#just utter bleh

[janiedean]

i got to this age without becoming an hypochondriac i’d appreciate not starting now

[jenjensd]

Do you ever come across a take so brain dead that you have to check the persons blog and it’s the least shitty and misinformed take on their blog?

[nastyaromatherapy]

Footlong (18+)

Ethan, a boy you bullied in highschool, sees you at a frat party and is hungry for revenge.

saw (this fic) and was like damn, i need an extended version of this.

pairing - dom!ethan landry x bully!reader

one shot length, 1.9k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, creampie, mentions of sh, degradation, tara reader and quinn are all bitches, big dick ethan

“Ethan? Please. I bet he’s never even held hands with a girl.” You quipped to Tara when his name aroused in a game of Fuck Marry Kill. Quinn quickly disagreed, “I bet- No, I know he’s packing. Haven’t you seen the outline in his khakis?” You internally bleh-ed at her wandering eyes. “Quinn, you fucking horndog,” you joked, leaning back in your chair and contemplating the original question: Fuck Mary Kill, Chad, Ethan, Frankie. “Fuck Chad, Marry Ethan, Kill that motherfucker Frankie.”

“Swap Ethan and Chad, then agreed,” Quinn said. Suddenly Ethan walked in in the khakis Quinn was talking about earlier, finding his seat in the back of the class. “Speak of the devil,” Tara tsked. “Yo, Ethan,” you called out. His eyes flickered up to meet yours before quickly dropping back down. “C’mon, why the long face? I heard only fans should be back up tonight, and I’m sure the ladies miss you as much you miss them,” you fake pouted. He just rolled his eyes and focused on copying down notes he borrowed from some friends.

“Ethan!” Tara called out to him, only this time he didn’t look up. “Don’t mind y/n, she’s just nervous. She wants to invite you to her party tonight, wants to see this ‘big dick’ everyone’s gassing.” You smirked and found Tara’s comment as a perfect opening. “Yeah, Ethan, that true? That you hide a footlong in your khakis?” You asked him condescendingly, a flush already flooding his cheeks. “Oh, Ethan,” Quinn gasped, grabbing on the sides of her desk to rock it. “It’s too big, I can’t take it,” she moaned artificially.

Ethan slouched in his seat, wanting to be as far as possible from here.

He was though, he slouched in his seat on the couch at the frat party, beer can in hand. He saw you dancing with some of your friends who he’s never seen before, having not seen you since Highschool. Oh would vengeance be sweet.

He waited until you walked into the kitchen for a drink so that he could approach you without distractions. “Y/n l/n,” he said with false surprise, making you turn around with a gasp. He grew taller, his hair was more put together, he was just hotter. “What a surprise,” he smirked. “Footlong!” You smiled, the name stemming from the joke from 12th grade. “Ethan- sorry. Old habits die hard,” you said. “It’s all good just, surprised to see you here,” he spoke.

“You’re taller!” You said awkwardly, gesturing your hands towards his figure. “Yeah, I guess canceling all those only fan subscriptions helped me grow,” he joked self deprecatingly, sadly smiling. You sighed, hating apologizes. “Oh, yeah sorry about all that. It was just a joke,” you said in the most tone deaf way possible. “Hey I mean, at least those were all rumors. It’s not like it came out that I had a threesome with Paul Keene and his cousin and it turned out to be very true.” Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips twisted into a snaky expression.

“Yo what the fuck is your problem?” You asked him as your temper rose. “Just taking a trip down memory lane,” he smirked before taking a sip of his beer, then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You looked at him with utter disgust for his remarks about the past. “Okay, my bad. You have gotten sexier though,” he said, empty hand reaching for your side.

You inched closer, giving into his touch. “Oh yeah?” You asked as you let his feel up your side. “Yeah,” he confirmed before finally landing a grip on your waist, pulling you in close. “You wanna dance?”

You led him to the dance floor to engage in some tipsy dancing. He wasn’t the best, was a little stiff, but you were there to help him out. You grinded on him as his hands rested at your hips. Ethan groaned as he felt his erection slowly growing as your ass rubbed against him.

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing you by your wrist, and you complied to follow him up the stairs. He slammed you against the paneled wall and kissed you hungrily, groaning into your mouth. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a littler turned on by this, your stomach churning.

You slowly slipped your tongue into his mouth, moaning into the kiss as his hands reached to fumble with your tits.

“Fuck,” he said after pulling away, wiping the extra slobber on his face with his palm. He grabbed you by your hand this time, leading you into an empty bedroom, being quick to lock the door.

“So, Footlong,” you started while walking into the room. “We gonna test if the rumors true? And I’m gonna guess you’re a virgin. Sex isn’t the same as porn, and girls aren’t like those cam girls I know you like to watch. Just to let you know.” He grimaced at your words, seeing that you obviously haven’t changed at all.

“Sad to see you haven’t changed,” he said. “Still a bitch,” he said with a smirk. “A sexy bitch,” you said. “According to your words.” Ethan was quick to correct you, “I said you were sexier, not sexy.” Your expression quickly faltered. “God I can’t believe I kissed you. You probably have herpes,” he said while wiping a hand down his face. “I-I don’t-”

“You know I used to burn myself? Almost everyday after school?” He asked, completely shifting the mood. Your face filled with shock, up until now unaware. “Ethan- I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me-” “Cause it was none of your fucking business!” He yelled, making you inch back a bit. “Just like it was none of your fucking business saying those things to me, knowing what I already had going on in my life.” He said, referring to the death of Richie and his father’s coping mechanisms.

“But I know why you’re here, y/n. It’s not because you like me, it’s not because you want to make up, it’s because you’re a fucking loud mouthed whore.” You opened your mouth to deny it, but you just couldn’t.

As he stood he started to unbuckle his pants, letting them drop to his knees. Your eyes grew wide at the visible bulge in his boxers, maybe not 12 inches, but still huge. “What? You need a step by step tutorial?” He asked, eyeing your blank expression. His words made you quickly snap out of it and get down so your knees touched the cold wood.

You tugged his boxers down, allowing his dick to spring out. He shallowly hissed at the cold air. Your mouth watered at the sight, he was perfect. You eagerly took the tip of him, feeling the rumbles of his groans. “That’s it, shut up and take it,” he grunted, slowly thrusting himself deeper into your throat. You rested your hands on his inner thighs and moaned on his length, finding yourself extremely turned on.

“Is this gonna be our secret? Are you gonna be too embarrassed to admit to your friends that you got face fucked by Ethan Landry?” He asked, his thrusts growing more aggressive. Your eyebrows contorted upwards, and with every thrust your mouth made a wet clicking sound.

You continued moaning around him from the pleasure of being used, eyes now glossy and red. Ethan slipped his hand down and pulled his cock out of your mouth, making you sigh from disappointment. “Stick out your tongue,” he softly demanded, and you quickly complied. “That’s a good whore,” he groaned as he jerked himself off over your tongue. You found yourself reaching your tongue up, just for a little taste. “Does the slut want my cum?” He asked, growing close, face completely red. “Yes,” you moaned. “Beg for it.”

You pouted, hungry for his cum. “Please cum for me, Ethan. I want your cum s’bad!” You whimpered out. Ethan threw his head back as he shot his cum directly in your mouth, a little making its way onto your lips. You licked it off your lips sluttily before swallowing all of it. Ethan tilted his head slightly, “Not even a thank you?” He asked, annoyed. “Thank you,” you corrected.

He looked down at you on the floor, eyeing you still in the dress. “Turn around.” After you turned to face away from him, he unzipped your dress to help you take it off, taking his shirt off as well. He hooked your black thong in his fingers and moved them to the side, eyeing your glistening pussy. He spit on it before giving your ass a slap, making you yelp and bounce forward.

“Face down,” he ordered, making you lay your face down on the cool floor. He took his cock and rubbed it up and down your pussy, leading you to whimper. “Please fuck me, Ethan,” you moaned. He slapped your ass again, “Yeah, you want my cock, slut?” You nodded furiously. “Please, need your cock in me,” you whined, pushing your ass back in an attempt to gain more friction.

“Fuck,” he groaned when he slid into you, grabbing a hold of your waist. “Ethan!” You moaned out. Never in a million years would you ever think that Ethan fucking Landry would be stretching you out. “That’s it, take my cock,” he groaned, ego boosting from how much you enjoyed it, from how you whimpered on his dick and clenched around him.

“So big,” you whispered, which he picked up on. “Yeah? You love my big dick stretching you out?” You nodded in response. “Yes, fuck I love your cock, Ethan!”

He got so much pleasure out of watching you submit for him, the girl who tormented him for years just from her words, going dumb on his cock. “Mm, slap my ass again please, it felt s’good,” you slurred out. He smiled and was quick to comply, leaving a red mark on your cheek. “Slut love when I smack her ass?” He asked smugly. “Mhm,” you whimpered.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you struggled to find anything to grab onto, reaching for your discarded dress to scrunch in your hands. “Not gonna say anything bitchy?” He asked, thrusts growing deeper. “Where’d your confidence go? Fuck you’re pathetic,” he smirked. “Pathetic slut who likes getting her pussy ripped apart by absolutely anyone.” You moaned at his words, growing close as tears formed in your eyes.

“So close, Ethan,” you whined, your stomach twisting in the most pleasurable way. “Oh yeah? Beg for it,” he grunted, slamming into you harder. “Fuck- please let me cum Ethan, your cock feels s’good,” you begged, cunt squeezing his length so tight. “That’s a good fucking whore, cum on my cock,” he groaned. You released all over him, squirting for the first time.

The liquid spurted onto his thighs and the floor, making you feel somewhat humiliated. He continued to fuck you, having not came yet. You screamed from the overstimulation, moaning uncontrollably. “Fuck, oh fuck. Ethann,” you whined as he chased his own high.

“Fuck!” He groaned with one final slam, filling your cunt with his thick cum. He was quick to pull out and watch his cum slowly drip out of your pussy. “Come taste yourself,” he said. You shifted around and bent over to suck his dick, covered in a mix of yours and his cum. He cursed under his breath as you overstimulated his cock, grabbing your head and pushing you down on his length, throwing his head back, groaning as you deepthroated him. Then he lifted your head up to see your fucked out face, wet with sweat. “Be useful and open your legs.”

[avatarmerida]

Hey fellow losers I’m back with more beta huntlow fluff. I know I’ve written some Paulina/William stuff before but this is based on the most recent even more beta huntlow we got from the leaked show bible. So we’ve gone from awkward little prince and fumbling quirky girl to feral witch hunter and equally feral creepy plant girl and I also love them too so hope ya like it 💛💚

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“And if the water boils here how do all the plants live?” William asked, balancing on the fence along Paulina’s garden as she did some maintenance and planted some new seeds they had found in the forest. She never tired of answering his many questions about the demon realm, especially about the flora and fauna.

“The same way they do in the human realm I suppose,” she said with a small shrug. “I think the stems here have more coating than the plants you’ve seen, but a lot of plants close up during the rain to protect their petals.”

“Interesting,” he said, jumping down to look at her work closer. “How do you persuade the ones with teeth not to bite you?”

“I just keep them well feed, they don’t nip unless they’re hungry or scared,” she said. “But feeding them the food that helps keep their teeth healthy is tricky because it smells kinda gross.”

“They can smell it?”

“They sure can.”

“Fascinating,” he marveled, looking at them closer to see if he could understand how.

