of people, only Kong notices that M is unhappy, and now I see the direct they-are-married-but-not-a-couple line to Peaceful Property. New understands these roles well.

THE QUESTIONS THAT NEED ANSWERS! Can you run 54 laps, Arthit? Can you squat 200 times, Prem? These freshmen won everything, yet Arthit is still being a dickwad, and he just got his ass off of school probation. Bold move, sir! I want the juniors to suffer. Except for Bright. My boy has never done anything wrong, and if he did, he didn't.

I saw an umbrella in The Ex-Morning pilot trailer, and if that show doesn't give me a scene of these two arguing in the rain over the dumbest shit, then what is the point?

All those people watching Arthit, and none of his boys could run with him? If the purpose of hazing is unity, obviously the juniors didn't get that memo when they were being hazed as freshmen, so why continue the traditions that they don't even abide by?! Arthit is better than me because I would have crawled my ass back to my dorm before accepting their help SINCE THEY DIDN'T EVEN RUN LAPS! And now this little freshman wants to be up in his face. What's the point of the umbrella now?! He is a boy in a BL who has been in the rain for hours. HE IS ALREADY GOING TO DIE NO THANKS TO YOU UNHELPFUL DOUCHE NOZZLES!

I was just on Arthit's side, but then the show decided to tell me that entire seniors-hazing-the-juniors thing was a setup, and mixed with most of the images on Arthit's door being black-and-white, and one of those images being Charles Manson's Rolling Stone cover, I'm back to hating him again. So in case anyone is still following along, I now hate both of the leads. Can I get M and Bright back?

Kong says several times that Arthit can punish him, then he irons Arthit's clothes. If this show would just lean into the kink of it all, I would embrace everything about it. If Kong could just be a masochist dom, I would be delighted. JAPAN, COME HERE RIGHT NOW! Fuck remaking Love in the Air! Remake this kinky shit instead!

This is what a sado sub looks likes and Japan would know exactly what to do with him. Now I'm mad that I'm watching the babygirl-fication of a perfectly good jerk.

Well hello there you two! You wanna make out before going to the hospital? Maybe keep it all a secret from everybody else? I'm so pissed that I can't remember this plot now because I don't think they will be a thing BUT THEY WOULD BE PERFECT!

And I'm still rooting for my boy M to get his best friend since unlike Arthit, M can at least acknowledge that his friend is pretty to his face. No internalized homophobia here but probably because M isn't even a homo. I've sailed ships with less.

😬🥴🙃 Thank you subtitler for keeping the word. It's important. So are the looks that I'm taking personally. And BRIGHT IS THE ONE TO SAY IT! So I like M now and only M. Everyone can eat dirt and choke.

Arthit's nickname means warmth? I'm starting to remember why I forgot this show. Like Celine Dion, "It's All Coming Back to Me Now"

And I hate it.

[fiddlefords-garage]

*A figure would stumble out of a nearby door in a cloud of smoke and coughs, he waved an arm out in front of him to try and dissipate the fumes and shook his head. He looked familiar.*

"I... don't know what I expected from that, but lesson learned! Who knew old tech was so flammable—"

*He seemed to mumble to himself before noticing that he wasn't alone in the space. This... was Stanford, or at least someone who looked like an aged clone of sorts. He looked older, more weathered, his coat was the same and clearly his sense of fashion didn't shift much either with the burgundy suit.*

"Fiddleford?? Is that you???"

*The man seemed to be both surprised and bewildered by the situation, as if he didn't just stumble out of a broom closet in a plume of grey gas. Not that it was likely the most odd thing to see given how Gravity Falls just is.*

"I am just on a roll today with meeting anyone and everyone! Peculiar- but cool!"

*If he was a Stanford, and those six-fingers weren't something so easily faked so most likely, then the attitude shift and personality disparity was no short of jarring.*

[OOC: from @gftimelord hey mod! I hope you don't mind this little blurb, love your stuff so I'd like to interact! Feel free to ignore this though if it's not your cup of tea :D]

" AAAAAGGHH!! "

Fiddleford shrieked in fear, pulling out what seemed to be some sort of 'doohickey' from his coat pocket. He instictively pointed it at the other version of Stanford, frightened. It seemed mechanical, almost futuristic, but still had components that made it clear that it was almost like it was made in a garage. The 'memory gun', as he called it.

" Whatits— where in the world did you come from!? You came out of the air! Like.. air! "

Fiddleford wiped sweat from his brow, before hiding the weapon in his lab coat pocket once more. He glanced at the man's gloved hands, noticing the six digits on each. Fiddleford let out a sigh of relief.

" Sorry. Got scared fer a bit there. But, the question still stands; where the heck did you come from? Are ya one of those alternate universe thingymajigs? "

(ooc: hey!! decided to check out ur blog due to this ask and OH MY GOD IT IS SO COOL UR SO COOL.. also. im so happy you love my stuff tysm!!!! im so sorry for the late response i completely forgot about tumblr for about a day LOL)

[kaibacorpintern]

I sense an impending category 5 fandom event (Yugioh DM favorite ship poll), so to spare us all some pain and annoying discourse and bloodshed over several weeks, I've run a simulation of how it would go. let's assume it was seeded correctly and powerhouse ships get pitted against rarepairs in the first round, but this does not mean we're short on surprises.

discoursebait ships like scandal, toon, and tabloid get swept immediately. voters who are not bakurae get confused between gemship, angstship, thiefship, deathship, and citronship and vote for what they think is one ship, but is actually some other ship, bc the poll mod forgot to put the character names in the polls and they get lots of anons about it. dragon is taken out by wish. kiddyship and siblingship are matched up and you can choose whoever you want to win, bc it doesn't matter. gets obliterated by pride in the next round. There is brief but intense discourse around calling it "puppy" or "violet" or "joukai" or "kaijou." the poll mod gets annoyed and just calls it "kaiba/joey" in perpetuity. visionship makes a valiant effort before falling in the round of sixteen to whichever bakurae ship pulled out of the initial bloodbath, sweating and spitting blood.

Rivalship trots along at a strong and respectable pace, but ultimately falls to violetship because violet have had the ship propaganda game on lock for decades, and rival is a post-DSOD new wave resurgence ship. Ships that pair Kaiba with a woman (mizu, azure, blue, trust) have very few but very devoted fans who lovingly write heartfelt propaganda, but this is a shounen series for teenage boys, so we're fighting a doomed, sisyphean battle here. ergo, every kaiba/woman ship gets steamrolled. however, "crack" ship Kaiba/Kaiba (moneyshipping) gets the single best written propaganda - loving, insightful, and deeply profound (It's not crack. It's real to ME). sealshipping and kingshipping fight to the death. whoever wins loses to stubbornshipping, because i want stubbornshipping to win at least one round. we make passive aggressive vague posts. we rally the ship discord servers. we send DMs to our trusted mutuals and besties: HOWWW did this ship LOSE TO THAT ONE?!?!?!! WHERE IS THE JUSTICE?

regardless, the polls continue. Puzzle eats up literally everyone on its way to the final four. prideshipping reaches the round of eight, after defeating peach, due to posts escaping fandom containment, but falls to puzzle, in a crushing blow to me personally. This is an honorable death. In all honesty I completely forgot about heartship. if you ship this, you can pretend it did really well, but then it lost to a ship you also like, so you're pretty satisfied overall. If you don't ship this, you don't have to think about it.

