#i needed the full gag on my dash

[pizzabills]

the full slayage

[writingoddess1125]

I am your Biggest Fan~ Pt. 2

WARNINGS: NON-Con, $mut, Face-Fuck, Spit as Lube, Hair Pulling, Dom!Buggy, Unprotected sex, DEAD-DOVE, Tsundare Buggy

Dirty Nasty $mut is below. Be warned ⚠️

I may have went overboard with the length- Also my first time writing $mut! Please tell me how I did and what you'd like to see next!

Buggy the Clown x GN Reader

Part 1: Biggest Fan Pt. 1

Buggy grinned as he stared down at (Y/N) keeping barely any space between the two of them as he bit up and down their neck. Listening to the mild hisses in pain and whimpers of fear- It was too sexy for him and made him want more.

"Captian!" A loud voice sounded making he growl and turn to see Cabaji. Holding his blades with some blood smeared on his face and costume.

"What do you want!?" Buggy Hissed in irritation.

"Sir, We have almost finished with the village. The Marines are sure to be informed" Ah right- this was a small village it wouldn't haven't taken long to pillage the place.

Buggy opened his mouth to speak but ended up getting a hard hit to his mouth as (Y/N) Slipped under his arms and tried to run. Buggy grabbing them by their hair with lightning fast reflexes yanking them back towards him- ignoring their cry for pain. Buggy growled at this as he glared down at (Y/N) before sighing-

"We set sail then, Get a move on!

He yelled at his first mate who nodded and dashed away to echo orders. Buggy gave a low chuckle at the performer, gripping their hair harder.

"Ill let you get that one for free since youre so damn cute Doll~ But looks like we are gonna have to rush our little act back to the Red Top~!"

He said cheerfully, her personality like a rubber ball constantly changing as he harshly flung them to the floor. Watching them trying to scramble for a quick second before he placed his boot on their back to pin them before looking around to for something to restrain them with. His eyes landing on the satin ribbons from the show. Snatching them quickly.

"Oh don't you love the irony~"

He grinned as he overpowered them with ease and tied the satin ribbons tightly around their hands and ankles.

"Let me go! YOU CANT DONT THIS YOU DIRTY PIR- MMHPH!"

They squealed as he shoved one of their lace fabrics into their mouth. Smirking at the sight and fluffing himself as a job well done. Quickly at the sound of the fire he grabbed the performer and tossed them over his shoulder, making sure to give their exposed ass a nice hard smack. Which earned him a angry squeal, before he took off.

Running out of the blood soaked bar and to the streets- It looked like what sidewalks in hell must. Blood, broken glass, fire and bodies- bodies of those who wouldn't be able to handle the long road of the show biz or audience left like animals on the street. (Y/N) screams muffled through the lace gag as they witnessed the carnage. Buggy laughing maniacally as he ran through those streets, sliding in the blood comically like this was another one of his performances. Seeing his crew rip the jewelry from the necks of people before either killing them or tightening harsh shackles to them.

Buggy skipped down the street till he reached his ship, Watching the new group of audience members being herded in like cattle to their final resting spots their seats. (Y/N) at this point sobbing as they were hauled away from the horror down to the Captian's room and tossed roughly on the large bed.

"Whoo! Just what I needed to get my Mojo back in seemed- Really got a full house this time!~"

He laughed, Taking off his hat and kicking his bloody boots off. Looking to (Y/N) and their pathetic form on his bed, shaking and with tears running down their cheeks

"Awww~ Baby No, No crying. I wanted to run that mascara a different way... tsk.. So messy"

The Captian grumbled, Grabbing his own little makeup bag and a hanky. He smiled down at them as he crawled towards them on the bed, Sitting before them making sure they were pinned with his legs as he chuckled at the sight of them under him. 'So cute'

He hummed as he wiped their tears away before opening the makeup bag.

"Now if you keep crying, I'm gonna have to keep doing your makeup all over again! And that's really gonna piss me off- So lets stop thay crying~"

Buggy said the last part darkly, (Y/N) staring up at Jim with pure terror as he smirked at the sight but nodded shakily. Sniffling through the lace gag as they tried to stop the tears from flowing.

"Good~ Very good sweetheart"

Carefully he reapplied the mascara and touched up the eyeshadow with what he owned which wasn't much. He pulled the lace gag from their lips and held their cheeks tightly with one hand and a firm grip

"Now stay still for this~"

He hummed, pulling out his favorite red and painted their lips perfectly. A wide grin playing as he saw his finished work, Placing another love bite to his newest toys neck but this time sinking deeper then before making (Y/N) cry out in pain as he broke skin. Pulling back to lick the blood from his teeth as he saw the mark.

"P-Please let me go- I don-"

He grabbed their face again (Y/N) flinching from his touch as he reached forward to fix their hair so they looked perfect.

"I-I don't want this- Please let me go- I'm begging"

Buggy almost rolled his eyes- if it wasn't for how adorable they were he would have slit their throat for how pathetic they sounded.

"Listen, Just so we are clear~ I am letting you live as MY plaything it's either this or I slit your throat and throw you overboard and I reeaalllyyy like you so I'd rather not waste such a pretty face"

He said with a smirk, watching the gears in the performers face as they realized the situation they were in. Giggling at the sight of realizing they didn't really have a choice, which was perfect. Reaching down to pull at the ankle restraints, tossing one peice of the satin ribbons to the side. However keeping the wrist one.

"Now nod if you understand-"

(Y/N) left their stomach sink- This was it... they either be this manic clowns play toy or end up like the poor villagers- in those shackles or worse.. They nodded shakily, Trying to hold back the want of breaking into sobs. Buggy clapped his hand happily and smiled brightly, those watercolor eyes swimming with pure joy at them understanding and in his mind agreeing- He kisses their cheek at this like a mock lovers and ran his hands down their form with a excited glee.

"You're perfect, I knew you were from the moment I laid eyes on you- So pretty and talented. And best of all you haven't even stared at my nose! I hate it when people do that, yet you never did... My name is Buggy.. Captian Buggy. I wanna hear you say it-"

He said happily, locking eyes with them again with his twisted smile. A unnatural yet beautiful smile on his lips as he stared at them.

"B-Buggy.. Captian Buggy"

They whispered back which earned another kiss to the cheek. His eyes racking their form as they sat there, one pasty on their chest, the remains of their costume with the added satin ribbons. He couldn't help but get aroused by their appearance again, chuckling darkly as he stared at them. Without saying a word he grabbed them roughly by the shoulders and pulled them off the bed, Setting them on their knees as he sat infront of.

(Y/N) Looked up at him with wide eyes, noticing the large tenting in his pants as he sat infront of her. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he wanted.. Buggy chuckled as he admired (Y/N) for a moment longer before undoing his pants- Cackling as his as his cock sprung out of his pants like a spring.

"Pop Goes the Weasal~!"

Buggy cock like the rest of him was large and unruly, the head a deep pink with a base of deep blue curls. (Y/N) looked up at Buggy again, seeing him smirking at their expression of seeing this part of him.

"Don't be shy now~"

(Y/N) nodded softly, giving a small tug on the restraints for a second of hope however there was no give so that was that- Leaning forward they parted their lips and took Buggy fully into their mouth.

Their nose brushing against the unkempt blue curls as they carefully ran their tongue over the organ. Buggy grumbling out gentle moans as he stared down at them, his pupils blown up with desire as he watched them. Laying kitten licks down his cock and coming back up to gently suck on the tip of his cock, While it felt delightful Buggy was greedy and of course- Wanted more~

Grabbing their hair harshly and smiling as he slammed them down fully on his dick, feeling them squeak and gag in shock. Setting his own pace as he roughly forced their head to bob at unnatural speeds, Moaning out roughly as he did so. His hips starting to thrust into (Y/N) mouth, enjoying the sound of the mild gagging and noises escaping (Y/N).

He looked down and saw with joy the beautiful mess he had created- (Y/N) face was red with tears, messy mascara running down their cheeks and their hair a tangled mess in his gloved hands- But it was their mouth. Oh those dirty lips wrapped around his cock staining it red with lipstick that damn near made his cum right then and there.

Yanking them off his dick he watched them struggle to catch their breath, a delicate mix of his precum laying on their tongue and mix. While (Y/N) looked up at him with those watery eyes that made him burn. In his eyes they looked like a masterpiece.

"Fuck~ I don't think I can last long with you looking like that~ Guess we gotta rush the performance Baby!~"

He cackled as he quickly pulled them up to their feet by their hair smiling at the sob that broke through them. Quickly he pushed bent them over the mattress, Smirking as he made sure to tighten the satin wrist restraints and smiled.

(Y/N) panted hard, they felt their face pressed into the plush bedding of the mattress and their eyes widened as the peices started to fall into place. Glancing back as they saw Buggy undoing his shirt fully and Tossing it to the side, As well as taking off the bandana that held his hair up. Letting it fall lose down his back with a relaxed sigh before meeting the gaze of (Y/N) again with a crooked smile.

Like the survival instincts kicked back in they scrambled against the bed trying to squirm away and kicked their legs wildly. Buggy cackled and presses his lower half against their ass essentially pinning them- Using his legs to trap their own against the wooden bed frame.

"N-NO! Wait-t!"

They sobbed out but Buggy was quick in grabbing their hair again and yanking their head back.

"Now Now Now let's not make a fuss!~ I do think we've already crossed the line of no return"

He said with a laugh, using his free hand to grab their ass and pulled to give himself a nice view an access. Forgetting he hadn't removed the thong from them yet- however no matter!~ he used his thumb to move the fabric aside and grinned, 'So smart!' Ignoring the squirming from the performer begging and trying to escape he spit at the open hole before him with a grin before positioning himself.

"Good enough~"

Purring as he started to inch his way in. (Y/N) choked back a cry as they left him inch his way in, He was too large- Unfairly so! It felt like they were being split in half. That toe curling pain that borders on pleasure shot through their body as air seemed to evade their lungs.

"That's it... Fuck"

Buggy growled out from above them, Grunting as he slammed the last of himself into them having grown inpatient to wait anymore. His hands left their hair, instead positioning themselves on their hips, feeling the dig of his gloved hands into the soft bruised flesh. With barely any time to fully adjust he started to move-

A deep growl rumbled through his chest as he started to speed up the time of his thrust, (Y/N) felt hot like liquid fire was being drawed from their core from the forced pleasure pulling our rugged breathless moans as if they had been made for that sole purpose. A broken chores of moans and groans leaving their bruised lips at Buggys ruthless pace, Buggy moaned out loudly as he felt them tightening around him his hips starting to shudder.