“Can I ask you a question?” Paulina asked, wiping some stray dirt from her glasses.

“Of course you may,” replied William, sitting on the ground beside her.

“Why are you still so upset with Luz?” She asked, changing topics. She saw his body language shift.

“I think it’s very clear why,” he said softly.

“You know she didn’t wake you up early on purpose,” she said gently. “She’s really a very nice person, and she genuinely thought she was helping you. Is there anything she can do to prove she’s sorry?”

“I’m not upset that she woke me from my slumber, I'm upset that she was able to,” sighed William, hugging his knees.

“What do you mean? Do you not want to be here?” Paulina asked, hoping it wasn’t the case. Selfishly, she liked having him around.

“When it happened… my uncle told me I’d awaken to a better world. That the suffering and confusion I was around would be gone. That I’d be awoken gently by my…”

“By who?”

“… by my true love.” He said under his breath, almost as though he was embarrassed to utter the words.

“Oh, so you think that Luz is your-.”

“Ew! Bleh, no!” He exclaimed in disgust. “Er, sorry that was rude. No, no I don’t think that. But I think she able to awaken me the way she did because I don’t have a true love.”

“Oh,” Paulina breathed, seeing the genuine hurt slip though the cracks as he tried to keep his lip from trembling. She ventured this was the first time he had said the sentiment aloud. “Or maybe the spell just wore off.”

“Or maybe it just gave up,” he said with a hurt chuckle. “I mean, it makes sense; maidens didn’t favor me before, why would they ever start now? I was better off sleeping forever, giving the world some peace.”

“William, don't say that,” she said, taking his hand. He didn’t flinch at her dirt covered hands.

“It’s true, is it not?” He sighed, focusing on her knuckles decorated with grass stains and tiny scars from the thorns she did not fear. “I cause you nothing but trouble despite you showing me nothing but kindness.”

“Well technically I did threaten to feed you to my plant,” she reminded him. It was certainly a unique first impression.

“Twas for my own good,” he said. “Plus knowing you as I do now, I know it was merely a jest to teach me a lesson. You are kind and patient and I’m just a nuisance.”

“No you’re not!” She insisted. “Okay, well maybe a little at first, but you’ve changed! You’re still learning and adapting, growth doesn’t happen all at once overnight.” She gestured to her garden as proof, a mixture of progress and color. “Love is the same way, ya know. Usually you have to get to know someone first before you label them as your ‘true love.’” She carefully plucked a vibrant yellow flower and placed it behind his ear.

“So… you don’t believe in love at first sight?” He asked timidly as she went back to her gardening.

He remembered when he first saw her, how there was a rosey spotlight around her like a halo. How time slowed down so he could soak in every detail of her beauty, memorize her voice and her movements before reality set back in and with it brought a new breed of confusion. He didn’t know better, but upon reflection the whole ordeal felt like what the poetry he had read in secret during his studies labeled as the phenomenon of love at first sight. His eyes had not seen such a thing before and ever since.

“Hmmm, not really?” Paulina pondered. “I think it’s different for everyone, but I also don’t think I’d want to marry someone I don’t know who kissed me while I was sleeping.”

“That is a fair point,” William chuckled, leaning over to help her make another hole in the ground for her next round of seeds. “You’re correct, as usual.”

“Exactly, and I’m also correct when I say if you want to fall in love then you will,” said Paulina. “You just have to give it time, it’s not something you can force.”

“You know… much about love then?”

“I mean, my dads really love each other but they didn’t get married the second they met,” she said. “They got to know each other first and they didn’t meet the way they thought they’d meet their spouse. Everyone’s story is different.”

“But it’s also possible that some of us aren’t meant to have a story.”

She couldn’t deny that, but she refused to accept a world where a boy who seemed to cherish love so much wasn’t meant to have it. “Maybe she was able to wake you because she was meant to introduce you to your true love.”

“Perhaps,” he said, his mind fully focusing on how she had been the first person Luz had introduced him to. He couldn’t complain about that logic.

“It also might help if you had a crush first,” added Paulina, carefully pressing the dirt back into the ground as though tucking it into bed.

“Like a duel?”

“Oh well, a crush is like… what comes before someone is your true love,” she tried to explain without divulging how complicated they could truly get. “Like, having positive feelings about someone, and wanting to spend time with them without, like, getting married after a few days. Just like thinking of them romantically.”

“I think I may… have formed this crush.”

“Oh! On who?” She asked with enthusiasm that made him quiet. Paulson wore her heart on her sleeve, but he had trouble expressing anything that was not deeply rooted in fact. Or at least, the facts he had been feed. A few moments ago he didn’t have the words to describe his feelings let alone validation their were sinful. He didn’t know the proper way to share them.

“Wel… um…”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” said Paulina quickly, sensing the answer was hard for him to bring forth. “I didn’t consider it could be someone from your original time. I’m sorry if that was too forward, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“And… not wanting to share it doesn’t make it wrong?” William asked.

“Of course not,” she assured him. “You’re allowed to have secrets, and if you want to tell me eventually that’s fine too; you decide when and if you’re ready. I mean, I’ve had tons of crushes on very different people but sometimes they’re just something small, ya know? Sometimes they take awhile to figure out and sometimes they go away on their own, each one is different.”

“Has there ever been one you weren’t able to escape?”

“Well, I don’t know if I would word it like that,” she chuckled. “Having a crush is supposed to be fun, it’s exciting. And sometimes scary, but that also makes it fun. Like a rollercoaster.”

“A roller… coaster?”

“Oh yeah I forgot,” she giggled. “I’ll have to show you one.”

“A… crush?”

“No a rollercoaster,” she said.

“Ah, haha yes of course,” he laughed nervously, painfully aware that he could not seem to stop. “So w-what does one do if they don’t wish to have the crush dissolved?”

“Well I guess you could ask the person you have a crush on to go on a date with you.”

“And a date is like… a courtship, yes? I would seek to woo them?”

She giggled. “Yes, you would seek to woo them.”

He didn’t know what he said that was so humorous but he’d say it everyday for the rest of his life it meant getting to hear her laugh like that.

“Ah, well then. That’s another obstacle, as I know not the way to do so,” he said with a slight frown. “Especially in this foreign, modern land I feel that any outing I plan would not be up to her standards.”

Paulina’s ears perked, her first suspicion dashed as William made it clear the person he liked was someone he had met since he had awakened, which meant it was more than likely that she knew the person as well.

She wondered how well she knew them.

“I mean, like you said I still have much to learn about this world and this time,” he sighed. “But regardless, I’m still myself and I can’t help but feel as though someone discovering I have this crush for them would be most unwanted.”

“I don’t think so,” said Paulina. “I think they’ll think it’s sweet.”

“Surely you jest,” he scoffed. “You’re kind to spare my feelings but I’m sure if this person was aware of my thoughts regarding them they’d be repulsed and uncomfortable.”

“Well I’m sure they’d be perfectly fine with it,” she insisted. “After getting to know you these last few months I can tell you’re actually really sweet, even if you don’t think so. Give yourself more credit.”

“Oh so if I were to tell you I fancy you and wish to spend my days with you, you wouldn’t find it revolting?” He asked as though it was the most comical thing he could imagine.

“No.”

“Oh.” He said, surprised at how quickly and confidently she replied. He cleared his throat and dared to continue. “S-so if I were to say that I would consider it an honor to hold your hand and escort you anywhere you wish to go, you wouldn’t find it inappropriate?”

“No.”

“A-and if I told you you have the most captivating, soft eyes I’ve ever seen and that they make precious jewels envious you would be… okay with that?”

“Um…” Paulina found herself speechless, struck by his words like they were an arrow destined for her very heart.

“Oh yes of course that sentiment is made of cheese, as you might say.” He laughed, slightly embarrassed. “I should have realized my attempts at poetry were novice at best. I apologize if the example was offensive, I should have-.”

“No, no it was very nice!” she said quickly, not wanting to prevent him from saying such lovely things. “It was a beautiful thought, Will. I think anyone would like to hear that.”

“Truly? Uh, well thank you,” he said, unable to hide the blush that danced across his freckles. “Eh, but I’m sure you hear things such as that daily from your suitors.”

“My suitors?” She repeated with a snort. “Oof, now that’s a good one.”

But William did not find it humorous. “I’m sorry, I’m confused.”

“Well let’s just say when other witches my age notice me it’s usually not for the best reasons,” she said. “Most of them think I’m weird or creepy.”

“My apologies again, I’m still getting accustomed to the colloquialisms of this time, do those terms mean something different now?”

“No, I’m pretty sure they mean the same thing now as they did back then,” she said with a small smile, secretly recalling how when they first met William had a similar impression of her, though in fairness it was more about the witch aspect than her specifically. She wondered when exactly that had changed. “I’ve never been very popular. In fact, after Amity stopped talking to me and until I met Augustus most of my closest friends were plants.”

“Well perhaps it is because those plants have the sense to appreciate being in the presence of a rose.”

It was her turn to blush now. “Well, aren’t you the secret romantic?” She giggled, impressed with how quickly he had provided the response. They sat in silence a moment as William realized he hadn’t complimented her hypothetically this time and that something in her tone had shifted. As much as Paulina was willing to try and spare his feelings, he knew she would not lead him astray in this manner. She would not lie to him about this, but did that mean her words applied to her?

“Miss Park… I have a favor of sorts to ask of you,” he began, taking a deep breath.

“Of course,” she said, and he was taken back by how quickly she had agreed. She didn’t even ask what was in it for her benefit, like he was worthy of her assistance without any bribery.

“I will admit I know little of the courtship rituals from my time and even less about the present ones and I was hoping that you would be willing to help… educate me.”

“Oh yeah?” She said with a smirk, scooting closer to him. “How so?”

He could feel his hands get sweatier under his gloves. “Well, would I perchance be able to take you on an outing I believe suitable for expressing such… feelings,” he said as he cleared his throat as though the word made him dizzy. “And you advise me on if it was a suitable choice? I can compensate you for your time, I’ve been saving the snails I’ve acquired in exchange for my sewing and tailoring skills. We can have a grand collection of treats!”

“That sounds really nice,” said Paulina, adoring the way his full smile was on display and she could see the gap in his teeth without him shying away, too caught up in his own hypothetical excitement. “I would love to go out with you William.”

“Okay, wonderful,” he managed to squeak, and his eyes lit up in a way Paulina had never seen before. “I will uh I shall make all the arrangements! What day favors your schedule?”

“I’m fine with whatever day works best for you.”

“The sooner the better!” He exclaimed, louder than he intended to. He swiftly adjusted his volume. “I-I just mean for research purposes. I look forward to the learning aspect of the evening, heh.”

“I’m excited too,” she said and he couldn’t control the wide grin that consumed his whole face. She began to pat down the dirt to help support the budding bulb she had been keeping an eye on, ready to bloom any day now. “Do you think at the end you might be ready to tell me who you have a crush on?”

“I think that if everything goes as planned… I will be. Yes.”

[snexy-the-snail]

Lazy blurb

“You’re an absolute guppy.” Triton murmurs, Percy rolling his eyes at the jab. “Guppy this, guppy that, you forget I’m not half fish like you so bleh.” He responds, shoving against the soft flesh pressing against him. He had gotten more used to this than he liked to admit. It had taken some time to get used to, but half the time he swore Triton sought him out specifically for this. “I'm not half anything, I am a God, and I look how I wish.” 

