#in the old games he seems to bring up skin stuff a lot

[gifti3]

is asmo the only person in the game with skin issues??

is he just unlucky or is everyone else in the game not as obsessed over super clear skin and dont worry too much when acne happens?

[warping-realities]

Parental Pressure 

Eddie watched the personal trainer's video for the thousandth time as he was getting closer to the little gym for his first class. He had snuck out of his house super early and quietly because he knew Nick, his old man, wouldn’t approve of his son wasting time on this kinda stuff. He became a single father really young, back in high school, and now, at 35, he did everything he could to make sure his kid didn’t follow the same path. Becoming a doctor was Nicholas Rousseau’s biggest dream, but early fatherhood messed up his chance to hit the books at college. Not that he blamed Eddie for it; on the contrary, they usually had a solid relationship, except when Eddie strayed from the plans his dad laid out for his future. If Nick couldn’t get into med school, Eddie sure as hell would, whether he liked it or not. And now, with less than a month before college kicked off, Eddie was having doubts about the path laid out for him. So, in a rebellious move, after getting an invite to check out Rocco “Rocky” Mancini's gym, an Italian bodybuilder who moved to the States, now retired and not exactly a big name in the game, who a few years back started hustling as a personal trainer and, according to the promo video on Eddie's Instagram, was looking for young men to boost his portfolio. It looked like that gig wasn’t going great either. The first person to sign up would get a month of free daily training. Perfect for Eddie; after all, a month of training with an expert before college would make things way easier when he had to hit the gym away from his overprotective dad’s watchful eye. Surprisingly he was the first one to sign up! And so, the young  skinny man, with light brown hair found himself stepping into the dimly lit gym at 6 AM.

As he stood frozen at the door, anxiety washing over him, a monstrous figure approached, strutting with swagger, muscles bulging looking like they might burst from the thin layer of skin wrapping them. With a fuller beard and looking at least five years older than in the video Eddie had seen over and over, the guy oozed confidence and a certain arrogance. But those weren’t the only things he was giving off, as it became clear to Eddie when the dude came up to him with a sweaty hand extended to shake, a distinct animal musk dominating his senses.

“You must be Eddie! Nice to meet ya, kid; I’m Rocco, but you can call me Rocky—everyone does. Welcome to my little temple. So, you ever trained before?”

“Ahn, no... I wanted to, but my dad... no, I’ve never trained.”

“Feeling a little bit of Daddy Issues here? Just kidding, son! Where’s your workout gear?”

“I thought, since it’s the first day... I... didn’t bring any...”

“Damn, son, you weren’t kidding when you said you’ve never trained; you don’t have a clue! But don’t sweat it, we’ll fix that! You can wear the shirt; I’ll get you some shorts.”

“I... don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Son, you came here to train, and train is what you’re gonna do. I don’t know what your pops taught you but it looks like you got a lot to learn from me. First thing, you gotta be more assertive—don’t be scared to say what you think or do what you like.”

Hearing that, Eddie felt something shift inside him; the fear and anxiety that had been eating at him for weeks seemed to fade away. He wanted to be there, and nobody was gonna take that away from him, not even his old man.

After hitting the locker room and putting on the shorts Rocco lent him, which were way too big in the legs but surprisingly just right in the waist, Eddie went back to the main room where the personal trainer was waiting for him.

“We gotta fill those shorts, son!”

“That’s why I’m here, Mr. Mancini.”

“Hell yeah! That’s the spirit but none of this Mr. Mancini nonsense; you either call me Rocky or coach.”

“Yes, sir, coach!”

“That’s right! Now, back to our chat, you said you’ve been training for a while, but how long is a while, son?”

That info was totally wrong; he’d never trained, right? But why did he have fuzzy memories of sneaking out to hit the school gym before class during his senior year? If he hadn’t trained, where did those small but tight muscles come from?

“I’ve been training for almost a year, coach, but I don’t think I’ve seen much result.”

“Two more things to teach you, son: first, we’re never happy with the size we are, and second, even so, you’re never gonna downplay your achievements; you’ve done something that most people can’t even pull off. Be proud of that.”

“I... I’m proud, yeah!” he replied, realizing the coach was speaking the truth. He had a lot of pride in what he accomplished, even though he knew he was still far from where he wanted to be.

“Awesome! Now you’re talking like a real champ. But enough chit-chat, let’s see what you’re made of.” Rocco said before putting Eddie through the most grueling workout he’d ever experienced. His self-taught training hadn’t prepared him for this level of exhaustion. After half an hour of intense agony, they took a break, and Eddie tried to recover before what he knew would be another half hour of torture as Rocco praised him.

“Damn, son, all that fuss you had with your pops to come train with me in your junior year was worth it. You’re huge; another minute and that shirt ain’t gonna hold!”

Still exhausted from the workout, Eddie took a moment to wrap his head around what the trainer had said. A fight with his dad...? And training here for at least three years...? No... it didn’t make sense... but then he saw his own reflection in the gym mirror, and he was... fucking swole! And that... that wasn’t just possible; it was thanks to the time he’d spent caring for his body all this while, even with his dad breathing down his neck.

“Thanks, Coach, but I’m still not anywhere near where I wanna be!”

“Well, if you get closer, this shirt definitely isn’t gonna hold. I’ll grab you one of mine, or you can train shirtless until the other clients show up, son. In the meantime, figure out how to get that thing off, but I doubt it’s coming off without tearing. Maybe you should film a video for your social media; I bet your followers will go wild!”

“Haha, I don’t think that they will care, and I feel kinda uncomfortable putting myself out there. So I’ll take the shirt.” Eddie replied as the coach returned with an enormous shirt in hand and offered it to him.

“Son, there’s no reason to be shy about showing off; you sculpted that body for a reason. Don’t tell me that’s another one of your dad’s ideas? You never cared much about what he thinks, and I’ve known you since you were a little brat, fourteen years old, showing up on opening day to get an autograph!”

Once again, Eddie felt something shift inside him; the cordial relationship he had with his overly protective dad was turning into a conflictual one, with both of them constantly arguing about the expectations they had for Eddie’s future, which drove him to practically live at Rocco’s gym, where he helped with maintenance or took care of the place to keep training without having to pay.

“You’re right, as always, Rocky; it’s just that, I dunno... I think this crowd that needs to post everything they do is kinda empty and vain.”

“Son if you don’t show off your gains, you won’t grow your followers, and so what if it seems kinda empty? What matters is being seen. And nobody builds a body like yours without a bit of vanity. I’ll let you keep training; I’ve got a client in twenty minutes. If you need me for anything, just holler.”

“Rocky, I can train better than a lot of pro bodybuilders, man! You know that!”

“Son there’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance! You can strut around all you want with your followers, but don’t come at me with that!” Rocky shot back, though he couldn’t hide a smile of approval.

As the trainer moved away to organize things for his client, Eddie focused on finishing his remaining exercises. Kicking off his sneakers and heading to the squat rack barefoot, he stacked plate after plate until he formed a sizable pile that would surprise anyone. But the truth was, despite the insane weight, it was relatively easy for Eddie. Next, he hit the leg press and finished with deadlifts using a bar that weighed more than a baby rhino. When he sat down to do his last exercise of the day, calves, a distinct funk emanated from his armpits, but mainly from his giant size 14 bare feet. Looking at himself and feeling pumped, he couldn’t resist pulling out his phone to shoot a TikTok video. He was in the middle of recording when Rocky interrupted him.

“Damn, kid, you reek! No offense, we all have a little man funk; I know how it is, but clients are gonna start showing up, so take a shower and let’s get to work.”

“Damn, coach, sometimes you’re worse than my dad.” The kid replied, stopping the recording.

“I am your father, boy!” The older man shot back with a sinister grin and a predatory look at the younger man before continuing. “And if you really wanna please your fans, be a show-off; don’t hide your assets, son; show off that chest and those abs, but hurry up, ‘cause this place is gonna be packed soon. We’re not the biggest gym in town by luck, Wardo. This young stud pose might please your fans, but the morning ladies prefer when you play the part of the innocent bambino.”

This time, the wave of strangeness hit Eddie so hard that he felt dizzy and nauseous, exacerbated by the potent funk he was putting off. And for the first time since he stepped foot in that gym, he fully realized what was going down as he automatically took off his shirt and walked toward one of the gym mirrors, a gym which seemed to expand with every step he took, turning from a small studio into a gigantic complex. As his skin took on an olive tone and his dark brown hair curled into perfect black curls, while his nose turned aquiline like a Roman emperor from antiquity, Eddie struggled within his own mind while Edoardo Mancini took control. If someone could hear the debate between the two, it would sound something like:

“Dude, I am... no, we are what you’ve always wanted to be! Pops gave you this chance; why not embrace it?”

“’Cause I... I’m going to med school...”

“You never wanted that; we never wanted that; that was Nicholas’s thing, not ours. This is our chance to be whoever we wanna be!”

“No... we are what Rocco made us; we’re just trading one controlling dad for another!”

“Not even close, dude! We chose this path; he didn’t pressure us! We followed him out of admiration, and that boosted both his success and ours; we’re legends in the fitness world!”

“Rocco was a mediocre pro... he’s using us for leverage!”

“And what’s wrong with that? We’re getting something out of it too! And how is that different from Nicholas pressuring you?”

“I... I... don’t know...”

“Dude, if you didn’t want this, I wouldn’t be here. Chill and enjoy; besides, Pops already got what he wanted from us. He’s not gonna pressure us to follow in his footsteps. We can be whatever we want: bodybuilders like him, or fitness models, or even kickstart an acting career; and I’m not even talking about porn, even though this big guy between our legs would be a hit. Just accept it.” Wardo said, stroking the giant cock in his mind and in real life.

“I... I... damn... this feels so... fucking... good!”

“Wardo! Wrap it up, kid, and stop playing with that thing; we got a new client coming.” Rocco scolded his son.

“Damn, Pops, another ruined video!”

“You weren’t gonna post that, kid; you wanna get banned from social media?”

“I was just messing around...”

“Kid... you’ve got five minutes to take a shower and get your ass to the front desk.”

“Okay, Dad! Did you hear that, folks? The great Rocco Mancini has spoken, and the good son obeys! I’ll be back with updates soon.” The young man said before stopping the recording.

“I’ll edit it so nothing racy gets out; don’t worry, Dad!”

“Five minutes and counting!” Rocco replied with fake irritation, but in reality, he was puffed up with pride for his son as he headed for the reception, spotting a man in his mid-thirties, wearing glasses and an outfit that screamed he’d never set foot in a gym in his life.

“Good morning, sir; welcome to Rocky's Gym; I’m Rocky Mancini, the owner and head coach. Are you looking for something?”

“Good morning, I’m Nick Rousseau, and I’m actually looking for my son; his phone tracker showed he was here just a few minutes ago before it suddenly stopped working.”

“Tracker? Isn’t that a bit much? Anyway, how old is he and what’s he like? We haven’t had anyone too young around here today, except for my own kid, but if I can help you out…”

“I... I don’t know...”

“You don’t know? What kinda dad doesn’t know how to describe his own kid?”

“I... I...” Nicholas replied, his voice filled with genuine desperation, which made Rocco feel a bit of sympathy, but not enough to stop him from making the next call.

“Hey, Wardo... Wardo!!! Damn kid never listens! Edoardo Mancini!!!!” Rocky yelled while watching Nicholas slightly tremble at the sound of that name.

“What’s up, Pops? I’ll get ready in a sec.” The handsome young man replied as he prepared to flex the powerful muscles that no kid his age could get without maximum dedication, watched by his dad and the other boy.

“Not that, you insubordinate ragazzo! This guy’s looking for his son; has anyone younger shown up today?”