(Y/N) babbling out incoherent moans and whimpers at the harshness of the thrust and the feeling of a orgasm so close to breaking through them.

"F-Fuck Fuck!"

He roared out, Slamming himself harder into them with a thundering speed. Pressing his chest against their back as he panted in their ear, his blue locks edged with sweat sticking to his forehead and fanning around (Y/N) as they screamed out moans- fresh tears running down their cheeks staining the mattress below as a forced orgasm ripped through their form- their body quaking from the force of the orgasm that shot through their body- Buggy grunting loudly as he slammed himself into them fully and came.

Buggy panted hard afterwards, Releasing their bruised hip and pushing how blue locks from his face. A series of panted curses leaving his lips as he pulled out of (Y/N) marveling at the damage he had done. Seeing them limp and barely functioning he scooped them up and placed them fully on the bed, Spreading their ass again to marvel at his claim.

(Y/N) laid there panting, The ache between their legs making it impossible to get comforble especially with Buggy's rough fingers rubbing against their abused hole. The world started to fade to black from the exhaustion from the day but Buggy's voice echoed around them with his twisted chuckle.

"I can't wait for tomorrow's show (Y/N)~"

Tag List-

@honey-eyed-munson

[mssorceressupreme]

Encounters

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Note: hii guys so after reading A LOT of amazing fics, I decided to finally start writing my own again (I used to write and publish books on wattpad but stopped for a while) 😭 also I kept sending requests and felt kinda annoying for constantly spamming authors lmaoo but I love all their work sm ❤️ so here’s my first Minho fic heheh hope you enjoy :))

Summary: to escape from the pressures of being a greenie, you run and hide in the deadheads, accidentally stumbling upon the runners hut, where you encounter someone alluring.

Warnings: none really, peer pressure?, y/n has slight anxiety

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The revelation that I was the only girl in the glade made me want to pull all my hair out and vanish off the face of this earth. It had already been a few hours since I arrived but my mind still struggled to grasp the fact that I was the only girl here, in a glade full of boys, or men. So far, Newt and Alby have been accomodating which I was immensely grateful for, they have already set the bar so high that I’m now worried about having to meet the other gladers.

Apparently, it was tradition to throw a bonfire evening for the “greenie” each month, and fortunately for me, I was the greenie this month.

The moment I arrived, the boys seemed determined to throw me into some strange tradition involving a concoction Gally made “Come on greenie, it’s tradition!” One of the boys, Jack, jeered, holding out a cup filled with the suspicious drink.

Newt, who was seated beside me, shook his head, “I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pass Jack, thanks.” I brought my knees to my chest.

“Now that’s no fun! Just a sip!” George, another glader, insisted, pushing the drink closer to my face.

The tiniest whiff of whatever that beverage comprised of made me gag. “Oh- eugh! Please I don’t want that!” I shove his hand away.

“It’s tradition! Come on don’t break the streak! Even I downed three cups!” Tyler remarked.

I glanced around, the pressure was getting heavier and their voices were starting to echo in my head. “You might have to outrun them greenie!” Frypan teased.

Panic surged through me, and I bolted. I could hear their laugher and shouts behind me, urging me to stop and that Fry was only joking, but I didn’t dare look back. My heart raced as I ran blindly through the glade, towards the deadheads, searching for a place to hide.

I spotted a hut up ahead and, without thinking, dashed inside, slamming the door shut behind me. I leaned against it, panting and gasping for breath, my heart thudding in my chest.

Were they chasing after me? Should I stay here until the next morning? Where am I going to sleep? Hundreds of thoughts raced my mind at once and I needed to get away from everyone.

A throat cleared behind me, and I jumped, spinning around to see a tall, imposing figure watching me with amused curiosity. Alright, clearly I didn’t get away from everyone.

“Oh, uh, sorry! I didn’t see you there!” I stammered, feeling my face heat up.

Minho stood there, arms crossed over his chest, an eyebrow raised. “You know only runners are allowed in here,” he said, his voice firm yet not unkind.

“I’m sorry! I’ll leave right away! I didn’t mean to intrude—” I began to gush, stepping toward the door. But before I could reach the handle, Minho moved, his long stride bringing him directly in front of me.

He towered over me, one hand pressing against the door, keeping it shut.

I looked up at him, my confusion and nerves likely written all over my face. Why wasn’t he letting me leave? What did he want?

Minho’s silence was heavy, his dark eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a strange, electric tension crackling between us. Those eyes were not predatory unlike some of the other gladers.

My pulse quickened for reasons that had nothing to do with fear. The sound of the boys searching for me grew louder, their footsteps echoing just outside.

“She couldn’t have gone far!” one of them shouted.

Minho’s gaze never wavered from mine as he spoke, “If you’d like, I can accompany you for the rest of the evening.” It was as though he knew I was trying to hide from them and seek refuge.

“You’re not going to make me drink Gally’s drink, are you?” I blurted out, my voice shaky.

Minho chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Guess we’ll see,” he said, his tone teasing.

He extended his hand to me, his expression softening just a touch. I hesitated for a moment before placing my hand in his. His grip was firm, and reassuring. The simple contact sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too.

For a moment, we stood there, our hands clasped, the air between us charged with an unspoken connection. His presence was both intimidating and oddly comforting, a contradiction that made my head spin. I couldn’t help but glance at his lips, then back to his warm brown eyes.

Minho finally broke the silence, “Let’s get out of here before they come back,” he said, his voice gentle.

He led me out of the hut, and as we walked together, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something significant. The glade suddenly seemed less daunting with him by my side, and I found myself hoping that maybe, just maybe, this new world held more than just danger and fear.

[kaylatoonz]

Amy meets everyone but Sonic

I think it would be funny/interesting if Amy doesn’t meet Sonic until the end or near climax of the movie.

From what I can remember from the games, Amy would almost always do something small within the sideline of the story that becomes impactful in the main story. Best example of this is how her interaction between Silver and Shadow both play a part in them switching from antagonist to friends/allies to Sonic and his friends.

If the SCU introduces Amy in the third film I think this would be the best way to go about it if she doesn’t get as much screen time. There could be a side plot where Amy is trying to find Sonic but she meets everyone that has some connection to him instead. Each person she meets she helps/supports them in a small but impactful way that helps Sonic and friends in a big way by the climax or end of the film.

They could give us a taste of Amy’s strengths and feisty nature by showing her teaming up with knuckles (maybe give them a dynamic similar to Sonic X or IDW). Then they can establish her kindness and determination to help those who have been wronged, by showing her helping tails at his lowest point (maybe Amy helps tails in his SA2 arc or help him break sonic out of prison island). Finally, by the climax of the film Amy indirectly helps Sonic in the biggest way possible by reminding Shadow of his promise to Maria which encourages him to aid Sonic in saving the world.

Bonus points if throughout the film there this running gag of Sonic and Amy keep just missing each other.

Amy just left after helping knuckles and wade defend citizens from strange creatures (black arms?)

Sonic: sorry I’m late to the party, I heard from tails that you guys might need some back up

Knuckles: no need little brother we have defeated our new foe with the help of a valiant new ally.

Sonic:?

Wade: yeah your pink girlfriend was a lot of help 😄

Knuckles:*look confuse then thoughtful*

Sonic:… Wade i don’t have a girlfriend why would you assume

Wade: oh she is a pink hedgehog like you and she got really excited when she found out that we know you so sh..

Sonic: Wade you can’t just assume we’re together just because we’re both hedgehogs I don’t even kno… wait! She's a hedgehog too?! And she’s on our side!

Where is she? I gotta meet her! * starts dashing round the battle field*

Wade: as I was just saying you just missed her and she was actually looking for yo..

Sonic: dang it! Maybe I can catch up to her, we could use all the help we can get if we’re fighting that faker. Contact tails for the deets gotta go! * runs off*

Wade: wait sonic she was look for.. and he’s gone

Knuckles: she could be a good partner, they’re both strong and reckless 🤔

Wade: I know right 😄

Amy get held up fighting off /distracting the guards while helping tails break sonic out of prison island

Sonic: thanks little bro I didn’t think I could broke out here on my own.

Tails: your welcome but I can’t take all the credit I had some outside help

Sonic: let me guess pink hedgehog

Tails: yeah you’ve met

Sonic: nope but I’ve heard great things. I seem to just miss her everywhere I go

Tails: *smirks* so the fastest thing alive can’t caught the girl

Sonic:*roll eyes* hardy har har, very funny… is she still around? I really like to meet this new heroine, maybe team up.

Tails: yeah she holding back the guards I can put her on speak if you insist 😏

Sonic: tails😑

Tails: ok ok Hey Amy do you copy?

Amy: yep still here though my hands are a bit full at the moment. How are things on your end? Did you find him? Do you need help?

Tails: yeah everything great I found him , we’re safe and he really interested in meeting you😏 (sonic: tails it’s not like that😠) so we were hoping we can make our escape and meet back at..

Amy: *wham!* That sounds great I.. *fzzzz* I can meet you guy at *fzzz* HEY! You better stay down or I’ll get my hammer and! *fzzz *wham!*

Tails and Sonic: hammer?

Amy: *fzzz* oops…

Tails: what do you mean oops…

* An explosion can be heard from the other end and the build shakes*

Tails: AMY! ARE YOU STILL THERE! ARE YOU OK?!?! AMY PLEASE RESPON-

Amy: I’m ok! I’m ok there’s just a lot more exits then we originally planned so I’m just gonna take one of those * awkward giggles* I’ll meet you guys at *fzzz* *line cuts*

Tails: * sighs in relief* well better luck next time Sonic I don’t think you’ll be catching miss rose any time soon.

Sonic: dang I was really hoping to catch her this time she sounds like a fun gal.

Tails:😏

Sonic: *lightly punches tails shoulder* welp we better make use of Amy’s specially made exits and get out of here.

After Amy reminds Shadow of his promise to Maria and so Shadow joins Sonic in facing the final threat of the film (black arm, bio lizard, metal sonic?).

Sonic: hey shads come to join the party? What changed your mind?

Shadow: your pink friend reminded me of something important…

Sonic: *looks confused for a second before realizing who he’s talking about*

Sonic: no way… she really is something special…😊

Shadow: she is…😌 now let get this over with this only one time thing got that faker😈

Sonic: whatever you say faker😈 now let’s kick some butts.

