#looking like a mega hunk.

[aikaterini-drag]

Princess and the King

Pairing: Russian Alpha Bucky x OmegaFem!Reader

Summary: Urged by a bout of jealousy, your Alpha fucks you from behind, his metal arm cradling your waist, his other hand gripping your hair.

Warnings: ‼️ MINORS DON’T INTERACT, omegaverse vibes, Russian endearments, p in v sex, hardcore, knotting, licking, nipping, unprotected sex, cockwarming.

“Like that ‘mega?” Your Alpha panted, his balls slapping against your ass with each primal thrust. His metal arm cradled your belly, feeling where he was fucking you so deeply while his other hand gripped your nape, fingers forking in your hair.

“Alph—mhpp…” your words faded, devoured by his greedy mouth. His tongue delved inside, brushing wetly with your own. “Pl…please—ungh—hhn…"

Trembling palms gripped the hard surface of the table which was shaking precariously. Gasping and gasping, your mouth felt dry and kiss-swollen as he pumped from behind, his thighs splaying your legs wide. Your eyesight was blurry, desire making you hazy. The only thing you could focus on was the feel of him, thick and swollen, buried so deep within you that with each thrust you felt his cockhead kiss your womb.

This sex marathon had started because another Alpha had kept his eyes on you for more than normal. Said 'normal' was 3 seconds. You were shopping at the supermarket, and to add insult to injury, Bucky was standing there beside you when the Beta looked at you. That was all the more reason for Bucky to get bonkers with the puny male who had dared lay his eyes on his omega. Your Alpha was usually good at maintaining his composure but with your heat coming in a few days, he was a little more on edge than usual.

He scared off the Beta male and did not kick his ass because you distracted your Alpha with your touches, finding yourself in this delicious predicament. Shopping forgotten, he all but carried you to your apartment, devouring your lips along the way until he had you all to himself.

Worth, it. So worth it. You loved your Russian Alpha hunk, even more so when he was filled with possessiveness.

“How about you give me a third one, ‘mega?” He hent down, his chest tickling your back, his lips suckling your earlobe.

Right… he’d make you cum two times already, once while licking and fucking you with his fingers, the second on the floor with you riding him, and now, over the table, his fat cock —which seemed to never go down— spearing you again and again.

You were dripping slick, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with each glorious shift of his hips. He knew exactly how to move, how to touch and caress. Your bodies fit perfectly and mated all the more wildly.

“Close, 'mega?” He dragged his teeth over your neck, causing your walls to contract and grip his cock tighter.

Nodding, your eyes shut tightly, a moan leaving your lips.

His voice rumbled through your bedroom, rich with authority. “Look at me, моя принцесса.”

You raised your gaze to meet his, the mating bond thrumming between you, loving yet feral.

"Uhhhn, am close, so close Alpha..." you whined in desperation, unable to formulate words with his insistent fucking and the marks he left against your skin. He was everywhere, lips and teeth nipping, kissing, his hands now cupping your cheeks and splaying them open to gaze at where you were joined.

“Words.” He slapped your asscheeks. “Use them.”

“Need to… pl.. please.. a‐anghh-please, f-f-faster... need to cum!”

His cock twitched from how sweet and needy you sounded, your juices drenching his cock and balls.

With a growl, he urged you backward, tipping your head so it was resting on the curve of his shoulder. You collapsed into him while he fucked you in earnest, his warm hand playing with your sensitive breaths. His metal thumb vibrated against your clit, gathering your slick and then spreading it around your nipples.

Vision blackening, you clenched so hard around him and rode the waves of rapture that seemed to wreck you. The wet sounds of your pussy got vulgar, his husky moans joining in your own. He surged inside you with deep, frantic strokes, while mumbling praises and biting the expanse of your creamy throat and all over the mating bite that marked you as his.

“Mine." Slam. "Mine.” Slam. "Mine."

“Yours. Always.” You dug your nails into his sides and hung on as he fucked and fucked and fucked. Gods, you couldn’t take the wait any longer. You needed him to come, to knot you into oblivion.

When he finally did come, it was an explosion, his cock pulsing and erupting inside you. He fed you ropes and ropes of his Alpha seed-- it was so much it tricked down your thighs even with his knot swelling to full mast and locking you together.

Kisses were peppered on your lips while he purred and whispered words of affection and praise. My pretty princess, always taking me so well, letting me knot your pretty pink pussy and fill your greedy womb. Oh and how right he was. His cock, still throbbing and hard, caressed over all your sensitive spots.

“Feel good, ‘mega?” he asked after the cloud of desire had thinned, his hand cradling your face.

"I'm alright, Alpha."

His heart thundered against your back, just as fast as your own.

Gently he cradled the undersides of your knees and helped you back against him. Trapped on his knot, you could only whine as he lifted you against him and got seated in the nearest chair. His knot tugged at your folds but held your pussy securely. You sat down fully, your tender ass against his pelvis, your legs draped over his thick thighs. Utterly relaxed against him, you particularly enjoyed the way he cupped your breasts and pinched your nipples.

"I'm sorry. " He kissed your lips, his metal hand cool against your breast.

You whimpered and turned your head to meet his ocean eyes. “Hmm, jealousy suits you, Alpha.”

“It's not my fault for wanting to ensure that every bloody male knows his boundaries and keeps their eyes off of you.”

“So possessive. I love that about you,” you murmured, your voice a soft caress.

“Can you blame me, little ‘mega? When every fiber of my being longs to keep you as mine?”

Your lips curled into a playful smile. “I’ll always be yours, Alpha. My heart belongs to you, and you alone.”

“Моя принцесса,” he drawled, his voice a low rumble that made your pussy tighten around his pulsing knot. “Heart of my heart, light of my soul.”

With a loving smile, you reached out to brush your fingers against his unshaven cheek. “Мой король,” you whispered in broken Russian. “My King.”

[malereadermaniac]

So clean you could eat off-a me ~ Kaito Momota x Male Reader

Your bf has just gotten out of the shower word count: 1.4k Cw: food play and armpits Brief Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Lazy Sundays were the best

What made them especially good was the fact that not only was every one of your Sundays lazy, but you got to spend each one with your stupidly hot and cute boyfriend

Kaito and you had lived together for ages now, he improved your daily life by impossible amounts

The purple haired man made you exercise with him, enticing you with the promise of letting you lay under him as he does his push ups

He's quite the cook too - nothing mega fancy, but he's encouraged you to eat healthier food, anythings better than instant noodles constantly

He also looks so sexy cooking for you, he's such a gentleman

Kaito might not seem like a gentleman but he really is one, always making sure you're comfortable and always thinking of you, always putting you before himself

But that didn't mean Kaito wasn't a total idiot, like a fucking goof

Not only was your attractive, lovable boyfriend a little dumb sometimes but he did stupid shit and said stupid shit in the funniest and best possible way

Taking us to the current situation you were in

The hiss of your shared shower could be heard in the background as you laid on your bed playing some random game on your switch

You had already showered, comfortably lying on your bed in some loose, warm clothes - the kind Kaito likes to see you in

You hear the shower stop and listen to the sound of your boyfriend hum some random song

A couple minuets later, your lanky yet muscular boyfriend walks out of the bathroom, steam escaping into your bedroom

He looks fucking Godly, his hair damp and dark, hanging down his forehead

A steaming white towel wrapped around his wide, somehow muscular waist

Yet no matter how thick the towel was, when it came to Kaito, a faint dick-print could always be seen

Kaito was cleanly shaved, his chest and abs, even his arms smoother than butter

The only visible hair on your boyfriend's body was his suggestive happy train - yes, the curtains match the drapes

But when Kaito puts his arms behind his head, he reveals his unshaved pits, a dark purple hue adorning his smooth hair

"Heh- like what you see, sweetcheeks?" Kaito flirts, a smug grin on his face

"Eh I guess so" you tease your hunk of a boyfriend

"Oi!" His face drops into exaggerated upset

You giggle at your boyfriends antics as he lays down next to you, his arms still behind his head

Showing off his gorgeous body, muscular yet lean - his shoulders broad and his pecs plushy

" 'm so clean you could eat off-a me!" He teases, clearly trying to get it on with you in his creative and goofy ways

"Well I'm not going to do that." You firmly say, not even batting an eye to your boyfriend, still focused on your game

In reality, you'd jump on Kaito and eat a 3 course meal off of his body if you could