In the final four violet loses to puzzle. The bakurae ship falls. this leaves puzzle, a worthy and beloved ship, facing off against the final contender: keg.

[angry-moon-delusion]

WARRING TO ANNYONE READING THIS

The Lisa Series And By Existent Its Fanworks tackle A lot of heavy Topics, Your Mental Health Shold ALWAYS Come First,

(also I meant to post this DAYS ago but I forgot, opps)

@rhodeybugg

I’m ready

here we go >:)

I PRESENT YOU

LISA: THE GRAB BAG OF FAN GAMES AND SOME OTHER KNICK-KNAKS-USB RPG

also hand reveal-

BUT FIRST... A Little Background…

I’ve been saving bad boy for like almost a year

Something You Don't Know About Me Is That I Can't Accept Impermanence, When Something I Find Online Is Gone I Get A Little Upset, And when i Really Had An Lisa Itch In My Lifetime, I've Collected Almost EVERY Lisa Fangame I've come across

you probably know Lisa Has A Metric BOATLOAD of Fan Games

Or You Probably only know of hopeful and pointless but now you know

Anyways, How Much content is there?

18,969 total files

370 foulders (tho like 100 are just some of the zipped files unzipped )

AND 48.1 GIGABYTES

inside this usb contains EVERY Fangame I Could Find On Gamejolt, itch, some random showcase videos on yt, and the LISA fan project archive on the internet archive!

This Grab bag Has Almost EVERY THING You can think of, Good fan games, bad fan games, unfinished fan games, simple fight mods, fights from another Enemy’s Pov mods like YET ANOTHER ARNOLD SPITZ PERSPECTIVE, it has it!

Though If I Had To Say My Personnel Favorite Is Lisa: the unbreakable, both the old version and the new "blood and sweat socks" edition ( tho its Said The New Edition Is Better and the old edition is almost lost media)

oh and i was going to send the contents but goog drive dont have the space so

alright

ya

That's it

Thanks For reading

Big Credits To The internet archive and the lisa fan projects archive team

And Everyone Who Made the Games on this usb Unless You suck then never talk to me and go away

And my friend @rhodeybugg who unleashed this beast

Love ya’self and see ya’self

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

How I made my Hammerhead shark- a shitty presentation that will probably make zero sense:

First things first- get yourself a solid reference. You should be able to see roughly the dimensions from the top and side view.

Next, draw out a pattern for the base of the shark. Don't sweat it if its not perfect, you can always alter it before you cut it out.

Then you're gonna wanna draw out a "spine" of sorts.

Then cut it out and glue it on. Mine ended up being wayyyy too tall, so I had to trim it down to size. (TIP: always give yourself a bit more than you think you need. You can always trim it down and make it smaller, but its a lot harder to make it bigger.)

Trace out, cut out, and hot glue your fins on. Remember to keep your reference handy to see the way the fins are shaped/the scale of the fins.

Next, cut out a bunch of little cardboard strips, and glue them on like so.

Now tape the son of a bitch all over.

(I actually forgot to take photos after this point so just imaginize w me)

Once you've covered your shark in tape (I use masking tape), get out your newspaper/paper towels/whatever medium, glue, water, and get ready to paper mache.

For me, the paper mache took about two days. I did a base layer, let it dry overnight, then went back and covered up any spots I missed.

Once the shell on your shark is nice and dry, paint him! I just did gray with a gradient to black on the fins for some extra ✨spice✨

The next part is totally optional, but I covered mine in a layer of mod podge to give it a nice finished look.

I added little loops to hang it by tying two loops of string (make sure its good, durable, quality string.) And sandwiching them where I wanted them between the shark and another layer of cardboard.

And voila! A shark!

Please enjoy this low quality photo of the finished product!

[mxltifxnd0m]

first week of school recap! aug 25 - aug 30 ↴

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sunday night:

⟡ my glasses broke spontaneously and needs to get fixed (which i found out ill have to pay for repairs and I don't want to do that)

monday:

⟡ trying to find parking was an absolute nightmare and i end up not finding any parking, but my sister took over since i was going to be late if i couldn't find any.

⟡ but this class is good! im taking queer lit lol, but there is a guy in that class who yaps a little too much and too slow for my liking (he also sounds like reddit/discord mod) (should give you an image of what he looks like)

⟡ i only have one class on this day so that's a plus loll

⟡ also my purple dog shirt came in and so i can't wait to wear it! (will probs post a pic/vid of me wearing it and then delete it) (never thought i would post a face reveal but im still debating it loll)

tuesday:

⟡ once again parking was terrible to find and i had to park at one of the lots that was across campus from my first class and it was hell walking in the heat and i was sweating so much.

⟡ my second class was interesting and my prof made us say our favorite book while she took attendance and i kid you not that there were six, i repeat SIX it ends with us mentions as ppls fav book and i just about shot myself in the head at that moment

some lore about me: i loathe colleen hoover with my entire being, she's my arch nemesis if you will. as someone once said before, ppl who read CH books never had a fanfiction phase and it shows (she also gives me hope that i have the ability to write)

⟡ but classes went well and after my second class, i have a gap of like three and half hours before my last class (oof ik), so i walked back to my car to move it to the nearest parking structure and i walked around aimlessly around the lot bc i forgot where i parked my car, but i eventually found it after like ten minutes loll.

⟡ then while i waited for my last class wait to start, i ate dinner in the student union (mini food court) at my school and before my class started at 7:00, i made my way down to the basement where the class is which was a little freaky but the teacher is pretty chill. its a story structure class for screenwriting so that'll be fun!

wednesday:

⟡ my sister and i come in to class on mondays and wednesdays and i only have one class while she has two later in the day (mine is earlier than hers) so i have to stay at school until she's done which is always fun (not, her last class ends at 6:45 PM while mine ends at 12:45 PM >_<).

⟡ parking wasn't fun and our patience ran really thin this morning so we ended up parking in the same lot i did the previous day and found parking pretty quickly. but i ended up moving the car to the parking structure i did yesterday.

