#instead of just cursing the band out on twitter

[myheadphonesareneverloudenough]

shout out to the LS Dunes fandom for not immediately cancelling the band like the rest of twitter did and instead useing Dunes' music as inspiration for creating their own, original artwork and educating the band in the process.

[remi-thirsts]

𝐅𝐀𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?

pairing: gojo, geto, choso, and toji x fem!reader (separate) summary: celeb!au where the boys are interviewed and asked a pretty personal question ! (I took nanami out bc I don't think he would want to share your business with the world) content: kinda suggestive, established relationships, allusions to sexual themes, mentions of dacryphyilia in toji's, pet names, cursing, celebrity!au (model, singer, actor, etc) wc: 1.4k

♡ 𝐒. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

"Yes, yes! Thank you for joining us today, Gojo-san. All of your fans are excited to see you play the new lead role in this upcoming movie!" For the past hour Gojo has been answering questions many of his fans have with an interviewer who has gathered some of the most asked questions.

"Next question!" The women exclaims excitedly, when she reads the card she pauses in shock, "Um.. who put this card in there...?" Now the white haired actor was curious.

"Well, what does it say? I'm sure it can't be that bad." His cocky attitude is showing, but a huge percentage of his fans like when he's like this. It makes fantasizing him all the more creative and exciting; or so you hear.

"Uh...uh. Um-" She remembers the camera is rolling, and this is live TV. "Many fans know you have a girlfriend and a lot of them want to ask,

"What is your favorite position?"

Gojo knew his PR team would probably get on his ass for answering this question instead of moving on to a different one but he doesn't care- at all.

"This is a tough one... hm. I guess if I had to choose I'd say cowgirl. I love the way she rides," he pauses for a second before continuing with excitement, "She's hella good at it too! Every time I watch her bounce on it my eyes about roll to the back of my-"

"OKAY. Thank you, Mr. Gojo!" She interrupts, quickly turning to the camera with a very forced smile.

"There you have it! We'll be back after a brief commercial break!"

♡ 𝐒. 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Your boyfriend, Suguru, started a podcast about his music life with his band mates two years ago. Since his group already had quite a huge fan base, it was no surprise they took to their podcast with excitement.

Usually the group would talk about funny backstage stories or moments where their performances were almost ruined. Today they're doing a Q&A, the questions that are most asked will be answered first, while less popular questions will be answered later.

"Oh shit, people wanna know Suguru." He quirks an eyebrow, the raven haired male leans his mic towards his lips so the people can hear his voice.

"Know what?" A sly smirk forms on his face because he knows there could be at least a million things 'the people wanna know.'

"They wanna know what's your favorite position to have your girl in." The lead singer snickers whilst asking the question. Suguru clicks his tongue and taps on the desk a few times.

"I really like to have her legs behind her head cuz I can reach really deep that way."

"Sooo, mating press?" Their lead singer is just as nosy as their fans so of course he's gonna press on.

"Hell yeah, man." Some of them clap and others laugh at Suguru's openness.

-----

You were really busy but you decided to tune into your boyfriend's podcast after a bunch of people tagged you on twitter to go listen to today's episode.

When you hear Suguru tell all 2 million of his podcast listeners what position he likes to fuck you in, you scream into your pillow and turn into a giggling mess.

He never knows how to keep his mouth shut, and you love it.

♡ 𝐂. 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

You're laying on your boyfriend's bed listening to him play his game. Choso's a big time streamer at this point. Four years ago when he started his fan base was quite small and he just enjoyed the few who would join his gaming streams. Now, Choso streams as work and he still loves it just as much as he had long ago.

"Thank you for the tip 'prettyem0b0y22'," Usually Choso reads aloud whatever message they leave with their tips but he hesitates this time.

"Uh- you don't really expect me to answer that, right? She's laying on the bed right now."

That statement immediately grabs your attention, you glance at his monitor screens, trying to get a peek at whatever his fan was asking of him.

It seems plenty of others want to know the answer to this question too because the chat starts speeding up, meaning that they're spamming.

"Guys come on, I'll turn chat off if you guys don't stop." Choso is as scary as a cute little kitten, so they just keep at it, and now you're curious too. What could possibly be that bad that he didn't want to answer it and to be fair he has answered some pretty crazy questions before.

"Indulge me Cho, what did 'prettyem0b0y22' wanna know?" His head swings so fast he could have gotten whiplash from it. His cheeks are burning pink and his brows furrow in confusion.

"I promise it wasn't anything crazy, don't worry about it." Oh, you're worrying about it alright. His strange behavior prompts you to spring up off the bed and walk your way over to his desk.

Instead of just taking a quick look at the chat, you make yourself comfortable in your boyfriend's lap. Obviously the chat goes absolutely crazy when they see you make this gesture. Choso is no doubt embarrassed but he slings an arm around your waist anyway.

"So what was the question he couldn't answer in front of me?" Prettyem0b0y22 wastes no time sending another hefty tip.

"I asked him what's his fav postion with you." When you read the whole thing aloud some giggles leave your lips.

"He likes when I ride him while facing him. For what reason? He's a titty man." Choso gasps as you expose both of you. The risks are high, anyone, literally anyone could see this clip and think something about you, but you don't care. It's your body and his, people don't have power over how you two interact with each other.

The chat explodes with all kinds of things, most are shocked emojis, while others are spamming the cherry emoji. Luckily, Choso's moderator team puts slow chat on and does a few other precautions to settle the situation.

"Baby- I- what if your family sees this? Or worse your boss?!" His concern is absolutely adorable.

"Well I guess I'd have to start a streaming channel of my own?" Everyone in his chat is totally on board with that idea. They've seen you play for Choso before and they think your commentary on games is quite funny.

"I don't want you to lose your job though." This time he whines in pure worry.

"I won't, baby. It'll be alright. Don't overthink it."

♡ 𝐓. 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

Toji's got what people want to see in model catalogs and magazines. The slutty waist, the well defined but not too defined muscles, his beautiful eyes and long lashes. Toji is a picture perfect model, which is what landed him his modeling gig and even a whole career a few years later.

A journalist, who's particularly interested in his dating life more than his modeling career asks him a bunch of dating related questions.

Some have speculated that Toji was dating, but he neither confirmed nor denied those allegations. You and Toji agreed to keep your relationship on the down low, because having a bunch of strangers in your personal business was not desirable.

The journalist woman words the questions in a way of inference.

"Assuming you had a girlfriend, Fushiguro-sama. What would your favorite position in bed be?" At first Toji groans but then when he registers the question he decides he'll answer it hypothetically when in reality it is something he likes to do with you.

"Hypothetically speaking, if I had a girlfriend my favorite position with her would be missionary, because I'd want to look at her pretty face when she's cryin' on my cock." The journalist writes that down, Toji knows everything he says will be censored but the people will still be able to figure it out.

"Missionary, really? Many people online have guessed you were a doggy-style kind of guy. Based off of your twitter statement that said and I quote 'Love it when her ass is phat. Love squeezing that thing.' End quote"

Toji lets out a deep laugh before answering the woman, "Doggy-style is for people I don't care about, people I don't want to look at, my girl- if I had a girl, she wouldn't be just any fuck."

More theories start to surface after Toji's slip up of words, and that's okay, because they don't know you and you don't know them.

divider: @/plutism

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog: Wakfu Season 2 (episodes 13-16)

Episode 13 - The Night of the Thirsters

Proof Amalia and Joris are not close friends number 829342345: if she knew the alcohol he drinks and what he considers "a clean environment to live in" she'd get scared.

WoT twitter would kill Amalia.

I know it's more likely that both alcoholic and non-alcoholic bamboo milk exists, but the thought of everyone being a-ok with Yugo underage drinking makes me giggle for some reason. Ruel would fucking do that.

Are your villains 1. indestructible, 2. want to consume something that could theoretically fix them, 3. in the process, inflict a fate worse than death upon their victim, who 4. becomes one of them?

...Necromes were a missed opportunity. Shoulda called them Wakfu Thirsters instead.

Episode 14 - The Voice Thief

It's always sad to see the way the world has been devastated by Ogrest's Chaos.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...This says:

Her singing is so cute!

She is now fully bamboo milk-pilled. GOOD.

New Krosmoz music lore: We already know that vinyls and their players exist, as well as the fact that rock music exists (due to the fact that The Blues of a Hypermage (parody of the IRL song The Blues of a Buisinessman) exists).

Now we have the confirmation that metal bands are real.

Also, electric guitars are also real.

Mics are also real. (I am totally not noting all of this down because I want to write a "Joris, Kerubim, and Atcham go to karaoke" scene in one of my fics in the future, nuh-uh...)

Hummina hummina hummina bazooooooooing! eyes pop out AROOOOOOOOGA! jaw drops tongue rolls out WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF.

It's very rare to see, within the show, characters who differ from their usual class skin and hair colours, which is a shame. (I am 99% sure this is an iop due to his clothes and his hair pointing upwards)

Text behind Eva: rien ne sert de payer il faut en fuir / there is no point in paying, you have to run away

Text behind Amalia is too shielded to transcribe fully.

This is written in Brakmarian. It says:

This means that, metal music is stereotypically a Brakmarian form of music (big news: spoon found in kitchen)

I usually don't point this sort of stuff out but, man, this tavern is really well off. Not only is there a lot of food, there are also huge hot baths...

Also, once again, canalization and running water are real in this setting.

I choose to believe that this bubble thing is the Krosmoz equivalent of vaping because it's funny.

[blushing] Would!

Jpop is real in this setting, and someday, I will be able to prove to you, that Joris is a fan of it, using some proof besides "well ecaflips are kind of japanese-coded sometimes" and "it just makes sense."

Good rooms in taverns like these not only have hot baths but also fruit, candles, and drinks... [starts writing down "Joris, Kerubim and Atcham go to an expensive tavern and start talking about some convoluted topic, with vivid descriptions of delicious fruit-eating, how good the wine is, and how soft the bubbles in the bath are" in my fic self-indulgent scene ideas document. I can live my vacation fantasies vicariously through those three men]

Of course metal music from Brakmar is about the fact that the apocalypse caused inflation and that it's Good.

This says:

ourse

olle

m al

venu

Episode 15 - Wabbit Island

Hhh she is a very good artist.

[guy who is insane voice] This means that if I ever want to use the expression "canary in a coalmine" in a fic it'll be "tofu in a coalmine" instead.

The word Sayonara exists in Krosmoz which implies that some sort of fantasy Japanese is real. Big win.

Episode 16 - The Cursed Fountain

:(

While I usually talk a lot about character parallels between Yugo and Joris (these men who had to grow up far too fast will someday commit acts which no human being can be forgiven for in the name of goodness—-) there is a lot to be said about parallels betwen Eva and Joris.

They're both artistic, kind people who try to appear logic-driven (and sadly, they are both basically the wranglers/babysitters of their entire adventuring groups).

[yoitsjay]

Wash It All Away

Pairings: Modern band Au Crosshair x Fem! Reader

Summary: Crosshair is having a hard time with some social media hate, so you take him out to get some tattoos

Warnings: social media hate, anger issues, creepy men being gross to reader, smut, face fucking, throat fucking, penis piercing, Cross is tatted AF, thigh riding, friction orgasm, porn with a plot, Band Au

Word count: 3,535

Post after post all about Crosshair’s backup vocals on a certain song. Some of the posts were supportive, others with people being horny. But all the posts he was seeing were all pure hate.

People writing about how he should just keep his mouth shut and just stand and look pretty, others saying that he had no talent at all.

He kept scrolling through these posts, getting angrier, and sadder until he read one post that just made him snap. He didn’t even read all of it, he just let out an angry shout before chucking his phone at the wall, shattering upon impact.

Crosshair cursed again as you poked your head in the room, spotting the broken phone laying on the ground, as well as the slight indent in the wall. “Is everything okay?” You asked softly as your attention was brought to Crosshair, whose hands were still clenched.

The man scowled as he looked over at you, narrowing his eyes. “What do you think.” He snapped, and you raised your hands in mock surrender as you approached him. “Talk to me Cross, what's going on?” You asked as you pulled up a seat beside him.

You knew Cross had some anger issues, but these past few weeks ever since that concert he’d been acting angrier than usual, tense and dismissive. And he had started pushing away what little of a bond you managed to establish with him ever since becoming the stage manager of The Bad Batch Band.

Crosshair said nothing, looking away from you and at the ground where his broken phone laid. However as he felt your warm hand touch his thigh, he glanced at you, then your hand, and then your face.

“Crosshair you can talk to me, it’s not healthy bottling stuff up like this.” You spoke softly, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze before you placed your hand back in your own lap. Crosshair sighed, staring at the wall as he bounced one of his legs up and down in a fast motion, a habit he often did when he sat down.

“Its-” crosshair started, a sigh cutting through his lips as he leaned back, sliding a hand through his silver hair as he tried to formulate his words to make them make sense. “Ever since that concert i see nothing but hate, all over my instagram and twitter.” He explained, turning his head to look at you now.

You had been staring intensely at him as he started to explain what had been going on, and as he carried on telling you how angry it was making him, all you did was nod, or hum in reply, letting him control the conversation. He needed your listening ear and you knew that, having been a good listener for other band members too.

When Crosshair finished speaking, you nodded again and leaned back, biting your bottom lip in thought. Your eyes then lit up as an idea popped into your mind, and you stood up abruptly, turning back to Crosshair as you offered your hand to him.

“I know something that can take your mind off all of it. You like tattoo’s right? well obviously you do because you're covered in em- anyway i had a tattoo appointment booked for two people, myself and my friend but my friend canceled on me and i can't rebook… So why don’t you come with me instead?” You asked, a small grin spreading across your lips.

Crosshair had perked up when you mentioned tattoo’s, and when you had asked if he wanted to come with and join you for this appointment, he knew he couldn’t let the opportunity slide. “You know what, sure… why not… could be fun.” He agreed, and stood up, grabbing his broken phone with a sigh.

You spoke up again, this time offering to bring him to a phone store so he could get a new one after the appointment. He accepted of course, and followed you out to your old car. He couldn’t help but wonder how you fell into this fascination of cars, but he wouldn’t ask.

Crosshair stayed silent as you drove to downtown LA where you had booked the tattoo appointment. Traffic slowed down the time it took to get there but you had turned on the radio so you and Crosshair weren’t just sitting in awkward silence.

“So- the tattoo shop is local, kind of a hidden gem so it's not super populated… I don’t like crowded shops, and I figured you'd like a quiet place to relax after what's been happening.” You spoke up, glancing over at him for a moment, gripping the wheel of your car a bit tighter.

“Cool.” was all he muttered in response.

Soon you reached the tattoo parlor, making your way inside with a wide smile. “Hey danny!” You greeted happily as you walked inside, Crosshair close behind you. “Hey Y/n, ready for the duo tattoo?” The woman- danny- asked as she moved from behind the front desk. “Or did you wanna change it to a couples tattoo? there's a discount.” Danny mentioned, nonchalantly assuming that you and Crosshair were-

“Oh! no no we’re not together. Nooo way” You spoke up quickly, covering your embarrassment with a nervous laugh. “I'll stick with the duo appointment but I'm gonna do a different tattoo than what we discussed.” You explained, and Danny nodded, leading you and Crosshair to the back rooms where only one other person was being tattooed.

“Okay, well there is one sterilized station. You can get comfy in mine.” Danny told you, looking over at Crosshair. “Once I'm done with her I'll clean up and we can talk about what you want done. Did you have any specific design you wanted?” Danny asked Crosshair, who hummed before speaking up.

“Not sure yet.. But we’ll figure it out.” He drawled out, glancing towards you as you fidgeted. He tilted his head, but said nothing as he sat down at one of the benches close to you.

You followed suit, and got comfortable as you pulled out your phone to show Danny the designs. It wasn’t a large design, something small and simplistic but you wanted it in a more private place. The tattoo itself consisted of a string of your favorite flowers with little skulls poking out from behind random flowers.