But you like to seize every possible opportunity of teasing of annoying your lovable boyfriend

"I'm just sayin' ya could!" Kaito continues, leaning his arm on your head, his hairy pit pushing against your face

You decide to indulge your boyfriend, only a little though

You turn off your switch and turn on your stomach to look at Kaito, your head resting on his muscular ribs, his armpit practically in your face

"Well, I'm not going to" you say with a cheeky smile, your hand gently moving to your boyfriend's abs and stroking up and down his torso

"FINE!" Kaito feigns offence, moving his arm down from behind his head

His very muscular arm wrapping around your neck, pushing your head ever so close to his hairy pits, your face plush against your boyfriend's built body

Your hand rests on Kaito's abs as you playfully fight against his grip on you

Kaito moves his hand down to your waist so you take your chance and roll over to sit on his lap

Kaito's eyes widen as he stays lying on your bed while your ass comes into contact with his covered cock

"Fuck baby you're too hot" he mumbles, one of his veiny hands on your fully clothed waist and the other on your ass

Your hands on his naked pecs hold you up, the smile on your face horny yet playful

And as Kaito tries to grind up into you, you hop off of your boyfriend and walk towards the door

"Ah- you're such a tease" Kaito says, a pout on his face as he sulks on the bed

Your chuckle can be heard fading away throughout the house

A little time passes, Kaito doesn't move from the bed, too lazy to change from the now wet towel into real clothes

You walk back into the room to your dumbass boyfriend still sulking on the bed with his arms crossed, unconsciously flexing his crazy muscular arms

His head perks up once he noticed you, and Kaito's face breaks out into a smile once he noticed the can of whipped cream in your hand

He knew immediately what it was for

"Let's test out that theory shall we - if you do say you're soooo clean~" you tease

Cut to now, your almost fully nude body on top of Kaito's, the wet towel still around his waist as you grind your underwear-covered ass against your boyfriend's now fully hard dick

You shake the can of whipped cream in a very sexual manner as Kaito smirks at your actions

You giggle as your boyfriend puts his arms behind his head, laying back and relaxing as he gives you as much surface area as possible to work with

Not even 5 seconds pass before you're squirting the sugary, white cream on your boyfriend

Making a trail up from Kaito's 6-pack, up his pecks, his bushy armpits and finally his collar bone

You toss the can behind you onto the floor and immediately go crazy on your boyfriend

You bend over, still dry humping Kaito's crotch, and start to lap at the cream on your boyfriend's abs

"Hah fuck...!" Kaito sighs in pleasure as you lick up his abs, your hand gently trailing up his waist while your tongue tickles his hard, muscular stomach

Kaito's whole body twitches when you reach his pecs, your mouth licking st your boyfriend's hard nipple while your hand works his other pec

"Jesus fuck (y/n) you're so hot" he groans, slightly grinding up into your covered ass

You giggle and blush at your boyfriend's compliments, moving up to his mouth to steal a short yet passionate kiss before going back down to his chest

You follow the trail of sweet cream up Kaito's left pec to his armpit, lapping at the dollop of white cream, his clean, freshly washed pits actually tasting pleasant for once

You move over to Kaito's other, whipped-cream-free armpit but as you go to lick it a chuckle erupts from Kaito's throat

"Haha! That one has no cream on it, sweetheart. D'you just like my pits that much?" Kaito teases you, showing you a toothy grin

You sit up and look down at your muscular boyfriend

As you slowly grind down on his crotch, you moan softly and whine

"I can't help it, Kaitooo~ I just love you so much, you're soooo hot~" you whine, grinding down on your boyfriend's crotch, looking into his eyes with half-lidded ones

You'd never seen your boyfriend sport a blush so quickly

As Kaito tries to stutter out a witty reply, you bend back down to his clean pit, lapping at his dark purple hair, feeling the ridges of his muscles with your tongue

You finally make it to his collarbone, cleaning the now melted cream off of him with your tongue

Once your boyfriend was all clean, you marked his neck with hickeys, kissing his neck as if it were his lips

"Oi... c'mon give my mouth the same treatment" he mumbles through grunts of pleasure

So you find it within yourself to be charitable, taking pity on your horny boyfriend and crashing your lips against his

Kaito moves his veiny, rough hands from behind his head to your face and wait

He guides your hips against his dick as he gently kisses you, his warm tongue dancing with yours

You whimper into his mouth and Kaito devours your sexy sounds, rubbing his hand up and down your waist

In an attempt to say "good boy, you're so good to me"

Fuck he loved you so much

And you sure did love him too

[bucketsofmonsters]

Is shark hottie a mega hunk to sharkmaids or is he more average looking? The confidence with which he approaches puts me in the mind of him being someone who has not been rejected before. Is Simon ? Is he a hottie to sirens? Are they both hotties but also not getting bitches because of personality defects or what

Shark hottie, as u have affectionately named him lol, is so incredibly average. Honestly, I think the confidence is largely bc he undeniably has the upper hand. Like he met a struggling human in the water and after they calmed down, they were pretty openly friendly. In terms of courtship, typically they are pretty unemotional, there aren't a lot of strong familial feelings towards a 'partner' nor pups so there isn't as much at stake in his mind. Like to him being rejected isn't such an emotional affair. He definitely has an affection for reader but that isn't typical nor is it assumed within a courting pair, ya know? A rejection like that would rarely, if ever, meaning ending the affection or friendship between a pair, they'd typically continue on as normal so for him there isn't quite as much at stake, the only nerves would come from them being a human

Simon, on the other hand, gets no bitches bc he is weird!! It takes a weird siren to save a random human and he is indeed a very weird siren. The others tend to think of him as strange and a little volatile, he doesn't stay in one place as much as he should and he has always had a bad habit of sticking himself as close to dangerous situations as he can while still being able to get away. I think part of the reason he reacted to the reader so strongly is he's pretty desperate for affection and part of the reason he's so clingy rn is he's terrified of it being taken away from him

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Could you write a story for a normal customer from the Mega Pizzaplex eating Freddy, Monty, Bonnie and Foxy? (With disposal and weight gain, please)

Oh that sounds like a lot of fun, would love to do some stuff with them getting nommed by a random. Anyway, I'm in a really big F.NAF mood as of writing this due to some RPs with a friend, so expect a long one, folks. This is PRIME brainrot fetish content right here. This one took a bit to make...and reminded me why I don't often write this much for the blog. Still, it was fun!

For as big as this place is, one would think they could get something good to eat here. Norman was finding out that...no, you can't. Sure, most patrons didn't mind the cheap pizza or other such options, but it wasn't really the kind of food a man nearly in his forties should be expected to eat. It's all bland, empty calories that just leave his stomach grumbling for more. When he'd heard the P.izzaplex was handling more...adult-oriented endeavors, he figured that'd mean better food. It really just meant selling alcohol more openly and less filters. The booze was just as cheap and unfilling as the food, too, and it left Norman wandering around the place in search of anything he could fill his stomach with. That's when he found himself heading into R.ockstar Row.

The four animatronics the plex liked to show off--F.reddy, B.onnie, M.onty, and F.oxy--are all in their respective dressing rooms/exhibits. The place was otherwise empty, however, leaving Norman with an idea. It's not good service for this place to not have anything good to eat around here...so it's only fair if he takes the best option for him, right? No one's going to really miss one animatronic when there's so many of them. It's gotta taste better than the lousy food, too. His hungry belly is gurgling in agreement, and so, using some photo booth passes, he goes to pick out his meal right from the lunchbox. He figures F.oxy won't be missed too much, and the pirate's room is the one he enters first.

Like all of the animatronics, F.oxy is much taller than the average human, dawned in a flashy pirate's uniform with a long coat and a hat to go with it. When he noticed a customer entering his room, he got up fast and waved with a hooked hand. "Yar, what can I do for ye? An autograph, a photo, or a...private show?" He slurps over his teeth with that last line.

"Lunch," Norman says simply, looking annoyed and impatient. "There's nothing good to eat here, and I'm fed up with it. You'll have to do."

