#i want to call it hooters but is that right

[valcubust]

some fallen hero sketches i forgot to post (i played with f!ortega for the first time and i am.... a little obsessed)

[roturo]

Any head cannons or drabbles for gojo meeting y/n at her/their job at hooters? Sfw or nsfw I don't mind!!

HOOTERS MAKE YOU HAPPIER!

menu: gojo satoru x hooters waitress!reader, sfw & nsfw, possesive behavior, jealousy, breeding kink, mr kink (?), unprotected sex.

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APRECIATED!

First of all, he would find out about this restaurant through social media:

‘Come and visit Hooters! An experience and feelings you won’t forget!’

It catched his attention, not only because of the pretty girl on the ad, but also because of an American restaurant of that kind not being that common here in Tokyo.

He would beg for Nanami to come with him, just so he could be with someone and not look like some virgin desperate for sex.

He wouldn’t touch some waitress without their consent, no, that’s not him, and it's disgusting. Flirting? He loves that.

‘C’mon Nanami! This will be fun! You’ll be seeing some cute chicks while eating a hamburger! It’s on me.’ Nanami just sighed at his stubbornness, knowing if he said no he would bring him anyways.

The first time he visited the place he loved it. Flirting with all the ladies there, the food wasn’t the best, but he had a good time.

So that’s how it started. Him becoming a regular customer and a regular flirt with the workers there.

But one day his usual routine of ‘hooters fridays’ changed. He didn’t recognize this new gorgeous waitress. You catched his eyes in an instant. He couldn’t keep his eyes out of you and that mini short of him.

He was jealous of another man watching you and he hasn’t even talked to you, yet.

‘Aw, Mr Gojo! You don’t seem as flirty as the last time. Has a lucky girl got your heart?’ One of the regular waitresses he flirted with asked, leaning herself on the table where her forearms are resting on it and her boobs are standing out. She would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t feel attracted to Gojo, and him eyeing you all this day had her tearing out her hair in despair of the loss of attention on her.

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry, just not in the mood. Is she new?’ He asked, pointing at you, completely ignoring the poor waitress. She rolled her eyes and told him your name.

Now, every Friday he would find himself excited to go watch the cute and shy waitress he met the last time. Denying any other waitresses that tried attending him, he wanted you and you. 

He loved how shy you would get when he looked at you through his glasses. Giving you a glare to stop being as affectionate to other men in the restaurant.

You would catch yourself leaning more to his touch everytime, touching his hand shyly with your small hand compared to his, feeling secure on his tall frame when other men looked at you.

It’s like they got beat up to know you’re his only.

‘You heard me, right? If I ever see you again, I don’t care if you’re 10 meters apart from her, I will kill you.’ The poor man just nodded, begging to be free from his grip.

And after beating some assholes that stared at your ass a little too much for his liking, he would be fucking you in the back of his car. Telling Ijichi to leave the car just so he could have you all for himself.

‘That’s it baby, keep bouncing on it. Show me how much you want to cum’ You whined, your legs were tired, he wouldn’t help you since you needed to ‘learn a lesson and stop flirting with other men who’s not him’ so you had to do all the work by yourself.

´Nngh~ M-Mr.Gojo, please.’ He chuckled at your begging. ‘Please what baby?’ He raised both his arms, making a gesture like he’s innocent. 

‘Please fuck me Mr.Satoru’ His name rolling out of your mouth was unexpected, you never called him by his first name even if he asked you so. ‘He was still an ‘elder’ for you to respect.’ He’s in his late 20’s and you in your early 20’s.

So it’s like you activated something on him, his hands grabbing your waist, making sure to leave a mark there for at least some days and started bouncing you up and down on his cock with some bestial force you didn’t know he had.

Ever since you called him by his name, he became even more obsessed with you. He started taking you on dates, and even imagining a life by your side. He would be lying if he said when the idea of you being full of him, and round and pretty with a baby of his inside of you didn’t direct all the blood to his dick.

He would make sure to fuck you seven days a week to make that possible.

You’ll have to be currently buying more uniforms since he would’ve been tearing them apart any chance he had to get his dick wet by your pussy or have it as a dessert.

Sometimes he would even forget about telling Ijichi to leave the car when he starts fucking you.

‘What's wrong baby? You’re really sweaty today.’ He said teasing you, one of his hands under the table controlling the control for the vibrator inside of you. Sometimes he would forget he has it there and leave it at a speed that’ll have you with shaky legs and voice while speaking to other customers, while he stares at your ass and the wet patch it’s forming in your crotch.

He couldn’t resist more than an hour and took you to a backroom and fuck the out of you. 

You’ll be his new addiction. Not a one night stand. Not a passenger partner,

You’ll be his forever.

[carnivore-voyeur]

A Summary of Per Eriksson's Live on Insta (7/30/24) for those of you who haven't seen it. (It's still up on his instagram as of right now if you want to see it)

Under Read More because there's so much. There's a few heavy topics, so please be aware of that.

He was in Sweden again, and he spoke Swedish a little bit. He said he's very good at Swedish. (I don't understand Swedish very well, but he said where he was from and that he could speak the language) The house he stays in when he's in Sweden is his brother's house. The room he films in was built by him and his brother.

He spoke a bit more about The Black River Kult. Orders will be shipped about two weeks from now. He's planning a giveaway of one of the signed guitar picks.

He's not putting his hair down for everyone again. He doesn't love his hair, and he's not sure why people like it. He says if people keep asking him to put it down, he'll cut it off on screen. He says he's too lazy to take care of it.

He said Zero is about 6 months old. He wants to adopt a cat soon as well, and maybe another dog. If it was up to him, he'd adopt every dog in the world.

He's happy to hear that people were inspired by him to learn guitar. He says inspiring people to do something creative with their lives makes him happy.

He explained again that he's not "psychotic" about Snoopy. (Someone said there's a Snoopy theme park in Minnesota)

He's thinking of covering up his Sodomizer tattoo because he doesn't like it. He knows people are going to disagree with him on it.

PER IS 174-175 CM TALL. YOU CAN STOP ARGUING ABOUT HIS HEIGHT NOW!!! (That's ~5'8") He jokes that he's "Swedish Short" meaning he's short for a guy from Sweden.

He said all his height is in his limbs. He's got long legs and long arms. He says he looks a bit freaky. (Side note: this isn't uncommon in people with joint hypermobility. I'm not saying he has that, but he is flexible!)

He has an idea for a restaurant like Hooters but it's all men in tight pants with boners. It's called "Dongs." His OnlyFans will be called OnlyDongs.

He doesn't run the Zero fanpage. He loves it, though.

He doesn't know the band Avatar, but he says the bassist of the band kept hitting on his girlfriend.

He loves Muse, but he hasn't really listened to their newer stuff. He also loves The Misfits and used to be a drummer in a Misfits cover band.

He thought Gojira's performance at the Olympics was very cool.

He's thinking about doing a Twitch stream. He likes first person realistic shooters and horror games. He really likes Phasmophobia. He says he's not a great gamer, but he's okay with people watching him play. He's a big Silent Hill II fan as well and showed off his Pyramid Head tattoo.

Per's new tattoo is a "Fuck Cancer" tattoo. It's on the inside of his arm near his armpit. He says his father died last year from cancer and that it was a horrible experience. He says his mom had cancer, too, but she survived. He says he might need to go to therapy to deal with all of it. (He seemed reluctant to talk about his new tattoo at first).

He says he's not really a people person and he never really wanted children. He much prefers animals. He used to have an iguana.

He says it takes a lot of time and a lot of work to learn guitar. It can be slow and frustrating, but you've got to keep pushing. He always wanted to be a guitar player. He started with drums but he thought guitar was cooler. His brother and his father helped him. His first guitar was a Fender Strat copycat.

When asked if he was watching the Olympics, he said no. He didn't realize they were going on at first. Per says he lives in his own world, so he's not always sure what's going on around him. It's the only way he can live.

He stays away from Twitter because he says there's a lot of stupid people on there running their mouths.

He got into King Diamond because he thought the album cover for Abigail was cool. He ended up loving the album and the rest is history.

He likes tacos and breakfast foods. He used to like bacon, but stopped eating it because he felt bad for the pigs. He wishes he could go vegan, but he thinks he'd probably starve himself to death because he's not good at feeding himself. He limits eating meat.

He can't grow a beard.

Someone asked him what he thinks about hate crimes. He said he believes everyone in the world should be able to do what they want as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else. He doesn't understand why people would hate someone for being gay.

He explains that just because he doesn't say something about something doesn't mean he supports any of the horrible things happening in the world. He doesn't support any horrible thing happening in the world. He doesn't understand hunting people down for their opinions, though. He's not a political person, so stop asking him political questions or expecting him to make political comments. He says if you want to make a change, then you go out and do it rather than yell at people on Twitter.

He knows people were calling him a Nazi on Twitter. He says it was really weird of them to say that. He says he wouldn't have lasted long among the Nazis given who he's friends with. So to him, it made no sense.

Per addressed a rumor someone made up about him to exemplify how people make up things and they spiral out of control. Someone made up a rumor that Per had children all over the world that he didn't care about or support, which wasn't true. (I remember this rumor. It was awful). He said he got a ridiculous amount of hate for it, even though it wasn't true. So, he asks that people please fact check before sharing anything about him.

When someone said they were starting a "Sodo Cosplay", Per said "I don't really know what that is but maybe you should pick something prettier to dress up as" - clearly acknowledging that SODO is PER and not the ghoul's name.

[twistedtummies2]

I have ssspark! I have charm.

I know painlessssss ways to harm.

Look right into my eyes…

Let yourssself be hypnotized…

I am in the Mood

To Play With My Food.

“A Mood For Food,” Jim Cummings

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Happy Halloween, everybody! I have a treat for you all: this is the first of five images I got from various artists, for a series I simply like to call “OCs and Inspirations.” In honor of Disney’s 100th Anniversary, I decided to get some images of some of my major OCs for Twisted Wonderland - the first five introduced in stories - posing with their source inspirations. This first one is made by @hooter-n-company, and shows the first boi I ever made: Nakoda “Nako” Spivak, based on Kaa from Disney’s Jungle Book.

Nakoda was not meant to be a major character when I created him, but in the course of writing his introductory piece, “Snake-Like,” I fell in love with what I had created. So, part of the way through, I decided to have him become a student at Night Raven College, and thus allow him the opportunity for more adventures later down the line. He has since become one of my most popular OCs for this universe, even though he honestly hasn’t shown up in THAT many stories yet. I think part of the reason for this IS his inspiration from Kaa, since Kaa has become such an iconic character, ESPECIALLY within this particular “kinkdom.” That was part of what I love(d) about Nakoda: he’s a character who allows me to play with Kaa’s tropes and traits - Kaa HIMSELF being a rather overused and slightly overrated figure, in my personal opinion - while putting my own spin on things.

Like Kaa, Nakoda is insatiable in every sense of the word: about the only thing harder to satisfy than his hunger is his seemingly limitless “thirst.” This was meant to be a sort of in-joke for me on how over-sexualized Kaa himself has become in a LOT of places, but it actually works pretty well for Nakoda on a lot of levels, which is why I’ve kept it: for example, I recently was reminded that, in the original Kipling stories, it’s indicated Kaa has had many mates over the years, so even though we can presume the Disney version (being a VERY different character) is not the same, there’s no reason my guy can’t be. Ha Ha.

On a deeper level, what Nakoda takes from Kaa is what I like to describe as “directionless control.” Both are characters who seek to control other beings, and enjoy the power they have over their prey, toying with their “playthings” before consuming them. Both enjoy the sensation of being in control of their own little world. HOWEVER, in Kaa’s case, there is no greater cause behind all this: he is ruthless and ambitionless in what he does, recognizing no friends, and with seemingly no other desire than to fill his belly and enjoy everything that comes with that. Nakoda’s great issue is that he’s someone who very much lives in the moment; he doesn’t really know what he wants in life, nor how to achieve it: just this vague, nebulous concept of having control and gaining respect and recognition. He, himself, isn’t sure what to do with himself or his gifts.

Off the topic of the character, I just want to say this artwork is absolutely freaking spellbinding. Kaa looks magnificent, and Nakoda…I could comment on a LOT of things in the image that make it so great, but…can we just take some time to appreciate how positively THICC and STACKED this gluttonous hedonist is here? I never want to see Nako with curves ANY smaller than this EVER again, good Lord, they take one’s breath away…possibly literally, if he gets those pythons around somebody. He won’t even NEED the coils of his naga form then. >////>

Thank you for your contribution, Hoots! She's actually made one more image for this same series, which will be released in the near future. Look out for the rest of this series of pics starting tomorrow. ;)

[mirage-aera]

•°. *࿐ Owl?

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Ghostbusters - Ray Parker Jr.

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Reader

Synopsis: Johnny is struggling with a specific word. He's at home alone while you're at work. You feel your phone buzzing rapidly while you're trying to get some work done.

Word count: 654

Masterlist

A little crack fic don’t mind this, inspired by a tiktok that I saw!

Johnny is currently off duty. The higher-ups have decided that the 141 aren't needed right now. Claiming that the boys deserve to go to their families for the holidays. You on the other hand still have to work until Christmas. Even though Johnny begged you to take some time off to spend some time together. You told him that a few more days wouldn’t hurt.

He's peacefully relaxing on the couch watching whatever’s on tv. Not paying much attention to it. Rather, he's watching the time to see when you'll come home. He wants to be there, at the front door, when you come home. He's so zoned out that he doesn't notice a figure at the window next to the couch. It's a little thing, probably a baby. He's still peacefully staring at the tv until a strange sound makes him jump out of his skin

It's a tiny owl chirping. Johnny scrambles up and moves away from the window. Now, he usually loves all animals, except owls. The way their neck move and their eyes just freak him out. He creeps up closer to the window, wanting to scare the baby away. He taps on the window a couple of times, “shoo, you're not welcome here little one.” Alas, the small creature refuses to move. It simply looks at him with those big eyes and tilts its head. Johnny groans, “I do not want to deal with this right now.” He mumbles to himself. He grabs his phone from his pocket and decides to message you about the… ordeal he's in.