“Nope!” He replied, giving Nicholas a quick glance over the shades he was wearing just for style before turning around and finally heading to the locker room.

“Sorry about that, teenage boys; you know how they are.” Rocco said, smiling at the other man.

“I... know?”

“Didn’t you come looking for your son?”

“Son?? Son... no... I don’t have kids... do I?” Nicholas replied, looking both confused and desperate.

“Are you feeling alright? I’m no doc, but I can try to help.”

“Doc... doctor? No... no need... I’m a doctor.” Nicholas replied with more confidence.

“Seriously? That’s awesome! Doctors are always good clients; they know how to take care of themselves.”

“Client?”

“You didn’t come here to train? We’re in a gym, after all.”

“Of course... I came... to train. You come highly recommended.”

“Modesty aside, it’s because I’m the best. I normally don’t take new clients, but we could use a doctor to evaluate our clients, so we could do a trade; you wouldn’t happen to be a sports doc, would you?”

“No, I…”

“Awesome! Just what I needed! But I can tell you’re already in shape!” Rocco said, grinning. “Let me show you the gym. Normally, this would be Wardo’s job, but the kid’s been so focused on his influencer career that he’s slacking here... between us, I’d rather he be a bodybuilder like me, but I think a dad should respect his kid’s wishes; don’t you think?” Rocco asked, and without waiting for a reply, he continued. “Don’t you wanna have kids? Are you single or married? Dude, if you’re single, I gotta introduce you to my sister; no disrespect to her, ‘cause my mama raised me right, but between us, she’s a total smoke show...” And so he went on while Nicholas followed, not realizing that with every word spoken, his reality was adjusting to the other man’s desires.

Minutes later, Rocco stepped into the locker room bathroom and watched his son recording another video, already showered but still unable to shake off the musk that surrounded him, maybe because he was still wearing the same shorts from his workout. He admired his boy, feeling proud knowing all this was his hard work paying off.

When the young man finished recording, he turned to him.

“Wardo, finish getting dressed and come out here for a minute; I got a surprise for you.”

….

“Hey guys, Wardo Mancini here, and I’ve got some awesome news! You’re probably tired of seeing my pops in my videos, but today, besides him, I wanna introduce you to someone else.” He said, repositioning the camera in the packed gym.

“This handsome fella next to my dad is my doctor, Nic Russo, and on top of that, he’s my uncle, married to my dad’s sister. And now for the biggest news: he’s about to be a dad, and he asked me to be the godfather of his boy! Just think about the genetics of that kid with a dad like this and an uncle like my pops. My uncle says the kid can be whatever he wants, but we all know the iron bug is in our blood, and as far as his godfather is concerned, Rocky Russo is gonna be a champion bodybuilder!”

[nthspecialll]

The fandom glorifies Arthur Morgan

Now I am not talking about about low honor, I play high honor and got it as the top at the end of every damn playthrough but my Arthur, as it is the cannon Arthur, is not a good guy. I am not going to talk about all of the murder, robbing and stuff he does, because we are majorly aware of it, I am talking his sexism, casual ignorance and disrespecfulness.

I quite often see people say that Arthur Morgan is a woman lover, and he definitely is, he is better than a lot of men from that time (which isn't hard), but he would not hold up in modern times, because he is not from modern times.

Generally speaking, Arthur Morgan is a man who believes in gender roles, he believes in the idea of "a man being a man" and "a woman being a woman." He has opinions about what a woman should do and what a man should do.

I think the biggest hint at this is his relationship with Sadie, because while he accepts her running with the boys he doesn't seem entirely happy about it. "You got a pair of pants and all of a sudden you think you're Landon Ricketts?" "You want to ruuuunnnn with the men?" and also "can Ms Grimshaw spare you?" when the girls asks if they can come to Valentine with him.

Talking of that quest, when he runs off to get Jimmy Brooks he puts Uncle, a lazy old bastard, in charge of getting the girls home even though they are more than capable of doing it themselves as they are healthy young women who knows how to handle horses.

In several antagonize lines against women performers (which are just as cannon as his greet lines) he shouts things like "That isn't very ladylike!" or "Go back to the kitchen" and "go make someone supper."

People keep saying Arthur would "treat them right" and he would, to an extent, he would care for you, he would be nice to you, but he would force those gender roles. He does have a belief women are somehow "softer" and that he as a person with a provider gene should do more of the harsh work.

So now we covered that, lets talk about the racism, or as I probably should rather call it, ignorance, because it is very commonly know Arthur does not judge by the color of skin.

The first one is that Arthur uses the whites-only saloon in Rhodes. Tilly mentions it to Arthur that they don't allow people of color into it, and yet he still supports it, it isn't a big thing but it is something of notice.

Secondly, when he talks to Eagle Flies where he "sets him in his place" Arthur, honey, you are so wrong here. Eagle Flies is being chased by the government for the mere fact that he exists with a different culture, you are being chased because you murdered so many folks, you can run across the sea and live a good life, they are fucked regardless.

When we first arrive in Lemoyne, Lenny and Arthur talks about the Lemoyne Raiders about racism and Arthur says "These boys got a manner about them but I haven't particularly noticed," Arthur of course you wouldn't, you are a tall, muscular, white man with sun kissed hair and blue eyes, you are the poster boy for eugenics.

Lastly, which will also bring me to the third point, the casual disrespect:

Arthur causally calling Javier a slur on the boat for no reason, did you really need that one-liner so badly? That goes for a lot of times in the game such as: "are you secretly normal" "what a lunatic" "we should find a better story for that scar" "But you continue to irritate me, I will kill you and make my appologies to the lady" "stick around and you might die for her as well" "oh I didn't know I was talking to a lady." All those were a slight bit disrespectful, enough to be able to annoy the majority of us if he said it to us, and they were also unnecessary.

He is also canonically chronically late, most notably we can hear Sean saying "that man will be late to his own funeral," and when you go around antagonizing characters in camp they are not surprised at all, rather they go "back at it again huh?"

All of this is just to sum up, Arthur is a pretty bad man (also counting in all the illegal stuff) and we tend to glorify him and forget some of these things, partly is also because Rockstar are amazing at hiding them, at making them seem natural, and they are because this is a historically accurate game! It is set in 1899 and this is a man from 1899 he is going to be casually sexist and disrespectful, and again, considering that he is from 1899 he is a decent guy because the majority of folk would be like Micah, not Arthur.

I definitely love Arthur, and I love Arthur exactly because the point of his character is him not being a saint but a human. His redemption is choosing to do good where he can, but even so, this is a man in 1899 and he is going to have a 1899 mindset. If you want to play a game that is set in the past but don't have that type of accuracy it is not Red Dead you want to play.

Also here is an Arthur pic as a thank you for reading all of that. I love him.

[hauntedtrait]

🐴Once Upon A Time In Chestnut Ridge: A Bachelor Challenge

Meet Dakota Blue Heron, Chestnut Ridge's most eligible bachelor!

Dakota is 29, stands 6'3 tall, living on Crow's Head ranch, primarily a horse ranch that is open for guests in the spring and summer months. The ranch is owned and operated by the Heron family, being passed down through generations for over a century. Kindly, Dakota's parents have allowed the ranch to be used this season, in hopes that the show's popularity will help bring in more guests and customers.

Dakota accepted the network's offer to be Bachelor in hopes of finding a life partner, having little time to meet new people in his regular life. Also because, in his words, "this seems fun!"

Here's a few things he wants potential contestants to know about him: he spends his days working in various different parts of the ranch (in the horse stalls and gardens especially), he grows most of his food and whatever he doesn't grow he sources from local and ethical producers, he loves being surrounded by people (especially those he holds dearly), occasionally hunts (deer and invasive species mostly). He speaks navajo, navajo sign language, english and spanish, and is a tribal member of the navajo nation. Dakota wants kids and is looking for a partner with similar desires to start a family.

Keep reading below for more info!

Likes: fellow animal enthusiasts, physical contact (his love language), his grandmother's cooking, gardening, spending his days outside, being with family, cinnamon, old hollywood films, people who are connected to their families or communities, fry bread

Dislikes: being cooped up inside, snow days, musical theater, cilantro (he's got the soap taste gene), sudden loud sounds, stand up comedy, cold showers, people who don't like getting dirty, cops, cigarette smoke

GUIDELINES:

8 contestants will be accepted

contestants should have at least 5 likes and/or dislikes

contestants have 15 skill points to distribute as they wish

contestants can have 3-5 traits, except for unflirty or romantic, do give them at least one negative trait, it's more fun that way

unfortunately, only human contestants for this one. YA and adult only, any amount of story/backstory, any aspiration except for romance related aspirations, any gender (pleaseeee give them pronouns). include all this information in your entry please.

any cc and outfits, though try to keep to 1 outfit per category. maxis match or maxis mix is fine EXCEPT for alpha hairs, no alpha hairs please.

Download can be private or public, up to you, BUT please include ALL cc in the download!

i own most of the packs except for some of the kits, but i do have the ‘kits made bgc’ so i can replace stuff if needed

i will be changing skin details and giving them more outfits, if you submit a sim you are consenting to have them be changed to fit my sim style. honestly i highly encourage everyone to use sliders and custom presets, i think sims look a lot better with those and i dont love how vanilla presets look tbh

if you do not have the horse ranch pack but would like for certain skills, traits or aspirations from the pack to be used on your sim, let me know and i will add it in game!

tag me in your posts and use the hashtag #chestnutbc

UPDATE:

NEW DEADLINE: AUGUST 14

PLEASE READ:

As stated previously, Dakota likesmasculine-leaning sims. No strict gender preference, but I am looking for masculine contestants. Be it women who are more butch, masc leaning non binary, cis or trans men on the masculine side of the spectrum. Dakota's type tends to be people with muscles, masculine-leaning, who look like they could pick him up and throw him around. Dad types are a plus too. He prefers people who aren't very skinny, who have some meat on their bones. Strong types, protective vibes, and obviously people who can and are willing to work on a farm and live and deal with animals every day, it's not easy work!

[gothicprep]

Does the “woke” critique ever really go beyond “this has gay people/poc/women in if they’re pushing their agenda” type stuff? Personally I don’t think I’ve heard “Mary sue” get used since Rey Starwars, everything I’ve seen lately is just foaming at the mouth when a story doesn’t exclusively center white men

there’s a version of the critique that’s just that, and there’s another version of it that’s something to the effect of “it seems like some writers use IP to tell a story *they* would like to tell, regardless of how it works in the IP”. the former one is just whiny. the second one, as far as I can tell, is probably a real critique, because i can think of examples of this being brought up where representation isn’t involved in ~the discourse~ around it at all.

this happened in like 2015 back when fallout 4 came out. if you don’t know anything about fallout, here’s the quick TL; DR. nuclear war happens. americans take shelter in vaults built by the vault-tec corporation. some of the vaults turn out to be weird social experiments set up to study human behavior. vault 95 was housed with only drug addicts and there were no drugs in the vault, except 5 years in, a massive stash of drugs would be revealed in a hidden location in the vault. the problem is that one of the logs the player can find is written by a delivery man where he says he’s delivering a shipment of jet, a fictional drug in the game that’s a weird cross between meth and jenkem, made from fumes of radiated cattle dung. but this was invented after the bombs dropped, so there was no way for a pre-war delivery man was bringing a shipment of it.

this is a problem that’s very easy to fix in a video game. just change the text in the next patch. instead, what happened was the guy who wrote that quest doubled down, and did it again when fans were pointing out the clear flaws in his logic. and the writer responded with “not interested in discussing how realistic things are in an alternate universe post-apoc game w/ talking mutants and ghouls.” and a lot of game and tech news sites backed him up on making fun of fans for daring to complain about lore inconsistencies.

and like, on some level, yeah. it’s just a story. maybe you shouldn’t take it too seriously. but part of the flip side of that is that if you stop taking it seriously, you stop consuming it. bethesda didn’t create fallout, they’re just it’s current owners. people working there might care about fallout to some extent, but when push comes to shove, they prioritize their own visions. and stuff like this is ultimately how they view it. if you’re a fan of fallout, it means something to you. that’s why you enjoy it. but to them it’s only a vehicle for their new story. if they can get away with not respecting old lore – not just to save face, but also because the old lore gets in the way of the story they want to tell – and they believe that you’ll continue consuming the product, what incentive do they have to respect the old lore.

and, how many times have you heard a story like this? how many tv shows? how many video games? how many movies has something equivalent has this happened to? people take these things seriously because they love them. when they see inconsistencies, they’re worried that the new stewards don’t actually care. and when those new stewards lash out like this, it just confirms to fans that these creatives only want to wear a skin suit of the thing that they love.

that’s the best steelman I have for that, anyway.

