#it's fluid and ever shifting and I'm just having *fun!*

[nyastyaraspurrtina]

my life improved drastically upon realizing i can be a man and a woman. highly recommend

[papsthepepsota]

Sol x Crowe (made this short fanfic for fun)

warning this game is 18+ so minors pls do not interact!

heh I got a lil bit help from @biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer , I wasn't really planning to post it and just torment my friends with this crack ship but it's getting out of hand. Also they not on character, I'm not really a writer to be able to convey how they would actually act since I only made it to haunt my friends TT

Game is made by @fantasia-kitt

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Sol grimaced as his eyes, ever hungry for his beloved, were met with the sharp droplets of incandescent light; chandeliers dotting the grand ceiling of the venue

As Sol and Crowe exchanged wary glances at each other, the tension between them was palpable. Then MC, with a sinister smile, suggested they dance together hoping to break the icy tension. The idea of dancing seemed as appealing as a stormy night, but they were left with no choice.

MC forced Sol to hold Crowe’s hand and he reluctantly took Crowe’s hand, and Crowe with a heavy sigh took the emo’s hand. Sol, rolling his eyes, accepted it. Their fingers intertwined. The music began, there is an initial awkwardness between the two males, they move in sync while they bicker. Each step was like an attack between the two males. Sol stepped on Crowe’s foot, a sharp yelp came from Crowe. Sol gives out a smirk

“Watch it!” Crowe warned while trying to reclaim the rhythm.

“Maybe if you weren’t so clumsy, it wouldn't’ be a problem” Sol retorted, his frustration evident.

Their bickering continued, each misstep fuelling irritation. They stumbled through the dance, the other couples giving them looks. Crowe tried to lead, only for Sol to assert control, resulting in a clumsy push and pull that seemed to be never ending.

But as the song played on, something began to shift. Sol, noticing Crowe’s annoyance, softens his grip. Crowe returns it by starting to match his movement, their steps become more fluid. The rough edges of their interaction smoothed out and their feet found the rhythm of the music.

The warmth of the music wrapped around them, and the awkward tension melted into a graceful dance, they moved as one. Sol’s hand on Crowe’s waist felt natural.

In that moment, Sol and Crowe realised something while the final notes of the song lingered in the air, Sol and Crowe stood still. Their hearts beating in unisions, and their eyes locked with a newfound tenderness.

In that shared silence, Love had quietly blossomed between them.

heheh here is my lil drawing of them!! (i have way more...i need help)

[castillon02]

“Make them clean their own guns,” Nguyen said, leaning her considerable bulk over Q’s desk. She was just starting her shift. “Or at least wear gloves.” 

Q kept plunging a bore brush soaked with cleaning fluid into the barrel of 007’s Walther PPK. His eyes burned with fatigue. “I’ll take it under advisement.” 

When he finished, he left with gun oil on his fingers, fingers that had traced over the gun’s every crevice, every curve and angle, every metal and electric anatomical fold. 

—

“Why not tell us to clean our own guns?” 006 asked. 

“I'm a control freak,” Q said. “Which is also why I know that yours is in the middle of the Atlantic and not in need of cleaning at all.” 

This was a lie. 006 had reported the gun lost at sea but had actually smuggled it back into his own flat, where it was currently residing in what Q suspected was his bedroom and knew for certain was the room that also had a backup earwig that Q had personally assembled, a Ka-Bar that Q had archaically sharpened on a whetstone, and one of the decoy keychains and keys (Alaska) that Q kept on his desk so that agents had something harmless to swipe. Probably there were other things that 006 also had in his nest, but they would be things that Q hadn’t touched and could only theorize about. 

Q was bad at lying. 

006 visibly recognized this, realized that Q was lying in his favor, and couldn’t stop his eyes from widening. “Right,” he said. 

Q smiled. Fixed him with a specific knowing look. You don’t ask, I don’t ask. “If it hadn’t sunk into the fathoms below, I would recommend a new hammer spring. Sometimes these things get a bit fussy when you use a gun as a bludgeon. That’s part of why I do in-person maintenance.” 

Part of the reason; not the whole reason. 

006 muttered a Russian curse. “Thank you, Q.” 

“Happy to help.” 

---

001 brought his guns back clean, but with a new part in them each time; a replacement firing pin, hammer, ejector rod, bullets. 

Q always asked about the replacement. He did it before disassembling the gun, like a magic trick.

001 always grinned like a mischievous schoolboy. “I’ll get you next time,” he would say, wagging a finger at him. Perhaps you’re more fallible than you believe. 

“It’s good that you’re optimistic,” Q would reply loftily. No mistakes. I see your gun. I see your tricks. I see you. 

—

004 never cleaned her gun and always brought it back. Hers was a semi-automatic of Theseus, parts replaced naturally when there was wear and tear. 

“Same as always?” she asked when she picked up her kit. 

“Same as always,” Q confirmed. 

—

When Q was a child, he asked, “Mum, why do you always shout about your car keys in the morning? And why does Peter never know where his pencils are?” 

She frowned into the mirror and finished applying her lipstick. “Sometimes people lose things, dear.” 

“How?” Q asked, boggled. 

She looked at him with squinched eyes; that meant she was thinking hard. “Well,” she said slowly, “we forget where we put them, or someone puts them somewhere we don’t expect.” 

Q squinched his own eyes too. What could she be thinking so hard about?  

Mum smiled. “Tell you what, we’ll see if I can give you a demonstration after school, all right?”  

Mum didn’t turn on the telly right away after dinner like she usually did. Instead, she sat down next to him on the sofa. “Sweetheart, you know how you asked about when I lose my keys? Does that ever happen to you?” She was trying to be casual about it, but if it were really unimportant then she would have asked during a commercial. 

“One time I pretended it did,” he told her, “because I was curious to see what it was like. So one day while you were doing the shopping I put one of my books on top of the telly and stomped around in the other room going ‘Where the hell is my story book?’ in a loud voice like you do with your keys. It was a little fun, but not much.” 

“It’s not fun to lose things. Do you know,” she asked, “where your story book is now?” 

“Yes, of course,” he said. His story book was immense and well-thumbed, so heavy that it made him grunt whenever he had to lift it, but he had already read through all of it at least four times. It had hard edges and corners that were beginning to bend; chocolate fingerprints littered the pages at the beginning because his hands had still been sticky from birthday cake when he first opened it—he can put his fingers on them now and see how much he’s grown. There’s a stain of pomegranate juice at the beginning of the Persephone story from the pomegranate that his mother had bought before they read it together; a special treat, expensive, but “you have to know what a pomegranate is before you read it,” she’d said, “otherwise you’ll wonder why they’re eating the seeds.”    

“And where is it?” his mum asked. She had to know that Q knew, because why wouldn’t he know? 

He answered anyway. She ‘humored’ Q a lot, she sometimes told him, so he could humor her this time. “In the vegetable drawer,” he said. “You came home for lunch and moved it there. But that’s a silly place for things that aren’t vegetables, isn’t it?” 

His mum closed her eyes and sighed, long and deep the way she did every so often when Q asked too many questions that she couldn’t answer. “You’re right,” she said after a moment. “I’m lucky to have a son who knows that. But most people can’t keep track of their things as well as you can, so let’s not talk about it too much and make them envious, all right?” 

That was something he knew how to do. He had already had a few talks about not stirring the other kids up with how smart he was. Plus he could tell from the tightness in her voice, like when she talked to her boss’s boss or Q’s headmaster, that she was nervous. “Sure, Mum,” he said. “I won’t.”   

So he never mentioned it again. 

He also never lost his keys, or his rucksack, or his socks, or anything else he touched and touched often. He might as well try to lose his own foot.     

—

“You know, we can clean our own guns,” 002 said, dropping her pistol onto Q’s desk. “In fact, you’ll find I did.” 

Q smiled. “That will make it much quicker when I do it, then.” 

002 pursed her lips and blew a pink bubble with her gum, which Q Branch had also issued her. “And where do you want this?” She took the sticky wad out of her mouth and held it out to him. “Gonna chew it for me?” 

Q held out a petri dish. “We have better chemical analyzers than my tongue, I’m happy to say. We do want to see about the wear and tear on the product.” He met her eyes. “Reliability is important in our field.”  