Percy crosses his arms, allowing the glowing organ to move him in a rocking motion. Despite everything it was...oddly calming. The stomach wasn’t overly warm, but it was enough that he felt comfortable, and there was liquid in there as well. He didn’t exactly want to think about exactly what he was breathing but it soothed his lungs, so he wasn’t going to complain.  

“And anyway, this is getting old, I can protect myself.” At least he could for the most part here. It was just actual sea monsters that had some weird vendetta against him. Which was a lot. He closes his eyes when the light brightens slightly, groaning in frustration. “Mhm, as you did against the kraken.” Triton responds, Percy could practically feel the sass in the god’s tone, kicking at a stomach fold in retaliation.  

The Kraken had caught him off guard, and besides it wasn’t like Triton could always use that. “It got you too, don’t even try that. I know dad took it out.” He whines crossing his arms. “Father helped yes, but I was fine by myself.” 

There was a pause, Triton tensing up slightly, the muscles around him clenching tightly. “Hey? What’s wrong?” Percy asks, squirming within the tight confines of the stomach. Everything was getting brighter too, which was mildly concerning. “Triton? What’s going on, is there- do you have to fight? Let me out.” He shifts, his hands trying to search upwards. Everything felt like it was falling, and the flesh tightened more around him, making him wheeze in surprise, the off feeling of being upside down and weightless making him kick his feet out of reflex. “Triton!” he screams, his nerves feeling like lightning under his skin. Something was attacking his brother, and he couldn't do anything. He couldn’t fight, or taunt or even be a lookout. “I’m fine Percy.” Triton responds, sounding a tad annoyed, the muscles around him relaxing. He felt off, like he was floating more than usual.  

“What the FUCK was that.” He hisses out, his hands flittering around the grooves in the stomach, pressing out. It was so terrifying being practically blind to the world outside, and that was starting to fuel the fire. “That was Father deciding I too needed to be held.” Triton grumbles, the movement becoming more disorienting for a moment as Triton probably righted himself. Then Poseidon spoke, only Percy had no idea what the god said, he sure as Hades felt it thought. The rumbling was like a storm, vibrating him to the core. He covers his ears out of reflex, his heart rapidly pumping. “What the fuck.” His voice shaky as he tried to process what the utter hell was going on.  

“Ah, I apologize. Father is not...exactly in his mortal form as of now.” At least Triton had the decency to sound sympathy. This whole thing was freaking Percy out. He thought he’d burn up in the presence of a god in their divine form... That's one thing that always stuck with him, no matter what. “How am I not sand right now?” He asks weakly, relieved when he felt a pressure against him, pressing into the touch with a slight whine.  

There was another deep rumble as their dad no doubt said something but he was more focused on Triton. Focusing on the rush of the salt water into the gods lungs, the steady studding of his heart, and hell even the stomach noises were becoming a comfort. “He’s alright, I’m careful- I did try to warn you.” Triton murmurs, Percy leaning further into the gentle rubbing his brother was providing. “Father didn’t mean to frighten you; he was unaware you were tucked away.”  

“He ate you- he ATE oh...he ate me too- he double ate.” Percy cuts off curling into the stomach walls. This was a lot. The whole eating thing had been a surprise to begin with, but the fact that he was in two gods was absolutely insane. He swallows thickly, wincing when more rumbling vibrated the space he was in only...it sounded...vaguely familiar. It wasn’t really- was this a song? It sounded like a song, the words were extended.  

Soon Triton started as well, the words sounding more like words. He slowly uncurls, taking a shaking breath in as he forced on the sounds. It was...a different language, that was for sure, and he could make out a few words. The rumbling with the actual words was actually...comforting.  

“...Alright...alright...it’s fine. I'm okay.” He mumbles after a feel verses, resting more comfortably. He was still safe, he was just...more safe. He sits up more, bringing his legs to his chest. “Just a bit...overwhelming?”  

[skellymom]

“Who Delt It?” 

The THIRD Bad Batch Comedy One Shot in the ONE SHIT SERIES!

To read #2 in the series:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740278235151106049/bombs-away?source=share

Background: Five people on a small ship with one bathroom. Need I say more?

Word count: 392 words

Warning: Farts, stinky humor, pretty tame stuff for Tumblr

“Well, I’m ready for a nap!” Echo leaned back in the co-pilot's seat and closed his eyes. 

“Likewise. Unfortunately, the Marauder won’t fly herself.” Tech sipped his caf enthusiastically, firing up the ship to take off. 

The Batch had just finished a mission on an Outer Rim planet and made friends with the locals there. The locals insisted they share a huge cauldron of stew the community ate together... 

...unfortunately, it ran through EVERYONE in the squad by varying degrees and resulted in some...flatulence. 

“OOF! WHAT THE KRIFF??? WRECKER!!!” Echo screwed up his face in utter disgust. 

“HEEYY, it wasn’t ME!”  

“You ALWAYS state that Wrecker. Whomever smelt it is NOT definitive proof of whomever delt it.” Tech pinched his nose while speaking, his voice sounding comical with a partially obstructed airway. 

Echo frantically waved the offending vapors away, “BLEH!” More dramatic facial expressions. 

Wrecker sat angrily, arms crossed, sulking he had been wrongly blamed. 

At that moment Hunter emerged from the fresher, clearly not “privy” to the current conversation, “You know lads, I...” He stopped DEAD, sniffed, coughed, choked, eyes starting to water. “WHAT THE SUN BAKED BANTHA TURD IS THAT???” 

“Wrecker farted!” Echo fanned his face and grimaced. 

“No... cough...can’t be...cough. Doesn’t have the same smell. Undertones are ALL wrong.” Hunter now had his “Tracker Face” on trying to discern the source of the stench. 

“What! You can IDENTIFY people’s farts by their SMELL???” Echo was incredulous. 

Tech interjected “Of course. Hunter IS known for his enhanced sense of smell. That is how Crosshair became LEGENDARY for his flatulence. He earned the ‘Silent But Deadly” moniker. No matter what mission we were on, or who we served with: The 212th, 501st, Coruscant Guard, or any other. Hunter never failed to pick out Crosshair with a shipload of Republic ration eating clones.” 

Hunter chuckled, “Got to be a game for Crosshair after awhile. Silently drop one and watch all the Regs get mad at each other for stinking the place up. He was proud of it really...but Crosshair ain’t here.” Hunter turned to look at the offending party. 

Everyone else turned to face Omega, silently sitting next to Wrecker hand over her nose and mouth. 

“SORRY!” She yelled embarrassingly, jumped off the chair, ran to the refresher, and slammed the door. 

Wrecker threw up his hands, “GEEZ! I CAN’T CATCH A BREAK WITH YOU GUYS!!!” 

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[blackstarchanx3new]

Would you say Link is obsessed with Dark or the other way around? 👉👈

Their relationship is...INTERESTING and I'm really excited to explore it down the line.

My current idea for them is thus:

Dark Link for sure is fascinated with the pieces that make up Link, his colors. but when it comes to Link himself he's very...Bleh about it. XD

He's looked through his memories and is interested in him enough but Dark was in a way made to break Link apart. (Been through this in the comic but drawing the four sword was kind of meant to keep Link split obviously that's not how it panned out in the story but Dark prefers Link split as like, a subconscious thing due to that.) He likes toying with Link at his core, loves to analyze him, to mimic him. Even if that's not something he realizes he's doing. He's a twisted reflection of Link.

Dark spent 7 years as a mindless curse around Link being miserable so Dark just kind of associates Link with sadness and misery. Dark is a deeply depressed individual to begin with. He reflects Link's depression, laziness as well as isolation, his utter desperation for contact and love. Because he's someone who's constantly seeking a high to keep himself happy (Or in most cases manic), when faced with someone like Link he feels very "bored" by him.

Link on the other hand...

He can't quite fathom his life without Dark Link's influence anymore and craves to be close to him. NEEDS IT. He spent 7 years with it.

He's desperate for contact as he got isolated from everyone. And Dark Link is literally tied to him. Unlike Shadow who could leave whenever. And I think that level of security that Dark is essentially trapped with him brings him a level of peace.

I would for sure describe them as codependent. Dark Link is being kept alive by Link's life. And Link feels like he needs Dark to survive.

I think who is more vocally obsessive it'd be Link while Dark is a lot more subconsciously drawn to Link but is less invested in Link the individual as a person. Which may or may not change.

But yeah they're just my lil guys.

[waitmyturtles]

Dead Friend Forever: I managed to catch up in time to watch the finale, and here are my immediate, uneducated, "holy shit" thoughts

First off: I acknowledge I am an utter interloper on this tag, having written exactly zero meta words about this mostly great show. Second: everything I know about slashers comes from my childhood memories of "Scream," and my recent conversations with the lovelies @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm. So I'm not an expert here. Thirdly! I was inspired in part by them to watch this, and also by the friendies who jumped into comments on my recent KinnPorsche liveblog watches for my Old GMMTV Challenge project. I've been waiting these past few weeks to finish Dead Friend Forever before putting pen to paper on my KP rewatch thoughts, because I thought Be On Cloud did something fabulously experimental with DFF as its second major serial drama.

Anyway: all of this is to say that now that DFF is over, in the near future, I'm gonna write a bunch on KP and a bit more on DFF -- but I want to offer just some quick wandering thoughts on DFF now.

I think like many of y'all, I found the tone of the last PheeJin moments to be discordant with the tenor of the rest of the finale episode. The way I'm calculating this, as I'm sure many of you are, is that I think there was a commentary on fate and Buddhist purgatory, particularly with New/Tan being able to hear from a thankful Non one more time before New's passing. New suffers, it seems to me, the least painful death, and I think that was in part Non’s doing.

In order to conclude the tone on PheeJin, I do wish that we would have seen a flashback back to PheeJin at the house. I guess we’d assume that Phee and Jin never regained their consciousness, that the antidote didn’t work, and that their cyclical fate would be returning back to the lakeshore, only to be haunted by Non again. While it seems to me that Tee, in whatever realm of fate they ended up in, got his appropriate ending — I don’t think that the PheeJin cyclical ending at the lakeshore assigned enough “blame” of fate to either of them, especially Jin. I know @lurkingshan notes that that’s a nod to the need to appease any hopes of surviving ships, and I agree with that assessment. But also — god, BLEH, they sucked, we were left with PheeJin?! JIN??? My boy White, my bubbala, he’s the good one that got really in-your-face off-ed? Wah. (But I do see and understand why White needed to die, to make Tee’s residual fate the utter living hell he deserves.)

Like I said: on a more macro note, I’m gonna have thoughts about DFF, Be On Cloud, and KP in the coming days, because I just like that BOC is dabbling with some experimental writing while allowing solid acting to really shine. (And I compare that to what’s happening at Idol Factory and the recent writing miss that was The Sign.) I wish the ending wasn’t as milquetoast as it was, but BOC still traffics in BLs, and I guess they felt they needed to throw the fans some kind of BL bone (huh huh).

But overall? I am REALLY GLAD I watched this, and it absolutely belongs on the OGMMTVC syllabus. This was incredibly new for the Thai BL genre, and I gotta give BOC — AND ESPECIALLY BARCODE AND TA, WOW — their flowers for taking Thai BL into this new direction. For the most part of this run, I had a great time with this show, as brutal as the content was.