[daftpatience]

[pointing at your icon like i would a cat who put flour over my kitchen's floor] YOU !!!!! My dash was so full of The Vampire Dies In No Time fanart that i thought this show was the new trending thing on anime nerds tumblr (<- didnt realize the reblogs came from only one v active user) and over a few days of seeing the nice looking vampire nonstop on my timeline i caved in and watched the show.. AND NOW IM HERE IN SMALL FANDOM HELL AGAIN... ! Congratulations on the reblogging i guess, your propaganda worked on me xD and i still need to finish s2 but i am now feeling very much Not normal over draluc and ronadora and am even tempted to draw fanart if i have time one day... in the meantime very much loved the first page of the comic you made for them and would be delighted to see more if you wanna show it one day (though no pressure and i mean it !) TLDR ; thank you/curse you i am now a tvdint fan as well

YES!!! YESSS!!!! YEAAAAH!!!!! EASSSHYEAH EYAH EYAH EYAH!!!!!! YEAHEYAEHAYFYHIAJFSIKOEGJDFLK:JG!!!!!! THIS IS INCREDIBLY GOOD NEWS TO ME AND IM FLATTERED TO HAVE HAD A HAND IN IT!!

DRALUC CUTENESS BEAM

for those of u whove not seen it its a very silly gag anime/manga about a vampire and a vampire hunter that end up living together/teaming up and all the hijinks they deal with. theyre incredibly shippable men and are a sort of parody of a bickering married couple in canon. draluc is the housewife and wears cute aprons and is good at cooking and its really cute. it's got all the gag manga horny jokes youd expect but, refreshingly, it doesnt put a big focus on women getting their clothes blasted off in stupid hyperspecific scenarios and all that nonsense. everyone is getting their clothes blasted off in stupid hyperspecific scenarios.

the neat thing is there's actually a really well-fleshed-out world going on here, but nearly all of it is getting fleshed out behind the scenes in omakes and the mangaka's tweets and such. there's a google drive of all of the translated worldbuilding tweets and canon AU info (there are a bunch of AUS that the mangaka came up with that the fandom enjoys - you'll probably notice tags like Delta au, Uso au, 30 years later, etc.)

anyways. there is also john and ill never get over how excellent the reference is that the vampire's familiar is an armadillo. look at him

[imaginespazzi]

Nivi,

I think my prior ask maybe got lost in the shuffle. I know you’ve been super busy so I understand. Hopefully this one makes it through 🤞🏼

Hmmmm so I guess Paige is taking her frustrations out on Angie because she feels like she could potentially be taking her spot on the team after her 1yr deal is up? Poor Angie. Why do I feel like the micro aggressions might not be over with? Curious to see what Azzi’s reaction will be to the news.

I love menace Tessa and Jana. Figured someone else was bound to catch on, those 2 couldn’t hide their heart eyes even if they wanted to. Jana saying “won’t somebody please think about the complications” made me laugh really good. I see what you did there lol.

Stephie and Paige are becoming my new favorite duo, I love their relationship so much. Stephie not wanting Paige to cook is so real. I feel like Paige’s cooking style would just be door dash. I can’t picture that woman cooking anything 😂 I loved the call back of how much Paige hates vegetables and anything healthy calling them “nasty green things”. I think about that episode all the time. It’s always surprising how terrible the diets of elite athletes are. Paige probably would just eat In N Out and Noodles and Company for every meal if she could. Food is just another example of how much of a ying n yang relationship Paige and Azzi have. Princess eats all this really tasty healthy food, and Paige would rather shovel Chick-fil-A down her throat while she runs around 😅

Ohhhhh Stephie inherited the petty gene from Azzi I see 😃 And she’s a master manipulator? Using Clemence was a stroke of evil genius really. I love jealous Azzi! Not Claudia calling out her mom 😂 Stephie using Claudia’s mom to make her point? Oh this kid is too smart for her own good.

Hmmmm so the conversation with Drew in the car, how long has Azzi been feeling doubt? Really curious to finally find out what happened with the break up, because Drew’s reaction to seeing Azzi again and seeing his sister get back with her, just holds a lot of bitterness. More so than what seems reasonable for the info we have received so far. Like obviously he doesn’t understand Azzi’s reasoning for the break up. Did Paige just not share the real reason? Was Azzi’s reason to Paige not fully clear? It doesn’t feel like he believes that Azzi did whatever she could to not hurt his sister and as a byproduct not hurt himself. Just seems like there might be some misunderstanding that’s been festering for years. Obviously he’s hurt that Azzi wasn’t around in his life anymore and that’s definitely part of it. I’m just waiting for the full curtain to be pulled back I guess you could say.

Can’t wait to be a fly on the wall for that super awkward dinner next chapter 😅

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Hi lovie,

I fear it either didn't get through or it got buried under everything, sorry love <3

Yep! Trust her to never deal with her frustrations the right way lol.

They're so darn obvious, that it was only a matter of time before someone picked it up and really Jana needed someone else to commiserate with her.

I absolutely love writing Stephie and Paige so I love that y'all love them too! Paige's cooking style beyond doordash is making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches lmao but yeah she definitely drives Azzi a little insane when instead of helping get Stephie to eat her greens, she's out there gagging at them.

Evil genius Stephie fr fr

Azzi I think has always been a bit of an overthinker and especially when it comes to her relationship with Paige and it all sort of reaches a cumulative breaking point eventually. Drew doesn't know a lot about the breakup because it's something Paige never really wanted to talk about. But there's really a lot of things with Azzi that has Drew upset down to the fact that if she'd stayed, Paige would never have to have gone through her heartbreak, even if she wasn't really in love with her, with Olivia either. And ofc he feels like Azzi abandoned him too. But yeah a lot of things to be unpacked.

[vex-bittys]

Bittyswap (part 27)

My version of Bittyswap involves full-sized bittybones (and other monsters) living in the Underground and getting miniature humans as pets.

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Cherry's severe anxiety ruled him out as our food fetcher, and Lil Bro declared that he'd met his activity quota for the month. Yanyan couldn't be bothered with menial tasks like lifting and carrying, nor could he be seen in a lowbrow location like Grillby’s. That left the task of gathering our meals to fall upon Cap's broad and hopefully capable shoulders. It also meant that I would be going to Grillby’s since Cap took his job as my caretaker so seriously that he refused to let me out of his sight again. 

I don't blame him. If my “pet” trashed my kitchen so badly that the entire worldly concept of breakfast suffered a critical hit, I wouldn't leave them unsupervised either. Brassberry never took me to Grillby’s with him though because the Snowdin Royal Guard frequented the establishment. Nobody else seemed concerned, but I couldn't help wondering if this was a good idea (says the human!bitty who thought a homemade pancake breakfast was a good idea).

Gathering everyone's order became another ordeal in our fraught-with-peril quest to just have a meal today since each skeleton had specific requests, and each of his housemates felt the need to pass commentary on those requests.

Cherry asked for the Junior Grillby’s Special with extra mustard on the burger and fries, which was met with a chorus of indignation and outrage. I added a tiny “eww” under my breath. Mustard is gross, but I didn't want Cherry to feel bad. Hopefully someone else would order something that I could nibble off of. Lil Bro dashed those hopes when he spoke up next. He wanted the Grillby’s Special with, of all things, honey slathered on the burger and fries.

“Degenerate,” hissed Yanyan.

"Gross,” Cap said, making an exaggerated gagging sound.

“Why?” cried a distraught Cherry.

I just gave my best Neutral Face of Displeasure but said nothing. Maybe Yanyan would share his food with me. He had impeccable taste… except when it came to burgers and fries apparently. 

Before Yanyan told us what he wanted, he launched into a lengthy tirade about the quality of any establishment that didn't serve Glamburgers. To Yanyan, the Glamburger (which I'd never even heard of) was the pinnacle of branded gourmet cuisine, unrivaled by anything that came out of the cut-rate grease trap next door. I assume he meant Grillby’s. Yanyan took a moment to collect himself from the emotional distress of not getting a Glamburger and dictated a long and complicated order to us with special requests for things like kale, tofurkey, vegan cheese, and sprouted chia seed buns. I looked around, sure that the haughty skeleton was joking, but the other housemates were just sighing and rolling their eyelights.

Tofurkey is a real thing? What the heck is it? Toes? Fur? Keys?! I grew more alarmed the more I considered the possibilities, and I hadn't even thought about the other ingredients yet!

“you're really gonna waste a trip to Grillby’s on health food?” Lil Bro asked,  scornful. Ah, healthy foods. Antioxidants and Omega-3s and superfoods and whatnot. I know nothing about health-conscious options; I am all about flavor with the curves to prove it. You couldn't change Yanyan's mind by mocking him though. A person needed tact and an appeal to the skeleton’s ego for that.

“You're already so slender, Yanyan. Isn't kale and-” I struggled to remember the words he'd used. “-tofurkey for people who are on diets?”

Yanyan preened at the compliment, just like I knew he would. “I WOULDN'T WANT ANYONE TO THINK I NEED TO DIET. I GUESS I'LL GET THE SPECIAL.” Finally, food that I can actually eat with no weird add-ons! “WITH EXTRA GLITTER ON THE BURGER AND FRIES!”

Dammit!

I couldn't count on Brassberry, asleep or not, to choose something normal. His usual consisted of a Grillby’s Special double with steak fries. This might seem normal for a monster who prides himself on being tough and macho, even if the fries are thick cut potatoes and not actual meat. The problem is what he does to the aforementioned food. He absolutely saturates it in appalling amounts of ketchup. 

Cap was my only hope to finally get a taste of non-ketchup-flavored food from the Underground's famous Grillby’s Bar and Grill. I believed in him, but I got a bit less confident and a lot more nervous when Cap placed me carefully against his cervical vertebrae and tucked a warm scarf around me. I usually rode around in Brassy's pocket, safely hidden from sight. Sure, I could enjoy the view from Cap's mountainous height, but any monster we passed could easily spot me.

I felt exposed, despite burrowing down into my little scarf nest. Maybe Grillby’s, a popular hangout and restaurant destination, would be totally empty during the lunch rush? A very small and vulnerable girl can hope.

“Make sure nothing happens to our human!bitty,” Yanyan called to us as we stepped outside, which isn't at all ominous. I watched the door close on him, flanked on either side by Lil Bro and Cherry who nodded their agreement to ensuring my safety against dangers unknown (to me anyway).