002’s performatively petulant glare softened. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and next time you’ll make it into plastique instead of a tracker.” One corner of her mouth quirked up.

The sticks of gum were actually one of Q’s least favorite gadgets; like most gum, it was sensitive to heat, so he couldn’t hold it for long without destroying its structural integrity. Couldn’t sense what he usually sensed. But if it put a smile on 002’s face as well as being useful to her, he’d keep issuing it.   

—

“A gun and a radio,” Q said. He waved his hand at the corner of his desk where he’d perched the usual equipment case. “Earwig will be distributed at your landing site. Unless things go terribly wrong, the local team should be able to support you for this one.” 

Bond took the case. “Anything else?”     

Q looked up; he’d been double-checking Bond’s mission brief and wondering how much structural damage the Managua team could make excuses for. “Cufflinks.” He pulled a small box out of his desk drawer and opened it. Inside lay a pair of cufflinks, copies of ones that Bond already owned and wore frequently. “They have little folding knives in them.” He demonstrated how the outside half could be pulled apart to reach the blade in the middle. 

The corners of Bond’s eyes were all happy wrinkles. “Am I expected to need tiny knives?” 

“No,” Q admitted. “But you brought the Walther back last time and I thought you could use some positive reinforcement. May I?” He removed the old cufflinks and put the new ones on, his fingertips brushing against the warm skin of 007’s wrists as he did. “Good luck in the field, 007,” he said after he closed the last French cuff. “As always, try to bring the equipment back in one piece.”   

“As always,” Bond echoed, his eyes meeting Q’s before he left. 

The cufflinks weren’t just positive reinforcement, of course. They were a connection; this meant that it was even odds that Bond would destroy them. (Paradoxically, Bond had the best equipment survival rate when that equipment self-destructed; he wore the latest exploding watch for three months and four missions before he had to use it.) 

Q didn’t touch the other 00s, who stayed near their equipment, more or less, and who deserved their privacy, deserved not to have their footsteps tracked through the crevices of Q’s brain. In fact, he didn't touch anyone. Not if he could help it.

With Bond, Q made excuses for the tiniest bit of extra assurance, the mental tip-toe of 00 feet sneaking across the globe. 

—

“Make Hutchinson do it,” Nguyen said, back again. “He loves guns; he’d be thrilled to do maintenance on company time.” 

Q met her eyes. “I take personal responsibility for the equipment of our most senior agents. They deserve that level of consistency.” He changed out the cleaning swatch he was using. 

“How consistent will you be if you burn out because you never leave this place? Guns, radios, earpieces--you can delegate. Our work is important, but...” 

“I’m almost done,” Q said, implacable. 

Nguyen sighed. “Sleep well, Quartermaster.” She showed herself out.             

Q dried, oiled, and reassembled the gun. He would make sure to catch up with Doctor Who and a few blockbusters so he could convince Nguyen that he sometimes made an effort to think about things that weren’t work or work-related. They could collaborate on blueprints for a sonic screwdriver. It would be fine. 

He would even give the same advice if he were in her position. She couldn’t know that Hutchinson doing as simple a thing as cleaning a Double-Oh’s gun until it shone would be detrimental to the delicate safety net that Q had been building since he had arrived at Six.  

Q touched everything his agents went out with, enough that he could still sense 007's old Walther in Macau, 001's discarded ejector rod in Tunis, 004's stack of worn-out gun parts secreted in a tea tin hidden behind a book on his shelf because he liked the thrum of them all together like that, and there was always the risk, at work, that they'd be disposed of.

He never lost things that were truly his. Guns, radios, earwigs, cufflinks.

He hadn’t lost an agent yet either.

[nipuni]

Nipuniiii!

Did you see the new drops for Dragon Age?! How are you feelinggggg

Hello, I did!! All the news caught me in the middle of a migraine episode that I'm just starting to recover from so I've been just watching and liking the posts I find but I'm excited!!

The game looks really good. The stylization and tonal shift of the first trailer was odd but it looks great in game honestly. It made me so nostalgic for Inquisition. Solas looks amazing and exactly how I was hoping he would!! The Tarot cards are back and all the companions look fantastic. Everyone looks so fun to draw which very important to me!! I love Emmrich already. I heard the character creator is very extensive and that you have to create your Inquisitor in it too and I like the implications of that. The prologue looks like it mirrors Inquisition's almost exactly. I'm already seeing parallels and symbolism everywhere I'm pulling out some red string and pins for my cork board as we speak.

The combat looks fluid enough, the environments have a lot of verticality and grandeur to them that I enjoy, the fashion is amazing, the offline and more linear playstyle sounds promising, the facial animations look terrible but the hair looks impressive. As for the story, it looks like it's going the way I hoped it would! The prologue had a lot of awkward overly expository dialogue but it's understandable given the circumstances I suppose. I know we were all expecting the Evanuris to be released and the Veil to fall in this game but it happening in the prologue took me by surprise lmao. Rook just immediately making everything worse five minutes into the game is so funny to me.

The scope of everything and the amount of locations and factions seems so ambitious. I have to wonder what really happened during production because at one point it really seemed like Bioware was going up in flames and half the team was fired and now people are talking about how amazing an experience this was and how it was the best team they have ever worked with and I'm so confused. I guess it's not long now until we find out.

The game looks bigger than ever, so I'm excited and a bit apprehensive. I'm hoping for the best and I look forward to it!! 🥰

[nekropsii]

any thoughts on psycholonials?

CRITICISM: It looks, like, genuinely bad. It really doesn't make sense, considering Hussie is a genuinely good artist, but Psycholonials just does not look good. My personal theory is that the visuals being of such... Subpar quality, have to do with Burnout. Burning out can really fuck you up, sometimes permanently, and it's pretty obvious during the later parts of Homestuck that Hussie was powering through burnout just to get it over with.

DEFENSE: The Clowngender Chart really was not as bad as people made it out to be. I'm sorry that a 40 year old did not understand every single minute intricacy of how gender is discussed on Twitter by 19 year olds, but you really cannot expect people to have as perfect or up-to-date understanding of everything constantly - especially not something as complex and fluid as gender - when the conversations on what lingo and definitions are okay are ever-shifting. It's pretty obvious that Hussie was explaining their own relationship with gender, considering Hussie came out as identifying as that particular term with that particular definition, and using any pronouns. The amount of people that outright refused to accept Hussie's identity or even mocked it is appalling. Same goes for her presentation, claiming he was "too old" to be wearing fun clothes + makeup. It is absolutely shameful how hard people will walk back on their own constantly preached beliefs of acceptance, kindness, and nonjudgment when they find a socially acceptable target. For fucking shame.

[luckyshouse]

the reason why fetish art and acceptance of sexuality is so insanely important is because shame is what drives the pedophile. shame and secrecy, they never learn to look their sexual expression in the face and never learn how to engage with it in an adult way with other adults. and that is partially due to the shame and harassment put onto people with strange and unusual kinks and fetishes, and partially due to their own trauma and refusal to admit that they are a sexual being and have agency over their sexuality. one thing i've noticed about all groomers and all pedophiles is that they act as if their kinks, fetishes, and sexual needs are uncontrollable. a separate part of them. something uncontrollable and something that will exist no matter what. i believe this is also why there has been very little success when it comes to rehabilitating known pedophiles, especially when considering once you do something once, it opens up the doors to continuing the same behavior because you got away with it before. but the thing is, sexuality will always, always be fluid, and people need to channel that into something else in an adult way. your sexual needs ARE your regular needs, they are the same as any other desire or need, and they can be shifted or changed when you actually care about the people you are affecting. there are so many people on this website right fucking now who are my age, and my heart bleeds for them because i know what the internet is like. i know what it is like to be bombarded by constant disgusting sexual content from as soon as you can read, its something i'm very aware of. and these people are being told that theres no fixing their sexuality, that these genuinely malicious fetishes and kinks that were pushed onto them as children have caused them to be forever pedophiles. and that they need to convince people that thats okay. but what they need is for someone to sit them the fuck down and explain to them that what they are doing is literally actively creating more people like them right now, that their CP and their incest work is literally at this moment being used to groom more kids into thinking this is ok. they need to be sat down and explained to that yes kinks and fetishes are entirely normal, they are something you should learn to incorporate into your life and expression and identity if you feel the need, they are things you need to talk to with OTHER real adults about. because we are animals, we are sexual beings by nature, and it is important for human development to open up these conversations. but shame and regret and untreated trauma keeps these people in these cycles of trying to justify some SERIOUSLY egregious shit just so they can get off without examining their trauma, or examining WHY they're getting off to this in the first place. i honestly find it really deplorable. i thought we were supposed to be the ones ensuring this shit wouldn't ever happen again to kids, and yet here we are, 2024, all the people i grew up with who i saw get groomed over and over and over and over on this website are now making posts about how looking at pictures of children getting fucked and reading stories about a brother preying on his sister is completely fucking normal. i'm sorry to burst your bubble, it isn't. your posts stink of untreated, unexamined trauma, you have let yourself become a slave to your libido that isn't even yours anymore. i don't know how to explain to these people that i am not conservative for saying this, and i don't know how to explain to these people that incest and pedophilia is literally the white mans tool for purity and control. it isn't kinky fun time, it isn't just a devious taboo. grow the fuck up. it is a white supremacy tool that was used AGAINST you to indoctrinate you and you fell for it hook line and sinker and are now trying to convince people you aren't guilty. you are. and you will be guilty until you take a moment to step back and look at yourself in the eyes, and ask yourself why that specific power dynamic is seemingly the ONLY thing that can get you off.