[the-case-book-of-fanfiction]

steve harrington hcs

he is a cuddler to the extreme. he likes to hold and to be held in his sleep

he loves loves loves pet names/nicknames. he has like thirty for you, and whenever you call him his actual name, he freaks out because he thinks he's done something wrong because you always have a pet name for him, too

don't make him choose between you or the kids, he'll have a mental breakdown

he loves to sing with reckless abandon, usually in the car or shower—somewhere you can hear him and join in

Steve pretends to be annoyed when you play with his hair because "you're gonna mess it up!" but he actually loves it, so your hands always end up in his hair when you're cuddling (and doing other things)

is capable of kissing away insecurity and doubt

always has an arm around either your waist or your shoulders

he practices speeches (like pre-game speeches and interviews) with you all the time

he loves cooking together

he loves nights in where you just watch sappy movies and cuddle together on the couch under a blanket (most of the time, the movie is paid no mind and you just make out for the duration of it)

if there's one thing Steve loves, it's being able to spoil you, and he will do so as much as he can

whenever he buys you jewelry, it always seems like he's more excited than you are, because you always make him put it on for you, and there's nothing Steve loves more than watching you watch him through a mirror as he clasps a necklace and brushes your hair out of the way before he kisses the back of your neck

he is so incredibly touchy, he always needs to hold you

expect to dance a lot, usually to some old fifties music in the kitchen, because he just loves that sappy, old romantic feel and he loves dancing with you

he likes to watch you when you go to the movies together, because he loves seeing your reactions and how engrossed you get (this gets better when he works at Family Video and brings home movies often)

absolutely adores if/when you wear summer dresses

will hold all of your stuff for you when you go shopping

buys huge bouquets of your favorite flower to spruce up both his home and yours

his kisses start very gentle and slowly become more demanding the longer you make out

likes to keep his hand on your ass, in your pocket whenever you wear jeans

(loves his ass being touched just as much)

keeps vinyls from your favorite bands next to his record player for you, and your tapes in his car

visits you at work and will bring you lunch all the time

loves being visited while he's working in return

he'll call you from work when he really misses you, especially if it's been a while since he's seen you

hates being apart from you for any length of time

really can't wait to get married and have a family and be together constantly

whenever you catch him staring at you, he's usually imagining what your future together looks like

he absolutely took you to go see Live Aid in Philadelphia in July 1985 (he'd planned it for months, he didn't care he was without a job after Starcourt, you were going to that concert)

he cried when Queen played during Live Aid. he won't admit it, but he did.

he also made Dustin record the whole thing on TV back home and he watches it all the time

Steve absolutely loves skin to skin contact, in any scenario: in bed, in the shower, just sitting on the couch, whatever

in the same vein, he loves to take baths together, the romantic and slow kind where he can sit you between his legs and against his chest and just hold you tight; if you light candles, chances are you’ll double the time you spend in the bath with him, his hands rubbing up and down your arms and your legs

he also loves being able to help you do things like washing your back and rubbing lotion/sunscreen into your back—anything you can’t reach, he will reach for you

Steve always asks you if he can give you a kiss before he does it, either verbally or through his eyes/body language

he loves to get ready together in the morning

he hates waking you up in the middle of the night with his nightmares and flashbacks, but loves when you cuddle him back to sleep (you can also play with his hair to get him back to sleep)

expect frequent date nights!!! fancy or simple, public or private, he likes being able to spend designated time with you (and to show you off, because Steve is a proud boyfriend)

he sings in the shower all the time, his favorites are Wouldn't It Be Nice (The Beatles), Hound Dog (Elvis Presley), and Always Something There to Remind Me (Naked Eyes)

he is so very needy and so touch-starved (sometimes he'll ask you to hang out with him for a few hours, to do something, just to sit and hold you for a while)

Steve is a damn good kisser.

speaking of kisses, he likes to be kissed randomly; a kiss given without reason is just more proof that you love him, and he loves that confirmation

he will either melt or lose his mind if you suck on his lower lip while making out. specifically his lower lip, for a noticeably long time. he can't explain it, it just does things to him that make him go feral for you

shower with him. showering is therapeutic for dear Stevie, and he never feels better than when you step in the shower with him after a long day and he can just be held by you

(you're the only one who can call him Stevie. Robin is on thin ice when she does)

Robin will randomly appear in Steve's house all the time; sometimes she acts as an alarm when Steve sleeps in a bit too long in the mornings, and if you've stayed the night she greets you nicely and calmly before she chews your boyfriend out for being late

if you wear Steve's clothes, he's gonna be very sappy and touchy for the rest of the day

if you wear his shirt to bed, he will be the most excited boy on earth (and his hands are likely going to end up going up his shirt to touch your skin, either your stomach or your chest, he doesn't care as long as he can touch)

if you wear his old letterman jacket with 'HARRINGTON' written across the back, he's gonna hang back and let you walk in front of him just so he can see you with his name on you; he likes that it makes people aware you're his, and he likes that it means you like being known as his and want to be his

when you guys go watch a movie with the group, expect the kids to yell at you for pda, because Steve likes to rest his head on your shoulder and hold your hand throughout the movie

likes extra long hugs, either just to hold or to fix a shitty day

in the morning, Steve likes to lay with one of you on top of the other; who it is changes morning by morning

you, Steve, and Robin will always sing along to the radio when you're in the car together, especially if the song is good

when he wakes up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, he will not talk about it until morning, no matter how bad it is, because talking about it during the night just drops him right back into it the moment he falls asleep

he's incredibly sleepy for the first half hour after he wakes up

he loves having breakfast together

when he's either drunk or sleepy, he'll talk to you for hours about the future he envisions with you, and he'll adjust that plan as he gets feedback from you

compliment him constantly. tell that boy he's pretty. give him flowers. tell him you like his outfit. he blushes every damn time and it never gets old

let him cry, and hug him when he does, lord knows he needs it

his room is covered in polaroids; some of you and him, some of just you, a ton of the kids, some that you have taken; they're all displayed proudly on his walls and on his desk

(the spicier ones are hidden in his desk) pt. 2 coming soon

[fruit-salad-ship]

Summertime in the Rome AU and Plum moves her household to her villa on the coast to escape the heat of the city?

It’s all good and well, the drive over is long and hot and uncomfortable, they’re all relieved to finally get out and stretch their legs, the villa is super open plan, lots of wind flowing through it thanks to the sea that cools them off from the city’s sweltering temperatures.

At first grey becomes aware that peach is uncomfortable with the water, he knows she can’t swim. They take trips down to the beach to relax, plum likes to get in the water, as does grey, trying to coax peach to come in, just a little. She tries, she really does, gets about ankle deep before something in her freezes up and backs up out of there fast. She doesn’t have this problem with rivers, why the ocean?

It bugs her the whole time, she’ll go off and sit by the water sometimes to try to figure out what stops her, finally digging up a few old memories that give her some clues.

One night with lots of wine, all three of them are sat down on the sands and it comes up, and turns out peach remembers how she was brought to Rome, shipped over, the smell of the sea seemed to bring it all back. They realise she’s dealing with some stuff, and so begins operation ‘build new better memories around the sea’.

By the end of the week they’ve got peach in tide pools looking at starfish. She’s able to appreciate the shells. Oh sweet gods above she loves the shells. Ends up with a whole buckets worth to take home, each unique and different.

It’s not easy, some days the waves are choppy and she just can’t stand it, but the cool air and good company keep her grounded.

Plums completely obsessed with the summer wear she’s been able to get peach in, that is a lot of skin, and she’s here for it. Grey quietly enjoying the same thing.

They get to play games and sunbathe, and grey teaches peach to fish, she kind of likes it! Plum…less so, but she can read in peace while the other two chatter away. Bonus, fish for the dinner table.

[thecheapsteaks]

CHEAPSTEAKS CONCERT REVIEW

Everyone is doing reviews of the media they got into, games, anime, and whatnot this year, so I’ve decided to do one of my own.  Except, to be a little different, I am going to give a review of the concerts I saw this year!   Just so I can be a little special and stand out.  After concerts were closed down through 2020 and most of 2021, it was good to go out and see lot of metal (while masked up, for responsible enjoyment).  I got to see some pretty killer shows, too!  So here we go, in order...

1:  Death Angel, Exodus, and Testament 

Three of the Bay Area’s finest thrash bands, together, of course I had to see them!  Death Angel always have a fun, riffy, and fast brand of thrash with a slight punkish edge that make them so fun to get into.  For Exodus, admittedly I am not as huge of a fan of them as a lot of others are, but they really got the crowd riled up.  Testament stole the show for me, of course.  Chuck Billy is a fun frontman and having Dave Lombardo there was legendary and meant they could bring out some nice hits from the past.  A hell of a show!

2:  Necrofire, Probot, Cradle of Filth, Danzig

When I saw this advertised as possibly Danzig’s last show I had to give this one a shot, even though I was well aware Glenn had fallen off the wagon, both in personality and in performance.  The openers were fun, with Probot bringing a high energy show and Cradle of Filth showing some great musicality.  Danzig riled up the fans well, who were there to see him, though I found his performance a bit lacking.  He tended to either stop singing into the mic or getting out of breath, which is a bit disappointing how I’ve seen other, even older musicians, show some amazing pipes.  Still, I can say I saw Danzig, at least???

3: Sourblood, Corrosive Vengence, Healing Magic, Warbringer, Max & Igor Cavalera

Another concert headlined by the old guards of metal.  Corrosive Vengence is a really fun local band, and Warbringer of course thrash like hell.  Max’s A game wasn’t quite there, but the crowd was still hyped to see him, and it was neat seeing him and his brother play some of their classic, thrashier hits, which they pulled off pretty well.

4:   Casteless, Split the Abyss, Shed the Skin, Oxygen Destroyer

Some smaller scale death and thrash bands in a smaller venue.  Pretty neat music wise, and a lot of local (or at least local to Ohio) bands.  Also Oxygen Destroyer does kickass Kaiju themed music and they have some sick shirts for merchandise.

5:  Icona Vera, Gudger, Wolftooth, Spirit Adrift, Crowbar

Crowbar are stoner legends and it was neat to see them, even if the show wasn’t super thrilling or exciting. Just a solid show.  Crowbar are tight.  Admittedly the doom/stoner side of music isn’t quite what I Go For, I prefer more speed/aggression, but everyone was a solid performer.

6:  Emo Phillips, “Weird Al” Yankovic

The Ill Advised Vanity Tour was amazing.  A lot of the weirder deep cuts as advertised, a more stripped down setting, and a few fun surprises.  Weird Al is just an astoundingly solid musician.