[vashsmunch]

Being enough NSFW

Millions Knives x Transmasc! Reader (MINORS DNI!)

Synopsis: post trimax knives and you have some quality talk before fucking LMAO Warnings: 2.1k words, hurt/comfort (that's all i write), extremely subby knives, pre-op reader, body dysmorphia, self worth issues, plant pussy WOOO, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pretty bitch knives A/N: okay im ngl, i had a really hard time trying to figure out how to write this LMAO. it was initially a birthday gift for my friend but i had never written transmasc stuff before, so i struggled in how to make it not feel like just fem reader stuff. i think i did alright though! transmasc people deserve more love <3 i also kind of missed knives (bleh), and i enjoy the thought of post trimax him having a crushing amount of guilt. hope yall like it ^^

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───  

“Nervous, huh?"

You blew into Nai's ear, and he flinched, leaning away from you. "Not... necessarily."

Sitting back on your heels, you cocked your head at him. He was lying, that much was clear. His eyes were purposely avoiding yours, and he was as stiff as a board. Sure, this was... new, but that didn't explain why he was acting so evasive. Did he not want this? Your fingers instinctively fiddled with the blankets on the bed you two were on, trying to ease your own nerves that were starting to stir up. Dark thoughts ran past your mind as the silence grew even more heavy. Maybe... no. You wouldn't start with that.

You hesitated before leaning forward to take his hand, making sure to not tighten your grip too much. Your voice was quiet as you murmured to him, trying to be calm for both of your sakes. "Hey, I know that this is your first time, but it's gonna be okay. You can back out anytime you want, and I promise I'll be slow. Unless.. there's something else you want to talk about?"

There was another long pause before Nai sighed heavily, turning his body to face yours but still looking down. He tightened his grip around your hand, and you noted that his own was trembling. "It's hard for me to explain."

"I'm smarter than you think. Try me."

His thumb pressed against the flesh of your knuckle, his leg starting to bounce a bit. "This is something I want, something I desire. That's not something I want you to doubt, nor is it something I've ever had second thoughts about," You breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he said this. At least it wasn't what you were dreading. "The issue lies more in whether... I deserve it."

Frowning, you leaned forward to put your face in front of his, your hand raised to cup his cheek. "Hey, hey, none of that. I wouldn't be here if you didn't, I don't fuck people just for shits and giggles, ya know."

Your joke made his lips curl into a tiny smile, but there was still something there that you knew he wasn't telling you about. Thumb brushing against his cheek, you gave him a soft kiss. "I'm not gonna do anything unless you're fully transparent with me. I don't want you to regret this. Please Nai, what's wrong?" 

"I just..." His voice quivered as he whispered against your lips. "Are you not frightened? Are you not aggrieved? The people I hurt... friends of yours that I may have killed... do you not mourn for them? Is this truly something that you want with me, of all people? I will never be able to take that away from you, no matter how many years go by or how many apologies I utter. There will always be the knowledge of knowing you're with a murderer, and I would rather you be happy than drag you down to the hell I've built myself."

A pang rang out in your heart as he finished, and you couldn't help but feel so utterly destroyed. Here you were, thinking he was having regrets about being with someone like you while he was still grieving the suffering his actions caused. You were quiet, trying to think of an appropriate response. 

Finally, you spoke up. "I'm not going to discount the lives of people who were hurt. But I won't ignore the hell you went through either. You were just a child when you saw Tesla, Nai, and people grieve in different ways. This doesn't excuse what you did, but I can understand. Please know I will never hold this against you, nor will I resent you for it. You're trying to repent, and that's what matters," You saw tears well up in his eyes and you gently wiped at them before continuing. "You deserve to feel loved as much as anyone else, and I do love you. I love you so much, Nai, that it aches every time I think of you. The way you treat me, and the softness I see in our interactions, I know you're doing your best. Let me love you, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to make you understand this. I know it's hard, but I'm asking you to trust me. Can you do that? For me?"

He finally met your gaze and salty streams started to flow down his cheeks as he nodded. You moved to hug him, and he clutched at you, crying silently. Rubbing his back, you continued to coo and assure him, your own eyes brimming with liquid. He truly was a tortured soul, and you couldn't blame him. Eventually, you pulled back a bit and smiled at him. "Now, are you going to let me fuck you or not?"

A soft chuckle left his lips as he closed the distance again, kissing you. You helped him remove his sweater and pants, having him lay down on the bed. As your fingers grazed down the length of his muscular stomach, he reached down to grasp your hand. You looked up at him quizzically and saw his cheeks flushed a faint pink. "I must warn you, dove. There might be a bit of shock when you see what's there. I'm not... normal. At least in terms of anatomy humans usually have."

"Do you have something I can eat out?" His mouth dropped open at the vulgarity of your question, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Then I'll be fine. I promise, Nai. If anything, I'll probably be fascinated. Strange genitals don't even compare to the fact that you can manifest literal knives." It wasn't like you had the place to judge, considering your own body. 

With that in mind, your fingers absentmindedly traced the dips of his stomach, wondering how to approach this next part. Eventually, you managed to speak up, voice cracking a bit as you looked down. "You're not the only one who's had doubts about this. But I have... for different reasons," Nai didn't say a word, making you rush to fill the empty air with explanation. "You know I'm not biologically male. We talked about it a bit before, but I never really went into detail; mostly because I didn't know how to continue with the topic. But it's made me wonder if you'd prefer to... I don't know. Be with someone who has the means to please you? In a way I just can't." 

You bit your lip, knowing it wasn't just about that. There were often times when you felt.. unfinished. Impure would be a better word. Especially when you were with someone like Nai, someone who literally embodied the definition of a fallen angel. He was beautiful in a way that was so inhuman, that it made you wonder if he was truly happy being with someone that happened to be far from the definition of perfect. At least in terms of standard bodily expectations. 

Nai's hand came to take you in his palm, tilting your head up to his gaze. His face was riddled with guilt, and it made your heart ache. It was your last wish to make him feel bad for anything, especially with your own foolish little worries. He came to press his forehead against yours, his words in a low whisper. "I've witnessed many things in my years of living. I've seen looks of distress and heard cries of horror, many of which were caused by my hand. There are few things that I would consider to be dear to me, as I thought I wasn't capable of feeling such things," A small smile graced his face as he thumbed at your cheek, trying to comfort you with sadness in his eyes. "But you... you are everything I don't deserve and something I refuse to lose. I've spent so long looking for something to fill the void that was left in my heart after witnessing the death of my sister. And I finally found it. I regret all I've done thus far, but I would do it again if it led me to you once more. Please believe me when I say you mean the world to me, and I've seen the world. Nothing could compare to the beauty you are."

You weren't going to cry. You weren't. Fuck you were crying.

Swiping furiously at your eyes, you laughed softly. "You really know how to make someone feel good about themselves, you know that?"

"I simply said what was in my heart. And you are my heart."

With a loud sniff, you looked back at him with a playfully agitated face. "Can I fuck you now or are we going to stay here and bawl our eyes out until dehydration?" He chuckled as a soft pink graced the tips of his ears, finally letting go of you. With a comforting squeeze of his hip, you waited for him to nod his consent before coming back down to his crotch and tugging down his underwear. 

...

Petals? You tilted your head a bit, examining closer. Yeah, petals. Reaching out hesitantly, you gently stroked the length of what seemed to be a flower twisted up on itself, and you heard him let out a quiet hiss. Soft-hued PLANT marks lined the length of his thighs and pelvis, his anatomy resembling a pussy more than what a guy usually had. If you remember correctly, the petals would be covering what was the pistil.  The more you touched him, little tendrils of what you would assume to be the stamens crept their way from the opening as the petals parted themselves. They wrapped around your wrist but made no move to stop you as you encouraged the petals to reveal more.

"H-hah... Wait...!" Nai cried out as you slid your fingers up and down the outside of his hole, lathering them in fluid. His eyes fluttered shut, his breathing becoming more and more labored. You looked up at him, encouraging him to stop you if needed, but all he offered was a pathetically submissive look through half-lidded eyes. Taking this as an incentive, you continued to explore him, growing increasingly curious about the swollen nub that sat prettily nestled between his folds. It must be the PLANT version of a clit.

You took the bud between your fingers and gave it a gentle pinch, and Nai bucked his hips up into your touch, whimpering. "S-sensitive!" There was something so salaciously intriguing about seeing the usually composed man become undone, so you continued. Rolling and caressing his clit whilst bringing your other hand to prod at his entrance before sinking a finger into him. He let out a soft whine as his body tensed up, pleasure visibly coursing throughout him as he came from the pressure alone. You coaxed him through it, pumping your finger in and out until he was writhing around and begging you to stop. 

Nai's voice was weak and strained, calling your name out in broken chants. You didn't though, knowing that if he truly wanted to, he could forcibly make you stop. Seeing as he didn't, you kept fucking him, eventually adding another finger whilst curling them against his puffy, slick walls. You felt around, paying attention to each arch of his back and twitch of his body, making sure to adjust your ministrations in turn. Tears started to build up in his eyes as he shamelessly humped your fingers, seeming to relish in the lewd wet sounds his cunt was making. He was so beautiful like this, it wasn't hard to believe he was a PLANT. Especially when his glyphs gradually appeared on his skin, pulsing with a soft light in time with each of his moans. He was ethereal in every sense in the world, and you were breaking him to his very core. 

Nai cried pathetic little pleas as you felt his walls clench around your fingers even tighter, growing close to his second high. "Please... please I- I can't-!" 

You hushed him, coming up to kiss him softly as you kept hitting all the places that had him melting into your touch. You rubbed harshly against his clit, your lip curling into a smile. "You can." He wailed, his hands scrambling to find something to clutch onto as he came again, his body spasming as his patterned skin glowed brighter, almost blinding you with the way they lit up the room.

Finally easing up, you gingerly pulled your hand away from his dripping hole, fascinated by the glittery cum that enveloped your fingers. You scissored your them open and closed, becoming acutely aware of Nai still recovering from his intense orgasm. His chest was collapsing in on itself, arm draped over his face as he panted hard. You gently pulled it away from his eyes, having him meet your gaze. A tilt of your head and a laugh left your lips as you caressed his cheek. "See? Not that bad, now was it?"

He spent a few long moments catching his breath before he smiled back weakly. "You'll be the death of me, dear." 

[gyuswhore]

it’s the karina requester again from before 🤭 i really really loved the karina fic and it’s been on my mind for a while 😵‍💫 if the drabble game is still ongoing then could you do another fic of her confessing to fem!reader? just overall really fluffy please? 🫶 (it doesn’t have to be a part two to the other one but it would be nice 😔)

hiii im so happy you liked that one, hope you enjoy this one just the same <3

this can be read as a standalone, but I continued it from the first ask!

also im really sorry I took my sweet time with this, I've been vv distracted lately :(((

lawyer!karina x femlawyer!reader

masterlist

part 1 | part 2

***

You aren't entirely sure why you agreed to this considering you can barely utter a sentence around her. But alas, you sit in front of her at a restaurant table, trying not to stare for too long.

It was jarring when she had asked you to dinner, to what seemed like a casual meal between co-workers, but one that you accepted without thinking.

"Have you opened the Maher files yet?" you ask quietly, trying to fill in the silence.

"Let's not talk about work here, that's bleh" she responds, placing a bit of meat in your plate, "try that it's really good"

You slowly pick up your utensils and bring it to you mouth, giving her a nod of approval as you chewed.