There are plenty of other fetishes and kinks that have almost the exact same sort of power dynamic, the same sort of humiliation or control or risque-ness out there. The issue is, these things ARE actually taboo, they are seen as the ACTUAL SEXUAL DEVIANCE, because they are intrinsically connected to art and homosexuality. that's how i know none of you mean anything you actually say, i know that none of you actually give a fuck about human psychology or "pro-kink" or anything like that because you straight up only use the excuses you use to get away with your fictional CP. i want there to be a happy ending for us, i want there to be spaces for us to express ourselves, i want to see people learn to interact with sexuality in a healthy and fun and unique way. I am so fucking tired of seeing my entire peer group take the tools that rich white pedophiles have pushed onto us and use it on eachother and younger generations. it makes me sick to my fucking stomach. Grow up. Get into other things. Stop trying to get other people to manage your trauma for you. I do not forgive you, and your posts attempting to shove your guilt onto me mean fucking nothing. You can only say "you sound like a conservative homophobe" so many times to me without sounding actually fucking insane, knowing my pedophile conservative father would be patting you on the back knowing he taught you well. You're a coward. I want to see you grow a pair.

[roosterforme]

Can i request some smutty bob x maria goodness pls 🙏 I'm desperate to know what happens in that apartment after hours 👉👌👅👀 thank yew

Let's not forget the first time Maria invited Bob to bed.... that's right here. But once things are established, they get at it all the time. Here's a peek at their "after hours" activities:

Maria was not one to wait around for a man. In fact, she never ever had before she started dating Bob. Now she found herself constantly waiting for him, and it didn't bother her one bit. She faithfully waited for him to return from his deployment after scaring herself into thinking he would dump her before he left. He didn't. He never planned to. And he spent hours proving to her how desperately he wanted her to still be his when he got home.

Tonight she took a shower after taekwondo and made herself a snack while her roommate turned boyfriend played his Dungeons & Dragons campaign. She noticed his copy of the Players Handbook was open on the coffee table when she took her bowl of ice cream to the couch.

"The Rope of Entanglement," she muttered, skimming the page about rare magical items. "Fascinating."

She didn't play herself, but Bob had for over a decade, and she actually found it hot. Somehow he checked her top two boxes at the same time: a strong guy who could match her enthusiasm in bed and a sweet nerd who she could make blush. He kept gifting her his favorite, most sparkly dice, and she had them lined up on the vanity in her bedroom. Well, their bedroom. The second bedroom was basically vacant once again.

When she finished her ice cream, her gaze fell to the book once again, and she smiled knowing Bob would be home soon.

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"Maria?" Bob called out as soon as he got home. Her taekwondo class let out hours ago, and just as he did every week now, he contemplated skipping out on his friends to spend more time with her.

"In the bedroom," she replied, and he started kicking his shoes off. His recent deployment had been long and lonely, especially now that he had a girlfriend and an apartment that really felt like home.

When he reached the doorway, he froze. His girlfriend was laying in bed wearing his bathrobe which was way too large on her. "Hi," he murmured, licking his lips as his hand settled next to the fly of his jeans. "What are you doing?" he asked

She shifted a little bit, and Bob could see her dark, furled nipple peek out from the robe as she pulled the sash belt free. "You left your Dungeons & Dragons handbook open again," she whispered, wrapping the belt around her wrists. "I was reading about The Rope of Entanglement. I thought we could have a little fun?"

Bob swallowed hard. "Technically I should roll for a dexterity saving throw right now," he grunted, unzipping his jeans. "But I think I'd like to show you my rope trick instead."

"What's your rope trick?" Maria asked, eyes lighting up as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Bob stopped right in front of her, leaned down, and deftly tied her hands behind her back with the belt. Then he pulled himself free from his jeans, and guided his cock to her lips.

"It's a spell. You have to touch my rope and make it hard. Then it will rise up in the air."

Bob's eyes rolled back as she kissed him and lapped up the bead of precum forming. "Is this really a D&D spell?" she asked before parting her lips.

"It absolutely is," he whispered, tracing her lips with the tip of his cock.

"I can't believe you play this filthy game with your friends," she replied, taking him deep with one fluid motion.

Bob moaned and let his fingers sink into her curly hair. "Somehow it's only filthy when I tell you about it."

Once she had his cock sloppy with her saliva, Bob pushed her down onto the bed and fucked her with her hands pinned beneath her body. Her tits were bouncing beautifully, and her voice was rising in pitch as she chanted his name. Bob finally had a girlfriend who seemed to enjoy his nerdy side every bit as much as she enjoyed having sex with him.

"You look so pretty like this," he mused between labored breaths as he fucked her harder. "Gonna look even better when I cum on your tits." And she did. She really did as she writhed beneath him, hands tucked snug beneath her as he jerked off onto her chest.

[beanghostprincess]

Buggy Girl Buggy Girl Buggy Girl WOMEN

Imagine for a moment that Buggy is CRUSHING HARDCORE on Mihawk and Crocodile. Imagine she is crushing on them. Imagine she is in LOVE. IMAGINE OKAY.

Alvida, like the bestest bestie to ever best, is just like "bet, let's get your manses." She kidnaps Buggy for Plotting and A Makeover. Swordguy and Sandman are oblivious to this happening (they also love her but are Not Making Moves).

Then Buggy announces a small event. Maybe it's the anniversary of the Guild starting, maybe it's a celebration for a bug bounty being brought in, maybe maybe maybe idfk, but it's A Party. The squad all orchestrates performances, food, good music, etc. Alvida plays announcer, and the main act is Buggy on silks.

Crocodile and Mihawk, attending solely for appearances sake, are suddenly Looking. She's in a leotard, tights, hair elegantly tied up, makeup different but still very much Her Brand. She looks majestic, graceful, weaving her body and limbs around the silks like she and the fabric are the same, movements fluid and confident. There is absolutely NO devil fruit involved, it's All Skill.

And then she tumbles, transitioning from silks to a dragon staff, music shifting from sweet, bouncy and yet sinful to something a bit harder, a bit faster. She twirls and moves, flames lighting her features in a way that's breathtaking even without the prior attraction. It's like the spotlight has fueled her, baptized into a new being who is in her element. The audience is left breathless.

Maybe it wraps up with the music hitting a climax, her dancing and twirling growing and growing and growing until she finishes with a fire-breathing move, much to the cheering of her audience.

Just.... talented performing women and their absolute LEGION of simps.

I don't have to imagine shit, what do you mean Buggy isn't in love with them???????? That is canon to me. What are you talking about??? And the only reason Crocodile and Mihawk aren't making moves although they like her back is because they're both socially inept idiots who don't know how to flirt. People keep saying they know. They don't. And Alvida doing her a makeover is just so real to me. I'm sure she'd actually love fem Buggy way more than canon because, y'know, women.