⟡ i ended up vibing and eating lunch in the library before moving the car and taking a really sweaty nap in it lol before my sister was done with her class and then drove home :)

thursday:

⟡ got to school an hour before my class started bc i was conditioned on monday to search for parking an hour and potentially be late to class, but i ended up parking for the third day in a row at the furthest parking lot bc i couldn't be bothered to deal with the headache of circling around the parking structures for an hour

⟡ then after my first class, i was able to meet up with a friend for a bit before her class and then after our last classes which was fun! but then i ended up having to walk across campus again bc i didn't move my car in between my first class and second class bc i wasn't sure about the amount of parking spots in the parking structures and didn't want risk being late to class trying to find parking.

⟡ but i had a friend my last class of the day and they parked near the lot i did so we walked and chatted after we finished class!

⟡ speaking of classes, my professors are all iconic and ive enjoyed the classes so far! although one of my professors is such a millennial it hurts (in a good way though, she's funny loll)

⟡ all in all i don't have any more classes this week! fridays are my free days, giving me a three day weekend :)

friday:

⟡ i had a dentist appointment in the morning and i actually slept through the night lol

(my body has been weird and waking me up with cramps like an hour before my alarm goes off and i can't go back to sleep :/)

⟡ other than that i just chilled and posted some headcanons for sammy! i did not in fact do any homework but its fine because ill do it on sunday or monday since i have monday off as well.

⟡ then i packed bc im going to my moms for the weekend bc i have a pool party tmrw !

anyways thank you guys for reading my recap of the week!! twas a little hectic but hopefully next week runs more smoothly loll

[mslanna]

The Devil Wears Nada

Chapter 6 of A Mortifying Ordeal ow up on AO3

Just a regular morning getting ready for a convention. Difficulty level: naked devil (IYKYK, it's a great mod.)

Strangely I wake before the alarm sounds which is in itself alarming. 'Specially 'cause I don't feel tired much. The world is warm and heavy and for a sleepy moment I wonder ifn I'm back home – tucked under my weighted blanket, forgot to turn down the heating overnight. But nah. My blankie doesn't breathe.

Reality rushes at me fast enough to give me whiplash. Oh dear. So that really happened. All of it. My face burns hotter than the rest of me which is already simmering. For hating sweating, this is surprisingly okay. Prolly because the heat is caused by devil man lying on top of me like the best weighted blankie ever.

So he's still here. Gotta put that on my small victories list. Last thing I do before blacking out is asking him to stay and he does. Gotta remember that. He feels so good. Solid. And, believe it or not, tucked my hands up on his back with his wings. I love it, let my fingers trace the joint of his wings.

"Do you always take this long to get going?" The words breathe into my ear soft and teasing. Unfortunately, he props himself up after that.

"Only when I'm comfortable."

That got a smile from him. Indulgent if I'm a judge of that.

Wanna drown in his eyes. Wanna caress that skin until it's time for bed again. Want to run my greedy hands over those swirls of ridges and smattering of hair. I tug my hands free and cup his face. An actual real devil. In my bed. Well. Whatever his plan was, as amazing as things have been, no presumed memories manifested.

Is it okay to treat your one night stand like a boyfriend? On the other hand, when will I ever get another chance? He doesn't react to the slight tugging, so I rear up and kiss him softly. "So, what's next?"

"I could ask you the same." Raphael rises and while the view is spectacular, I'm suddenly very cold and lonely. Something pinches between my legs because, however I had managed that feat, I fell asleep with cum seeping out of me. Must have been really knackered and happy.

My memory soars up and yeh, totes out of everything with bliss. Will miss the devil. Better get it over with. "I need to shower and see if I can grab a bite before breakfast closes." Running my hands through my hair. "And then I dress up again and return to the convention."

"You looked lost there," Raphael remarks and he's no wrong.

"Yesterday was the first day and I didn't know anybody. But today people will be back and now I know them."

"And you know me." Should get a licence for that smirk. Goes right to impolite regions it does.

I smile. "They know not I knew thee-"

I stop. Prolly not wise to quote Byron at the devil. "So, what about you? While I think there's some rather desperate people at every con, I don't think it's the richest pickings around here."

"I think I already have the richest pick." That red prick replies.

And I blush because of course, kind words are more embarrassing than lying buck naked before the devil with a cum-crusted cunt. At least this finally gets me going. Beeline to the shower is blocked by devil incarnate. I dare not run into him. The delays! Also, I'd like to be able to walk today.

"Sweet-talking won't get you anything you didn't have already." Trying to be suave and flirty here.

"That is where you err." He catches my chin between his fingers and smiles a kiss over my lips. He sure ain't got no problem with the rammies of being late.

But I got self-discipline, and the smithereen of that I cling to gets me into the bathroom. There's a worrisome moment where I think he might stick around and watch. Like, there's defs more aesthetically pleasing things than watching my scrubbing dried fluids from my cracks.

"I think I will investigative this Baldur's Gate 3 you mentioned. It will explain a lot of things."

"I hope you have a pocket dimension stashed away in which time doesn't pass." I grab the mat from the shower and place it before it, then reach for the neatly folded towel in the cabin and turn beet red because did he think I just pushed my bare ass up at his face? Time to ignore. "The game takes around 100 hours to play."

"Is that so."

"You can always speed up by watching vids of the important bits." For a moment I try to shrug out of clothing I am not wearing. When my head catches up with that fact, my brain restarts with a few blinks. "Anyway, I can show you if you wanna."

"After you showered." He points out.

Oh. Oop. "Yeh. And brekkers," I add as the pieces of my plan come back to me. "In the meantime-"

"I am well capable of entertaining myself," he interrupts me. "Do not worry."

"Kk. Hands off my phone tho. I mean it."

He leaves with a chuckle which isn't a promise. And we both know I'll never catch him rifling through the remainder of my apps unless he wants me to. Smug bastard. I try to shower fast. There's a number of thin cuts on my skin I have only hazy memories of receiving. Plus bite marks of deep red when I scrutinise them in the mirror. I run my index finger over the one at my throat.

None of it will show once I have my costume on. I am at the same time relieved and disappointed. A quick check-in with more private parts find them unharmed if a little pommelled. I lick my lips and quickly mess up my hair into what passes for a hairstyle.

When I return to the room, Raphael lounges in the lone comfy chair of the room – now devoid of heaps of clothing that lie haphazardly on the bed – reading. I can't remember ever being so glad I didn't write a diary. Or journal ifn I wanna sound all grown up. Not sure what a devil finds in sci-fi with eldritch horror, not to mention The Fallen is the second book in the trilogy. He looks up and rises. My skin is dry within the moment. Hot. Damn.

I slink over to the tiny excuse for a desk face red again. As if there's anything he didn't see, touch, lick already. Raphael takes it as invitation and try to ignore how he presses against my back especially when I lean over to open the laptop. Gotta remember the rammies and quencies. Gotta get to breakfast before they close. Time to talk a million words a minute and concentrate on that only.

