#it does seem a bit silly but it seems to be standard practice in a lot of films and tv shows

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I'm sorry but I can't take the TokRev movies seriously when this bunch of middle schoolers are all clearly played by people in their 20s-30s lmao. I'm still gonna watch the upcoming one though

Lmao I just age them up in my head.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Miracle II

Aitana Bonmatí x Baby!Reader

Summary: Aitana babyproofs

The first night you are with her...

Well, the first night you are with her as a Bonmatí, is a stressful one.

You cry.

And then you stop.

Then you cry again when she sets you down for bed.

It's still early by Atiana's standards but it's gone seven and all the baby books say it's perfect bedtime for little babies.

But you just don't seem to want to settle and Aitana can't think of what she's done wrong. She's moved you into your own room now with little glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling to occupy you. You're newly washed and warm in your fluffy onesie and you're holding the little pegasus plushie Aitana bought you when you were born.

She's followed the books to a tee and yet you still cried.

You cried and cried and whined for your Ta-Ta until Aitana picked you up and you settled again.

She has no choice but to drag your crib straight back into her room because you refuse to settle anywhere else.

But, apart from that small hiccup, you are a golden baby.

You are soft and sweet and make little happy gurgling sounds whenever you see your Mama Ta-Ta.

It all goes so well and Aitana doesn't know what she was worrying about until you learn how to walk. She was impressed at first, you were on the younger end when you learnt and she's very impressed when you just got up one day from where you're playing on your mat to walk over to the kitchen where Aitana is making dinner.

You raise your arms for her and she instantly picks you up.

All you wanted was your Mama Ta-Ta.

The issue comes when Aitana realises just how many sharp corners are in her house and just how quickly you have transitioned from wobbly steps to proper walking.

"Sorry, Tana," Marta says when Aitana asks about babyproofing during a break in practice. She's talking to her Aitana but her eyes are focused on where her Conejita and Caro are making flower crowns together. "I never had to do that for Conejita. She didn't walk until quite late and she never really strayed far."

Aitana can believe that. Even now Conejita is a careful child. She doesn't run and doesn't play rough. She just chooses a space and sits and weaves flowers together.

So, Aitana turns to Mapi and Ingrid.

They're sitting a bit further away as little Skatt is letting a beetle climb all over her fingers.

Ingrid has a similar response.

"Skatt never moved very fast," Ingrid says," It was easy to occupy her."

"I think you can order these foam things that clip onto corners," Mapi offers, hooking her hand around the inside of Skatt's collar to pull her closer when she tries to wander after where the beetle has flown off to," You could try those."

And Aitana does. She orders them as soon as she gets home while occupying you with a sensory programme about space.

You like that kind of thing, Aitana has learnt and your room (which you now more frequently sleep in) is full of stars and planets and the mobile that hangs above your crib is a replica of the solar system and sings a silly song about how to name each planet.

Her corner guards come within the hour after Aitana pays an extortionate price for sameday delivery. The ring of the doorbell makes you turn your head but your interest is captured once again by the spinning stars and comets so Aitana feels safe babyproofing the apartment while you watch your video.

She's just clipping on the last of the guards when there's a tug on her shorts. She's not surprised to see you standing there. Your video finished a few minutes ago and the soft pad of your socked feet were ones Aitana was used to now.

"Hola, estrella," She coos at you.

You babble nonsense for a while before lifting up your arms. "Ta-Ta."

"Alright," Aitana says," Uppies, it is." She lifts you up onto her hip and you take the time to poke at the new corner guards.

Your little brows furrow and Aitana can't help but think about how much you look like her when you do that.

"It's to protect your head," She explains to you," So you can go running around and not hurt yourself."

You poke it again in confusion, legs kicking out before you huff and rest your head against Aitana's chest.

"Tar," You whine and Aitana knows that word in your language too.

She laughs. "Alright, we can watch the dancing stars again."

You must know she's agreed because you burst into ecstatic giggles as she walks you back to the sofa.

Both Marta and Ingrid had warned her about the mindless, boring videos she would now have to watch as your mother but Aitana finds that she doesn't quite mind.

She'll sit through mindless kid's shows forever if it means keeping you in her arms.

But, it seems that you don't want to be in her arms right now as you spot your stuffed pegasus lying by the corner from earlier.

Aitana lets you go, watching as you pad very carefully over to your toy. She sucks in a breath as you approach the corner. You stop just in front of it, staring.

You wrap your little hand around the corner and duck down with your other to grab your plushie. You pull yourself back up, patting the corner happily before wandering back to Aitana.

You show her your toy.

"Ta-Ta, peg-sus."

She laughs. "That's right. Your pegasus. There's a constellation called pegasus. Is that why you like it so much?"

You giggle and gnaw on a wing.

She hefts you up onto her lap again and you rest your ear against her chest.

"Tar," You point at the tv.

"Alright, let me put on your stars."

[tcfactory]

Silly idea of the day is Mobei-jun breaking Tianlang-jun out from under the mountain because he looked the workload of running the entire demon realm in the eye and said no thank you, fuck that noise.

I've been thinking about Tianlang-jun and all the time he spent wandering the human realm and it probably means one of two things:

He is Junshang in-name-only, sort of like Binghe, where he's the strongest so he can go wherever he pleases and do whatever he wants. Only the benefits, no actual ruling, but nobody can effectively dethrone him because heavenly demon too strong.

He does all his obligatory ruling, but he is really efficient about it. He goes back to the demon realm for like a week every so often when he holds open court for a few days, deals with all the piled up paperwork and then leaves everything in the hands of competent subordinates as he goes back to living his best life doing whatever

And if it's that second one I can imagine it would be something Mobei-jun, who seem to like spending much of his day resting, would probably admire if he ever met the old Junshang. That's the sort of efficiency he strives to achieve too, but preferably on a smaller scale, so he can have all the uninterrupted naps in Qinghua's bed he wants.

But then Luo Binghe climbs back out of the endless abyss and beats Mobei-jun and tries to recruit him to his cause, by virtue of I Beat You I'm Your Boss Now. Mobei usually doesn't mind that sort of thing, except after spending a few excruciating hours in Binghe's company he comes to the dreadful realization that, by demon standards, the new wannabe Junshang has the leadership qualities and general charisma of a wet tissue. Binghe is 100% Shizun-brained, which is not that unusual, demons do often feel that kind of singular devotion to their mates, but he absolutely doesn't have the right upbringing to function around that emotion.

Unless Mobei-jun can get off this ride really fucking quickly then he's going to be stuck doing all the practical parts of ruling the united demon realm, while Luo Binghe does his best impression of a househusband to his beloved Shizun.

No more time for lazy weekends when he can hunt to his leisure and ignore petitions for a few days. No more slacking off in Qinghua's home. And speaking of Qinghua, more work for Mobei-jun is inevitably more work for Shang Qinghua.