Hey bub, not to alarm you but

THERE’S A FUCKING OUL OUTSIDE

He looks at the message he sent and quirks an eyebrow, “aye, that does not look right. That's not how you spell owl.” He mutters.

Ouwl

Owul

Houl

Oul

How the fuck do you spell it

At this point, he's trying every single combination he can think of. But unfortunately, it still doesn't look right. He decides fuck it, he’ll describe it instead.

Hoot hoot

He grins, it sounds stupid.

Bub

THERE’S A HOOTER OUTSIDE OUR WINDOE

He tosses his phone aside, knowing you're still at work and that you probably won't see it, at least for a little bit.

*

Your phone starts buzzing like crazy all of a sudden. Looking around and seeing you have nothing important to do right now, you check your phone to see who needs your attention. When you see that it's only Johnny you smile. Wondering what he did this time. You open your messages, you let out a laugh when you see the context. You start typing.

I think you mean an owl, love

You see that Johnny is immediately typing back.

YES THANK YOU BUB

You chuckle instead of typing back you decide to call him. He picks up on the first ring, “hello bub! How's work?” You grin, “good. But I'm more invested in that owl outside our window, which you misspelled by the way.” You can hear him chuckle, “I was panicking, bub. You know I'm not fond of owls.” You laugh, “yes I know, love. Did you manage to scare it off?” You can tell he has a cheeky grin on his face, “sure did, bub. I scared it off well. I doubt the little creature will come back.” You chuckle, knowing that he probably has lured it away with some food.

You check the time on your watch, “well, I have to go back to work now. I'll be home in about 2 hours. Try not to spook yourself with another owl, okay?” You quip. You can hear him groan on the other end, “sure thing. I'll be waiting here for you patiently, my love. Drive safely, okay? I love you.” You give him an ‘I love you’ back and hang up. You can't wait to return home and talk about his little adventure with the owl.

[the-real-big-man]

@the-jade-jester27

AHHH I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD ASK ABOUT MY CHARACTERS I'M SO SORRY!!

This is outrageous behavior on my end,,, so I've compiled a master list of the characters included in the 10th anniversary post! Just in case anyone else wanted to learn a bit more about the OCs involved in it!

I totally didn't have to draw her a new reference because of the fact that the one I was using was outdated and didn't have the pattern I changed it to in a different, unfinished piece.

This is Cotton! She's a Security Breach OC I made around 2022 ish? It's been a while. I mainly made her as a pseudo self insert, she's a very self indulgent character of mine because I got tired of trying to CONFORM and deny my Cringy rights.

>>>EDIT I FORGOT TO MENTION A COUPLE NON PLOT RELATED THINGS FOR COTTON: Mechanics wise Her eyes are LED screens so she can change expressions (and eye colors) at will. Her main feature though is her voice box, since it allows her to mimic the voices of the Animatronics at the Pizzaplex! She likes to use it to calm children down, by pretending their favorite Pizzaplex animatronic is calling them through her and giving a few in character words of encouragement! Of course, this kind of voicebox is primarily meant to play soothing lullabies to lull children to sleep, since her area used to be riight under Sun and Moon's balcony, and it was meant to be a naptime nook with a bunch of pillows and lots of glow in the dark stars. That's about it for the edit though, I just forgot those last couple of details for her.

Story wise, she's the assistant to the Daycare Attendants Sun and Moon, she just helped around the Daycare a lot. A lotta fluff there since they were in a very lovey dovey kinda relationship until an accident at the Daycare caused her to be permanently removed and any records of her completely wiped from the Pizzaplex's system. She lives under the Pizzaplex now in that area where you find all the Endos, there's a section in this kinda AU where they shoved all the equipment from the old Daycare into ("The old Daycare" being the one we see in the Trailers for Security Breach).

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Alright, the next two characters in that post are Dolly and Alice (Dolly being the cat and Alice being the bunny/hare). Both are Security Breach redesigns for characters I've had even longer than Cotton, and their stories are not as fleshed out unfortunately. At least in Security Breach the idea was that they both ran a section of the Pizzaplex that was a roller skating rink, it had two floors (the second overlooking the rink itself, kinda like a balcony? I don't know how to explain it) and it's very cool and awesome. Mechanics wise they're both pretty speedy, and when Gregory manages to dismantle them Freddy obtains Dolly's roller skates and Alice's hearing/ears. Essentially, speed boost from Dolly and you hear a little jingle when you're near an item while inside of Freddy, their whole area is entirely optional from my perspective since they're kinda like DJMM where they don't have any real plot relevance.

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Just in case these are also the original designs for Dolly and Alice! They're both a part of a smaller spinoff Fazbear's location set around the same time as FNAF 2 ish (mainly saying that because they're loosely based off of the Toy animatronics)? Dolly's design is based off of some Carhop designs I saw some years ago, because she is a Carhop at this location (She's supposed to "skate" up to parked cars to take their orders and then deliver the food when it's ready.) Alice's design is meant to be a family friendly version of Hooters, mainly because I couldn't think of a different design idea for her. She's the Animatronic that skates around indoors, same type of job as Dolly, just indoors. The location concept wise anyways is about as large as the original FNAF 1 location (which is to say not at all).

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That's about it in terms of characters? The only other character in that post is Sun/Sundrop but that's more or less just my design for the character since I wanted to make him look more cohesive with Cotton's design (since they're meant to be a pair if that makes sense). I have to update Sun/Moon's references BUT I do have an MS Paint shitpost of Moon in the updated outfit so I'll leave it below. (it's mainly a joke but this is quite possibly the only proper reference i have for the outfit so you'll have to bear with me here.)

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UPDATE NUMBER 2: Heyyyy it's me, back at this post because I wanted to update it to mention that I actually finished their references! Their... second batch of references... Yes I put Cotton in there again, mainly because I wanted a height reference (and it's somewhat also in reference to their older ref sheet.

There's also a Nighttime/Dark alt to said ref because I wanted to show off their glow in the dark, since yeah Moon and Cotton glow in the dark. How does that work? Hell if I know, I just think it's cute, cut me some slack here!

[thoughtswithbbg]

Chapter Two

    (M/N) groaned as he heard his phone buzz, waking him up from his sleep. He twisted his body around to reach his phone that was charging on his night stand. 

10:35 AM

     My Hot Neighbor: Hey (M/N), I was just wondering if I could give you a tour around South Park? We could go shopping or something    10:35 AM

     (M/N): Sure! There’s a mall right? my room looks so bland    10:36 AM

     My Hot Neighbor: yeah there is, i’ll see you in about thirty minutes?    10:36 AM

     (M/N): yep! that works! see you then!    10:37 AM

    (M/N) jumped out of bed and rushed to get in the shower. Thirty minutes is not a lot of time to get ready, according to him, so he tired his hardest to take a quick shower. He dried his hair, styling it how he usually does and went to go pick out some clothes. He checked the time and he had about 15 minutes before Kyle would show up. He picked out a thick sweater and some jeans, putting on a necklace his mom got him with a beanie so his ears wouldn’t be cold. He thought he looked pretty decent, ‘I wonder if Kyle would mind if we went to ULTA or hot topic, I don’t wanna weird out my only friend..’ 

    (M/N) looked in the mirror, and smiled. If Kyle didn’t like the way he naturally was, then they didn’t need to be friends. He headed down the stairs, surprised to see Kyle already waiting on me while he was talking to my Aunt.

    “oh hey Kyle, ready to go?” (M/N) walked over to him, smiling at his Aunt who seemed to be beaming with excitement. 

    “You made a friend!!!” She shook him with excitement as he tired his hardest to getaway from her.

    “Oh my gosh! your embarrassing me!” He moved away from her and sent an apologetic look to Kyle. He just smiled back at (M/N), just happy to hang out with him for a bit.

    “we’re gonna head out, i’ll see you later auntie!” (M/N) walked out the door, dragging Kyle with him before he became any more embarrassed. “she just doesn’t know when to quit…” Kyle chuckled at your mumble, patting your shoulder in sympathy.

     “it’s okay, you were wanting to head to the mall, right?” He nodded and Kyle showed him the way to the mall and around South Park. He showed (M/N) the Walmart, the whole foods, the coffee shop(that he had already been too), and the restaurant called the Raisins. Kyle told you that it was kind of like South Parks personal Hooters, which you thought was kinda cool. 

     Kyle finally showed (M/N) to the mall, and the other teen practically dragged Kyle into the shopping center. His first stop was Hot Topic and Kyle just kind of stood there as the other teen picked out posters, plushies and tee shirts. Kyle just became his bag holder after they left Hot Topic. (M/N) decided to hit up a few more stores before he and Kyle went to the food court to get lunch. “Thank you Kyle, you didn’t have to come shopping with me..” (M/N) said after he bought Kyle and himself lunch, even though the other protested the fact that (M/N) spend money on him.

     “It’s no problem, it’s nice to have someone new to hang out with besides Fatass and the gang.” (M/N) almost choked on his sweet tea and Kyle patted his back. “Fatass?” (M/N) questioned, munching on some of his fries as Kyle explained that fatass is what he called his friend Eric Cartmen, and that his gang of friends consisted of Kenny McCormick and Stan Marsh. The Marsh name sounded familiar and (M/N) couldn’t place his finger on where he had seen or heard that name.

     “Y’know (M/N), you should totally come to the sleepover I’m having with the boys later, it could be a chance for you to make some friends!” Kyle didn’t mind to invite the new kid to him and his friend’s sleepover at Cartmen’s house. He didn’t care if Cartmen minded or not, that fatass can suck Kyle’s dick for all he cares. (M/N) thought about it, and decided that it could be a fun distraction but he figured they wouldn’t appreciate his sexuality. It was a small town, and he didn’t know if Gay people were even a thing here. 

    “I wouldn’t mind Kyle but uh, i’m kind of, y’know, Gay?” He said it like a question but he was, indeed, a homosexual. Kyle blinked a few times and just looked at him with the most confused expression. “Why would that matter?” Kyle seriously didn’t care? (M/N) couldn’t believe that and he almost broke down in tears, almost. But he figured Kyle didn’t need to see that. “Because y’know, it could be weird for you all because you guys are straight and i’m not and i just thought that-“ His ramblings were cut off by Kyle putting a hand over his mouth so that he would stop talking. 

     “(M/N), who said I was straight?” The skater boy blinked once, then twice, then a couple more times before he just said a small ‘heh?’. Kyle laughed at his expression and explained that the only people who hated gay people in South Park were the old people who had somehow survived the pandemic. (M/N) felt relief in that he could be accepted here, maybe he could even find a boyfriend? I mean it’s highly unlikely but he could totally dream. 

      “So can you come to the sleepover?” (M/N) smiled and nodded, taking one of Kyle’s curly fries as the red head protested and said something about how if (M/N) wanted curly fries he should have gotten curly fries. They finished eating and he and Kyle were headed to the entrance before  (M/N) stopped in front of the Ulta Beauty store. All of his makeup had been in a suit case that didn’t make it out of the car accident and he felt kind of bare without nothing on. Kyle followed his gaze and looked at him in confusion. “did you want to go in?” (M/N) looked at him with big puppy dog eyes and practically made Kyle come into the store with him, much to the redheads discomfort. He picked out all sorts of stuff, from skincare to makeup to body scrubs. He had spent well over 300 dollars on makeup in the store and poor Kyle added another couple bags to the 10 he was already carrying. He didn’t mind though, because (M/N)’s arm was still broken, and he didn’t want the guy to stress out his arm.

    (M/N) paused outside of the mall and grabbed his phone out from his pocket. “Hey Kyle, can we take a picture together?” Kyle didn’t mind as (M/N) had positioned him and Kyle in a selfie position and threw his not broken had up in a peace sign when the photo snapped. He looked at the photo and smiled, he and Kyle looked really happy with each other’s company. He showed Kyle the photo and he smiled. “Can you send that to me?” (M/N) did, careful to not show Kyle his contact name in (M/N)’s phone. They walked home together and Kyle helped (M/N) bring his bags upstairs to his room before leaving, telling (M/N) that he would pick him up at 7 PM for Cartmen’s sleepover that the fatass didn’t know he was going to. 

    He looked at the time and saw it was only 2:30, he had several hours to waste before Kyle picked him up. He didn’t know what to do, he had already put all his new purchases away, smiling at the fact that Kyle had spent a good portion of his day with him. (M/N) scrolled through his phone when he remembered the contact that the handsome barista at the coffee shop gave him. He went into his messages and decided to text the number.

2:46 PM

     (M/N): is this the barista at the coffee shop?   2:46 PM

   He figured he wouldn’t get a response quickly, but he was wrong. His phone dinged back almost immediately. 

     Cutie Barista: Yes this is AhUfbi him    2:46 PM

  (M/N) chuckled at his unique form of texting, he had noticed at the coffee shop that the guy had some sort of anxiety problem that caused him to twitch and sometimes shout. 

    (M/N): cool, just double checking. I didn’t want some creeps number lol     2:47 PM

     Cutie Barista: I was AhitnGs wondering if you wanted to IkfbGenR come to the coffee shop and hang. I can FjejbfHrE take a break if you want FjufhHdbFjHdGG to come by     2:47 PM

      (M/N): Sure! See you in ten?    2:48 PM

   (M/N) received a thumbs up emoji and went to put some of his new makeup on, not a lot, just enough so he didn’t look so dead. He grabbed his skateboard and headed out to Tweak Bros coffee house. 

    It didn’t take him long to get there, only about ten minutes. He noticed that some of the boys from before were there, what were their names? Coin? Timmy? Twitch? Child? Greg? He couldn’t remember but it was something like those. The cute twitchy barista ushered him over to their table and he just stood there, before taking a seat next to the guy with a purple shirt. He thought the shirt looked nice on his darker complexion but (M/N) wouldn’t say that out loud. “Uhh, Hi?” 