"I don't have anythin' here fer ya to--" F.oxy didn't really register what Norman meant, at least not at first. But when he's pulled down by the front of his coat, staring into the wide, drooling jaws of the customer...he gets a pretty good idea. Not that he can say anything about it, as his muzzle and face are shoved right inside. A few slurps over hard plastic and faux fur tells Norman that, for a just hunk of metal, animatronic actually doesn't taste too bad. So, he starts gulping, wedging down F.oxy's shoulders and going down his chest. By the time he's slurping down that stomach, and his gut is starting to push outward with a fox face, F.oxy begins to kick around and yell. But his arms are pinned down, and Norman has a good enough grip to keep gulping regardless.

Norman slurps past the fox's stomach. A fluffy ass hangs out of his mouth, tail swishing around and legs kicking. The man tips his head back and steadily sucks the rest of the meal down. His gut bloats out as he does, forcing his shirt up and letting the fuzzy organ hang out for the world to see. Once those kicking fox feet slip past his lips, Norman gulps a final time. There's a wet slosh as the last of F.oxy drops down into his gut, which is now curled up tightly around him. A thick, wet belch rumbles out of the man as he roughly pats the bulge the animatronic's head made. This was a very filling meal, the eight-foot F.oxy now tightly curled up in the man's gut. It's so tight that the bulges are rather well defined--Norman could almost make out the rather pissed expression on the pirate fox through the flesh. He gives the bulge another rough pat. "Best food in the building. Maybe they should start serving you guys up instead of that greasy cardboard."

"I ain't no lousy slice o' pizza! Lemme outta here, ya landluber!" F.oxy's voice is muffled, but still audible, and he's doing his best to shift around inside. It's not going well. The stomach walls keep contracting him back into place, not giving him an inch to work with. The best he can do is make the stomach slosh back and forth. "This is supposed t' be the other way 'round!"

"That's too bad." Norman seats himself on a couch in the room, his gut resting on his lap. Another crass belch escapes him and he relaxes. "At least you're filling. Shouldn't need anything else to eat for--" A long, harsh gurgle cuts Norman off. F.oxy pauses for a moment, but then the walls around him contract more, getting an inch or so smaller. Then it happens again...and again...and after the third inch, F.oxy begins to panic as he realizes he's melting.

Norman watches as his furry stomach begins to shrink downward, bubbling and gurgling intensely. F.oxy thrashes around as best he can, making the whole thing slosh back and forth. But all it does is knock another noxious belch out of the man, a bit of red fur on his breath. A singed pirate's hat comes flying out as well, splattering onto the ground. The defined bulges of the man's gut steadily lose shape, becoming softer blobs as they sink in on themselves. F.oxy's gone from angry curses to calling for help. He's able to cry out for F.reddy's to save him before the wet, hard gurgling of Norman's gut totally overtakes his voice. That's about the same time the last of the bulges finally round off. Norman's gut is left at half the size it had been, and the last of the movement in his gut finally goes still. Norman lets out a disappointed sigh as he watches his gut continue to shrink back down, messily pumping all of that fox slop away. "Dammit...you tasted better for sure, but this is just as bad as that crappy pizza. Going right through me, too..." How are even the animatronics here no better than a cheap meal?

Not to mention all the calories that fox had been. Norman already had a pretty soft body from one too many fast food runs, but he's growing plumper by the second. His gut is resting in his lap now, shirt too tight and letting his gut peek out. Then there's his tightening pants, his legs and ass growing larger inside of them. He grumbles slightly and readjusts, only to feel a harsh rumbling deep in his bowels. Yep...the fox is done and he wants out. Annoyed by the whole thing, Norman gets to his feet and simply drops his pants. A thick ass sticks out over the fox's couch, and with a sputtering fart, a thick log of shit begins to slide out of him. The logs are rather dense, given what went to making them, and Norman has to grunt as he passes them. Tufts of red pepper the dark brown, whatever is left of F.oxy's foax fur. Thin pieces of metal that didn't quite get digested are also baked into a lot of the logs. Likely an exoskeleton, now broken and in disrepair from the fast but harsh journey through a man's digestive tract. Norman can feel the fox's hook tickle him a bit of the way out, but it's hardly an issue. The long, stained coat that's now wrapped around a rusted ribcage gives him more trouble, even. The worst part is the fox's skull, which takes a bit of effort to force out finally. But then it's done, and Norman feels a lot lighter for it. The heavy pile of crap left behind is now spread out on F.oxy's couch, steaming slightly in the air and smelling horrible. His skull sits right on top, half-buried in the muck now and the lower jaw missing somewhere else in the pile. The man barely regards it, though. He's grumbling over his fatter gut and tighter clothes and, worst of all, the fact that he's somehow still hungry after all of that. At this point...he might as well have a second. They're the only thing he's willing to choke down, even if they're not good for him.

Leaving the mass behind, Norman makes his way to a different room. He figures people don't care too much about M.onty either, so he should be a good second meal. The big alligator doesn't even seem to register the man at first, too busy wailing on the couch he turned into a punching bag. It's only when his long, thrashing tail is grabbed that he notices. And by then, it's too late, because Norman is sticking it into his jaws and slurping it down.

"Hey, whaddya think you're doing?!" M.onty tries to pull his tail back out, but Norman just gulps around it. Soon he's at the base of the gator's tail, and with a rather hard gulp, he's starting to work the ass in. M.onty lets out a roar as his body is forced to fold, knees meeting his chest. The gulping continues, sending his stomach and thighs down in tandem. M.onty tries to wiggle and push himself away, but all that does is get his hands lodged in Norman's gullet. Now he can only roar out angrily as he continues to sink deeper with each gulp. Soon, Norman is getting past his chest and shins. M.onty is snapping at the air and roaring out. Each gulp sinks him deeper and deeper and soon...his head and feet go down together with a final, wet swallow that drops him down into Norman's stomach. It bounces up and down, knocking out a massive belch from Norman that sends the gator's sunglasses flying out, all while M.onty does his best to thrash about.

Just like with F.oxy, Norman's gut is rumbling to life harshly. The man has to brace himself against the wall with how much M.onty is thrashing around, but his gut is sloshing wetly soon enough, and those detailed bulges of the snapping, roaring gator are sinking in on himself. His sharp claws grow duller, his snapping muzzle sinks down, the lumps made by his tail and limbs all merge together; and finally, with another thunderous belch and a final gurgling roar, Norman's gut goes soft and sloshy. He can feel a few more fading twitches from M.onty before the lump in his gut is still, and it's swiftly being reduced completely to water weight that's chugging down through his bowels. The gator had been even bigger than the fox, but Norman is pretty sure he went down even faster. Must have been the squirming...

Norman frowns as he tries to pull his shorts down and finds that it's...not easy. M.onty really piled onto his ass, another absolute calorie bomb. His thighs aren't much better, and his shorts are squeezing pretty tight now. Then there's also his shirt, which just doesn't come down over his gut anymore. It sticks out completely, heavy and soft from all the new weight. His chest and arms make the rest of his shirt rather tight as well. That's going to be an issue, he can tell. But his bowels rumble heavily, reminding him of a different issue. He finally gets his shorts down and squats, letting out a deep rumbling fart before a dense, brown log begins to crown and stretch him out. Norman is groaning around it, feeling the thick ropes of shit steadily coil up under him in a massive heap. Fake scales are embedded in the crap, giving it a sparkly green every so often, as well as more bits from what's left of M.onty's exoskeleton. The gator's claws come out one after another, tickling the man a bit as he passes them. "Bulky bastard..." Norman grunts as he squeezes out another few feet of shit. The pile is heaping up to his waist when he's finally pushing out what would count as a skull. M.onty's jaws are open wide, shit pushing through them, a few teeth missing and his mohawk only a few strands left over. It takes a few good pushes to get it out and Norman can hear the thunk it makes when it drops onto the pile. "Finally..."

Of course, even after dumping out two hulking animatronics, Norman can't help but find that his gut is still grumbling softly. This is all just annoying at this point, but he's not leaving until he's full...or he runs out of robots to eat. And he's starting to wonder if it'll be the second thing first. For now, he's heading out of M.onty's room, struggling to pull his shorts back up the whole way. B.onnie is the last 'expendable' robot, so he heads for the rabbit's room next. He gives up on getting his shorts over his ass again by the time he walks in.