"Did you finish painting that wall in your living room yet?" she asks out of the blue.

You didn't know she remembered that.

"Uh, yeah I did. Had to get some help though, but it finished up pretty nice"

"Why didn't you ask me? I love painting walls, it's so therapeutic" she exclaims.

"Oh", you respond, "I didn't know. I need to repaint the lobby too actually-"

"Perfect", she cuts you off, "don't ask anyone else. I'll help you"

Before you can refute she starts again, "Do you wanna get ice cream after this? I know such a good place down the road. They're family owned too, their stuff is the best"

The smile she has on her face as she rambles about her favourite ice cream place is enough to make you heart swoon for the 20th time that night. She was so effortless, and it was enough to have you doing cartwheels.

"Sure"

After Karina was satisfied with your stuffing of food, drinks and dessert, she proposed a walk in the nearby park.

"It's mostly empty around this time. No annoying children, I promise"

And so you oblige, once again, because god forbid you ever say no to anything this girl says.

"There's a reason I asked to hang out with you tonight" she starts, halting her steps as you do the same to face her.

Your heart sank.

Oh.

This wasn't because she wanted to get closer. This was for a favour.

"I need to talk to you about something, and it's kinda serious." she continues.

"I'm not sure if this is out of the blue or not but, I was kind of hoping you'd realise and maybe say something"

She stops for a minute, and looks up from her shoes.

You had no idea where this was going.

"I really like you, Y/n"

[bonefall]

Gosh thinking about this, sometimes i wonder just how many characters the Erins missed out on making black and white. What i mean is, not all characters have to be kind to their family deep down while still rude to the outside. Not all need to regret their choices or be influenced by some deep tragedy. Maybe, just maybe, some characters would genuinely take dominance and ambition over family. Maybe some characters would actually take adventage of any people they have extended their olive branch to. Leopardstar could be written as somebody who KNOWS she has done wrong, WANTS to change, but never does. Because that's how she is, and there is NO redemption in the end.

A beautifully tragic character, who never changes, is written as being weighed down by their mistakes but choosing to carry them all their life. Because changing their attitude would mean the end of the world for them.

Blackstar, i'm also looking at you here. And you, Clear Sky.

Any characters you think should also be like this?

Clear Sky is the biggest one. So many of DOTC's problems would just not exist if it wasn't building towards its utter failure of a redemption arc. He's a fantastic villain, a complete bastard, and it makes a much better story if Gray Wing's story is supposed to be realizing that he is enabling a tyrant.

But him aside... surprisingly, Thornclaw. He was a Dark Forest trainee. They keep using him as a low-stakes antagonist. He's always had motive as one of the more "traditionalist" members of ThunderClan. Thornclaw makes a great villain... but they won't let the fan favorite 1st arc patrol guy be the bad boy he could be.

All of the Dark Forest Trainee survivors, really! Damn shame that so many of them died!! I'll argue that MOST of them should have survived, and more of them should have been Breezepelts who fought to the end.

I feel similarly about every cat who's ever really been an antagonist, because they have a weird problem about just... never addressing the horrible actions of smaller characters. Crowfeather looks at Breezepelt nicely and suddenly he's fixed. Blossomfall never confronts her hatred towards her mom and sister. Bumblestripe was just a major supportive antagonist in TBC and we're not talking about that in ASC.

And like... I LOVE redemption arcs. Don't misunderstand me. I would be satisfied if all of those last three HAD redemption arcs. But like... we didn't. Breezepelt hits me particularly hard honestly. I hate the fact that Crowfeather abused him but then was able to have a mild epiphany and suddenly poof! All Breeze's own agency in his choices is gone. My shitty dad's sort-of apology filled me with redemption.

Bleh. More Clanborn villains, basically. Less Evil Foreigners who come out of nowhere.

[izunias-meme-hole]

One Villainous Scene - Love Fading Into The Bleck

Considering this this month is around the same time as Valentines day, I chose to focus on a villain that was created from love, a loss of love to be exact. Said villain comes from Super Paper Mario, and if you've played this game, you know exactly who I'm talking about. If not then allow me to explain the story of Count Bleck.

When the player first meets Bleck, he's presented to be as dangerous as he appears, being a ghastly figure with a white top hat, a white cape, a monocle, a glowing red eye, and a glowing mouth. He also wants to destroy the universe using a book called the Dark Prognosticus, and a destructive power born of a false love, known as the Chaos Heart. While he certainly has menace and a big goal, he comes off as slightly hammy due to a little speech quirk, like bro goes "BLEH HEH HEH BLEEECK" and talks about himself in the third person sometimes. In other words on the surface he seems like just another fun yet terrifying one-shot villain that these Mario RPG's like making. I mean just look at him.

However as the game progresses, through both the main story and the 7 memories of someone called "Lord Blumiere", we pick up some very interesting information on our big bad. Blumire is a member of the Tribe of Darkness who fell off a cliff and got nursed back to health by a human named Timpani. The two fell in love and they were seemingly inseparable, though their fates ended up being one big Romeo and Juliet level of tragedy, with Blumire's father wiping Timpani's memory and cursing her, and Blumire searches endlessly for her after his father told him that "she no longer resides in this world".

When we end up looking at the seventh memory Blumire ends up believing that Timpani is permanently gone, and decides to go to an extreme. He goes to obtain the Dark Prognosticus. His father makes an attempt to stop him, but Blumire responds to him with a few simple words.

"I do not care, Father! A world without her is empty. A LIFE without her is empty."

Blumire makes his stance obvious to his father. He's given up on life, not just his own life, but on all life. Timpani was his world, and as far as he believes, she's gone, so he might as well bring an end to it all. As the nihilistic Blumiere opens up the Dark Prognosticus he utters a laugh that is all too familiar to the player before its prophecy and declaring that he will wipe every inch of the worlds. His father once again pleads for his son to stop, but Blumiere says this...

"Blumiere is no more! I am Count Bleck! And no one shall stand in my way! BLEH HEH HEH HEH! BLECK!"

Count Bleck was Lord Blumiere. Count Bleck, the entity who wants to commit mass omnicide, was a man who found true love and it ended in tragedy thanks to forces outside of his control. And to honestly make matters worse, Timpani was implied to have been the original form of the pixl, Tippi, meaning that while she may not have been dead and just didn't remember him until they met again in World 6, it just means that Bleck set into action a prohecy that ends in mass omnicide for nothing. The mere idea of loosing the one he loved more than anything, set him on this path, and as we reach the finale we see him acknowledge that how massively he screwed up, and encourages Mario, a hesitant Tippi, and the rest of the party to kill him if they want to save everything, until Dimentio decides to hijack the finale as the final boss using the Chaos Heart.

So yeah, Count Bleck everyone. (Apologies if this seems half-assed, my ass is getting kicked in college due to an essay that's due on tuesday)

[crying-fantasies]

Killing me Softly with his song (4)

Masterlist

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4: Bite and cry | part 5

CW: blood, consumption of food (as in meat, insects, human, etc), body horror, depiction of bodies and corpses, vomiting, slight impression of starving.

The first time it happened Soundwave was worried, being as gentle as he could when he took the little larvae from Mayhem's servos, looking directly with a frowning visor to the rangers and you, giving one another food, eating these creatures.

Since a long time ago Soundwave accepted the fact of your need to consume other living beings in order to survive, he did it when your presence in his life was almost a must and didn't mind it when you finally touched his spark, but seeing his sparkling putting the carcass of a processed creature in his intake is where he paints the red line, taking a little cube of energon and putting it in his child's intake instead, getting a little of struggling against his actions when Mayhem tried to escape it but accepting anyway like the good sparkling he was and drinking all.

"It's just good ol' boiled weevil larvae" one man tells him while eating the little thing in amusement, you doing the same, trying to inform him and prevent any fear from it doing any harm to the sparkling, "tastes like deep fried pork-"

Soundwave's "Do not feed Mayhem unnecessary materials" was his way of informing and making your newfound friends almost jump by the fear of finally hearing Soundwave speak after so many years of knowing him.

The second time it happened Mayhem was with the cassettes, Rumble and Frenzy, maybe it wasn't the best idea but it was indeed funny, going around any little human settlement and spend time there, if the settlement was far and secluded then they would go with their holoforms and see around, when they go to the cities they just go along with it, but now they had a sparkling with them, bound to attract attention and that's what Mayhem did when he escaped their watch, a kind woman in a street food stall gave him warm food when she noticed he was alone and hungry, not caring that Mayhem was a bot when she noticed how desperate he was for some food, not even sure if he could eat it but pleased when the little guy started to eat like a starved man.

The twins found the sparkling when he was already finishing his chichinga, saying thanks and paying what he eat with shanix, maybe giving more than it really was needed but in a hurry to take the kid to any clinic, blessing the allspark for finding Soundwave's child in one piece, not uttering a word to him about what happened or the fact that Mayhem could eat human food when the sparkling was as good as new days after it.

The third time it happened Mayhem was what you called "maybe 10 or 11?", when Soundwave was with his son and Laserbeak while on patrol in a sector where the dry season got harder, Mayhem looked at the horizon, where a little body of water was being infected by the rotting corpse of a hyena, an animal that perished by the hard environment of the year, Soundwave looked how his son took the body of the animal and put it in another place, maybe then others could consume what little water was there, then Laserbeak shouted "Stop!", scared, Soundwave froze, almost terrified, when Mayhem put a piece of the rotting meat on his intake before he could do something, the casette impacted his whole body with the sparkling's faceplate to stop him but it was already too late, Mayhem swallowed the thing before making a face, Laserbeak taking his helm in his wings only to notice the strange expression on Mayhem.

"Bleh, it's horrible"

"Why did you do it then?!"

"It smelled funny!"

Mayhem puked the meat and all the energon he had all night long in some weird rainbow colored goo.

"How come that this didn't happen before?"

"Before?"

"Frenzy, you fragging idiot!"

"Explain: Before"

"Boss, it was an accident, wait, no, no, don't look at me like that!"

At that point Soundwave was worried, finally getting the information from the twins on what happened years ago.

"It can't be that bad" you told him, when Mayhem finally stopped his bizarre display, "he is supposed to have organic traits too"

As it's normal, you could feel the desperation behind your husband's visor, his worry going deep on the protected optics underneath, "any one, even a bot, can get a stomachache when eating something rotted, 'Wave" you took his index and middle in your hands, making him feel secure in your words and own understanding of organics being one, "He will grow out of this soon"

And Mayhem did, not wanting to eat anything that was organic for a while, taking his fill of energon at his hours much to Soundwave's delight, staying away from human's settlements and cities, also showing that he did go behind yours and Soundwave's back to eat organic food in every city on every country when you moved for Soundwave's work, now almost running away when the smell of organic food was near.

From time to time Mayhem acted a little more slow, almost dizzy, zoning out occasionally, but no medic found out what it was, only taking it for stress and telling him to take more energon.

It was all good, Mayhem had what you called "maybe sweet fifteen" and he was with Soundwave again in a patrol that took a turn to the worst when Ratbat found what they were searching for.

Humanity can be good or bad, sometimes both, just like his people, Soundwave learned that a long time ago, and he thought so again hearing the profanities said and cries of the staff in charge of the stolen buffalos of a national reserve when he got them where he found the headless bodies of some animals.