“I uh- kind of wanted the tattoo to sit on my hip bone. And I know that hurts like- a lot so i was gonna ask for numbing gel if possible.” You requested as you slowed her the picture. Danny hummed and nodded her head. “Are you sure? even with the gel that placement is gonna hurt, and i know you’ve got that pretty bad fear of needles, and pain.” She replied, wanting to know that you were absolutely sure about the placement.

You nodded. “yes- i'm sure.” You confirmed, and Danny gestured for you to stand up so you did. "Okay, you’ll need to lower your pants so I can get to your hip bone.” She stated, and you glanced over to Crosshair who was staring at you intently. He smirked when he caught your gaze. “carry on, don’t mind me doll” He spoke up in such a teasing tone.

You huffed but pulled your pants down, tossing them to Crosshair who caught them with ease. You climbed back onto the leather seat bed, laying on your side to where you were facing crosshair.

You were wearing a thong, your mistake clearly as crosshair couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Not like you didn’t mind, you wouldn’t ignore the interest you’ve had for him during the past few months.

You let out a soft sigh, lowering the upper strap of your underwear to wear it rested on your mid thigh instead. Danny brought over a sheet with a large hole cut into it, laying it over you so you were a bit more covered, but the area that would be tattooed would be exposed.

“Ready?” Danny asked, and you nodded. She wiped the area clean with an alcohol wipe, and got the ink and machine ready, sitting behind you as she pressed the stencil to your thigh, the design now on the desired place.

Danny turned on the machine, and brought it close to your thigh. And as soon as the needle hit your skin you let out a yelp of pain, and did your best not to flinch. Crosshair had winced when he heard your yelp of pain, concern flashing across his features for only a moment before he continued observing you.

Your pain tolerance wasn't bad, but your fear of needles and major pain kind of combined into one ultimate horror for you. Your hands were shaking as you held them close to your chest, and your eyes were squeezed shut as you occasionally let out whimpers of pain.

But every noise you made, every sound of discomfort made Crosshair antsy. He didn’t want to see you in pain. Now he could handle it. He had given himself multiple tattoo’s as well as having gotten big professional ones done. He could handle the pain because he was used to it. But you had very few tattoos, and they were only on more squishy surfaces, like your upper arm or your mid thigh.

Crosshair bit down on his lip as he watched you, a louder groan falling from your lips. He then moved forward, sitting on a stool beside you as he reached over and gently grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly. “Hey, squeeze my hand doll, I've got you.” He murmured.

Your eyes shot open as you stared at him in disbelief, before squeezing his hand like he suggested. Your grip was strong, but not crushing. So for hours while you sat and endured the pain of getting tattooed on your hip bone, Crosshair distracted you, and talked with you and eventually you couldn’t feel the pain, so engrossed in conversation with the guitarist as he explained the difference between a bunch of different types of guitars.

Then he explained some of his tattoo’s to you. Some of them didn’t have meanings, but others did, like a stick and poke tattoo of The Bad Batch Band insignia, the half skull with the numbers 99 underneath them. He and his brothers were only teens when he did the stick and poke Tattoos but each of them had one except for Echo, who had been a later addition to the band.

Before you knew it the Tattoo was done, and Danny had cleaned it up before gently wrapping it in the second skin and some bandages. She patted your shoulder and leaned back. “You're done girl, good job. It looks amazing.” She said, showing you a picture she took before wrapping it up.

You grinned, nodding in satisfaction. “Perfect.”

You turned to look at Crosshair, pulling him into a tight hug that lasted only a few seconds before you let him go. “Thank you Cross.” You muttered. He only nodded, looking away from you as he tried to hide the blush that rose to his cheeks. Danny cleaned up the area and soon he was down under the needle too, having described a random skull design that he had been thinking of getting as an addition to his arm sleeve.

He had no reaction to the pain, which you were in awe of. But in order to get the tattoo he had to remove his shirt, so you took your time admiring every single tattoo on his upper body, as well as the abs that decorated his torso. He was well built, lankier than you were used to in men, but not unhealthy either. He was- well,

Hot. And the nipple piercings that hung from each nipple (Obviously) just added to that attractiveness.

“You're staring.” Crosshair spoke up, amusement clear in his tone as he smirked at you as you snapped out of your little reverie, standing straight as you cleared your throat. “WHat? pah- i wasn't- i wasn’t staring, whaaat? your crazy-” You stammered, lowering your voice as you trailed off, looking away from Crosshair as his tattoo was finished, and when he was satisfied with how it turned out, Danny wrapped it with the same thing she wrapped your tattoo with.

“Alright, to the front then!” The woman exclaimed, and you followed her out with Crosshair not far behind. Danny told you the total for both tattoo’s, but before you could get your card, Crosshair had already wiped his out and had paid for yours and his. “Crosshair wha-”

“Don’t worry about it doll, you were right about the tattoo making me feel better. So this is… thank you. You could say.” He explained as he put his card back into his wallet, grinning down at you. “My god Cross-” You muttered, waving to Danny as you walked out to your car.

However, before you could get inside you heard a few catcalls coming from the sidewalk, you turned around, eyebrows furrowed as you spotted three men, obviously drunk, ogling at you. “Damn girl! wanna come home with me? you’d like it!” One of them shouted. You scrunch your nose and shake your head. “No thank you, I'm fine right where I am.” You huffed.

“Awe come on sexy! don’t you wanna have some fun?” The second man asked. You were about to deny them again, until you felt an arm snake around your waist, crosshair now pulling you into him. “She said she’s not interested. Now fuck off.” Crosshair practically growled, the noise sending fire through your core.

“Man whatever! go enjoy your whore then!” The third man scoffed, and Crosshair stepped forward, about to get violent if you had not tugged his arm and pulled him back towards you.

“Enough, they’re not worth your energy.” You huffed, staring up into his eyes as he stared down at you. “And what is?” He asked, even closer to you now, the tension between you and him thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Me.” You whispered, and his eyes widened slightly before he just smirked. “My place or yours?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes. “Mine.” You started, pushing him back with a playful grin as you slid into your car.

smut under the cut

The drive to your condo was short, since you had lived just on the outskirts of downtown LA. During the ride, crosshair couldn’t keep his hand off you, having it resting on your thigh, squeezing, and rubbing patterns into the fabric of your jeans before moving his fingers closer and closer to your cunt, which was already aching for him.

The minute you got in your door he was pressed against you, trapping you against the wall with his lips against yours in a heated kiss. He bit at your bottom lip, and you gasped which was quickly cut off as his tongue slid into your mouth. You hummed, feeling a metal piercing in the center of his tongue.

It made you wonder just how many other piercings he had hidden away.

Crosshair tapped your thigh, and held it up, and you got the hint to jump, so you wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting yourself up as his arm went under your ass, the other wrapped around your back for support as he continued kissing you.

Eventually the kiss broke apart, but he didn’t pull away from you, biting into the soft skin of your neck, and shoulders. He ground his hips into you, a soft gasp leaving your lips upon impact. “Oh fuck- Cross-” You whimpered, angling your hips to gain more friction.

Crosshair pulled his head back, staring into your eyes, his own filled with lust. “Do you have any idea how much i’ve wanted to just bend you over and fuck you silly?” He drawled out, nipping at your earlobe, drawing out another gasp.

“N-no-” You stammered, taking fistfulls of his shirt into your hands as he carried you to the couch, sitting down with you on top of him. “Fuck there’s so much i want to do to you doll” He groaned, adjusting your position so your clothed pussy was pressing into your thigh. The combined friction of your clothes, and the pressure he was adding made you moan.

“That’s it baby… Be a good girl and ride my thigh, make yourself cum.” He growled, palming himself through his jeans as you nodded, and obeyed.

You rocked your hips back and forth, but started getting frustrated quickly, so you stood up abruptly, being careful with your tattoo as you pulled off your pants, and planted yourself back onto him. You left your thong on, and gasped when crosshair grabbed the band around your waist, pulling up so it rubbed against your clit again and again as you rolled your hips and grinded into him.

Your moans started getting louder, as did his own but he was nowhere near close, just enjoying the show you were putting on for him, until eventually that feeling that was building up in your belly had snapped, and with a loud whine you came, your juices flowing out, having created a large wet spot in the fabric on his thigh.

Crosshair chuckled, watching as you got down on your knees in front of him. He lifted his hips, and with your help his pants slid off, and you eagerly tossed them, as well as his boxers somewhere else. Crosshair was lengthy, but average in thickness. And at the top of his pink swollen tip, rested a shiny piercing.

“Oh my…” You trailed off, gawking at the presentation of it all. You shuffled forward, grasping his cock in your hands as you stroked him slowly at first, before placing teasing kisses up his shaft. You licked around him, avoiding everywhere but the piercing, until you had leaned more forward, flicking your tongue against the piercing and against the slit at the top of his cock.

Crosshair inhaled sharply, his hands flying to your hair as he gripped it, drawing out a moan from your lips as he tugged. You took him further down your throat, relaxing yourself before you pulled back.

“Fuck my throat.” You demanded, and Crosshair couldn’t say no.

He stood up, pulling you to the couch as he laid you down, positioning himself where you and him would both be comfortable before his pierced cock poked at your lips.

You opened your mouth wide, and he shoved himself inside you, his balls hitting your nose for a moment before he pulled out. He started slow for a moment, but when you gave him a thumb’s up he couldn’t stop himself, and he mercilessly fucked your throat, squeezing his hands around it to add some pressure, which made you and him groan, him much louder a the vibrations your moan sent up his cock, plus that pressure he added.

he continued this as his own orgasm was building up, choking out more words as he squeezed your neck a bit harder. You were crying at this point, but it had felt so good that you didn’t even care. “I'm gonna-” Crosshair cursed, and you gave him another weak thumbs up. You heard his chuckle, but it only lasted a few seconds before he moaned, and you felt his hot white cum shoot down your throat as he thrusted as deep as he could.

You swallowed everything to the best of your ability before you started to choke, and you patted his thigh. Crosshair pulled out and you shot up, coughing and gasping for air. Crosshair was immediately beside you, rubbing your shoulders and pressing soft kisses against your bruised skin.

Slowly you caught your breath, and you turned back to him with a grin. Cross reciprocated it, raising his hand up to your face as he gently wiped away your tears. “Come on, let's get cleaned up… where's your shower?” He asked, and you tried to speak but your voice was hoarse. You chuckled, and pointed to the bathroom in the hallway, getting up and leading him towards it.

You and Cross showered together, and he couldn’t help himself as he ended up fingering you again. before fucking you silly against the shower tiles. But afterwards he just washed your body, his hands gentle instead of rough like he was before.

And soon you and Crosshair were cuddling up in your bed, his head resting on your chest, your fingers playing with his hair. “So, are you gonna take me out on a date after your next concert?” You kidded, but Crosshair didn’t object to the idea. “if you want. Or I can just make a mess of you and we cook at home and call it a date.” He joked back, and you rolled your eyes, tugging on his hair to which he groaned, and nipped at the skin of your breast

You squealed, lowering your head as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, humming after it was broken. “I’d like that…” You trailed off, letting your eyes flutter closed as Crosshair held you close.

You could get used to this.

➺

Tag lists:

Crosshair tag:

@nyctophobiart

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[iwanthermidnightz]

Just a few excerpts below, but please read the full article, it’s really good!

In their live shows and on The Record, the group take turns singing lead vocals, meaning they regularly get to stand a couple of feet away from the spotlight – which I sense is a more natural position for each of them. “[Touring is] way more fun together, and easy together,” says Dacus, addressing her bandmates. “It’s cute watching y’all have your little bit during ‘Cool About It’, and when you look at each other in ‘Anti-Curse’, I have no choice but to stan.” As a band, they share the weight of responsibility that they usually have to shoulder alone.

The crowds are so deeply engaged, not just because of the emotionally devastating content of the songs, but because of what Boygenius represents. They are a queer-identifying, all-female rock group in 2023, triumphantly landing themselves in spaces that used to be dominated entirely by straight men, such as their Rolling Stone cover earlier this year, in which they playfully replicated a classic 1994 photoshoot of Nirvana in business suits. And it’s not just that: they are rock stars in a very traditional sense – as their bombastic, thrashy live show, replete with stage diving et al, goes to show – who also sing songs every night about how much they love and appreciate one another. “We talk to each other about our feelings and process emotions as adults,” Baker says. “Instead of screaming at each other and throwing handles of vodka backstage.”

The band’s willingness to step up and wade into political issues has further solidified the bond they’ve formed with their fans. Earlier this summer, they performed in drag in Tennessee to protest against the state’s anti-LGBTQ+ and anti-drag laws. In May last year, when it was leaked that Roe v Wade would be overturned by the US Supreme Court, Bridgers shared on Twitter that she had undergone an abortion the previous year, alongside a link to a donation page. Young, vulnerable people are seeing their favourite rock band stand up for them – it’s powerful, and the love and appreciation the fans feel for that is clear during the live shows. At concerts throughout the year so far, there have been reports of people throwing things at artists – phones, wheels of brie, their dead mother’s ashes – but at Boygenius gigs, fans throw pink carnations, in reference to a line that Dacus sings in “We’re in Love” (“I’ll be the boy with the pink carnation pinned to my lapel”). “We’ve given a lot of who we are as people in our art, through interviews and social media,” Dacus says. “I think that’s maybe the silver lining of the parasocial relationship; they might want to treat us the way they treat their friends, instead of a mysterious, untouchable, unfazeable, unhurtable thing.”

Boygenius know that they’re speaking to – and at times, for – an underrepresented group, and it’s a point of great pride, a driving force in their work. “Being into our band is a dog whistle for the kind of kid that has similar interests,” says Baker.

“Like a sensitive gay baby,” adds Dacus.

“That is what makes [the job] meaningful to me,” says Baker. “To be away from my family when they need me to be there, to be doing things that I find inane or self-serving. I’m like, ‘Dang, look at all those kids’. Like, actually, there’s 25,000 little gay kids out there who’ve heard us talk about things like: be inside of your life. Pay attention to your friends. It’s worth it to live.”

The group have become the role models they wished they had themselves when they were growing up. “I think that if I had more queer and trans idols when I was younger, it would have felt more normal to me to engage with those things,” Dacus says. “And it’s gotten to the point of silliness, all of our stage antics and kissing at most of the shows, but I wish I had seen playful, joyful depictions of queerness.”

[ace-malarky]

intro post 2024

sup lads, it's been like two years and I figured the pinned post probably needed updating

wait it has almost exactly been two years that's hilarious

Anyway. some things haven't changed. Name's still Ace, no matter what I write on the notes I send to my old library

I'm always up for tag games and random asks!! throw 'em my way as you like :3

pronouns are in flux! predominantly they/them, sometimes it, occasionally he. It varies on the bit, but you probably can't go wrong tbh

we're - we're going to say early 30s. it's not wrong and it's better than this being outdated in a little over three weeks when it all changes once again

no I did not plan this, no I can't do a basic formal outline, I have to ramble. what did you think i wrote for.

Other Places I Can Be Found include twitter & instagram under more or less the same username

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Writing Focuses!