I was now alone with Cap in the big, wide dangerous world of Snowdin, and all I could think of was that I'd been upgraded from vermin to pest to Brassy's pet to their human!bitty.

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Smapril Day 18 - claiming

I'm back with a vengeance after my vacation! Today's late night Smapril prompt comes to you based off a gorgeous wip @lucid-dreamling shared that I just... absolutely went feral for. So much so that I wrote 3k words about it ahhwhssjbsbweb. Once I get the full thing beta'd, I'll post that as well, but have a snippet for now!

As always, all smutty drabbles are dedicated to my beloved @staroftheendless 💖

“You may call me Dream,” the god says, eyes focused on Hob’s cock. 

Of course his name is Dream, Hob thinks. A being like that could only come from his wildest imaginations. 

"Dream," Hob replies, and he does not bother hiding the arousal in his voice when it is so clearly reciprocated. “Are you pleased with the offering of my body?”

“I am,” Dream replies, finally lifting his eyes to meet Hob’s once more. “I have decided you will become my chosen maiden. You are aware of the responsibilities, correct?”

Hob nods, and recites the words drilled into his mind from the moment he was selected. “In exchange for immortal life and health, I will warm your bed however you wish me to. My devotion to your needs will strengthen your power, so that in turn, you may continue to guard our village from peril.”

Dream hums, satisfied with Hob’s answer. “Very good. You have been well prepared. Now come to me, my maiden. I would taste you now, and seal our pact.”

Hob barely holds himself from dashing into Dream’s arms at the command, but only just. When he reaches the other side of the clearing, Dream does not hold back and yanks the thin fabric of Hob’s robe towards him before their lips crash together.

Hob moans into the kiss, and Dream slips an inhumanly long tongue into his mouth. It probes all the way to the back of Hob’s throat, and he gags at the sudden intrusion. Dream quirks his lips at the noise, and withdraws his tongue. Hob misses it already.

“You taste divine, beloved maiden,” Dream whispers against Hob’s lips. One of Dream’s right hands cards itself through Hob's thick chest hair, while the other traces a pattern along his pelvis. Hob whines and bucks into the touch but Dream’s left hands grip his hips to still him. 

“Not yet,” Dream chides him, kissing along the column of Hob’s throat. “I need to complete the mark first. Then you and I can consummate our bond.”

Hob groans but stills himself so Dream can continue drawing the Maiden’s Mark on him. The mark binds him specifically to Dream, and no other god or mortal man will be able to touch Hob after this. The thought had initially terrified Hob, but as he stands here in Dream’s arms, cock leaking painfully all over himself, he knows that he is already absolutely ruined for anyone else. 

When Dream completes the mark, he whispers an incantation in a language Hob does not know. Then suddenly, Hob’s skin is alight with heat and he feels Dream’s magic rushing into his body, binding them together.

The mark sears into him like a brand. Perhaps it is one, Hob thinks. A mark of ownership. A claim on his personhood. His soul.

"Now you are mine," Dream growls into his ear. Hob feels one set of hands grip his hips while the other set roams along his body, fingertips dancing along his skin. When Dream's fingers brush the Maiden's Mark on his lower abdomen, Hob jolts violently and moans. Dream's touch feels like lightning on his skin. 

“You’ve received my mark remarkably well,” Dream murmurs, and then Hob feels a hand close around his exposed cock. “Now it is time for us to begin.”

[electricea]

@musemelodies sent - 🔥🔥🔥 ( Unpopular Opinions - Not Accepting! )

While I do love (and seem to have a proclivity) for himbo muses, I hate that 'himbo' can often end up overshadowing everything else about them, whether it's RP or even in the media (like another character I really like atm has been getting a ton of himbo jokes in the mobile game based off of the anime) and while I do enjoy a good himbo joke, it's just annoying how it just seems to become a gag or their sole personality trait?? It's why I try not to lean into Ryuji's stupid side, too much - because there is more to him and more to these guys than just being dumb himbos.

I touched on this earlier in ask - I get the anxiety about rules passwords and I think it's partly because in a few cases (mind you, very few but a few regardless) it seems more complicated than it needs to? People turn it into a puzzle - like find a word on every page on my blog and assemble a sentence and send it in - and I do get their reasoning to a point - to prove that you've read every page, but I'm sorry, I'm not doing a full scavenger hunt or puzzle just to prove that I've read your rules.

Probably not an unpopular opinion especially since a lot of people seem to be dash only, but overly complex themes are a pain for me too - it's cool if you want to go all out, have full on rotating flowers or whatever or a big gorgeous graphic of your muse but if in all that beauty, I can't even find where your pages are supposed to be then sorry, I'm out.

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! It's ya girl back with more! This chapter's a bit dark but like its for the plot so....

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Swearing, threatening, verbal assault, (lmk if i need to add something here!)

Made of Glass

Chapter seven: Smooth

Latrine duty was worse than it sounded but at least she wasn't alone. Five men were on their knees next to her.

George Luz and Donald Malarkey were the only guys cleaning latrines that she was previously friendly with. Birdie had officially introduced herself to Tipper and Shifty while scrubbing toilets. She'd tried not to think about it too much when she shook their hands, grimacing.

And lastly, tormenting her in the lavatories was Joseph Liebgott.

She had only ever butted heads with him and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. He rolled his eyes when she spoke and she made faces at him when his back was turned.

George caught her sticking her tongue out at the behind Liebgott's head once and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Which had caused her to giggle and caught the man's attention, he scoffed at the pair who were apparently laughing at nothing.

“You're doing it wrong.” Liebgott told the woman in the stall next to him. Birdie audibly sighed,

“By all means; do it for me, then.” She invited but instead of taking over her task, he decided to fling an underhanded comment her way.

“Aren't women supposed to be good at cleaning?”

“Yeah? Well that's why I'm here and not a ‘good little housewife’ for some sorry fool.” Birdie was starting to reach her limit of face time with Liebgott. She brushed off everything he said with her own witty reply but she could only take so much of his attitude before she began souring, he was actually starting to piss her off.

“The man who marries you would be a fool.” Joe mumbled loud enough for her to hear. Birdie was about to retort when another voice interrupted.

“Children, children, please! Enough with the bickering, just kiss already!” It was George who tried to break up the endless insults between them, although his tone was full of delight. He attempted to keep the mood up but he was enjoying their spiteful remarks a little too much.

“Good thing I’m kneeling over a toilet, cause I just threw up a bit.” Bernadette fake gagged to emphasise her point.

“Oh yeah? Well you-“ Liebgott began but the Liebgott-Birdie banter was cut off once again.

“Oh my God! I can’t take it anymore!" Malarkey called out.

“These two are going drive us all insane!” Tipper added earning chuckles from the group excluding Birdie and Liebgott who glowered at each other and returned to their work.

Maybe ignoring one another was the best course of action.

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Sparkling lavatories meant the six cleaners were released, permitted to spend the rest of the Saturday afternoon as they pleased.

Bernadette had dashed for the showers, making an effort to rid her body and hair of the lingering smell; a sickly mixture of sweat, cleaning products and an outhouse.

She let her damp hair hang down her back, allowing it to air dry on her way to her barracks. Birdie had decided to spend her time off replying to the multitude of letters she had begun receiving from her hometown. The latest letter accrued that very morning was from her oldest sister, Helen and she was itching to read it.

Her mind was off in the clouds, wondering what her relations were up to and what news might be waiting for her. Birdie's legs automatically took the route to her sleeping quarters, now known off by heart. She rounded the corner, still a few minutes away from her destination and noticed a group of uniformed men circled around and passing smokes between them.

Birdie gave them a brief smile and no second thought, aiming to cruise past them. It seemed as though they had other plans in mind.

“Well hello, beautiful.” The tallest man of the group smiled and the three men with him chuckled along as if he was a comedian. Whatever joke he was telling did not fill Birdie with joy. She slowed her pace and swallowed the salvia forming in her mouth, suddenly anxious to return to the women's building.

“Afternoon.” She spoke curtly, stepping around them only to be stopped when he moved in her path.

“Now, where do you think you're going, huh? We just want to talk.” His grin made Birdie jittery, she looked around hoping someone she knew would walk by, she'd even found herself wishing to see her CO so that he would send her up Currahee, far away from these strangers.

She heard a shuffle of feet behind her and kicked herself when she realised two of the guys had split off and come up at her rear.

The four men stepped to her, until they were close enough that she could feel the exhaled puff of their cigarettes on her from all angles.

Birdie tried her best to glare at them, the tallest man in particular. He raised his hand toward her and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek, cooing a: 'Come on now, girly.'

The second his skin touched hers a nauseating feeling churned in her stomach, she slapped his outstretched hand away and growled aggressively, “Don't touch me!”

This only caused the men around her to laugh at her and spurred two others to reach out at her, skimming her arm or toying with her hair. The southern girls heart pounded, she began imagining the most efficient way to smack him up side the head and which direction to sprint in.

“Don't be a fuckin' tease.” One hissed into her ear, she flinched away from his voice and curled her fist up, ready to punch her way out of the men encircling her like a pack of lions hunting down their prey.

“The fuck?” A familiar voice vocalised from the direction she had come from. She could have cried out in relief when three Easy company men came into her view.

Tipper, her newly formed acquaintance, stood by Liebgott and a man she was yet to converse with, labelled Grant.

The trio advanced aggressively towards the surrounded lady, causing three of the men to stumble backwards away from the brunette lady.

The leader of their gang pressed himself closer to her before her comrades reached the two and simultaneously pulled on her arm, causing her to lose her balance and lean into him. She let out a yelp at his quick action.

“This isn't over. Watch your back.” He whispered, then adding louder, “Bitch.” The offending men disappeared and Birdie was left stunned.

All three Easy guys arrived which arms reach, too late to fend off her would be attackers. They took slowed steps in her direction like they were scared of spooking her.

“You okay?” Grant asked her gently. She feet were welded to the spot they left her in and her eyes couldn't be torn away from the area she last saw them.

“Who were those guys?” Tipper wondered.

“Fuckin' assholes.” Liebgott answered, glaring in the direction they scampered off in. He turned to the clearly shaken girl, “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine....” Bernadette murmured, she was still in a state of shock, playing through the events in her mind. Why hadn't she done something sooner? Was her first instinct really to freeze up like that?

“Birdie, if they-”

“Jesus! I said I'm fuckin' fine.” The woman raised her voice, something none of the men had experience yet.

“I was just asking if-” Liebgott was cut off again by her harsh voice.