"Here's were you turn it on," I push the power button thinking about the words I am using more than I wanted but well. At least my background isn't artistically naked devil any longer. I exhale slowly. At least the motivational is fully dressed if fully cringe.

"Be the devil you want to see in the world?" Raphael chuckles and I feel it in my bones.

"Trying to motivate to finish sewing," I get out. "Worked, too. Costume is all done. Not gonna wear it tho, mind you." I mean, how could I? With the real thing here and breathing down my neck? I think not.

"It worked in more ways than that, I would say." His lips graze my ear and I have to get outta here before I bang him senseless.

"Anyway. This is how you go online and that is the video site. You can just type your search here. Anything with your name and 'all scenes' or such should work. When you done, you can just close the lid."

I straighten and feel his chest against my back the whole way. He could take a step back. He doesn't. Puts an arm around my waist instead and turns me to face him. Who had the smart idea to show him tech before putting on pants? Doesn't matter. If he looks at me a little longer, I'd have had to change them anyways.

He doesn't look though. Plants one on me is what he does before moving me out of his way. Not sure this will work out. He's driving me crazy. And, judging by his self-satisfied face, that is on purpose. Could really do with a memory of whacking him right now. Anything to belie the fact I'm utterly gone for him.

I thrown on sweatpants and a wide shirt just so I can get going already. Raphael sees me off with a light slap on my ass. I move, mostly driven by thinking really hard about the prices of food at the con. Horrendous. Over my budget. Definitely not as tasty as the devil at home. Oh dear.

Breakfast is decent, but then I am easy to please. Give me scrambled eggs and buns and I'm happy. If there's cut fresh fruit with yogurt I m in heaven. The fruit here isn't fresh, at least the cut version isn't, so I'm hanging somewhere between. Not for long, though because I inhale my food and wash it down with two generous mugs of tea.

This whole devil in the morning thing cost me time and I don't want to be late. Not to mention that Raphael sitting in my room, with my computer watching BG3 clips is giving me all kins of feelings, not all of them good.

My own fault, really. Could have sent him off with information instead of sabotaging myself by giving him access to all my files. I'm looking at myself from outside shaking my head at my predictability and how desperately I try to go opposite directions at the same time.

I want him gone fast so the pains won't be so bad. I want him to stay forever because – gods! Why wouldn't I? He's perfect! I wanna go with him, but I can't because I'm not the person he came to find. I want to be somebody else with all my heart, but that at least is a familiar feeling.

I return to my room slightly breathless and fidgety and slam down a second keycard next to Raphael before I think better about it. "Told reception I forgot mine in my room," I say at his frown. "They didn't disable mine either. So. Here you go. Free access."

I regret my last words immediately, because the whatever Raphael did in my absence, getting dressed was not it. If he wants to put his ass on the suspicious surface of an upholstered hotel chair, far be it from me to question it. Only maybe, he will have to wash before I bite. Anyway. Well. At least he wasn't doing anything exciting? I swallow and drag my eyes back up to his face.

"My, my. You were in a hurry to return." He looks at me, not even up though he's fucken sitting. "I appreciate the thought, though I can let myself in whenever I want."

"It's different when you're invited."

Raphael raises a brow. Probably wondering what difference that is. He reaches for the white card and his hand gets close enough to my pussy for it to perk up full of hope. The devil just picks up the plastic and eyes it with mild interest at best. It contrasts really nice with the red of his fingers. I stare. I know what those fingers do.

"Anyway. I'll get ready now and go to my con. You do – whatever you please."

"I will."

He rises and for a moment I think that maybe I'm what he wants to do. I might. Even if I'd drip cum from my cunt for half a day and hate every second of that. But Raphael just looks down at me, perfectly aware of his effect. Bastard.

I huff to myself and get on with putting on my costume. Smart little me made sure it was not more layers than absolutely necessary. It gets really hot in those halls and thinking of Raphael doesn't lower the temperature any.

Quick thanks to my docs for removing my tits so I don't have to wear a binder any longer. I loved those stupid things more than life, but they do add an extra layer of mostly plastic. The things we do for love. Seems I am already used to sweating for it. Nice.

When I pick up my trustee foam war hammer I pause. Paint is already peeling off the edges. Am I too lazy to make another one? Gods yes. That fucker is a piece of work. I mean, I could have chosen a different one from the game, but the huge and decorated maul one is my absolute fave. I pry at the gold and silver paint because I can which means I have to.

"Not as sturdy as you are sued to?" Raphael's voice drops down my neck and spine hot and gravelly.

Lucky I like him because otherwise intrusion of my personal space like that gets the war hammer in the face. He really lucky because magicking the foam prop into an actual weapon would have slowed me down, not stopped me. I lower the heavy thing to the ground. No need to dent the floor. Then I turn slowly.

Hell, he's in my space alright. There's no space left which he does not occupy. Wish I'd complain but the main danger is that I just climb him like a tree again. I take a deep breath which helps a little. Not as much as I hoped because now my nose is also full of devil. What a life.

"Raphael." Ahahaha, that is not just resigned, that tone is downright sad-horny. "I can't bring an actual weapon with me. The con has rules and 'no real weapons' is one of them."

"You don't like it?" He raises a brow which doesn't make him any more readable.

My hands easily sneak around the handle again, even though I can't see it behind me. It feels good. Solid. Strong. Tempting. I turn again to raise it and give it an experimental swing. The war hammer lies in my grip with soft reassurance. It's a thing of beauty. I can't help but smile.

Well, maybe I shouldn't because that thing needs to have blood and entrails all over it. Those protrusions on the head are made to break and maim. Yet it feels no more dangerous in my hands than a dance partner.

"It's lovely. But I can't take it with me." I am glad for the no-weapons rule because I sure as hell would have arms longer than noodles if I tried to carry this hammer.

"A pity." Raphael points to my right where my slightly rumpled foam hammer appears on the floor.

The weapon I hold doesn't evaporate. It doesn't vanish when I put it down between us either. And now I kissblocked myself stupidly because I'm too short to grab the devil over the long handle. I know I only have a single braincell, but being around Raphael makes my disregard its use even more than usual.

I don't wanna seem ungrateful. Given the chance I will keep this megaton trinket and schlep it all the way home. I place my hands on the end of the handle. It fits my palms a little too well. "I'll just – put it over there with the rest of my things," I say lamely.

On the other hand, I could just stand there and stare at him for the rest of the day, but that's not very productive. Also, he needs to get some pants on. Devil dick is distracting, even if it's just hanging out. But I am being very brave about it and turn my back. The foam hammer is ridiculously light in comparison.

Then I stand in the door like a fool. Does one kiss their devil goodbye? I wanna because I wanna smooch him 24/7 all day every day. But I also don't wanna because what if it really a goodbye-kiss?