7:  Kill the Idealist, Inhuman Condition, Kataklysm, Deicide

Another show headlined by the old guard of metal.  Deicide put on a solid show, though I feel Glenn was going through the motions a bit.  They played their classic album Legion in whole, but there was not a lot of banter, and he seemed to rush through it like he wasn’t having a ton of fun.  Inhuman Condition and Kataklysm were fun bands, pretty intense stuff.  And I can’t say seeing Deicide was bad, considering they are a classic cornerstone of American death metal.

8:  Sohi, Probot, Nekrogoblikon

This tour was designed as an off shoot of the GWAR tour, which these bands opened for.  Original another band, Light the Torch, fronted by the former frontman of Killswitch Engage, was supposed to open, but due to transportation issues they sadly had to back out.  Probot and Nekrogoblikon, though, still made the trip well worth it.  Both bands put on amazing high energy shows, and Nekrogoblikon has a dancing goblin man to hype everyone up.  What more could you want?

9:  Day of the Sun, Corrosive Vengence, Narcotic Wasteland, Accept

Now THIS is an interesting tour combination.  A highly technical, showy death metal band opening for one of the original stalwarts that helped push metal to be heavier.  Both, however, ripped it up.  Narcotic Wasteland has some absurd talent, and Accept played all of my favorite classics, with cuts from all over their career.  A true best of, and damn, Mark is a good frontman.  So happy to see the legendary band from Germany in my area.

10:  Midnight, Kreator, Mercyful Fate

Speaking of absolute LEGENDS, we have Mercyful Fucking Fate, the great Satanic Rifflords and the King Diamond.  When I saw they were hitting up Cincinnati I had to camp the site to get a ticket, because I knew this was a show I could not miss.  Mercyful Fate haven’t been in America in years.  I had seen King Diamond play before Covid hit, and I had hoped I would see his other band, and my evil prayers were answered.  Midnight do a fine, punky and fast Venom inspired thrash metal. Kreator, of course, are also Metal Royalty who could lead a tour on their own with their energy and their thrash anthems.  But Mercyful Fate cannot be followed up.  The stage design was legendary, King Diamond runs a hell of a show and still hits all the notes, and the instrumentation was astounding.  They hit all the best.  I was so hyped to see this legend, and I’m glad I did.

11:  Cattle Decapitation, Obituary, Carcass, Amon Amarth

My last concert I saw this year.  I took a risk seeing it.  It was the Sunday after Thanksgiving and I had work the next day, so I’d be running on low sleep going in, but I went, and damn I’m glad I could.  Any of the openers could run a tour of their own.  In fact, they were all supremely tight, and having these more brutal death metal bands open for the arena filling anthemic Amon Amarth was an interesting choice, but the crowd approved.  I think the moshers were more wild for Carcass than Amon Amarth, but that makes sense.  Speaking of Carcass, they were the MVPs.  Their idiosyncratic mix of grind, death, and melodic metal is right up my alley. They had hits from their most recent, from their grind era, and even their Melodic masterpiece Heartwork.  They had a cool stage set up too, with TV monitors showing all sorts of gruesome images fitting for a band with such a morbid sense of humor.

Of course, Amon Amarth put on a hell of a show.  They had a stage with a flaming skull, viking longship, giants, a blow up serpent, and even a faux viking sword fight. They also hit some of my favorite faster songs (HELL YEAH SURTUR RISING) but also those anthemic, arena hyping songs.  They made everyone put their back into the oar and raise their horns.  A very tight band and of course, an act you can’t follow.

I hope I get to see even more shows next year.  I already have two lined up, with Queensryche (featuring shredbeast Marty Friedman!) and Morbid Angel (with shreadbeast band Revocation) in April, but I’m sure more wicked metal will pop up!  Remember, support your local acts, by merch, and keep it METAL.

[ccryptidccreek]

Yeah, I see where you're coming from lmao. From the outside, looking into the games, they just seem like different skins, especially if you have mostly the multiplayer mode as a reference.

But if you spend more time in it you see they do have different personalities, especially through dialogue and banter. Soap isn't the same as Gaz and Gaz isn't the same as Price.

Oh, but another aspect entirely is the backstories, mainly Ghost's. Holy shit you'd think it was written by a 13 year old on Deviantart going through some stuff because it's so over the top. It involves parental abuse, torture (shocker), being buried alive, and SA if you read the comics. And apart from adding depth to him and why he is like it is (like when talking about it, he explains it as if it were someone else that was there, who died) it gives you prime opportunities for writing the dynamics and stories the games don't give you in favor of action and bloodshed and "War is COOL kids!!!", because goddamn this fandom has a lot of insanely talented writers.

One of the favorite pieces of symbolism for him is that "Simon Riley died, Ghost was created" or some variation of it, and another character beng the one to bring Simon back into the light, be it Proce, Gaz, but overwhelmingly Soap.

In story mode, apart from the raging propaganda and war crimes, their interactions give those looking for it A LOT to work with, like if you don't defuse a bomb during the end(?), when Soap has already been shot, Ghost, instead of trying to help or something, kneels beside him and doesn't get up till ghe bimb explodes, and if it's defused, he stays kneeling beside his body till the cutscene ends.

I'll admit I'm biased since stories of healing and a character having his protective walls torn down by their soulmate is one of my favorites, but COME ON, Ghost is the only character in game to call him Johnny.

Their main attractive (for me) is their journey is healing, whether it's just one of them or both, and finding themselves again after the military tore their identity (cough cough Simon's) to shreds.

So, yeah.

Edit: Because I'm scared I'm coming off the wrong way, I'm no way, shape, or form trying to excuse CoD's propaganda or try to detract from it ny saying "Oh but these guys would be cute together right??" This is me encouraging hijacking a piece of honestly vile media that tries to make the army and its atrocities look good, and making it into something different while ideally critiquing it at the same time, though sadly not a lot of content in the fandom goes into that. I want to make the most of the best part the game has, the characters, who aren't made justice in favor of blood and gore, not defend the games and their message.

this graph from Jacob Geller's new video depicting the ratio of good characters torturing people on screen to bad characters torturing people on screen within the Call of Duty series is driving me crazy

[an-aussie-button-masher]

And So They Returned - Everything New in Risk of Rain Returns

   You’ve crash-landed on the hostile world of Petrichor V. Everything on the planet seems determined to kill you. Grab your ships’ cargo scattered across the planet for upgrades, fight for survival - and die a lot. If this all sounds familiar, it might be because you played the original Risk of Rain, a 2-D roguelike released by Hopoo Games way back in 2013. If you haven’t, you’re in luck - it’s time to experience the world of Petrichor V in a brand-new way in Risk of Rain Returns! A complete remake of the original, Returns features a mix of the old and the new with a fresh coat of paint, made with everything the developers have learned in the past decade, including new stuff from the 3-D sequel, Risk of Rain 2. So, whether you’re a Monsoon veteran or just starting out on Drizzle difficulty now, read on to learn everything that’s new in Risk of Rain Returns.

New Artwork    The first and most obvious upgrade in Risk of Rain Returns is the completely overhauled and updated art style - familiar, but shiny and new. Every playable survivor, enemy, boss, item, interactable object, and environment has been re-drawn and re-animated for a modern take on the classic pixelated style. There’s even a fancy new animated intro cutscene created by Remus & Kiki Animation (known for animating the various trailers for Dead Cells), demonstrating the power of the mighty Providence as he singlehandedly brings down the massive spaceship you’re aboard. The remake also features new music composed by Chris Christodoulou alongside his soundtrack returning from the original game.

New Survivors    Alongside the classic survivors of the crash like the Commando and Huntress, Risk of Rain Returns introduces a handful of new playable characters forced to survive the horrors of the planet. The Pilot is a context-sensitive survivor with a focus on aerial mobility and combat, launching into the air and gliding downwards with his parachute to deliver death from above. The Drifter, armed with nothing but her wits and a backpack full of scrap, can create temporary items for a quick, strong boost in power - a great support character for co-op play!   Additionally, the Artificer - introduced in the sequel, Risk of Rain 2 - returns with her mastery of elemental tech, burning, freezing and electrocuting anything in her way. If you’re particularly attentive, you might even unlock the new, hidden secret survivor, who’s tiny stature hides how incredibly overpowered they are. Shhh - no spoilers!

Built-In Multiplayer    What better way to try out all these new survivors than with friends? Back in the day, if you wanted to play multiplayer in Risk of Rain you’d have to mod the function in yourself. Hopoo Games took note of all the multiplayer shenanigans their players got up to, and made sure to include co-op built right into the new game! Local and online co-op play is available from right there on the main menu, making playing with friends easier than ever.   Some items and survivor skills - especially Drifter’s - are geared towards helping your co-op partners, though they’re still useful in solo play. If you die in multiplayer, you’ll turn into a flying drone to continue fighting and gathering items, reviving when the surviving players reach the next stage. If co-op isn’t really your thing, don’t worry - there are no unlocks locked behind multiplayer, and there’s a whole new singleplayer mode to provide even more solo challenges.

Providence Trials    Finding the game a bit too easy? Why not try your hand at Providence Trials? A brand-new singleplayer game mode for Risk of Rain Returns, Providence Trials are a set of short, often extraordinarily difficult challenges to unlock new survivor skills, items and skins. From combat trials (like beating a tough miniboss with nothing but a combat knife) to mobility trials (like using teleporting shots to blink across an obstacle course) and even stealth missions (robbing a village of monsters blind with a smoke bomb), all these trials are specifically themed after the skills and items they’ll unlock upon completion.   If you’re having a bit too much trouble with the trials, certain ones have alternate methods of unlocking the corresponding survivor skills - but for the items and skins locked behind trials, you’ll need to beat them fair and square. Beating the trials also unlocks further trials, some requiring new survivors to be unlocked in the main game before you can attempt them. Once you’ve beaten every trial, you’ll unlock the final, biggest Providence Trial that can be done as any survivor for the ultimate test of strength and willpower.

Accessibility and Customization    Everybody plays games differently. Some have a hard time getting used to more high-difficulty games but still want to have fun playing them, but others might have trouble with games that have completely different control schemes. While the original Risk of Rain didn’t offer too much in the way of customization, Returns brings in much more accessibility. You can select preset control schemes, keybindings and game rules from the previous RoR games you might be more accustomed to, or even completely customise the controls to perfectly fit your playstyle.   Additionally, if the game is a bit too tricky (or even not challenging enough), you can easily edit how much damage you deal and how much you take - want an easy time dealing out double damage while enemies barely put a scratch on you? Go ahead! Perhaps you want to try an even more punishing game where the slightest dent in your health sends you right back to the main menu? Sure! There are very, very few unlocks behind higher difficulties, so play however you want without fear of missing any game content!

And The Rest    To list every single new feature in this massive remake would be way too much for one article. Besides all the major additions listed above, there are plenty of brand-new items and enemies lying in wait on Petrichor V, never seen in either previous game. Drones, once known for being practically useless in RoR, can be upgraded throughout a playthrough, becoming bigger and stronger and shinier as they quickly start mowing down enemies in your way.   All the old stages from the first game have new variants to keep things fresh, each with a collectable environment log hidden within them. Sometimes, you’ll be able to collect temporary items that provide a major boost in strength, even if they only last a few moments. The dreaded Mountain Shrine that doubles the power of each boss fight returns from RoR2, alongside an unlockable artifact that causes them to stack permanently for an entire run - call forth the challenge of the Mountain!

   Risk of Rain Returns is a practically perfect example of a classic game being translated into a modern remake. All the original, recognisable features return in glorious HD graphics, with countless new additions to bring the game even further beyond the original. Whether you’re all too familiar with the perils of the planet or just barely stepping out of your escape pod, Risk of Rain Returns is a great entry into the series for veterans and newcomers alike.   I hope you enjoyed this look at all the new additions to Risk of Rain Returns - reblogs and likes are much appreciated!   Thanks for reading!