If Shang Qinghua gets swamped with even more work then he might actually go through with his often mumbled threats of leaving Mobei-jun.

He can't allow that to happen.

But Mobei-jun is currently no match for Luo Binghe and who knows when he will inherit his clan's ancestral power, so he needs to find someone else who can beat the half-heavenly demon for him. Someone he wouldn't mind serving if it comes to that.

It's really not as difficult as he expects to find out where the cultivators have sealed Tianlang-jun. The arrays give him some trouble, but nothing he can't solve by making a copy that he sneaks into Shang Qinghua's paperwork. Not letting him know the importance of something is a good way to make sure it gets solved along with the routine stuff, because Qinghua will just do it on autopilot instead of worrying about it and overthinking it.

All in all, it's a piece of cake. Tianlang-jun is recovered and nursed back to health with the ridiculous amount of miracle flowers Mobei-jun has picked up over the years for Qinghua. He might have actually come out of this stronger than he was before and without an ailing body to nerf him there really isn't much that can stand against Tianlang-jun. Xin Mo who? A sword is as strong as the person wielding it and against the combined might of two heavenly demons and Mobei's portal powers Luo Binghe comes up short. Long live the old Junshang, thank fuck he's back.

Tianlang-jun's newfound fixation with taking revenge on the cultivators is a bit of an issue, but Mobei-jun is certain Qinghua will find a way to placate him somehow. He has all that dirt on Huan Hua Palace after all, maybe eradicating the sect that was the loudest voice for imprisoning him will be enough to sate the Junshang's bloodthirst. Anyway, in the meantime the demon realm is finally running as it should and Mobei can look forward to a future filled with lazy afternoons and plenty of free time he can spend with his human.

As far as he's concerned, all is right in the world.

[sweettjrose]

Came up with a Disney Comic Villains Teacher AU this is what I have:

Peg Leg Pete (Mr. Pete) - P.E. Teacher

Also works as the Coach for the Wrestling and Football Teams

Doesn't put much effort in teaching but cares a lot about getting his teams to win through ruthless practices or any other means cheating

Married to the Art Teacher

Trudy Van Tubb (Mrs. Van Tubb) - Art Teacher

The most beloved teacher at the school

Expanded the art program to also include fashion design and jewelry making

Does not allow anyone to hurt or insult her students

Works with the Drama Teacher to keep the arts department alive and funded, despite constant threats of closure

Sylvester Shyster (Mr. Shyster) - Civics Teacher

A good teacher who is able to make what could easily be a boring class entertaining

Part of this is that he often shows the shady side of the politics and slips in loopholes and ways to get around the laws he teaches

Knows all the school codes, rules, and statutes by heart as well as how to get around them.

Spends a lot of time with the P.E. and Arts teacher

Portis Egmont (Mr. Egmont) - Chemistry Teacher

One of the many science teachers at the school

Can be seen as a bit boring, but grabs the kids attention by showing off cool inventions and experiments he works on in his free time

Constantly feels like he is competing and proving himself against the other science teachers (Ecks, Doublex, Triplex, etc.)

Is related to the P.E. Teacher and is visited by the Drama Teacher a lot

The Phantom Blot (Mr. Blot) - Drama / Music Teacher

Has very high standards and can be very strict and intimidating

Has bigger plans for his career (Principal, Head of the School Board, Taking over the entire Department of Education) but is working as a teacher for now

Only teaches music to find the best musicians and singers for his plays

But his students still like him as he can be very charming on his better days, clearly knows what he's doing, and is partially why the arts department is still alive

Sponsors many of the clubs including the drama, track, and robotics club

Scuttle - Janitor / Bus Driver / Cook / Etc.

Not a teacher but still a well known and well loved member of the staff

Usually tasked with random odd jobs throughout the school outside of his typical duties

The students love him for all the silly and entertaining shenanigans he gets into

Spends a lot of time with the P.E., Chemistry, Arts, and Drama Teacher

Dr. Vulter (Dr. Vulter) - JROTC (Military Prep) / Environmental Science Teacher

The kids in his JROTC program are extremely loyal and obedient to him

Even his science students know not to mess with him

It is mystery on whether his kids are actually doing a normal JROTC program or something a bit more, but people are too scared to try and find out

His past is also a mystery, though he does have a lot of aquatic memorabilia

The Rhyming Man (Mr. Rhyme) - Creative Writing / Language Arts Teacher

Talks in rhyme as he teaches

Pretty good at teaching, though is known for brutal grading, having erratic temperamental behavior at times, and in general just being scary

Nobody really knows anything about him as he usually keeps to himself and focuses only on teaching his class.

The only person he really talks to is Dr. Vulter, though he does seems to strongly dislike the Drama Teacher

[kaneaken]

intermission: and how do you say, i love you?

previous × masterlist × next

if you were to ask heizou at what moment he knew he was absolutely, head over heals in love with you, he wouldn't be able to give a clean cut answer.

it's not only the fact that he would end up rambling on and on. he believes that every moment he has with you has cemented his love further from the first moment he locked eyes with you.

as silly as it may seem to some, specifically a certain snarky friend, heizou believes that he experienced love at first meeting when he met you.

it wasn't the most romantic meeting in heizou's eyes, especially since it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

heizou knew that his companionship with sango and her club wasn't meant to last. it wasn't only that he wanted to chase bigger cases, while she was content with anything that ended up in their hands.

their differing visions and sango's quick temper added onto the reason behind their split. heizou knew it was for the best. if he wanted to get those big cases, he needed to put himself out there. and he wasn't sure how much longer he could deal with that short temper. however, it didn't make the pain of hurting a trusted companion any worse.

which was why he ended up staring blankly at the vending machine after school.

maybe ending their friendship was going a bit far. leaving the club didn't mean that they couldn't be friends, right? was chasing those big cases really worth it if it meant he lost something?

heizou sighed. well, whatever might have been isn't something he should be worried about.

" excuse me? "

startled, heizou fumbles with the coins in his hands, letting them scatter at his feet

" oh, sorry for the fright "

heizou crouches to pick up his coins, mumbling an 'it's fine' to the person behind him

he notices a hand join his in picking up the scattered change. looking up, he locks eyes with you

his breath hitches. oh, wow, you were stunning. heizou never really had a type, but you seemed to become the standard at the moment.

" sorry again for scaring you. you were just kinda staring intensely at the vending machine. i hope everything's okay "

with those words, you left him with a red face that concerned the passing students.

after that, heizou did what he does best. he did some research regarding you.

you were a good student overall. a lot of people who knew you said you were a good friend. witness accounts, read itto, told him you would be a good match for him.