The whole thing about Buggy's show??? Okay. Wow. I died. But also Crocodile and Mihawk would not fucking hesitate. They might not know how to flirt but they knovw what they want and they can't hold themselves back after THAT. Just saying the three of them have a very fun night right after that show and they leave the party way earlier than expected. Alvida winks at Buggy and Buggy probably thinks she's being taken to another room to get murdered or something. Little does she know.

[jackwhiteprophetic]

okayokayokay you asked for asks so i'm asking (i'm hoping these aren't things you've already answered, and for like a dissertation back because i love reading all your thoughts)

i think s7 really suffered from inconsistent writing (and a plot that wasn't cohesive at all, esp because it's an ensemble cast) do you think s8 will do better? i'm really hoping it does.

i miss shenanigans. like s7 definitely had some but i think the season was so short and a little all over the place, i feel like we deserve some hijinks (esp because of gerrard being back)

if you had like an ideal disaster arc that led to buddie getting together (i'm thinking shooting 2.0) what would it be?

also i love carlo's song

I LOVE ALL OF THIS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH. Unrelated but I'm currently feeling SO pissed off because I tried to long onto my childhood email account for nostalgia fun and THEY DELETED ALL MY OLD EMAILS.

I love to hear that people like to hear me talk, especially about 9-1-1, so THANK YOU ALSO!!! I really love your questions, and never worry about if I've answered them before because I will always answer again AND I actually have no memory of anything I say ever, so I will probably think it's a new thing every time.

Yesss so I think with S7 the writing was rushed and the filming was rushed due to strikes and stuff, and the new network, like it was all fresh and new and chaotic. They knew the things they had to hit (cruise ship, Madney wedding) and they hit those well. But in between it didn't flow very well, because they shifted things around. I think the issue started with the Bachelor (not party) crossover in 704. They had to swap over different storylines to make room, they ended up deleting an entire scene they had films and that we had stills for (which I think was someone up high somewhere which COULD HAVE BEEN A VERTIGO REFERENCE???). So yeah. Things went downhill a bit because while individual storylines were interesting, people were kept fairly separate and there weren't even really any team scenes where they all discussed things (because they weren't sure which order they'd do, they can't have Buck and Eddie slightly annoyed at each other in the background of a Hen and Chim scene bc they might swap the storylines between episodes the week before the episode airs).

And to make up for the lack of fluidity, they had the medal ceremony. Which just didn't really hit, maybe because we'd seen so many stills that we didn't get scenes of, and because yeah, it wasn't very fluid so bigger scenes felt kind of off? It must be so fucking hard for the actors to be making decisions for scenes when they don't know which order it's going to have been in.

I also think they slowed down after they found out about season 8, and they've already started writing, and I think the fact they have more time to film and more actual episodes will mean it's more fluid.

I do find it so interesting though how the fact that they only had 10 episodes and essentially still tried to fit 18 episodes of plot into that, tied with them knowing there may be new viewers and having to reintroduce characters and dynamics, they reduced relationships right down to what they are prioritising that the viewers see. So we have Bathena and Bobby grappling with his past, so the audience knows Bobby's past, and we have Hen and Chim and how their families are linked and their own family dynamics, we have Maddie's past and the Madney and Henren families, and we have Buck and Eddie, so massively and messily interlinked this season.

We barely saw Buck with Maddie, HIS OWN SISTER, this season, and their only scene just the two of them was not really about Maddie at all, it was about Buck and his life and also his relationship with Eddie. So yeah, they really really focused on highlighting the key dynamics they wanted us to see this season. Which is very interesting. I just wish they had done it more fluidly, but oh well.

I am really hopeful for next season and the writing, and I am also FUCKING STRESSED EVER SINCE TIM MINEAR SAID HE DOESN'T LIKE TO PLAN THINGS... WE CARE ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS A LOT... PLEASE PLAN THINGS!!!!!

But yeah, they never had time for filler episodes this season, the episodes where little happened (one could argue 705, 707, 709ish) weren't really filler episodes, they were more episodes that were having to tie up loose ends from the last and establish the next episode. If that makes sense? I also think they just decided this season that they didn't really have much time for firefighting? Which idk, it's disappointing, but yeah, they actually did not have much time and people remember the personal things more????

ANYWAY I AM SO HOPEFUL FOR NEXT SEASON AND I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE? but also I really enjoyed writing it anyway!!! FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ASKS ALWAYS!!! THEY BRING ME MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF JOY!!!! And yes Carlos song is fucking incredible I am so excited I am going back to the place I first heard it next week!!!!!

Have a beautiful day if possible, and I love you all and I think you are doing amazing!!!!!! REMEMBER TO EAT AND DRINK AND SLEEP AND SUCH!! and also do something fun, like if you have nice food then just eat it, you don't have to justify it to yourself I'm literally telling you to! Trust your instincts especially if they're positive ones!!!!!!!!!!! I'm just rambling now, my phone is on 5% we shall see how long it lasts!!

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

Request: Can I request Quinn Bailey x Reader, where reader persuades Quinn to go to the halloween party with the rest of the gang, with as much tooth-rotting fluff as possible.

Of course you can, I am so glad someone requested Quinn Bailey x Reader, I'm absolutely obsessed over this.

*****

New Romantics

Quinn Bailey x Female Reader

Word Count: 723.

*****

You had been stood at the side of the dance floor, watching the alcoholic beverage swirl around in the bottom of your red cup for the past 30 minutes, with your friends previously going off to do their own thing, had left you contemplating how much longer you should wait for your date to arrive.

The pop music blaring into your ears, had drowned out all other sense you had on what choice to make. That was until you felt someone tap on your back, which made you jump, before turning around to see your girlfriend standing in front of you.

"Holy shit, don't scare me like that." You said to her, putting your hand on your chest.

"Sorry," Quinn exclaimed, "I forgot to text you saying I'd be a bit late, my shift ran longer then I thought it would, and it put my whole getting ready ragime back by like 20 minutes." She added.

"It's okay." You replied, "For a moment, I thought you'd stood me up. I was just contemplating if I should leave or not."

"Me, stand up the most gorgeous girl I've ever set my eyes on? Never." The red head declared.

"Oh sure, yeah whatever you say." You laughed off, "Besides the point but, what are you supposed to be? I mean you do realise this is a costume party, right? Mindy and Tara will drag you home if they see you in something that looks nothing like a costume."

"I'm a vampire, duh." She said, spinning around to show off her cape, red and black striped stockings and black dress, before lifting her upper lip to reveal costume vampire fangs.

"Ah, got it. Bet you can't guess what I am." You stated.

The red head looked you up and down trying to assess your costume, before your t shirt caught her eye.

" 'Eat my brains' ," she read, "Ohhhhhh, you're a zombie. See I thought the blood and the holes in your t shirt and trousers were what you usually wear." Quinn retorted.

"Haha, very funny." You replied, sarcastically.

"Well if it makes you feel any better about me being late, I think I know the perfect way to make it up to you." The girl stated.

"Oh yeah, what might that be." You questioned, tilting your head to the side.

"This." Quinn declared, intertwining her fingers into the belt loops on your jeans, before pulling you closer to her by them and kissing you deeply.

"I think you've infected me with your zombie virus." Quinn chirped, after you both broke the kiss.

"You're such a nerd." You chuckled.

Just before you both were about to kiss again, you heard somebody shout from across the dance floor.

"Ew, get a room! Jesus Christ, no one wants to see you guys exchange bodily fluids." Ethan shouted, as he and the rest of the gang were walking over to the two of you.

"Oh please, just because you're the only single person in our group doesn't mean you can hate on me for kissing my girlfriend." Quinn stated, putting her arm around your waist.

"Hey, come on guys, we're here to have fun. Let's not get into arguments just yet." Sam said.

"I'll drink to that." Chad declared, taking a swig of his bear.

"I second that" Tara agreed, before taking a sip of the red liquid that was in her cup.

"Frankly, I'll drink to anything, so hell yeah" Mindy quipped, finishing off the bottle of tequila in her hand.

"Okay, enough of hypothetical drinking. Let's get on the dance floor, get our best moves out and do some actual drinking." You stated.

"Now that I'll agree too," Anika said, "Plus I heard that the DJ is playing songs from '1989' very very soon, so I can't miss that, not for any of you." She added, eyeing Mindy

"That is something we can all agree on, none of us are gonna miss out on basically any Taylor Swift song to ever exist." Sam replied.