An Aussie Button-Masher

[thesefourwallsstory]

Part 2: ???

The sun peeks its head through my blinds, pouring heat over my body and a bright light into my eyes, "I guess it's time to get up" I think to myself. I slowly rise from my bed and make my way to my bathroom. I brush my teeth, comb my hair and steal a long look in the mirror.

"Maaaaaaaaaan, when did I start looking so tired, these bags are huge" I say as I stretch out the skin beneath my eye, turning darker and darker from lack of sleep and constant rubbing. "I really should get to sleep at a better time but I'm always having too much fun dinking around on this thing" I exit my tiny bathroom and pick up my old, beat up guitar and strum the strings. What greets my ears is the most disharmonious sound I've ever heard, I wince. "Yeah, I should probably get you tuned before I try that again." I set the guitar back down and turn to face my mess of an apartment, "Same goes for you, I always wonder how you get so trashed when i'm hardly here." I finish my daily routine off with some half-burnt toast and sit down at my computer. I grab my headphones and put them on, and slowly get sucked into some games and social media. 

Before I even realize it, it's approaching noon and I'm starting to get hungry again. My phone dings. I pick it up off my desk and look at the notification, it's a text from Tanaka, "Hey Makoto-chan ;P, you up to get some food?" 

I hastily replied, "Don't mock me or I'll start calling you Tana-kun again around your girlfriend" 

Another message "Okay okay, jeez man when'd you get to be such a hardass?" 

"When you started calling me Makoto-chan, anyways I'd be down to get some food, I'm assuming you don't mean any food and you really want...." 

"Yeah... I'm craving that ramen place again, you can't blame me though, it's really really good, all the intricate flavors of the broth and the supreme texture of the noodles.........." He goes on for a while about how good the ramen is. At this point, I've learned not to stop him. 

"......I guess what I'm trying to say is, they just put a lot of love in every single bowl!" 

"Yeah yeah, all this hearing you ramble on is making me even more hungry, I'll meet you there in 20 okay?" 

"Sounds good to me Makoto-chan <3" 

"Didn't I just threaten you about calling me that?" 

"Yeah yeah, just don't forget your wallet this time, see ya there >:3", I seriously don't know how Tanaka does it, he doesn't have a job and still lives with his parents yet he manages to always have the money to stuff himself full to the brim with food, and I know he pays for it too! Well whatever, not like I'm complaining, he always reminds me to bring my wallet but he covers me every time we go out. I grab my laptop bag and make my way out of the apartment. 

Oh, and before I forget, my name is Makoto Shigeru, though you already knew the Makoto part. I’m fresh out of college and fresh out of a job haha. I’m 21 with bleach blonde hair and the most mediocre.. I mean the sexiest pair of brown eyes you’ll ever see. No matter what I seem to do I always get struck with bad luck, but eh that’s just a part of life. I’m learning the guitar to keep a promise to my late father. He always saw an artist in me, although I haven't seen it just yet. When his time was near he left me with his prized guitar and asked me to learn it so I could “free myself from my worries with music,” he was an odd one sure, but I knew he only wanted what was best and it’s not like I’m going to reject the wishes of a dying man. Soon after he passed, I picked up the old six-string and started to practice. One thing that irks me is self-centered people who don’t even try to get others. I don’t think I’ll ever see eye to eye with someone like that, even as much as I try to respect and show kindness to everyone. 

Speaking of self-centered people, I think my next door neighbor hates me, he hasn’t made an issue out of it yet, but I can hear him groan every time I start to practice. Though I’ve never seen him, he just strikes me as the type of guy to push his problems onto the world. I know he’s working for some tech company and from the unintentionally audible monologues, I don’t think he’s a huge fan. Maybe I’ll try to give him some advice….. Yeah, maybe I will.

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[themissingnumbers]

Blue feels his mouth run dry at the kid's question. Pixel can certainly see the unmistakable look that enters his eyes, his apprehensive expression dropping into horror.

"B- Blue...?" he echoes.

"I..." he starts, trying to choke back the tremor he can feel in his voice.

Why now? Why does he look like this? Something sits on the tip of his tongue, a thought lingering in the back of his mind- you know the answer, Blue, you know you do. But he can't make himself say it- not even sure if it's the truth, the hazy memory of repeated unforgivable actions that never stick in his world, but stain his skin, trickling from his eyes and neck. Royal blue latched onto a self that belongs to an old world like this, a Kanto like one he knew once upon a time. He can't accept it, won't face it, not now. But more than anything...

Not in front of this kid.

Pixel, that sweetheart- a kid that's already been hurt but is still kindhearted, despite what he's gone through, a kid that's looking at him with a nervous smile and warm eyes- he does NOT need to know what kind of lows Blue has fallen to. Sure as hell doesn't need to know that it's blood that drips from his fingertips, or the two sources it came from. As of now- that's the only comfort this unnatural color has ever offered him.

Like he has many times before for more reasons than he can count, he collects himself, shoving his thoughts away just enough to present his typically relaxed and confident demeanor. He prays that his initial reaction doesn't raise too much suspicion.

"... Well, to be honest with you," Blue lies, "I dunno- I didn't even notice 'til you said something! Best guess is that my body didn't take the whole... Traveling to a completely different world thing too well. Guess some things got screwed up in translation...?"

He offers an uneasy smile and a shrug, hoping his on-the-spot excuse will suffice. Blue likes to think that he can be a convincing liar when the moment calls for it.

"It's just a little visual screwup- I don't think it'll be a problem... Hope it isn't out of place to say, but- kinda reminds me of your eye, there... Though as far as I know, guess that could be something completely different, huh? I dunno everything that happened to you, just... heard bits and pieces."

( Yep- okay, you're salvaging this, Blue. Just keep the subject moving along, now.)

"I don't want everything to be all heavy though, heh. Let's lighten things up a bit, yeah? I bet it's been nice to get to live life without all that..."

He hesitates. The acknowledgement of the game is... Unsettling, to Blue. He can't bring himself to think the same of his reality- that it might be bound to some tiny device, overseen by some unknown human outside. But seeing how things are here, and how casually this kid can just say it- the possibility is clinging to the back of his mind- makes it hard to spit the words out.

"... All that game stuff bogging you down," he manages regardless, "you just get to be, and hang out with your friend. It must be a nice change of pace, hearing how dire stuff seemed before...

What was that you put down there- a drawing? Do you do that a lot? Uh- any other hobbies?"

[@themissingnumbers - blue (i did end up deciding to do it eheh. also do NOT feel the need to draw this i can't keep things short for the life of me)]

"... Hey."

He isn't sure how he got here. Not sure what he's trying to accomplish. Sure as anything, though- keeping his distance out of hesitation, uncertainty- there's another Blue. Taller. Older. Tired. He stares at the younger boy with an expression that almost seems... Sad.

"Uh... Gods, what do I..."

He rubs the back of his neck, searching for his words.

"I... Heard about you. About this. 'bout what happened. Guess it struck a chord. You're still... young, though- and you've got a good friend up there, it seems."

He glances up at Justine, waving through the screen, before turning his attention back to Pixel.

"I guess I just wanted to... meet ya, y'know? It's not every day you get to see somethin' like your younger- or, older for you- self."

Blue sighs heavily, his expression dropping.

"... I'm sorry about Revvy. I know how hard it is to lose someone you care about so much. For the world to turn against you cus of it. To want to change things so bad, but you're just... powerless. I- I'm glad you've got a real pal, though. I think that... that's somethin' that'll take you far."

Finally, he smiles at the younger boy, eyes lighting up a bit.

"Gods, that's heavy, huh? I guess all to say- I get it, I think. And I'm happy ya got someone there for you. How did you guys become friends? What's the rest of your life been like, uh... Living with her, I guess?"

Blue── Er, well, Pixel, turns around to the source of the voice. He seemed hesitant at first, shoulders rising up to his ears. He never expected another version of himself to visit him, let alone an adult one. He looked so. . . Odd. Pixel couldn't put his finger on it.

As soon as the other greeted Justine though, Pixel felt himself relax more. It seems like this was safe, seeing that the player gave a thumbs up back to Blue.

Pixel listens, thoughts running around, especially when Revvy was mentioned. It's painful to hear his name uttered from someone else, but he can manage it. It's rude to make faces at a guest, so Pixel bites his bottom lip to keep his expression neutral.

“So it's… it's you, right? The um,”

Pixel gestures over to Blue,

“It feels nice that I'm not the only one── I mean! Obviously it's, it's not great but, it's just nice that there's other people like me, I guess? Or are me? This is weird──Not that you're weird!”

He nervously chuckles, he can't help but smile. Taking a step or two closer, the child leans side to side, studying Blue. Super tall, lanky. Pixel wondered if this is what he could have looked like if he were to have grown up someday. Would he have hair like this? Clothes like that?

Would he still have his eye if he didn't…

Ah! A question was directed to him, and he was staring!

“Sorry!”

C'mon, Pix! Be polite! He mumbles, giving out some “um” and “uh” noises as he wiggles his hands,

“It's um, it's nice to see you, first of all sir── sir? I um, I dunno what you call you, sorry── but to answer your question,”

He glanced back at the player, who holds the 3DS patiently. Justine blinks and directs her attention to the bottom screen. Oh whoa, Pixel projected a little drawing down there!

“I wanted to delete my game, and Gramps wanted to also. We talked about it before I talked to Justine about it, but… she really didn't like that idea.

She convinced me that the game doesn't have to be played normally to… function? I think that's the word. But um, yeah. We pretty much talked for a while and it turned into a habit where she'd visit me everyday before she went to school.

She showed me some cool stuff from her world, like other games, some TV shows, and movies. I really um, I really like hanging out with her! She helps me sort out my thoughts about… about the stuff that happened in my game.”

Pixel smiles warmly as he explains. While talking, he lightly rocks on his heels,

“I really am lucky to have someone like her. It makes me sad that some other beings like me and you don't have that kind of a player out there.”

Pixel’s smile alters once he glanced back up to his older self. He gulps, a finger pointing up── no wait, that's rude too. He pulls it back,

“Please let me know if this is rude to ask but um…

Why are your hands . . . Blue?”

[harpsthings]

Modern AU where Dustin is a teenage youtuber who decides to do a stream marathon playing insanely old video games to raise money for a charity for  LGBTQ+ youth Nancy and Robin had started about a year back. 

He does it out of spite because well known internet radical douchebag known by his internet handle Vecna keeps trying to ruin the charity. 

Dustin doesn’t expect it to raise more than a few thousand because, while some of his videos had popped off, he wasn’t nearly famous enough to do as much as he wanted. He keeps going anyways because any money is good money. 

His legal guardian Steve keeps popping in and out to check on him and bring him snacks despite Dustin telling him not to. His presence quickly becomes a meme among his viewers and helps boost Dustin’s viewership and donations a bit.

Realizing this, Dustin drags Steve in to join him. At first Steve is annoyed, but when he realizes what Dustin is doing this for he is all for it. They end up switching off the controller all the while talking about the struggles of being queer, especially in a small town. Steve also talks about his efforts to adopt another queer kid he has been looking after (Max) and how much of a struggle the system is.

A clip of Steve and Dustin tearing up about becoming each other’s family, especially when Steve never had one who accepted him ends up leaving the circle of people in the know on Twitter and gets roasted by a queerphobic troll.

Dustin sees this and gets angry on Steve’s behalf (despite Steve telling him not to pay attention to that stuff), but while he’s scrolling he sees that the guy was ratio’d, absolutely destroyed, by a verified user.