Everything is fantasy, everything is queer. Excerpts can be found under Writing Pieces

I'm largely jumping around between vaguely connected scenes and character work right now, but there's definitely a pattern!

mainly;

Soul of the Party - when a series of mysterious thefts sweep across town in the weeks before the annual tournament, Solaris is removed from the duelling tournament to avoid bringing attention to his cousin's family. Instead, he and his cousin and a band of Feral Mages investigate on their own and find a plot targetting one thief from Off-World (ft. four separate magic types, light crime, sword fights, mistaken (secret) identity, curiosity almost killing the cat)

Shapeshifter WIP - when things start getting tense between neighbouring countries, Syn volunteers to slip across the border and pass information back in an attempt to avert the looming war. They may have underestimated how hard it was going to be to go back when no one recognises them and their own best friend hates them (ft. pining, friends-to-lovers of the star crossed variety, hand wavy world building, questionable morality, questionable spying techniques, A Certain Level of Dumbassery, some Fucked Up Shapeshifting)

Dumb of Ass, Snake of Tits - a DnD story of a dragonborn monk who leaves their monastery to see the world, ends up with a Morally Dubious Courtesan for a travelling companion, gets cursed (twice), has a slight corruption arc, but somehow still comes out better than they started and with a boyfriend to boot (ft. travelling, fights, the unwillingness to wear a shirt in camp and making that everyone else's problem, other uses for bras when you don't have tits, revenge, What Sharp Teeth You Have, unquestioning kindness until it isn't kind, overthinking but eventually manage to communicate about it, slight pining, one vaguely horny dragon)

@dorksndisasters for the not-technically-dnd campaign that I run! The full first draft of the first arc is up there and I am currently editing to make it less stilted and transcriby

and, you know, the usual. Fair Folk, Superheroes, Pirates, Time Travel, WereCreatures, Winged Folk, Storytellers, Dragons, Vampires, Curses, Even More DnD. All of the WIPS can be found on this page and some of them are in this definitely out of date post here

I'm always up for answering questions about any of them, even if some haven't been touched in literal years. They're still growing mould somewhere in there. Branching out in ways I didn't conceive of.

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World Building

also a big ol' thing here, the main tag is world building but that isn't just my stuff in there, it's also a lot of reblogs

largely centered around the Mist Worlds which is where most of my WIPs are set. There is an Overview post, a Magic post, a bit on the Mist Itself, and also the Worlds (and a page where this is collated)

some bits are incredibly handwavy and made up on the fly, other bits I have been thinking Too Much about for Too Long

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Characters

Oh boy we got 'em. Occasionally can be found via rambles on Sundays under the tag So It Ends

Syn and Maverick are competing for blorbo of the year right now and if a wip or specific characters aren't mentioned, these are probably who I'll answer ask games for

Syn - a distractable and mischievous shapeshifter who volunteers to be a spy because "pretending to be someone else is what I do" no we're not going to unpack that right now. they/them, big fan of antlers. also goes by Val or Lance

Maverick - a frost dragonborn who's a little bit naive to the ways of the world and prefers to assume the best of people if they can. Likes to help, doesn't question as much as they should. Not quite an "everything happens for a reason" mentality, but certainly thinks that they got what they deserved at points. they/them, has been known to act without thinking on a number of occasions

[aung-khant-kyaw]

How Crowdsourcing Changed the Game for All of Us

Ever paused to think about how much we rely on each other online? From solving global crises to deciding what LEGO set to buy next, crowdsourcing isn’t just a fancy word—it’s a whole vibe. It's proof that when humans come together (even virtually), incredible things can happen. Let’s dive into how crowdsourcing is shaking things up everywhere—from disasters to hobbies.

So, What’s the Deal With Crowdsourcing?

Imagine asking a group of strangers on the internet to help you finish a project. Weird, right? But that’s basically what crowdsourcing is. Instead of depending on one person or a tiny team, you reach out to a “crowd” to pitch in ideas, funds, or even manual work.

It’s not new (the Oxford English Dictionary has been crowdsourcing since the 1800s!), but the internet has made it huge. These days, it’s in everything—from tracking hurricanes to deciding which potato salad gets funded on Kickstarter (yes, that actually happened).

Saving the Day With Crowdsourcing

When disasters hit, crowdsourcing shines. Remember the 2011 Japan tsunami? Regular people with smartphones became on-the-ground reporters, sharing real-time updates about what was happening where. Platforms like OpenStreetMap let volunteers map out affected areas, showing people which roads were blocked and where to find safety.

Then there’s Ushahidi, a super cool tool that maps crisis data. It was used in Kenya to track election violence and has since been a lifesaver—literally—during disasters. People can report what they’re seeing, and voilà, you’ve got a clear picture of what’s happening.

And it’s not just about information. Crowdfunding platforms like GoFundMe are lifesavers too. After the earthquake in Palu, Indonesia, donations poured in to help victims rebuild their lives. It’s amazing how strangers band together when it really matters.

LEGO Bricks and Big Ideas

Okay, let’s talk about something less serious for a second: LEGO. Did you know the company has a crowdsourcing platform called LEGO Ideas? Fans submit their designs, and if enough people vote for them, LEGO might turn them into actual sets. And yes, the creators get paid (royalties, baby!).

This isn’t just good business for LEGO—it’s a great way to keep fans engaged and creative. Plus, how cool is it to walk into a store and see something you made on the shelves?

Social Media: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Social media has taken crowdsourcing to the next level. Take the 2021 White Flag Movement in Malaysia. People who were struggling during COVID-19 lockdowns put up white flags outside their homes to signal they needed help. Social media spread the word, and soon, neighbors and strangers were pitching in with food and supplies.

But there’s a flip side. Crowdsourced info isn’t always accurate. We’ve all seen how quickly fake news can spread. Platforms like Twitter and Facebook have had to step up their game to fact-check posts, but the question remains: how much can we trust crowdsourced data?

Crowdsourcing: A Blessing or a Curse?

Crowdsourcing has its challenges. Some platforms rely on unpaid contributions, which can feel exploitative. And while we love the internet for bringing people together, it’s not always fair. Sometimes, a few voices dominate, drowning out the rest.

But despite its flaws, crowdsourcing is a game-changer. It’s democratized creativity, disaster response, and even fundraising. It’s proof that when people come together—whether for fun or survival—there’s nothing we can’t do.

Final Thoughts

Crowdsourcing is here to stay, and honestly, we’re better for it. Whether it’s funding indie films on Kickstarter or mapping flood zones to save lives, the crowd has power. So, the next time you chip in on a group project (IRL or online), remember: you’re part of something much bigger.

References

Brabham, D. C. (2013). Crowdsourcing. Cambridge, MA: MIT Press.

Howe, J. (2006). The Rise of Crowdsourcing. Wired.

OpenStreetMap. Retrieved from https://www.openstreetmap.org.

LEGO Ideas. Retrieved from https://ideas.lego.com.

Crowdsourcing Week. Using Crowdsourcing to Combat Coronavirus.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi BPP! I’ve been thinking a lot about BTS’ career moves these past years and what Tae said in their Burn the Stage docu about reaching heights faster if they wanted, but they wanted to do things their own way. I feel like they could have become more mainstream or at least bigger (if that was even possible lmao) if they had decided to, just to name a few

1. Officially sign with a US label, not just the distribution one they had with Columbia

2. Released a full english album back in 2018 and releasing English singles every year after

3. Did payola to get the BB100 number #1s faster

4. They could’ve just toured the past few years (if covid didn’t exist or if they had… different sensibilities) and earned billions of money. And ARMY would’ve celebrated too, I don’t think the fandom would’ve care if we had no new music since a BTS live show is something we’re always hungry for

5. Capitalized on Dynamite and Butter even more, instead of releasing BE and Proof

Basically, do whatever USA artists are doing now.

In fact, they deliberately seemed to choose to do stuff that made things harder for them. I think this concept of fairness and doing things the right way has been simultaneously been a boon and a curse for them. A boon because they would’ve been absolutely crushed if it came out that they had underhanded tactics but because they’re squeaky clean, the most people have had to say is that ARMYs are bots LMAO. A curse because they truly could’ve achieved even more if they had done things the way most artists do it.

I think it’s really interesting that BTS has always been careful to not slip up for both the optics, but also because I think it’s just part of their creed as a band, and a part of their personalities as individual people. I will never forget about Jin’s speech back in 2019 where he gently reminded everyone that it’s better to do music honestly instead of doing sajaegi, which is doubly more poignant considering the amount of shit they got for unfounded sajaegi accusations.

Idk, I just have a lot of respect for them for sticking to their guns. I feel like Hybe would be open to a lot of the business tactics above but I think BTS themselves are the ones who put their foot down. It’s impossible for me to think otherwise especially because of Namjoon’s statement from FESTA this year: I wish we could continue to perform sincerely and talk like this without thinking about the rules of the world. It was heart wrenching. It just makes sense considering the statements he’s made over the years.

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Hi Anon,

I agree 100%.

These boys have been accused of Epstein-level crimes since they popped on the scene in 2013. Some years back I used to find it amusing how people seemed so eager to catch them in some kind of slip up, how k-pop stans would be in forums tallying up their music core points to prove fraud...

It was lame, of course. But that's just the sort of thing k-pop stans of Big 3 groups, groups that were constantly bouncing from one drug scandal to another fraud investigation to Lord knows what else every few months, would do to smaller 'squeaky clean' groups. K-pop Twitter wasn't a thing back then so that's how people passed the time. BTS was often a target and each time, k-pop stans would come up with nothing. Even after escalating their accusations to the Korean president's office.

It's been interesting seeing the theories they've come up with to explain the lack of dirt on BTS including, (1) Hybe owning Dispatch, (2) Hybe owning Mnet, (3) Hybe buying up MAMA, (4) ARMYs blackmailing journalists, (5) Hybe buying Harvard shares (lol), (6) BTS dating chaebols, (7) ARMYs being a well-networked cult that buries everything bad about BTS, (8) BTS members funding album purchases, (9) BTS all being asexual, and so on and so forth.

Ngl I enjoy reading the theories.

But on a more serious note, and to tie in to your ask, BTS are not stupid. They, more than anyone, know that even though 90% of the industry uses payola tactics and media-play to get ahead, the minute BTS lean too heavily on those methods they'll be made an example of. It's the model minority conundrum within a k-pop context writ large. It's why despite ARMYs not doing anything other fandoms aren't doing, ARMYs in fact choosing not to employ tactics in fandoms such as Bad Bunny's, TSwift's, and BP's, ARMYs are still the most heavily scrutinized. Lol.

One thing that makes me chuckle when I see k-pop commentators waxing lyrical about BTS's rise to the top and why they dominated in ways no one else has, is that none of these people seem to realize that in addition to the barriers put on BTS, the group deliberately handicapped themselves in many ways.

I don't know about you, but I'm ready for the guys to just say fuck it. I'd like to see what it looks like for HYBE to deliver all the tools at their disposal for ARMYs to use, let's see what happens when 10+ versions of whatever American artist is in the running with 10+ versions of a BTS release, with the same playlisting/radio considerations et al.

I expect that over the next two years with the members' solo roll-outs and with other groups under their manangement, HYBE will be doing a lot of experimenting. Seeing what's tolerated and what works.

In 2026 the world will be a very different place, but somehow I think it will be the perfect time to see what a no fucks given BTS looks like.

[theepsizet]

FNAF: SECURITY BREACH CARTOON THOUGHTS PART 4

Holy shit, okay this is Freddy and Friends Episode 4 Theories and MY GOD THIS IS WILD.

Regarding the cartoon:

The order is different, and the purple glitch is more evident now (we’ll get back to this shortly)

The cartoon begins with the end-sequence of the van driving, then switches to the van driving into the dark creepy caverns.

Chica still asks Foxy if they want to join the band (or rather clucks) but instead of running comedically, Freddy turns around and asks if he needs a helping hand. He then gives Foxy a pizza slice, to which he softens a bit and gladly joins the band, playing an accordion (kind of like Rockstar Foxy, if you think about it; maybe its a cheeky reference?)

(Side-note: The way Freddy says “need a hand” is actually much creepier than the child-friendly aspect of the cartoons. This could be the result of the purple glitch, although... he could just finally embrace the fact that he’s simply a cartoon version of his animatronic self. Ah, what an icon [obvious snarkniess implied])

The ending showcases Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie all walking in the endless nights, with the song’s lyrics being slightly harder to make out.

Screenshots:

I, honest to god, don’t think this character is Vanessa. It can’t possibly be Vanessa’s, due to her eyes being a constant shade of green. And since color palette’s in characters are supposed to showcase different shades of the same color depending on the lighting, it would make very little sense for her green eyes to look amber in a purple lighting. Rather it would be almost a green-brown, at best.

[[EDIT: OK, so I ended up discovering something mega crucial to the Vanny-Vanessa connection; check this post for further information!]]

There are two options over this person’s identity: Gregory and Vanny

Judging by the hairstyle, I’d have to say this is Gregory and the eyes almost looked shocked, as though he had been caught (though why his eyes are amber is a little bit confusing, maybe for dramatic effect?). This is evident by Freddy’s dialogue in the cartoon, a possible clue that Glamrock Freddy is going to be an ally, and one of the main protagonists. Granted the “need a hand” is a joke about Foxy’s hook, but still a subtle clue nonetheless.

(official merchandise screenshot from the Freddy-Fazbears-pizza wiki)

For the person to be Vanny, then it would explain something related to her connection with the Princess Quest minigame theory. Vanny is mind-controlled by Glitchtrap, and thus is only able to do what he says. Her eye expression seem to indicate that, yes, she is trapped and is looking for help. Perhaps its a subconscious warning to the audience: don’t listen to Glitchtrap, you’re going to regret it. That is, if this person is Vanny... which, judging by further screenshots below, seems to be the most likely case.

Also, the fact that there is a night guard called Vanessa prompts another theory: Vanny used Vanessa’s identify to break into the Mega Pizza Plex undetected, resulting in a security breach where Vanessa was called over to figure out what the hell is going on. Gregory might be hiding from her because he possibly doesn’t know if he can trust her, OR he wants to stop Glitchtrap and doesn’t want to be taken home yet. Or Vanessa is also mind-controlled. There’s a lot of probabilities.

(This is Kane Carter’s, creator of the Popgoes fangame, recreation of the glitchy Glitchtrap seen in the cartoon, posted on his twitter (click da link))

Vanny asking if we are having fun is by the far the scariest thing in the cartoon. Not to mention the lighting makes her costume similar to the rabbit mask at the end of Help Wanted’s DLC: The Curse of Dreadbear.

So, the purple glitch... and the Glitchtrap, uh, glitches (heh-heh)

Vanny and Glitchtrap are slowly corrupting the system, and since Vanny possibly learned how to hack through Glitchtrap (she was a beta tester in Help Wanted after all) its hinting that we’re not just closer to the game being released, but Vanny really does have total control of the system in the Mega pizza plex. Basically, the only way to destroy Glitchtrap is to destroy the system, and unfortunately this could lead to catastrophic consequences for Gregory if he wants to escape.

This actually might be why Vanessa (presumably) says that Gregory needs to get out by morning. Something is going to happen, and Gregory could either get hurt or worse, die if he doesn’t escape.

Final points of notice:

The numbers are now 1-?-1-?-21. The fact that its “21″ is mentioned means that, yes, this is a date. Not only that, but the game is going to release someone either in November 10-19 or December 10-19, as its October 19th and Security Breach can’t possibly release now, just before Halloween.

[cyncerity]

Hiya!!

I hope you get this ask in good health! I hope you're doing well today too! <3

Anyways, I'd like to request something!

Maybe some G!Tommy and T!SBI+Beeduo fluff? and maybe soft noms included if you want to add that in, you don't have to if you aren't comfortable though!

Hi!! I’m doing good, and I hope you are, too, thank you for caring!!

Always up for soft noms <3

Gonna be honest: I didn’t know how to incorporate SBI and BeeDuo noms into one story so have 2 mini drabbles cause I’m unoriginal (which is also why it took so long sorry again)

Also I warned y’all a while ago that I would write a hide and seek oneshot lmao

Also also sorry for the lack of dialogue-

Tw: Soft vore in both stories. If you don’t like it, don’t read it <3

It had been a long day of work for Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo. They had been working on fixing up Snowchester all day, and they were exhausted. At least, Tubbo and Ranboo were. The work hadn’t been too difficult for Tommy given his giant size, the snow had just been a pain in the ass. He didn’t understand why anyone chose to live in the freezing cold, he was miserable after having been outside for only a day. But he helped because of how Tubbo and Ranboo planned to “pay” him. The thought brought a smile to his face as he watched the goat hybrid finish fixing a creeper hole as his husband placed a berry bush on top of it. He leaned over the two teenagers both looking absolutely beat from the work they’d done today. Tommy set his hands next to the pair who climbed on quickly, ready to fulfill their end of the deal if it meant having a quiet warm place to sleep.