Raphael kindly solves my problem by retreating into the bathro om. I try to get the image of him squeezed in there with his wings smushed flat against the tiles out of my head all the way to the convention.

[panzerkatzee]

NaNoWriMo Journal Day VI

Soooo new day, new me…

At least, that's what I had to tell myself, when falling asleep last night. There was a mean thought spiral wanting to drag me down… but it kinda worked. I am feeling better again after waking up. So that's nice~

After the tub, I didn't write too much, which isn't really surprising. Hot baths tend to take my energy, yet they are important for me to relax and loosen my too tight muslcles.

Todays To-Do list, will be some house cleaning, to cut down on my efforts during editing. But luckily thanks to two insanely productive two days behind me, I don't have to hit a super high word goal any more~

But First… Daily Challenge. After writing a lot of dialogue yesterday, which is usually the part I feel almost as uncomfortable with as with action scenes, I decided, to go for some action again~ This time a chase ;)

Four hours later…

I am a bit drained, managed to write 1757 words today… but I wasn't expecting stellar numbers. My mind is a bit preoccupied and I stumbled a lot, when I had to research stuff, which tore me out of the flow… sighs

Soo… time for a break… good thing is, I still hit my daily goal, which has sunk to a bit below 1100 words a day… so I am confident, I will last through this challenge and definitely hit the 50.000 words within a month…

What I am more worried about, is that I won't be able to wrap the story up nice an neat in that amount of writing… so it's very likely I will surpass this number while working on the project…

The goal, in the end, is to write a book, that can stand on its own, to increase the chances of actually getting a book deal… but we'll see… For now, I wanna continue writing and fleshing out this story..

I forgot to post this yesterday….which is why I do this now… had a huge dip in motivation last night and drew a bit on a picture for a friend..

Sooo Song of the Day (yesterday) Taylor Swift - …Ready for it?

Why is it on the playlist? First and foremost… it has an ellipsis… And I personally love to use the … interchangeable with a comma too just place emphasis. Also the aesthetic of the music video is just EVERYTHING… I mean the cgi is a biiit cringe by now. Still when it came out it hit me with the weight of a freight train, because the way captured Taylor is swirled by all the lights at one point… I sweat that's an image I daydreamt of for at least a year or so before the video came out… and it is also a huge part of what inspired me to write sci fi in the first place… So yeah… Taylor Swift… she's awesome!

Pic by TheMotionStudios

Rika realised she was fucked, apporximately two seconds later. One second after the womans eyes had locked on her, half a second after she had recognised the Japanese dragon tattooed to the left side of her face, winding down from her forehead over the cheek and scar. She didn't even look for the eyes mods, indicated by inset power lines powerlines across the cheekbones, she admired at the bar. Nope, she just turned and ran. Legs pumping beneath her, skirts pulled up so they wouldn't tangle up and trip her. Pushing aside hapless pedestrians and evading automatic rickshaws, the redhead wound her way back through the crowded Kyoto streets, hoping to escape the pursuing enforcer. She hadn't even seen the enhance body move or make any sign of pursuit. But the prickling in her neck, the second wave of irritated shouts behind her, was indication enough. At a crossing, Rika took a sharp turn left, already feeling the burn of exhaustion creep down her legs and up into her chest. Her throat and lungs burned like fire and she could feel a metallic taste on her tongue. The fear kept her going, running, escaping. No telling what would happen, if she caught up. Maybe she'd be just shot, or pushed down somewhere, making it seem like an accident. She had seen something not for her eyes. And even if she wasn't going to say anything, all kids growing up around these parts of Nihon knew, the Shogunate wasn't trifled with. The fear of disappearing, of vanishing into the jaws of the dragon, of the world turning on, like she had never even existed in the first place, it let her push trough the pain, let her run, even in an unpractical gown, not minding the delicate hairstyle and the insanely expensive adornments, of which half had already been lost to the chase. Only when she recognised the street she was on, the familiar sign of Kamara's tea parlour, she allowed herself to slow. Enough to not crash right into the counter, when she bounded inside and evade the older woman in the process of serving tea to a group of customers, but not enough to pause and explain. "Rika? What th-" But Rika couldn't explain, she didn't even hear the last of the sentence, instead rushed on, up the narrow stairs, through the bedroom and out the narrow balcony door. Only when reaching the roof, hidden on the slope towards the backyard, she allowed herself to stop, lying down, feeling like her lungs had been exised with a blunt spoon.

[originalhomestuckscenarios]

How would they beta boy trolls feel if the Reader segested where they Couples costumes?for Halloween

I won't be specific here since I have no ideas for matching costumes

Male beta trolls with S/O who wants matching costumes

Reader here is gender neutral

Tavros Nitram

You didn't even have to finish your sentence and he was down to do it.

He wanted your costumes to be very detailed.

He was super excited for it so you prepared your costumes MUCH in advance.

He definitely often pestered you and asked how are your preparations going.

And when it was time to wear it he was just over the moon about it!

Sollux Captor

He thought it was a bit silly, but fuck it why not. It could be fun but don't expect him to wear anything too wild.

He wants your costumes to be more casual than anything. You on the other hand can go all in for all he cares.

But he would joke about your matching. He'd often ask you ridiculous questions that could make you think he forgot what he was supposed to dress up as.

When it came down to it though, he put in needed amount of effort. So your matching was definitely a success.

Karkat Vantas

It's stupid- let's do it, that's the kind of approach he had.

If you wanted to look like fools, then you better just make it work!

He doesn't have any preferences on how should your costumes look. Whatever will be comfortable will be fine by him.

He doesn't ask you much questions since you already agreed on everything you needed.

Equius Zahhak

He was excited about it, but he was calm and collected as he agreed to it. At the same time though- he was very nervous.

He was sure that no matter what you go for he'd sweat a lot through it. So he didn't have too much preference... Just make sure he won't get overheated or anything.

But even though he didn't have the smallest clue on how you should dress... He still kinda wanted to take the lead. So to make up for being indecisive he really took the preparations seriously.

He'd ask you if you bought everything you needed or if you even started working on it.

Gamzee Makara

He thinks it's cute so there's no problem going with it!

Just know that with him almost everything will be last minute.

Preparation the costumes themselves, ideas, even putting them on before you head out.

He's fine with any types of costume as long as you like it. He doesn't really think much about it so he just wants to see you happy.

Eridan Ampora

He already assumed you were going to match so he was surprised by you asking if he wants to match rather than making propositions as to what should you do.

He was very indecisive and often threw in some ideas while also giving yours some thought.

He wanted it all to be fancy and proper. Definitely wouldn't go for something that would not stand out.

As to preparations while he can handle most on his own, he thought it might be nice bonding experience if you were to help him...