   The brunette with a red coat, who he distinctly remembered flirting with him yesterday, practically jumped into his arms. “Oh my god Tweek! How did you get him here? He’s even more beautiful than he was yesterday!” His comments made (M/N)’s face flush a pretty pink shade before he flinches from the brunette bumping his arm. The handsome one with the purple shirt pulled the brunette off of you and you sighed in relief. “I’m sorry, but i forgot your guys names…” (M/N) looked away in embarrassment, he remembered they told him yesterday when they swarmed him at his table by the window, but he had completely forgotten. 

    “Ah, I’m sorry (M/N)! I’m Tolkien, Tolkien Black.” (M/N) looked at him to see if he was joking but he wasn’t, and (M/N) almost laughed but tried his hardest to hold on his laughter. “is that- is that intentional?” Tolkien chucked and shook his head. Tweek finally came over after he put the ‘on break’ sign up on the counter. The brunette who basically tackled him spoke up next. 

   “I’m Clyde Donovan, but you can just call me mine.” His flirting didn’t really have an effect on (M/N), as the skater boy figured he was joking. “That’s Craig Tucker, he doesn’t speak much but he’s a great listener!” Craig flipped (M/N) off and the teen returned the gesture with a smile, he knew that was just his weird way of greeting people. Craig just scoffed but (M/N) almost caught the small smile on the guys face. “You already know Tweek, and that’s Jimmy Valmer.” The guy with Crutches waved at you and you smiled back at him. They pulled you up a chair and you sat down next to Tolkien, who just gave you a friendly smile.

   “So (M/N), how did you arrive at South Park?” Clyde asked and (M/N) felt himself tense and he glanced down at his cast, he figured he might as well tell them everything, he just hoped they were trustworthy enough. He told the story of how his dad was abusive and that his mom tried to escape by taking him and his siblings to see his aunt who lived in South Park. He retold how the car crashed and how he saw all his family injured in the car. He told them about his little sister who was in a coma at South Park Hospital. When he finished telling his story, he could see Clyde was feeling bad he brought it up. 

     “Don’t worry Clyde, I promise it’s okay. You didn’t know…” (M/N) smiled and reassured him that it was okay. Clyde smiled back, it wasn’t as cheerful but it was definitely progress. (M/N) was glad he felt a little bit better about his story.

      “So (M/N),” Tolkien spoke up to get the males attention. “do you have a Coonstagram account?” (M/N) shook his head and the boys started telling him about South Parks personal social media app, which he had to have of course. He started downloading in onto his phone while they were telling him about how the app works and showing him some of the posts from other students and adults. As soon as the app was done downloading, he clicked on it and Tolkien helped him set it up. He called his account ‘Sk8rboy_(M/N)’ and just put in his bio that he was the new kid in town. He got a ton of followers the second his account was created, including Kyle which made him smile. He followed the people he knew back and decided to post the picture he took earlier with him and Kyle, tagging Kyle (with the help of Tolkien) and putting a caption saying ‘thanks for coming to the mall with me Kyle’ with a green heart next to it. A few likes and comments came in rather quickly but (M/N) decided to look at those later. 

    “your already popular, look at that..” Tolkien laughed a bit, and (M/N) almost passed out because oh my god he was so fine when he laughed. They all were really good looking, like weirdly good looking. He decided to just fantasize about them later, considering he was right next to them and didn’t need those thoughts while with them. 

     “It’s just because i’m new, the hype will wear off soon.” (M/N) had hoped it would anyways, he didn’t like too much attention, it only led to trouble. He checked his phone and saw that time had passed really quick, as it was already 6:30,  from just talking to the boys. 

     “hey,” He spoke up in the middle of the conversation they were having. “I have plans at 7 so i have to go, but it was amazing hanging out with you guys! Maybe we can do it again sometime!” (M/N) grabbed his stuff and waved them a goodbye before exiting the coffee shop. His phone buzzed with a notification and he looked at it before he started home. 

     Sk8rboy_(M/N) has been added to the Team Craig group chat.

     (M/N) had just finished packing his overnight bag, that had included some skincare masks, nail polish and even some makeup (only if the guys didn’t mind doing such girly things), when he heard a knock at the front door. His Aunt had let Kyle in and told him that (M/N) was upstairs packing, which he was and he was almost done. “Hey,” Kyle had politely knocked on his door to let him know that he was coming in.

     “Hey, do you think you guys would wanna do these?” He gestured to the amount of girly things (M/N) had packed and smiled. 

      “Maybe not the makeup, but i’m sure that Kenny, Stan, and Butters wouldn’t mind doing nails and skin care masks. Fatass might have some stupid homophobic comments to say, but don’t worry about him, the guys will beat his ass if he’s mean to you.” Kyle’s words made (M/N) happy he wasn’t completely screwing up. After he had double checked everything and removed some things from his bag, he and Kyle headed to Cartmen’s house. 

      Turns out, Cartmen lives right down the road from (M/N) and Kyle. The new kid was nervous, because he figured Kyle had a reason to call the kid a fatass all the time. (M/N) figured he might be an asshole, which was kinda scary, but he could hold his own. Kyle rang the door bell and soon the door opened, revealing a sweet looking woman who looked about 40. “Eric your friends are here!” She yelled down the stairs that seemingly led to the basement and a faint shout came from there. “Well, just go on down sweeties, Butters is the only one here besides you two!” 

     Kyle led (M/N) down the stairs, where they found Cartmen and Butters playing Mario Cart. Cartmen was screaming that he was winning and he didn’t notice Kyle and (M/N) but Butters did. “Oh hey fellas! Who’s what Kyle?” At the sound of Cartmen winning he turned around to face Kyle and (M/N), and then started screaming at Kyle.

     “WHAT THE FUCK KAHL?! WHY DID YOU BRING SOME STRANGER INTO MY HOUSE? YOU FUCKING JEW!” Cartman was yelling at Kyle who was yelling back at him to be quiet and shut his mouth and was spewing stuff about how you were his friend and (M/N) was new. Butters just continued playing Mario Cart and he assumed this was because they argue like this often. (M/N) heard footsteps coming down the stairs while Kyle and Cartman continued arguing. He turned and looked the teenager that just arrived. He had on an orange parka, but it was quickly discarded to reveal a super handsome blonde guy with blue eyes. He looked at (M/N) with confusion and then looked at Kyle and Cartman who would shut up. He decided to approach the skater boy instead of breaking up their fight.

     “Hey handsome, what’s your name?” (M/N)’s cheeks flushed a light pink color before he turned and smiled at Kenny.

     “You’re not so bad yourself, My names (M/N) and I just moved here. And you are?” (M/N) decided he should just flirt back, I mean it’s not like he had any reason not to.

     “Kenny McCormick, but you can just call me your future boyfriend.” He winked at you and then turned when he heard more steps coming down the stairs. A guy with black hair and a tired look on his face announced his presence which was ignored by Kyle and Cartman arguing.

      “I’m sorry guys, Wendy wouldn’t let me leave her house..” He sighed when he saw them fighting and then he noticed (M/N). He waved and gave him a small friendly smile before he screamed at Cartman and Kyle. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” 

      The two boys shut up but Cartman started to speak again. “Well, it’s hard not to be mad when Kahl invited some RANDOM STRANGER to our sleepover! WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!” Kyle was about to fire back but Stan interrupted him.

      “Who gives a shit? what’s one more person, Cartmen? plus he seems chill, if Kyle’s friends with him than who cares.” Stan shrugged and Kenny nodded to agree with him. Kyle have a smug look to Eric, who looked like he was about to combust.

      “They’re right Eric, that guy seems very chill!” Butters spoke up from his place on the couch and Cartmen grumbled before finally letting the topic go, who gave a shit at this point? 

      Stan sighed and turned to (M/N), giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. I’m Stan Marsh by the way, what’s your name?” At the mention of the boys last name, (M/N) froze up. ‘Marsh, Marsh, Marsh… Where have i heard that name before?’ (M/N) had to seriously think before it hit him right in the face. Stan’s dad was the one who saved him from the accident by pulling him out of the broken car. 

      (M/N) smiled at him. “Ah, hi Stan. I’m (M/N), your dad saved me and my little sister from the car accident a few weeks ago…” Stan seemed shocked when he mentioned the accident, as did the other guys. Cartman and Butters even paused Mario Cart. 

       “That was you..? Oh shit, that’s so shitty… I’m so sorry for your loss..” The other boys hummed in agreement and Kyle rested a comforting the skater’s shoulder. 

       (M/N) shrugged off Kyle’s hand before hopping on the couch next to Butters. “ It’s whatever,” They knew that was a lie, or else you wouldn’t be playing it off like that. “Can I play? I love Mario Cart. Can we do Skin Care masks later? I brought some, one of each different scent. I also brought nail polish too!” He kept rambling as the other dudes found seats surrounding the Tv.

       Cartman spoke up with a scoff, interrupting (M/N). “Only fags do that shit, I’m not a Fag.” Kyle punched him in the arm as (M/N) felt his heart sink a bit at Cartman’s words. His sperm donor, he refused to call him dad, used to call him that when he was drunk. 

      “Well that’s too bad fatass, Guess the rest of us will have all the fun with (M/N).” He slid his arm smoothly around (M/N)’s shoulders and grinned at the boy next to him. “You got pink nail polish babes?” (M/N) ignored the obvious flirting and ran to grab his bag that he sat down by the door. He pulled out all the different color nail polish he had and the skin care masks.

     “I do actually! but i don’t want to do anything that Cartman doesn’t wanna do, it’s his sleepover after all!” Cartman huffed and that and grumbled something about him being okay with it, but (M/N) couldn’t hear him so Kyle punched him to make him practically shout what he said.

     “I don’t care! we can do whatever!” He shouted and (M/N) grinned, passing around the face masks. He gave Butters the light blue one that was called ‘Sunny day’, (M/N) thought it fit Butters personality perfectly. He got to Kenny next and gave him the one called ‘Creamsicle’ it was orange and matched Kenny’s parka. He gave Kyle the green one that was called ‘ Key Lime Pie’ and Kyle almost fell in love with the sent of it. He gave Stan the one called ‘Starry Night’ and the boy loved the navy blue color. He finally got to Cartman and the guy stuck out his hand impatiently. (M/N) gave him the chocolate scented one, and he hoped he liked it. That left the skater with the strawberry scented one, not that he minded, it was his personal favorite. Once you all had your face masks on, the boys let you paint their nails, even Cartman!

       “Say (M/N),” Stan spoke up as you did Kenny’s hot pink nails, just like he asked. “Do you have Coonstagram?” The boy nodded his head as he was focused on not getting nail polish on Kenny’s cuticles.

       “Yeah, Tolkien and his friends helped me set it up earlier at Tweak Bros. It’s Sk8rboy_(M/N).” You didn’t think anything of the fact that you had hung out with “Team Craig” or whatever they liked to call themselves, but you hadn’t noticed the ongoing rivalry between the two groups. 

       “Ew, you’re such a skank, hanging out with them and double timing us!” (M/N) had quickly gotten used to the fact that Cartman was offended by literally everything and he was rude. But he let (M/N) paint his nails yellow so he didn’t really care. 

       “Shut up Cartman..” Stan groaned, his Navy blue nails immediately went onto his Coonstagram and he tagged (M/N) in the photo, thanking him for doing his nails. (M/N) just finished Kenny’s nails, who was the last one he had to do, he even did his own nails. He yawned, standing up to stretch his barely visible muscles because of how stiff he was from sitting in that same position doing nails. He looked at his phone and noticed a couple of tagged stories from the boys with their nails done and it made hims smile. 

      “Can we take a picture? If that’s okay with everyone?” They all agreed, Cartman was hesitant but didn’t want to be excluded from his own sleep over, his words not (M/N)’s. Kyle had the longest arms so he took the selfie of them all with pretty paint nails, and almost all of them threw up a peace sign or a middle finger. (M/N) took his phone from Kyle and posted the photo, tagging his new friends and used the painted nail emoji as the caption. All the guys, even Cartman, liked the photo immediately and then Stan had added him to a group chat called ‘Team Stan.’ 

      (M/N) yawned and rubbed his eyes, plopping back down on the couch with Kenny and Kyle sitting on either side of him. “Can we watch a movie?” He didn’t even get to put in a suggestion when Cartman turned on ‘Halloween’, with the intention to scare the skater boy. Unfortunately for him though, (M/N) fell asleep about 10 minutes into the movie, leaning on Kyle as he slept. The redhead had to slap kenny’s hand away as he was trying to scoot (M/N) over to lay on him, but Kyle wouldn’t allow it. Cartman whined at the fact that he didn’t get to scare you, and Butters patted his back in almost mock sympathy. The rest of the night was rather peaceful, mostly because Cartman passed out right after (M/N), and the other guys weren’t far behind him. 

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hi! i read your misogynist post and while i haven't read it all to analyze, this one stood out to me the most:

In 1.06, Sam cuts Dean off before Dean can accept an offered beer from Rebecca, but then as soon as Sam needs Rebecca out of the room, Sam asks her to not just bring them those beers... but also fix them sandwiches. Rebecca says, "What do you think this is, Hooters?" and Dean mumbles, "I wish" and we somehow lose sight of the fact that Sam literally just asked a woman to make him sandwiches which is possibly the number one misogynist man trope.

while that i'm not justifying or defending, the thing about this section is he ASKED rebecca those things to distract her and not have her come back in the room right away after grabbing the drink, because he needed to DISCUSS with dean what he just saw on the camera without freaking her out because that was her brother. i would have done the same thing, and i'm a girl.

I would greatly appreciate it if you would read posts fully before responding to them. That said, of course there's a context to Sam's comments. I in fact stated in the very portion of my post that you yourself quoted that he wanted her out of the room:

then as soon as Sam needs Rebecca out of the room, Sam asks her to not just bring them those beers... but also fix them sandwiches.