B.onnie is currently...sleeping? The robot is laying back on his couch, his knees hanging off the end with a magazine over his face while he snoozed. Norman pauses for a moment to wonder if robots even need to sleep...before his stomach grumbles impatiently and he returns to his snacking. Hoisting up the robot's bulky feet, he opens wide and stuffs them in. He starts taking thick gulps, working his way up B.onnie's legs. That results in him climbing onto the couch as he eats, crawling forward with each thick gulp he takes. B.onnie is starting to shift a bit as his waist slips into the man's maw, but he's still out. His hands are taken in as Norman starts working up his stomach, then his chest. The magazine is casually tossed aside, and that seems to fully stir B.onnie. "Huh..? What's going o--" Norman's lips seal over B.onnie's face with another gulp. Just the rabbit's ears stick out of his mouth now, and with a slurp, the last of the robot is sent down the hatch.

Norman's gut bulges out under him once again, pressed down on the couch with the man resting on it. He's on the other side of the couch now, gut resting against the armrest B.onnie had been using as a pillow. B.onnie is starting to shift around inside, confusion growing into panic as the stomach walls churn and gurgle over him. By the time Norman lets out a heavy belch, the rabbit is full-on squirming around. "Hey, this...this isn't cool, man!" B.onnie calls out, face and hands pushing against the stomach walls as best they can. "I'm the entertainment, not the food! Hello? Are you listening?" The stomach walls churn harder and Norman belches again. His gut is beginning to shrink down, inches at a time as everything sinks inward. "H-Hey, hold on, we can work this out!" B.onnie yelps. "Please?" The stomach rumbles hard and suddenly shrinks down several inches at once, the bulges getting muted. "S-Somebody! Security! Get me outta here! Anyone?! Fred! Please--" Another wet gurgle, and Norman belches deeply, his stomach suddenly compacting with wet crunches and churns. His gut rounds out fast, pumping B.onnie away and turning him into a boiling slop. It's half the size it had been, Norman lazily rubbing along the side of it.

"So noisy...almost enough to give me a headache," Norman grumbles. He gives the side of his gut a few rough pats, making it wobble and slosh. Norman is starting to wish he just took his shorts off all the way, because with how tight they've gotten on his legs, he's not sure he could now at all. At least his ass is still exposed, which is weighing down on the band of the shorts. His gut is so large that it nearly touches the ground while he's resting on his hands and knees. His shirt has grown taut, and it's starting to rip at points of tension thanks to all the new weight. Norman is really starting to hope this is the last meal he needs. Speaking of...which a deep, wet rumble from his ass, Norman grunts and starts to push. B.onnie comes out soft and thick, coiling up on the couch behind Norman. At least the position he's in lets him handle this without needing to move. Other than little tufts of purple and the dense, ruined endoskeleon passing through, Norman found it to be a rather average dump. Easiest of the three by far. At least until he finds himself struggling over the skull, which takes a few tries to force out fully and onto the pile. By the time he's done and getting up again, the couch is filled up with shit, all that's left of B.onnie. And Norman finds his gut is still grumbling.

Well, there's only one animatronic left. Norman had been avoiding it out of some common courtesy--he figured the establishment could keep running so long as it had the face of the show walking around, even if the rest of the band was reduced to manure. But his impatient gut isn't having it, and so he's walking...er, waddling into the final dressing room.

F.reddy is sitting at his mirror when Norman walks in, but the bear perks up and looks over. "Oh, I didn't realize we were having guests right now! Hello, S.uperstar!" He rises to his feet with a smile and walks over to Norman. He does pause when he notices the state of the man--an annoyed look on his face, clothes that are several sizes too small, and his stomach is grumbling and gurgling wetly. "Is...something the matter?"

"Yeah, the food here is terrible, and the only thing that tastes remotely good is your bandmates." Norman gives the side of his gut a smack, making it wobble. "But they went through me too fast, and I'm still hungry. So...down you go." He grabs the bear animatronic by the arms and shovels his hands into his maw. Wet slurping starts, and F.reddy shakes from his shock by the time he's elbow deep.

"N-Now S.uperstar, I'm sure we can find something here that will satiate you so there's no need to be going to such drastic--" A wet slurp sucks his upper arms in. "--lengths..." Norman's maw yawns open wide before his face, tongue slurping over his face. "Oh no..." His head is shoveled in, a thick gulp sucks it down, and Norman is working down the bear's sturdy chest and stomach. F.reddy tries to dig into the ground with his feet, but Norman hefts him up and begins to slurp the bear's legs down. His fat gut bulges out with a wet slosh as F.reddy drops inside, the final massive course to this meal. Once his twitching feet are slurped up, it's over, and Norman lets out a deep huff once the weight settles inside of him.

With a deep belch, Norman seats himself on the chair in front of F.reddy's mirror. Despite how fat he's gotten after the last three meals, his gut is still stretched rather tightly around F.reddy, so it's easy to tell exactly what has ended up in the man's gut. The large bear is still shifting around, pushing on the walls that are compacting him into place. Norman's gut is already churning wetly, getting ready to work down yet another robotic snack. At this point, he's not even expecting F.reddy to satisfy him--he's doing it on the principle of such poor service. Or something like that. He's more so worried about justifying all the weight he's put on than devouring the P.izzaplex's star attractions.

F.reddy is already stammering something about 'lifetime coupons', but Norman isn't listening. He pats a hand to his gut, pushing down slightly, already feeling it growing softer. The large animatronic bear is compacting down, melting, turning into gut slush just as easily as his bandmates did. He's just junk food, really. As bad as anything else Norman could have gotten to eat around here, but tastier and at least somewhat filling. As the bulge sinks inward and the defined lumps smooth out, F.reddy's resistance quickly wanes. There's a final, bubbly "S...S.uperstar...please..." before Norman shoves down on the bulge of the head and belches out, reducing the star of the company into nothing but thick chyme. Though that's at least a more sightly appearance than what he'll become soon, as all that chyme sinks deeper through Norman's system.

The weight is a serious issue for him, though. He can hear his clothes tearing as a lot of F.reddy piles onto his figure. He's completely naked before long, grumbling over the lost clothing as he sits on the scraps. By now, his gut is a massive, soft ball that stinks out perpetually by nearly a foot. His limbs have all gotten much thicker and his ass fills out the chair a little too much. Even his face has gotten much rounder, though it doesn't do much to soften that annoyed expression he's wearing. He's going to have to really work on burning this weight...

However, the only weight Norman is truly worried about at the moment is the one bubbling in his bowels. He gets to his feet with a grunt and keeps himself squatting over the chair he'd been sitting in. He pushes, wincing slightly as a bassy fart comes from him first. The smell is getting worse. But it's nothing compared to the raw stench made by the thick, dense log of crap Norman is pushing out. Whatever's left of F.reddy is heaping up on his chair now, tan faux fur and scraps of metal and wire baked into the mass. The ruined exoskeleton comes out occasionally, making Norman groan as he feels the awkward shapes stretch him out further. There's heavy thuds as the massive logs begin to spill over the sides of the chair and pile up on the floor around it. Norman doesn't pause at all, just doing his best to void his bowels of all the dead weight. One of the last things to stretch out the man's hole is the skull, barely recognizable as the famous, friendly bear. It's just worn-down metal sticking out of a brown log of shit. A few more logs squeeze out and Norman is finally, truly done.

A deep sigh escapes the man and he stands up again, taking a few steps away from the pile. It's mostly buried the chair now, sitting high enough to reflect in the mirror. Norman waves the air away with a groan. Looking around the room, he finds that there's lots of random F.reddy merch sitting around. He's able to find some sweatpants and a hoodie among it all. The pants are a bit tight and the hoodie doesn't fully cover his gut, but it's enough that it'll last for the trip back home. He walks past the pile without a second glance, just glad to be escaping the stinking room.

Norman rubs along his stomach as he waddles his way past all of the rooms, each window open to show off the four piles that the band has been reduced into. "Even the talent is just cheap food..." Norman sighs. His stomach is settled down, though. But it really had to take all four of them to sate his hunger? He's going to be leaving a very poor review of the place when he gets home. This is just terrible service! Of course, his review won't mean much compared to the others that'll come pouring in after. Nobody wants to come to the P.izzaplex just to look at four stinking piles of shit, after all.

[oldbaton]

Growing up in Texas I got some wild mega church experiences but my favorite is every mega church has a point where they bring over religious bodybuilders that are like solid hunks of men. Like roided out. Like they look like a cloud you drew when you were like 7 that is like a bunch of squiggles basically. Anyways moving past the cloud thing, these bodybuilders would come over and they would pack the house and then the bodybuilder would rip a phone book in half and he would be like “that’s how powerful Jesus is” and then they all clapped. Like unironically tho.