"Then what are we waiting for," Quinn declared, "Let's go top up our drinks and start dancing." She added.

Let's just say, all of you were dancing to the sound of Taylor Swift for many hours after that, and you had to get taxi's home because of how sore everybody's feet were.

*****

Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it, let me know what other things you would like me to write, and yeah feel free to request for the characters on my pinned post.

See you in the next one.

-Harlow

[starlitangels]

I struggle with making requests, but I'm going to share some fun words with you anyway!!

-Gargantuan

-Flutter

-Indomitable

-Erinaceous

I love the fun words! I'm going to give you a little gen Wolf Boys with a tiny sprinkling of Milo/Sweetheart! 💜💚

Flutter, Gargantuan, and Indomitable

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Your mate's watching, Asher teases playfully. Do you feel the pressure of impressing them weighing down on your shoulders?

Milo huffs out of his snout, shaking his head. Not a chance, he retorts confidently. I don't need to impress my mate against you.

Ohhhhh—to be so skilled, Asher taunts, a smile in his voice. But you're not practicing against me.

Wait, what?

Shaking out pitch-black fur, David's huge wolf form emerges from the shadows. Milo hadn't even—how had he not noticed—

Downwind. David was downwind and his pelt was so dark he'd blended right into the shadows.

A pit squeezed in Milo's stomach. It had been years since he actually faced David one-on-one. They'd been... God, they'd been teenagers. David had mopped the floor with Milo. He could still remember his Ma's lecture when they both shifted back to human form bloody and bruised ringing in his ears. He didn't even have to strain to bring the memory up.

It took all of Milo's considerable self-confidence not to flatten his ears and drop his tail, yielding immediately. No, he thinks to himself, keeping it off the mental link. No. I can do this. He'll beat me, but I'll take it with dignity—and no way in hell am I makin' it easy on him.

He bares his teeth and raises his hackles in challenge. Cool and confident. Maybe even a little cocky.

David says nothing. Just braces his front paws into the dirt and bends to lunge.

Milo's ears twitch backward as he hears your whistle and clapping. "You got this, Milo!"

Your voice warms the blood in his veins, making his chest swell.

Milo copies David's pose.

They both take a moment to glance at their mates. Milo's grey eyes in his rust-colored pelt meet your gaze. You can't help but smile, trying to make it encouraging and loving at the same time. Just that gaze, no matter if it's in a wolf's face or the man's you love, makes your heart flutter.

He huffs out his nose again.

He and David nod at each other—

And leap.

They crash together in a tangle of teeth, claws, limbs, and tails. Asher's mate gasps quietly beside you, their hand reaching for your arm. You set your other hand on top of their reassuringly.

Milo and David hit the ground.

David recovers first, shoving to his feet.

Milo doesn't scramble back up onto all fours. No. He stands in one fluid movement. Directly between you and his alpha.

Compared to Milo—who is already big in wolf form—David is absolutely gargantuan. Bearing down on Milo with the confidence of a fight already won when it's only just begun.

But anyone could say what they would about Milo—he's not a quitter. You've never known him to back down from a challenge.

You can even see he's smiling. Well, the wolf-snout equivalent, anyway.

David's also "smiling."

"It's all good fun," you reassure Asher's mate as Milo lunges at David. "They've done this before."

"But I've never seen Milo against David."

You haven't either. David rarely sparred against anyone other than Asher or Tank. They were nearly his size and he tried his best to make sparring matches fair.

Not that something so silly would ever stop Milo.

You smirk. "Don't worry about Milo," you decide.

He's currently in the process of attempting to wrangle David onto the ground. Toppling an alpha his size is a nigh impossible task when it comes to weight difference alone, but Milo's densely muscled, despite his size.

Not bad, Asher says, sounding impressed, from the sidelines where he's acting as referee.

Shut up, Milo and David both gripe at the same time. Milo can hear the strain in David's thoughts as he withstands the weight of Milo's attacks dragging him toward the ground.

Havin' a hard time, big guy? Milo asks.

Not a chance, David replies.

Milo growls in satisfaction. Always the best kind of play-fight. David would never dream of going easy on Milo—and he likes it that way. Milo figures the rest of the pack can mock his size as much as they wanted, they will never be able to say his will is anything less than indomitable. He's proved that over and over, and he'll never stop.

Even as David's shoulder slams into his gut and knocks him several yards away from the power behind the swing.

Milo digs his claws into the ground to stop sliding and huffs.

Ready for the fun to begin, big guy?

I thought it had already started, David deadpans. But there's excitement hidden in that tone. Milo knows what to listen for.

Hope you're ready. He lowers his head and charges forward.

[crookedt44th]

Cigarette Kiss

PAIRING: jiu x fem!reader

GENRE: college au. fluff. strangers to friends to lovers. just two girls who loves music.

CWs: a lot of smoking basically. pet name or nickname “sweetie” being used a lot. it's just a pretty bittersweet romance going on at the middle of the dark night.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

A/N: Finally came through with this ff im mostly excited about :)

please no minors and cis males for this blog!

Your roommate told you about a big college party, that's when you thought to yourself. Now that exams are over, maybe you do deserve to have a little fun. Ending up in the middle of suburbia, you get a glimpse of what looks to be an overly crowded house party. You could already feel the bodily fluids and humidity as you moved through the crowd. Everyone was dancing to the loud music, while others were making out or exchanging conversations in the hallway. Whisping through a maze of students, you soon arrive at the backyard. Which was where you all planned to meet up. Though you found yourself disappointed by their absence. Glancing around the premises, unable to locate them. You sighed and texted one of your friends to let them know you're here.

Realizing your need for relief from that heavy indoor atmosphere, You decide to wait in the yard and enjoy the fresh air. With that being said, you just wanted a cigarette at this point. You found a spot, leaned against the wall, and pulled out your pack of cigarettes. As you attempted to light a cigarette in your mouth, your lighter stopped working. 

Awesome, just what I needed. 

You huffed and were about to fling your lighter to the ground out of frustration when you noticed a hand holding a lighter in front of you and lighting the cigarette for you. You puffed before diverting your gaze to the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. 

You can still make out the features of her face even if it was a little too dark in the backyard. She had long, gorgeous blonde hair. She wore light denim shorts, white thigh socks, a baggy white shirt that was partially torn, and a spiked choker with chains attached around her neck. Her makeup was a touch smokey, and she had glitters under her eyes. You suddenly felt small around her because she was considerably taller than you. 

“Thanks.” As you smoked again, you stuttered slightly and shifted your head aside. 

You caught a glimpse of her smiling at you out of the corner of your eye, and it was genuine. You couldn't remember ever having someone smile at you like that. Hell, you don't even know her; you had no idea why your stomach was getting butterflies. It's never happened like this before. You do like girls, but, god, you've never been in a relationship. 

"What's your name, sweetie?" 

"Sorry, but why?" With a frown, you turned to face her.

“What? Why?” She grinned. "Sweetie, I just think you're cute. I just wanted to know who you are, where you’re from, and if you like girls.” 

Although you gave her a blank glance, your heart was pounding. But you remained silent. Really, you didn't know what to say in response to that. You could feel her eyes on you as she continued to tilt her head. 

"Okay, if you're not going to respond, fine. Then my name is Minji, or you may just call me Jiu." After taking her final drag, she knelt down to put her cigarette out on the ground. Jiu stood up and examined you from head to toe once more. "I have to leave, sweetie. I guess I'll see you around?"

You immediately grasped her arm as she turned her heels to enter the house, and she gave you a curious look. Despite her widening eyes, she began to smile at you. You had no idea what had physically possessed you or why you had behaved in that manner. 

"My name is Cora, by the way." You stumbled once again, and you could feel the heat rising on your face, but you shook your head and released her arm. "I'm sorry, uhm, you can leave now-"

"Do you want to come with me?" 

“To where?” 

"To get the hell out of here. Just follow me, sweetie." She went back to the other side of the backyard in search of a door. You were a little skeptical at first, wondering to yourself if you could follow a girl you just met. But you followed her either way. 