" you guys are both pretty smart and good looking, right? so, c'mon, with the brains and looks, you guys are practically a power couple! "

still, heizou wanted to affirm his attraction to you by watching you in your "natural environment," which meant attending an after school play.

so, that's what heizou did. bringing along a few of his friends, he went to watch you on stage.

now, he knew that the theatre club wasn't as popular as most sports club, but he was quite shocked to see that his friend group took up a large majority of seats. he only brought along four friends.

heizou wondered if it was always like this. how were you able to keep the club afloat like this? who funded you if the shows didn't bring about much profit? why did you keep putting these shows on?

and heizou didn't mean to demean you in any way while he searched for answers. he just wanted to know what drove you. and he got his answer once you arrived on stage.

passion. your movements, your speech, everything you did on stage was full of passion. you reminded him of himself when he first wanted to do detective work.

the circumstances were against him. not a lot of people supported him. he almost quit, but he knew that detective work was his passion. why should he walk away from something he adored so much? it would just take time to show that he could do it.

when all the actors gathered on stage for their bows, heizou is sure he clapped the hardest for you.

that's when heizou knew that he was head over heels, completely, totally enamored by you.

a/n; lil filler chapter to put a little more focus on heizou's love for y/n. we're already halfway through the story, so i hope you guys will stick around until the end (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

taglist... @duckyyyx @cooldudejorts

[kitkatyes]

I have been, once again, obsessed with TMA and newly, TMAGP and well, it seems to have translated to ieytd so...

ieytd characters assigned with fears

Obligatory warning for spoilers, both tma and all the ieytd games

While I'd love to have a set fear for every character in the games, I don't really know too much about the less-mentioned characters but I still have a decent chunk of them.

Linebreak because I definitely over-analysed this

So we all agree that the Agency has a distinct Eye flavour, right?

Reginald is definitely solely Eye-- more so in the watching aspect. He doesn't have anything in the Knowing department (be so real right now, he's dumb as bricks /aff) but definitely Watches his agents with a close eye.

Prisim on the other hand, while tinged with the Eye definitely has been affected by the Buried. In the sense that she is constantly buried under her expectations to achieve. She created the TK implant, she has to live up to those standards.

Director Morales is definitely like the Elias of the Agency. Does nothing but look pretty for the Eye, serving as a vessel.

Phoenix is really hard to decipher. I originally thought they'd be Desolation because of the fire motif but thinking about it more, they're a bit closer to the End with their penchant to avoid death.

Honestly, Zor reeks of the web. They hide in the shadows orchestrating their evil plans, coordinating and manipulating as many people as they can.

Fabby is an interesting one to me. She's definitely the Hunt. She finds so much joy in creating these traps for unsuspecting EOD agents to fall witness to. The thrill of the hunt and all that jazz.

Hivemind is so silly. So silly that they're somehow both the Web and Spiral. We see that he's got the mind control device in ieytd 3 as well as a mind-wiper. I'm sure anyone would feel like they're going crazy if they're suddenly missing a decent chunk of their memory.

Solaris is vast. She loves space and practically lived on the death engine. But, I can also see her being affected by the Lonely. She doesn't exactly have anyone stable considering the rotating cast of people sent to work on the Death Engine.

Anna gives off Slaughter vibes. I don't really know how to describe it other than the music motif she has. Pied Piper and all that shit.

Daniel Sans, despite the fact he has like, two minutes of screentime ABSOLUTELY is Corruption. Bro wants to unleash a supervirus??? Tell me that doesn't scream Corruption.

John Juniper. Oh, Juni. He has definitely been affected by the Eye. Being an actor in the spotlight would have consequences. But, I see him affiliated with the Stranger. He'd be so uncanny with his masks, both literal and metaphorical.

Ollie is Lonely. He's been stuck underwater for HOW long? That'd do something to a person

[lgcnina]

౨ৎ ⸝⸝ 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 , a solo.

once upon a time, birthdays had meant something more than they did now, anticipation and butterflies lining the pit of a younger ninas stomach as her imaginative brain conjured visions of bouncy castles, sugary sweets, and an ocean of gifts spanning farther than the naked eye could see. with adolescence came a certain wonder that seemed to coat everything, eyes glossy and rose-colored in a way that made the world seem far more vibrant than it'd actually end up being as father time marched forth.

the nina of today, freshly twenty-three and far removed from her more excitable years, loathes thinking she's completely lost that certain sparkle when it came to her outlook on life. she's by no means ecstatic, not in the same way she would have once been all too long ago, but she's content with what she's given.

far from being the type to hold others to a certain standard when it came to days like today, receiving anything ( be it a small gift or a few well-meaning words of positivity ) was more than what she could ever expected. so, the idea of having to host a live for herself is a concept that leaves her feeling rather off-kilter. she's no stranger to attention, affection and interest a given to be received considering her profession, but there's something much more . . . personal about all of this.

The room, one she's come to know like the back of her hand for practice and training purposes, is transformed into something unlike anything she could have ever thought it to be— sleek black curtains, draped purposefully, adorn the otherwise stark white walls. accents of maroon are strewn about, giving shape to an array of scattered balloons, hung streams, and mini party favors. even the silly little party hat nina humors herself into adorning shares the same hue, only a few shades off from the freshly dyed red of her hair. just above her head, stuck to the curtains behind her, reads happy birthday, nina with silver metallic letters. it's all just enough, flashy, but not obnoxious, and as things kick off, nina finds her stilted nerves beginning to ease as minutes tick on.

"if i'm being honest, i wasn't sure just how many of you would be interested in spending this time together," nina finds herself musing, shoulders relaxing as she leans more towards the camera a bit. "i thought to myself . . . surely, you've all got more important things to do than lend your time to something like this, right? i must say, my birthdays aren't usually this eventful, so this is different for me but . . . it does lift my spirits seeing just how many of you care." maybe she's feeling a bit sentimental, vulnerable in an oddly comforting way considering she's being broadcasted to more people than she can count. nina smiles. "i didn't mean to sound so sappy just there, but in any case, thank you all— and now, to pivot from all of that, how about some questions?"

time seems to fly past that point, the next thirty minutes packed with mellow chatter ( "favorite character, favorite character . . . i've always thought miffy was rather cute." "i remember once as a kid, my dad arranged one of my earlier birthday parties at zoo because, at that time, i thought i wanted to work with animals instead of sing. he's always been supportive of me." "remind me to show you all the cute keychain hayoung gifted me, it looks exactly like me when i'm in the vocal booths." ), and before nina knows it, she's got a mic in hand, her laptop situated before her on the table as she scrolls through her list of preplanned possible songs.

"it's been a while since i last did any karaoke, so i thought it might be nice to take some requests from you all— sound off suggestions in the comments while i finish setting up." contrary to the mild exhaustion she'd felt upon waking up that morning, nina feels good now, light. her voice floods the space, song after song, laugh after laugh, lips pulled into a content grin as she gives a final blow to the candles atop the pretty cake that'd been presented to her by staff at the start of the stream.

slowly but surely, the adjustment to idol life has gotten easier, smoother, and nina is all the happier for it.