[imjulia-andilikecats]

So I just watched Spiderman: Across the Spider-verse..

Let me tell you.

This man.

This man reminds me so much of Cal a.k.a "Mister Steal your Fiancée by planning dance lessons in the middle of the night and calling your girl his girl before entering a suicide mission to save his uncle" Calore.

Like look at those MUSCLES, THAT MEGA THICCC NECK THAT COULD CARRY THE MENTAL TERMOIL OF TRYING TO KEEP THE WHOLE SPIDERVERSE TOGETHER. ONE CANON EVENT AT A TIME.

AND LOOK AT THOSE EYE BAGS!!! THIS MISERABLE HUNK OF A MAN KEEPS GETTING HOTTER THE MORE HIS LIFE KEEPS FALLING APART. JUST...GIVE HIM TO ME!!!

Also, side note: Look at his stress stance. Fingers against temple. I DARE YOU TO TELL ME THAT CAL CALORE NEVER MADE THAT STANCE WHEN EXPLANING TO HIS LOVELY, DEADLY WIFE THAT SHE CAN'T DESTROY A MILITARY BASE WITHOUT GETTING IN DEEP SH@T.

Just *chef's kiss*

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Keef Hugs

Though Keith will literally hiss when anyone suggests social interaction or physical contact, he has grown to appreciate it from the space fam.

He is ok with it when Hunk randomly ruffles his hair or smudges a bit of batter on his cheek.

He'll pet Pidge on her back until she falls asleep on those long nights when she can't sleep because of nightmares, and then he'll carry her to her room.

Allura will place her hand on his cheek and comfort him when his anxiety acts up.

Coran pats (read: slams) him on the back, forgetting his Altean strength.

Shiro gives him hugs and rest his arms on Keith's head playfully.

Lance... Lance is hard to say. He is the type of friend to treat everyone over-the-top-affectionately. Keith's learned to roll with it. When Lance is nervous, he'll lace their fingers together reassuringly. They hug often, and the rest of the team is used to seeing the two boys holding each other throughout the day. Lance has even gone as far as to kiss Keith on the top of his head after the smaller boy had gotten hurt.

One night, no one in the castle can sleep because the temperature is acting up again.

They all haul every pillow and blanket they can find into the lounge. Their tactic of staying close for warmth turns into a full-on sleepover, complete with pillow fights and hair-braiding.

For some reason, despite Allura having, like, 3 feet of flowing hair, everyone decides that they prefer braid Keith's hair instead.

Someone produces flowers from somewhere (as one does) and then there were colorful blooms weaved into Keith's inky locks as well.

He looked really, really gay.

Shiro took pictures from every angle possible before wiping away a non-existent tear and mumbling something about how 'his baby bro is all grown up.'

Lance hides his face under a blanket so no one will have to witness his bi panic.

They play truth or dare for a while, every going easy on Keith because for some reason it was really hard to pick on him when he looked so damn cute like this.

Somehow, Lance and Keith end up sleeping right next to each other.(totally had nothing to do with Pidge and Spacedad being mega-shippers.)

When Keith wakes up the next morning, he is pleasantly surprised to find that he is very warm, and his pillow is strangely comfy.

Click

Keith is startled awake and realizes that Lance is holding him tightly, and his pillow is actually Lance's chest. Oops.

He turns as much as he can to see Pidge and Shiro obsessively taking picture after picture of the two of them.

Keith struggles to get out of the situation and stab the fan-paladins before they can get too much blackmail.

"Uh uh u-uh," Shiro singsongs. "If you don't stay down and go back to sleep, I will not hesitate to put sleeping pills in your breakfast and then bring you right back here."

Keith slowly lays his head down on Lance, who has apparently stayed peacefully dozing throughout all of this. Keith falls asleep begrudgingly to the lovely thought of Shiro drugging/blackmailing his ship into sailing.

[420technoblazeit]

(this got long sorry)

the crux of the idea is the question “what if sam and dean ran into someone who has only a horror-movie level understanding of the supernatural?” it also plays with the idea of generational hunting, and expands the world of hunters who arent winchesters. its your typical monster of the week episode set in probably the second season. the beats are something like this:

cold open. girl home alone, staying up late. she hears a weird noise coming from upstairs. taking a knife from the kitchen, she goes to investigate. creepy man-looking shadow is up there, tries to attack her. she stabs him with the knife, he vanishes. she realizes that the thing was a ghost and looked like a painting her parents just bought. so she does everything under the sun to trap the ghost. salt ring, metal ring (cobbled together from necklaces and silverware), salt around the entire room including windows and door, a couple googled latin incantations, and a sprinkling of herbs from the spice drawer.

next day. someone knocks on the door. our favorite hunks, sam and dean. theyve been looking for the haunted painting and are posing as art dealers. girl wont sell the painting, says to talk to her parents, wholl be back in a couple days. they cant convince her but none of them say anything about the painting being weird. snd decide they have to steal the painting before the ghost kills her. 

that night. snd are at the house, get to the window of the room where the painting is. see all the assorted protections. door is closed but they can tell someone is behind it in the hall. ghost appears but cant do anything because salt. ghost begins threatening person behind door, person (girl) seems unfazed. snd realize theyve walked in on someone elses hunt and leave. they decide to go back again tomorrow and offer the info theyve already gathered. 

next day. snd at the door again. sam notices some sort of warding/protection symbol, confirming girl as a hunter. girl opens door, snd spill the beans and ask to come in and collab. girl is like wth are you talking about. after some discussion, snd convince her they are not insane and can do something about the homicidal ghost in her house. she lets them in and shows them the setup. its clearly the work of someone who has exactly half a clue what theyre doing, but some stuff is odd. heres more warding symbols around the house and some of the herbs are rare with no real cooking use. she mentions the stabbing/vanishing and they investigate. every knife in the house is either iron or silver. oh, and every room in the house has at least one mega-creepy painting. snd realize that the girl is not the hunter but someone in the house is. they ask about her parents. theyre art dealers who specialize in old paintings, and often go on “scouting trips” snd attempt to gently break the news that girls parents are hunters who probably deal with haunted paintings, but she doesnt want to hear it. she hasnt slept in days because of the ghost in her house and now theyre dropping like six bombshells on her at once. she kicks them out, despite them trying to stay to destroy the ghost. 

i havent got the rest of it properly nailed down but the parents come back, theres a scene where girl confronts parents about being hunters and they fess up. she runs off and snd follow her (they were outside the house). they go to talk to the parents. somehow the ghost gets killed and the paintings still intact (parents genuinely like them). parents promise to never send a haunted painting home when girl is alone and to also train her so she can protect herself if needed. snd drive off and done.

the beginning is definitely better but i kinda ran out of ideas. im pretty sure i wouldnt be able to characterize either sam or dean properly and i also know i wouldnt be able to make myself even begin writing it. also i did not explain it well. thats why i wanted to turn it over to someone else. its rough now but i trust that someone who knows more about supernatural and writing could make it good.

WAIT I FOUND IT. big poggies. also this is a cute idea i feel like ur oc would fit right in w/alex and claire and all of jodie's other kids. there's plenty of spn fanfic writers who im sure woud b thrilled to write a fic for u if u wanted to commission them!

[thorniest-rose]

I think it’s so funny there are people in the ST fandom who see Steve as this rippped mega hunk while to me he just looks like a cute little boy toy dhdhdhss

[silverwings22]

Song of the Sea: Chapter 32: Fight Dirty

Chapter Warnings: child endangerment, exploitation of minors, threats, death of a (villain) character Series Warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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"I'm hot, tired, and starving." Wrecker groaned. Shiani was up under a busted speeder bike, Hunter handing her tools and Tech trying to locate any sign of a town they could feasibly get to. Omega was working at something on her datapad in the background, watching the collaboration from her peripheral. 

"I told you to conserve your rations." Hunter shook his head, putting a spanner in the tentacle and reached out from under the chassis. 

"But I got hungry."

“Just a little longer, Wrecker.” Shiani said hopefully, hand coming out to get her welding torch beside her. “Hang on.”

“You said that hours ago, but the skiff is still a hunk of junk.” Wrecker sighed. 