When you checked the time on your phone, it was already close to nine at night. People were all cheering as you two exited the backyard and passed the garage where a beer pong game was being played. Then you heard someone calling out to Jiu, and when you turned around, you saw the person reaching out to hug Jiu. You could hear her sigh quite loudly. 

“Jiu! I was looking for you, oh my god! Why haven't you replied to my text?" He attempted to hold her waist, but she deflected his hand. “Me and my buddies are playing beer bong, you want to come join?” 

"No, I gotta bring this hottie to my house. Bye, though." She rolled her eyes at him, refusing to speak to him any more. Jiu interlocked your hand with hers as she turned her back on him and walked away. The way the guy was staring at you both made you feel uneasy. 

"Who the hell was that?" You questioned while turning to face the man who was surrounded by his friends. 

"I guess he's just a guy who likes me." Once more sighing, Jiu said, "I'm not interested in him, though." 

"He didn't do anything else to you, right?" You took another quick glance behind you. "I could beat him up for you, if you want." 

"He only tried to pursue me by, I don't know, trying to look attractive and flirty. But he didn't touch me; if he had, I would have slashed his hands."

"Damn, that's insane. He looks creepy." She nodded, agreeing with you as you spoke.

In the suburbs, you and Jiu had been strolling for a while, passing by each house. As we stroll hand in hand, all that can be seen are the warm yellow light rods. You raised your head to the sky, which was completely black yet had a moon and stars in its vicinity. Then, forgetting that you are still holding Jiu's hand, you turn to look at her side profile next to your side. It felt as if you didn't want to let go.

Jiu told you there were stores across the street she wanted to visit; nevertheless, you are unsure of how far you and Jiu walked. You nodded, deciding that now would be a good time to pick up some munchies. Your hand started to go chilly once more as you felt her hand release you. She reached inside her shorts' back pocket and pulled out her phone and tangled earbuds. You watched her attempting to detangle her earbuds. 

In the summer, it seems to grow rather chilly at night. You tried to keep yourself warm by crossing your arms when you felt yourself becoming cold. Two of you stood on the side of the road, watching as the cars flashed their headlights past us. Several more steps since the shops are only a short distance away. 

Jiu motioned for you to insert the right earpiece, so you did as she held it out in front of you. Looking for a tune to play on her phone, you switched your attention to her. When she eventually discovered a song, you were met with the recognizable sound of gritter, replete with a powerful guitar and percussion. You feel a flood of nostalgia when you hear it. You haven't heard of this in a fat minute, yet it's just like your teenage years all over again. You don't miss high school, but you do miss being young. It surprised you that Jiu knew this song. 

Staple my eyes to my chest

‘Cause I want to pretend that we’re better than this

Hiding intentions through subtle inflexions

Like you know I’m asking for it

"You know this song? I've never met someone who is familiar with Stand Atlantic." Her knowledge of your favorite band gave you exhilaration, which you did your best to conceal. 

“Yeah! One of their music videos popped up earlier in my YouTube recommendations. They're great." You could tell she was thrilled at your response. You might even fall in love with her at this point. 

I wanted more so I went and got it

You wanted more so you came and got it

And I got that winter chill with summer’s guilt

Is it so innocent?

As you listened to the song, memories of your youth played back in your head. Back then, despite how stupid you were, you had fun. Realizing you were in your final year of college and how much you had changed made you feel incredibly sad. 

It’s just a cigarette kiss

Oh, cigarette kiss

Is it so innocent?

You two made your way to visit the convenience store in the hopes of locating some good snacks. You took off the earbud and moved towards the aisle in search of snacks and beverages. Jiu was preparing a hot dog when you swung around to look for her. She was trying to squeeze the ketchup bottle, but it splattered over her hot dog. She grumbled, hearing a giggle from afar, and when she turned to look at you, you pretended you hadn't done anything. 

"I know it was you, so stop acting like you’re innocent." Her eyes rolled as she complained. 

Again you laughed, muttering, "Sorry, you're just so silly." Jiu smiled as she gazed down on you as you approached her after gathering some goodies. As she adds the toppings to the hot dog, you place your head on her shoulder. You could see the crimson on her face as she averted her gaze. "The money is on me."

Jiu was sitting on the curb outside, waiting for you as you went to pay for everything. You seated yourself next to her and gave her food and beverage. You and Jiu were eating in silence because you didn't know how to start the topic this time.You wanted to know her better and maybe even asked her where she worked, what college she attended, and what her major was, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You felt shy again. 

Jiu finished her food and stood up to dispose of it in the nearby trash can. She returned and sat down again, placing her head firmly on your shoulder. She drew a cigarette from her pack and lit it with her lighter, the pungent odor hitting both of you. She was still listening to music with both of her earbuds in, and you could hear the same tune blasting in her earpieces; she must've replayed the song. You started staring at her for a moment, and she looked up at you, capturing both of you. Looking down at her lips as Jiu took a drag, you were unable to turn away at this moment. She spotted it and looked at yours as well. You cleared your throat and hesitated before starting to remove one of her headphones and place it into your ear. You noticed your face blushing once more as she kept staring at you for an extended period of time. 

"How long have you been listening to this band?" She asked inquisitively.

"When I was like, in my last year of high school, the Skinny Dipping album is what got me into them." You replied while recalling your time in high school. "I used to be in a band, so I listened to lots of bands for inspiration." 

Her eyes were beginning to sparkle as she gasped. "You used to be in a band? What happened to it?"

"We all just fell apart. I don't know why, but I stopped speaking with them." As you sighed. 

“Hmm. Now, what do you do? The major and career stuff, you know." As she smoked again, Jiu enquired with curiosity. 

"Music production. Really, it's enjoyable. What about you?" you asked as you cocked your head in her direction. "I don't even know if you go to my college or something."

"I do go to your college. I've seen you around campus a few times. "

You blinked, perplexed, not realizing she went to your college and had seen you a few times. You may have been too preoccupied to notice your surroundings, but these days you hardly interact with people or make acquaintances. Simply lock yourself in the recording studio, go to work, and return home to crash in bed. You never eat well, you never make time for others, and you never even take care of yourself. You might want to take it easy.

"And my major is dance, but I also do theater," Jiu said. "I've done some acting and am currently in a dance group. But I still don't know what I'm going to do after this."

"Yeah, life is tough," you nodded in agreement. "I've been overworking myself for years and I'm on the verge of dying. Plus, you're the first new friend I've had in a long time."

You sense her body advancing toward you as she again places her hand on yours. 

"Sweetie, you need to look after yourself. I will always be there for you, Cora, now that we are friends." You haven't heard these words from anyone in a while, and man, do you miss them. 

"Thank you, Jiu." You mumbled. You won't lie; you do feel flattered. 

Now there was nothing but silence. Her gaze remained fixed on you as she admired how beautiful you were and hoped she could give you a kiss that would last. Jiu has already seen you around, and she had a tiny crush on you during her final year of college. She had heard a lot of things about you, including how talented you are at playing the guitar and how good your music is. She couldn't believe she was speaking to you to begin with. Since it was getting close to midnight, she didn't want the night to end. She was drawn to you so strongly that she can't help it. She really wanted to find out more about you. 

"Can I kiss you?" Jiu's attention was fixed on you, not realizing what she had just uttered. 

You were astonished by her query because you didn't really anticipate her wanting to kiss you. You gently nodded as she continued to inhale the smoke while she was still holding it inside. Inching closer till she could hear your breath, Jiu tilted her head. She suddenly slammed her lips into yours and began to rhythmically move them while you did the same. Both of you were overcome by the overpowering odor of cigarettes as you kissed her back, feeling the smoke travel between your lips. Since this was your first kiss, you were understandably surprised. Your first kiss with a stunning woman. 

It’s just a cigarette kiss

As Jiu's hand encircled the back of your neck and head, you reluctantly but firmly placed your hands on her waist. Into the caress, our eyes closed peacefully. 

And I got that winter chill with summer’s guilt

Each other’s lips bruised and mouths recognized each other like old intimates. Tongues rasping against each other, flaming in their mouths and spreading to the flesh outside. 

It’s not as innocent as I make it feel

You desired for the soul kiss to endure forevermore. If you were ever sure about anything in your life, it was that this kiss seemed genuine. We pulled away at the same time steadily, until two of you were apart and staring at each other. 