“Well stop askin'. I can take care of myself.” Her body shifted into action, finally thawing out enough to move and she stomped past them in the direction she was headed in to begin with. It was Joe's turn to huff this time. He was just trying to be nice and check on her, what was her problem?

“Yeah, it sure looked like it.” The second he said the words, he regretted them. Grant and Tipper tensed and Birdie stopped in her tracks.

“Fuck off, Liebgott.” And she was gone. Joe was left to watch her figure retreat with a pit of guilt settling in his stomach.

“Smooth.” Tipper pretended to hide his comment in a cough, which earned a stern look from his friend.

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Her mail was forgotten in her footlocker for safe keeping.

Bernadette sat on her cot listening to her friends conversing. She smiled and nodded, hiding any indication that something was amiss. The last thing she wanted was the women questioning her or trying to convince her to tell someone. She would happily move on an ignore the events of the day.

“Hey.” A honey sweet voice pulled her focus from the larger group of women. The blonde girl who slept in the cot next to her had gained her attention.

“How you holding up?”

“Huh?” Had someone told her what happened? Were rumours spreading already? Birdie's breaths quickened awaiting an explanation from the sweet medic who had moved to sit on Birdie's bed with her.

“I heard about the night duty.... and the extra PT... and something about a circle?” Her brow quirked upwards, a warm smile curled into her lips.

Oh. “Oh!” She smiled back at the Dog company blonde.

“Yeah, um... my CO... he's just testing me, I suppose.” Birdie chuckled. She didn't want to speak too badly of Sobel in case things got back to him or Sergeant Evans was hiding under her bunk (she wouldn't put it passed him).

Constance asked Birdie more about adjusting to Easy and in turn told her about Dog company. The two shared a story or two about home, Connie spoke about her five sisters, they were all nurses taking after their mother.

“And then my oldest sister told him to shove off!” The pair cackled like two hens. Birdie grabbed at her stomach, her cheeks ached from laughing so hard. She had to grab onto Connie's arm to stop her from rolling off the single cot as she giggled, wiggling too close to the edge. This only caused another bout of laughter between them.

“Oh! My sister!” Birdie's laughter died down when she recalled the unopened letter and dove for her footlocker. She ripped it open and took a second to scan it. Her small smile turned into a mammoth grin the further down she read.

“Good news?” Connie inquired, curiously.

“My sister's havin' another baby!” Birdie declared, the room full of women heard her announcement and cheered, congratulating her on a second niece or nephew. That sparked the ladies to pull out family pictures and talk about their loved ones proudly.

Birdie reveled in this moment, all the women were chatting happily, forming the bond only close friends and sisters shared.

Francesca stood between the door and the butt barrel, watching and puffed away silently. The faintest hint of an amused expression found it's way onto her face. She locked eyes with Bernadette and the two shared a pleased look. Francesca gave the southerner an approving nod; she recognised Birdie as the glue pulling the group together.

Birdie winked at the woman then turned to review a photo that had been shoved in her direction.

A/N: I purposefully haven't named the shady guys in this chapter and they will stay unnamed cause why would I waste time on assholes like that? Till next time x

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter eight

[nicetryfed]

@goodomensafterdark

Writer's Guild Presents The Nice and Accurate Guide to TPS Reports

(Or The Office Space AU No One Asked For)

Chapter 2- The Degradation Will Continue Until Morale Improves

Chapter 2/15ish

Rated T (for now, will most likely squeak into M territory)

TW nongraphic mentions of sex work (Tracy's gonna Tracy)

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley, employees at rival tech firms that may or may not have noticed each other from afar, unexpectedly find themselves working together on a high-stakes project with alarming potential to control society. Under the watchful eyes of mysterious consultants, they join forces to secretly sabotage the project, risking their jobs and reputations to protect humanity’s freedom. Along the way, they navigate office politics, dodge suspicion, and grow closer, hoping to find liberation from both the corporate machine and the looming threat they helped dismantle.

Or

Our two idiots thwart the downfall of humanity, but this time from behind a desk.

Chapter Notes:

Look, I know that in Office Space, Joanna was a server, which was great because it showed that any workplace could be full of corporate bullshit.

However, this is where I diverge from that source material and have Crowley work for a competitor because I want the main plot to focus on Aziraphale and Crowley being "on opposite sides."

Divinitech still gonna Initech, though.

TW: a "blink and you'll miss it" mention of American politics. No names are mentioned or even alluded to, no outcomes, nothing like that- just politics mentioned in a general conversation.

Excerpt:

“Anyway, Crowley, you need to know- something big is coming up—massive undertaking. And you... you’re going to be heading up the project.” Hastur cleared his throat loudly, swallowing whatever wet mess he’d coughed up.

Crowley managed to hold his gag inside, trying his best to appear nonchalant. “Oh, yeah?”

“Huge project, important client. There’s talk that there may be some collaboration with … *the enemy.* So, head on a swivel, yeah? Got to do our best. Well…” Ligur grinned at him, “ *Your* best, anyway.”

Indignant, Crowley sat up almost straight. “I always do my best!”

That was a lie. He always did just enough to get by without getting picked on, and it had worked relatively well for him. Until now, anyway. He knew it was a lie, and so did they, if their tandem eye rolls were anything to go by.

“Yeah, alright then, you'll keep me posted as soon as you know more?”

Hastur snorted as he leaned in, the stench of him overpowering. “Yeah, Crowley,” he whispered hoarsely in his ear as he stroked the back of Crowley’s hand. “I’ll always come to you first.” 

After they slithered away, Crowley dashed for the toilet; he was overcome with the need to wash his hands and get some relatively fresh air.

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I don't know if I'll be posting here or on Reddit every week, but I will be posting chapters every Thursday except for Thanksgiving (posting early for that one)

Thank you to everyone who has read so far!

[summerwritesfics]

♠️Breathing Underwater

Pairing: Gen Length: 1417 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Whump, Torture, Psychological Torture, Whumpee!Kuai Liang, Whumper!Quan Chi, Claustrophobia, Unusual methods of Torture, Drowning (I mean not really but I can see this possibly triggering someone sensitive to that so…), Breathable Liquid.

It’s Better To Be Broken Than To Break Masterlist

Notes: Annnddd, we’re back to things I wrote like 2 years ago and am only just getting around to posting 🫣 Once upon a time on tumblr, I read a text post detailing a breathable liquid that was often used as a torture method. Given this was during the “Alexandria’s Genesis” era of tumblr, I am like 99% sure it was absolute bullshit. That said the idea has been living rent free in my head for over a decade (which… should probably be slightly more concerning than I find it, but anyway). So uh, decided to use it to put Kuai through hell LOL :3

Kuai wasn't sure how long he'd been floating in this dark box. He knew realistically it could only be a few hours at most, but it felt like days. He had never heard of this liquid before, he couldn't recall what Quan Chi had called it. All he knew is that for whatever reason, this liquid was breathable. Indeed even as it filled his lungs, despite the initial panic telling him it was wrong, he found he was having no troubles.

Just because he could breathe in it, didn't mean it was at all pleasant.

His lungs were built for oxygen in its gas form, not a liquid. He could breathe but his chest felt uncomfortable, full and heavy. Being in the dark and silence of the box meant there was nothing else he could focus on. The only thing that was grounding him was using his hands to feel around the confines of the box. He could feel it, that meant he was still alive. It was not enough to distract from the feeling of liquid pushing and pulling out of his lungs.

How much longer was Quan Chi going to keep him in here? Kuai Liang had been through most forms of torture and pain imaginable, but never anything like this. He wasn't sure he could keep it together much longer. He was tired and in pain, and now on top of that he was beginning to panic. The feeling of the walls that had once helped remind him he was alive were suddenly feeling tight. It felt like they were closing in on him, threatening to crush him. The pressure in his chest was too much. He needed to get out of here. He couldn't be here.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die!

He was surprised when above him he saw a light, and felt a pair of hands grab him. Feeling himself being dragged back above the liquid, into the air, and then unceremoniously thrown to the floor.

Any relief at being out of the box was quickly dashed when his lungs painfully spasmed. His chest convulsed violently as the liquid was expelled from his mouth. Holding himself up on his hands and knees, he gagged and choked as his body forced the liquid out of him. His chest was absolutely burning with every heave, and he clung to the floor as it seemed finally the last of it was out.

Finally he gasped, desperate to get air into his lungs instead. Hands giving out under him, he collapsed on the floor. His entire torso hurt from the efforts. Finding his breathing was uneven and deep, somehow now that he was out, breathing in air felt wrong.

A pair of feet appeared in his view, before Quan Chi crouched down to be more at Kuai's level. He could only stare at him uneasily, throat too sore to speak. He felt fingers brush against his temple, stroking back a few strands of hair.

“Did you enjoy your break from me?” Quan Chi asked with a malicious grin.

Kuai chose not to answer. A yes would result in Quan Chi calling his bluff and putting him back in, and a no would reveal just how badly it had shaken him and how affective a form of torture it was.

Although, Quan Chi could probably already tell that.

“Cat got your tongue, Grandmaster?” Quan Chi said in a mocking tone. “Maybe you need a bit more time in there.”

“No,” Kuai gasped, he could feel himself starting to shake. He couldn't go back in there, he just couldn't. “Please, no.”

Quan Chi's laugh only reinforced that he'd made a huge mistake. He felt those hands grab his biceps, pulling him up. Every part of his body told him to fight back, to not let this happen. He blindly clawed at Quan Chi, incoherent pleas babbling from his lips.

He was hauled back in, feeling the liquid cover the lower half of his body. Before he could fight back, he felt his head being forced down. Mouth open, the liquid immediately started to flow down his throat, his lungs once more trying to reject the intrusion. He barely noticed when the hands let go of him until seconds later when the lid was pulled down and he was once more plunged into darkness.

He thrashed, unable to scream as he felt like he was drowning. His fists hit the sides of the box, feet too, as he struggled and tried to gain Quan Chi's attention to get him out. Pain blossomed across his knuckles. He sobbed as he finally stilled, half heartedly scratching at the walls surrounding him. Silence and black entombed him. He couldn't even cry properly.

All he could do was lay there and wait for Quan Chi to come back.

How long have I been here? Hours? Days? Months? Years?

Time meant nothing in this coffin. The logical part of his mind tried to tell him that it couldn't be any longer than a day or two. That he would have died by starvation or dehydration by now otherwise. But he didn't know. And his mind was starting to unravel at the thought he'd never get out of here.