The giant lifted them up slowly before opening his mouth and gently sliding them in, quickly noticing how cold his friends felt against his tongue. All the more reason to get them to warmth quicker. Tommy tilted his head back slowly, resting his fingers against his throat as he felt both hybrids slip down his esophagus. He followed their path down to his stomach after they fell past his collarbones, hyper aware of their place in his chest because of the shiver the two freezing teenagers sent down his spine. When they finally reached his stomach they laid back and fell asleep almost immediately, Tommy feeling the light movement of the rise and fall of their chests against his stomach walls and hearing their soft snores echo slightly throughout his belly.

He smiled as he began to slowly make his way home, careful not to sway or wake his friends as he enjoyed the soft sway of their weight on his way home. When he finally got home he climbed into his bed as carefully as he could manage, tucking his knees to his chest in an attempt to curl around his friends. He fell asleep with a hand resting over his stomach in a protective manner, a smile on his face, though he knew he’d deny it in the morning. All he knew now though was how lucky he was to have friends like this. And unbeknownst to him, Tubbo and Ranboo fell asleep thinking the same exact thing.

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Tommy walked down the hallways of his family’s house as quietly as he could, quickly sweeping around every corner in a desperate attempt to notice any small movements out of the corner of his eye. His family had this sort of weekly tradition of hide-and-seek, but with a twist most other families can’t manage. Part of the fun of having a family of sizeshifters: hide and seek becomes a lot more interesting. At least, if you’re the seeker. Tommy had never been good at hiding: he currently had a streak of about 7 weeks being the first one caught. Not that he was complaining, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing to be caught first. It meant more room to himself before whoever was seeking that night found the other two, with the unfortunate side effect of also being made fun of by his older brothers for being caught first. But tonight was different: he was the seeker. He was gonna win.

All of a sudden, he saw something flying out of the corner of his eye. He sprung into action as he ran to grab it out of the air before it could get to a different hiding spot, almost falling over as he grabbed it and lost his balance. He opened his palm to see his father; no surprise there, he was the only one who could fly. But he was also usually the last found, his wings giving him the hiding advantage. And Tommy caught him first. Tommy gave the smaller man a smug grin as Phil sat up slowly in his sons hand, the sudden grab out of their air making him dizzy. When he looked up at his sons stupid, shit-eating grin, he flipped him off and laid back in his hand, making his son burst into laughter at the gesture.

Tommy took this as a sign of begrudging readiness as he slipped Phil into his mouth, quickly swallowing the smaller hybrid as he started to look for his oldest brother, knowing that if this was where Phil hid, Techno would be around here, too.

“Techno...” Tommy called out as soon as Phil dropped into his stomach, allowing him to speak again. “Come on out, I don’t bite...”

He continued to tease him for a few minutes longer, probably not doing a great job as he was somewhat distracted by the weight in his gut, when he saw a quick blur of pink top of the fridge.

Tommy moved slowly towards the fridge. There wasn’t a fast enough way down from there, Techno must’ve thought he hadn’t been paying attention. In an instant, Tommy jumped up and grabbed Techno off the fridge and put him in his mouth, effectively capturing his brother while simultaneously scaring the shit out of him if the yelp he let out was any evidence. He could hear his fathers laughter as he swallowed the piglin, who struggled all the way down and began to half-heartedly punch at Tommy’s stomach walls in a playful manner once he fell into the organ. Tommy resisted laughing and instead poked his midsection where he could feel Techno, and in turn felt it when he knocked Techno over. He ignored the harder laughter from his father and string of curse words Techno threw at him as he started to look for Wilbur.

2 down, 1 to go. He went through the living room, bathrooms, and bedrooms with no sign of the tiny until he eventually stopped in the kitchen. He had to be in here.

And he was, Tommy noticed surprisingly quickly. Wilbur was simply out in the open, standing behind the faucet to the sink, leaning one of the knobs. It probably would have seemed suspicious to anyone that wasn’t Tommy. So he walked up to Wilbur who stared him down with a smug confidence no one who was about to get eaten should have, whether or not they knew it was safe. It wasn’t until Tommy reached for Wil that he understood why he had the level of confidence.

As soon as he hand was close enough, Wilbur shifted his weight on the knob so it turned the sink on, the rubber band around the sink’s alternate shower head turning it on, spraying Tommy with water as he yelled in surprise. Wilbur watched from behind the sink, laughing to himself as Tommy desperately tried to turn the hose off without spraying himself in the eyes.

He eventually managed to turn the sink off, and Wilbur couldn’t help but laugh at the death glare Tommy gave him in return. The tiny was lifted up to Tommy’s eye level by the back of his shirt, still looking not at all concerned. “You little shit, you’re drying all this off when I let you out.”

Wilbur shrugged as Tommy sighed in annoyance, lifted the tiny higher and dropping him into his mouth, even using his teeth to slightly chew on his brother. He hadn’t gotten to taste the other two because of the rush he had put himself through trying to find them all quickly, so he let himself enjoys Wil’s taste as he made his was back to his room. Wil didn’t care, either. He knew that Tommy wouldn’t hurt him, and he knew he’d probably be messed with a little extra due to his prank, but he didn’t care, Tommy’s face had been priceless.

Tommy eventually relented to sending Wilbur down to be with the rest of his family as he sat down on his bed, scrolling through Twitter as he rubbed at his belly, faintly hearing Wilbur tell a very confused Techno and Phil why it took Tommy so long to catch him. Tommy continued to absentmindedly scroll through his phone as he joined his family’s conversation, all of them teasing and joking with each other as Tommy started to boast at being the best seeker in the house. He got light kicks and shoves in return for this, but none of them were hostile. After all, they’d all been on Tommy’s current side of the game before, they all knew how good it felt. And Tommy knew from his experience how good rubs from the outside where, too, so he happily indulged his family as well. And Tommy knew that after he let them out tomorrow there’d be another round with a new seeker next week, and he’d have to wait a while to be the bigger person in the game again, so he savored his time with his family inside him. But on the other hand, if memory served him correctly, it was Wilbur’s turn to be the seeker next week. And boy did Tommy have some ideas on how to get back at his brother.

[gr0vndz3ro]

Fucking Fame

Idol!Bakugou x Idol!Reader(NSFW)

Warnings:NSFW,18+, cursing, thigh riding, slight degradation??, unprotected sex

Word Count:3,656

Crossed off: Popstar AU

Tag list: @gallickingun​ @prismaroyal​ @shoutodoki​ @sadistiks​ @keigod​ @honeytama​ @shoutogepi​ @hawks-senseis​​

A/N: Happy forth of July to my fellow people in the USA enjoy some smut. This is my first piece for the @bnhabookclub​  bingo event, but I hope that you guys really enjoy it :3

“We’ve been driving for hours, PLEASE tell me that we’re close to the venue. I think I’m going to die.” You say as you throw yourself against the couch in your tour bus. You were currently heading to where your next concert was supposed to be located. It wasn’t far enough in distance to warrant taking the plane so here you were, trap inside this boring bus.

“You should be relaxing for the show tonight. And your supposed to be on vocal rest until we get there, so stop focusing on when we are going to arrive and just do what you’re told.” Your manager doesn’t even bother looking up from her laptop while you throw your fit. You roll your head over to where she sat and sigh dramatically hoping to get her attention so the two off you could do something more entertaining, but when she continues typing you give up. Moving your feet off of the side of the couch, you get up heading back toward the little hang out room. 

You shut the door behind you and take a seat on one of the comfy chairs and pull out your phone checking out tonight’s show and venue. After typing in your password you can see that the show tonight was one of your combined shows with a well known band that your agency wanted to have a show with to help boost your ratings. You had tried refusing doing a combined show but in the end your manager and team won. You knew that it would be good publicity but there was apart of you that wanted to be able to achieve your fame without having to piggy back off of others. Seeing as this was your first tour though, you didn’t have much say in things. What bothered you the most though, was that you had never even met this band before. At the least with other shows, you had a day or two to get to know whoever you were preforming with but this time it was almost as if you were thrown to the vultures. 

So you took it upon yourself to look them up. The band had consisted of 5 members. There was their lead singer, Izuku Midoryia, who seemed to be the face of the band, appearing in the most amount of interviews and seeming to have the biggest general following. The lead guitarist and back up singer, Shouto Todoroki, seemed to be more of the band’s mystery man and the ladies favorite. The second guitarist, Eijirou Kirishima, looked to be the life of the group, appearing at as many meet and greets and almost always staying after shows to talk to fans. There was the base guitarist, Denki Kaminari, who seemed to get in the most amount of newspapers and magazines. Never for any super bad reasons but it seemed to be for really stupid things like accidently breaking a hotel microwave by microwaving glass. And then there was the drummer.

Katsuki Bakugou.

According to article after article, he was the group bad boy. He had no filter and was often never brought to interviews due to past appearances. He didn’t put up with the fakeness of celebrity life and called every person who was apart of it out on it. The band’s PR team constantly had to log him out of his twitter due to vulgar debates. You were also able to find multiple scandals' involving him and other female celebrities and fans to which he never responded to with more than a wicked smile. But other than his hot headed ego and promiscuous relations, there wasn’t much else you could find. You searched for a half hour to try to see if you could find anything else about who he was but nothing came up. Eventually you gave up on your efforts to try to uncover any actually useful information on the man, instead decided to waste your time by taking a nap until you arrived at the venue. 

It felt like only seconds had passed before you were being nudged awake by your lovely manager. She explained to you that you had arrived at the arena and gave you direction to where your dressing room was going to be. The band had already preformed the sound check so you were free to take your time while getting ready seeing as they wouldn’t need you for a bit before it was time for your own mic check. You made your way through the poorly lit halls to where your manager had told you your dressing room was. When you finally come across the door you believe to lead to your room you push it open and quickly enter. Your make your way over to were the vanity was and take a seat. While reaching over to grab your products for the night, your attention is caught by the sound of the door opening. There in the doorframe was the same man you were unable to find any information on. Although you were confused as to what he was doing in your dressing room.

“Um can I help you?” Your eyes trail after him as he beelines toward the couch before plopping down. You raise your eyebrow at him, questioning how comfortable he was making himself. “Make yourself comfy I guess” He continued to ignore you while moving his arms behind his head as he closes his eyes. “Are you just going to sit there and ignore me? What are you even doing in my room?” You were now standing next to where you were just seated, hands against your hips as you question him. He shuffled on the couch looking over at where you were.

“Your room? I don't think you got the memo princess.” He sat up from his spot on the couch, still taking an obnoxiously large amount of room he spoke again. “This is our room. The other dressing room was too small for all 5 of us so the two of us are sharing. Besides...” He looked you up and down, suddenly feeling very small under his glare, “wannabe brats like you don’t get a private room. Sorry about your luck your highness” You’re stare hardens at his words, angry now flowing through you.

“Well you don’t have a private room either so what does that say about you?” Crossing your arms you wait for him to come up with some clever response. You make your way over to wear he was, prepared to shove him out of your room so that you could have some peace and quiet before tonight.

“Why you little-” You cut him off before he can finish his sentence.

“You know what I think. I think that your other bandmates probably got sick and tired of your ‘I’m the best person here and everyone else can fuck off’ attitude and forced you to go to some other room. How pathetic do you have to be for your own friends to find you obnoxious?” Your words leaving your mouth like venom, not even caring how mean you sounded. When he shot up from the couch and stormed right infront of you, you still stood your ground. You weren’t going to back down. He kept coming closer and closer to you until he was barely a step away, his face merely a few inches from yours. A breath hitches in the back of your throat, as you feel your body betray you. Just his presence alone was soaked in intimidation. You go to speak up again to tell him to back off but you feel the words get trapped and fail to get out. A smirk covering his face as he notices as well. 

“Oh? Not so big and tough now are you? You should learn to hold your fucking tongue, especially when you’re talking to someone who could end your whole career.” He holds you in place with his killer stare, Vermillion eyes staring into your own. You swallow whatever lump had formed and spoke up.

“Oh yeah? You and what following? I’ve heard about you ya know. Everyone knows that you call out everyone for living such fake lives. For taking advantage of their fame and sleeping with whoever they want just because they’re famous and they know they’ll do what ever they say. Yet you’re exactly the same. You pick up chick after chick as they all practically fling themselves onto you. You’re just a fucking hypocrite and I know you’re not going to do shit because you’re all talk.” Confidence pouring from your mouth as you take a step away from him, trying to create distance between the two of you. But he quickly takes another step forward closing your attempt.

“You almost sounded jealous there, what do you wish you could be one of them?” His smirk so wide you could see his gums poking out. You scoff at his remark.

“As if I would ever be with someone like you.” A look of disgust taking over you face at even the thought of sleeping with him. But like a disease, the thought continued to spread in your thoughts and slowly your face began to heat up. Suddenly the little space between you felt hot and you were wanting nothing more than to leave the room and distance yourself from him, but he had different plans. 

“Is that so?” He continues stepping toward you and you back away from him. This continues until you feel you back hit the wall next to where you were once getting ready. A gasp leave your lips at the sudden contact but are quickly brought back by a hand on your jaw, turning you toward his face. 

“Yes t-that’s so” You curse yourself at the stutter that manages to escape, the tension in between you finally getting to you, against your own wishes. A deep chuckle makes a shiver shoot down your spin.

“You don’t seem to confident in that answer. Come on where did all of that sass go? Don’t tell me the brat has lost her fight.” His free hand makes its way to the wall behind you, effectively caging you in-between it and his broad chest. 

“I didn’t lose anything and I’m not a brat.” You clench your teeth, sure he could feel it through his hold. His grip tightens slightly against you as he brings you closer to his face. So close that you could now feel his warm breath fan across you as he spoke.

“Then prove it princess. Show me that you’re not just some goodie two shoes who’s gonna cry if she doesn’t get her way.” His face hovering just barely in front of yours. You look into his eyes and think about what he said. You could very easily just brush past him and walk out but it was something about the way he was staring you down that almost didn’t make you want to go. So, against you better judgement, you did the exact opposite. You raise your arm up, bringing it to his forearm. Moving your fingertips up the muscles of his thick arms, you watch goosebumps litter his skin. Once you get to his bicep you switch to having your full arm feel him as you continue to travel all the way to his neck, where you run your hand around the back of his neck, finger tips spreading throughout his hair. Bringing your eyes back to meet his, you take a handful of the soft locks and lightly tug it, earning a throaty groan from him. Using the leverage of control over his head, you bring him down so you are at level with his ear.

“Why don't you make me?” You say as you lean forward, giving his ear a small nibble before returning back to your spot against the wall. His face grows red at your sudden forwardness, and you chuckled before letting a smirk cross your lip. But when you watch as his eyes darken as he drinks you in, you find yourself subconsciously biting your bottom lip. His eyes flicker down to see you release your lip before bring his own to come crashing down.

Both of your lips meet in a fight for dominance, not wanting to just let him win and loose your ground. Your hands still tangled in his hair as you find yourself tugging on the stands as you fight for air. The sensation only further driving Bakugou to want more. His hand moves away from the wall and to you hip as the other travels to the back of your neck, pulling you further into him if it was even possible. Your lips move in perfect harmony as he pushes himself into you, his thigh separating your legs as he kept you pinned against the wall. You gasp as you feel his hand grab your ass, but he takes advantage of it and dives his tongue into your mouth. They meet in a battle of dominance, exploring every dip of each others mouth. Eventually he takes charge and you feel yourself moan into the kiss. Oblivious from the heated kiss, you had hardly noticed Bakugou’s hand slid down to the edge of your skirt until you felt him take a handful of your ass and squeeze. 

You pull away from the kiss looking him in the eyes, lust glazed over them. You squeezed your thighs together but instead of getting any relief from the presser, it caused you rind down onto the thick thigh that was holding them apart. The friction making a surge of pleasure rip through you and the need to feel again grew. So you roll you hips forward, moaning from the rough jeans against your almost naked core, protected only by thin lace. It was almost as if something had came over you as you continued rolling your hips against his muscular thigh getting yourself closer to your own release. That was until two firm hands landed on either side of you hips, haltering your movement. 