High price to pay for a cheaper thrill

You began to cough after barely swallowing since you could still taste the stench of tobacco in your mouth. When Jiu's cigarette fell to the ground, you assumed that it had been dropped during your previous kiss. Her mouth in particular seemed a little bit bitter, but that kiss sent off rockets throughout her body.

Kill time with bitter pills till nothing’s real

"Wow," was all you could manage.

"Wow to you, too," Jiu smiled. 

PLAYLIST.

[sardonis-the-radiant-horned]

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*As the terminal sparks and starts to smoke, the tank fills with a warm green fluid, my body floating with a satisfied sigh*

Mm, it's like a hot tub! A little tingly though... I... Feel funny...

*The liquid grows opaque enough that I disappear from sight, and the pod starts to make concerning sounds of errors and parts protesting loudly. Then, the door spring open and the green goo floods out, with no person in sight...*

[Contacting assistance right away. Please stay put]

H-hey darling? Why are you crying? I'm fine! Maybe a bit small, since you're way up there... Ooh, am I a fairy or something? It's a little weird to move though... One sec~

*The slime on the floor starts to shift, rising in a humanoid silhouette before excess foam and goo falls off to show my familiar face, albeit in jelly-like form. My whole body has been replaced with slime, green and warm and wet and soft... And I smell weirdly good, like you just want to taste me~*

O-Oh! I'm... A slime person or something? Cool! I can see right through me! I-I guess the extra liquid I absorbed in the tank while changing gave me these awesome hips and boobs too! Only downside is I don't seem to have normal hair to dye or even a womb... Eh? Y-you wanna try... U-Um, of course! Yes, let's do that! A love hotel nearby? I-if you say so, hehe! Hoo boy, this is gonna be a fun night~

Thank you everyone for reading and voting! This was a fun little experiment, and I'll be trying some more out in future! I may also be changing to a different Tumblr under a new name and look, since I was a goofball and kinda messed up first time round... But! My love darling @jadedwoman will be there to reintroduce me and I will be back stronger and sexier than ever! Love y'all, and hope you enjoyed!~

[dorminchu]

shore leave

a/n: I don't think I've ever written for these two before, but I find their dynamic super cute, albeit bittersweet. Smut below the cut.

By the time Porco Galliard was made a Warrior, Pieck had already been on the front-lines for years. Back when they were teenagers, the toll of her repeated transformations was easier to dismiss. Pieck wasn't lame, it simply took a while to get used to walking upright after weeks and weeks of being confined. She was perfectly capable of walking, she'd say, but the crutches made it easier. Her own body was a little slow to obey her, compared to the immediate and fluid power of her Titan.

She was staying in a spare room at the HQ. Crutches propped up in arm's reach. Porco couldn't think of a recent memory in which he'd seen her without them. At twenty three, the black tresses of her hair were turning silver. There would come a day when her body would fail her, and another younger Warrior would take her place and he'd only have the glimmer of Pieck Finger, a trick of the light. While she wasn't foolish enough to deny it, or push herself beyond her capabilities like Leonhardt, she wasn't interested in pity.

"Aren't you interested in the festival?" she asked.

"No," Porco said. "It's not my idea of fun. Hoover went with the cadets."

She simpered. "I don't want you to feel obligated to stay."

"That's not it." She wouldn't look at him directly. He turned towards her. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be."

They stared at one another for a moment, Porco gauging her reaction. The ambivalence of her expression softening. There was a glimmer to her grey eyes he couldn't place, but he found himself compelled to sit on the bed beside her. "I'd like to go," she said. "But not everyone is as understanding of my condition as a Warrior. It's easier to feel useful, when I'm in the Titan. Back home, I'm just another child of the Devil." Her hand settled over the back of his. "Would you come with me, if I asked you to?"

"Of course," he said, frowning. "But why didn't you before?"

Pieck's shoulders lifted. "It's been years since I thought about it." She leant slowly into his shoulder. "I can't even remember the last time I thought about it. Probably when Marcel was alive. But he was busy looking after you."

Porco scanned the room for a change of subject. "Where'd you get these?" A pair of wood carvings in the shape of the Armoured and Warhammer, rested on the desk beside her.

"Colt's brother," she said, eyes closed. "He won them in a shooting game. They were supposed to be for Gabrielle, but she wasn't interested."

Porco wasn't surprised. Gabi was more interested in competing with her fellow Warriors than making friends, when she wasn't chasing the status of her cousin's inheritance. It was all sport, to her. She'd just as well show up Falco as a marksman.

"You're going grey," she muttered, "did you know?"

"So are you."

She huffed. "I suppose we'll be old and decrepit by the time this war is over."

Porco chuckled.

"You look tired," Pieck touched his face, suddenly stern. "Have you been sleeping?"

Porco pressed a kiss inside her wrist. "I'd rather be with you."

Pulling her into an embrace, the warmth and the weight of her body draped across him as he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed. Pieck buried her face into his neck with a hum, trailing soft kisses under his jawline to his carotoid artery.

She was in the process of sucking a bruise into his throat. "Quit that," he panted, not nearly as displeased as he ought to be. Pieck murmured an apology, pressing a softer kiss there. Scraping teeth. "Pieck," he hissed, grabbing her shoulder and squeezing. 

"Do you want me to stop?"

With an irritated sigh, Porco let go of her. "That wasn't what I meant," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. "You've only been back a week."

"I see," she muttered. Her breath washed over his collarbone as she nestled closer. "You can give me a mark if you like."

He exhaled. "Pieck..."

"Hm?" He wet his lips, averting his eyes from the her mouth. The room was stuffier than it had seemed a moment ago. She reposed herself over him, cupping his face. "Pock," she murmured, close enough to kiss if he leant into it. "What's wrong?"

He rankled for the sake of rankling. The childhood nickname was an old sticking point. "I've missed you," he said, running his hands over her waist. "I've missed you terribly."

"Yes," she intoned, "I can tell." She pressed herself closer. Porco swallowed dryly. The only people around were Vice-Commander Grice and Commander Magrath. The curtains swayed in the breeze. No wonder it was so humid in here. 

He gently pushed her off of him and stood up, closed the window firmly. When he turned back Pieck was looking at him with a wistfulness he hadn't yet seen in a while.

Without a word, he pressed her onto the bed. A fist in her thick black hair, bracing the small of her back. She sucked on his tongue. He stopped only to strip himself naked, then helped her do the same. He rucked the waistband of her dress over her thighs, tugging her underwear down as she raised her hips. 

Kissing the side of her throat, shoulder. Scars like little ley-lines, convening at the base of her spine and her nape. It had gotten noticeable in recent years. Unlike Porco, she could grow out her hair to hide the scar tissue. He wasn't as far along and she'd be long gone by the time he was. He cupped her breasts, making a slow trail down her body. As he dropped to his knees she gave a little oh and opened her legs. Palming her thighs wider, he buried his face in her lap without thinking twice. Pressing her to the bed, lapping steadily. He wasn't practised, but she'd never seemed to mind.

"Porco," she shuddered, running her hands over his head, "come up to me."

She was getting close, not quite there. He pressed her shaking thighs back onto the bed and looked up. She snickered. "What?" he panted, almost indignant.

"You're in no state to be in polite company," she breathed, "but I like you better this way." With a scoff, he wiped his face on the sheet. Crawling over to her, she took hold of him. He gasped before he could stop himself. The back of his neck tingled as she pressed her thumb to his weeping cock. "Want me to return the favor?" she mumbled. 

Porco groaned, kissing her cheek. "Later," he said. The last thing he wanted was to make a fool of himself and come too fast.

She pecked him on the mouth. Palm to his chest, coaxing him to sit up. Manuvering herself onto her hands and knees, she glanced back at him and said, "You haven't tired me out yet." Her eyes lidded. She looked as weary as he did, but her eyes glinted the way they only ever did when they were alone.

A soft blush evident on her cheeks and below. Porco, kissing up her spine, swept her hair over her shoulder to press a soft bite into her skin. He swiped his hand between her legs, greasing himself, and said, "Can you be discreet?"

Biting her lip, she nodded. He positioned himself behind her, winding her hair around his fist and pressing inside. She grunted, hands curled to fists in the sheets. Porco grabbed her waist and kept pushing and pushing until he was sheathed. A shaky burst of breath escaped her. She licked her trembling lips and panted, "Can you?" 