"thank you all, again. i hope you join me next year, as well."

[lifmera]

Hello! I adore your writing! May I please have a match up for Hazbin Hotel, Chainsaw man and Sally face if it’s not too much trouble? I'm demisexual 27 year old plus sized woman. I’m 5"7 with fairly wide hips that dip to more narrow center and broad shoulders. My eyes are pale green bordering yellow with short almost shoulder length dark brown hair that is an orange blond from the top of my ears down. I have a septum piercing, two sets of ear piercings and glasses in sort of an aviator style that I forget to wear. I'm a little buff under all this fluff as I am a baker by trade. But I have been dealing with a shoulder injury has kinda left me feeling a bit fragile and frustrated. I've been told I'm fairly pretty but I just kinda don't see myself that by conventional standards. I'm not really self conscious about my body, I am just a large animal and people will just have to deal with that. I prefer to dress comfortably but if I can I enjoy wearing jumpsuits as well as black dresses.

I would describe my personality as caring but very direct. I Tend to prioritize others well being over my own. However, I am working on ensuring I take care of myself just as well. I tend to be reserved around other people but once I get comfortable I tend to ramble on my interests in short bursts, primarily around biology, cryptids, animation and practical effects. Honestly I enjoy being a bit aggressive with my friends- usually intimidation play or picking up people to help make them feel a little small. Admittedly when I feel comfortable around someone I prefer feeling small and protected if I’m not needed for comfort. I have many creative hobbies, primarily sketching, painting, sculpting, and crocheting. One of my favorite things to do is wildlife drawings. Though I find it difficult to hold on to my passions for prolonged periods of time, if someone I'm close to is passionate about something- I'm completely enthralled and try to be as supportive as possible. I love word play, often trying to force puns where they don't fit. I love horror and thriller movies and have a decent tolerance for gore but to be perfectly honest I have a hard time with handling prolonged scenes with people actively suffering.

This sounds a little silly but I imagine if I was a demon in hell I would probably resemble something of a chimera. I do apologize if this is a bit of a long submission! Thank you so much for your time!! 💚

I read sally face and started tweaking….

God i love sally face. AND THANK YOUUUUU.

.. I’ve decided to pair you with… ALASTOR, DENJI & LARRY JOHNSON!

Let’s be real. I think at first you’d remind him of his dear old mimzy. Before she died anyways, and obviously not dependent on him to fight your battles.

Alastor would find your rambling interesting, and he’d honestly probably learn something he hasn’t before? like “wow! Thats new.”

He’d want to learn more about your interests, also because he’s the radio demon, and doesn’t seem to really know much about the modern world- or care for it. But he IS based off a wendigo. So i’d think he’d find it interesting!

He LOVES when you paint, draw, crochet for hum! It reminds him or his own mother, and he’d probably become attached to you.

He’d also enjoy it if you did all of this, while he’s broadcasting too. He’s not able to always be there, but if he is, he’ll want to be with you.

Alastor would LOVE to watch horror movies, but if it makes you uncomfortable, or a scene does, he will pay no mind and skip it. Not like theres anything new he hasn’t seen.

If you were a chimera. He definitely would’ve been surprised at your look! Like- “oh ! Thats new.”

Ok … Denji time..

This man would NEVER JUDGE YOU. He can’t even bag someone.

Honestly i think he’d prefer someone chubbier, he’d LOVE to give hugs.

I think Denji would be a very physical touchy person, esp after what happened with… everyone. It’d help him protect you :)

When he found out about your shoulder injury? He was on your ass all day, every day. You don’t get away!

He loves that you take care of others, but this man is always hurt. He’d rather you be okay than he is!

He would love to listen to you ramble. Denji knows when to shut up, and i think he would enjoy listening!

Okay i know I’ve said this before but denji WILL make you draw pictures of you and him together- or he’ll draw them himself. Like stick figures holding hands!

If you crochet him something? Over the MOON. If its a piece of clothing he’s always wearing it. If its a plushie? He’s sleeping with it at night.

Denji would be indifferent to horror movies. I think he’d prefer comedy. He’s seen enough! :(

NOW LARRY 💛

I feel like i shouldn’t have to explain.

He’d LOVE YOU. You remind him of his friends :)

Your personality allows his to come out! He loves that you care for his friends, and his well being cause we know damn well he doesn’t.

Larry is a Listener instead of a talker. He’d love to listen to you ramble and ask questions while he’s painting! His favorite things at the same time!!

You draw with him, you paint, you crochet? Holy SHIT!!!! HE’D BE IN LOVE. Like! Okay !!! I LOVE YOU!!! 🧡🧡

I think he doesn’t mind any movie you guys watch. As long as it’s a mean of being able to cuddle with you on the couch and watch a movie.