“Are you so desperate that you’re trying to get off by riding my thigh? If you want more all you have to do is ask princess.” Leaning down so that his head was right next to your ear, making sure you heard his next sentence. “Go ahead, I want to hear you beg for it.” The feeling of his lips on your neck make your hips involuntarily move as he searches for the sweet spot, but as soon as he finds it you’re a puddle of whimpers in his fingertips. 

“Pl-please Bakugou- ughh- I need more” Barely able to get the words out any louder than a whine. Desperately trying to receive any form of please the man infront of you was willing to give to you. You shutter as you feel him chuckle against your skin.

“Is that all you got? You’re going to have to do better than that if you want this dick at all.” He returns to kissing against your neck, just light enough not to give you the pleasure you so desired.

“Fuck! Bakugou please! I need you to fill me up and fuck me until I can’t walk. Please I need your fat cock to just split me open.” If you could hear the words you were saying right now you would probably die of embarrassment but the amount of lust taking over your body made you not even think twice at the lewd confession. You feel his grasp on your hips tighten, his finger tips digging into your soft sides, surely leaving marks, as a groan leaves his lips at your begging. Quickly, he moves his hands from your side to underneath your hips, picking you up before placing you down on the sofa he once was on, pinning you between the soft cushion and his hard chest. You two met again in a passionate kiss, much messier than the first, spit was everywhere but you couldn’t care less you just wanted all of him. As he reached down to pull the drenched lace down your thighs you could feel his hard on press against your thigh and you couldn’t help but feel even more turned on by the fact he was liking this as much as you were. Pulling away from the kiss you feel him pant against your lips.

“Call me Katsuki baby, I want to hear you scream my name as I destroy this pretty little pussy of yours.” He almost couldn’t tear his gaze away from your soaked core, wanting nothing more than to devour you then and there. “Next time I’m going to have to eat you out but for now I want to feel you around me instead.” You feel yourself clench around nothing at the thought of there being a next time.

But suddenly your attention is grabbed when you feel his head press against your entrance, your head shoots down to see his massive cock rubbing against you, gathering all your slick with each stroke. Teasingly, he stops right as his tip is aligned with your hole, causing you to squirm as you craved to feel him deep inside you.

“Please Katsuki I can’t take it any more, I need you!” You bite down on your lip as you feel him start to push into you, feeling yourself stretch around his head as it dips further into you. Clenching around him at the pleasure of him filling you up.

“F-fuck Y/N you gotta stop squeezing me like that.” He struggled with trying to slowly push into you at how tight you were, so he did the next best thing. Thrusting his hips forward, he forces himself passed though the squeezing grip into you until you are filled to the brim with his cock. His head dipping back in ecstasy at how your walls hug around him. “Shit you’re so fucking tight.”

“P-please move.” Tears collect in your eyes at how full you were. Sure you may have been with other guys before but no one ever made you feel this full. Slowly he pulls out of you before rutting his hips forward to fill you back up. The way he was positioned, causing him to hit your g-spot. A moan leaving your lips as he starts moving his hip again, starting to pick up the pace before eventually he is slamming into you at an unforgiving speed.

The feeling of his vein dragging against your walls as he slams into your spongey wall causing you to cry out at the amount of intense pleasure you were feeling. Your hands make there way to his back, digging your nails into the muscle as you try to somehow control how you were feeling.

“Is my little princess already going to cum?” A yes barely makes it out of you as a mutter of profanities follow soon after. His hand reaches down to press into your clit causing a wave of heat to flood through you. While rubbing little circles into you, he leans down, kissing and sucking on your neck before speaking again. “Come on then baby girl, let me hear you. I want everyone in the whole building to know who’s making you feel this good.”

“God you Katsuki!! You do! Holy fuck you’re gonna make me cum” Your back arches as his pace becomes sloppy but he keeps increasing in power. You can feel the couch shaking at the intensity at which he’s slamming into you.

“Cum for me princess, cum all over me.” If the pleasure from him hitting both of your sweet spots wasn’t enough, the addition of his lewd words burning into your ear was enough to make you see stars. As he continued his assault on your body your vision went white as you chased your release, clenching tightly around him as your hands dragged down his back, marking it as your own as you felt yourself cum around the thick cock that pulsed inside of you. Watching your face be taken over in pure bliss and the feeling of you milking his dick had Bakugou painting the inside of your walls white within a few thrusts.

His pace started to slow down helping the both of you ride out your high. The room was filled with the sound of both of your uneven breathing as you both attempted to catch your breath. After a few minutes he pulled himself out of you and you immediately felt empty. He watched as his seed tried spilling out of you as you clenched at the sudden emptiness, and quickly brought his finger down to scoop it back up and push it back into you. He looked into your eyes as a smirk takes over his face.

“Maybe you aren’t as much of a goodie two shoes as I thought.” He grabs your hand and helps you to stand up and you feel your knees buckle under the weight. An arm is wrapped around you waist, stopping you from falling to the floor. As he held you, you felt his cum run down your thighs. You were about to ask him a question when a knock came from the door.

“Y/N you’re need for a mic check, make sure you hurry up because they’re waiting for you.” You heard the voice of your manager from out side of the room and a look of panic crosses your face but Bakugou just chuckles.

“You heard her princess, your audience awaits. We’ll just have to pick up where we left off after the show.” An evil smile on his face as he lets go of you and nudges you toward the door. As you step out of the room and make your way toward the where the stage was, you realized one thing.

That fucker didn’t give you back your underwear.

[lucky-sevens]

mechs deep lore compilation post

so! maybe you’ve read the other compilation post i made of basic lore/how to get into the mechs! maybe you want to know more! or maybe you’re a fan already and want to see how deep down this rabbit hole you can get!

well, good news for you: i have gone down the rabbit hole and hit bedrock only to find maki yamazaki standing by my side with a pickaxe! it is time for mechs lore part 2: electric boogaloo also known as ‘wow blue have you considered sleep’

rest under the cut!

i’ve tried to organize this, but given how many random facts there are, it’s hard! decided to start off with lore for each character (in order of them joining the mechs in-universe), including all the carmilla lore at the end; then move into general world lore/a bit of album lore, and finally more obscure/unknown facts, such as explaining the whole scuzz thing! also, citing the sources has been difficult, as a lot of things are from, say, old twitter posts and the like. there might be less links here than you all would like, but bear with me- compiling all this lore is quite difficult!

disclaimer: unlike stuff like the wiki, this includes a lot of my own theories and red stringing, and while i’m noting if something’s fanon or canon, the fanon may occasionally make its way into my theories!

links to the songs will be mostly TheVoidSings’ youtube lyric videos, as i don’t want to find the links to all the different platforms they’re on and the videos are lovely and accessible!

also- i’ve done some significant editing on the mechanisms wiki, as have other talented people- go check it out! it’s a good source of lore!

now on w/ the actual post!

crew

jonny d’ville

his lore is fairly concrete, but since he’s an unreliable narrator, we don’t know what bits can be trusted! his backstory song is one eyed jacks, which gives a pretty clear picture of events, but here in his crew bio he says that he made up new texas, and doesn’t have a very good memory of events in general. (it’s implied that he didn’t lie about killing his father, but we don’t even know that for sure.) a note: unlike the others, we don’t know what happened to his heart in order for him to be mechanized.

the aurora

the aurora’s lore is a mess. here’s what we know for sure, which is an edited version of what i have on her wiki page, (where i have also given a list of her known physical attributes);

she started off as a moon, but was weaponized and turned into a ship. she initially was a navy ship, but mutinied and joined the rebellion, participating in the october revolution, in which nastya died and was mechanized. this may have been her choice, but it is more likely that carmilla and/or jonny forced her into it, as they are the ones who won her from the cyberian navy.

when they stormed the ship, a woman was trapped inside- specialist 278 tereshkova, presumably aurora's programmer. What her and aurora's relationship was like is unknown, but aurora did not make any attempt to save her, so it may have not been positive. before dying, tereshkova managed to program a final distress message into aurora, as well as coding the mechanisms' blog.

she’s likely to be based off of the historical battleship aurora, like nastya is based off of the historical russian princess anastasia.

now, it’s time to get into the main theory about her: that aurora used to be briar rose! i’m collecting all the evidence on it, as well as all the evidence that can disprove it.

here’s a refresher on briar rose’s whole deal, taken from ‘the aurora strikes’-

The Rose Reds were the most effective of the soldiers created from Rose's genetic material, but they were not the first. Rumours spoke of an early prototype, known as the Briar Rose, that had malfunctioned and slain everyone on the desert moon of Briar, where she was being grown. But she was not dead. As the Mechanisms discovered, instead, she slept, at the heart of the defence grid that surrounded New Constantinople. The grid was composed of Thorn-class gun emplacements and was virtually impenetrable. And in its centre, the Briar Rose slumbered, plugged into the system, her anger, her rage, her hatred and her fear, fueling the machines, and focusing their gun turrets.

the main support for the theory here is that over time, briar rose could have fused to the moon, which is one of the very few conditions in which a biomechanical weaponized moon seems plausible and not just like a collection of vaguely cursed words. however, in the fiction ‘by any other name’, which is some collected lab research on briar rose, there’s this line- “During transportation and integration of the specimen, take all precaution and care.”- key word here being transportation. so she must have been moved off the moon.

the fiction i cited to disprove the theory actually has something that further supports it, though- the presence of a mysterious woman in king cole’s lab, who could be carmilla. hood, the revolution’s hacker, notes on a picture of her ‘[No idea. The others I’ve been able to find evidence of, but she’s a fucking ghost]‘. the description is a bit off, though, as she’s described as a short, pale, woman with hair long enough to be pulled back and carmilla is quite tall and has short hair- as well, in a later part of the fiction, the woman is killed and does not revive. however, there’s also another who could plausibly be her, noted here- ‘A tall woman sits opposite Prof. Root with a tray of her own. From her stature, it is conceivable she was one of the figures in the chemical suits. They talk sporadically, but the audio is heavily corrupted.’ she isn’t one of the ones killed later on, either, so that’s possible.

we know carmilla knew aurora when she was a very young moon and raised her practically from birth, so if she is one of those two people, it would make sense.

in ‘the aurora strikes’, aurora pushes to save briar rose- nastya explains this as ‘she can not bear to see another biomechanical organism in pain’. in my own writing about aurora, i interpret that as her having very high empathy, but there could be a more personal connection here. this is also notable as the only time aurora is mentioned in-album beyond jonny calling the mechanisms ‘the crew of the starship aurora’.

nastya rasputina

nastya’s backstory song (cyberian demons) was only performed when they were still dr. carmilla and the mechanisms, so it’s harder to find! thevoidsings has made a lyric video of it here, though, and it gives another very clear picture of her backstory! there’s also the fiction of the same name, which i didn’t understand upon first read-through but is basically a nastya character study, covering different points in her immortal life.

her performer went on hiatus for a while, and as an in-universe explanation, the cyberian sequence was written! in which nastya flies aurora to cyberia, infects herself with a computer virus, and transmits it to the entire planet, causing it to explode. this is all in the cyberian demons fiction i linked above, and with it are two other tangential fictions- one presumably just before those events, and one that’s an outsider pov.

there’s also out, which i’d suggest reading rather than just looking at my summary; basically, nastya has a crisis over aurora changing so that it’s harder to recognize her love, and ends up leaving the ship to float away into deep space- this is presumed to be her death, but that is never confirmed and nastya seems to assume she will wake up at some point.

ashes o’reilly

ashes’ whole deal is quite straightforward, which is a nice break from aurora and (to a lesser extent) nastya! their backstory song is lucky sevens, and it’s elaborated on further in their crew bio; interestingly, ashes was the one most into the idea of immortality at first, and also gave clear consent to carmilla.

ivy alexandria

we don’t know that much about ivy, which is fitting, as she doesn’t either! the most clear information we can find about her is in her crew bio, which can be summarized as: she grew up in a library!

archive footage explains more about her memory situation. she has no memories of anything before she was mechanized, according to this line ‘[...] she can tell you dates, and places, and body counts, she can list for you the exact circumstances of each event of her long, long life (at least, every event since that time, long ago, among a maze of bookshelves in a library that, awake, she can no longer describe to you, though once she knew its every turn by heart, when a woman stood over her and offered her eternity: before that, there is nothing at all).’ she also processes her memories differently than most people- they’re more like records, instead of things that affect her emotionally. (archive footage is also beautifully written and very much worth reading!)

the toy soldier

would say it has concrete lore, but it’s also almost solely responsible for fucking up my timeline and the album lore, so i’m rather angry at it. nevertheless, its entire backstory can be found in the fiction ‘the story of the toy soldier’. additionally, there’s a short story about its time fighting in the revolution of once upon a time (in space); presumably, this is the first time it did so, though it was likely in the war at least twice and possibly even three times. the mechanisms were only watching the second time, though it’s not out of character for it to have participated in the war again, and there’s also the dr. carmilla song, eleven, (which is about a war and uses a lot of rose symbology so it’s likely the revolution) where it is present. notably, carmilla had left the mechanisms by the time once upon a time (in space) takes place on their timeline, and the toy soldier is the only one there. at first, i interpreted that as carmilla meeting the toy soldier before it had met the mechanisms, but there’s two inconsistencies there: firstly, it doesn’t recognize her when it joins the band, and secondly, in the song they leave together. this increases the likelihood of it having been in the war three times.

we actually have a recording of the toy soldier’s first time joining the band- the mechanisms @ lashings! (part one / part two / transcript) there’s also a note of that show in the story of the toy soldier! they bought it because jonny was in jail (x). interestingly, that show is the first recording of rose red, and it’s later noted jonny was in a rose red prison!

now it’s time to get into the main theory regarding it, which also will factor into the write-up of ulysses dies at dawn later! i personally subscribe to this theory, or at least, most of it.

here is frankie @byron-von-raum‘s post- the theory here is that the toy soldier is the rebodied mind of the widow’s fiance. i’m not going to get too into that part, as i don’t personally incorporate it into my lore and more importantly frankie already has a post on it! read that if you’re more interested!

the most important bit here is the evidence it collects regarding the toy soldier living near labyrinth; in one of the pictures from the toy soldier’s backstory, there’s a dionysus brand wine bottle. the consensus he comes to is that the toy soldier lives in a colony of earth that trades with labyrinth, and while i think that’s possible, the all-encompassing nature of the city makes it more likely that they would have a minimum of outside communication, so the toy soldier would just be from the city proper. i will get into the impacts of this/expand on it more in the world lore section!

another thing: the angel has an out of character explanation! if you look at photos of old mechs gigs, jessica law looks similar to the drawing of the angel in the story of the toy soldier! their voice being stolen was most likely a reference to that.

drumbot brian

brian’s backstory is laid out in his crew bio! i’d summarize it, but to be honest, it’s already a summary, so i’d suggest just taking a second to read that! sadly, this is all of what we know about it. the priest from his backstory was apparently made almost immortal in some twisted form of mechanization, and has never forgiven brian for it/is still trying to hunt him down (x).

his bio is also where his morality switch is introduced! (interestingly, it takes a far lower role/is mentioned far less in canon than in fanworks.)

there was originally going to be a backstory album about him called indistinguishable from magic. this never happened, but ben below is working on a new one called the wanderings of drumbot brian! no more knowledge on this currently. 

the main theory about him is that he had some kind of alliance/is lying about something to do with carmilla! we know from maki that carmilla didn’t go out of the airlock (more on that in her section), and when brian is questioned on what happened to her, he doesn’t give a concrete answer. this is in contrast to all the other mechanisms, who assume she fell out an airlock. here’s what he said:

I will not point fingers and lay blame. I do not know how it came to pass that Dr. Carmilla left this vessel, whether by fair means or foul, and so I will not engage in this painful discussion. I hope she did not suffer, and that we may forgive the perpetrator of this deed.

he’s speaking very formally here. (fucking nerd). well, no; legitimately, this is not the normal way he speaks in other contexts. he could be masking something. we know that even when he’s lying, he’s not good at it, and this comes off as clearly odd. in support of this, i believe one of the songs on his unwritten backstory album was called ‘the doctor’s demise’ (though i could be remembering incorrectly).

there’s not much more evidence we can draw on here to come to a consensus, though!

something else to note- i’ve written this other meta about his prophetic powers! feel free to read if you’re interested in that aspect of his character!

gunpowder tim

of course, tim already has a whole mini-album to himself (gunpowder tim vs the moon kaiser), but there’s a couple more niche things about him, though not as much as aurora and ts!

mainly, the implications that he destroyed the sun. there’s an old mechanisms tweet that states he 'was floating in the wake of a detonated star’. additionally, there’s this old blog post, which turned into a bit of a fiction! the figure speaking is not named, but given the other mechanisms who speak (therefore knocking them off the possibilities list) and the fact that the post was made around the time tim joined, it’s likely that it’s him. now, he says this:

“It wasn’t the deep space that drove me crazy,” he said, his voice low, calm and polite.  “It was the sudden realisation that I was entirely responsible for the destruction of my entire civilisation, and happy for it.”

though destroying the moon and his other actions in gptvtmk could possibly count for this, it would fit more if he had destroyed the sun.

both those posts also imply that he was floating in space for an incredibly long time. i don’t know how he survived if so, but it seems very likely that’s what happened.

i considered these posts being too early/having a changed canon now, like the odd use of different pronouns for some characters in the earlier fiction, but they seemed to have gunpowder tim vs the moon kaiser mostly worked out by the time tim ledsam officially joined, as they perform it at the only recorded gig from that year with him (port mahon 2011), which was around when the second blog post was made!

marius von raum

we don’t have a written backstory or backstory song to go on for him, but kofi young (his performer) is working on a full album about him called ‘the death of byron von raum’!

the blog post kofi made about it as a summary is the main source of marius lore that we have! i’d highly suggest reading it, but the main points are:

1. it’s going to be very dark and tragic, and shows that marius at heart isn’t really the kind of comedic figure that he comes off as in the band! ruth @thedreadvampy (the mechanisms’ official artist, as well as morgan’s sister and kofi’s partner) has also made a tumblr post that connects to this!