“With a little more work from Shiani, it will be a slightly operational hunk of junk.” Tech looked up. “The power cells should have enough output to get us to the other side of the hemisphere. There was a town there that I clocked on our approach.” 

Shiani poked her head out, her welding goggles pushed up her head. “Too bad we don’t have Gonky. We could get a better charge on those power cells.”

Omega’s head popped up. “We forgot Gonky!”

“With the ship’s transponder being offline, it is likely we will not recover him either.” Tech glanced at Omega nervously, not wanting to upset her again with his delivery of bad news. 

“No, I mean I forgot he was on the ship. We can’t track the ship, but we could track him!”

Tech blinked, index finger coming up with his thought. “His binary reference code. That is ingenious, Omega. Try tracking him on the scanner.” 

Omega nodded, getting up and getting to work. Shiani made a happy noise and ducked back under the chassis, the rest of the teaming hearing a banging noise before the lights came on. “We have a skiff now!”

Omega came running over. “And I found Gonky on the scanner!” She squealed, bouncing up and down with delight. Shiani climbed out from under the speeder and took her hands, jumping with her. 

“You’re so smart, Baby Mega. So proud of you!” 

“Everyone load up, then.” Hunter chuckled. “It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

They managed to squish on with Tech driving, Shiani behind him with Omega squished between her and Wrecker, and Hunter facing backwards on the back. Shiani made her extra limbs into a series of seatbelts just in case, and snuggled against Tech’s back. 

If they ever got a chance, she wanted to try riding a speeder like this with no armor on. It sounded nice, riding with her arms around him and no danger on the horizon. 

One day, they’d find peace. She was sure of it. Until then, she was right behind him like she’d always wanted. 

"This place looks worse than the spaceport." Wrecker sighed as the mining town came into view. It was basked in an ominous red light even Shiani didn’t find pretty. And an unsettling kind of fog seemed to hover in the energy around it, that felt like despair.

Hunter eyed it, arms crossed. "Anything on the scanners, Tech?"

"Nothing in the immediate vicinity, but I cannot say the same for the subterranean levels. Additionally, there is a ray shield in use. We will have to deactivate it to get the Marauder out, if it is in there."

Shiani looked back at Omega. “Got a lock on Gonky’s signal?” 

Omega nodded, eyes bright. "Yes. He should be with the ship."

Shiani wrinkled her nose. “Unless the thief’s trying to scrap him. We might need to split up.”

Hunter nodded. “Good idea. Tech, Shiani, and I will head straight for Gonky. Wrecker, you and Omega set up in case the thief gives us trouble.”

The split up, Shiani behind Tech and Hunter as they walked right towards the thief’s den. Her expression dropped when she realized her target was far too small to be an adult. It was a kid barely older than Omega, with dark hair, running a diagnostic on the stolen gonk bot. He had a tattoo across his throat that looked like an equal sign, and wasn’t showing her dear little friend Gonky the kind of compassion he deserved. "No good. Looks like I'm going to have to scrap you for parts."

Gonky started beeping in complaints, just as sassy as his rightful owners.

"What? You're busted. What am I going to do with a defective power droid?"

"That's our defective power droid." Hunter snatched the kid up by the shoulder like he was going to slit his throat. It was an act, Shiani knew for a fact that he’d never hurt a child. "Where's our ship?"

If he hadn’t been scared of Hunter’s face, Shiani’s bared fangs behind the sergeant had the boy turn six shades paler. "Oh, uh… the thing is…" He shoved Hunter’s hand off him and dove onto a speeder, trying to get around the corner. 

Right into Wrecker’s grasp, who snatched him off the speeder and dropped him on his ass. Omega held him at bowpoint, eyes narrowed. As Shiani, Tech, and Hunter stepped around the corner, the siren felt like she was watching her own firstborn on her first hunt. Omega was getting so strong and brave, she deserved the galaxy for how much of a survivor she’d grown into. 

The ship thief looked like he was going to cry. "Oh come on! What do you care, it's just a busted old battery!"

"Not to us." Omega snapped 

Hunter grabbed the kid one more time. "One more time. Where's our ship?".

"What ship?"

"The one you stole yesterday!" Shiani said sharply, showing her teeth once again. “My brother said one more time. Tell the truth, or I’ll start questioning you.” 

"It's with Mokko!" The boy kicked his feet, panicking. 

Shiani and Tech exchanged glances. “What’s a Mokko?” The siren frowned, softening immediately. 

He looked at her like she might be stupid.  "The boss? He owns this town. Don’t you know anything?"

“I know you stole my house, and now you’re gonna show us where it’s at so we can steal it back.” She snorted. Hunter nodded agreeably, deciding that the kid’s fear of her was a useful tool today. He didn’t need to know she was about as harmless as a tooka most of the time. 

"I can't double cross Mokko! You have no idea what he's done for me!"

“Too bad. No choice.” Shiani insisted. 

“She’s venomous.” Omega volunteered, still holding her bow on the other child like she’d shoot him for one false move.

“Vemonous?!” He blanched.

Wrecker scruffed him.  "Yeah, and it hurts like hell if you get bit. Now lead the way."

The boy quickly figured out he didn’t have much of a choice, and started shuffling along while he took stock of the people he’d managed to piss off. Three soldiers, a kid with a bow and lethal eyes, and the…. Whatever the lady with the tentacles was who scared the daylights out of him.  "Those blasters are a bad idea in an ipsium mine. Just saying."

"So this is an active mining town?" Omega was more curious than mad now that they were moving, and put her bow away so she could walk alongside him and talk. Her adults kept watchful eyes out, so she wasn’t worried. 

"Yeah. It used to belong to the Techno Union."

Shiani glanced at Tech. “Aren’t those the people who held Echo as a prisoner?”

He nodded. “They are.” 

The boy glanced back? “I guess you don’t like them?”

Shiani shook her head. “Tortured our brother.”

“Oh… we’ll, they’re gone now. Mokko took over when they went under."

"So you're an ipsium miner and a thief." Omega’s tone was pure venom, and Shiani had to look away to avoid laughing out loud.

"It's a skill."

"Stealing isn't a skill."

"It is when you're good at it." He gave her a cheeky grin, but got slapped in the back of the head with a purple tentacle. 

“Not as good as you think.” Shiani huffed. “We found you. See how many guns we have?”

He glanced at the clones and nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah…”

“What’s your name?” Omega asked after a minute of feeling just a little sorry for him. He was dirty, clothing patched, and looked too thin. This Mokko guy he was so grateful to didn’t seem to be taking too good care of him.

"Benni. Benni Baro."

"Benni." She furrowed her blonde brows. “You could get into a lot of trouble stealing like that. I have a family to look after me. You don’t.

“This is your family?” He glanced back at the four adults.

Omega nodded. “My brothers and my sister.” 

He looked sheepish, and maybe a tiny bit jealous. "Your ship is in the bay over there…"

Shiani looked back at Tech and smiled. “Scanner?”

He pulled up a holo schematic and examined it for a few moments, Shiani leaning over his shoulder to see what he did. "It would seem that the entrances are guarded in shifts. We would attract significant attention trying to infiltrate that way. And the ray shield I detected earlier is positioned over the mine."

Everyone crouched over the schematic together, Shinani wrapping a tentacle around Benni’s ankle to keep him from running off. “Not going anywhere until we have our ship. Understand me?” 

He nodded anxiously.

After a few minutes, Hunter pointed at the smokestack of the factory. “What’s the timing window between emissions here? We could use that as a point of entry.”

Tech nodded. "The window will not be very wide, but it should be enough for us to rappel down and utilize the unguarded lower access hatch."

Benni threw his  hands up. "You guys are crazy. You'll get roasted, I'm out of here."

Shiani pulled him closer, an inch from her face, and smiled. “I said you can go when we have our ship. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you until then. Unless you double cross us, and I’ll break my rule about eating sentient species.”

Benni looked at Omega. “She’s bluffing, right?”

“I… actually, I’m not sure.” The girl shrugged. 

Tech glanced at his wife and she gave him a wink. She was, of course, bluffing. But Benni didn’t need to know that.

“I would prefer if one of us did this.” Tech frowned, looking at Shiani as she double checked her rappelling line. She had volunteered to go first, despite Hunter usually taking point. “You are less familiar with the equipment.” 

“And I’m for flexible than anyone. Plus I have six arms, faster reflexes, and venom.” She smiled as the smokestack blew behind her. “Let me do this for you. How long is my window again?”