He definitely finds your puns funny.

~~~

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!!

[mage-ical-character-person]

Which sesame street characters do you like !!

Many!

As I’m revisiting it I’m going mostly as in-order as I can and I haven’t even gotten to where Elmo is introduced yet!

but!! I love them all so much I will say things about some favorites now

Bert and Ernie are. Everything. Okay. They’re just so. Their skits are always so funny and I love them. And they love each other in one way or another. Honestly I don’t think Bert and Ernie know if Bert and Ernie are a couple any more than the general public does. Like I think they’ve been a part of each others lives for a long time and mean a lot to each other obviously and like there is. Something. With them. I don’t know what, though. I like the idea that they never had the stupid like.. “what are we” discussion thing. You know?

Bert is relatable I also love pigeons. I don’t like how him liking pigeons is sometimes treated like a weird thing honestly I think it’s weirder to not like pigeons. Like also it’s legitimately impressive that he taught his pigeon Bernice to play checkers.

Also there is. This.

I don’t know what to say about this I just think everyone should see it.

and Then!! There is The Count. Count Von Count. The inherent intrigue of the vampirism they refuse to elaborate on. The fact that he is simply just so silly and dramatic and obsessive I love that for him. The bit where he cries over not having anything to count and then gets all excited and counts his tears and then runs out of tears to count and cries about it and then gets so excited and

I keep coming back to the whole like. What’s up with the Vampirism. He’s immortal like he’s 6 million years old literally older than humanity. There are so many things that just make you go “What’s up with that?” Like… just took away Grover’s free will once which is crazy. Not clear if he still has mind control powers and just has learned that doing that is screwed up or if he’s like. Getting weaker cause he’s so busy counting he forgets to feed himself blood or something. (Because like counting used to distract vampires was a folklore thing.)

Genuinely kind of worried about him but he seems to be having a good time so if he is losing his vampire powers or something like that he hasn’t noticed/minded. The whole “numbers vampire” thing is confusing. Like does he feed on numbers? Or is he forgetting to vampire because of numbers? I think he should be allowed to practice vampire self care and take a little sip of blood. Just a little.

I hope he can turn into a bat it would be adorable. Doing this to him

Also! Oscar the Grouch. Obviously wonderful hilarious iconic never seen before

He’s wonderful and we all have days where we are like that. It’s also awesome that like by Grouch standards he’s a total softie and extrovert. It’s fun. Just like when he’s interacting with literally any other character. Also this

I don’t have a Twitter I can’t navigate Twitter why are the posts just not in chronological order can’t live under these conditions but the Sesame Street twitters sometimes make me wish…

anyway. I have literally. Been taking notes. On Sesame Street.

because I know otherwise it’ll all run together in my head.

[erseac]

Fic authors self-rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics you've written, then pass on to other writers if you want!

Oh, thank you! Well, let's see here:

Fancy Jewelry

Adrien couldn’t believe his ears when he heard that Marinette had gotten nipple piercings. Really? …could he see them? Oh shit, had he just said that last part out loud?

The most kudos by far, and probably my best work. Certainly the one where the tension and teasing works out the best.

For Science!

Marinette has combined her passion for clothing and her passion for science by creating her ultimate masterpiece: Underwear that uses advanced scientific methods to make people way more sexually attractive. Kagami and Adrien have volunteered as test subjects. Of course the test won’t go too far. It’ll all be strictly scientific and platonic. Most importantly, Marinette does not get involved in any way. That should be easy, right?

One of many where I originally planned to post this as an ML Kink Meme prompt, but then I decided to write it myself. I love writing absurd stories, and it was so much fun to pack this one full of jokes.

The Ménage à Trois

Who’s jumping so late through night and wind? It’s Chat Noir in his black tint. His Lady and Rena are waiting alone, For this poor cat boy has lost his phone. They’re waiting long and then they wonder, Is that his baton glistening yonder? As without him there is this fatal flaw: They cannot yet start their ménage à trois.

Let me be real, this is objectively not very good. The rhymes are questionable, the meter inconsistent, the content comparatively uninspired. Imagery, metaphor, actual poetry, forget about it. The nine kudos it has at the moment is probably five more than it deserves.

But I had such a blast writing this! It was a really, really fun challenge, and it's just really fun to try and do something that nobody else has done before in this fandom (even if that is for good reason). I'll definitely try something along these lines again some time in the future.

Ladybug’s Guide to Getting Out Of Thorny Situations

When an Akuma has caught Ladybug and Chat Noir in its cage of hatred, then there is really only one solution: They kiss. As friends, obviously. But what if one kiss isn’t enough?

One of the very first I planned and started writing, combining two tropes that should be absolutely standard fare in the explicit section of this fandom but somehow aren't:

Kissing to defeat an Akuma, but more

The Lucky Charm is a condom, leading to conclusions

It was a lot of fun trying to figure out the voices of the characters and the jokes they'd made. I really need to write some more Ladynoir.

A Thief’s Punishment

Now in university, Marinette’s flat is filled with traps to protect against intruders who want her valuables or, even worse, her secrets. Chloé learns this the hard way. But surely there’s something she can do so Marinette will let her out?

Something from the newer ones as well. I do like my newer works, too, I posted a lot of them by my standards, but the older ones have had more time to sit with me so that's why they're higher and more in this list. Honestly making a short list like that is difficult, I also really like e.g. Final Practice or Make-Up and Hair Cuts as well as Dance Floors and Dragons (though not many people seem to agree on that one)…

Anyway, this one again shows my love for high concept smut: Nothing better than a silly premise. I picked it in particular because Chloé is one of the most fun characters to write in the whole show, bratty, materialistic, capable of the wildest logical leaps if you just let her, and always a bit antagonistic placing her in positions that e.g. Alya and Kagami, no matter how much I love them, never would. Like getting caught in one of Marinette's traps that she uses to protect her diary.

Anyway, this was fun, thank you so much for thinking of me!

[vampyr-game]

by the way i loooove usher talltree 🥰✨

DONTNOD made him the hint-dispenser with a silly off-brand tarot deck and yes i take that personally. i love a good application of tarot and this one is weak. BUT then again, the Rider-Waite tarot deck wasn't released until 1909 so I GUESS it's possible that usher's is from an older, non-standardized deck. tarot used to be done with just playing cards, after all. so perhaps he received his specific deck as a gift, or he acquired it as a novelty during his travels?

occultism grew popular among the bored upper class during the Victorian era; palm readings and seances and tarot readings in the parlor were common, and since the Brotherhood feels so well-established and socially exclusive in this way, it's possible Usher picked tarot up from his peers? maybe people asked HIM often enough that he was like "ok lol if u want ur silly cards so much here they are!"

there's ALSO a possibility it's an expression of his own beliefs. because without going into too much detail, some Sikhs do keep daily practices which resemble bibliomancy (flipping to a random page of a book as a form of divination); imagine a Christian flipping to a random page of the bible in search of daily guidance, or a solution to a problem they're facing. it's kind of like that, but a bit more formalized within the practice of Sikhism. from what I've read, a tarot deck would not be an inappropriate substitute for this practice. it would also be more portable, and more comprehensible to an outsider more familiar with tarot than Sikhism (such as Jonathan, who looks an awful lot like a bored Victorian upperclassman lol).