Misogyny almost always has a conversational motive/context. It isn't usually cartoonishly and randomly spewed. There's a context to Sam's request. There's a context to Sam lying to the women he loves and intends as life partners, and using the word "bitch", and usually being bad with women more generally, and tending to view women Dean might be interested in or who might be interested in him as loose distractions. But if you think the writers weren't aware of exactly what they were writing when they specifically went to sandwiches, I think you're wrong, and Rebecca's immediate objection to Sam's request lends to the author's awareness.

The context of that entire section of the post is not to demonize Sam, but to state that fans who push this narrative that Dean is a huge misogynist (in an effort to erroneously demonize him) are almost always contrasting him with Sam, who they believe to be some bastion of progressive morals who has never so much as looked at a woman lustfully (because that would be Evil and Bad™��). When shades of misogyny in Sam (that he is very very unaware of) are intentionally written into the script from the Pilot.

Kripke appears particularly fond of giving Sam an air of moral superiority that often backfires on him when he endeavors to judge Dean. 1.16 "Shadow"—another Kripke episode—is also a great example. Sam at one point criticizes Dean (who has gathered all of their major leads up to this point) for not "thinking with his upstairs brain", because Dean dared get a bartender's number while asking her questions about the victim. Sam, meanwhile, has been floundering reading books and getting nothing. Later in the episode, Sam peers up at Meg in an upstairs window as she undresses, and gets called a creep by a woman who passes by and sees him leering. It's again—a situation where Sam's initial intention isn't any brand of misogyny. He thinks Meg is bad news and is tailing her, but then can't help... looking... and then looking again. But it's so blatantly intentional from Kripke—especially the contrast of Sam peering in at Meg upstairs while Sam sits in a car below—downstairs.

The goal of the writing team in writing in these moments certainly isn't to make me think of Sam as some horrible evil man. It's simply to give him flaws with a fascinating and rich context that make him far more interesting than the Mary Sue some of fandom is obsessed with rewriting him to be. Sam's misogynistic moments don't endeavor to villainize him any more than Dean’s do—they provide fascinating insights into Sam’s relationship with and clashes with Dean, and add to other incidents where Sam takes on a morally superior air—perhaps, in some ways, out of subconscious jealousy. I won't link you to every single thing I've written adjacent to the subject, but for example, this post on how Dean earns money, how Dean pimps himself out for information, and how Sam and Meg both minimize Dean's contributions to the case in "Shadow" while Dean actually gets all of the leads (similar minimizations occur in 1.10 "Asylum"—which is another excellent example of Sam floundering while Dean repeatedly displays his brilliance, only for Sam to ultimately accuse him of having no mind of his own).

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Mrs. Tweak - Character analysis (Part 2)

Last time I only got to cover her introduction episode, but now we're here to see her roles in season 3 and beyond! She is next seen in Tweek vs. Craig. Which is coincidentally the episode in which Pam Brady - the writer whom I praised for crafting this character - appears in some live action footage. Helen has only one scene though, but at least it dives into her past a little.

Tweek: Dad, if some kid in school wants to fight me, what should I do?? Richard: Son, let me tell you a little story about when your mother and I first met. [gets up and stands next to her. Peaceful music plays] You see, a long time ago, there were a lot of guys who were after your mother. She used to be very attractive. Helen: It's true. I was. [Tweek bobs as he listens] Richard: Well, when I started courting your mother, there was this big muscular football player named Quib, who didn't take too kindly to me. He wanted your mother all to himself. And so, one day, he challenged me to a fight. [sits down, and both parent resume eating. Tweek waits for the rest of the story.] Of course, in typical suburban husband fashion, Richard is not trying anymore to court her, and talks about her attractiveness in a way that suggests that he only appreciates the beauty of youth, and not the beauty of a gracefully aging woman. Helen's response of accepting this thought however derives from the fact that she is not as happy and free as she was back then. She doesn't see herself as attractive, because she doesn't try. As a wife, her glory days are gone. She doesn't do her hair to impress anymore, she doesn't dress pretty. She doesn't do it for him, but neither does she do it for herself, most probably because she doesn't feel like she has the freedom to express herself, a wife who is not emancipated enough, even though she has strong beliefs of her own and not afraid to disagree with his husband. It just seems she has kind of given up on self-care.

Tweek: [after a long lull] Well? Helen: Well what, honey? Tweek: Nrr. What happened? Richard: Oh'd. I, I don't know. He moved away or something. Helen: Yes, I think that's right. Tweek: Rrrrr! You guys never help me! [the parents look at each other, and Tweek starts banging his head against the table] Your stories never go anywhere! I hate it! I want out! I want out! [the parents resume eating] So the story starts as an explanation of why they are together. But all we learn is that Helen had at least one other serious suitor, called Quib. It sounds like he was an aggressive fellow, and I'm sure Helen wouldn't be better off, if she had chosen him over Richard. But I also feel like she didn't chose herself anyway, and that inner unhappiness might be the reason she has trouble communicating with her son. She gets one other mention in the episode by the ever-so-critical-of-her Kyle, however it's just to manipulate Tweek into fighting with Craig, nonetheless, Tweek's reaction conveys his respect and appreciation of his mother.

Kyle: Yeah. And then Craig's family came on and said Tweek was the wuss, and then punched Tweek's mom in the hooters.

The third episode she appears in is Chinpokomon. Helen and Richard appear as an item, and she is yet to show interest in anything that isn't connected to him. The two of them are seem to be in a friend group with the Marshes, the Broflovskis, Liane and the McCormicks. Even before the Stotches were ever shown hanging out with these folks. The most sure friendship from here are the Marshes, since they were the ones who invited the Tweaks over. In fact, they are closer to the Marshes than the McCormicks, they get invited over by them again in Timmy 2000. Here is also the first time we see them along with Craig's parents, Laura and Thomas.

And Helen also developed a stronger friendship with Sheila, since the next time we see her is in the Broflovski home, when decides to speak up in her only speaking line through season 4 - guess what - to rip on Kyle whose kidneys are failing.

"Oh my, he looks terrible." - Helen Tweak about Kyle Kyle v. Eric rivalry who? Never heard of them, it's all Kyle v. Helen. Next time we see her is in prison, where she went over false molestation accusations, a town-wide motion against all grown-ups, launched by Kyle, who else.

Wow! I thought the Marshes never hang with the Blacks! But in S5 they did, and also the Tweaks and the Tuckers and the Stotches. The Tweaks regular appearances seem to be at this house, so today's character analysis quickly transformed into a Marsh family friend group study.

An instance when we see Helen doing house chores is in Towelie, when she is in the backyard pulling down some clothes she's had drying on clotheslines.

The scene is mostly about the soldiers being stupid and shooting at towels, but it also shows how she reacts to extreme situations. She is very much intimidated by their actions, but she doesn't scream or yell unlike the other victims we see in the same episode. Telling that she keeps her frustrations deep inside herself. Even appearance after her first episode (co-written by Pam Brady) she seems to be seen as a repressed and suppressed by Trey and Matt. Unlike some tumblr users, I don't actually think every detail they do roots in their care for characters whose name they often forgot, switch or they doesn't even name them, they care for their characters, yes, but a lot of details get lost in their memories. However why I think the depiction here is accurate, since they usually show any housewife as opressed, and Helen's clothing screams "tradwife", which is why she got to be the focus of this scene. She is as much of a stereotype as all the characters are.

Then we see her again in front of the Marsh house with her family. The crowd is in panic. Stan received a package from Afghanistan a few months after the terrorist attacks. Richard gives Tweek coffee and Helen is just standing there silently, frightened to her bones, looking with an empty stare, dead on the inside. Anyway, join me next time /probably tomorrow/, with analysis on her season 6 appearances! Have a nice day!

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Good Cooties

Nobody:

Nesha: Takes a very traumatic horror story and instead makes it fluff.

They generally checked in right before bed and then again, first thing in the morning. Chris had never been so communicative with somebody before, but after everything that knowing Dalton had put her through, she didn't mind going a little above and beyond with check-ins.

Whenever one wasn't feeling 100% at bedtime, they had a sleepover, just in case something would go down. Time passed, and nothing did. Well... nothing too unusual, at any rate. He had nightmares sometimes and they'd wake up and sort through it. Sometimes he simply couldn't sleep, so he'd just watch her a while, glad that she wasn't losing any rest on his behalf, but annoyed that the bed was so small that they both couldn't really fit on it without being cuddled up.

Upon mentioning it, she reminded him that when he was trapped in The Further, "Your little booty body was nestled right here, between these yummy thighs." He couldn't argue with it, and the description of her thighs made him want to drop the conversation completely, so he'd said, "Well, you said you have good cooties," laughing awkwardly, and snuggling up behind her, hoping his body wouldn't betray him for the closeness of a soft, warm body and the unavoidable friction of natural sleep movements. Fortunately, that never went down. Even more fortunately, neither did any wild trips to The Further.

Things that did go down: her roommate absolutely thought that he was an obsessive boyfriend and his new roommate was confused that she slept over but they never had the need to tie something on the doorway for him to give them some time. "So... she just sleeps here sometimes?" He'd asked, "Or are you just always finished by the time I get in?"

"We're just friends!" Dalton had said, uneasy and blushing.

Foster, when they got alone, asked, "But, seriously. You're definitely smashing that, right?" It irked him. Him speaking about her like that. "I mean.. I know that you aren't that much of a lover, but I figure it's different with you two, because of, you know... the stuff.."

It was... true, officially. But, he knew how this looked. Even his mom would ask about her in the same way that she'd asked about people he'd dated previously. Was Chris coming home with him during the holidays? "She has her own family," he'd casually mentioned, then had to pretend not to notice as his family gave each other knowing looks because he spent most of the holiday texting, calling, or video chatting with "Chris" They said her name in a certain way too. A singing way, obviously taunting him. Well... his siblings did. (Foster had roped Kali into this mess, too). His mother instructed them to leave him alone, though he could tell it amused her, from her face, and he knew she liked Chris. She always asked about her.

That was why they probably would never happen. He had nightmares sometimes, panicking about being possessed again, about hurting her. Sure, he would wake up to find her there, safe and sound and if awakened by his nightmares, quick to comfort him, but.. that entire thing was now forever a part of their story. And what type of love story could come out of something like that?

His parents had loved each other for years, and this entire ordeal had separated the two of them. Foster broke into his thoughts with, "I think that I'd want somebody who already understands what you've gone through. I imagine by the time I wanna meet people, it's gonna be a whole damn thing trying to make it normal, when the topic inevitably comes up. You've got a cute girl who still bothers with you after literally seeing you at your worst. Possessed by an entity. How could it get better for you?"

"We're just friends!"

"She let you blow on her hooter the first night!" Foster teased. Dalton wasn't a big fan of Chris and his brother exchanging words, but they had each other's information, so now he always had at least this one story for ammunition to make Dalton a little bit uncomfortable, and Chris was the type to overshare casually. Chris and Foster got along well. Dalton could only imagine their powers combined if she did come around the whole family...

Which, eventually, she did. By then, they were dormed together, again. She had gone to see housing about it. Her best friend, suffering from a sleep issue, their roommates, often inconvienced when he woke up, the fact that this very office had already roomed her with him before, so what was the big deal? Chris either could talk you into hating her guts and wanting her gone, or doing whatever it is she was saying, and that day, with that member of staff, she got herself back into the room with him.

Now, they could go to sleep in their own beds, and if something happened, there the other was, just on the other side of a small room. They didn't even have to cramp themselves into his little bed as much, and whenever they did, she didn't have to get up earlier to get ready from a different room, or to go back to her own. It was cozy, and comfortable, and they had a routine.

They had gotten numerous sleeping masks, so that Chris could find something to assist her through the nightlights. Whenever she was in Dalton's bed, she didn't really notice, because her face was usually burrowed in the bed or his body, for lack of room. By the time it was time for her to go home with him, she knew which mask she needed for which type of night, whether or not she should have earphones, and how many pillows she could bring before the bed couldn't fit the pillows and two people their sizes.

She had been in his corner since the moment he confided in her, and even when she didn't want to engage, she found herself unable to just leave him alone, and now she feared that she was far more comfortable with this man than she ever planned on being with anyone. But. She was never one to reject a good thing, and it seemed like maybe Dalton Lambert was a good thing. It certainly always felt good to fall asleep in his arms and wake up next to him. Chris was a fan of feeling good.

His family was nice. She was excited to finally shoot the shit with Foster, in the flesh, and that did not disappoint. Dalton had been hoping that she would help dispel the rumors the Lamberts ran wild with, but despite pursuing math, Chris had a deep passion for chaos, as far as Dalton was concerned. "So, he never told you that we made out at a frat party?" She had asked a VERY intrigued and impressed Foster.

"He never told me that he WENT to a frat party!" He complained.

"Yeah, I sorta made him. That's a gift I have, getting Dalton to do stuff that he is not fond of doing.." Dalton pressed his lips together and continued working on a drawing.

Whenever Foster heard about the frat boy who called her ugly, he looked livid but was soon appeased by the thought of him being promptly kicked in the dick afterward. "I used to say that I wouldn't wish that on anybody, but it sounds like this is the guy that makes me change my beliefs.." They chatted for a little while longer before Foster was going to leave to go hang out with friends. "I'm super glad that Dalton has you," he said on his way out. She simply offered a salute, then looked at Dalton's jaw tense as he pretended not to hear that.

"You okay?" She asked. He shrugged. "You know... whenever I was with Grandma Perkee over the last holiday, she told me that you are very pretty and that she'd love to meet you. I said, "Yeah. He is very pretty, huh? He's kind too. A little introverted, but such a likable person. I don't think he likes me like that, though, Grandma. You might want to be less excited about meeting him." He paused and looked at her. "Well, next she told me, "If somebody is in you life, and they're nice to you and you like them and you're both having a good time together, that's gonna excite me, no matter what you call each other..." They stared at each other a moment, before she concluded, "So, we don't really need to discourage or encourage your family from thinking I'm your girlfriend or into thinking it. They see how we are together, and they know you're in good hands. Whether we're friends or more, they're gonna feel the way that they feel about me because they love you and you like me."