They still had hope the rest were alive.

It took a little moment, one when Soundwave was more concerned with searching for the poachers than centring on his son, more focused in his thirst for vengeance over other things, letting himself be dragged by his feelings, that has always been his downfall.

When he found the poachers camping zone, he found the skulls of the animals, he found many others and also some alive, cowering away, scared by something, he didn't find any human around and if he looked with more detail he could've realized that he wasn't the only cybertronian there, only noticing a track of blood that was dragged to the forest.

Nothing could've prepared Soundwave for the fourth time he found his son eating organic matter, or the fact that, what Mayhem had in his intake at that moment was the torso of a human, many other human bodies scattered around with missing parts, blood painting his armor and derma.

Mayhem, in his starving state, could only stop ingesting the meat in the ribs when Soundwave stopped him with all his might while shouting his name, stopping his son from continue such deviant act.

No one said a word, returning home when he could clean the mess, leaving the matter as closed when you greeted them, saying how sorry you were that things didn't go as planned while putting a hand on the side of your son's helm in an affectionate display.

Mayhem cried while hugging you, and Soundwave didn't say a word, if only he flinched a little while his EM field displayed how uneasy he felt by his son actions, you would never know, for sure, but Buzzsaw made a strange sound at your side, you just took it like they had a really bad day.

You weren't wrong.

[shut-up-rabert]

You fucking piece of propagandist shit…..

So I has this muslim propaganda channel in my recommendation (I literally watch videos from Sham Sharma Show youtube the fuck is wrong with you?) called Smile 2 Jannah and he had a video about molestation relating to holi 🤡 So original, amirite?

(I’d suggest watching the stupid video before going into the rant for being able to understand what in the bullshit is written below here)

First of all brother in Christ no one is asking you to play, are they? It is good to raise issues, yes, but if you are a propaganda channel earning from polarising a group of induviduals via one sided narrative, it does put your intentions under skepticism. Hmmmmmm.

Intro (dhakan)

Now, for his first point:

India’s ruling party blah blah blah, RSS blah blah blah, Hindutva blah blah blah main gadhe ka bacha hun blah blah blah

How. Does. Molestation. On. Holi. Relate. To. Fucking. Central. Government.?.

IT HAS BEEN A THING UNDER VARIOUS PM’S TENURES OHMYGOD-

Do you honestly think that once voting was completed on that fateful afternoon of May 2014 these perverts rose from the earth or something😭 bhaiya thode restarted ho kya?

Sounds ridiculous, right? My thoughts exactly while hearing you utter those goddamn words.

Next, he shows a clip of said molestation. Those of you who know me already understand my stance on this, but lets get into this when he does. Now, onto this idiot’s next segment:

Story of holi (haan bhai tu bata hume tujhe zyaada pata hai)

Hiranyakashyap yada yada yada holika yada yada yada Holika Dahan blu bleh flu fleh

First of all, my dear friend. We don’t celebrate holi faag due to those reasons— that would be holi dahan, it precedes Holi faag aka the day you are covering in this video by one whole day. Great research 👍🏼

Holi Fāg is celebrated because Lord Krishna and his friends used to pluck flowers of early spring, extract colour from them via pestling and smear it on each other as a childish game. Completely harmless, no? Unless you have issues about teenage boys and girls playing around or something XD

And lets not end it here, my man has some

✨interesting✨

opinions about Holika Dahan aswell

Holika was manipulated into burning her own nephew alive, poor woman🥺

Same level of intellect as “Ravan was just a good brother who wanted to exploit a married woman totally against her wishes for his sis’s perverseness UwU”

Holika has nowhere been mentioned to be manipulated. If anything, the texts say that she was willing for it to happen. Imagine trying to defend a literal demon who was trying to burn her own nephew alive, for fuck’s sake my man…

now, onto the story of powder (sorta disclaimer: I’m writing the points while watching the video myself, so if there’s inconsistencies and incidents of me jumping the gun, I’m surry ;-;) This is a believed story aswell, true, but the reason he chose this one over the flowers one is veryyy clear; its easy to propagate :D

Krishna liked Radha, skin colour diffrences, maiyya Yashoda, Oh my Him he’s doing rAcIsM—

First of all, his original form isn’t even black; he’s actually blue. Blue of the Sky, he is described as. He incarnates in various shades from dusky to midnight dark to sky blue to green to milky white. Why? Because all the shades are same to him. We literally have gods who are called Bhadra Kāli (beautiful black woman), Krishnā (her with a dusky tone), Shyam Sundar (Black skinned in handsome) , Sundar Sanvaro ( Handsome and Dusky) but of COURSE our gods are doing racism. No propaganda here guys, none whatsoever

(there was no need for this pic here but y’all LOOK AT VASUKI T-T)

One thing he IS surprisingly right about is how colonisation had an effect on our perception of beauty, because ancient Indian texts are all praises about Krishna’s own beauty, going to the lengths of showing that he was so beautiful that he stole the maternal affection from his playmates mothers aswell. So no, he wasn’t sending any wrong messages by acting as an oblivious child because colourism wasn’t an issue back then.

Second of all, The story is incorrect. He did not “long” for Radha. They were literal little children in this one, unlike the other one where they are teens. This is just childish curiousity at play, about tall and short, about fair and dark, about this and that. We literally have a renowned lullaby about this, where Krishna is curiously asking his Mother why him and Radha are two different shades and she lovingly gives creative answers about the same.

What he was doing was, he wanted to play with Radha, but was afraid she would not play with him because they look “different” (NOT because he thought his skin was inferior to hers, he literally chose that skin) so Maiyya Yashoda told him to play with coulours so they are all the same shade (neither dark nor fair, just plain colourful). This man is so shameless he’s glossing over everything just to degrade us. Imagine being so fucking insecure that you need to actively bring other religions down to feel devotes. You don’t need youtube my man, you need Jesus.

…..He literally degraded christianity RIGHT after I said Jesus. How is he so fucking vindictive? Jesus wasn’t black OR white, he was *drumroll please* Brown! My man Yeshua was from Nazareth, he wasn’t technically black. Do you want him to have Vitiligo to prove that he doesn’t chose one colour over the other?

Christian Jesus isn’t white: Western Jesus is. African Christians have portrait of him as a black man, Chinese scriptures show him of Asian features. And while you may like to think its problematic, I think its beautiful and Jesus wouldn’t even mind people of that time interpreting him such to be close to him. Humans are spiteful PoS, Gods are not! Imagine personifying your own Prophet because you are just that hateful.

Like I already pointed out, that’s not it my man. Refer to the points above the Jesus rant. Trying to twist things won’t work here, maybe you think you can put words in God’s mouth but all we see is an audacious piece of crap trying his best to change a narrative we are well versed in and attached to for his own interests.

The reason he knew she “liked” (as much as you can “like” someone in a childish way) him back was because their minds were connected. They knew each other’s thoughts and feelings. Why? Because she is his soulmate. She is Krishna’s other half, she is Goddess Laxmi in a human form, The wife and eternal Love of Lord Vishnu, who is the one incarnated as Krishna.

And was this a grown man touching a grown woman? No, it wasn’t. It was a kid playing with another kid, think a little boy throwing water balloons on a little girl. He never touched her inappropriately even in their teens, when they were actually in love with each other. Them not having had a sexual relationship is one of there core factors that strengthens their bond as lovers.

See how he doesn’t even mention the second story aka the one I mentioned in the Fāg segment? Yeah, me too.

And while we are at it, can we please talk about how (not so) subtely he is trying to degrade our Gods here? Accusing someone people worship as Supreme of racism by hiding facts, questioning what kind of message he is sending to a population that does not even practice the said religion, saying stuff like ‘quote unquote God’, accusing someone’s God of sexual harrasment (this is a new low guys) . Yeah, we see your motives here asshole.

Your genuine curiosity on stuff you think is not cut out for you or is questionable is welcome, your passive agressive comments on someone people worship are not. You do not follow the said God, Your subscribers don’t follow him, we who do are not running a cult here either. What is your position to discuss someone else’s God in a humanising way where you put him in a position akin to humans? Having a one sided dictate based on half assed reasearch , furthered with nitpicking of negatives and adding your own “thoughts” on it to make it sound bad, and putting your personally motivated views to a biased audience is very much crossing the line of civil. Fuck off already.

Now, back to what my man has to say:

Where Holi went wrong

according to Smarty Pants McAllknowing here, the Japanese girl incident is reflective of what Shree Krishna was upto. Is it? We know its not, but is the audience that he is trying to not so softly influence aware? Nope.

Molestation and Roadside Romeos causing chaos on holi are common occurences. People get gropped, harrassed, and has even resulted in crimes like rape and death. There’s a fine line between being playful in a way that is enjoyable and being a nuisance, and people with malicious intents are likely to cross it on purpose. Most of us were playing with our family and friends and having fun instead of going out of our way to bother strangers, that’s basic decency on any given day and Holi doesn’t change that for most of us ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ So majority of us celebrate it like any other festival, given with a lot more excitement and carefreeness, but that too is constricted to our peers.

Also, lets make one thing clear shall we: people with bad intentions don’t just ‘pop-up’ on occassions, they are actively looking for a loop to be perverts without consequences.

It is not that Holi was created to give perverts ammo, it is that holi is being used as a shield by people who are generally deviants aswell. It is an issue amongst the Hindu community and trying to make us the perpetrators as a whole in our own personal matter which we are trying to solve is not only intrusive, its disrespectful aswell.

You think people are fine and good all 364 days and decide to become hornie motherfuckers just when holi is around the corner?? Its the fucking perverts, not Holi and other Hindus playing. No, and trying to defame holi which again 95% of us play normally without all that gropping is nothing short of an attempt to defame the festival.

There are women who have reported being raped while on Pilgrimages (including Hajj, highlighting for my self righteous friend here), does that make the pilgrimage spot evil? Huh?

Now, going on to what happened to those women. Its bad, and those people deserve to be punished by the law because of outraging a woman’s modesty. But tell me with a straight face that the rest if is who were just having fun with our family are responsible, or all of us collectively playing holi are responsible?

Reminds me of this honestly:

Same with the muslim woman being attacked, its shameful that these perverts would go to such lengths, and again deserve to be locked up, but your accusations at the government controlling news is so ridiculous its laughable.

The government would have done a better job hiding its cracks at Farmer’s protests and Hijab issues now, would they have not? They would have censored The Hindu, whose head is a member of communist party, TOI and IE. And what is the point in leaving NDTV up there who would give you more fuel for your accusations if you only look? The government has many active critics, and a lot of anti hindu media exists, but sure, we are controlling XD

Lynchings are harmful and are should be condemned, so I feel reluctant questioning you here, even though your intentions of bringing lynching in a video not even related to it is peculiar, to say the least. Why did you suddenly go off the tangent to tackle crimes against muslims in a video regarding Hindu festivals? Everything we do and have is connected to Islam on such mind bending rationales it doesn’t even surprise me anymore.

……..The beef being talked about is BUFFALO BEEF?! LMFAOOOO this guy isn’t even trying to hide his agenda anymore😭😭😭 jaa bhai, galti meri hi hai

Connecting it with Islam AGAIN? Man, this guy’s victim complexion is strong, yikes.