~Mod Auvana

[forbidding-souda]

Hey!! May I make a little request of a Fem reader accidentally flashing Nagito? Nsfw or suggestive is a bonus!💕

Fem S/O accidentally flashing Nagito Komaeda

this is very funny i am partly excited to write this

also sorry if i seem lackluster recently i've just had brainrot for something else so once again writing is a bit *drags thumb across neck and sticks tongue out* ykwim

-Mod Souda

❤ You walk into your cabin, already thinking about peeling the clothes off of your sweating body. Kicking it with Nekomaru has proved to be draining - physically and mentally.

❤ So you strip off your shoes and socks, hopping as you do so. And you make a b-line to the bathroom. Your shirt comes off first, the thin material easy to remove. Maybe next time, you should try playing games with Chiaki. You'll lose, but it'll definitely be more fun.

❤ You clip off your bra, turning around when suddenly, your soul leaves your body. Komaeda is sitting in your bed, watching you with wide, pale, eyes.

❤ "Hello." He greets.

❤ "Komaeda-" you rip the shirt off the ground and cover yourself. "How did you even get in here?"

❤ Your heart beats out of your chest. This is embarrassing, upon also being incredibly traumatic.

❤ "I went to knock on the door and it just opened for me. I suppose you forgot to close it when you left, right?"

❤ Or his dumb luck made it open, you find yourself thinking.

❤ He swings his feet, standing up and taking small steps closer to you. You step back.

❤ "You could have said something." You snap.

❤ He shrugs shyly, ignoring your words. "I'm sorry to have intruded."

❤ The small smile on his face says else.

❤ "No, you're not." You curve your body away from him. He takes the hint, stopping his walk, and turns away.

❤ "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

❤ Wait, you want to call out, suddenly curious as to why he even came to your cabin. But he was gone before you could even ask.

❤ As he stepped outside, he let all the heat go to his cheeks. He was pink out of control, his heart beating out of his chest. He definitely needed to go sit down after this.

[feminaexlux]

Photo Op

For @spikartxx and @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers! Happy very late Valentine’s day. Apologies for the lateness, the mods and I weren’t sure if we were going to get a late entry or not. I did a pinch-hit since I loved one of your prompts :)

Also it's Thirsty Thursday ;)

Original Prompts:

A Lady Noir / Luka kind of dynamic? Where Marinette gets to be the one flustering Luka instead of the other way? Delicious Idk just kind of hungry for a playful flirting between them (maybe with a brave Marinette at the end being as flirty with Luka in her civil form and them together lol I JUST WANT A HAPPY ENDING WITH THEM)

Read on AO3 here!

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Luka was desperately pedaling his bike as fast as he could toward danger. This was happening more and more often in his rather short career as a human being (that he seriously hoped he didn't just make shorter). But he had to do something to try and alert Ladybug and/or Chat Noir when there was a new akuma. Two new akumas. Luka was pretty sure he could legitimately help the superheroes with these two akumas because they were his Ma and his sister before Shadowmoth got a hold of them.

Juleka had become Reflekta (again...). His mom became a sentient flying pirate ship called The Nanarchy after merging with the Liberty. They ganged up and the duo was wreaking havoc on Paris as akuma were wont to do, shooting Reflekta-cloning beams at every person and firing speaker-cannons at every building. All because Jagged wouldn't stop being Jagged.

Jule and Luka's dad had popped in for an unexpected visit (again...) and this time, he brought Fang! Both man and croc made a new, personal doorway entrance through the side of the Liberty, giving Jagged direct access to his progeny and Fang direct access to Juleka's yummy looking stuffies and clay models. The situation deteriorated rapidly with the twins' Ma coming down to get into a yelling match with Jagged and making things way more confusing due to an increasingly thick Scottish accent, and Juleka simultaneously wailing at and wailing on Fang for her toys which of course lead to everything tearing and breaking when Fang panic!death-rolled to get away from Juleka. Poor Luka had just been caught up trying to mediate both and failed miserably to help either!

And now he was biking as fast and as far as his lanky legs would take him, praying to every God in every Pantheon he knew that he'd find one or both of Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng soon (but mostly Marinette, if he was gonna be honest). Luka wasn't sure if it was his luck or just... because he was Luka that he hadn't gotten hit by Reflekta beams nor blasted by Nanarchy speakers. Maybe his Ma and sister were giving him a pass? But in case they forgot about that pass any time soon Luka had put in earplugs and duct taped a mirror to his bike helmet and strapped another mirror on his back.

He made his way to Tom and Sabine's Boulangerie, panting hard and sweating profusely. He burst through the bakery door and rolled from a tumble off his bike, wheezing out apologies and promises to clean up after while he climbed the stairs up two at a time to get to Marinette. God, why were there SO MANY STEPS to get to her? And he had to climb a ladder to get to her room! He slammed his fist against her hatch door three times to give her a heads up. "Sorry Marinette! I need you to--" The hatch door flung open to his surprise and he got pulled to her room up by his lapels.

He was suddenly eye level with a very shocked pair of intensely green cat eyes. Except the owner of the cat eyes was a full head shorter than Luka was so he was still partially dangling through the hatch. "H-Hi?"

The girl apparently knew him? "Luka?!" The sound was muffled and he realized he still had earplugs in.

"Is... Is Marinette here?" he panted, exhausted as hell, removing an earplug from one ear.

"Why are you looking for Marinette?" the Black Cat Hero asked, taking his arm over her shoulder and helping walk him across Marinette's room to sit down on Marinette's chaise.

"She... Marinette's usually able to get Ladybug and Chat Noir, there's... there're two akuma out there now," he wheezed, pulling out the other earplug and blushing when he became suddenly intensely aware that there was a super hot girl in a skin tight black cat suit right in front of him holding onto his arm while he probably smelled of awful teenage boy and wheezed awful teenage boy breath on her with his awful teenage puberty cracking boy voice. But where was Marinette? "Uh... why are you in her room? And who are you?"

"B-Because sh-she called for me and she wanted me to make sure that her family was safe b-before she took off to hide!" She pulled back a bit and pulled out a baton from her back to fiddle with it. She was stupid cute and the way she moved and sway of her thick braid of black hair reminded Luka of a song that said something like you are a cinema, I'd watch you forever. "M-My name is La-Lady Noire. I'm Chat's um... substitute for today? Maybe forever," she said, a little unsure of herself.

Once he stopped being so mesmerized by her Luka asked "Is… Chat Noir okay? And Ladybug knows about the change? Are you okay with this?"

She sighed. "Yeah, everyone's okay, it's… just new. Ladybug... even suggested this change up! I'll… I'll be fine, I know it. And Mr Bug will be fine too, I'll make sure--"

"Mister Bug?"