He gave her a little smile. That was a good way to put it, and made it less stressful for him whenever he overheard Kali ask, "Is Dalton your boyfriend?"

Without missing a beat, Chris answered, "Well, Dalton identifies as a boy, and he's definitely my friend, so what would you do if I said, "Yes?"

Kali gasped and with a wide smile asked, teasingly, "Do you loooooooove himmm?"

Chris smiled right back and asked in a whisper, "What would you do if I said "yes" again?"

Kali giggled and covered her mouth, either in excitement or surprise. Dalton never said stuff like that. He didn't smile about it. He always got irritated and denied it all. Kali smiled, and offered, "I'd say, I think that Dalton loves you too."

Chris's smile changed, ever so slightly. Dalton noted it as he finally stepped into view. She leaned towards Kali and told her, "One thing about me? Everybody loves Chris." Kali nodded in agreement, then finally noticed Dalton.

"Oh! It's your boyyyyyfriiiiiend," she sang. He just smiled, shaking his head.

At bedtime, Chris offered, "Pretty cool that your mom doesn't mind our sleeping situation. I'd say it's because she knows we aren't doing it, but she kinda seems like she'd be cool with it, even if we were."

"She is a part of the 'everybody' that loves Chris," he said, casually, preparing the nightlight. Chris paused, with a grin, then silently resumed putting on her bonnet.

By the time that they climbed into his bed, she pushed close and started wrapping her arms around him. He froze and gave her a confused look. "What? This is how we sleep."

"Yeah, in the dorm on the tiny bed. This one has room for us to stretch out more."

"Yeah, near the edge of the bed, where the monsters are. Your sister tormented me with Barbie play today. I wanna be up on you tonight." His body relaxed a little bit. "Besides, I sleep better when we're cuddled up." It tensed again. "My God, Dalton... are we not allowed to say stuff like that to each other?"

"No. Yeah... I just. Yes..." His Adam's apple was leaping in his throat and she watched it bob as he nervously searched for his next words, "I, uh... sleep better with you right here, too." She nodded once, settled her body around his and stared a little bit longer. Dalton's face came in closer, but then he stopped and just looked into her eyes. Her normal playfulness was never present when she was sleepy, but whatever else was there in her eyes, he wasn't exactly used to.

Chris offered a smile and teased, "What? Were you about to kiss me?"

Quickly, he said, "I would never do that without asking first." She closed her eyes, smiling, and nodding. "Cou.." Her eyes opened and he was staring at her lips, "Could I? Kiss you?" Chris smiled and moved closer for him to do so. It wasn't caught off guard like the first time, and it wasn't long or steamy or deep. It was tender, and quick, but lingering.. "Good cooties," he mumbled against her lips, with a smile.

"Very," she said, smiling against his, as well.

[cutiedwaekki]

CHERRY ON TOP

where when Felix go so oftenly in that restaurant more for the cute waiter than the food

This is my first smut ever 😭 although I'm still quite uncomfortable have I wanted to try my hand at writing so I hope you like it <3

Thing to get first :

• the restaurant is inspired by American dinners in the 50s but the fic is happening in today's world

Now enjoy this will be my last fic before i go on vacation 🫶

It was late, around 9:30 p.m., and Felix was out walking the streets of Sydney. He wasn't looking for any particular place after all, at that hour, everything was almost closed except for a few restaurants and entertainment venues.

In the distance, he could see the Luna Park funfair, which you had to take the ferry to get to. He liked the aesthetics of this amusement park; in fact, Felix loved things that had an old-fashioned aesthetic, as if evoking a good memory.

So when on his walk he came across a rather atypical restaurant, his gaze went to it, as did his eyes. The pink neon lights clearly read "Dwaekki's Dinner" and the exterior had a 50s American restaurant vibe.

Without hesitation, Felix entered and was greeted by the muted sound of Elvis Presley's "Blue Suede Shoes" jukebox as he surveyed the interior, which seemed to be typical of the restaurant seen in the movies. Even the waiters were dressed in pink roller skates and uniforms.

No sooner had he entered than a waitress approached him.

-"Welcome to Dwaekki's Dinner, take a seat, one of my colleagues will serve you", she smiled broadly before rolling away.

Felix simply shrugged and moved to a table in the corner. He put down his jacket and turned off the music on his phone before glancing at the menu.

It was classic: burger, fries, chicken nugget, soda... but one offer caught his eye.

Indeed, the prices were low, but in the menu proposal he could see

"EXCEPTIONAL OFFER! FOR 20 AUD ENJOY YOUR MENU WITH THE WAITRESS OF YOUR CHOICE".

Felix chuckled, so this restaurant was a kind of hooters? It's true that judging by the waitresses' rather sugestive outfits, he felt foolish for not having understood earlier.

-"May I take your order, sir?" asked a waiter whose accent made it clear he wasn't from around here.

Felix turned his attention to him, detailing him for a long second. Curly brown hair with a small red bow on his head. Round, plump cheeks. He was quite chubby and his uniform gave a good view of his generous thighs trapped in those leather shorts, while the white shirt emphasized his bulging belly.

It's ... totally his type.

-"S-Sir? Is everything all right?"

- "Oh yes ... yes very good ... um I'll take ... your special offer" he said, pointing to the box showing the menu and spending it with a waiter of his choice.

The waiter nod then take a note of this on his pad, a little unsettled by his counterpart's deep voice: "And ... who do you want to spend it with? We have Alice , Mary , Ruby ..."

- "You"

The boy then gasped "Me?"

- "Yes you ... well unless you don't want to of course I don't force you"

The brunette blushed slightly, although the pink neon lights made it easy to see his embarrassment "non it's fine , I'll bring you your order."

-"Thank you. By the way, what's your name?

-"L-Lewis"

Felix wasn't convinced, and when Lewis tried to leave, Felix caught up with him: "Tell me the truth, it'll be our secret".

-My name is quite hard to pronounce... I'm Korean".

Felix's eyes widened as he better understood the strange accent he possessed. To put the boy more at ease, he decided to change the language from English to Korean.

-"I'm Korean too, my name's Yongbok but just call me Felix".

"Lewis" seemed to sigh almost as relieve as he seems a little more in cinfident with Felix.

-"Really? You speak English so well though!"

Felix chuckled, "That's because my parents are Korean, but I've lived in Sydney since I was born."

-"Oh I see, I'll go and get your order and be right back".

- "Hey" interrupted Felix again "you never told me your name".

- "Oh... Changbin ... Seo Changbin" he said shyly.

Felix smiled before letting him leave with a wink.

Changbin returned a few minutes later with his menu in a tray as he moved along on his rollerblades.

-"And here's your order" he said with a smile, happy to be speaking his native language with a local.

Felix thanked him and was then surprised by the size of the burger, which was truly imposing, even though it only consisted of steak, cheese, tomato, salt and onions (in short, the basics).

- "Since we're insoiring from America's restaurant, the boss decided that the portions would be imposing too" Changbin remarked with a chuckle.

- "Oh, I understand better! Thanks for keeping me company, feel free to eat if you like".

- "Oh, I wouldn't dare, it's your meal after all"

- "I'm not that hungry, so eat with me" he said, moving his tray towards the waiter who hesitantly took a fry ... then a second ... and then he was unstoppable

The two began to chat, talking about each other, their lives and everything.

Changbin tell how he was a music student who, thanks to a scholarship, had gone to study in Sydney. The restaurant was run by his uncle, who decided to offer him a job to help pay the bills (which meant he was the only boy waiter among all the girls).

Felix then also told him about his life. As an art student, he loved movies from an early age, and wanted to make his own one day.

Changbin, amusingly, offered to be the main actor, which made Felix laugh. It had been a long time since he hadn't laughed like that.

But the interesting detail was that Felix had barely eaten a few fries and tasted a bite of his burger, leaving everything for Changbin, including his Large soda.

The poor waiter had an full stomach and was leaning against the back of his seat, rubbing his belly. A very exciting sight for Felix.

-"Sorry, I must look like a pig ... but I just don't want to resist this food, you know? I remember, when I came here I was pretty fit, but with college and work I spent most of my time here and ... i got a bit oit lf shaoe but i start to like it " he said, reaching out to shake one of his love handles.

Felix bit his lip at the sight, what a delicious treat for the eyes and he felt he was going to end up in an erection if he continue like that.

-"No, don't say that... you're very handsome ... and attractive" but Felix stopped and placed his hands in front of his mouth, ashamed of what he had just revealed.

Changbin was quite surprised and the blush on his face was quite noticeable, but he was pretty charmed by this reveal from the Australian. After all, Felix was a very attractive young man with a deep voice that almost made him glap. So if the youngest was attracted to him, it would be the most beautiful compliment in the world.

-"I... I'd better go," said Changbin as he try to get up on his feet.

"-Did I offend you? I'm sorry hyung , I didn't mean to."

But Changbin turned his face to Felix's, anchoring his gaze in his as a mischievous smile grew on his lips "I'm off in 30 minutes ... if you're interested".

Felix said nothing, but silently nodded. Tiut two venakt to accept without any word the continuation of their evening.

And as soon as Changbin had finished, Felix left and offered to take the oldest home with him. They walked silently through the streets of Sydney. It was winter, so there were few people out, apart from the bars that stayed open until late.

They didn't talk, just enjoyed the silence until they reached the brunette's apartement.

-"Well... this is my place".

Felix gave a slight grin without adding anything more.

The two of them looked at each other in silence, not knowing what would become of this night.

Until Changbin dared to ask "Do you... want to come in and drink something inside?"

It was an invitation I couldn't refuse. He entered calmly and, once the door was closed, asked "Shall I kiss you?"

The brunette was surprised by this sudden courage but nodded. The kiss was short and quite shy but the second one came to make the kiss better than he had already done it. and so the kisses began to follow one another

And so it was, until the blond man bent the wall and kissed the back of his neck, while the brunette let out a few moans.

But Felix's kisses spread a little further down to the oldest's collarbones. He paused for a moment to see if Changbin really wanted to continue. He even asked, "Do you give me your consent? As Changbin took of emotion make a strange noice who sounde like a moan although it meant yes.

Then, like a gentleman, Felix led him to his room, following the brunette's instructions between their kiss. Once the bed was in sight, he placed him on it and looked at him with amusement.

-If I'd known this offer included hook up with the waiter, I'd have come before now".

- "It's only for a handful of clients"

Felix smiled proudly before languorously kissing the brunette "I hope I'm the only one then" before marking the oldest with hickeys on the back of his neck. Soon his shirt was off, revealing his plump body, his breasts and, above all, his round belly.

- "And to think it's your body, now with me I'll make you bigger, is that what you want?"

Changbin moaned again then spread his thighs

-"Oh, does that turn you on? You want me to fuck you and tell you how much your body turns me on? That I'd come back day after day to watch you get fatter?"

Again a groan was heard, and the brunette's nascent erection made it clear that he was eager to the idea.

-"Tell me how much you weigh, so I can see if your body can support all that fat" Felix now had the brunette's ass in front of him, which he'd already seen in the past. The trousers and underwear were soon removed by Felix, who, unlike Changbin, still had his boxers on. Une slapped the brunette's ass and squeezed his hand to tighten the graisdeuse part "i love it but i can make it fatter" he said before finally removing his underwear.

Changbin made a moaning mess , which earned him the title of pig, given the fact that he barely spoke or only when Felix asked for his consent.

-"'I'm so impotient , i just need to ruin you" he said hoarsely as he took two of his fingers and soaked them in saliva before thrusting them into the brunette's hole. The poor moaned in a high-pitched way as Felix tried to widen his turn by making various movement while covering Changbin with teasings like "You're huge and yet you're so tight " but he didn't forget also to cover him with softer words even xompliment like "You're such a good boy" "you're pretty it hurts".

Changbin seemed to be living in another world, and no words came out of his mouth, preferring instead to yelp and beg.

-In the drawer ... quick" Changbin mentioned, leaving Felix curious as he opened the drawer and came across a box of condoms, which Changbin seemed to be prepared for! He took one of the condoms and slipped it on. The best was about to begin.

So when Felix finally decided to stick his penis in his hole, his voice was so high-pitched that even the blond was surprised. Fortunately, the acoustic foam glued all aroung the brunette's bedroom was here to mask their obscene noises , although he used it definitively to record songs, for being fucked it was perfect too!

So the back-and-forth began, slow at first to allow Changbin to get used to it, but as time went by, the more Felix picked up the pace. He himself began to talk less, preferring to devote his energy to his movement while panting.

Changbin would let out loud, high-pitched whimpers that by now he was sure to have a sore throat.

This went on for some time before Felix managed to get to his climax tiut like Changbin. And then, at different intervals, they ejaculated with a rippling groan that would definitely wake up a neighbor.

Felix withdrew, discarded the cappote and hovered over Changbin. They both caught their breath, embracing each other.

-"Do you often fuck your customers?" asked Feoix curiously.

- "Only the ones who find him attractive" teased Changbin with a wink

Felix chuckled, even though the bed was soiled he wanted to postpone cleaning until the next day so he could fall asleep in his arms.

So they two fell asleep from exhaustion, proving that the evening had been extremely useful.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑⋆·˚ ༘ *

But Felix had kept his word, and so he returned every evening at the same time, and they shared a menu... Well, sharing was more Changbin's mealbthan other thing.

Over time, they got to know each other and became close friends. From that heated evening, they would sometimes sleep together again, or Felix would offer Changbin a blowjob during his shift in the toilet cabins .

Maks the two of them began to develop a real mutual attraction that became naturally tactile between them. Felix would his cheek and peck at it to kiss it. Changbin would sit by his side and let the Australian feed him.