Usher's character model sports all the visual hallmarks of a practicing Sikh man: his skin tone and features seem to point toward Punjabi descent, and he wears a bracelet on his right hand, a brightly-colored turban on his head, and a dagger on his belt. yet his name is Usher Talltree, when Sikh men who come of age mostly take the surname 'Singh'. so is this only the Anglicized name he offers to Englishmen who he doesn't trust to pronounce his 'real' name? is this his one and only name? or does he simply have several (I personally go by several different names depending on who I'm speaking to, so I don't find this especially unusual)?

and also like, WHAT does this name mean? 'Talltree' feels fairly obvious; does this mean he sees himself as, hah, a pillar of the community? a source of stability and support for scholars of vampirism? and/or vampires themselves? looking at his letters, he DOES seem to view the Brotherhood's primary role and responsibility to be the custodianship of vampires who can't control their bloodlust.

also, The Fall of the House of Usher was published in America in 1839, so I mean. maybe he read that and chose that for his name, because the story touches on the undead? or maybe it is only DONTNOD making the E.A. Poe reference, and his name is not intended to be read as something HE chose. though I think either interpretation is perfectly defensible.

ok this post got long but suffice to say I love usher talltree. I think he and edgar take tea together during the day (and that's how usher heard about jonathan...) and that's SO cute of them... edgar calls himself the black sheep of the brotherhood for wanting to BEFRIEND vampires instead of merely study them... but usher still makes time for him and takes an interest in his research...! perhaps they are transforming the brotherhood together... i love them 🥺💓

[mrcowboysmovieroom]

Shocker (1989)

Directed by: Wes Craven Genre: Horror, comedy

CW: Gore?? Mostly blood in excess at times but I can't really say it's that bad. Originally written 11/25/2022

So when this was originally written I had been in the process of watching this movie for the third time in two days. This film had and still does affect me. I love quoting it and sending this reaction gif from it.

GIF by vhs-ninja

Is it any good? Yes.... but it's complicated. A poster like this doesn't quite scream quality does it? I think Shocker boasts a unique experience, though I don't think its good by traditional standards.

So, part of the appeal for me with this film is it's issues. Not quite in the "so bad its good way" either, though that phenomenon has a bit of a roll to play here. There is this bizarre charm to it's wrong or weird choices. It has a sort of sincerity to it which I don't know how to explain without just sitting you in front of the movie and having you watch it.

The movie is absurd and self aware enough about this fact that the bizarre choices end up being very likeable. At the same time, parts of the movie's plot seem haphazard and confusing in their lack of sense. Silliness pervades every aspect of this film.

The movie is an intense cat and mouse thriller, but it's bad guy has electricity powers and says one liners like "Come on boy. Let's take a ride in my Voltswagon!"

And I think it's this strange combination of high angst and on the nose puns that has gripped me so much. There is a certain delight in giggling away as the main character gets attacked by the bad guy who is now possessing a chair. Or a scene the bad guy is making a deal with the devil and the devil appears as a pair of giant lips and says, "You got it, baby".

Shocker fills a niche role where its possible for all these things to coincide. I mean where else will you have a big epic punching match through a series of tv channels?

So, I'm trying to be fair here but there is difficulty in rating this movie because I am very taken with this movie. It's not a great film, but it offers you a great time.

So our movie begins on the football field. Jonathan Parker is your average college football jock.. But is he!?!? Well yes, but he’s got a sordid past that he doesn’t remember (yet). Upon receiving a concussion at practice, he is imbued with psychic powers that activate when he sleeps.

His dreams show him the murders of Horace Pinker, a serial killer who has been killing local families. No one seems to be able to track him at all as he leaves virtually no trace, but Jonathan’s visions give him a pretty precise depiction and even lead him to active crime scenes. Though, confusingly (though frankly it does not matter) it seems as though Jonathan can interact with Pinker in the dreams as well.

Since Johnathan's father's a cop, Jonathan quickly convinces him that he can help the police catch this guy, and that is exactly what they manage to do, though not without a few officers getting brutally murdered along the way.

Well, now that we've caught him- it's time for the electric chair BABY LETS GOOOO and thus begins the meat and potatoes of this movie- the cat and mouse chase between Jonathan and the body hopping electricity wielding Horace.

During all this we get some hilarious moments including my favorite chair scene. Horace posses a handful of people, including a little ten year old. She commandeers a bulldozer to try and kill Jonathan.

The goofiness is peak here.

But as I said, the movie lacks in other areas. Explanations are very short coming. There is no explanation for why Jonathan receives these powers from a concussion- after all this is football we're talking about. Surely every man out there has had at least one before.

Why is only Jonathan's dead girlfriend able to communicate with Horace? I think it's because of the power of love but there is no in universe logic that explains it.

And what about these visions? It seems unclear how much ability Jonathan has to interact with those within it. At some points it seems like they should think him legitimately there, and other times it feels like they couldn't possibly.

I must say though, while there are a plethora of inconsistencies and plot-holes, I was largely unbothered by them. Some how this is one of those movies that tickles my fancy in just the right way so as to get me to not care. It's immaterial and after seeing this movie a total of four times, I've never been left wanting more than I've already been given.

I think I am compelled to give this movie a rating in the 6-7 range, but closer to a six. That being said, I sort of wish everyone and their mothers would see it. That chair scene is a cinematic masterpiece.

[arsenalgbt]

I was summoned for a silly plot and I have hopefully come with a good delivery. Okay so Ben, sexy beautiful bitchy secretly lovely Ben, thinks everyone and their mother is into him. He knows he's hot, fluttering his eyelashes for drinks in bars is standard practice and he doesn't often fall asleep without another warm body in his bed. Willo, young hot funny flirty perfect Willo, isn't really looking for a relationship which means he's not having sex. He maybe French but he isn't slutty, he has rules for himself because heartbreak isn't fun. He meets Ben at a bar when their each out with their friends and Ben immediately decides Willo's taking him home that night, he was bold enough to even bid Leo, Kieran, etc goodbye before approaching Willo who doesn't buy him a drink or really flirt back with him. He makes friendly conversation before excusing himself and Ben stomps back to his friends warning them not to say a fucking word (kieran of course is so tempted to do just that). Ben ends up calling Kalvin for sex that night, something he only really does when he's desperate. They're friends with benefits in this but the benefits always seem to be on Ben's terms. Willo returns to the table and Gabi is shaking his head at him, Willo knew Ben was flirting but he's a little bit of a romantic. He wants more than a sleazy pick up like and a quick shag. Neither Ben nor Willo think they'll ever see each other again but wouldn't you know that they end up working together or living on the same floor of an apartment building when Willo moves in. Ben makes it his mission to sleep with Willo and the more he tries and Willo plays dumb or rejects his advances, the more Ben starts to fall for him. By the time Willo's willing to give Ben a chance, Ben is completely gone on him - 💙🤍 kt anon

that's Kieran's reaction............. Leo and Martin are graceful enough to hold it in LMAOOOOOO

oh I luv that they're neighbours. hmmmm gonna keep that in mind for sure and hopefully I can write it soon. down bad ben for once... we cheered!!! thank you my friendooo

[alexisazria]

When Schools And Parents Dont Talk