"Sixty seconds." Tech winced as the emission cleared.

Shiani wasted no time, dropping down the smokestack the way Hunter had told her in a 90 degree run down the brick and durasteel. The rest of the group and Benni peeked over the edge. “... So she’s your sister?” He whispered to Omega.

“Yeah.” Omega nodded. 

“Then why is she purple?” He frowned. 

Tech rolled his eyes. “They are not biologically related. Shiani is my wife, and I am Omega’s brother. Technically, they are sisters-in-law.” His foot was tapping, which Hunter picked up on immediately. 

“She’s going to be fine, Tech. She’s well suited to this.” He patted his brother’s shoulder.

"Thirty seconds." Tech said tensely.

Shiani was more than halfway down when she stopped, and they spotted a droid sentry walking through the bottom of the stack. "I thought you said it was unguarded." Wrecker squirmed.

"It was!" Tech hissed back. “Do you think I would have sent her down there intentionally if I thought it was dangerous?”

Hunter hit his comm. “Twenty seconds, Shiani.”

She hit the release on her belt and dropped directly onto the droid, ripping into it with her claws. They were still on the inner platform, and Tech felt like he was going to throw up as the seconds ticked by. 

"Ten seconds." Omega whispered. 

“There she goes!” Wrecker grinned as Shiani picked up the droid and slammed it into the wall before bailing into the control room as shelter. Just in time, too, as the smokestack went off again and everyone had to duck below the lip at the top to avoid having their faces burnt off. 

"You people are crazy." Benni muttered when Wrecker picked him up. 

Omega just gave him a grin as Hunter patted her shoulder. At Shiani’s all clear, they rappelled down. 

Tech went straight to Shiani, cupping her face in his hands carefully. “Are you alright?”

She nodded, grinning at him. “I’m fine. You trained me for this.” 

He sighed, hating that she was right, and pressed his helmeted head against hers for a second before they looked at Benni. He looked a little confused. “So you two really are married…”

Shiani nodded, chuckling. “Family looks different for everyone. Still family.”

Omega nodded, hand in Hunters with Wrecker behind him. Benni was suddenly very aware of how alone he was in the galaxy, while these five had each other’s unwavering support. Even the scary squid lady who’d been threatening to eat him. 

He kept his word, however, and led them through the red-tinged mine under the ray shield. Shiani frowned as they looked at the workers pushing carts. “All the miners are babies, Tech.” She whispered. “Not just Benni.” 

"The conditions here seem very harsh." He agreed. “Particularly with children.” 

"It has to be. The ipsium is degraded, so we have to work harder just to get by. Mokko had to lower wages just to keep the mine running." Benni explained. 

Shiani looked suspicious. “Babies are easy to lie to, if no one teaches them how to stick up for themselves.”

"You just don't understand. He looks out for us." He pointed to a bay door, shoulders stiff and refusing to look at the siren. "Your ship's in that garage bay. I know a shortcut."

"No tricks." Hunter growled. 

"Hey, I'm not trying to get caught either." Benni held his hands up defensively. 

Hunter sighed, knowing he didn’t have much of a choice. They followed Benni through a door and down through the mining facility hallways until they came out inside a garage. The Havoc Marauder was parked with the ramp open, the ship gutted.

"The hyperdrive has been removed." Tech groaned. 

“I can fix it.” Shiani sighed. “Gonna take a minute though.”

Hunter stopped Benni as he tried to casually back away. “You’re not going anywhere until we can leave.” 

"What about the ray shield?" Omega pointed at the ominous red light that permeated everything.. 

"It can only be deactivated from the central tower." Benni pointed up. "I can go."

Hunter frowned. "Not alone. You stole our ship, there's no way we can trust you."

"You guys stick out too much. If someone has to go with me, send her. She'll blend in." He gestured  to Omega, who looked at Hunter and gave him one of his own signature ‘I got this’ nods. 

Tech handed Omega his handheld when the sergeant nodded back. "Transfer the data onto this and I will be able to access it remotely."

Shiani crouched in front of the girl and took her hands. “First hunt, Baby Mega. You’ll do fine.”

“I won’t let you down." Omega promised.

“Never could.” Shiani squeezed her hands three times before standing up and pulled out her tool bag. “Now go. Tech, let’s fix this hyperdrive.” 

Omega turned to Benni. “Let’s do this.”

"Not dressed like that." He took his jacket off with an incredulous expression. “You don’t look like a miner at all.”

“I’m not. You should have been more careful of who you stole from.” She smirked, undaunted. This was her first hunt, and she wasn’t about to let him get her down.

"Hunter, I'm in the control room." Shiani was under the hyperdrive, up to her elbows in connection apparatus while Tech worked the guidance systems and Wrecker got their weapons back online. Hunter was keeping lookout, and everyone had turned their comms up to listen for their littlest member’s update. 

Hunter was anxious to get the hell out of here. Everything about this place made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, and Shiani’s comments about child miners was relaying in his head. They were easy to lie to… which meant they were loyal to this Mokko guy whether he deserved it or not. They wouldn’t have a problem fighting the Batch, even if he had a problem fighting kids. "Good. Copy that data and get back to the hangar safely.".

"Motivator reconnected." Shiani popped out from the hyperdrive. "Tech, the primaries to guidance?."

"I am nearly done, and then I will need to calibrate the navi-computer." Tech sat up from where he was working. “By the time Omega gets back, we should be operational.” 

"Weapons system back online." Wrecker waved a wrench at Hunter. 

Hunter nodded. "These are all just kids…" He really hoped he didn’t have to use the weapons. Not on children

Tech sighed, heading for the navi-computer. "It appears as if Mokko is using his means as leverage against them… it is a tactic we have seen with the Empire."

“Babies are easy to lie to.” Shiani repeated, sliding over to help Tech with the primaries. 

“The aren’t the only ones.” Tech murmured, and her hand found his quietly. He was thinking about Crosshair again, she knew it. At least Echo knew he was getting into, but Tech wasn’t so sure the sniper did.

“Someone’s coming.” She blinked, ears pinning back. Hunter was starting to think he should be using those fins as a signal, because she heard the voices just a second before he did. 

Two barely half grown boys were coming into the garage bay, and there was nowhere and no time to hide.. "I thought Bryce and Hugh said they disconnected that hyperdrive- who are you?!" 

"Uh… Mokko sent us." Wrecker mumbled. Shiani nodded, deciding to test her theory about how easy kids were to lie to. Hopefully they’d buy it. 

Hunter held his hands up. "Easy. We're just here for our ship."

The two kids spun on their heels and ran. Hunter groaned and took off after them, hoping he could stun them before they got anywhere near the ipsium. 

Shiani groaned and pulled Tech to his feet. “Go fix the navi-computer. I’ll finish the primaries.”

Tech nodded, and less than a minute later, he was going out over the comm. “All systems back online.”

"Good. I've lost our spies, and they're calling backup." Hunter grumbled.

“How did you lose them? You’re a tracker.” Shiani sighed, getting up when Tech and Wrecker moved towards the suspension bridge. A male of a species Shiani wasn’t familiar with was coming with them, flanked by a couple child laborers and droids. “We got trouble, Hunter.” She pulled out her blaster.

"Copy that." 

"You come to steal from me? Me?!" The man hissed, and he must have been Mokko based on arrogance alone. Tech, Wrecker, and Shiani all leveled their blasters at him. 

"We merely came to recover our starship." Tech said mildly. 

"That ship belongs to me now." Mokko smirked. "And do you really think it wise to use blasters in an ipsium mine?"

"We don't miss." Wrecker huffed sharply. . 

"I believe you." Mokko laughed. "But will you really risk it? Look."

On the other bridge, Hunter had been lining up a shot as well. When Mokko gestured, he looked up and sucked in a sharp breath. "Omega!"

The girl was being dragged to an overhead ledge by a droid, fighting every step of the way. Shiani’s eyes narrowed, snarling at Mokko viciously. “You let Baby Mega go. Now.”

"Lower your weapons or she goes over the edge." Mokko snarled. "Ten years in the mines sounds like an appropriate punishment for this treachery. If you survive that long."

Shiani didn’t trust her blaster skills in the mine, but she was pretty sure she could make it across the space between her and Mokko and have time to tear his throat out before he gave the order to hurt Omega. Tech watched her put the blaster back on her hip and flex her fingers, black claws shiny in the red light. He subtly took a step to the side, getting ready to give her space for her pounce.