"Oh, yeah. Um. Yeah new hero there too," Lady Noire said. "Well, he's Ladybug's substitute. He's handled it once before, now he can handle all of it," Lady Noire said a little cynically with an eyeroll. "Yeah. Anyway! Um! Marinette's okay, she's just... hunkered down somewhere and she'll be just fine. Thank you for checking up on her, Luka." Lady Noire smiled at him and he noticed just a tiny bit of fangs. His tongue passed over his own canines, wondering how the fangs would feel if he kissed her...

Oh God why was he imagining that? Oh jeez he needed to calm down. He needed to... to focus on the akumas! "The-The akumas are my mmm…" Luka said distractedly, staring at Lady Noire's lips as they curled upward into a smirk.

"Mmm?" Lady Noire teased, leaning in toward Luka. "Are your…?"

He felt fresh sweat on the back of his neck as he blushed harder, forcing himself to look up at her eyes. "Mmmy sister and my... Ma."

Lady Noire looked more serious now. "Oh, I'm sorry. But don't you worry, Luka, Mr Bug and I will handle it. Thank you for giving me that information. I'll save your family!" She started turning to get ready to leave.

He started reaching out for her but pulled back before he grabbed her hand. "Wait! W-Wait, can… Can I come with you?" Luka panicked a little because she was going to leave without him! And he... he could help? It wasn't at all because he found her cute, no...

Her eyebrows furrowed. "That's a bad idea, why would you want to do that?"

Surprisingly it didn't take too long to come up with a reason because he had been thinking about this all through his journey. "I know why they got akumatized, I was there when it happened. I can talk to them and get them to calm down (hopefully)! Make it easier on you for your first time? I think they'll listen more if it's coming from me. I'll try to not get in your way."

She frowned a little but nodded. "I guess we can try, but I'm putting you somewhere safe the moment it gets dangerous." Lady Noire grabbed a hold of his waist after putting his arm over her shoulder, leaping up onto Marinette's bed and through the opened balcony entrance.

His heart was going to explode sometime soon. Luka's pulse was racing and he wasn't sure if it was because he was several hundred meters in the air or because Lady Noire had winked and whispered into his ear to hold on tight. He was certain that if he wasn't focusing on his being airborne and almost falling to his death even with Lady Noire holding onto him, he'd be incredibly awkward about being bodily pressed up against a super hot girl.

She must have seen where Mr Bug was because she changed direction after a few leaps. The baton extended and slowed down their descent to meet up with the other hero.

"You sure took your time getting here, Kitten," Mr Bug scowled as Lady Noire let Luka down, all three on the roof of a building nearby the action.

"No later than you usually do, Mr Bug," Lady Noire shot back. "But I brought a friend!"

"Yeah, I noticed. Hey there... civilian. I see you brought some mirrors, that's smart," Mr Bug said, patting Luka on the back after pulling off the mirror from Luka's bike helmet. "Looks like we have a flying pirate ship. Someone's gotta be up there piloting it."

Luka nodded. "Yeah, my sister's on the ship and the ship's my Ma, both of them are akumatized."

"What happened?" Lady Noire asked. "Forgot to ask earlier."

Luka frowned. "... Jagged."

"Ahhh," both of the heroes said simultaneously. Luka nodded sadly.

"Do you know what powers they have?" Mr Bug asked Luka.

"Yeah, my sister shoots lasers from her hand to turn people into copies of her and my Ma's... a flying pirate ship that shoots cannon balls that blast noise at people."

Mr Bug put his hands on his hips. "What were the chances we'd have to fight Reflekta again like this? Alright, let's see what Lucky Charm we get." He called up the Lucky Charm and a red and black bicycle wheel fell into his hands. "... Huh? What... do I do here?"

"Think fast, Mr Bug. It's time to get a move on," Lady Noire said, coming across rather unhelpful to Mr Bug. "We only have 5 minutes now." Luka couldn't help but sense a tiny bit of smug satisfaction coming from Lady Noire.

Mr Bug sighed. "I know, I know, I'll figure out what to do with this thing. Look, can you get Lu--the civilian to safety?"

Luka chimed in quickly. "Wait, let me see if I can get my Ma down here. I can call them over and then you two can board when the Liberty's grounded," Luka suggested.

"Not a bad plan, I guess," Mr Bug shrugged. "Lady Noire, I'll leave that to you." Lady Noire nodded and took Luka by the waist again and leapt off the building, landing them safely next to the Seine banks.

Luka noticed that the akumas were zeroing in on other civilians and he yelled up at them, trying to get their attention. "MA! JULEKA! HEEEEYYYY!" Luka yelled at the top of his lungs. He sprinted at a group of people and just barely managed to push out his mirror and bounce off the Reflekta laser beam away from them as they fled the area. He desperately hoped he could actually do his part to draw the Nanarchy down closer so that Mr Bug and Lady Noire would be able to board.

So far it wasn't going as expected. "Luka ye daft landlubber get ye away from here! Git!" Nanarchy boomed, shooting the speaker cannons near him to force him to run. All of a sudden there was a blast wave and he got knocked off his feet--wait no, Lady Noire was the one who had jumped at him and rolled them both away from the cannons. And now they landed in the precarious situation where she was on top of him with his hands in her hair trying to protect her head.

She looked at him and cracked a smile. "I could get used to being like this."

"Being shot at?"

"Being on top of you," she winked. He must have blushed something fierce because she giggled.

"Hey! Get your dirty paws off of my brother you stupid stray!" Reflekta yelled, aiming the ship down to shoot at Lady Noire. Okay, oddly that worked in drawing the ship down. Luka would take what he could get.

"Looks like Plan Grounding is working," Lady Noire said quickly, getting them to their feet. "But we need to move on to Plan De-Evilizing!" She took his hand and they took off running, dodging cannon and laser blasts coming from the Nanarchy. "And now it's getting dangerous so I need to get you somewhere safe!"

"Maybe if you tear Ma's sails down she won't be able to fly off again?!" Was that true? Luka hoped that was true.

"Alright, I'll try! But you!" They ran to a photobooth and Lady Noire pushed Luka inside, ejecting two earplugs from her baton. "Stay here, use these! I'll come back for you after we're done, stay safe!" She reached out her hand to let him take the earplugs and booped him on the nose before closing the door.

Luka set the earplugs in and laid back in the booth, not totally sure that a photobooth was the safest place to lay low. He heard a few distant booms and the ground shook and vibrated a bit, so it was probably okay to assume that the heroes were still dealing with his akumatized family.

The next few minutes had Luka sitting alone with his thoughts, filling his mind with images of Lady Noire. He didn't figure he'd be saying this so soon but… maybe he was interested in someone other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng and moving on already? And Lady Noire seemed to be interested in him, with the way she was always touching him? That was a sign that girls liked you right?