His chest still hurt, as did his knuckles. He was exhausted, unable to sleep while he was floating in the void. He had gone limp hours ago, his body finally giving out on him.

I need to get out of here.

I need to get out of here.

I need to-

Suddenly he was blinded by a light. He felt someone grab hold of him. He was pulled out and once more thrown to the floor.

Like the previous time, his body immediately protested, chest spasming and the liquid once more evacuating his body with such force he was sure his lungs were going to come up with the liquid. This time however, he felt a hand on his back, rubbing it in a comforting manner.

“There, there, get it all out.” Any hope that he had been rescued went out the window when he realised it was Quan Chi beside him. He sobbed as he retched up the last of the liquid.

He felt his body begin to give out on him again, but an arm around his torso caught him. He didn't struggle as he felt himself being pulled backwards. Kuai found himself lent with his back against Quan Chi's chest. An arm still around his own torso kept him there, while another hand grasped his chin and angled it to look up. Kuai stared into Quan Chi's impassive face, and he couldn't stop the flood of tears.

“P-please,” Kuai begged between his laboured breathing. “P-please, no more, no more.”

“Who would have thought that this was all I had to do to get such a lovely reaction from you.” The hand on his chin caressed him slightly.

“I-I'm s-sorry, please,” Kuai whimpered, slowly able to move his arms again.

“I really didn't expect this to affect you this much, it's rather delightful. Maybe I should put you back in again,” Quan Chi teased, his tone far too light for the horror that Kuai was feeling at that moment. “See how far I can push you.”

“No, no, no.” Kuai finally managed to move his arm, reaching to grab onto Quan Chi's armour. “Please, please, no, anything else, please, anything but that, please, please don't-”

“Shh, shh, I'm merely teasing you,” he whispered, his tone so sickly sweet and obviously fake, and yet in Kuai's distraught state it was the closest to comfort he'd felt since he'd been brought here. “We're done for today, you can relax.”

The rational part of his mind told him to fight back, to scream and be angry at what he was being put through. That didn't happen though. Instead he felt his body slump, head resting on Quan Chi's shoulder as he continued to wail. The way Quan Chi cooed at him, comforting him like he wasn't the reason for his misery, was sickening.

Yet he couldn't move. Just clung to Quan Chi and cried through the mock care.

He felt Quan Chi shift, hooking an arm around Kuai's back and under his knees. Feeling himself being lifted bridal style, he hid his face in the crook of Quan Chi's neck. He wasn't sure where he was being carried, but he didn't care.

Whatever Quan Chi had planned next could never be worse than this.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

may the fourth be with you

summary: star wars convention

WC: 730

warnings: sexual implications near the end

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

honestly would love to do a full fleshed fic with this premise. this would have been longer, but i just wanted to keep it short

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May 4, 1985

“Oh shit, dude look…” “No way that’s Jabba…” “Look at all the stormtroopers…” “Look how tall that guy is!”

“It’s already starting to smell funky in here.” “Just try and breathe through your mouth when you need it.”

Two loud claps stopped your group's ramblings, everyone paying attention to the source of the noise.

Steve stood a step away from you, hands on his hips as he faced everyone. You and Max are in the front, her arms linked around your bicep. Both of you dressed in Leia cosplay, you in her New Hope all-white dress while Max went in her forest look from the battle on Endor. The boys were huddled in the back, heads turning every now and again to take in more of the scenery. Lucas decked out in Lando’s finest clothing, Will sporting the simple outfit of Luke from Empire Strikes Back final scene. Mike and Dustin’s outfits weren’t the best for the packed building, well, Mike was dressed in traffic cone orange so at least you know he won’t blend easily. Dustin had a Halloween Chewbacca costume, probably starting to sweat under the fur. Now with Dustin as Chewbacca, it was obvious who he had to be since he was always showing off his impression, there was just one more person needed to complete the duo.

“You’re so whipped, dude. I thought your dignity would win out.” Dustin teased in Steve’s direction as he wore the famous dark blue vest with the blaster holder strapped to his waist.

Steve’s only reaction to the comment was a roll of his eyes before he focused on the task at hand.

“Okay, we’re gonna try and stick together. If you want to split up, tell me or (Y/n) before you go running off, and make sure it’s in pairs and that one of you has a walkie. Now it’s only,” he flicked his left wrist to look at his watch, a new one you bought him, “it’s only ten-thirty. So around twelve or twelve-thirty we can head to the food court and get lunch. Everyone good with the plans?” He waited for any objections.

“Can we split up already?” Mike’s hand shot up from the back.

Steve sighed, “why?”

“‘Cause, it looks lame when we’re in this big group.” He huffed.

Steve moved back to your side, still staring down Mike, “hey, be grateful you’re even here. I don’t hear any thank yous.”

“Thank you, (Y/n),” everyone said your way, with different levels of enthusiasm.

“You’re very welcome.” You turned to Steve, “let’s just let them roam on their own if they want. We’ll just slow them down. Plus I want to spend alone time with the dashing Han Solo.” Flirting shamelessly in front of the children, as Dustin stated on the ride to the convention.

There was a gagging noise, from one of the boys or Max, who removed her hold on you and slipped away. You took as your opportunity to follow in her actions and looped your arms along Steve’s left bicep.

“Alright, you can go on your own. In a group,” he reminded them before they ran off.

You chuckled as they all scampered off, enjoying their freedom, “look at our young rebellion.”

Steve sighed, “you say that like they’re our own children. And I would only take five out of the six kids.”

You both automatically gave each other knowing looks, “no Mike.” “leave Mike.” You both said together, giggles rumbling through your chest.

“Well, Princess,” Steve turned away from where the kids disappeared to and fully stood in front of you, doing the mocking royal gesture of putting one arm behind his back while he held the other out for you,  “why don’t you show me around and blow me away with your knowledge since you know I’ve fallen asleep a few times.”

“Well, Mr. Solo,” hand falling into his as if it was second nature, “it would be my pleasure. But I could blow you away in other methods.” You made sure he heard the teasing in your tone.

He leaned his mouth close to your ear, “oh I know sweetheart, but maybe another time. Let’s keep it pg, we have too many children anyway.” And he pulled away with a kiss to the shell of your ear, a shiver running up your spine at hyper-speed.

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[inhurtandincomfort]

Ailesswhumptober day 5: Migraine

Finished this one just now, whew! Kinda rushed towards the end because I still have so much to work on, but I'm quite pleased with it - It's a lot less serious than most of my works, but this is the voice that came to me and I'm tired, I haven't proof read it, in the spirit of our dear Captain himself - fuck it, we ball.

TW for emeto. Not too detailed, but if you have a phobia do not read it.

Ancassius was not having a very good day. Nay, not even a good week.

First that bastard Captain Whatshisface stole that smuggling deal from right under his nose, a steady supply of Celunium that would have made him an easy fortune. It doesn't matter if someone else got there first, Ancassius is far more reliable. Truly it was their  missed opportunity, not his. He's not bitter. 

Then he received the devastating news that his favourite tavern -on the coast of Swabar, with that gorgeous doe-eyed barmaid- had received it's final warning and closed it's doors for the last time. And yes, the one time they ate there he and his crew had suffered horrible food poisoning, but the rum was good and the funny little mouse people played surprisingly good music. He hoped they'd be able to get work elsewhere - the wife was pregnant for gods sake!

Later that same evening  his trusted quartermaster Reva informed him of a sighting of the merfolk near the Stone Forest, which meant they had to divert to take the long way. Ancassius was not going near those wretched creatures again, no thank you. 

Ancassius had retired early that night without dinner, feeling a niggling tension in his head that told him he needed a good rest. ("Yes Reva I know it's poetry night, no Reva I don't think that counts as 'self-care'")

He may as well have stayed for the dreaded Crimson Rose poetry, because when he woke up, expecting a bright new day ready to be conquered, he opened his eyes-

And immediately regretted it. 

He groaned, pulling the blanket over his head. Nedros' pits, it was bright. Whose idea was it to have a sun this early in the morning? 

This feeling wasn't unfamiliar to him. Luckily in his experience they never last long. He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow. If he could just sleep awhile longer he's sure it'll be gone when he next wakes up...

A sharp knock on the door interrupted that thought. 

"Captain," Reva's voice usually so pleasant to hear now drummed through his skull like someone was hammering nails into it. "Captain, we've arrived at the South Port. Ms. Bedell will be waiting for you." 

Right. He was supposed to be meeting the head of some mercenary agency or something. What they wanted with him he didn't know, it didn't matter. He was never one to turn down potential business, he had people counting on him after all. But they were meeting a little after one in the afternoon. "That's not for hours." 

A pause. "Captain, it's past noon." 

What? Blearily he pushed himself to lean up and check the watch that lay on his bedside counter, squinting to see. 

12:47. 

He cursed. "I'll be out there," He promised, grabbing last nights shirt from the chair on which it had been flung and throwing it on, pulling on some  pants from the floor and his jacket. He stood straight and let out an involuntary moan, clutching his head in one hand, the bedside table in the other for balance. A wave of nausea came over him and he gagged, bringing his fist to his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut until the feeling passed. Saints, why today of all days? 

He took a deep breath, securing his pistols in their holsters. He crammed his hat on his head as he dashed out the door, wincing again as he faced the full force of the sun. 

"Ah, Captain," Moira their newest member intercepted him, "Reva told me to give ya this," She practically shoved a filled water skin in his hands which he drank from immediately with a quick thanks, the cool water refreshing down his throat. Moira smiled widely and blinked owlishly at him; it was rather unnerving. "Anything else I can help with, sir?" She asked chipperly. Now Ancassius blinked. 

"Uh, you can go see if Urag needs a hand," He offered lamely, though she didn't seem to notice. 

"Aye, Cap'n!" She saluted (why? this was a pirate crew, not the navy) before bouncing off to the kitchen. She seemed far too eager to do what was probably chopping off fish heads or disposing of guts, but to each their own. He admired her enthusiasm at least. 

Thirst suitably quenched, he savoured this last second alone to take a deep breath and adjust his jacket, and marched onward to his next battle. 

*

"Ah, good afternoon Captain," Ms. Bedell greeted pleasantly, a polite smile on her fair face. Blonde hair was tied up in an elegant bun with loose strands framing her face, brown eyes warm and inviting. If she was upset about his tardiness, she didn't show it. "I hope this day finds you well." 