That user? The famous openly queer rockstar and advocate Eddie Munson.

Dustin is hyped and sees this as his chance to get the stream more traction. While Steve is yelling at Donkey Kong, Dustin publicly invites Eddie on the stream.

To Dustin’s delight, Eddie replies almost instantaneously with a resounding yes. They work on setting him up and Eddie promotes the stream. Once he’s in the views and donations quickly get out of control.

Steve, who had been paying attention solely to Donkey Kong, is in shock when he hears his old classmate (and longtime hopeless crush) Eddie Munson over the call and sees his face on Dustin’s second monitor. Eddie greets him with a warm “Hey, Stevie” and Steve’s resulting expression becomes an instant classic gif.

Dustin asks how they know each other and Steve stutters through an answer that sounds vaguely like “I was a douche to him in high school but he’s always been super cool sorry Eddie for being a douche in high school”. Eddie replies that it’s water under the bridge and that he’s glad Steve seems to be more comfortable in his own skin now.

For the first little while, it’s mostly Dustin interviewing Eddie and them both cheering when they break goal after goal while Steve grits his teeth through Super Mario, interjecting when he has time to breathe.

But soon Dustin gets exhausted and Steve forces him to sleep. Dustin only does once Steve promises not to mess anything up and Eddie promises to stay. When Dustin leaves and he and Steve exchange “I love you”s the whole audience descends into “awwws” and screeches. No matter what happens after this, Steve and Dustin are now internet famous brothers.

Once Dustin is asleep, Steve and Eddie decide to play a casual multiplayer game and just chat. What starts off as casual flirting quickly turns into a deep emotional discussion about how their lives have gone and how they’ve changed as people. 

Eddie admits that he used to have a crush on Steve in high school but he likes how Steve is now a lot better. Steve breaks down at that, from the exhaustion and emotion, saying that he hated himself as a teenager and how he wants to make the world safer for people like Dustin, especially from people like him. 

Eddie tells him that he was never an evil person, just a scared kid, and that he can see that Steve is making the world better already, just from the way he interacts with Dustin and the kind of advice he gives to the chat. Steve laughs wetly through his tears and says he probably needs a break.

They get in contact with Robin and Nancy and set them up on stream so Steve and Eddie can take a break. Robin and Nancy are ecstatic about all the donations they are getting and answer chat questions about themselves and their charity. They also invite other queer creators and members of the audience to come on stream, chat, and promote their own charities and fundraisers.

Eddie ends up calling Steve while they are on break and they have a soft conversation until Steve falls asleep. Steve thanks Eddie for helping Dustin and the charity and Eddie responds that in these short few hours they’ve helped him just as much, sweetheart.

The last thing Steve mumbles out is that his crush on Eddie never stopped. On the other side of the country, Eddie is blinking at his phone as he processes what Steve said. Once he does, a grin spreads across his face and he makes a promise to himself to not let this chance go.

Steve wakes abruptly a few hours later to Dustin and Max’s incoherent screams. He grabs his nail bat and runs into the office where Dustin usually streams, prepared for anything. He once more becomes a classic gif, his messed up hair and crazed expression (not to mention his fucking nail bat, who has a nail bat?) reposted endlessly.

He is simultaneously relieved and annoyed that they were only screaming about the amount of donations they’ve gotten for the charity. Steve grumbles and drops the bat as the voices of Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, and Eddie greet him from the computer. He loudly says that he’s going to go shower and marches out.

While he’s in the shower, Steve remembers what he said to Eddie the night prior. The resulting “FUCKING SHIT” can be heard over the stream. When he gets back to the room and sits behind his kids, hair perfectly coiffed, he says that he simply slipped in the shower. No one believes him.

The stream continues for hours until the only ones left are Eddie, Steve, Max, and Dustin. They’re beginning to wind things down when Max loudly sighs at Eddie and Steve’s heart eyes and flirtations, remarking that they had either “ask each other out or stop making her sick”.

Steve flushes and fails to stutter out an answer, but Eddie (a little rosy himself) scoffs that he “was going to do it away from prying eyes, Red, but if you insist...”

“Steve Harrington, would you to me the honor of going on a date with me?”

“Wh- I- Uh- Aren’t you thousands of miles away right now?”

“Actually, I already bought plane tickets.”

“You don’t have a private jet?”

“They’re terrible for the environment, Red, of course I don’t. Anyways, I don’t want to pressure you in front of all these people, Stevie, but I lied earlier.”

“You lied?”

“I said I used to have a crush on you, but it never really went away. Honestly, it’s gotten a helluva lot stronger in the past 48 hours, sweetheart, but say the word and I’ll never bug you about it again.”

“No! No, I don’t want that, Eds. Please bug me about it. All the time, if you want, cause I’ve got a crush on you, too.”

“So you’re saying I don’t have to refund these tickets?”

“I’m saying you’d better not, or I’ll put your old yearbook photos online.”

“Oh, the horror! Guess that means I have to come visit.”

“Guess that means you have to stay- I mean- You don’t have to. You’re a super famous rockstar and you’re super busy-”

“The band’s not touring right now and I think I need a change of scenery to help me focus on my solo stuff.”

“Just say it, Eddie!”

“Shhh, Max, this is getting us a ton of donos.”

“I’m taking that as you giving me your blessing, kiddos.”

“Blessing?”

“Yeah, Stevie. As long as you and your kids want me, I’m coming to stay.”

A sniffle.

“You asshole, you can’t say that kind of stuff when you’re too far away to kiss!”

Eddie grinned. “Put it on my tab. I’ll pay my dues when I get there, sweetheart.”

“Gross!”

“Okay, okay, pack it up! It’s my stream and I’m taking back control.”

With that, Dustin pushed Steve away from the screen and started closing out the stream. Then, it hits him. How much they raised and the lives they’d be able to change. 

Dustin starts sobbing, thanking everyone profusely, saying that he’d never thought he’d be able to do something like this. He never thought he’d be able to make a real difference.

Steve and Max pull him into a tight hug. Steve kisses his forehead and tells Dustin that he was the one who had taught Steve that he could be a better person, who made him excited to wake up to each new day, and that he made people’s lives better just by being in them. 

Steve points at the numbers, at the chat filled with people who were congratulating them and crying along, at Eddie who had tears quietly running down his cheeks, and tells him:

“This was a community effort, but you were the one who brought the community together. Without you, none of this would have happened. But it did happen, and you did so good. I’m proud of you, Max is proud of you, Eddie’s proud of you, Robin and Nancy are definitely proud of you, and I bet everyone out there watching is proud of you, too.”

“So be proud of yourself, dumbass!” Max bites out in between sniffles.

“Yeah, Dusty-Buns,” Eddie laughs. “You did a damn good job, kid.”

“First of all, stop calling me that or I will veto your visit,” Dustin snarks, wiping his face. “Second of all, okay yeah. I did do pretty awesome. I guess I might as well be proud.”

The stream ends in laughter and tears and once the money gets donated to Nancy and Robin’s charity, they realize its so much that they end up donating the rest to other charities and people in need. 

Dustin’s popularity surges and he uses it to further other great causes, including funding the legal fees needed for Steve to adopt Max. 

Dustin ends up bringing his internet girlfriend Susie home and Max brings home El and Lucas. The family keeps growing year by year.

Steve and Eddie become both an internet power couple and a giant meme, but the rest of their relationship is kept out of the public eye. Except when they want to gross their kids out by being mushy in interviews or when Steve goes with Eddie to support him at concerts and awards ceremonies. 

Every year the whole family gets together, no matter where they are in the world, and do a marathon stream for upcoming charities and foundations, raising more and more money each time. 

There’s even a several hour long video by an avid fan reporting on the history of the Henderfam Streams, with a 1.5 hour section about the stream where Steve proposed, that Steve likes to watch from time to time, usually with at least one or two other family members by his side.

Essentially, they’re happy.

[fanimesenseiwrites]

Things the MC would bring back to their demon bois from the mortal realm:

Lucifer:

MC goes to second hand stores and vintage shops always on the look out for vinyl records that they think Lucifer would like.

Most of the time they try and bring back stuff he'd actually like, such as Tchaikovsky or Vivaldi

Once, they brought back Stravinsky's Firebird Suite and Lucifer wouldn't stop kissing them (once they were in the privacy of his room of course)

Sometimes the MC will bring back more modern music just because it makes them think of him

"I dunno, I just listen to Hozier and think of you"

Lucifer doesn't like all the modern music they bring back but he appreciates the sentiment just the same

Then there's the gag gifts...

Any kind of music that has a reference to the devil or Satan or hell is fair game

These gifts usually elicit an eye roll from the eldest brother but he keeps them all the same

This is why Lucifer owns a copy of "The Devil Went Down To Georgia"

So when MC brings back a copy of Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G minor, they're a little surprised at Lucifer's delighted reaction

"You know, I was the one who visited Tartini in his dreams."

MC's mind = blown.

"Also, this copy is cursed. I know you know how much I enjoy cursed vinyls."

"I- wait... What?!"

MC is very upset that they had a cursed vinyl in their possession this whole time

Mammon:

This boy loves stuff, and he loves MC, so he's gonna love any gift really

But MC knows he loves treasure and jewels and as much as they'd love to just bring him back nice watches and jewelery...

MONEY IS A THING, AND MC IS NOT MADE OF IT.

So MC settles for semi-precious stones instead

They always find fun and beautiful stones at museums and those metaphysical stores and they always pick out one that reminds them of Mammon

They're really nervous when they give him his first gift

"Hey, I got this for you and I know it's not fancy or expensive but I saw it and thought of you and I just wanted you to have it."

Mammon will love them until they die. He is really just so touched that MC thought of him. He'll try and play it cool though

He totally fails. MC won't tell him that though

MC brings him Lapis Lazuli and tells him it reminded them of his eyes and Mammon is now a puddle of lovesick goo on the floor

Mammon puts more shelves in his room dedicated to all the gifts MC gives him

One time MC brings him back some fool's gold in a teeny little jar on a chain, so that he can wear it

"Fool's gold? Why cuz I'm a fool?" Mammon asks with a roll of his eyes.

"What? No, cuz I'm a fool for you."

Mammon only love MC until they die? WRONG.

He's gonna love them forever now

He was gonna do that anyways

Leviathan:

C'mon, this boy is easy. Anime/manga stuff and TSL. Need I say more?

At first he'll be suspicious of MC wanting to give him gifts, but once they've convinced him that they're doing it out of the kindness of their heart he's really touched

The first thing the MC brings him is a pen with a little Ruri-Chan on the end of it

"I know it's not much, but I just happened to see it and I knew you'd like it"

Like it??????

HE LOVES IT! HE'S OVER THE GODDAMM MOON.

He's never seen anything like this in the Devildom and he doesn't think about the small stuff usually because he's too busy trying to get the big collectors edition items. So he actually really loves this.

MC continues to bring him cute small stuff like buttons and keychains and Levi loves them all.

His favorite item(s) that MC brought him is a pair of Lord of Shadows and Henry BFF enamel pins

He definitely tackle hugged MC when he got them

He gives the Lord of Shadows pin back to MC so they can each have one and show off their BFF status with them

Satan:

MC loves going to second-hand bookstores to shop for Satan.

Satan also appreciates new books, but there's something special about how his face lights up when he finds something old or rare. Anything with a little bit of history to it.

Of course, finding rare books for not a lot of money is a rare event in itself

So a safe bet is to bring Satan non-fiction, the boy loves to learn

But he really loves it when MC puts thought into finding fiction books that he would like

"I just really feel like you'd like Dean Koontz so I brought you one of my favorites by him."