When Schools And Parents Don’t Talk https://www.teachthought.com/education/schools-familes-cant-communicate/ by Terry Heick Having gone on for decades now, discussions around the idea of ed reform are a bit tired. They seem pointless. Exhausting. A waste of time and creative bandwidth. Bottom-up change is exhausting and top-down change is exhausting for entirely different reasons. Rather than state or federal policy, make schools and communities accountable to one another. This would require supporting those communities in various ways and supporting learners by expanding the definition of ‘academic’ success. Among the benefits, the improved visibility of our collective, shared challenge to educate every learner every day for every standard regardless of background, literacy, learning habits, or scheme would be visible to everyone–kind of like opening the kitchen of a failing restaurant for the public to see; not to shame, but so that everyone could better understand. See also What Else Schools Could Be Besides Schools? It’d be a mess at first, but it would also expose the overwheling problems with our standards and curriculum and other related flaws like those in assessment and instruction, for example. It might also, indrectly, reveal ‘flaws’ in our collective practices as a society (not just as schools and classrooms), but doesn’t education already has enough on its plate? Parents might see our collective challenge as something whole and shared–or at least would have the chance to. In Why Parents Don’t Understand School, I said “This is a challenge (of schools and communities not speaking the same language) not new to education, but because of the unique position of educators as both experts and conduits between formal education and local communities, the burden falls to teachers to not simply paraphrase and translate but build and transfer capacity from the inside out.” But what if parents and families ‘don’t have time’? Judging by our collective test scores, student apathy, teacher burnout statistics, graduation rates from high school to college, and general lack of widespread, genuinely inspirational teaching and learning, neither do we. ‘Accountability,’ then, could become opportunity for all of us. Parents aren’t clear what’s being taught in school, not to mention how or why? That’s a place to start. There are too few resources in communities? In schools? Another good place. Society at large doesn’t understand formal learning���especially K-12? What exactly is being taught and why? This might be one of the most significant challenges, but that’s fine. We can all share, invest in, and thoughtfully approach it all together. Is literacy a problem at home, which is why it’s a problem in schools–or is it the other way around? Families have no real idea at all what’s happening in the classroom? Force their complete involvement. If they can’t, that’s okay–let’s just all be transparent that schools aren’t ‘the problem.’ If we can agree there, the rest can being a bit easier to sort out. Does this all sound impractical? Silly? More trouble than it’s worth? Hopeless? There’s another bit of data: we’re trying open schools to families and no one understands how or why. Isn’t that what’s crazy? What happens when schools and families don’t talk? Or worse, when they couldn’t even if they tried? The post When Schools And Parents Don’t Talk appeared first on TeachThought.

[thatrandomfanartist]

So I made a college/highschool Fionna and Cake au.

Aka hear me talk of my au--and ART :D

There's some design stuff I've made Prismo, Gary, Fiona, etc. the idea is they live in a semi-magical world run by gods and everyone goes to school to either study the world like on real school or to learn how to do a magical job for all.im calling it wishcollege au bc I called it that when I was working on prismo's idea he is going to this college to learn to become a wishmaster

he's just an intern/ wish trainee rn. The Valerian wish college is run by Principle Scarab or- Principle Devon Nolan is their first name but it's all fake. Valerian Is a plant w flower that treats ocd symptoms, migraines, hyperactivity,, and. But also bears pin/white/magenta flowers that attract insects. I thought it's be fitting. He's a pic from Prismo's PG in my sketchbook:

Now the highschool, Valerian highschool is run by Gary Schmitt-bubblegum whose been around practically forever. Prismo goes here too bc they're still in HS and just duel enrolling, they're in HS bc they show no ambition but in college bc they seem extremely excited and ahead of your wisher peers when it comes to wishmaster training specifically. There's still over 17,650 yrs, an adult I suppose although still sorta teen. Studies a few thingsHe also has an interest in band and plant biology but wishmaster is their career. Here's a pic of Fionna and Simon doodles just bc:

And here's one of Principle of college, Scarab/Nolan Earl m.p. Devon: he just hates his job being stuck as a college professors full time. When he was taught he showed interest in what he was learning but was forced into being someone that taught the same exact thing instead doing it himself. He feels betrayed but too lawful (bc in the human realm he does have follow citizenship standards and laws) to do anything heinous about it. He's mostly demon part pure light but not in story sense in a biological sense made of light instead of other actual matter particles. Of course Prismo is part Demon too so they somewhat find common ground but Prismo got too invested in career and doesn't care about that phase. The scarabs a bit of an ol' grump. The only class he teaches himself is the materialization of wishes through light formation class (long name obviously not what they call the class fr xd) which is what they majored in and excelled. He was too authoritative to be a wishgranter so a prof and principal is great. They get into run-ins with Prismo or Raj lots bc it cares about her studies but not her school's rules. Nolan doesn't place much concern on this, views Prismo as a headache and silly but not a threat. Fun, they are buds though as time moves on and his grades improve too (iykwim -jk im jk) .

Professors for highschool I know are: -Bubblegum, not Gary but we have a few repeats from AT as well FAC universes bc they're combined on this one alternate world based upon a more modern Ooo. So Bubblegum teaches bioscience and in college as well as HS the botany club/class! :D -Marcy is a band instructor but also substitutes for botany class in high, Bonnie and Marcy are dating still.cx bc it's a good ship -Ellis P. Is band instructor as well he does brass since Marceline does woodwind and string

-Simon teaches wizardry and magical objects bc it's a mix of what they did as ice king, what they used to do, and what makes more sense in the universe am dplanet they're on. He'd obvi be a prof + when he was ice king I feel like he'd teach smthn as well such as like science behind temperature and stuffs. -Betty is also a teacher there and is partially still combined with Golb. She teaches mythology at first, then, science and magic behind love, then both but ends up taking up religious studies a lot when they get old. Simon and them are happily married but they both gets harassed at work alot

I say band but they have orchestra not band, that's for both college and HS that it's orchestra.

[rocorambles]

Patient 1: Addiction

Pairing: Toji x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Predator and Prey themes, Cum play, Knife play, Non-Con, Degradation

Link to: Prologue

Patient Name: Fushiguro Toji

Diagnosis: Adrenaline Addiction

Your brow furrows as you stare down at your first patient’s files. An addiction isn’t uncommon, but to adrenaline? You suppose it’s possible to become addicted to just about anything. Yet there are a million questions buzzing on the tip of your tongue as you turn to Uraume who just shrugs and says you’re better off hearing it straight from Toji’s own mouth.

Everything about this psychiatric facility is strange and you curiously stare at the elevator buttons as both of you descend, noting how each button has a name of a patient next to it with the final button having no label.

“Each patient has their own floor. They’ve been here for so long that we thought it would be more humane to give them ample room to live in instead of the standard patient rooms you typically see in other facilities. After all, we’re not here to treat them like caged animals, right?”

The humanitarian in you can’t defy that logic, but you can’t help but wonder if it’s safe for them to not be bound during your session, only to cringe at your own thoughts. They’re just ill patients, humans just like you, not prisoners. With that newfound determination you stride out of the elevator only to freeze when you hear the outer elevator cage slam close on your heels.

You turn, hoping to see Uraume right behind you, but your heart sinks when you see them safely on the other side of the metal fence, an eerie grin on their face as the actual elevator doors slide shut, leaving you with some parting words.

“I’ll see you when you’re done seeing all your patients today.”