Okay, she was definitely just being polite, or maybe this was her way of being snarky. He knew his hair was a mess, his clothes were rumpled, he probably reeked of alcohol and sweat and he had to be visibly swaying on his feet. He just nodded numbly, "Yeah," he forced a smile of his own, almost collapsing into his seat. It was only a simple wooden chair with a simple elegance to it. He had a feeling it was worth more than it looked. The entire room was nothing like he'd expected of a proper office; though there was a rather ornate desk present with neat stacks of papers and books piled on, instead the woman had opted to sit at a little coffee table near the window with two small couches facing each other.

"Tea?" She offered. She didn't wait for an answer, already pouring out two cups of what probably would be a nice warming herbal drink on literally any other day, but now the fragrant smell made his stomach turn. He had to get this done with as quickly as possible. He should have just rescheduled. Why didn't he reschedule? 

"You have business with me?" Ancassius asked curtly, sounding a little ruder than he'd intended.

She didn't falter. "Yes. Or at least, I hope to." Her tone changed, her smile falling in favour of a more serious demeanour. "I'll cut to the chase. We've been investigating an increase of missing persons within the country. I think you may be able to help us."

Missing... persons? "What makes you think that?

"You have connections, Captain, all over the world. While we have our own sources in Aenora,  we are regrettably lacking in the international department. I believe it's high time we expand our prospects, broaden our horizons." She went on about... something to do with international incidents, political crises and...Ancassius tried to listen, really he did, but lights were flashing at the edge of his vision and his head throbbed, a drumming pain far worse than it had been earlier. He really, really regretted leaving his ship.

"The likes of which... Captain? Are you alright?" A distant voice wavered, drowned out by an infernal high-pitched screech that came from within. He felt bile crawling up his throat and he leapt up, knocking into the table in the process and sprinted -or he tried, it was more like stumbling with urgency- to the door. Unfortunately he only made it a few feet down the hallway before he fell to his knees, retching painfully as the contents of his stomach emptied over the floor, not that there was much to empty. He could vaguely hear people talking but it sounded like they were underwater. Someone pulled his hair back and a glass of water was pushed to his lips which he was grateful for, washing the vile taste from his mouth. He stayed kneeling on the floor with his head down, eyes screwed shut clutching his head. It felt like it was about to split open with his ears stuffed full of cotton, everything sounded so far away except for that horrible ringing and it wouldn't stop.

Strong arms expertly hauled him to his feet and led him into a nearby room, setting him down on a soft couch, drawing the curtains closed. They said something to him he couldn't quite hear, but it was dark and he didn't have to stand or pay attention to anything anymore, it seemed like they left him alone.

* 

He awoke some hours later to a gentle knock at the door. Blearily he opened his eyes and quickly realised he wasn't on his ship. Nor his home. What was he doing that day? Right, he'd come to talk business with some rich Lady, and... 

Promptly threw up all over her nice hardwood floor. 

Fuck.

Before he could decide whether he'd make it climbing out the window and fleeing down the street never to show his himself in this city again, the door opened a crack and a little bronze face poked through. Brown eyes met his and lit up, door opening wider to let herself in.

"Evening, Captain," Reva said cheerfully, dark curls dancing around her pointed ears. He was glad it was her; at least the Agency could see that one of them was responsible and took care of themselves. "We were told you'd taken a bad turn right here at the meeting place. Imagine my surprise when I was informed our smart, sensible and mature Captain needed his poor underpaid crew to come and take him home like a drunken youth. I never thought I'd be doing this for an adult man, I have to say."  "You are not underpaid," Ancassius grumbled, slowly sitting up. He still felt groggy, but the pain had subsided a bit  and the ringing was no longer deafening. "What time is it?"

"Just past seven. Victoria said you're quite welcome to stay as long as you need, but I know you'd much rather be back on the sea, if you're up for it?" 

Ancassius raised an eyebrow at the sudden first-name usage, but didn't comment. He supposed they'd probably had much to talk about, waiting for him. How humiliating. "Yes, I would like to leave." He said quietly. Reva grinned. 

"That's what I thought. Come on, up with you." 

He carefully stood, still wobbly on his feet and she took his arm, embarrassing him further as he leaned on her much smaller frame doing his best to put as little weight on her as possible but she didn't seem to struggle at all. "I've already handled things with Victoria, so don't you worry there. I told her you probably want to leave without saying goodbye, and that's just fine seeing as you'll be seeing each other much more from now on."

"What do you mean by that?" He asked warily as they stepped out on the streets.

She tilted her head, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes that he knew all too well. "Because she's your new boss, of course!" 

"Reva."

"While you were snoozing, some of us were working. Victoria makes a good case, and let's be honest, piracy doesn't make much these days does it. So I agreed on your behalf."

"You can't make those kinds of decisions for me-" He began, but she cut him off. 

"That's my job, is it not? When the Captains incapacitated or otherwise unavailable, it's my job to step up and make decisions in the best interest of the crew, and captain of course. So because somebody refused to admit he was unwell and insisted on trying to do things alone instead of rescheduling or sending his trusted crew to do it for him, I had take over. See how this works?" 

He sighed heavily. "Fine. I get it, I'm sorry. I'll be more responsible next time." 

She sniffed. "Yes, you will." She said haughtily, before relaxing into a soft smile. "You're lucky we love you or we'd have made you walk the plank years ago." 

"No you wouldn't." 

"No. But you would be scrubbing the deck." 

They continued in comfortable silence until they reached the harbour. Ancassius nearly cried when his ship came into view. When they boarded they were immediately swarmed by concerned crewmates, each offering their own remedies and questions and Ancassius appreciated it, truly he did, but he could absolutely not be dealing with this right now. 

Luckily he didn't have to. "All right, you lot, get back to work. Just because the Captain needs rest doesn't mean you all do. Until Captain is cleared medically you bring all questions and grievances to me, understood?" There was a loud chorus of "Aye, sir!" and Ancassius couldn't help but smile to himself. Nedros surely smiled at him to send Reva his way - even if she'd taken up a big job on his behalf. 

"What a week, huh?" He said airily as they climbed the steps to his cabin. He couldn't wait to  collapse into bed and sleep for 10 hours straight. 

Reva paused in the doorway. "Captain, it's Wednesday." 

[federthenotsogreat]

hi!! ur m&l iceberg appeared on my dash, and i mmmight wanna make a premiere video abt it someday?? (if i'm able 2 get the right tools 4 the job kdkdjndg i wanna do game commentary and maybe reviews) but like!! do u mind explaining each of the points in crude detail?? i already know abt most of them as well, but just 2 be sure!! ty :D

I'm HONORED you'd consider making a video about my chart! However, I had some problems with answering this as Tumblr would frequently delete all of my progress. I assume this is because of the answer simply being too long, which is why I'll try to tackle three layers at a time. I will add more parts of the explanation with every reblog. I'm truly sorry but this is the only option.

Just as a little refresher, here's the full chart! Explanations are under the cut because this is gonna be long >:)

Alright let's get into this!

Layers 1 - 3:

Layer 1

-Seven games:

In total there's seven games in the Mario and Luigi series, five original titles (Superstar Saga, Partners In Time, Bowser's Inside Story, Dream Team, Paper Jam) and two remakes (Superstar Saga + Bowser's Minions, Bowser's Inside Story + Bowser Junior's Journey)

-Striped socks:

On the original artworks for the Mario and Luigi games, Luigi is seen wearing striped socks, something unique to this series. However, the socks haven't shown up in official artwork since Dream Team.

-Luigi running gag:

In the Mario and Luigi games there exists a common running gag that consists of Luigi being underestimated or completely forgotten by other characters. They'll often praise Mario while then either insulting or downplaying Luigi.

-Giant battles:

In Bowser's Inside Story and Dream Team there exists a form of battles known as "giant battles", during which Bowser (in BIS) and Luigi (in DT) turn massive to face off against giant enemies. The player has to flip their DS/3DS horizontally and dodge/fire off attacks by tapping the touch screen. In Paper Jam, there's also a form of battles called "papercraft battles" in which the player controls giant paper figurines, looking similar to the game's characters.

-Superstar Saga on Switch:

On February 8th 2023, Nintendo announced the port of several GBA games to Nintendo Switch Online, with Mario and Luigi: Superstar Saga being one of them. Superstar Saga is currently the only title to be playable on Switch.

Layer 2

-Fawful in PIT:

In PIT there exists an optional area right underneath Peach's castle, in which you can observe a mysterious hooded figure. If you follow them with Baby Mario and Baby Luigi, the person reveals himself to be Fawful, who quickly starts telling the babies about his plan for revenge. He starts getting more and more emotional during his speech, but tells the babies that there's no need to worry about him. The player can then pay Fawful with beans in exchange for rare badges. This scene foreshadowes the entirety of Bowser's Inside Story, in which Fawful takes over the Mushroom kingdom, making his plan reality.

-The blorbs:

The blorbs are an illness that plagues the Mushroom Kingdom during the events of Bowser's Inside Story. If a Toad consumes a so called "Blorb Mushroom" they will get infected with the disease, causing their bodies to grow large and round, immobilizing them. The blorbs play an important role in the plot, as the illness is an important part of Fawfuls plan to take over the Mushroom Kingdom. During the end of the game, Dr. Toadley manages to get rid the blorbs, using the Miracle Cure.

-Luisley:

Luisley is the name of a popular ship in the M&L community. It is based on the idea of Luigi and Prince Peasley being in a romantic relationship. The game itself seems to heavily support this idea, as Peasley is often seen paying special attention to Luigi, and Luigi blushing when meeting the prince. This Tumblr post explains it in more detail.

-Gold beanie:

In Superstar Saga and Dream Team you can encounter enemies called Beanies. They're basically just green beans with and evil grin and tiny feet, and they're pretty easy to take down. However there exists a rare golden variant of these enemies, which have a high chance of fleeing every turn. Upon beating one, the playing receives a high amount of experience points as a reward.

-Alphadream filing for bankruptcy:

On October 1st, 2019, Alphadream, primarily known for their work on the Mario and Luigi series, filed for bankruptcy. This was most likely due to high development costs and bad revenue in return. What got the studio into that position in the first place probably were the bad sales of Superstar Saga's remake and Bowser Junior's Journey failing horrendously.

-No PIT remake:

While Superstar Saga and Bowser's Inside Story both received remakes, Partners In Time didn't get to enjoy that treatment. This was most likely due to Inside Story having better sales in comparison and Alphadream wanting to remake the most popular game in the series. However, them skipping the second installment and remaking the third game instead, still seems a bit odd.