2. the world he’s from used to be high-tech, but has devolved over time into 18th century levels of technology! what this boils down to is; what we assume is marius and an unknown friend (more on this in raphaella’s part) manage to discover ancient technology and attempt to use it! all we have here is this quote om the blog post- ‘In the middle of this, two kids hiding from the soldiers discover an army of ancient mecha and use them to fight back, but only end up plunging the world into further chaos.’.

3. anime protagonist marius!

we also have this small piece of writing, screenshotted here (monogoggle...)-

[image id: a screenshot of writing, most of it out of view/hard to make out. it’s also in the middle of the line, so the breaks are off. however, it looks to say ‘at the controls of RISML/cockpit is cramped and d[...]/has his monogoggle over his/controls are uncomplicated/the neural interface. They [...]’ end id.]

raphaella la cognizi

i’ve been very deep down the mechs rabbit hole for over a month now, and yet i’ve found hardly anything about her!

there’s a small theory i have, though it doesn’t have too much supporting evidence! in marius’ backstory, it mentions two kids, and raphaella and marius joined together (first mention of either of them is together, in this facebook post!) when questioned about marius and raphaella, nastya says a story instead of stories (x). (that post also clarifies that carmilla was not involved in either raphaella or marius’ backstories!) this could potentially point to raphaella being the other person from marius’ backstory. the evidence against it is that if raphaella featured that heavily, r. l. hughes would have said something about the album as well instead of it just being kofi talking about marius, but it’s still interesting to think about!

there’s also a theory that she was the preacher’s daughter from brian’s backstory, but the only real evidence there is that she could have used his tech to mechanize herself (which her doing is only fanon!) and that she performs ‘lost in the cosmos’.

dr carmilla

this is most likely going to be the shortest section, as it’s basically another crew member; that being said, there’s a lot of lore here!

if you haven’t listened to the carmilla albums, i’d really suggest doing that! there’s two- exhumed and (un)plugged and ageha prototype edition! the story there is harder to put together than in the mechs backstories, especially because the songs are mostly out of order, so i’ve decided to just straight up summarize my interpretation, along with what we have to go on from maki, instead of framing it like a theory, as that’s the easiest way! still, please bear all this with a grain of salt- it’s most likely to be contradicted in the new album maki is working on.

carmilla and her girlfriend loreli lived on a planet called terra. for their childhoods, it was a fairly okay place to live (though i elaborate on this a bit in the world lore section!) however, it was bombed; most likely taking the role of an alternate universe hiroshima, as the blurb on her bandcamp says ‘Dr. Carmilla tells the twisted tales of a dystopian future following WWII having ended very differently.‘ after this, the planet sunk into a nuclear winter.

loreli got sick and died; or, she should have, but carmilla saved her by turning her into a vampire as well. this resulted in loreli losing her morals and becoming abusive towards carmilla. carmilla was too deep in love to see this, and stayed in the relationship for several years.

we don’t know what happened to make her strike out on her own, but eventually she did, and created the mechanisms. while with them, she recognized her own failures with loreli, and left the mechanisms (which they all believe was caused by jonny d’ville pushing her out an airlock, rather than her own volition.)

from there, she traveled back in time to the point where loreli was dying, and let it happen- potentially burying herself and loreli alive, which she survived due to her immortality and loreli did not.

however, she was trapped underground for a hundred years. when she is finally found and dug out, she starts enjoying herself (i.e. committing murder). for some unknown reason, she clones herself multiple times, creating the in-universe version of maki yamazaki.

the mechanisms assume she pursued them after she was pushed out of the airlock, and that that was what eleven was about, but i’m not sure why she would do that, given that she left them of her own volition. because of time shenanigans, it could have been far later on her personal timeline; maybe she simply wished to reconnect with them after all those years.

that’s all we have; we don’t know if she died, or anything like that!

world lore

all the folktales and normal history the irl mechs work off of also exist in-universe! (for an example- the toy soldier and ivy start reciting the walrus and the carpenter together in lashings, and the mechs also do alice in wonderland as a song.)

we know the alternate universe theory is correct, mostly because of this piece in the fiction on kofi’s blog-

In those burning instants, he’d feel the weight of it all, and know it was true. The golden age that never came; the city that stood at the dawn of a world instead of in its dying embers. And beyond – to a myriad of Camelots and a thousand thousand Arthurs, unfathomable worlds apart, each different, each fighting the same hopeless battle.

He’d feel the burden of that task pressing down until it felt like it’d crush his chest, and he’d wake every day gasping for breath, feeling older than he ever had, older even than Ector.

And as he screamed inwardly, Galahad would meet his gaze with those crazed eyes of his and grin, and Arthur would know again that whatever had spoken to Galahad was moving him too.

the mechanisms are most likely traveling between several alternate universe versions of folktales, and occasionally alternate versions of earth! (cyberia, tim’s earth, terra...) this is likely why everyone in their stories is human, and is actually low-key evidence against drawing them as aliens (though ofc feel free to have fun!)

i was initially going to put all the album lore in its own separate sections, but a large amount of it is how it intersects with other pieces of lore, and the rest isn’t necessarily niche enough to cite here? my personal advice is that if you want to learn more about the albums, read the fiction! i have a compilation post of all the fiction up on this blog, and you can find it on the website here!

let’s start with the mechanisms’ roles in ulysses dies at dawn, though! we know for sure ashes is hades, brian is the oracle of delphi, and the toy soldier was a nymph (which is actually quite worrying, considering what that means and the inherent issues with consent there, but i digress.) tim most likely took on the role of achilles (more on that here). then, we know some of the mechanisms’ activities and can guess their roles from that. raphaella was helping athena on her research, marius was psychoanalyzing the olympians, and jonny was committing mass murder. it’s a common theory that one (or three) of the mechanisms was cerberus, but sadly i couldn’t find any evidence towards or against that.

i said in the toy soldier’s section that i would talk more about the implications of it being from labyrinth here! the main thing is the fact that, for it to join the rose red war, the city must have interacted with king cole at some point. it’s a risky thing to pose a theory on the toy soldier’s allegiance towards a certain group, but the fact that it seemed to stick with the rose reds here might also mean that the city was, in fact, under king cole’s power. this fits in nicely with the greek mythology aspect of it all; king cole, in that universe, could have been a stand-in for the figure of kronos/saturn!

a few other theories on how the lore intersects:

1. high noon over camelot takes place after the bifrost incident! in terminus, we see communication breaking down, and that could have been the reason the station was isolated. the mechanisms go from it to the bifrost incident, but as they canonically travel in time, that’s not enough to disprove the theory!

2. arthur becomes king cole eventually! this is mostly going off of the fact he’s called ‘the once and future king’, but also the fact that cole used to be considered a good king.

a few loose pieces of worldbuilding:

people from new constantinople seem to be longer lived, and their culture is built around age as a concept. the older you are, the more wise and important you are. specifically, in this fiction, snow is dismissively noted as ‘barely fifty’ and king cole’s age is held up as evidence to why he’s a good ruler.

terra, carmilla’s planet, has two major languages; high terran and low terran! high terran is a more regulated, formal way of speaking, specifically something that only the rich and privileged tend to know. there are many dialects, but the grammar is dictated by the capital. low terran is a creole language formed from several others, including high terran, that most children are taught in school as the baseline. (though they might speak a completely different, less widely spoken language at home!) carmilla speaks low terran but not high terran (although she pretends to know the latter.)

the mechanisms were all (or mostly all) at fort galfridean at one point; don’t have the source to hand, but marius apparently became a prophet to the saxons for staring into the sun for a very long time.

if you’re looking to draw album fanart, there are a few things i know aren’t as widely known; the ones i can think of off the top of my head is orpheus having a ‘foppish haircut’ (the type of thing that falls under that definition is narcissus’ undercut), and snow’s disfiguring scar. there is also official album art; i, personally, have not seen much of it, and i’d encourage coming up with your own character interpretations.

one last theory- it’s highly likely carmilla was involved in the events of the bifrost incident. in the mechscord (sadly, invites are closed due to the difficulty with handling the boom in the fanbase) maki yamazaki has mentioned that part of the criteria for picking a mechanism is ‘good friend for lyf’. at first, i assumed that she meant good friend for life, but when asked on that she was worryingly cryptic (as tends to happen), and she made a joke earlier in character as doc c about accidentally calling odin. though immortal lyfrassier edda most likely became fanon just so they could become a mechanism, this is a piece of evidence towards them actually becoming immortal.

my personal headcanon is that to gain true immortality (which maki has said king cole and the olympians do not have) you have to have some kind of eldritch component, so carmilla had to go to odin for aid. this is supported by the fact that in drive the cold winter away and cyberian demons, their mechanisms are noted as having a rainbow sheen to them!

other lore

scuzz nishimura

scuzz has built up a bit of a reputation for being the ‘cryptid mech’, but her lore is really quite simple! she was a member of the band back when they were doctor carmilla and the mechanisms, but left before they became more popular, so there’s not too much knowledge about her. she appears in this fiction and the only two recorded gigs from that era (lashings and homesick). she’s also visible in several photos!

i know i’ll get people in the notes asking for photos of her if i don’t include any, so have this;

[image id: a cropped picture of scuzz nishimura, looking tired and resting her head on her hand. she looks to be wearing white gloves and some kind of sweater or waistcoat, and her hair is cut short. her cello is also visible, as is someone else’s hand. end id.]

we don’t know too much about her; all we really have is that she was their cello player!

assorted things with no explanation

there’s this old piece from the wayback machine-

[image id: a screenshot of what looks to be the fiction page from a old site for dr carmilla and the mechs. the writing reads;

Writing

( The Aldwich Horror } A short story in which Dr. Carmilla attempts to solve the mysteries of the Aldwich Horror, the strange appearance of a new crew memeber and several zoologically dubious pets.

( Disinterration } A cautionary tale about exhuming corpses.

end id.]

‘disinterration’ is most likely a reference to the carmilla song exhumed, but i’m unsure about ��the aldwich horror’. the most intriguing bit there is ‘the strange appearance of a new crew member’. i’ve researched the other aspects in an attempt to figure this out. aldwych is a closed london tube station- it served as a bomb shelter during the blitz, which is interesting as both carmilla and tim have backstories involving the world wars (though only carmilla’s is world war ii specifically; tim’s is wwi). the zoologically dubious pets are most likely the octokittens, which we know the toy soldier brought on board, so it would have to be in a place on the timeline after ts joined and before carmilla left. the only mechanism that joins in that space is gunpowder tim, so it’s possible that he is the new crew member.

the mechanisms blogs have a lot of incidental lore, so if you’re this deep in i’d suggest looking at my compilation post of some of my favorite posts of theirs!

and that’s it! we did it! i can finally go to sleep now. i’m so tired. please. i am going to die. i have homework. thank you all so much. please consider coming to my funeral service.

[sometipsygnostalgic]

adventure time wizard city liveblog

 well here we go

my last adventure time liveblog, i havent actually done one of these in MANY years... probably not since 2014

this takes place at the same time as obsidian?

DID-- DID CHOOSE GOOSE JUST DIE

DID BUFO JUST KILL CHOOSE GOOSE

yeah i know that’s bufo, they only made it enormously obvious, tsk tsk

@spaceacepearl​ joked about us seeing choose goose get sent to hell but i diDNT EXPECT IT TO HAPPEN

This music is i assume by one of the many musical artists Adam Muto listed on twitter, it rocks. It’s not as hardcore as Obsidian’s intro, but it’s suitably chill for the scene. 

“get offa my bus kid”

Those wizards in the left and far right groups appear to be new! 

OH MY GOD--

HELP?????? NEW PROFILE PIC TIME

HAHAHAHAH

THE MUSICAL CON DID ME GOOD, I DID REALLY LOUD AUDIBLE LAUGHTER

i bet hanna and co had fun making these signs

my favourite is the cat with “FAMILIARS HAVE RIGHTS”

cadorka..... wow

We’re not even four minutes into the ep and peppermint butler has already killed someone in front of a large group of witnesses

“this smells of DARK MAGIC” “yall kids know thats illegal right” peps watches the other kids nod before later joining in, LOL

i cant believe pep started the great gum wars and got killed by golb

SOMEONE has been playing Overwatch... 

i-- i still cant believe choose goose is fucking dead

how long was he stuck in hell for, or was that recent to together again after new death showed up 

i have to admit im not a big fan of spader, too perfect, and not in that funny way either. i hope they give him some characteristics that make him stand out. 

im getting flashbacks to OK KO and Owl House here...

Cadebra using music is a reference to Abracadaniel’s love of interpretetive dance in Play Date. 

“they only laugh because youre different” “i know” “SO STOP BEING DIFFERENT” oh my god it’s like talking to my own parents cadebra is actually... a LOT like me, less in her hyperactivity but more in her nonchalant enthusiasm and almost acceptance of the inevitable bullying because it means more time in people’s consciousness

ahhh - it’s quietly revealed here that she is responsible and a skilled magician, she is just bored of magic! i like that she parents abracadaniel instead of being downtrodden by his ramblings. 

PEP NO--- oh i see the problem, he hasn’t got his Bug Milk... sorry Martin Olsen fans, no Hunson today. At least we get one more Phil Face for the road! 

candy people in their natural habitat

Ahhh that’s Doctor Calidoneus! The voice actor was at the recent Distant Lands panel alongside Pep and Blaine’s actors. 

“pretty sure hes just trashcandy” - i like you, sassy antler lady

the mystery of how he gets clothes

and once again spader is proving to be the most irritating distant lands character of the lot, there is no subversion here. where is the subversion?  

NANI

what is going on here? are pep and peppermint the same person or not? im sure they must be, but there is something going on here with peppermint butler’s soul being trapped in the body of his child self who hasn’t got the same memories. 