A real little couple, although they never officially said so. Maybe they'd just have to wait for the day when Changbin would be the ideal boydy type of Felix had since the day one of their meeting.

A day when the brunette would be so tight in his outfit that Felix wouldn't be able to resist ...

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑⋆·˚ ༘ *

This evening was just like any other, Felix would come in, sit at his table and wait for Changbin. He could see him in the distance on his roller skates, the oldest had grown a lot over the months. His belly had become so massive that it began to hang out of his shirt, creating a wide space where his belly could be seen between the buttons. His shorts were crushing his poor honey-colored thighs, which had been carrying his weight for too long. And his now big breasts became so large that even some waitresses began to envy him.

-"Lixie ... you're here" declared Changbin as he approached him more slowly than before, after the poor man had weighed in at over 132 kilos, he was officially obese and still loved his plump, round body.

Felix also loved his body. He loved to grab his ass and say "it's now so fat now thanks to me".

The two had fallen so deeply for each other that they hadn't stopped seeing each other every day without missing a single evening. . We'll bet it was due to sex they loved each other's presence more than just kissing to the point of losing their voices.

-"hey beauty! Looks like someone's been eating well lately" he teased, caressing his chubby cheek playfully.

-"I have a secret admirer who likes to feed me" he retorted amused.

The two of them were so complicent that everyone could see that their relationship was so fused and unique that no one could boast of having the same one.

So Changbin took his usual order and added a few cheeseburgers and a large slice of cheesecake. What was it? It was for him after all.

Then he returned a few minutes later, surprising Felix with all the food.

-"Is it for me? He said with a twinkle in his eye, leaving Changbin to giggle.

The blond chuckled too before adding "My Changbinnie is finally becoming a big little pig , your shirt isn't going to hold on for long you know? "

Changbin (who had already started to eat a cheeseburger) shrugged his shoulders before leaning closer to Felix and whispering a few words that no one but him could hear.

"I've already holed my shorts down my ass. "

Felix blushed when he wanted to see, but Changbin's reddened cheeks stopped him.

-And otherwise what's up in life?" Asked the brunette as he continued to eat.

To be honest, that's all he ever did, and since he'd become so heavy, his uncle preferred to limit his work, which meant he did worked less but ate more.

In any case, he was sure to eat enough to keep his shirts buttonbeven more tighter.

Felix was overjoyed, the brunette was already eating without stopping and didn't need any help, but above all he'd seen the button on his shirt disapear to leave an place fold on his growing body, and Chanbgin didn't even seem to react to it.

This was too much for Felix, who decided to kiss the brunette full on the lips, not caring that there were other people around, or that carless whisper was playing in the background or that the brunette had the sweet taste of chesecake in his mouth.

His eyes were open to their situation. He wanted Changbin more than anything else, he needed him in the morning when he woke up, at noon to send him pick up line that would make him blush and at night to treat him to food and sleep next to him with his Chanbin sized pillow.

-"Be mine please", he declared, looking him straight in the eye.

Changbin was confuse by all this but couldn't help smiling broadly and replied "yes I do, I want to be yours as much as you will be mine".

So the new couple held hands for the first time in as they were finally together while they were in a lovey dovey bubble that no one could interompre.

Not even Chanhbin's shirt where the buttons popped off one by one exposing his belly to everyone's view

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑⋆·˚ ༘ *

-"Come and dance Binnie!

- "No, I'm too full, I can't make it"

- "Come on it's for you boyfriend" begged as Felix pouting

Changbin finally decided to accept. Today was a rest day but they were still here at Dwaekki's dinner, mostly for their chea food and this jukebox playing old classic music.

Felix was in a mood for dancing even if Changbin only know to shake his whole body when he waled, but in fact he didn't know how to dance very well

But for Felix, he'd make an exception: when his hands rested on his body, he couldn't stretch out fully in his arms ariund him , je did make a thing in his heart as he smilled even more

If it wasn't love that changbin felt then I don't know

[discordsmuse]

CRW Exercise 1: The Year That...

Write a 250-500 word piece in the same vein as 'The Year People Floated' by Sarah Domet.

(Posting my college creative writing exercises here to save em)

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The year the livestock died, we all thought the world was ending.

Farmers were on the news alongside egologists and biologists. They theorized that it was something in the feed, the grass, or the water. Would it spread to people? The question haunted us until a month passed and nobody died from the Livestock Fever. Tests were run, but there’s always been a lot of money required for science, and eventually, that money had to run out. Farms shut down and pastures grew into great forests of Bermuda grass while their landscapers rotted away amongst it.

People could have survived without eggs, milk, or cheese. The real outcry was about the lack of meat—no more bacon, burgers, or wings. Places like Hooters went under a few weeks after the farms, and burger joints had to buff up their menus with the vegan stuff we’d all been making fun of back in 2015. The substitutes just weren’t the same. People rioted. People died. The government had to step in before the country tanked itself over a lack of baby back ribs.

The vote was one of the most contentious in history. In 2032 America was on the brink, and this sudden culling of the food sources threatened to push it over into the abyss. Blake Paul, freshly 35 years old, ran for president on a ticket so insane that people forgot about Trump, Jackson, and Nixon.

“We have an abundance of meat,” Paul had said in his first campaign rally. “We just need to allow ourselves, morally, to survive.” Americans watched aghast as he spoke words that had only been whispered behind closed doors. “No one can save a horse with a broken leg, only waste valuable time and resources to fulfill an empathetic need to help. If we as the human race want to survive, we need to let go of the moral high ground we cling to. We need to do what’s right for our children. I, for one, don’t want them to starve.”

No one thought he’d win, not with something like that on his ticket. Except, he didn’t call it that. Paul called it survival. He twisted everyone's heads around the idea until the survival of the fittest made sense. Come November, the country turned over its protection to the youngest President in history. In January, the farms opened back up again. Hospital wait times ticked down to minutes, cemeteries didn’t need to be expanded so often. America began to grow, and every other country laid down its righteousness and followed suit.

I benefitted from it too. I enjoyed the bacon, the burgers, and especially the wings. I just wish I hadn’t gone skiing with my friends that weekend. If I didn’t break my leg like I did, maybe I wouldn’t be staring down the barrel of a captive bolt gun.

I hope my parents can feel my love for them when they eat the filets the families get sent. It’s the least the farm can do.

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 279: A Witches Halloween, p4

< go Camera 1 >

“Thanks, Jamie, for the weather report,” said Alicia Ray, filling in as anchor for Channel 5’s 11pm broadcast and looking into camera one, “I guess we need the rain. Sounds like a good  weekend to go catch a movie. Wouldn’t you say, Aly?”

“For sure!” said the blond co-anchor seated to her right. Aly Singleton smiled, feeling strangely giddy in the presence of her co-worker. 

“So, let’s get back to our top stories,” Alicia continued, turning to her left as the red light on camera 3 blinked to life. This was easy, this made her feel good. Thousands of eyeballs were now on her, she commanded the attention of all their late-night viewers, and she felt like she was exactly where she should be. She’d been given this job temporarily when Blake Rubens came down suddenly with that haha mysterious cough earlier in the week. It could be a stepping stone for her, she’d hoped, towards the morning lead anchor position. Mark Vallens, who currently ran the morning desk and had done so for nearly 20 years, was already talking retirement. Wow these treatments work quick! she’d marveled. She really wanted that job!. 

< go Camera 3 >

“Many reports of weird happenings in the city on this Halloween night,” the ex-pageant queen continued, meeting the gaze of camera 3 with confidence. Sit straight, tits up, she said silently, but could already feel herself settling naturally into her new role, the eyes of their wide viewership falling to her full chest. This next story, she’d been told, had to be handled properly. ‘Don’t get people too worried’, they’d told her over the phone, ‘stay casual’. She could do that, she could make it sound fun. Some women they were calling ‘witches’ were up to mischief, and it was her job to help with damage control. The people needed her, the movement needed her. She was important, and there were big plans for her.

“Earlier this evening the city was treated to a nice little...treat,” the busty news anchor began, as the image from one of Channel 5’s rooftop cameras appeared behind her and the teleprompter began to roll, “as you can see, the river apparently changed to a pretty shade of pink downtown. The new color lasted about twenty minutes before returning to normal. Authorities suspect a prank from one of the local colleges but the cause of the change is still unknown. As is why all the flowers in the park mysteriously blossomed this evening…”

 

“…Roses, flowering bushes, everything in the gardens treated the city to a springtime display in October. Park officials are baffled, and blame global warming.”

“That is so weird!” chirped Aly, to Alicia’s right, “But I love flowers, and the river did look pretty!”

“Haha I know, right?” Alicia laughed. 

“It’s too bad it didn’t last, the pink river,” Aly continued, “I have some cute heels and magenta lipstick that would’ve matched!” Gee Alicia’s perfume is really nice. I have to ask where she got it.

“Oh that would’ve been cute!” the shapely brunette answered as she stood from the news desk, treating her viewers to a shot of her body, “Moving on to our next story…”

<go Camera 2>

“Jesus…” whispered the cameraman to the sound guy, as he tracked Alicia’s broad hips in her tight pink dress rolling across the studio, “do you know how many guys are jerking off to her right now?” She’d put on a little weight recently, and damn did it go to the right places…

“This just in. Perhaps the strangest reports,” she continued, as she settled in front of the green screen, “are multiple unconfirmed sightings of three giant, ghostly women walking down Lancaster Boulevard downtown in - get this, Aly - Hooters uniforms! We hope to get some pictures or video soon from our viewers but eyewitnesses tell us the three women, which apparently seemed to be some type of hologram, were several stories tall and casually strolled down the street for five blocks before mysteriously disappearing.”“Wow!” Aly laughed, as the camera cut briefly to her, “New waitresses at the restaurant in Wellspring? They’ll be super popular!”

“Haha maybe!” Alicia agreed with a convivial smile, “No comments yet from the restaurant’s management, but officials suspect some sort of publicity stunt to celebrate the new change in ownership.”

<go Camera 2>

“And for our last Halloween-night story,” Alicia Ray continued, turning her shapely torso smoothly to her left, “This one is maybe the most disturbing - three teens in Northville have gone missing while out for some trick-or-treating…”

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Thx to Superfragon98 for the use of his giant hooters girls; check out his DeviantArt page for more cool collage work. And always, for more of the story please visit my Patreon.

[twistedtummies2]

Glamour - Chapter 3 (Trade)

This is the third part of a four-part trade story with @hooter-n-company (a.k.a. Rchlis). She is making some very special art for me, and in return, she asked me to write a story to introduce a Twisted Wonderland OC she's sort of had stewing in the background for a while: his name is Taoka Latronis, and he is based on Tamatoa from "Moana."

I absolutely LOVE Tamatoa. He's a fun villain, and a surprising crush (albeit a somewhat mild one, for me, personally). Rchlis wanted to create a character for the TW universe based on the big glam crab, and I certainly wasn't going to say no. The advantage of this being a trade, instead of a commission, was I could go and make a much longer and more detailed story, in return for much more detailed and elaborate artwork, without either of us having to pay exorbitant amounts that frankly neither of us could afford. Win-win. XD

This was a LOT of fun to make, and Taoka is one of my favorite OCs I've gotten to write for that I DIDN'T create myself, if not my favorite (at least as far as TW goes, I should clarify). Hopefully a lot of you like him, too. ;) Parts one and two have already been released the past two days; the fourth and final section will go up tomorrow. Be on the lookout!

WARNING: THIS PARTICULAR SECTION DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY KINKS DIRECTLY. HOWEVER, THERE ARE IMPLICATIONS OF VORE AND OTHER KINKS SPRINKLED THROUGHOUT THE FIRST THREE PARTS. DON'T LIKE? TOO YOUNG? DON'T READ. NOTE/DISCLAIMER: Once again, I referenced a song from "Labyrinth" (performed and composed by David Bowie) here. Once again, I hold no rights to the lyrics, figured I should still put this here, though.

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“This can’t be!” “Well, it sure seems like it can.” You and Grim watched anxiously as Divus Crewel and Maverick Mokulau paced across the stage. The audience had been cleared out, with the help of Neige LeBlanche, and local security had been called to investigate. Vil Schoenheit and Keala Cravalho had both split up to help them out. Speaking of which…all four of you looked up as the familiar clip-clopping of heels announced the return of the two students. “Have you searched the dressing rooms?” inquired Professor Crewel. “Every last one!” exclaimed Keala. “And?” “Nothing! It’s just…gone!” “You two were supposed to be on the ball today,” Vil scowled in your direction. “Nya! Don’t look at us!” Grim yowled, fur bristling with aggravation. “No, Grim, he’s right,” you sighed. “We may not have been in charge of security, but we should have been more on top of things, as Stage Managers. All those mishaps, culminating in the trophy being stolen…” “What does ‘culminating’ mean?” Grim meowed, in response. You and Vil groaned in tandem.