-Shroobish:

Shroobish is the language spoken by the Shroobs in Partners In Time. It is written in a different alphabet and is totally indecipherable. The game does translate some words and sentences for the player, most notably the word destroy.

-Beanish and beanies are related species:

This is a popular theory created by fans that isn't mentioned in the game itself. The theory is based on the fact that Beanish and beanies share a lot of similarities, for example wide grins and green skin tone. The theory states that Beanish used to look similar to beanies, but evolved over time into what we know them as today.

Layer 3

-Cover art style change:

Superstar Saga as well as Partners in Time both have very detailed designs for their box art, while from Bowser's Inside Story onward the design is kept much simpler, just having a white background with the characters placed on top of it. It is important to note that the American version of Superstar Saga's remake uses the modern style, while the European version is a direct callback to the original's box art.

-Paper Jam hate:

Paper Jam is easily the least popular game in the series. This is due to the game's lack of original characters and story telling, which makes it stand out negatively when compared to the rest of the series. It had big potential, being a crossover with the Paper Mario series, but barley incorporated any of its elements, ending up as a rather boring M&L title, with Paper Mario as a playable character.

-Carrot minigame:

The carrot minigame is one of the many minigames present in Bowser's Inside Story and it's remake. Due to it's precise touch screen controls it is notoriously frustrating and difficult to beat, especially for younger players, slowly making it gain kind of a meme status amongst the community.

-Cacklebean:

Much like Luisley, Cacklebean is another popular ship in the M&L community, this time pairing Cackletta with Queen Bean. The idea is often backed up by Cackletta seemingly having a lot of knowledge about Beanbean Castle and its secrets, such as the security system surrounding the Beanstar. Queen Bean and the residents of the Beanbean Kingdom also never seem to mention Cackletta in any negative light whatsoever, often just insulting Fawful instead of her.

-Yoko Shimomura:

Yoko Shimomura is a Japanese composer primarily known for her work in video games, including the Mario and Luigi series. She also composed for games such as Super Mario RPG: Legend Of The Seven Starts and Kingdom Hearts.

-Headcanons:

This is a more community focused entry. Fans of the Mario and Luigi series often have a lot of different headcanons, some just adding more depth to certain characters while others change the story in its entirety. Since everyone's headcanons are different, everyone perceives the games differently and every fan stands out in their own unique and special way. Some popular headcanons include Cackletta being Fawfuls adoptive mother, Popple and Fawful being brothers or Peasley being gay.

-SSS difficulty spike:

The original version of Superstar Saga is kind of notorious for having a really weird difficulty spike with the game being pretty easy over all but then suddenly raising the difficulty out of nowhere before having it decrease again. Some examples of this are Wiggler and Trunkle going down in just a few hits while having much harder battles before and after them, Cackletta in Woohoo Hooniversity being a pretty tough challenge for this point of the game all while having the difficulty decrease again seconds later, and of course the final boss being absurdly hard and coming out of nowhere with the game refusing to prepare you for it at all.

-Popple is suffering from memory loss:

When encountering Popple in Dream Team, he does not recognize Mario and luigi at all, despite mentioning how he had trouble with people looking extremely similar back when he was still in the Beanbean Kingdom.

-Geno in the Fungitown arcade:

In Little Fungitown, the player will encounter Geno from Super Mario RPG while playing the Star 'Stache Smash minigame, where he will moderate the game and explain the rules. Geno is absent from the remake due to him not being owned by Nintendo.

[whatkeepsmeafloat]

All right, now that all the promotional material is out there (as far as we know), here are my season 2 timeline predictions/expectations. Putting it behind a cut because this is a long one - I just need to get my thoughts out.

Before we jump into my proposed timeline, a note on the character arcs: Stede is free of his past, but now has to wrestle with the present and his romantic expectations vs. the reality of the situation. I think he enters the season full of hope that the worst is behind him and now he’s going to reunite with his love and his crew and they’ll all sail off into the sunset together. Not so much. He is going to have to put in the work - a lot of it. As for Ed, he will go through a ton of emotional turmoil this season around the theme of acceptance and self-actualisation. I think he initially blames everything on Stede, but has some realisations of his own and finds a way to let go of Blackbeard and his own troubled past at last. This is necessary for him to arrive at any kind of forgiveness when it comes to Stede.

It’s only after Ed lets go of some of his baggage and Stede has proven himself that they truly reunite - on equal footing. They may meet up again early on, but no smooches until after some serious character development.

So what do I think the order of events is going to be?

Bearded Stede running down the beach in leather trousers at sunset is absolutely a dream sequence, and my money is on Stede. He's going to have this fantasy about being a dashing rogue swashbuckling his way back into Ed's heart - maybe in slow-motion set to a great song - only for it to cut to him and his crew sleeping on a floor somewhere like a group of miserable wet dogs. Classic gag - it’ll be great. If Blackbeard interrupting the wedding isn't the opening scene, it'll still be in the first episode of the season. Izzy hates how it's all going and tries to talk to Ed about it, but Ed throws a knife at his head and locks himself into the auxiliary closet with the cake figurines. The crew eats the wedding cake and talks about how things are Not Going Well. Stede stares at the wanted poster, Ed stares at the figurine (music plays, of course). Ed has given up - Stede has only become more determined. Somewhere around here is when Stede meets the Prince Ricky character. More on him later. Also, and I’m not sure if this will happen this early on, but after almost getting eaten by Buttons and Roach, the Swede leaves the crew and joins Spanish Jackie’s harem of husbands. She finds herself drawn to his awkward vibe and he likes getting bossed around by a strong woman - we already know that Jackie is the dominant partner in her relationships.

Stede and crew befriend what they think are a group of Chinese merchants, but end up being a band of pirates who have a bone to pick with Blackbeard and want to find him just as badly as Stede does.They’re using Stede to find Blackbeard’s ship, but somehow it all works out. Don’t ask me how. Meanwhile, Jim is bonding with the cool new lady pirate, but still looking for a way to escape and get back to Olu. Fang and Frenchie are concerned as Ed’s behaviour escalates and Izzy loses his leg - whether it's the severed toe or that rogue gunshot, I don't know. When Stede finally catches up with their ship, they use the crossbow to make a zip line between them - finally, the gang is reunited. Perhaps all of this takes place after the storm that we see Ed standing in. He is reckless and gets himself knocked out. Stede insists on bringing him onto their ship as well, even though everyone thinks Blackbeard is going to kill him. Ed wakes up, headbutts Stede, and things are Tense. Stede is his smiling cherub self and assumes they’ll just go back to the way things were. He says all the wrong things, and Ed is having none of it. He tells Stede that he never wants to see him again once they’re back on land. Stede sighs that he should have just told Ed how he felt instead of whatever came out of his mouth - we all cry. The Chinese pirates forget about whatever they wanted from Ed because he is clearly a broken man and there’s nothing to gain here. Maybe Stede’s crew grew on them, like when we see Buttons doing tai chi with them on deck.

Back on land, Ed tries to leave Stede behind, but Stede keeps following him around and popping up all over the place - like at Spanish Jackie’s place and Anne Bonny and Mary Read’s… antique shop? That look on Ed’s face in the trailer reads as “oh god, he’s back again” to me, not like a first meeting. Anne Bonny and Mary Read either gleefully enjoy the drama of it all or have something more nefarious in mind in revenge of Calico Jack. Izzy absolutely loses his leg because of Ed and is patched up by Stede's crew. Roach uses the ship’s unicorn to create a peg leg. It’s humiliating for Izzy, but he has no choice but to accept. He is vulnerable in a way he has never been before, and instead of casting him out the crew is supportive and tries to help him back onto his feet (well, foot and hoof). This makes him reevaluate not only himself but the group and piracy as a whole - think Long John Silver's arc on Black Sails. He will also have to relearn how to fight and handle himself with the peg leg, so I fully expect a Rocky-style training montage including that shirtless candle slicing scene. This newfound sense of community and purpose combined with the knowledge that Ed really was better with Stede drives Izzy to train Stede in the ways of being a pirate. They both grow to respect each other, the fans cry - give me the montage. There might be a storyline where Olu and Jim have to rediscover their relationship after their separation and Jim growing close to the new crew member. I don’t see them breaking up in any way though - just figuring out where they stand now and how they want to move forward. At the end of the episode someone appears on the ship in English navy clothes, and it turns out to be our boy Lucius. Roll credits.

We learn that Lucius was picked up by the English at the end of season one and has integrated himself into the navy, growing a beard and keeping his head down. He has heard some things and has been looking for a way to rejoin the crew and share this knowledge - maybe their new Prince Ricky fan was an undercover English officer this whole time or something. Black Pete is overjoyed and so are we. Meanwhile, Ed tries to find ways to move on and figure out who he is without a crew and without Stede. He finds himself in an isolated location - maybe after washing ashore after a storm, but this is the part that I can’t figure out - where he talks to a rabbit and starts seeing the ghost of Hornigold. Whether he is using drugs, seriously dehydrated, or just lonely and emotionally unstable, I don’t know. Maybe it’s all of the above. Regardless, he has to face his past and deal with his Blackbeard identity. This is his lowest point, and he ends up throwing himself off the cliff with the rock tied around his middle. Maybe he believes it is a way to pay for what he’s done, maybe he can’t imagine a future for himself without Blackbeard looming over him. Either way, he survives somehow and finds a way to work through the trauma and start over - an ocean baptism, if you will. At the end of all of this is when Ed is finally ready to forgive and move forward with Stede. Perhaps he’s just in time to jump into the fray as Stede is battling the English navy.

I don’t know who this Prince Ricky character is, but it seems like he initially meets Stede’s crew while down and out (or pretending to be), gets his nose cut off along the way (presumably by Jackie), and then leads the English in their battle against the pirates. I do know that there is a historical figure who was an English sailor turned pirate who had the nickname “Prince of Pirates” and used to sail with Hornigold and Blackbeard. However, his name was Samuel Bellamy a.k.a. Black Sam. They may play fast and loose with history though and move some things around. It was actually Hornigold who became a pirate hunter for the English in the end, but maybe they’re going to give that storyline to this guy. I’m really curious to see how it’s going to play out. Fighting back is where Lucius really comes in - he has insider information that the crew can use to form a plan.

The torture ship? Drag show? Earring? I have no clue.

Thank you for letting me vent. Place your bets now on how wrong I’ll end up being!