OH, HYNDEN WALCH DID A NEW LINE yes this is what im here for, special over 

peppermint butler cursed himself... of course he did - Shado was correct!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

ROCK STUDENT, BLESSED ROCK STUDENT, WAS THAT POOR GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE A JAWBREAKER

love the reference to astral plane, of course pep cant astrally project because cursed pep is still inside of him 

wow, blaine, wow

they have a crush

LITTLE DUDE! COLE SANCHEZ!

i love the dynamic between cadebra and abracadaniel, imo so far it’s the heart of the special. im not really gripped by peppermint butler’s school troubles. i imagine someone else probably will be but i want to run past that shit as far as possible. 

TRDGFYGHJH

WE

WE MADE  A PREDICTION THAT WAS JUST LIKE THIS

PEPPERMINT BUTLER GETTING TURNED INTO THE FOUR COMPONENTS OF PEPPER MINT BUTT LURE WAS IN THE WIZARD CITY PREDICTIONS ART DRAW THAT HASNT BEEN POSTED YET

ILL SHOW YOU WHEN NICK POSTS THE VIDEO and then ill tell you who made the prediction because i... think it was nick himself, insanity 

who plagiarized finn’s signature???

turns out pep really DID take over wizard city!!!!

i love this band

i understand your pain peps

you probably have a bit too much in common with your mother, and i imagine it isn’t easy being turned into a kid and not being able to do stuff that came so easy. you’re disappointing yourself! (he’s literally disappointing himself)

I’m less than halfway through the special, what the fuck. I wasn’t wrong when I said Wizard City had a lot on its plate. It’s noit that I’ve been particularly gripped up to this point, though to be fair I didn’t pause at all during the other specials barring Obsidian. 

that... that poor kid is still a rock

and then the preview happened and bufo casually revealed to the audience that, yes, he killed choose goose

i dont know whats happening with pep but it seems he needs to be exorcised of... pep. which is a shame. i hope they learn to coexist. 

i have to say the background work in this special is really good! like, really damn good. 

WH

WHAT

DID SPADER JUST DIE

IS THIS WHY PEOPLE THINK PEPBUT KILLED HIM 

oh thats right - abracadaniel is cadebra’s uncle! this must be abracadniels sister. sorry, folks, he doesn’t fuck. 

Where are they? Is this anywhere near Wizard City? It’s an unpopulated prewar wasteland. 

THESE ARE JUST HUMANS

OF COURSE SHE WANTS TO PERFORM TO MILQUETOAST HUMANS

my child

is this an art style choice or did they get the people from that one studio to make this

HANNA FINALLY GETS TO FULFIL HER DREAM OF INSERTING KANEDA INTO ADVENTURE TIME

the red jacket he wears and his head pill shape is a big kaneda reference actually, which i suppose makes sense considering he’s a rival to our protagonist, but it’s a bit on the nose

bufo killed one of his own students? but why????

“MY UNCLE’S A COP”

“no one likes a rat”

i actually really like blaine, though im confused. did their VA change halfway through the special?

HOW NATURAL, NO WASTE, IT IS AN ENDLESS CHAIN

did doctor caledonius steal the trophy,,,? 

EVIL SNAIL EVIL SNAIL

MONMSTER HUNJTER DISCOVERY NOISE, this time it’s a tetsucabra

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I HAVE QUESTIONS

god i wish this is what this special was about, i miss adventure time

these remind me of the comics with their art style :) i wonder who designed them? the one on the right with pb and pep, in particular, very comics-y. 

fdgfhgf because he’s like 500

“pep can be kind of a jerk but he wouldn’t kill anyone”

sorry, cadebra, i have news for you

is doctor calednoius the true villain? if bufo’s out of the picture, she MUST be, 

ANTS

oh no, he might gbe stuck in wizard city :( 

HELP

the writing on the wall...

SPADER LITERALLY FUCKING DIED OH YM JESUS CHRIST

PEPPERMINT BUTLER’S OWN CULT????

THIS IS JUST OK KO NOW

okay im not surprised all the teachers at wizard city are cultists in worship of peps, maybe they killed spader and bufo because they bullied peps T_T

wait no, they thought spader had the potential, but sadly not

HE FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF

sorry, i was distracted by the pretty dope fight sequence and now the special is over????

fucking jesse, hes probably at least partly responsible for the cult nonsense

This credits art is by Maya Petersen!!!! Holy shit it’s adorable!

LRETGFDRGTFGMHGFHFG

LEAF MAN

DO YOU THINK THEY PUT HIM IN RETROSPECTIVELY

DO YOU THINK MAYA PETERSEN DREW THIS AND ADAM PUT IT IN THE EP RETROSPECTIVELY

HE LIVES

MAYBE THIS IS WHY CHOOSE GOOSE WENT TO HELL

okay, it’s over :) 

first thoughts out of the way: not a big fan of this special. it’s like watching a completely different show. it’s not got the PZSHAHH of the normal wizard city stuff and there weren’t a lot of funny jokes or even hearty moments in the thing. 

it suffers from a lack of invested character interactions, much like BMO did. there was not a single main cast member in the whole thing! and like i said before, much of peppermint butler’s character in the show is based on his very sweet relationship to his mother, princess bubblegum, so when they showed a single (hilarious) photo of them together it made me sad we didn’t get any scenes with them together. it would have STOLEN this episode. and they teased the hunson golf photo, and death!!! and jake appeared in a photo T_T last jake appearance. 

it also suffers because Peppermint Butler is clearly not himself, imo he was way more entertaining in the Together Again special, where we seem him back to his “normal” self. 

i dont think peps being a dark wizard was something to “kill off” exactly. i wonder what was going on there? was that actually peps, or was that a spirit he cursed himself with based on himself? we at least know in the future he does become a dark wizard again, and even princess :) this special didn’t answer those questions but lol. 

THE GOOD STUFF, because yes, there was a lot of good stuff! 

God, I’m with Aracle and Maya on this - I LOVE Cadebra and her relationship to Pep. I wish she was even in more of this - I would love to watch the adventures of Cadebra and Pepbut in their first year of school, like in the end credits.

That, imo, is where the heart of the special lay - Peppermint Butler’s attempts to impress himself, versus Cadebra’s self acceptance and desire to follow her dreams of being a goofy goober, no matter what other people thought of her. 

It turned out that Cadebra is a responsible student and family member. I really liked that. Her scenes with Abracadaniel were, somehow, my favourite in the entire special! 

I like that theres a lot of cool magic towards the end of this special, and a lot of HORRIFYING DEATH. It wouldn’t be adventure time if you didn’t randomly kill off child characters. Poor Spader, I hated you but damn, what a grim fate. 

I like that Bufo and Caledonius had this crush/hatred thing going on, but they were part of the same cult in the end. 

I didn’t like the giant peps scene at the end, the monster was extremely milquetoast compared to the madness we usually get in AT. Obsidian, for example, had the awesome Larvo design. Nemesis had some INSANE dark magic!!!!  I wish they drew more from that episode. 

Considering how much Steve Little appears in this special, I do feel bad for Mace (little Peps). He said he would have really benefitted from coaching, but recieved none. He had to re-record his lines 3 times! Judging from his description of events, Wizard City was a hard time for him. 

The wizard school did remind me, heavily, of both The Owl House and OK KO. Personally I was hoping AT would offer me something more insane, but I do love both of those shows, and I know Wizard City was on a really tight schedule. 

I think they should have spent less time on the school bullying plot, and skipped straight to MURDER. 

We did have a cold opening, not on par with Together Again’s at all, but damn!

I am wondering where I would put this in the watch list? I do think it should sit after Obsidian as the third special. The intro scene makes it clear this takes place at the same time as Obsidian!!!

Well, that was it, the last ep of AT for the next few years at least T_T

i think together again was the better finale, definitely. but wizard city feels pretty detached from AT for me, despite the familiar characters it tonally isn’t like the show other than the awesome brutal death scenes. I thought the last 11 minutes was easily the best in the special! Which, honestly, is how it should be, though I do wish it gripped me more. Maybe I’m just not the target audience for Wizard City? It feels like something I would find very compelling if I was a bit younger! 

[writing-by-gayrainbowbridge]

Endure

Second Part From This Fic Inspired By This Fanart/Prompt Made By murdermuffinloki:

Part two (2) of the fic in the link above ^

⚠️Warning: Imprisonment⚠️

Enjoy 💚❤

(Please Check The Pinned Post On My Tumblr Page To See If There Are More Parts To This Story)

Loki felt groggy when he finally gained back consciousness.

It took him a long time to take in his surroundings but when he did, he felt the fear settle in.

It was a little cell, bars separating him from the outside of it. It was cold and dark, empty of pretty much anything. No bed, no toilet, nothing.

Then Loki realized that Sylvie wasn't there. It was just himself in the cell. Nor was she in any of the other cells across from him as far as he could see. That's when he really started to panic. Where was she?

He was lucky he didn't have to wait long for an answer as he heard footsteps and a female voice clearly belonging to Sylvie heading towards his cell.

Loki went to stand but cursed when his ankle protesting the idea. It should have healed by now.

Sylvie appeared in front of the cell, hands chained behind her. Those beasts unlocked the chains and the cell, shoving her inside. Loki managed to catch her as she fell and pulled her close, glaring hatefully at the beasts.

The beast shut the cell and left without a word to either of them. Loki waited until their footsteps faded before turning to look at Sylvie, the question of if she was okay on his lips but she shook her head before she could ask.

"I'm fine. They haven't hurt me," Sylvie told him though Loki heard the unspoken 'yet'.

"Where did they take you?" Loki demanded though his voice was soft, eyes checking that Sylvie wasn't lying about not being hurt. There was a bruise on her cheek but that could have easily been from attempting to fight that cloaked figure.

Sylvie swallowed harshly. "To him. He's still alive. Odin never killed him like he told us he did."

"Who?" Loki inquired warily.

"Thanos," Sylvie told him, a shudder running through her. "You can't agree with what he tells you. He'll want to speak to you as well. Whatever he promises you, don't give him what he wants. Promise me Loki."

Loki blinked. "You spoke to Thanos?!"

"Focus, Loki! Promise me you won't agree with whatever he promises you," Sylvie hissed out.

Loki wanted to tell her no and explain what the hell she meant by speaking to Thanos even though it was clear what it meant but he instead nodded stiffly. "I promise."

Sylvie relaxed a little though she still seemed too tense. Not that Loki could fault her on it.

"Is there any way to escape?" Loki asked, unnerved by how easily his sister had given up. She never gave up without a fight. Especially not so quickly.

Sylvie shook her head, green eyes distant. "No, nothing. The place is a maze in itself which would be hard enough to navigate. Not only that but our magic has been restrained."

"What?" Loki breathed, shocked. But now that she had said it, he could feel it. The way his seiðr was curled tight inside him, unable to expand. "How—?"

"Magic restraints," Sylvie sighed, holding up her hands to show the bracelet like black bands circling her wrists. "There's no way to get them off. They've seemed to have grafted into our skin."

Loki looked down at his own wrists to find the same black bands around his own wrists. No wonder his ankle hadn't healed yet. If he didn't have his seiðr to speed his healing process, it could take ages for it to heal. They almost looked like tattoos with how tight they clung to his skin.

"What will we do then?" Loki asked, still staring down at his wrists.

Sylvie leaned against him. "There isn't much we can do. But we can't give Thanos what he wants."

"And what does he want?" Loki asked her.

Sylvie didn't get the chance to answer as those beasts came back, unlocking the cell again and one entered, Loki barely able to move as it grabbed his arm and yanked him up, away from Sylvie who shouted in rage but Loki was pushed out of the cell which was locked behind them before Sylvie could do much more than scramble to her feet.

Loki glanced back at Sylvie with worried green eyes and wasn't in the least reassured by the fear he saw in hers.

Loki was roughly led forward and had no choice but to walk or be pushed over. The beasts didn't speak to him as he was led through winding corridors and finally led out into a poor excuse of a throne room.

Still, Loki stared wide eyed at the person sitting on the 'throne'. Loki wished he was back in that cell with Sylvie.

Loki had heard of Thanos and his power. He was one of the strongest beings in all the nine realms. And he was meant to be dead, killed by Odin. Well, it wouldn't be the first time that old fool had lied to him.

"Loki of Asgard," Thanos greeted pleasantly, a small smile on his face that made Loki want to crawl out of his skin. "I've heard much about you from your sister."

Loki swallowed hard. "I'm sure. Only good thing I hope?"

"Something of the sort," Thanos agreed.

"Whatever you want from me," Loki said before Thanos could continue. "I'm not giving it to you. I refuse to help you."

"You haven't even heard what I want," Thanos protested with a smirk. "You should at least hear me out before you make a decision, shouldn't you?"

"I don't care to know what you want. I'm not going to comply with your demands," Loki said firmly.

Thanos chuckled, leaning forward on his throne. "You'll regret disobeying me, little Jotun."

Loki felt like he'd been punched in the gut, glaring with deep hatred. "How would you know about that?"

"The Other is very informative," Thanos said, gesturing to the side of the room and Loki started when he saw the cloaked figure they'd first encountered. "They saw into your mind and told me all I needed to know about you and your sister."

Loki balled his hands into fists. "Then you know we won't do what you tell us to. We're rather defiant like that."

"I do know that. But no matter," Thanos said with a pleasant smile. "My Chitauri will convince your sister and you to comply with my demands. I just thought to give you the option to obey on your own free will."

"Free will," Loki muttered. "Says the man that imprisoned us."

"You'll learn soon enough what your defiance will do for you," Thanos told him simply before grinning sharply. "Nothing good, that I can promise you."

Loki continued to glare even as he was pulled away by those beasts, the Chitauri, and led back to the cells.

...

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Fire and Ice    

Chapter 1: You Will Scream

Sunlight filtered down the serene bamboo forest. Somewhere in the distance, a bird called out to its mate faintly, and even fainter, its wings flapped into the distance. If tranquility were to have meaning, it would be this. A lone figure clad in yellow and black hood stood in the middle of the forest. Silver armor that adorned it glinted under the soft daylight. It was as still as could be and not even its breathing made any sound. Then, swiftly, a glint of steel, and a bamboo pole split along its length, cut cleanly in two. The bamboo halves fell on the ground with a dull thud. A blur of yellow made its way across the forest floor and in its wake, bamboos started falling.

A few moments later, a group of people dressed in black with yellow bands or masks followed the falling bamboo. They appeared to be following the yellow figure, and failing spectacularly. All they were catching were the falling bamboo, and the elusive target was extending its distance by the second.

The group desperately tried to speed up until finally they seem to have caught their target in a clearing. At least that was what they thought, for apparently the figure appeared to have stood still and waited for them.

"Your instructions were to catch the bamboo before they even reach the ground. How could you hope to track me if you couldn't catch up at all?"

The group bowed their heads in shame. "Apologies, Grandmaster."

"I do not wish to resort to harsh measures, but I am very unhappy with your lack of progress. You have until next week to show me some progress. Dismissed."

Hanzo scowled as his students took their leave. They did not dare talk back to him, but he could hear them muttering in the distance as they ran farther. He was lost in thought on how he could hone his students so much so that he did not notice a flash of sunlight reflected from a throwing knife until it was mere inches from him. It was too late to deflect. The ninja vanished in a flash of flame and reappeared amongst the bamboo. He barely just materialized when again knives flew at his direction, as if anticipating him. Hanzo rolled over and was forced back into the clearing. His assailant seems to be familiar with the his evasive tactics.

Hanzo's eyes darted left and right as he tried to scan his surroundings, trying to assess the situation and determine where his attacker might be. Very few would dare to take on the Shirai Ryu Grandmaster in his own territory, and even fewer would be able to land such close calls.

From behind him the air protested as it was split by more daggers cutting their path towards the ninja. He was able to deflect the first dozen of them but a stray one almost hit his left foot. Hanzo was forced to reposition, and this cost him his balance, and his attempt to deflect the last dagger instead disarmed his katana.