They are not allowed to grope or touch us non consensually. Infact, Shree Krishna whom you so conviniently insulted killed a man because he said illicit words about his best friend who was a woman. The said Woman also resulted in a kingdom’s fall because she was manhandled by the princes. Furthermore, in his previous incarnation Krishna killed a demon who had tried to molest his wife. If you think that anyone can grope us and not get slapped into the stars, then you have no clue what our scriptures teach us to be like.

Look, I respect your religions ways of treating women as sacred or pure or what it is that you guys believe in (and totally disrespect your ways of trying to glorify your religion in a video that is already degrading another one), but that’s where we vary. If an educated Hindu man saw me extending my hand for a greeting, he would take it. Why? Because I am an equal. I’m just another human if I’m not a woman he is platonically or romantically related to. In the ancient days we all folded our hands and greeted from afar, now we shake hands when meeting professionally. I like it this way, you like it yours, how about not try to patronise us?

Me trying to find where this sudden hype of Islam is coming from in a video not even related to it:

Okay, that accusation about hindu men fondling people left right and centre? Aren’t you inflating things a bit a lot? Is it too much to ask you to stop speaking over us??

Everything was (still kinda) well and good up until you decided to drag hinduism again. Why did God allow Holi? To celebrate with your family like Diwali and Navratri? We don’t go out bothering strangers on other two and Holi was specifically being played between Krishna and his friends? No one outside was being bothered.

Also, if you really need to toot your religion’s horn by a (biased) comparison with someone else’s, then believe me when I say that your faith in God isn’t half as strong as you like to think, since you need a catalyst that requires you too be a shit person. We never asked what your religion is like, we don’t even care, that’s your personal matter. Why try to grab our attention by falsely accusing what we believe in and force us to form a negative opinion on you? Who do you think you are, to drag my gods into this?

Also, is it just me or does it seem like this guys is talking about women but not to them? Its like he hasn’t addressed women in this video even once and thinks men are the primary ones concerned with issues like groping and how women are to be touched or not. He is literally using women as a bait without really bringing our psychology regarding all this into play. Am I the only one who finds it concerning?

Islam is practical— DID I FUCKING ASK?? NO, BECAUSE I DON’T FUCKING CARE! IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HOLI OMG—

This guy has his head so far up his ass, he can’t stop talking about things he thinks make him superior. I swear to God, don’t feel surprised if he makes a video about why guys with (whatever was his first tricycle) fucking stomp over others who grew up with “girl bikes”.

I know its not my place to say it, but I just wanna bust this guy’s bubble so I’m sorry to any muslim reading it: Its the fastest growing religion because it has the highest birth rate, and conversion for sake of marriage. And about his point regarding women converting, Not saying that there aren’t those who genuinely do and good for them, but whose gonna tell him about the dark stuff happening here💀 A part of me thinks he already knows but thinks its wonderful.

So yeah, that was all from this asshole. I hope this white bearded man baby grows up and learns to reach God with his chosen path, without requiring to bring others down. All in all, my last words to this guys are:

[slinket]

Tangible

@spaceyaceface

I picked prompt 24 'how can I be the boy you dream about.'

This is my first time writing fanfiction ever, I have no idea what I'm doing, and just wanted to go for it. Turned out much longer than I expected. Not easy writing this entirety on my phone while on a cruise vacation either lol.

Tangible. 

Ominis x MC (Amy)

No warnings. 

I stood at the entrance of the great hall, taking a moment to scan the tables and find the smiling faces of my friends. When I spotted my fellow Hufflepuffs, I started over to sit across from Poppy and Adelaide, greeting them while pulling a pancake onto my plate. 

"Amy, we were just talking about you!" Adelaide exclaimed while passing me the syrup.

"It's barely 8am, what could I have possibly done already?" My smile flickered at my own teasing. 

Poppy snickered, "Well, more like Duncan Hobhouse was talking about you.

Now the smile fully sank.  I sighed and shoved a bite of the pancakes into my mouth.

"Bleh," I said as I was chewing. Adding after swallowing, "that was in reference to Duncan, not the pancakes." All three of us girls giggled at that. 

"I just don't understand it, how can Duncan be afraid of plants and puffskiens, but he feels completely comfortable asking me for a date?"

"Well that's simple enough, sweetheart," Sebastian stated as he and Ominis sat down, one on each side of me, "unlike puffskeins, you don't bite."

"I'll bite!" I scoffed.

Ominis took the opportunity to retort, "Ahh, but will you stick your tongue up his nose?". 

"You got me there". We all laughed. 

The conversation continued, easing from one topic to another, avoiding any more talk of Duncan. Not only did I want to stop thinking about his unending interest in me, but I also knew too much Duncan would have Ominis seeing red.  I could understand the dislike, but the utter abhorrence Ominis felt towards Duncan was a little much. 

As breakfast was coming to an end, Ominis held his hand out to me, indicating that it was time to head to class.  

"I would be delighted for you to escort me to my napping area" he teased.

I grabbed his hand, relishing the way our fingers intertwined, always greedy for any contact.

"I believe the rest of the school calls it History of Magic." I laughed as we stood, nodding at my friends in farewell. 

History of Magic was my favorite class. Ominis and I have always shared a desk, and I had learned so much over the past couple of years. Intormation like how long I could continue holding his hand after we sat down.  The current record being 30 minutes. Which hand Ominis would usually lean against as he fell asleep (it was his left).  How I could tell he was dreaming when his lips would raise into a slight smile.  Oh, the absolute best part of class was always when Ominis would catch himself slipping off of his hands and would grab on to me to steady himself.  It didn't happen often, so I made sure to grab back at his arm to support him when it did occur. 

We arrived and I smirked at Ominis who was settling down for his nap. He was still holding my hand as he lifted it up to his mouth, pressing his lips tenderly against my knuckles. I made a noise or surprise, and Ominis turned his head towards me.

"I needed something nice to think about before falling asleep, too much talk of Duncan today and I do not wish to dream about him." I laughed at his explanation. 

Class continued, and Ominis fell into his usual pattern of slipping off into sleep. He has a habit of tapping his fingers against the desk when he would awaken. I would watch his pale and lengthy fingers tap with no apparent pattern. 

"Ominis, why do you always tap after you wake up?  I can't ever remember a time that youve skipped that action"

"Oh, it is because of my blindness. When I wake up, often it can still feel like a dream because I see nothing different. Tapping, touching something tangible will ground me, lets me know that things are real, that I am real.". He paused for a moment. "I…does that make sense?  I've never explained it to anyone before."

" I understand the feeling, though the context may be different. After everything with Ranrok, life didn't seem real to me. I would go through the motions while feeling that I might as well be a character from a story, that everything I was to do had already been written. No choices, no surprises, no real life.  Actually, you are one of the reasons I was able to leave those feelings behind."

Ominis hummed in question as he tried to make eye contact with me, furrowing his brow. 

I giggled, "Your sarcastic demeanor, the way you really pay attention and listen, the way you make me feel…it brought me back to life."

I was leaning closer to him, feeling that if there was ever a moment for Ominis to be convinced with words to kiss me, it would be now. I licked my lips as I watched him move closer, and then heard Ominis groan as we both heard my name called.  My head fell back in annoyance.  

"Duncan, how are you?" I asked him with a polite smile. He may be a bit annoying, but I didn't have any real reason to be rude.  Yes, he continuously asked me out, but he was a gentleman about it, never being pushy or overbearing. A simple no and he would be on his way, placated for a while.

"Amy, I am glad I ran into you, I wanted to see if you would be interested in joining me to Hogsmede, to, uh, talk or uh, spend time together."

Ominis smacked his hand on the desk and growled. "Get a clue Dunkein, she's not interested." 

I watched as Ominis stormed off. I sighed, and turned back to Duncan. 

"I'm sorry Duncan, while I don't appreciate his attitude, Ominis is correct. I'm not interested."

I watched Duncan slouch in defeat, "Amy, please, how can I be the man you dream about?"

He looked so sad. And I felt guilty, but still found an answer slipping from my mouth. "Ominis. You'd have to be Ominis." While I said it in a whisper, I was still surprised I said it at all. Duncan's eyes opened wide as I lowered my head and pushed past him. 

Weeks passed.  I continued the little game with Ominis, where we both seemed to reach out to each other for more, but then pulled back, confused and worried of what would happen, of what the other would think.  I was trying to be more bold, at least, I honestly didn't think I could be more obvious without physically throwing myself at Ominis. I often wondered if his blindness affected other parts of his perception as well.  Duncan continued to inquire with me to spend time together, and I always welcomed him to spend time with me and my friends, but no to any alone time. 

A day came where I found myself in the library with my usual study group, Sebastian, Ominis, and Poppy. When going to sit at our usual table, Sebastian and Poppy raced to sit to ensure Ominis and I sat next to each other.  We were preparing for a history test. 

"Amy, do you have notes on Grimbald Weft?". Poppy asked.

I ruffled through my parchment, "Eh, it seems not." I gave her an apologetic look.

Ominis turned his head quickly towards me and asked "How could you not have the notes?  I know I sleep through class, but you don't.  I don't remember you missing any class!"

"Oh, I didn't miss a class, I just must have um" I bit my lip and glanced back and forth between the three of them. Ominis looked concerned, while Poppy had a growing smile and Sebastian was trying not to laugh. "I.. I must have dozed for a moment. You were sleeping Ominis, there is no way you would know not if I had also fallen asleep." 

Poppy winked at me.  She knew the notes were missing because I was busy counting the freckles on the face of the boy next to me. That I may have been thinking about how good it would feel to run my fingers through his hair as he slept. Or, as I started to blush, thinking about other things that pass through teenage hormonal minds. Whatever the reason, Binns might as well have been speaking in an unknown language. I didn't pick up anything he said. 

"So Amy, when are you going to take your relationship with Duncan to the next level?"

I looked at Sebastian in confusion. "What do you mean?

"She has no relationship with Dunkien, and unless the next level would involve her shoving him off a bridge and forcing him down, there is no where for him to go."  Ominis was always adamant that nothing between Duncan and myself would ever happen.

Sebastian looked at me again, "I mean, when are you taking your relationship with "Dunkien" to the next level?"

Obviously, Ominis couldn't see that Sebastian had put quotes around Duncan's name. Poppy gave him a smack on the arm before laughing, and I am sure I flushed red. 

Ominis stood up suddenly and put his face towards Sebastian.  "I just told you that there is nothing going on between those two, leave it alone Swallow.  

I stood slightly and put my hand on Ominis's shoulder, gently pushing him back into the chair. I left my hand there and rubbed his back a bit before telling him that I could live with Sebastian's teasing. Ominis gave me a concerned look, and feeling daring, I leaned close to whisper in his ear.  "Sometimes it's fun to be teased."  

I hadn't realized how close I had been that my lips had actually been brushing against his ear, but the look on his face after I pulled back was both breathtaking and heartbreaking at the same time. Red color rising over him, showing me his clear embarrassment, eyebrows looking to scowl, but lips twitching into a half smile. 

"I best be off, I've a letter to write and send out before the end of the day.". With that, Ominis abruptly left.

"I will kill you, Sallow!" I said with anger, but my face gave away that I did find the situation comical. 

"I can't help it that you're so clearly in love with a blind boy.  Maybe in an act of jealous rage Ominis will grab you into a kiss!" 

"I think it's more likely that he would grab Duncan into a fight."

Poppy nodded and agreed with me.  "Ominis is probably just too nervous or too much of a gentleman to ask."