“It has to be around here somewhere,” fretted Keala. “I sincerely doubt that, at this point,” frowned Vil. “What is security up to now?” Mokulau demanded to know. “They’ve begun interviewing some of the contestants, to see if anybody noticed anything suspicious,” Vil replied. “I regret to say they haven’t had much luck.” “Someone had to see something!” Grim suddenly screeched. “All anybody saw were stars,” droned Vil. “That flash of light blinded everybody who might have gotten a good look.” “What was that flash, anyway?” murmured Keala, scratching his chin. “It didn’t seem like just a normal lighting trick.” “You’ve got that right, kid,” grumbled Mokulau, tipping his shades down as he turned his head up thoughtfully, hands stuffed into his pockets. “Wasn’t just an illusion, either…” “It seemed to me,” Crewel broke in, “Like some form of magic.” Those words caused something to click inside your brain. You suddenly let out a shout of frustration and slapped your forehead. “Oh, you Dumbo!” you cried out…then, noticing the expressions on everyone’s faces, you quickly explained: “Not you all. Me. I think I know who did this!” “You do?” Grim blinked. “Yes. But I’m going to need more proof,” you said solemnly, and stood up. It was time to take charge. “Vil, Mr. Mokulau, Keala? Can I ask you three to accompany me?” “If you feel it’s necessary,” Vil said slowly, while the two Royal Sword members nodded in agreement. “Good,” you smiled, then looked at Professor Crewel. “I think you and Grim should help security, sir. I may be completely wrong, and I don’t think ALL of us need to go at once.” “That seems reasonable,” Crewel nodded, and pointed at Grim with his familiar rod. “Come, puppy! We have work to do!” With a swirl of his fur coat, Divus Crewel flounced away. Grim growled grouchily. “First I’m a cat, then I’m a puppy,” he grumbled. “I’m getting sick of this…” “Just behave,” you sighed, and shooed the little imp away. With a sniff and a snort, he followed Professor Crewel away. “So, where are we goin’?” Maverick asked, crossing his tattooed arms. “To see Hop the Dwarf,” you replied, and beckoned for the three to follow you. “I think he’s the first stop we should make.” “Whatever you say, Basil of Baker Street,” Keala smirked with a shrug. You just gave him a blank look. “Forget it,” he chuckled, waving it off. Vil and Mokulau rolled their eyes. You just shook your head and led the group away. It was time to start getting a few answers.

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“Who knew what kind of instrument you would be playing?” you asked Hop the Dwarf. Yourself and Keala stood inside the little fellow’s dressing room, while Vil and Mokulau - having seniority as judges - stood outside the room to guard it, just in case the culprit you suspected should show up. Hop scratched his head as he pondered the inquiry. “Well…I had to fill out a form to let management know,” he pointed out. “I’m aware,” you nodded. “But who else might have known?” “Did you tell any of the other contestants, maybe someone in the audience?” asked Keala. “I don’t think so,” said Hop, shaking his round little head. “Only Gran and Dominic, and they wouldn’t do a thing like that!” “No, of course they wouldn’t,” you sighed, feeling rather frustrated by the answer. This hadn’t gotten you anywhere you hoped it would. “I guess your hunch was wrong,” said Keala, weakly. “Seems that way,” you grumbled. “Wait a moment!” Hop suddenly squeaked, snapping his tiny fingers in realization. “There was that one guy…!” “One guy?” you and Keala chorused. “Uh-huh!” nodded Hop. “See, there was this guy…” He indicated you. “...I think he goes to your school…anyway, he said he was trying to find his lost guitar pick, and he was asking around if anybody had seen it. I told him I hadn’t seen it, and he said that was okay. He then asked what I was doing for my act, out of curiosity. I didn’t think there was anything wrong, so I told him my plans for my performance.” “So he would have known which instrument you were using and where you kept it?” “Well, not where I KEPT it, no,” said Hop with a slight giggle. “I didn’t tell him THAT much!” “Still,” Keala murmured, now catching on to what you were anticipating, “If he knew you had the instrument in here, and knew what he was looking for, he could have come in at any time you weren’t around.” “Did you leave the room at any point?” you asked the young dwarf. “Just for a few minutes for a snack break,” shrugged Hop. “That would do it,” you said gravely. “Can you tell me what he looked like?” “He wore a gold coat, and a glove on one hand. He also had purple eyes.”

Keala sucked in a breath sharply. You looked quickly towards him. “What’s wrong?” you asked the young man in the red shirt. Keala hesitated before answering: “I saw the same guy near my dressing room after I went to the bathroom for a spell. I’d left the door open when I left.” “So he could have gotten in while you were away?” Keala nodded, and added another detail: “He had a guitar bag slung over his shoulder. At the time, I assumed it carried his instrument, but…” Cravalho trailed off. You could easily guess the rest. You nodded to him, then at Hop, smiling slightly with a sense of slight triumph. “Thanks, little guy,” you said to the Dwarf. Hop gave a cheery mock-salute. You and Keala each returned the gesture, then exited the room, shutting the door behind you. “Well!” you said, clapping your hands together. “That cinches it.” “You know who’s behind this?” Mokulau checked. “I’m pretty sure, yep,” you nodded, then looked at Vil. “I’m afraid he’s one of your students.” Vil’s eyes widened, but only for a moment. “You don’t mean Taoka, do you?” he asked. “I’m afraid so. Do you know what his Unique Magic is like?” “I have not had a chance to experience it, no,” Vil answered, shaking his head. “I have. Or, at least, I think I have,” you said. “He’s the one who took the Lanternblossoms that Grim and I needed for our assignment with Professor Crewel. When he did, he lifted his hand, muttered some sort of spell…” “And let me guess,” interjected Mokulau, “There was a disorienting, golden flash of light?” “Just like the one that everybody got hit with when the trophy was stolen,” you confirmed.

“If it’s a signature spell, then there can be no doubt,” frowned Vil, clearly cross at the idea of one of his own Pomefiore dorm-mates being potentially responsible. “But we’re lacking the negligible item of evidence.” “He’s got a point,” Keala concurred. “Security checked all the dressing rooms, including his. They would have found it then, wouldn’t they have?” That was a good point, which you had no answer for. Mokulau scratched at his bear-like chest, then lifted a finger as he spoke up authoritatively. “The way it sounds to me,” he said, seriously, “There are three answers to this problem. The first is that our Stage Manager is either wrong or outright lying to us.” “I’m inclined to think they are correct,” Vil said, and gave you a supportive smile. “For all the faults the Prefect of Ramshackle has, I have no reason to doubt everything they’ve said as being as true and factual as they can manage.” You smiled gratefully. “I figured that,” nodded Maverick. “The second answer is that this Tapioca-” “Taoka,” corrected Vil. “-Whatever…the second answer is that he’s somehow managed to hide the trophy in his room, in a way security wouldn’t be able to uncover. I don’t think that’s true, either: if he’d used a cloaking spell, for example, they would’ve checked for it immediately.” “Then what’s the third option?” questioned Keala. “I think I can guess that,” you answered, and raised an eyebrow at the Royal Sword instructor. “It’s that he’s hidden the trophy - and maybe all the other things he’s presumably taken - somewhere offsite. Right?” “In the time before and after his performance, he could have had a chance to hide the instruments and all the rest,” reasoned Mokulau. “And in the confusion after he swiped the trophy, he might have been able to slip off to somewhere, provided it wasn’t very far away.” “There’s plenty of options,” said Vil, solemnly, a hand to his chin as he pondered things. “It would have been risky, but so was stealing everything to begin with. In the words of a famous writer, ‘once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’” “Okay, so…if he HAS done that,” Keala frowned, scratching his cheek, “Then where is this hiding spot?” Mokulau could only shrug. A smile came to your face. “Well,” you began to say, slyly, “Maybe we don’t know that…but there’s bound to be one person who does.” You then pointed to Maverick’s sunglasses. “Quick question…do you have spares of those?”

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“You remind me of the babe! What babe? Babe with the power! What power? Power of Voodoo! Who do? You do! Do what? Remind me of the babe…” Taoka Latronis laughed and sang as he lounged lazily in his dressing room, smiling up at the ceiling. He was feeling very pleased with himself. He spun around in his chair, grinning from ear to ear, looking for all the world like the cat who had caught the canary. He was still gayfully humming when a thumping knock came at the door. The smile was struck from his face. “What?” he called out, crossly, a slight sneer curling across his painted lips. His expression quickly changed, and he sat up straight in his chair, as the door opened to reveal a broad-shouldered, heavily-tattooed man with long, dark hair and a stubbly, strong chin, with a shark tooth necklace around his throat and sunglasses shrouding his hazel eyes. “Mr. Mokulau!” exclaimed Taoka, startled at the sight of the rock star judge and magic master. “This…th-this is unexpected…” “Heh. Don’t worry, I get that a lot. Not everybody expects me to be so perfect,” winked Maverick with a chuckle. Taoka gave a sort of tight smile in return. “Is there something you need?” Taoka asked. “Security already checked my room…is there any chance we’ll be allowed to leave soon?” “Actually, yeah, that’s what I was coming to tell you,” replied Mokulau, and jabbed a thumb back towards the open door as he stepped further into the room. “Security’s done checking around for now, they wanna clear all the contestants out. You’ll be free to go in just a few minutes. So, if you’ve got anything to pack up, better get to it.” “Thank you, sir. I’ll make sure to get ready in a moment,” Taoka said, then paused before hesitantly asking, “Do they know who might be responsible?” Mokulau paused before sighing and nodding, removing his sunglasses and tucking them into a pocket. “Honestly, I really shouldn’t be telling you this,” he said, and brushed some of his dark curls away from his face. “But they think it was a student from your school.” Taoka’s purple eyes widened. His smile flickered. “Do they now?” “Yeah,” nodded Mokulau, and paused a moment longer before continuing: “We can’t prove it, but we’re starting to suspect the Stage Management duo had something to do with it all.”

Taoka blinked. Three times. “Them?” he repeated, sounding almost bewildered. “They had access to every room,” replied Mokulau with a scowl. “And it seems kinda suspicious so many things would go missing on their watch. We’re not sure how they took that trophy, or if they had any help, but with all the mishaps during the contest as a whole, we’re pretty sure they had to know more than they’re telling.” Taoka looked askance, purple-hued brow knitted in thought. “You have a point,” he murmured, then a grin spread across his face, and he looked back up at the great musician. “Yes! It has to be them! We should have suspected it from the start.” “Psh. Tell me ‘bout it,” snorted Mokulau. “Your Housewarden is beside himself: the idea of a fellow NRC student being behind it all, somebody he personally asked for help…” “Eh. I imagine the dorm leader will get over it,” shrugged Taoka with a smirk. “Guess we shouldn’t have trusted a person from a world with no magic, huh?” “Looks like it,” Mokulau replied, and chuckled to himself: “At least they didn’t get my real pick out of the deal.” Taoka’s grin vanished instantly. “Huh? What…what do you mean the real pick?” he asked. “Oh, well, obviously I didn’t ACTUALLY put the REAL guitar pick I used in my first concerts on the trophy,” said Maverick with a smile. “It’s precious to me: something like that isn’t something I would just get rid of.” “I see,” Taoka said, and cocked his head. “So, uh…if it’s not prying too much, where DO you keep the real one?” Maverick smirked. He looked around, as if to make sure nobody was watching…then winked and patted one of his pockets. “You…you have it here? With you?” gasped Taoka, seemingly stunned. “Well, duh! It’s my lucky pick!” laughed Mokulau. “Every guitarist worth their salt carries one, kid. If you’re gonna be one, you better find your own soon.” Taoka grimaced and looked away again. “Yeah. If,” he muttered.

“Hey, don’t sweat it,” smiled the large man, with a kinder sort of expression. “I know we were pretty rough on you out there today, but you’ve got passion, kid. That’ll take you far, if you keep it up.” “I somehow doubt that,” whispered Taoka to himself. Maverick looked the young Night Raven student up and down…then stepped closer and reassuringly placed one huge, heavy hand on the young man’s shoulders. Taoka looked up, seemingly surprised. “When I got started, I was totally on my own, kid,” said Mokulau. “It took a lotta work and a lotta faith to get to my level now. I know it sounds cliche, but trust me, those two things can do a lot for ya if you let them. Don’t ever forget: as handsome as I may be, it’s not really about what’s out here…” He lightly pinched Taoka’s golden jacket indicatively…then lowered his hand and tapped a finger to the youth’s chest. “...It’s what in there that’s gonna matter most.” Taoka let out a sarcastic sort of chuckle and brushed the teacher’s hand away. “That’s a nice sentiment, sir, but you of all people should know: a golden heart isn’t gonna matter when you’re totally invisible.” Maverick frowned again, now a bit bemused. He tilted his head. “What makes you say that?” he asked, quietly, then a bit louder: “Have we met before?” Taoka’s expression was unreadable. His ungloved hand quietly clutched the other appendage in an absent-minded way. All he said in reply was a thoroughly emotionless: “Yes. We have.” Mokulau looked as if he wanted to ask something else…but at that moment, a new voice intervened… “Ahem! Mr. Mokulau?” Maverick turned around to see Vil Schoenheit standing in the doorway to the room. “What’s up?” he asked. “Your students - Neige and Mr. Cravalho, that is - want to talk to you.” “Thanks,” grunted Maverick Mokulau, and turned back around to smile at Taoka once more. He pulled out his shades and flipped them back into place over his eyes. “See ya later, kid.” “Maybe so,” Taoka answered in a slippery sort of way. Maverick grinned and clicked a finger-gun gesture towards the young man, then followed Vil out of the room. The moment he was gone, Taoka’s sly expression changed to a truly evil grin. He looked down towards his hands. He opened his gloved palm…revealing a small, bone-white guitar pick in his hand. “Gotcha,” he cackled to himself under his breath, then tucked the pick hastily into his own pocket before hurriedly tidying up his room. Once it was all clean, he slung his guitar over his shoulder. He was still laughing as he left the dressing room.

As far as he could tell...he'd won.