Satan loves those gifts the most because he can talk to MC about the books afterwards

Satan's absolute favourite gift is a leather bound copy of Arabian Nights though

"I was thinking we could read this one together"

"Like you read it to me and pretend to be Scheherazade?" Satan suggests.

MC is flustered at the connotation of the suggestion but agrees anyways

The time they spend together reading that story will forever be one of Satan's favorite memories

Asmodeus:

He's a little harder to shop for than the MC had originally imagined

They tried bringing him make-up and skin care, which Asmo always graciously accepted, but he never seemed super excited about the gifts

But what else is to be expected from the guy who already uses only the best products?

MC suddenly gets an idea when they send Asmo a selfie of them at the park

- OMG! You're so cute! And the background is pretty too!-

MC starts dressing up and going to nice and beautiful places just with the intention of taking pictures

Botanical Gardens, museums, downtown skylines, anything that would make for a good picture

MC goes full on aesthetic art hoe just for Asmo

Only the best pictures get sent to Asmo

Asmo is LIVING for the looks their MC is serving up

- You are absolutely STUNNING! I'm in awe at these AMAZING pictures-

MC makes a scrapbook of the best pictures to give to Asmo the next time they see him

Asmo loves it and keeps it on display in his room always

Also, Asmo definitely makes MC their personal photographer after seeing the wonderful shots they took

Beelzebub:

Obviously, the boy loves food. He's always down to try new snacks from the mortal realm.

But MC wonders if there's something better that they could bring him

One day MC is at GNC for supplements for themself when they notice the workout supplements and get an idea

They grab some fun flavored protein powder and some BCAAs and a really nice shaker bottle just for Beel

Beel is actually really excited to get these gifts!

The Devildom doesn't have fun flavors of protein powder and the shaker bottle is such a great idea!

MC always brings new flavors of protein back for Beel, doing their best to find the weirdest flavors for him to try

Beel's favorite is definitely Birthday Cake.

MC starts bringing him new stuff to try too, protein bars, recovery supplements, collagen, and superfoods shakes

Beel tries everything and tells MC what their favorites are

"I love the BCAAs, I just wish the Devildom had them..." *sad Beel noises*

MC may or may not talk to Diavolo about researching BCAAs and getting them produced and sold in the Devildom

The supplements MC brings actually help Beel with his workouts and to control his hunger (a little)

Beel actually gets hotter??? Who knew that was possible???

MC definitely takes advantage of Beel's new 8-pack 😏😏😏

Belphegor:

What do you get the boy who only wants to sleep?

MC has gotten him stuffed animals and blankets and even a couple of nice pillows, but nothing seems to excite him

... but maybe that's just his personality??

It's not until MC accidentally leaves a sweater in the Devildom, that they figure it out

- You left your sweater down here- Belphie texts MC.

- Oh no, I'll just get when I come to visit y'all again-

- That's fine. I like having something that smells like you-

And the light bulb went off in MC's head.

Every time MC goes to visit they leave a shirt or sweater behind for Belphie, so that he can have something that smells like them.

Belphie loves how MC smells, its like a sweet dream all the time. It helps him sleep better when they're gone.

Belphie starts to complain when MC is gone longer than the item they left smells like them

(Which is every time)

So MC will start leaving Belphie more than one item, packing them in airtight bags so he can use them one after another until they return

Belphie can and will fight anyone who tries to take MC's clothing

"Mammon, you have two seconds to put that sweater back or I will kill you."

And Lucifer probably won't stop him

Diavolo:

He's honestly the easiest to please.

He's so fascinated with any thing that humans do that he'll enjoy any gift from the human world.

MC's first gift to him is a rubber duck.

"The duck is wearing a crown so it made me think of you and I just thought it was cute."

"I love it! What's its purpose?"

"Uh... to float around in the bathtub with you and look cute?"

"Isn't that what you're for?"

Diavolo loves the rubber duck so much it gets his own silk pillow to rest on when it's not taking a bath with Diavolo.

MC brings him cute pens, and keychains sometimes bottles of wine if the bottle is cute.

"The bottle is shaped like a cat! Isn't that delightful?!"

MC's proudest moment was when they found a full and intact tea set at the thrift store

Diavolo immediately fell in love with it.

He insists on only using that set when having tea with MC

But his favorite gift will always be the rubber duck.

Barbatos:

He'll insist that he doesn't need any gifts but that won't stop the MC.

MC is with him in the kitchen in the Demon Lord's Palace when they get an idea.

KITCHEN TOYS.

Barbatos works so hard, he deserves some things to make his life easier and liven up the bland kitchen

MC's first gift is a vegetable spiralizer.

"You use it to turn zucchini and squash and the like into noodles so that you can do fun stuff with vegetables!"

Barbatos accepts it graciously, but he'll probably never use it.

MC brings him spices from the mortal realm and Barbatos actually really loves those.

When MC brings him a food processor, he offers to cook for them right then and there

Despite all the weird gadgets MC ends up bringing him, and there are plenty out there, Barbatos's favorite is a ladle that looks like a stegosaurus.

It's far more whimsical than anything he would've ever picked out, and he'll never use it, but only because he's afraid of ruining it, not because he doesn't love it.

At some point, Barbatos does ask MC to stop bringing him kitchen gadgets

"Why? Do you not like them?" MC asks with a pout.

"I appreciate all of them, but I have everything I need when you're in the kitchen with me."

If MC wasn't already in love with him they are now

Smooth bastard just doesn't want anymore shit in his kitchen

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑆𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings/Disclaimer: NSFW content/Older Ateez but age differences is written withing legal boundaries. Also mentions of infidelity (which I don't condone, justify nor encourage), corruption kink and loss of virginity.

A/N: Also, Yeosang's reaction is a sneak peek at the Dilf! Fic in my w.i.p.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

It all started as a way to get a passing grade for the semester, but soon became a mission to get inside your professor's pants. You still remembered the unamused gaze he gave you when you first suggested you 'help' him out.

"Nice try Miss Y/N.... but perhaps instead of wasting time behind the bleachers sucking off the jocks' cocks, maybe dip your head instead into your books and study for once."

You couldn't believe he'd actually reject you. No man had ever rejected you, they always fell to your charms. Professor Kim was about to become your biggest challenge yet and you didn't mind. Besides, something about fucking an older man had you pulling out your trusted vibrator out so many times during the night. Kim Hongjoong was just so fucking hot and you desperately wanted him, even if for one night.

"Please Mr. Kim..... you know they say I give the best blow jobs here." You tried yet again one day when everyone else left.

"They? You mean horny 20 something year olds who bust a nut by just a booby pic?"

For the first time, his poker face finally had an expression in the form of a smirk.

"Honey, you're going to have to try a lot harder than that. I've had my cock sucked by countless women in all my years. Besides..."

Leaning closer to you, he reached a hand out so his thumb could graze across your bottom lip.

"What makes you think a pretty young thing like you can take a mature cock like mine? You've probably never even had one half the size of mine."

You let out an involuntary moan as you pictured just how well endowed your teacher was. Looking down, you noticed the obvious bulge he was donning and you wanted nothing more than to pull him out and suck him dry. It seemed he noticed since he sat back down on his chair. Gesturing for you to come over, you practically hopped over to him, letting him guide you on your knees as he began to take himself out.

"But do knock yourself out. I'm kinda curious to see what the newer generations do nowadays."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Others would have complained and would be annoyed by the fact their new neighbors would have almost daily fights between them, typical marital disputes. But not you, you didn't mind hearing their screaming that was clearly heard through the walls. Especially since more often than not their fights would end in rough, angry sex that had you touching yourself at nights, a guilty pleasure you always looked forward to.

And you had been eyeing the husband from the moment the couple moved in. Park Seonghwa was everything you looked for in a man and even more. Handsome, mature, tall, well sculpted, responsible, sexy as hell and you knew for a fact he could definitely fuck. One day you knocked over at their door to give them one of them many pastries you'd often bake for your neighbors in the building.

"You know Mr. Park....if you ever get too frustrated with your wife....my door is always open." You boldly offered him.

He looked at you in shock but you sent him a reassuring wink before walking back to your apartment, making sure to sway your hips so he could have the image engraved in his mind. And boy did you rile him up. Now he couldn't stop thinking about you. You're all he had in his head. Now whenever he'd fight, he'd storm out and you'd welcome him, proud to get what his wife wasn't getting anymore. And you were hell bent on making sure you'd keep him to yourself.

"Cum inside me....fill me up." You told him one day.

He was so lost in his lust for you he didn't think he'd hear you correctly. Giggling, you flipped the position so you were now on top of him, bouncing yourself on his enormous cock.

"I'll give you what your wife won't give you. Knock me up with your babies, fill me to the brim. I wanna carry your kids in me." You ran your hands down your chest and placed them on top of your stomach to get your point further across.

Seonghwa was going wild by this point. He had wanted to become a father for so long but his narcissistic and conceited wife would not budge. Yet here you were offering him the one thing he wanted and he couldn't resist. Sitting up, he began pounding up into you with more intensity, sending you crying his name over and over again as his teeth began to mark your neck.

"Oh I'll make sure to knock you up babygirl. Gonna fuck my kids into you...fuck! You're going to look even more pretty carrying my baby in you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yours and Yunho's relationship was rather.... unconventional to say the least. He ended up becoming your sugar daddy after you had auctioned off your virginity online cause you were a broke college student and you honestly didn't give a damn at that point. But it was you who were in for a surprise when you met him in the hotel room and he just handed you the money without wanting anything in return.

"Just take it and don't give away something so valuable away like that."

You were so stunned by his behavior and it honestly sent some weird feeling inside you.

"But what if I wanna give it away?" You asked before he could open the door to leave. He let out a deep sigh.

"Trust me, you don't." He insisted.

Biting your lip, you took in his height and built. You weren't going to lie and pretend you didn't size him up from the moment you saw him. He probably had a monster cock that could tear you apart and part of you wanted that. Plus he was probably experienced in making love to someone so why not?

"If it's with you I really do..."

He whipped his back at your words, about to scold you but his words got caught in his mouth when you began to strip in front of him before laying down on the bed, legs spread for him and anxiously waiting for him to touch you. He couldn't resist himself. He ended up pining your tiny and virgin body under him, tearing your hymen apart and claiming you as his. He made sure you were in no pain and he had you cumming more than once. You could say it was an amazing first time.

You spent the rest of the night talking, and you ended up spilling about your economic situation. Perhaps it was pity, perhaps he was high on having taking your virginity, or perhaps he truly felt something for you. Either way you agreed to be his sugar baby, and you don't regret it one bit. Not when you get to have his monster cock in you, and he's not complaining either when he gets to stuff himself in you.

"Fuck! You're still so damn tight my little one... just like the first time."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

He tried to ignore the sound of the shower right behind the door he was leaning in. He had to. He shouldn't try to imagine what was going on in there. But as his eyes closed, he couldn't stop picturing your naked body glistening as the water cascaded down your skin. His hand grazed over his erection, wondering if perhaps you were doing something similar.

Before he knew what he was doing, he slowly and quietly opened the door, the hot steam fogging up the glass doors to the shower but he could still make out your beautiful and young figure. He witnessed as your hand played with your clit, dipping inside your folds as tiny gasps and pants escaped your lips.

"Mr. Kang...." Hearing you murmur his name sent any self-control he had out the window.

He began to strip himself out of his clothes, very slowly and in silence so as to not disturb you. Besides you looked so pretty as you touched yourself, trying to get yourself off at the thought of him. Without taking his eyes off you, he slid the glass door and soon stood behind you in the luxurious and spacious shower. You jumped slightly when you felt familiar hands wrap themselves around your waist, fingertips digging into you. You could never forget his touch, you remembered how those hands felt when they once caught you and saved you from a nasty fall.