"Well he is stupid then. Sometimes you have to just go for it.  Or, you could go for it yourself Amy.  In fact, I'm going to just go for it."  And with that, Sebastian stood up, grabbed Poppy by the face and kissed her hard.  "You're beautiful and I absolutely adore you."  Sebastian took off quickly, while I stared at Poppy in shock, and she seemed stuck with her mouth slightly parted and eyes wide and wild. 

"Did you..has he ever said anything about liking you?" I exclaimed, as I really was at a loss of words.

Poppy coming out of her shock, turned to me, "did that just happen?"

"It happened"

"Wow." We laughed as we packed up our things and headed out. 

I immediately ran off to the undercroft to see if Sebastian or Ominis were there.  I was lucky to find them both, overhearing a bit before they noticed me. 

"...so I kissed her.  Sometimes Ominis you just have to go for it, nerves be damned."

"Well I'm so happy for your relationship advice Sebastian, unfortunately I find it hard to believe that you just kissed Poppy at random."

"He did, I saw it." I said, walking over to them. "Sebastian, I didn't even know you were interested in her… you are interested in her, yes?  If you kissed her just to prove some point I will kill you."

"It can be a little bit of both yah?  I proved a point, to you at least, and I got to kiss a beauty.  All around great time for me… was she happy about it?" He asked, suddenly nervous.

I laughed while answering, "yes, she was happy, I think a bit shocked, but happy."

"Perfect, I'm going to go track her down and see if I can kiss her again.  Or do the whole talking about our feelings thing, if we must.". Sebastian waved goodbye and left for the lift.

"He really did that, just no warning, no fear, no vomiting from nerves?"  Ominis asked.

"Well I can't say what he did after he left the room, so I suppose he could have vomited, but otherwise yeah, he just went for it.  I replied. "Maybe he is right, about just going for what you want…". I trailed off, knowing still that I would not have the confidence to kiss Ominis.  

Ominis hummed, before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the undercroft.  "Lets go, my dear, taking bets on how quickly he can mess this up."

Of course the kiss was all we talked about for the next few days. Excited because it happened, but more excited to find out what happens next.  Poppy and Sebastian seemed to be moving forward quickly, already having gone on a date or two.  Talking to Poppy, she told me that the whole thing had been crazy, but she couldn't have been happier, and she encouraged me to make my move on Ominis. I had been considering it. This being our final year at Hogwarts, I always worried in the back of my mind that regardless of how close we were now, after graduation we would go our own ways. That fact alone helped pressure me to do something, because it's a lot harder to say goodbye to a lover than it is a friend. 

It was nearing Valentine's day. I was determined that Ominis would be my boyfriend before that date. Or that it would all fail miserably and I would spend eternity in my dorm alone. 

I was looking for Ominis around the castle, but had a hard time finding him. I did however run into Duncan.

"Amy, Amy," he called, chasing after me. 

I paused with a grown, but trying to be forever pleasent, I put on a smile and turned around.  "Hi Duncan, what can I do for you today?"

"How about that date?"

"Sorry, have to pass.  Oh, have you seen Ominis lately?"

"Actually I have, he was saying something about going to the docks."  Duncan gave me a smile. Then he ran off.  

"Oh, well that's great Duncan, thanks for letting me know, see you later." I slowly turned my direction towards the docks. Bit if a long walk in the cold, but I have my scarf and my confession cannot wait. 

I reached the docks in probably about 45 minutes.  Had to be careful about all the ice. No luck with finding Ominis.

"Damnit!" I yelled out to the water. "Merlin, I just want to tell Ominis that I love him, why are you making this so hard!"

That's when I heard him, "Amy, you..you love me?"

Turning around, Ominis was close behind me. I swallowed and walked up to him.

"Well that certainly made the confessing part of this a lot easier."  I took a breath and leaned in close to him. What do you think? You in?"

He didn't answer. Ominis grabbed onto my robes and pulled me to him. Our lips missed, but I laughed and redirected so we could finally sink into each other. Time seemed to stand still as kiss after kiss went by.  

"Amy, let's head back before we get too cold."

I smiled up at him, Ominis, who I would be calling my boyfriend now.  We linked hands and made our way back up to the castle. Life felt serene.

Soon we approached the top of the hill, and I saw Sebastian there, packing together what I would guess was a snowball.  I shouted at him and waved, and when he looked over, I raised my and Ominis's locked hands.  I had the biggest smile on my face until I watched Sebastian face go from carefree to very, very concerned. 

"Ominis, why do you think Sebastian isn't happy for us? He's been pushing me to open up to you for ages."

"Don't worry about what he thinks Amy, in fact, forget about him. Lets get into the castle another way."

Ominis started walking in another direction, but I pulled him back to me and began dragging him over to where Sebastian had been.  We approached together and I looked again at the angry faces of Sebastian, Poppy, and ….Ominis?

I dropped my Ominis's hand and took a step back.  

"Stupify," I heard Sebastian yell.  My Ominis fell to the ground.  Sebastian and the others came running towards me.

"What the hell is going on?" I wailed, tears about to fall from my eyes. My Ominis had gotten back up, but now was bent over and coughing.  I watched in horror as the Ominis I had so recently confessed my feelings to, and spent a good amount of time making out with, shifted into Duncan Hobhouse.  

I swear at that moment that flames could have been shooting out of my ears. I could not hold back the tears anymore.  "Duncan, what..a polyjuice potion?  You absolute asshole.  I told you that I loved you…well him…Ominis.  We kissed several times!" I retched. 

Hearing a growl, I looked over at Ominis and saw pure rage.  "You kissed her?  You put your scummy lips on this precious gift of a woman?  I'll kill you." The last of his words screamed as he ran at Duncan and tackled him. 

 I felt Poppy come up next to me, wrapping her arm around my waist as a form of comfort.  Ominis was on top of Duncan and smashed his fist into the face of the liar.  Sebastian was doing his best to pull Ominis off of Duncan.

Poppy and I walked over to the boys and I yelled at Ominis to stop while Sebastian went flailing backwards. Ominis sat up ready to attack again, but I rushed forward and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Stop, please. I need him to be able to talk and explain himself." 

I heard a grunt, which I took as an agreement, Ominis stayed on top of Duncan, keeping him held down. 

"How the hell did you get a hold of a polyjuice potion?" I asked Duncan. 

"Heh, Weasley." He replied. 

Ominis pulled Duncan up by his robe and slammed him back down.  "Spill, everything," Ominis snarled. 

"Okay." Duncan leaned up on his elbows and began to explain. "Remember when I asked you how I could be the man you dream about?" I nodded but stayed silent. 

"You told me that I would have to be Ominis. So I was just meeting your demands. I got Garreth to make the potion by trading him some of the giant venomous tentacula leaves I had taken from the hidden herbology basement back in 5th year." 

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "I think you may be misremembering that particular event."

"Anyways," Duncan continued, "Garreth didn't ask questions. Getting some hair from Ominis was easy with how often he falls asleep in public. You wouldn't give me a chance, so I did what I had to do to get that chance."  He smiled up at me, "your lips against mine, simply perfect." 

"Those lips are for me to be kissing, not you, not anyone else." Ominis started as he stood up.  "Get the hell out of here, Dunkein." 

"You guys okay?" Sebastian asked.

Ominis hummed softly, "could Amy and I have some time alone?"

"Of course," Poppy answered.  She grabbed Sebastian's hand and the two of them wandered off together. 

"Ominis, I swear I didn't know.  This was insane - I thought…." I trailed off.

"You dream of me?" Ominis asked.  

I looked down at the ground, feeling the embarrassment of confession creep across my face. "Yes, I do," I said in a whisper. 

"Good." When Ominis said that, I looked back up at him and saw his ears turning red. I felt comforted knowing he was going through the same nervous emotions that I had.

"It was hard enough to convince myself to confess my feelings for you once, now to have to do it all over again, heh, you think it would be easier."  I closed my eyes and took a breath.  "It almost seems harder, considering I just made out with the guy you hate most on this planet."

Ominis put his hand to my cheek, which I leaned into, loving the feel of his cold fingers against my burning skin. 

"Now now my dear, he is only the person I hate most at Hogwarts, the planet contains several people I hold lower than Dunkein."

He felt my cheeks raise in a smile. I placed my hand over his, and slid it over to my lips, kissing his palm lightly.  I could feel the pace of his breathing alter.

"I do love you." I whispered.  

Ominis pressed his forehead against mine.  "Yes, making out with my mortal enemy is an excellent way to say 'I love you.'"  

I lifted my head away with a wide smile on my face ready to teasingly push Ominis away.  When I placed my hands on his shoulders, I heard him breath out the word 'don't,' as though he was afraid I would push him away forever. So instead I moved my arms forward until my hands linked behind his neck.  My eyes closed as I saw him leaning towards me. Our lips met, tentatively, and I remembered that Duncan could not find my lips. Of course Ominis would know exactly where my lips fell on my face, there was no chance he would have missed. 

This kiss was different from the one with Duncan.  It was slow, steady.  Every break was devastating, each nose rub a question asking to go forward.  The slight moans were music to my ears. There was no comparison. Had Ominis and I kissed previously, there is no way Duncan could have fooled me. This kiss with Ominis felt like two souls reconnecting.  

We pulled away after a few moments.  Ominis put one hand on my cheek, the other on my shoulder.  He started tapping his fingers against both.  "Everything ok?" I asked.

"More than okay. It's just that, this is like a dream, so I needed to feel that it was real, that you are real, and that I am fully awake. I need the tangible touches." He kissed me quickly. "I love you."

"You can have all the tangible touches you could ever want."  I kissed him again, and decided to never let go.  

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Natsuno and Keitaro goes on a double date with Tomi and Ogata. Is it a disaster?

Oh my goodness, thank you so much for the ask, anon, and also for being patient 😭😭 this whole month has been bleh, but I've definitely been excited to respond to this 💕 (gonna put my response under the read more due to spoilers)

I love the idea of these four going on a double date!!! You've got the third gen squad + Nenji lol not to mention a) Natsuno and Nenji knew each other growing up and b) apparently Nenji and Keitaro are on a first name basis by the epilogue???? I like to think they all get along and would have a good time.

That said, while I don't think it would be an utter disaster, their double date would ABSOLUTELY be prone to chaos lol

I could see them jumping back into the simulation to do dinner and a movie or something. Tomi picks out the restaurant of choice and Natsuno picks their feature film. The boys just nod and go along with everything. They also probably hang back and admire their ladies from afar as they chat about stuff.

I can also see Tomi being all 👀 and asking Natsuno for dirt on Nenji from when he was a kid, which she gladly dishes out. Tomi also helps Natsuno with teasing Keitaro when he gets A Little Too Polite about something.

Nenji and Tomi bicker at the restaurant when she steals his fries or something hskdjakdhsjx Keitaro fears they'll get kicked out and Natsuno gets them to simmer down lol. They're also the group that sits in the back of the theaters and argues mid-film about who is getting popcorn refills (Keitaro inevitably volunteers). Tomi shoves candy into Nenji's hair when he makes some lewd remark about a busty lady in the film. Keitaro gets SUPER flustered over sharing the same soda with Natsuno (THEY'VE BEEN MARRIED FOREVER AND YET)

it's a solid double date and no one dies!!! Definitely tons of shenanigans to be had tho. Like this is literally the four of them in a nutshell fhakdhkajdks