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Taoka took one of the sideways passages out of the auditorium, thus allowing him to slip by most anyone who might have spotted his departure. He did not head towards Night Raven straightaway. Instead, the spiky-haired young sneakthief blazed a trail towards the edge of the dense forest. His pace was deliberate, his demeanor sharp and direct; he knew exactly where he was going. No sooner had the youth’s golden coat vanished into the undergrowth, than he removed the pick from his pocket. A devious smile - which showed off each of his slightly-too-long teeth - split his face as he crept through the shadows of the trees in a Northwesterly direction. He had only gone some forty yards or so before he spotted a destination: a small, empty cave, half-hidden by brambles. Sniggering at his deceit, he hopped, skipped, and jumped over the brambles and scuttled into the cave, like a spider quickly creeping back into its den…or a crab, burrowing into a hiding spot. Inside the cavern, he paused a little ways away from the entrance: the cave was wide and round, with  a ceiling that was about as low as a typical room in a typical house. No animals lived here, which made it an admirable hiding place…for the instruments, the microphones, and all the other bits and pieces of necessary hardware the contestants of the Triple-S concert competition required for their performances. Pilfering the items had been shockingly simple; sneaking them out when nobody would notice was only somewhat more difficult. Taoka chuckled as he approached the prize of his little hoard: a familiar silver trophy, topped with an ivory guitar pick. “Figuring out how to get you all out of here again is gonna be a bit of a problem,” mumbled Taoka…then smirked and shrugged. “Ah, well. Maybe I’ll just sell the stuff that’s worth something, leave the rest behind.” He knelt down beside the trophy with an evil smile. “You, however…you I’m gonna treasure. You and the REAL pick,” he chuckled, lifting up the bone-white guitar strummer in his hands indicatively… …And the moment he did, his smile faded. A look of confusion filled the glammed-up guitar player’s eyes. Something wasn’t right. The pick on the trophy had a familiar hook shape in its center; this was to be expected. The symbol was Mokulau’s logo, and his first pick had been etched with the design early on. That was as good as a signature or fingerprint of authenticity. But the pick Taoka now held…well, it was the same exact color, and the same exact shape and size…but it had no visible markings on it at all. “Wait a minute,” murmured Taoka, and scratched the surface…then sighed as the paint scraped, and a different color - a plain gray - showed underneath. “Oh, I see. He’s taken a cheap pick, and painted it in the same color as the one on the trophy…” Taoka’s look of petulant dissatisfaction abruptly changed to one of apprehension and alarm. “...As a diversion?” “More like bait.”

Taoka leapt to his feet and swung around with a snarl. He glared as he saw you standing at the entrance to the cave. Vil and Mokulau stood just a short distance behind you. As the three of you entered, the young man moved into a guarded position, flinging the cheap pick aside. “You followed me!” he accused. “Guilty as charged,” you chuckled. “It wasn’t too hard. We knew you couldn’t have brought them all the way back to the school, and there was nowhere in the town that seemed likely. We just didn’t know where to look. I figured if we dangled something shiny in front of your face, so to speak, you’d just HAVE to take it.” “You’ve disgraced my dorm, Latronis,” glared Vil. “I hope you realize punishment is well overdue.” “Oh, please, don’t insult me,” snorted Taoka coldly. “Or do we have to forget somebody else cheated much more dangerously at a certain other competition?” Vil glowered and said nothing. Sensing trouble, you subtly stepped to block him and Taoka’s path to each other. Vil noticed, smiled, and lightly placed a hand on your shoulder. He mumbled something under his breath, but only you heard it, and gave him a small smile in return. “Keala!” Mokulau called back over his shoulder. “We’ve found him.” Moments later, Keala joined the group. He looked almost hurt when he saw the trophy behind the glitzy scoundrel. “So you DO have it!” he exclaimed. “Give it back!” Taoka glared. “Why should I?” he hissed. “How about because we’ll pummel you if you don’t?” growled Maverick. “A student attacked by a teacher? I think that would get you in a great deal of trouble,” crooned Taoka. “You’re no student of mine,” said Mokulau coldly.

“Oh, that’s where you are wrong,” smirked Taoka, and straightened his stance, showing off his flashy outfit. “See, you’re the one I have to give credit for who I am today: watching you, I learned the only way a person is gonna stand out is if you make yourself bigger, shinier, and all around better than anybody around you. And it doesn’t matter who you step on to get there, or who gets left behind in the process!” “But that trophy wasn’t yours to take!” Keala protested. “What good does it do you to have it now? You can’t show it off, you can’t claim you won! What does it matter?!” “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” sniffed Taoka. “Well, I’m making it my business!” Keala snapped, taking an aggressive stance of his own. “I worked too hard to make my grandma proud-” “Between us, babe, I’m getting a little tired of hearin’ about your grandma,” interrupted Taoka. “I don’t care who ‘deserves’ this or not, it’s MINE! I’VE claimed it! AND I AM NOT LOSIN’ MY TREASURE NOW!” So saying, Taoka Latronis thrust out one hand. You heard him start to utter a familiar incantation… “NOW!” you shouted, and at almost the exact same time, Taoka finished the spell with three bellowed words… “Time to shine!” ZAM! A blinding flash of golden light shined and glittered through the whole small cave of loot. Taoka grinned and picked up the trophy, then made a dash to run past all of you and out the cavern mouth… …Only for an arm like a steel band - Vil’s - to suddenly swing out and smash into his abdomen. With a wheezing grunt, he staggered back, his gloved hand on his diaphragm, the other still holding the trophy tightly. He coughed twice and looked up…then gulped at what he saw. “Oh, come on!” he almost whined. “That’s STUPIDLY unfair!” All four of you wore matching, mischievous smiles…and sunglasses.

“Extra protected,” Mokulau boasted, adjusting his pair. “Not even your sparkle can beat these babies.” “Give us the trophy, Taoka!” Vil demanded, marching forward and stretching out one arm sharply, as if ordering a dog to drop a bone. “Don’t make this harder for yourself.” Taoka just scoffed. He removed his guitar, propping it up against one of the cave walls, and moved into an action-ready posture. “You’ll have to turn the world upside-down before I let you take this from me,” he responded icily. So saying, the young man reached into his pocket, and pulled out his Magic Pen. With a swish and a flick, he summoned a pillar of water, which blasted Vil backwards and sent him sprawling onto the cave floor. The other three of you hurried to his side. “You okay?” you asked, worriedly. “No,” Vil said, through a face full of dripping makeup. “I’m soaked.” You smirked. “THERE HE GOES!” Keala’s shout alerted all of you. You looked up; through the tint of your sunglasses, you saw Taoka finally use the distraction he’d sought for to flee, as he darted from the cave and out into the woods. “We can’t let him get away!” yelled Mokulau. “Come on!” You didn’t have to be told twice. You helped Vil to his feet, and all four of you charged out of the cave and after Taoka Latronis.

To Be Concluded in Part 4...

[threadsun]

Okay, so listen. Most of the time when I see your responses, I’ll usually read all the way through and then type a reply after. That freaking FIRST PARAGRAPH took me out for a solid 10 minutes before I could I even REGISTER the rest that you wrote. And even after that, every time I look back at it so I can make sure I’m responding properly, my head just swoops to the side. Look, I can say the word horny okay, I’m just following Jack’s example by using innuendos instead 😂 But I know cursing doesn’t really come out until I’m deep in it. Being called shy is definitely a first for me though since I’m usually a chatty cathy, ESPECIALLY when I’m horny (my dirty talk gets FILTHY), but like, when I turn into a babbling mess of curse words and loud mewls is when you REALLY know you’ve got me GOOD. Freaking got compared to princess peach with how I sound at those moments 😂 At the same time, they gave up on domming me because I was too stubborn. You’re gonna have to try harder than that for me to give in though! Gotta work for it if you want me begging and pleading for you~

(*COUGHdidn’texpecttogetreadsoeasilythoughCOUGH*)

Growing Ian’s confidence and self esteem in all aspects including sex would be so wholesome. Definitely a part of the whole forgiveness for yourself as you do for others. If the issue is a repeated offense, then back away, but giving someone a chance if it’s only happened once should be accepted instead of demonizing a person. The self deprecation and the feeling undeserving can definitely hurt both parties involved unintentionally, so being able to navigate away from it and instead use more positive language and feelings helps. I know sometimes people can step away from being more affectionate or feeling loved because of repetitive negative reactions to said affection, so to be able to heal themselves to be as affectionate as they were is truly an amazing thing to witness. To go along with uniform kink…Fireman Joesph? Marine Joesph? HOOTERS BOOTY SHORTS AND CROP TOP JOESPH??? About to play dress up with this man, I swear 😂 But YES TO EVERYTHING ABOUT OUTLAW JOESPH! Just seeing him whip his chair in front of your cell to straddle it, a knowing smirk on his face as he shifts his jaw to lazily bounce the cigar between his lips. Placing his chin on his crossed arms while looking you over. “So I’ve heard that yer known for domming all sorts of folks around these parts.” He leans himself forward, the chair creaking under the pressure of only having two legs to support his weight instead of four. The embers in his cigar burn bright as he inhales deeply, letting a plume of smoke envelop the air around you both. The corner of his mouth draws higher, “Care to demonstrate for me darlin’?” He pulls the cigar from his lips and blows a small ring in your direction. “Or am I gonna have to lasso you over to my side until you agree~?” I don’t know much about smoking kinks since my asthma is like NOT TODAY, but I hope I typed that okay! Freaking love outlaw Joesph man 😂

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Vocal subs are adorable! They can't lie to you about whether or not something feels good because they can't help but moan when it does~ It sounds like you just need a more experienced dom to get their hands on you. If one little paragraph got you that flustered, then I don't think I'd need more than a few sentences in person to get you nice and obedient. But I know why people brat, they want nothing more than to be put in their place, manhandled, punished. So I'd let you keep pushing and teasing and thinking you're winning, all so I can give you what you really want. I'd let you feel all smug and victorious before I put you back in your place~

Ian has so many issues and I just wanna cradle him and fix them all for him tbh!!! I have my own personal theory about why he cheated, but I definitely don't think it's something he'd do again (or something he would've done in the first place if he hadn't somehow been convinced it was the right thing to do in the moment). But it'll still take his partner time to be able to open up like that again and be fully affectionate with him. They'll need to heal together, and I think once they do it'll be very cathartic for everyone involved.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO you CANNOT just casually bring up the idea of fireman Joseph to me I'm soooooo weak for firefighters!!! Them and EMTs are 👀 Army uniforms are sexy, but I fundamentally object to the army so like... same with cops, unless you're wearing the uniform for kinky reasons, I can't get behind it. BUT stripper Joseph wearing a cop and/or military uniform... THAT I can get behind

But now I'm SOOOOOOO tempted to write something self indulgent with Zander getting captured by Outlaw Joseph 👀 he's so hot!!! And I feel like as an outlaw he'd be able to lean more into the switchy side of himself which would be so fun~ He'd still love to get dommed though, riding him while wearing his hat would Do Things for him >:3c

[cumbunnywitch]

It made me cry kind of recently so I'm gonna post it on tumblr now that I've had some time to process it (for the umpteenth time).

When I was young, around 14 or so, I was just kind of figuring out my life. Finding out I was trans, or even egged, or even kinky, was going to be another few years away (btw shoutout to @adamwitt for your help there, fucking nerd.)

Well, I decided a few things about my bodily autonomy and started growing my hair out, grooming myself a bit better, just generally trying to feel good about my body. I was developing some other stuff, and the way I looked didn't fit the way I wanted to look, and I wasn't really quite sure why. I did know, however, that I wanted longer hair. Nothing extreme, should length was fine enough for me.

Well, my dad made fun of me for it. A lot. Not just like "oh lookin' shaggy there kiddo" but full on "You're starting to look like a fag, get your hair cut or I'll shave it off." kind of shit. It was intense. This went on for a few months at first, and then I joined the swim team in high school.

As a 14 year old boy in high school, I got bullied a bit, as I'm sure we all did. But my hair really wasn't much of a concern for anyone. The worst I got was being called Eric Foreman (from That 70's Show). No one called me a fag or queer or a homo because of my hair.

Not until my dad did. At a swimming meet. In front of my team. After I won. His congratulations turned sour immediately after he said "well now that you're winning, you gonna cut some time by shaving your head? I'm telling you, it makes you look like a sissy."

This was not the end. Now my team was doing it. They'd bring in their dad's clippers and offer to shave my head, or they'd make comments in the showers, and it was pretty terrible. I eventually quit the team when it didn't stop in the middle of my second season.

That first year though, right before some big tournament, my dad picked me up from school. This didn't happen very often, and he said we were going to McDonald's or Coldstone or some such place, as a treat. We weren't. We went to one of those sports-themed barbershops, the ones where they hire attractive women like they were the hooters of hair cuttery.

Luckily for me, the lady who ended up cutting my hair either knew what was up when she saw my sobbing quietly in her chair, or had read the FUCKING GENEVA CONVENTION (seriously, cutting the hair of prisoners is an actual war crime, look it up), and decided to help me pull one over on my old man.

She asked if she could even out my hair, make it look a bit more presentable, and even help me figure out how to style it a bit better. Now this is mid-aughties money, but it was still like a $30 wash, trim, style. Then, just to add a pickle on top of his shit sundae of a comeback, she convinced my dad to buy me some nice Tea Tree oil shampoo and conditioner. The really nice shit, I think it was Paul Mitchell brand? Shit was like $25 per bottle, and she suckered his ass into one each because it would help get rid of the chlorine from all the pool water.

This lady was my hero for an hour. I was still sad, still unhappy with what my dad tried to do to me. Maybe it's not as bad as getting beaten or having him pull out the clippers and hold me down, but it was still a betrayal of trust, not 2 years after my parents had divorced and sent me and my sister down diverging paths of emotional hell and mental anguish.

He doesn't remember anymore. Maybe he remembers that he tried and we pulled one over on him, but he doesn't remember how angry he was when we got in the car. He doesn't remember how hurt I was when he dragged me in. He doesn't remember trying to bribe the hair stylist with $40 to make sure I walked out with a "respectable hair cut." But it's been 15 or 16 years now. He's old.

He's softer too now. He treats me like a daughter. Sometimes the meds he's on make him seem not all there and he forgets, but I've seen him shake the fog away and remind himself, and call me Ashley like I want. We still talk about cars and planes and guns and the cool shit I liked back then that I still like now.

I haven't asked him to apologize about how he acted back then. He did that by being less of a piece of shit in his old age. But at the same time, I won't forgive him his past, because it was a defining traumatic moment in my life. I'll never forget it. And when he finally kicks the bucket, I'll let that memory fade into obscurity, remembered only by me as something that hurt and shaped me into who I am today. It's weird to say it made me a better person, but it did.

So I guess.. Thanks dad, you fucking asshole. I still love you.