You knew it wasn't a dream or fantasy when you felt lips pressing open mouth kisses against the side of your neck and traveled down to your shoulders. You moved your hand away to allow the person behind you to take control, his long and slender fingers finally making your darkest fantasies come true as they penetrated inside you, moving back and forth in an effort to bring you into an orgasm.

Kang Yeosang's deep and husky voice breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your body.

"You don't know how long I've lusted after you..."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

With Choi San it wasn't you seducing him. It was letting him seduce you. Ever since he saw you walk in with your short skirt, applying for a part time job at his bookstore, he had been wanting you, craved your body. And honestly... you fed him in his game.

You would wear even shorter skirts, bending down right in front of him so he could get a glimpse at your scantily clad pussy. Or you'd constantly ask him for help in putting away some of the books that went on higher shelves just so he'd put his hands around you, which he'd often keep there longer than needed. And you loved it.

One day he had been frustrated by you past his limit. Throwing away all decorum, he came up behind you as you arranged some books. You let out a gasp when you felt his hands grope your breasts.

"I've been working you too hard my darling... maybe I should let you take a little break?" You became putty in his hands when he used his satoori tone with you.

You didn't stop him when he lifted your shirt up to your neck, nor when he pulled your breasts out from your bra cups. You just moaned with no shame as his fingers tweaked and pinched at your highly sensitive nipples.

"Fuck you have really soft and squishy boobs. It's like they were made for my hands."

Snaking one hand under your skirt, he was surprised to not only find out that you were practically dripping for him but you were not wearing any underwear that day.

"Shit darling, did you came here hoping I would fuck you?"

You threw your head back as he cupped your heat, rubbing at your clit.

"Yes! Please fuck me Mr. Choi! W-wanna get fucked by you." You begged him, pushing your ass behind you to grind against his very obvious bulge.

He was more than satisfied by your answer. Finally getting your consent, he no longer had to hold back. Freeing his cock which was leaking at the tip, he pushed your skirt up to expose your ass cheeks. Giving each of them a few slaps with his cock, he teased you as he rubbed his bulbous tip along your slit.

"Now my little apprentice, I'm going to show you how a real man fucks a little cunt like yours."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Spotting exactly what you were hoping to find for the night, you approached the older male and sat in front of him. Giving you a little glance, he furrowed his eyebrows as he took in your countenance.

"Aren't you a little young to be in a club like this?" He questioned you.

"Trust me, I'm old enough." You boldly took the glass he had in front of him and took a sip before setting it back down.

He let out a tiny chuckle as you practically drowned almost an entire glass of straight vodka. You had guts, he was giving you that.

"Little lady I'm sure there are more young men your age scattered about waiting for a beauty like you to pay attention to them. So why not go find them?" He suggested.

You frowned at him, a tiny huff coming out from your lips.

"Guys my age are all idiots and little babies. Absolutely nothing fun about them."

You scooted closer to him, your hand coming down to rub at one of his ridiculous thick thighs.

"I prefer men who are more older and..... bigger." You made emphasis on that last word.

The male snorted as he let you continue your little game. He was actually pretty amused and flattered at having a young and attractive girl hit on him.

"Little lady as much as I'd love to take you back to my place and fuck you into my sheets, I'm warning you that I'm into more.... risque and exotic pleasures and honestly....I don't think an inexperienced thing like you could handle it."

The man, whom you soon found out was named Song Mingi peeked your interest even more as he confided in you that little detail. And you were more than happy to indulge in extremely naughty kinks. That's how you ended up in his bed, your hands and feet tied to each of the bed posts, blindfolded, gagged, nipple clamps adorning your perky breasts as your older lover for the night was continuing his abuse on your swollen and red pussy, drawing out orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

"Fuck! Holy shit!" He cried out, grunting in an almost animalistic manner as he pumped his cum all over your body.

Removing your blindfold and mouth gag, he looked for any signs of regret but was instead met with your fucked out face that held a tiny grin.

"Older and bigger cocks are indeed the best."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Working as an exotic dancer, you met a lot of customers and got used to having regulars. But no one got under your skin or made you lose your senses like Jung Wooyoung. Usually you didn't give any special treatment to anyone unless it guaranteed more cash in your garter belt. But there was something about him that had you constantly looking over when he was there. Every time he was watching from the crowd, you made sure every wink, every lip bite or swirl of your tongue was directed at him.

You were thinking about giving up, since weeks passed and he didn't seem to make a move on you or on any of the other girls. Perhaps he was dragged there by his friends since he always sat there idly, no expression whatsoever. When you were told someone payed to have a private show with you, the last person you expected to see was none other than Jung Wooyoung himself, sitting on the couch, a glass of wine on his hand. Pulling out a large bill, he smirked at you.

"One hundred dollars if you take off that top."

His request had your legs wobbling. Since it was a rather fancy and elegant strip club, none of you ever actually stripped completely bare, only staying in scanty lingerie. But honestly, you didn't hesitate and let the top fall to the floor. You loved the way Wooyoung was eyeing your chest, tongue poking out to wet his lip. Reaching into his pocket once more, this time he produced even more bills and layed them on the table.

"500 dollars if you remove that lace thong."

Holy crap, you thought to yourself. That was a lot of money that you weren't going to refuse. And besides, you were already wet for the older man that you would suck him off right then and there if he asked you to, with absolutely no payment. This time his hand began to rub at his crotch. Unzipping his pants, he took his long length out which had your mouth watering and staring for so long that you didn't notice the even larger stash of cash he had taken out of his jacket which layed beside him.

"One thousand dollars if you hop your pretty ass over here and bounce yourself on my cock."

Not needing to be told twice, you practically plunged yourself down on him, not caring to take your time as you began to fuck yourself on his cock. The man underneath you was enjoying himself as well, the visual of your ass clapping against his hips driving him insane.

"Fuck! Yes! Just like that- oh god!"

You let out a yelp when his hand came down to slap your cheeks rather harshly, hips taking control as he rammed his cock into you. Through raspy grunts and growls, he made his final proposition to you:

"Your own place, monthly allowance and anything else you want if you leave this place and become my own personal fuck toy."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Working as the personal assistant for your father's CEO friend was not easy. Not because Choi Jongho was difficult, scary and begrudgingly agreed to have his friend's daughter work for him when she had no experience, but because the man was hot. You had the hots for your dad's friend and knowing you would have to be by his side for 8-10 hours on the daily both thrilled and terrified you.

"Can't you even work a simple printer? Seriously? How stupid could you possibly be?"

You honestly didn't mind his constant insults and degradation. In fact...that's exactly what you wanted, even more if he did it in front of others. Truth was, you did know how to work a printer and do other office related small tasks. You just chose not to just to have him yell and scream at you. His anger further fueled your sexual desires for him.

Eventually he ended up finding out what your little plan was when he chanced upon you sending a fax for someone, something he had always refrained from teaching you cause he thought you'd be too stupid to do.

"Why you cunning little vixen." He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he saw you, angry that a little brat like you was getting under his skin just to get a reaction out of him. He felt his palm start to tremble with an urge to bend you over and spank you into place.

Which he did end up doing, among other things in an effort to get you to behave or straighten up. But it never fully worked since you kept testing his patience, and he truly didn't mind. He liked your little game and he started to look forward to having his little vixen misbehave just to put her back in her place. And you lived for having him punish and degrade you.

"Look at you. You look like a common whore, letting me fuck her little hole as much as I want to."

You whimpered as his hand pulled your hair, making you lift your head and watch from the mirror as he fucked you from behind against his dresser.

"Maybe I should take a picture and send it to your dad. Let him know that his precious daughter is nothing more than a slut that likes getting her tight little hole fucked by his best friend."

You shook at his words, tears steaming down your face from the overstimulation he was putting you through. You absolutely loved it. Loved having him remind you of how wrong and sinful it was. Pressing your back against his chest, he wrapped an arm around your throat as he pounded his cock into you like the beast he was.

"But no... I won't do that. This will be our little secret."

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got some BEARacter design stuff 4 y’all 2 day straight from patreon.

Trevor requested werebears and I got lost in the design sauce about it because bears are animals who already have enough 'were' in them imo? Like, a were bear to me is just a regular bear standing on its hind legs and wearing jorts. So I had to get ~*creative*~.

These three are from a mystery game I'll probably never make about being a werecritter who moves to an island community full of werecritters who either have shifting so busted they can't pass as human, other forms too scary for the general populous, or simply want to spend most/all of their lives in non-human forms. They're all kind of dolled up here so imagine it's a special event.

First up is John (not his real name), a polar bear shifter who had no idea he could shift until he was like 16. It seems his giant port wine stain was actually unshifted bear skin the whole time and nobody figured it out. Two years later he runs away from his shitty home (for like, the third time) and wakes up in a snowy ditch covered in blood, wracked with pain, and looking up at a very concerned couple checking his pulse. He doesn't remember what happened, but it seems that something absolutely tore him apart one night while he was hitch hiking and instead of dying his body shifted the heavily brutalized bits back into place. His scars are shifted forever now and he can become more bear but he can't look more human. He's lived with the couple for 20 years now (after hearing about his home life they weren't going to send him back) as their 'troubled nephew from out of town who needs to recuperate'. They're also polar bear shifters, and run a boarding house for people with feral or dangerous forms who need special accommodations. John is empathetic but standoffish and blunt, the kind of character in a dating sim that would be hardest to get. Not much makes him flinch and he's very respectful when it comes to other people's private lives. You won't get any of his boarders' secrets out of him.

Also his  extreme healing abilities make him kind of scared that he might be immortal.

Next is Maira, a sun bear shifter.  Maira is more of a 'monstery' shifter, as her fully shifted form is somewhere between human and bear. She runs a little apothecary that also functions  as a physical therapy center and mainly helps people with strange or painful shifts. Maira is a gentle sweetie and everyone loves her. She's also kind of the 'Cassie' of the town and is really into shifting as an art form. When you see her in pictures she looks deceptively large, something about her is very imposing, but irl she's 5ft nothing and has a cheerful asmr voice.  She came to the island a few years ago to help out the previous owner of the apothecary, who was a friend of the family. They were getting old and wanted to return home to retire and Maira was down for adventure so here she is (her parents were not completely on board but eh).

Maira is a lot less twitchy than other shifters because her home island was like 50/50 were people. She's not used to being mistreated for being a werebear and is ready to fight anyone trying to bring that mess around her or her clients. She'll sass you back in five different languages. Get out of here with that and any other discriminatory trash.

Last is Raine (also known as Rainey Morning). Nobody knows much about Raine.  They showed up in town like five years ago with nothing but a suitcase, a tuxedo fresh from the dry cleaners, and A LOT of money. They only wore a wide brimmed black hat with a mourning veil and a pair of strappy heels. They were, mostly, a fully shifted bear and no one has ever seen them as anything else. It's clear that they're the kind of were that can shift at will (they switch out their hands and feet as needed), they just don't. If you have the pleasure of being invited to their home you'll see that they have no pictures of themselves with a human face. There are pictures up of those who are presumed to be loved ones from their life before the island, but many of these photos have rough edges or strangely clipped sides, like someone was torn out of them.  

I'm sure none of this means anything,

Raine is currently employed as a popular DJ at the local radio station. They work the late night/early morning shift and have a show called The Rainey Season where they offer advice to callers, tell spooky stories, and basically talk about whatever they want. During the day they might be spotted around town in one of their many pairs of cute shoes (Raine doesn't believe in wearing other clothes if they don't have to and even at work they Donald Duck it and just wear a top and maybe a wrap around their waist) holding a small piece of incense in a fancy cigarette holder. they don't smoke, but they like the aesthetic.