Wasting no time, he drew out his rope spear. Hanzo gritted his teeth. He was getting annoyed at his assailant. Earthrealm has been quiet for a few years now, and there has been no alerts sent out by the Special Forces or the Lin Kuei of any new threats.

Hanzo quickly drew a map of the bamboo forest in his mind. He knew that his assailant would have to be within the forest as well, and judging by the angles the weapons were coming from, whoever threw them would have to be very quick as well. In fact, quick enough to match his movement. Hanzo decided he had no choice but to scout his attacker by quickly hellporting across the forest. Bursts of flame and cinder littered the forest as the ninja scanned the area, trying to locate his opponent. At last he found his attacker covered in black darting around the forest clearing. Before Hanzo could attack, a dagger flew in front of him. It came from another direction.

"Two assassins?" Hanzo thought. That was troubling. The assassin he spotted picked up speed and vanished.

Hanzo flung his spear into the direction where the dagger came from and pulled it back as soon as the rope became taut. The spear dragged with it what looked like another assassin dressed in black, except, it began to crumble as it flew through the air. Hanzo retrieved his spear completely empty. Whatever it was that got caught by the spear completely disintegrated in mid-air.

Hanzo landed on the forest floor and before he could jump or hellport, there was a flash of faint blue light and he found himself unable to move. His spear fell limp and hung just a few inches from the ground.

A pair of feet landed softly from behind and Hanzo thought he heard fabric being unfurled and thrown to the ground.

Hanzo was prepared to burst into flames but before he could muster the strength, he felt a hand grab the knot of his hair, pull it back briefly only to bash his head forward. Hanzo hit something solid and he was dazed from the impact. His vision was blurred and he could not figure out what kept him immobile. He felt another hand around his waist, reaching around for the belt that kept his blades in place. The groping hand seemed satisfied that the katana was already disarmed, so it went for the wakizashi instead. The shorter blade was removed from Hanzo's belt and was thrown into the ground several feet away.

The hand on the back of Hanzo's head relaxed and withdrew just a little and then combed aggressively through his hair and pulled, forcing Hanzo's head back up.

Hanzo could hear soft breathing from his right ear as the assailant drew closer.

"Are you burning out?" a familiar deep voice asked.

Cold air wafted against Hanzo's skin as his pants were forcibly taken down. And fingers that felt familiar, fingers that usually gripped his thighs, clawed his back, and grasped his cock, were instead pushing themselves inside Hanzo's exposed hole. The Shirai Ryu grunted as he was penetrated and stretched by the invading fingers he knew very well. His heart raced as he quickly tried to detect if any of his students went back because of the commotion. At that time he was thankful his students' perception were not up to par, for they would have seen their grandmaster caught and being loosened by an old sworn enemy. And as the Shirai Ryu grandmaster uttered a small sigh of relief at the absence of his students, his hole stretched open as it was penetrated by an impressive manhood that was uncommonly warm for its owner. As the cock pierced through the ring of muscle, Hanzo's ass seemed to welcome it and pulled it in smoothly, until it was completely plugged by the base of the shaft, and balls gently touched the entrance of his hole. The cock's girth imposed steady pressure inside Hanzo, and it was a comfortable combination of pleasure and pain.

"I hope you understand the stakes of the game you are trying to play, Sub-Zero," Hanzo grunted as the Lin Kuei Grandmaster rocked his hips in a circular motion, sweeping Hanzo's insides and probing for the sweet spot.

Hanzo let out an embarassing moan, one that is usually heard from Kuai, as the probing cock pressed against the ninja's prostate.

Kuai chuckled. "You will scream."

Kuai pushed Hanzo's head back a bit more and started to rock his hips ever so slightly, tortorously slow and deliberately steady. And yet its effect on Hanzo was profound, as it forced him to really feel the stimulation of his spot and the stretching of hole. Hanzo bit his lip. A drop of sweat slid from his forehead down to his nose. Sub-Zero's calculated cool approach had the Shirai Ryu curling his toes with only the first few gyration of hips.

Kuai thrusted in again at a glacial pace, and Hanzo could only respond with a drawn out moan.

"Damn you, Kuai," Hanzo cursed. Kuai should be under the ninja's mercy, and not the other way around. Kuai pulled back very slowly again, not heeding Hanzo's protest. "Fuuuuuck..." Hanzo said but his voice trailed and his body shuddered.

Kuai kept his firm grip on Hanzo and slid in slowly again, Hanzo's hole stretching and closing, feeling the angry tip and every engorged vein along Kuai's shaft until once again it is plugged by the base.

"Fuck you, Kuai," Hanzo said, his eyes rolling up uncontrollably.

"I think you'll find I'm the one fucking you, Hanzo," Kuai whispered very softly to Kuai's ear, just before licking it purposefully slow. Hanzo's erection grew stiffer. The Lin Kuei pulled himself out yet again, stopping just before the tip slides out completely. "Surely the esteemed Shirai Ryu Grandmaster can easily free himself..." Kuai removed his grip on Hanzo's hair and held both hips instead. Hanzo braced himself for another slow and steady thrust.

Still hovering beside Hanzo's ear, Kuai's mouth curled into a wide grin. "..but he won't." And in Kuai thrusted suddenly, hitting Hanzo's vulnerable spot with deadly precision.

-to be continued

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Enchanted To Meet You || 04.

Summary: No one ever told you that you had a soulmate or—soulmates, for that matter. Humans don't have soulmates, but shapeshifters do. What are you supposed to do when the seven members of the worlds biggest boy band turn out to be your soulmates—only for you to realise that they aren't even human.

BTS is on a hiatus and ARMY thinks they are completing their mandatory military service. You believe that too, at least you did, until you realised that you had adopted them and that one way or another they were gonna live with you—as Hybrids because apparently you all are soulmates. SOULMATE AU // HYBRID AU // IDOL AU

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Gif does not belong to me. All rights are reserved by the creator @ame3_jk (Twitter).

Series Master-list

This Chapter:-

PG: 13 (curse words)

Word Count: 2390

Warnings: None 

You spoon the bottom of your bowl, trying to get every last scrap of ramen. You were a college student, who was under debt and working part-time, being too frugal wasn't an issue—not for you. 

Then you tip the bowl back and lick the edge for good measure.

Once done with your dinner, you turn to see Kookie still munching on his food. His tiny mouth and whiskers move with every motion of his jaw, and you almost coo aloud. 

Too cute

You smile and refrain from petting him, doing your best to let him eat his meal in peace. Instead, you pick your bowl and move to the kitchen, collecting all the pans from the counter and dumping them in the sink. Then you roll your sleeves up and start doing the dishes, drying them all off once they were scrubbed and rinsed. 

Done with the dishes, you take a bottle out of your fridge and deposit it onto your bedside table. With all your night duties in the kitchen done, you switch off the lights and head to your shower. 

As you walk by the living room on the way to your washroom, you see Kookie still munching on his food, his long, floppy ears quivering in content and happiness. You let out a soft smile at that. 

'It feels good to not be alone anymore.' You think and bite your lip, pausing for a second to take in the sight of your new roommate.

You step out of your shower back into your room, washed, clothed, and refreshed. The hot shower had made all your muscles loose, and all you now wanted to do was curl into your bed, under your warm blankets and dream.  

You walk out to your living room in search of your bunny and see Kookie curled on top of your couch, both his ears droopy and close to him. 

You move towards him slowly, trying your best to be noiseless so as to not startle him.  

Once you reach him, you squat down beside the couch and run your hands through his fur. The soft silky hair, slide past your fingers as you continue to run your hands through his fur. Your fingers slide closer to his ears, before you scratch the spot between them, and in response, you hear him let out a purr. 

Muffling a giggle, you scoop him up in your arms and bring him closer to your chest. Walking out back to your room, you switch off all the lights behind you on your way as Kookie makes himself comfortable, snuggling closer to you—seeking your body heat. 

Snapping the door shut behind you, you walk to the mattress that you had set out for your bunny. 

Tomorrow you were going to go and buy him a proper bed, but for tonight the mattress was going to have to do.

Leaning forward you drop a kiss on his head, whispering a soft 'Good Night Kook' before you wrap the thin blanket around him and make a nest of sorts. Giving the blanket one last pat you get up and walk to your bed, curling and falling asleep within minutes of your head hitting the pillow. 

What you fail to notice is the way your bunny is frozen, his eyes wide and his ears standing upright—quivering. His big chocolate brown eyes trained on your sleeping figure.

The next morning you wake up to the sound of your alarm ringing in your ear. Groaning, you stretch across your bed and switch the alarm off before falling back on the mattress with a thud. It's then that you feel something squirming above your head, close to your hair? 

Curious and wary, you rub your bleary eyes and twist to look at what it is, and gasp when your eyes take in the scene. 

There on your pillow above your head was your bunny, curled into a ball with his face tilted and ears tucked close to his body. 

The hell?

You sit up fully, careful to not make any sudden motions, and rub the sleep out of your eyes. Blinking open, your eyes again search for your pillow and stop, once they land on it. Kookie was still very clearly curled into a ball on top of your bed—on your pillow to be precise. 

How the hell did he even get there? You ask no one in particular as your gaze stays trained on the animal who is still sleeping on your pillow. Kookie, by the looks of it, should not have been able to jump up on your bed as it was too high off the ground. 

Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes narrow, as you lean over the bed to look down the edge to see if maybe there was something that he could have used as a step to assist such a high jump. However, your search turns up empty when the only thing you find are your slippers and they could not have been the assistance.

Confused first thing in the morning, you huff as you run your hands through your hair and scowl when they get stuck in a tangle. None too gently wrenching it free, you slide off of your bed and move to get ready for the day. Thoughts about Kookie’s high jump skills put to the back of your mind for now.

Once done with your shower, you get dressed into a pair of comfortable sweats and a loose tee, letting your wet hair loose and tucked behind your ears.

Putting on some K-pop on your Bluetooth speakers in the background, you set about chopping some veggies for Kookie and your breakfast. Throwing in a portion of those veggies in the pan, you add a few spices and then give the pan a good shake. Once your food is suitably roasted you turn off the stove and pour it into a bowl. With both your breakfast ready, you make your way back to the living room.

Placing the two bowls on the center table, you turn around, intending to go back and grab your bunny, only to stop in surprise. 

Beside the center-table and over your cheap red carpet was Kookie, his ears raised and twitching in curiosity.

"Huh, well look at you, up and about already are we?" You ask him drily, as you scoop him up and place him on the couch. 

"So, you can magically jump on my bed but can't jump on this tiny couch?" You question him again as you plop back on the couch and poke his back teasingly. 

Kookie, in all his dramatic glory proceeds to ignore you, letting out a huff as his ears swivel away from you—a sign of what you assume was annoyance aimed towards you and your teasing. You just let loose an amused snort at his antics, before shoving in a mouthful of lettuce yourself.

30 minutes later, you find yourself in the bathroom, crouched low beside your tub with your sleeves folded up to your elbows as you get ready to give your bunny a bath. 

Once the water was up to an inch, you turn off the tap and twist to pick Kookie up from where he was—surprisingly, waiting patiently beside you. 

You slowly ease him into the water, your grip on him never loosening—just in case he suddenly decides to start thrashing around and accidentally gets water into his ears. Your experience had taught you that it could result in your bunny catching a cold and the last thing you needed was the responsibility of taking care of a sick pet. 

Cupping your hand you scoop up some water, gently pouring it down his body and getting his fur wet. Then, you squeeze out the shampoo that you had gotten for him yesterday and start scrubbing his fur.

Carefully, making sure that no suds were getting into his eyes or nose, you continue to lather him—scrubbing softly in some parts to make sure that his fur was thoroughly clean and that all the dirt from being and running around in the shelter was out. Once you deem your bunny clean enough, you pour some water from your hand onto his fur and get the shampoo out. 

After rinsing his fur thoroughly, you pull a spare towel from the hanger above you and wrap it around Kookie. As soon as he is up in your arms again, wrapped into a warm cocoon, he purrs. The soft sound echoes in the four walls of your bathroom and you just shake your head at him.

"You are one strange bunny, you know that Kook?" 

The way his gaze snaps up to yours and twinkles—almost makes you think that he does.

Your little fluff ball of joy was still wrapped in your towel like a burrito when you set him down in your lap, your legs under him, crossed Indian style on top of the bed.

 Softly running the towel through his fur, you try to be as gentle as you can be. Your past has made you aware of how sensitive rabbits are and how harsh motions could hurt him and so you take your time—patting him dry gently and letting the towel soak all the excess water. 

Kookie, after the warm bath and gentle treatment, is a purring ball of fur on your lap—more cat-like than any rabbit, if you were being honest. His warm breaths hit your wrists and fingers as you continue to pat him dry, the faint sound of him grinding his teeth together in happiness reaching your ears.  

It was a bit strange, how different Kookie was as compared to your previous rabbit—maybe it was just his personality? You were no animal expert and so you couldn't be sure, but something about him felt different. 

You remember when you had first seen your previous rabbit, you had been excited—happy, to have a friend to play with, but this time, when you were at the shelter to adopt Kookie, it had felt different, odd. 

The entire day had almost felt like a blur to you—from suddenly having that inexplicable urge to go to that particular shelter halfway across the city, to wanting a rabbit, to then having that stroke? It was all so weird and so unlike you, that you couldn't wrap your head around it. 

You sigh as you continue to pat Kookie dry, lost in your thoughts, as he makes himself comfortable on your lap. The patch on your sweats under him is now a large, wet spot that was sticking uncomfortably to your skin. 

Kookie, annoyed by your lack of attention to him, nibbles on your finger and you snap out of your thoughts with a wince. 

"Aye, no bitey-biting my fingers you attention-whore," you frown as you pick him up and bring him close to your face. His large doe-like eyes, continue to gaze in yours as he blinks innocently and your frown grows as you go cross-eyed from looking at him from so close, but you stubbornly don't back down. 

'I am going to make my point dammit!' You think as your eyes stay trained on his. He, for obvious reasons, could not understand your language, and pointlessly rambling in his face was not going to work. So you try the next best approach—which was to go back to your neanderthal roots and stare him down. 

'Yeah, tell him who's the boss here.' Some part of your brain encourages and being the slightly mentally unhinged person that you are, you agree. 

Kookie for his part does not look impressed. Your eyes narrow further in an attempt to look more intimidating, he in response though only blinks, and then his head tilts back away from you and he sniffs. 

"Did you just turn up your nose at me?!" you ask incredulously, as you try to figure out if your bunny has an attitude problem or not. 

You know he probably didn't because that's not normal rabbit behavior, but you still feel like he did. 

Regardless of if he did or did not, you can't help the snort that comes out of you. You shake your head at him and chuckle before bringing him closer and kissing the top of his head fondly. 

No matter how different and a handful your bunny was turning out to be, you wouldn't want him to be any other way. 

A few hours later, you are locking the door to your apartment behind you as you step out for a grocery run. You had filled all his pots and pans before leaving, so he shouldn’t be hungry or thirsty in your absence. 

Climbing down the stairs two at a time, you quickly jog across the parking lot before getting in your car and turning the ignition on. You glance at the list that you had taped on the dashboard—a habit of yours—and pull out of the parking lot, driving down to the nearest pet shop to get Kookie his own bed. 

The night sky above your head is clear, the stars bright and the cool breeze a relief on your overheated sweaty skin. 

Shopping for everything on that list took longer than you had initially thought it would, and you sigh tiredly as you climb up the stairs, back to the floor of your apartment. Most of the shopping bags were still in the backseat of your car and the thought of having to do more trips up and down the stairs with those bags in your arms had you groaning out loud.

Your apartment complex was adequate. While it did not have a lift, it also did not have any drug dealers residing in it, and in life, you had learned to take what you could get and not complain too much about what you couldn't.

With the key finally in the lock, you turn it in and push the door to your apartment open, only to freeze at the threshold. 

From somewhere inside your apartment—and your guess was your bedroom, comes out the sound of loud, booming music followed by even louder thumps. Your heart races and your mouth goes dry as you realize that the noises coming from deep inside your apartment sounds an awful lot like—

footsteps. 

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