Each time he sank into her, she’d hiss and grip the sheets. She wasn't that loud, but anyone on the other side of the door would be privy. Hooking an arm under her stomach, he pressed his hand between her trembling legs. A stream of quiet ohs and yeses ebbing into ragged breathing with the frantic slap of his hips against her ass. Even as she let herself slump to the bed, he pressed his lips to her shoulder, stifling a whimper as his rhythm turned sloppy, shallower. 

Pieck simply bit the back of her hand, spasming, taking him with her.

When his head was clear, he pulled out of her with a chaste kiss to her neck. Wiping himself off, she was feeling around for the washbasin.

"Thank you," she said. He looked up at her. Hair spilling over her breasts. Still flushed.

His ears were a little hot. He grinned half-heartedly and muttered, "Of course."

She was looking at him still, irrespective of nudity. A silent battle raged within her eyes, but Porco wasn't privy to the cause. Her eyes averted, and they redressed in silence.

"Will you be coming back?" she asked.

He smiled. "If you'd like it."

She scoffed. "Pock."

"Again with that," he muttered, walking over to the window and opening it again.

The dull thud of her footsteps came closer. When he turned around she was standing at arm's length.

"We can't leave at once," she whispered. "It'll look suspicious." Porco swallowed dryly. She took a step towards him and said, "How long can you stay?" 

"I thought you were tired."

Pieck sighed. "Yes, very." 

"Go to sleep then."

Pieck hummed. "OK." She let her weight droop against his chest. He grabbed her by the shoulders so she didn't fall. 

"You're such a kid," he muttered. "Come on."

She'd kept her grip on the crutches, permitting him to walk her back to the bed, tuck her in. "Stay with me? Just until I fall asleep," she mumbled, eyes fluttering. 

Porco exhaled. "OK," he muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Only if you'll go the hell to sleep."

[punch-love]

Can I ask how planned out your work for lp is? Like I know u said u have specific things in mind for each pov but are you ever like ohh I wanna add this scene, this scene would be fun? Or do u have like every chap and situations and whose pov per situation in mind where ur not really adding anything unless something calls for it because it would make more sense for it? Or something else entirely lol?

I have the ending planned, the reveal, and a few more "major" plot points that would be spoilers if I shared them. I think I plot similar to the way that you have points on a roadmap. I know what destinations I need to hit, but how I get to them is usually a lot more fluid. I usually write and rewrite the chapters over with different approaches, trying to figure out which one fits the story best. There are chapters that I write with a loose plan in mind that don't deviate too hard in the edit though. It really depends.

My beta also has a huge hand in each chapter - alongside doing the basic edits they also suggest structure reworks (last chapter they moved multiple scenes around), plot direction, and sometimes contribute prose/dialogue of their own that makes me want to move a scene into something else. This chapter, they suggested I move something in the beginning and stretch out another part, which is what I'm working on doing now in the second draft. I imagine it'll stretch and shift into new, unpredictable ways by the time it gets posted. I really don't like posting anything until I hear that near audible "click" in my head where a chapter finally connects to the last and is ready to be connected to the next. It just doesn't always click in the way I imagine it will when I sit down to write.

I would say love-punch is probably my most planned long work. I've spent the most time thinking about it, and it was created specifically because I wanted to write a specific type of reveal and ending that I hadn't really seen anyone else do. That being said, I was on a run yesterday and thought of a plot point that will drastically change the implications of the end that I really want to add. I don't know if I will still want to add it when the chapters get there, but it is constantly evolving and changing despite the path it's on being pretty set in stone.

[animehouse-moe]

Marriage Toxin Volume 1: A Matchmaker Made In Heaven

Yes yes I'm a little late, but I still wanted to talk about this first volume and maybe even encourage a few people try it out. Really, it's great fun and full of potential as both author and artist have a solid head on their shoulders and some pretty deft hands at work with the series. Plenty to chat about of course, otherwise why would I be here, so I'll just get into it.

The basic gist of it is a bit of an absurdist comedy wherein a master assassin specializing in poisons ends up saving his mark so they can help him get married so his grandmother can be satisfied as the clan line continues onwards.

Yeah, a very very novel concept, and that sentiment remains for the entirety of the first volume. But let's rewind a little, take a better look at the bigger picture here. Marriage Toxin is an author-artist duo, so I have some higher than average expectations for its execution. Thankfully, both ends are promising, and they give me some great ways of highlighting those proficiencies.

Gero here, our poison master and head of the similarly titled Poison Master clan, has a phenomenal character design.

Messy hair, rectangular glasses, long and loose clothing, ankle length pants. Sharp and dark fashion that betrays a disinteresting, unassuming, and even awkward and offputting air. Couple that with his overall build and his slouch/hunch and you have a very low level character that's perceived as "simple".

But, that same messy hair, that same loose and long clothing, that very same hunch can be used to weaponize Gero and turn him into a freaky terror of the night.

It's sublime work that appears ever apparent with the simple addition of a gas mask (and a side profile view). Very very smart work in creating a character whose appeal completely shifts depending on where you're looking at them from.

And just to be a little cheeky, I'll say that that sentence pertains to the work in creating his personality as well. Neurotic and high strung but ever aloof, Gero's identity as a character is equally as fluid. Flipping a single switch accomplishes a great deal with him, and vibrating between those two modes of operation is Marriage Toxin's very charm. Which is still a little bit away.

I'll just take a moment to explain the layouts and paneling for the series. It's good. Rather straightforward in terms of paneling which does weigh it down, but the layouts are really great and express a comfortable amount of range.

Though, I will say that the lack of creative paneling is a shame, purely because of some of the ideas that were cooked up for this first volume. Hopefully we'll see that degree of expression evolve as we go on.

You know, while I'm on the point of hoping for better, it's just a bit of a complaint but I'd really love to see the side characters more expressive. Considering the impressive degree exhibited by Kinosaki and Gero, the gulf between them and the rest of the characters can feel a little odd at times.

All in all, I wouldn't say anything falls short of expectations with art for this story. It's all very solid, backgrounds and environment art are comfortably common, and Kinosaki and Gero command the reader's attention during the volume. It does more than what it needs to in order to engage a reader, and it deserves praise for that.

Of course, engaging the reader isn't a one sided visual affair, the writing needs to be up to snuff, and it definitely is. It's hard to explain without spoilers, but I'll do my best.

I think the easiest way to describe it is practical, and not in a bad way. It lines up countless one two punches of foreshadowing/leadup and delivers swiftly with its relation or reveal. Here's just one example.

Some might argue a little heavy handed, but considering the goal of this series, I don't have any issues with a more straightforward approach to a well written narrative.

And it's not like it's a one off either, the author has very clear intentions and ideas they want to realize with this series, and if you're paying attention you'll understand very quickly.

That aside, let me talk in broad strokes here with narrative work.

Marriage Toxin as an action comedy is really enjoyable. The action is very prevalent and reads easily as it aims for impact over experience with its feeling, and the humor is perfectly exaggerated and telegraphed, effortlessly filling page after page.

I am worried about it turn too action heavy and forgetting its roots (just because the action is that good), but I'm not super worried.

Keeping the ball rolling with action though, an assassin power system? Very unique, and they've chosen all the right ideas for expressing it as a fluid and free scale where they're not likely to encounter too many issues. And I mean that in terms of power balances, but also in regards to how many bad guys they can cook up for this series.

And lastly, LGBTQ+ representation, and not in a "look at me!" way. It feels as natural to the characters as it does for them to breath. It's really great stuff to see in a prominent and popular Shounen Jump title. Hoping they'll give us more details and interactions in that vein, but I think even with what we have in this first volume I'm very happy to see the representation.

At the end of it all, there's a lot of praises to be sung for this first time pair of mangaka. Marriage Toxin is impressive, in every sense of the word. It's not knock your socks off incredible, or once in a generation outstanding, but it's certainly a cut above a lot of other new series in similar veins.

So would I say it's for everyone? Definitely not, no. Humor is touch and go, so it's best to give it a shot before you commit if you're not into the more loud and fast style. Thankfully, Manga Plus has all chapters of the manga available digitally for you to check out, so I really recommend that people at the minimum give it a shot!