But ugh it was just like 20 minutes that he met Lady Noire jeez. And she was a hero, what would she do with a boy like him anyway? Would she date him as a superhero? Wait, did she even want to date him? But even if it'd just been 20 minutes he was pretty sure she was touching him like 90% of that time. If she did like him and want to date Luka was maybe willing to try, it wasn't like he--

A flash went off and he realized that the photobooth had taken a picture. After a couple of seconds another flash and another picture. He nearly jumped through the roof when another face showed up next to his in the reflection and flash. He turned and looked into the bright green eyes of Lady Noire. She leaned in and he figured she was going to tell him something and instead felt her kiss him on the cheek. Flash.

She gently plucked out the earplugs from his ears. "Haha, I'm so sorry I scared you!"

He could feel that his face was on fire. "H-Hey Lady Noire," he said lamely. "It's--I'm fine. What's up?"

"The tip you gave me about tearing the sails came in handy! Mr Bug and I were able to stop the ship from taking off again. We've defeated the akumas and your mom and sister are fine now. I'm here to take you home," she winked.

But… wait, did he just spend the last several minutes spazzing out over Lady Noire? Oh jeez. And he kinda just left his bike at the Dupain-Cheng's. "I… I left all my stuff at the Boulangerie on Rue Gotlib, I should go back there…?"

Lady Noire looked a little nervous but tried to hide it. "Um, you know I'm good friends with Marinette, I'll ask her to get your stuff back to you! Plus I think you need to get back to your family right away, right? Make sure they're okay with Jagged?"

Oh shoot, there was still his dad to deal with. "Yeah, you're right." Luka said, sighing.

"Great! Let's get you out of here. Oh, wait," Lady Noire grabbed the pictures from the photobooth and tucked them in Luka's front pocket. "A souvenir!"

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Marinette pulled up to the Liberty with Luka's bike less than an hour later. Even though Luka was taller than she was, her legs were still long enough to reach the pedals. She got over the gangplank and laid the bike against the ship railing, placing the bike stand down so it didn't tip over. She also unbuckled her pink helmet and set it in the bike basket.

Luka had bought her her own helmet. Because of course he had. And he'd brought it somehow when he was panicking and trying to find her so she could get Ladybug. Or, in this case, Lady Noire.

It seemed like things were settling down and she heard some guitar strumming from behind the stage. She walked around and saw Luka lying back in his preferred chillaxing spot playing his acoustic. "Hey Luka," Marinette greeted.

He smiled up at her, beatific. "Hey Marinette. I'm glad to see you."

She blushed a little. "I brought your bike back. I-I mean Lady Noire asked me to get your stuff back to you so I thought I'd do just that and h-here I am!"

"Thanks," he said. "I really appreciate that." He sat up and she noticed he seemed a little unsure of himself. "If you want I can walk you back home? Unless you needed to talk to Juleka."

"Kicking me out already?" Marinette teased.

He blanched. "No, no, nev--no. I... was just... uh."

"Maybe I also want to talk with you for a little bit, too." She sat down right next to him. He blinked in surprise but didn't move. "Maybe I wanted to know what you think about Lady Noire?"

He blushed and turned away a bit for some reason. "She's... nice."

"Nice?" Marinette probed. "Is that all? Do you like her? She seems to like you a lot."

He looked at her, eyes opened wide. "Sh-She does?"

"She told me she thinks you're cute," Marinette giggled, leaning in a little.

Luka blushed harder. "... She did?"

"And what's this?" Marinette reached over and pulled something from his front jacket pocket and looked it over. "Wow, I'm jealous."

"Wh-What?"

"Look, the camera captured the moment Lady Noire kissed you!"

He looked dumbfounded. "She kissed me?"

"In this picture here," she pointed at the last picture.

He blushed hard, taking the strip of pictures in his hand and staring at it with his mouth hung open for a few seconds. "She kissed me," he said in disbelief.

Marinette sighed. "I have some stiff competition," she muttered out loud.

He looked dizzy. "Wh-What was that?"

She took his face in her hands and kissed him. "There, now I'm even with Lady Noire."

[arctic4life]

I forgot to post her😭

This is Tabitha, my TT oc!

Power: Tabitha has the power of Creation. Whatever she creates, be it clay sculptures or paintings, can come to life if she outs a bit of herself in it(blood). The power of the creations on how much emotion or effort she puts into them. Her power is based on 'Blood, sweat, and tears'.

While she can use any Art medium she primarily uses clay and paint. She occasionally uses chalk or pencil if the situation is urgent.

Some Light backstory(I am going to write a story about her)

Born: 1935

Started villany 1955(20 yrs old)

Moves her escapades to Europe in order to steal some priceless paintings 1960

Hooks up with Mad Mod 1963(28 yrs old): It's not a steady relationship, and only consists of dates and hook ups until Tabitha moves back to America(1964)

Dates Music Miester 1969-1976

Retired 1976 (40 yrs old): Music miester convinces her to go on a hiest, it fails miserably and she is forced into hiding

Got married 1979(44 yrs old)

Had baby 1981(46 yrs old)

Made Daycare in mansion 2007(72 yrs old)

♤Spore(grandkid) is born 2004♤

Husband dies 2014(79 yrs old)

Retires from daycare 2016(81 yrs old)

Gets recruited by Slade for the BrotherHood and officially comes our of retirment. Her team consists of Mad Mod, Dr. Light, Mumbo Jumbo, and Control Freak.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

TW: rape

You probably can’t say what happened, but I’m wondering if there’s a possibility something happened or If I’m just being paranoid.

Two years ago, I woke up in a very strange circumstance. I was on the other side of my bed, on my back. I was really wet...and not in like the sweating way or anything like that... and the lower half of my body hurt, like my privates and my inner thighs.

I never sleep on my back, and I’ve never woken up on my back.

I immediately panicked and wondered if I had been raped.

Several hours later, I was still in pain and my legs were hurting.

Someone told me it’s possible that I had an inappropriate dream, but I didn’t remember having a dream like that and it doesn’t explain the pain.

Waking up on my back and on the other side of the bed could be coincidence. Being wet could be a coincidence, maybe I did have a dream and forgot about it.

But I can’t think of any explanation as to why I was in pain.

Is there a possibility I was assaulted or am I just being paranoid?

Hey there,

You're right that we can't really say what happened. I wish we could help you more.

Some questions to ask yourself are: What was I doing before I went to sleep? Who else had access to where I was sleeping? Is there a reason I might not remember the night before? Was there anyone around who may have done something like that to me? Was the wetness more like semen or vaginal fluid? Did I do anything up to a week before waking up like this that could have caused pain, such as horse-back riding, exercise, hiking, trying something physical that's new? Did I experience bleeding? Did I eat or drink something that someone else could have access to? Was the area I slept likely to have other people in it?

A doctor could help you rule out something medical going on that would have caused that pain.

Wishing you the best.

- Mod Misa