Not even seconds pass before you’re scrambling to look for a button or anything to help pry open the elevator doors, fear overwhelming you as Uraume’s ominous farewell haunts you. But there’s no escape and you turn around to take in your surroundings, trembling and on the verge of tears.

Expansive is an understatement and you nervously walk around the dimly lit area, quickly losing track of all the rooms, corridors, and dead ends you bypass and amble through despite doing your best to keep track of everything. It almost feels like it’s meant to be a maze or obstacle course of sorts…

“Well, well, well. Look at the new little mouse I’ve found.”

Your heart threatens to burst out of your chest only to still in shock when you see a familiar face grinning at you, immediately connecting it to the manilla folder tightly clenched in your hands.

“Fushiguro Toji?”

“And you must be the new shrink. Follow me, doc. I’m sure you have a lot of questions. They always do.”

You don’t want to think about what’s happened to your predecessors, this “they” Toji’s referring to. You don’t want to follow this stranger. You don’t want to be trapped in this unknown environment with a highly dangerous patient and no means of escape. But what choice do you have? And with limbs weighted with despair, you trail after the dark haired man.

You’re surprised when Toji leads you into a room not far off from the police interrogation rooms you’ve seen in movies. A single table with a chair on either side are the only furniture in the room and you quietly take a seat across from where Toji has casually slumped himself down. But you note how his large stature easily overwhelms the small space, making the substantial table between you seem meaningless.

There’s silence as you fidget and fumble with Toji’s file, trying to find any professionalism and composure you have left as said patient continues leering at you, an amused smirk ever present on his face. It feels silly to treat this like any other examination, but it seems like the only thing you can do, what Toji himself is expecting of you.

“What is...what is adrenaline addiction, in your own words?”

You wonder if this is what opening Pandora’s box felt like, the question barely out of your mouth before regret instantly seizes you as Toji’s grin only grows wider and sharper, a crazed look in his eyes when he replies.

“It means I like being excited a little too much, doc.”

“And what excites you?”

You don’t want to know his response, but it’s the only way forward and dread fills you as he responds.

“Oh, lots of things. The burn of my throat and rush to my head after taking a shot. Gambling and the uncertainty of whether you’ll win or lose. The look of despair on my victim’s face when I shove a knife through their beating heart. The way it feels so fucking perfect to shove my dick in any tight hole it’ll fit in. But you know what makes me the most excited, doc?”

It’s theatrical how he tapers off, green eyes piercing you as he silently orders you to acknowledge him. And all you can do is shake your head side to side, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you play right into his hands.

“What makes me the most excited is the thrill of hunting pretty prey like you.”

Instincts have you jumping out of your chair and bolting from the room. You don’t dare turn to see if Toji is chasing you down, his amused cackle at your expense trailing behind you. You’re blindly running, no sense of direction as you randomly turn left and right, your only prerogative to keep moving, hopefully farther and farther from your patient. Every corridor, every passage, every room looks the same and you struggle to breathe as quietly as you can despite the way your lungs ache.

You strain to listen, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the drumming of your racing heart and you don’t hear the figure casually ambling towards you until you’re being roughly shoved face first into the wall you’re leaning on, a toned figure pressed against your back, caging you in.

“Now, now. You’re making this way too easy. Tired already?”

It’s a rhetorical question, one you can’t bring yourself to answer anyway, not with the way your teeth chatter and your body trembles in fear as Toji loudly inhales your scent while he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, tongue lazily licking a strike of your salty sweat.

You sob as he harshly bites down, not enough to break skin, but enough to leave you aching and hold you still as his hands wander underneath your clothes, groping and kneading your breasts and ass. You’re too scared to move, fearing the consequences of resisting, praying that maybe this is it, that you’ll be let off when he gets his fill of feeling you up. But you can’t help the way you yelp and instinctively struggle against his hold when he tires of your frozen state and decides to ruthlessly twist your nipples and shove a thick finger into your tight hole.

“There we go. Glad to know you’re still alive and kicking. I don’t enjoy fucking dead and broken toys like that pink haired bastard does.”

Pink haired bastard? Your mind briefly flashes to a hazy picture you’re sure you had seen in one of the patient files. What was his name-

You shriek as Toji shoves another finger alongside the digit already in you, sobbing as you feel him stretching your walls, relentlessly pounding his fingers in and out of you, his fingers painfully pulling at your nipples. All you hear is his grunts in your ears and you clench your eyes in disgust when you feel a long hard object grinding against you, knowing full well what it is without even looking.

He’s going to rape and kill you. This is how it all ends. And you wait for it, the searing pain of that massive shaft impaling you. But it never comes and before you know it you’re moaning as he twists and flexes until he finds that soft spongy spot inside of you, insistently rubbing and stroking it with curled fingers as he continues dry humping you from behind.

You’re so lost in the sensations that you don’t notice how your body is betraying you as it unconsciously grinds back against Toji’s hand, your ass shaking and pressing even harder against Toji’s cock. It’s funny how easily you’ve lost any common sense, but you’re not here to be a vapid bimbo toy. He’ll save that side of you for one his fellow inhabitants who’ll appreciate it more and he abruptly pulls his now soaked digits out of you, snorting at how you whine from the loss.

You look so confused, so stupid as he rapidly finishes himself off, hooking down your bottoms low enough for him to shoot his sticky seed all over the inner fabric of your panties. And he grins when you practically moan as he pulls your undergarments back into place, cruelly tugging a tad too hard and wedging his cum and the stained lace deep between your abused folds.

You’re panting, looking like a wreck as you try to ground yourself from the dizzying confusion of being pulled right from the brink of an orgasm, the emptiness of your edging making your head foggy. But then something sharp is being pressed against your vulnerable neck and it’s enough to have fear jolt you back to your senses.

“Don’t be such a boring slut. Time to run and hide again. It’s playtime, bitch. Or maybe you need me to cut you up a bit. Pain’s always a good motivator.”

He’s barely finished speaking before you’re shoving him and his knife away from you and he whistles in appreciation as he watches you race away again, taking his time to tuck himself back in his pants. You’ll need as much of a head start anyway to even try and remotely make some sense of this labyrinth he knows every corner of. Not that any advantage will actually help you much. Toji’s never had a prey he couldn’t catch.

How many times has he found you and released you after defiling you just a bit more every time? Neither of you can keep track and only when Toji has shoved his cock in all three of your holes, filling every orifice with his cum and fuckig you until you can barely walk does your session end. It’s almost comical how he has to quite literally drag you back to the elevator you had come from and he cruelly laughs at the white sticky trail you’re leaving behind you with your loose holes unable to keep in the copious fluids.

You barely register what’s happening, too exhausted, too fucked out of your mind to even be bothered by the rough friction of the ground against your body, only mildly stunned by the fact that the elevator you had frantically tried to re-enter is now innocently open. And it’s with muted despair that you realize what fate has in store for you as Toji presses the button of the next lower level.

Gojo Satoru

The neatly labeled name is all you register before the elevator doors slide open and you’re shoved out of it, blearily making out the sight of Toji tauntingly waving at you from inside the metal enclosure.

“See you at tomorrow’s session, doc.”

Your world goes dark as the elevator doors shut.