Before she could strike, Benni came running to the other side of the bridge waving te handheld Tech had given Omega. "You lied to us, Mokko! The ipsium isn't degraded! You've been pocketing all the profits!"

"Don't listen to him." Mokko hissed. 

An older boy with purple tattoos looked at the screen, eyes wide as he spotted the profit reports. "All that talk about lean seasons… you let us go hungry while you kept everything for yourself!"

"I did what I had to survive! None of you would have made it without me!" Mokko protested. 

Shiani hissed, taking another step forward. “Lots of people think I’m a monster, you know. But it’s a real monster who hurts babies for credits.”

"Throw the girl over!" Mokko shouted.

Omega’s eyes locked on Hunter and she grabbed the droid’s arm when it tried to throw her, planting her feet and leaning back hard to drag it over the edge with her. Hunter was ready and shot a dart line before jumping over the edge to get to her. She threw her arms out, catching Hunter's hand in a spectacular arc that ended with them landing against a wall with her arms around his neck. "Good work, kid."

Omega grinned.

Wrecker and Tech kept their word about not missing, firing as Shiani took her running leap after Mokko. They took out the droids, while the siren snatched the cane from Mokko and hit him as hard as she could with it. He overbalanced, falling over the rail and catching himself with one hand. 

Benni seemed to have a greater capacity for kindness than Shiani would have, and reached down to save him. "Grab my hand."

Instead of gratitude, Mokko tried to drag Benni over the edge with him. The other young miners came running to grab him, and Shiani flipped herself over the railing and grabbed both sides of his mechanical claw hand. The metal screamed as she put every ounce of her strength into it and wrenched it off Benni’s wrist, then let go. Mokko dropped with a scream into the fiery chasm below, and Shiani slowly climbed back over the railing. She looked at the Benni, cocking her head to the side. “You okay, Baby Benni?”

He nodded, shaken but unhurt. “Yes ma’am….”

She reached over and patted his head lightly. “Good.” 

Tech walked over, putting his blasters back in their holsters and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She dropped her head back on his shoulder. “That railing was there for a reason.” He mumbled. 

She smiled, snuggling back and turning her head to look at where Hunter and Omega were making their way up to a safe ledge. The girl waved over at the siren. “Hey Shiani!?”

“Yes, Baby Mega?”

“Does this count as a successful hunt?”

Shiani laughed. “I think so!” 

“Gonky! Favorite droid in the whole galaxy!” Shiani giggled, watching Wrecker hug the hapless droid. “”You helped us get our home back!”

Gonky made his usual noise at her from Wrecker’s arms before the giant of a clone took him inside. Shiani just laughed and put her arm around Omega, watching the rest of their stolen belongings being located and brought back inside. Benni was overseeing it sheepishly, to make up for causing most of the mess in the first place.

"Is this everything?" Hunter asked the boy sternly.

"Yeah. Don't you trust me?" Benni grinned. 

If anything, Hunter just looked angrier at the question, but didn’t say a word. 

"Okay, fair. Yes, this is everything. I swear." Benni held his hands up for the millionth time. He wasn’t sure who he was more scared of, Hunter or Shiani. 

Hunter sighed and went to help Wrecker load everything back up. Omega took Shiani by the hand and led her over to talk to Benni once more before they left. "What will you do now that Mokko's gone?" She asked curiously. They’d had an understanding while they were in the mine together, Omega’s kindness and reassurance of how family was supposed to be the turning point of him regretting double-crossing her. 

"I guess we'll keep mining ipsium. Without Mokko, we'll all get to split the profits." Benni shrugged, eying Shiani again.

"You don't want to leave?" Omega sounded genuinely curious. 

"Nah. Like I said, this is my home. It's what I know… and I really am sorry. You’re not gonna eat me, are you miss?” He frowned, concerned.

Shiani shook her head with a laugh. “I was bluffing, Baby Benni. I don’t eat people, especially not kids. And you’re too skinny to be tasty anyway.” She ruffled his hair. “You got a whole life ahead of you now, with Mokko gone. I hope you make a good one out of it.”

"Thanks. If you guys ever need a thief, call me?" He relaxed, even giving her a smile. 

"Benni! Chow time!" One of the other kids called.

"Be right there!" He yelled back before looking at the ship with the three brothers finishing up the loading. "Where will you guys go next?"

"Never matters where we go, as long as we’re together.” Shiani shrugged. “Right, Baby Mega?”

Omega nodded resolutely. She didn’t want anyone else to leave like Echo had, but he’d promised to come back eventually. It would have to be enough for now.

Benni nodded and darted off. Shiani scooped Omega up onto her hip and spun her around. “Your first hunt! Went so good, I’m so proud of you. Come on, I’ll give you your present.”

“Present?” Omega peeped, eyes wide. “I get a present?”

“Siren tradition is to give a hunt gift for the first successful one. We don’t really hunt for food the same way, but it was your first solo part of a mission so it’s the same thing. Here, sit down.” Shiani sat Omega down at one of the deck chairs and went back to her bunk, digging through her cubby cheerfully. “Oh, hope they didn’t move it… aha!” She came back from the bunkroom with a piece of folded cloth, and the brothers paused their loading and stood around to watch their girls. “Give me your hand, Baby Mega.”

Omega blinked and held out her hand, Shiani carefully unwrapping the cloth and pulling out a hand made bracelet that looked like a miniature chain she’d used to wear. “Did you make this, Shiani?”

The siren nodded, fastening it around Omega’s left wrist carefully. “It’s smooth so it won’t catch on anything while you’re training. I don’t have chains to give you, but you deserve them. Baby Chainbreaker, setting all those other babies free by being kind. I knew you’d earn them one day.” 

Shiani stood up as Omega inspected the bracelet, eyes quiet and contemplative for a long moment. Tech slipped up behind her as Hunter and Wrecker went back to make sure everything was in the ship. Shiani sounded so proud of her, but only one thought was echoing around the girl’s head. "I thought we just had to avoid the Empire… but they’re not the only threat."

Tech sighed. "No."

"We keep finding people like Mokko. No matter where we go." Omega rubbed her thumb over her bracelet. “No matter how many chains get broken, there’s always more.”

"That is… unfortunately true. But there are also people like us." Tech turned, putting a hand on Omega's arm. 

Shiani nodded. “And the chains you break mean everything to the ones you set free. I know it seems like it doesn’t matter, but it does. We fight.”

Omega looked up at them and nodded firmly, a sort of understanding in her eyes. She was starting to make sense of why Echo had wanted to go to Rex. She didn’t want to leave her family, but she could put that fighting spirit towards the injustice they kept running into. “Yeah. We fight.” 

[frostbite-yinny]

RATE ARCHIE, THE HOT EVIL PIRATE MAN

-@water-pokemon-appreciator

This was a long time coming... One that I have put away for so long because I wrote 3 episodes but all of them got deleted and I didn't have motivation after that BUT I AM BACK with popular demand cuz one person I like got excited when I said I was trying to write another episode of this and that gave me the motivation I was so ready to never do this again

Come on, come all to; Yinny rates man~ Episode 3

Archie; The leader of team aqua and my enemies-to-lovers awakening

No, no. That's ugly, I'm talking about the yassified version of him.

Ah, yes. That's better. Is Archie even Archie without his half-opened bodysuit, his overly-large mega necklace, tiny black half-skirt made out of net, weird but cool connected boots, and (for some reason) exposed left bicep?

Like, seriously, why is it exposed. Why does he have a gash there? Is that high fashion? Am I too poor to understand it? I dunno bro-

Back to the topic: With broad shoulders, a tiny waist, and a bosom bigger than any woman I have ever met, this neoprene-clad hunk of pure muscle beef pie with 0.2 percent of body fat was and still is the most simped after evil team leader to ever exist.

Well, can you blame them?

I'm just saying, never google this man's name in Pinterest/DeviantArt/google images or whatever else you use to look up your sick little fantasies. Not because people will think you are a team aqua grunt, oh no, it's much worse because they will think you are a simp with mommy issues that need someone to take care of you.

Put down that body pillow, this man's taken.

Other than his striking physique, over-the-top facial expressions, big mommy milkers that you bury your head between, and a fucking crobat that shows he has good inside that water-boarded heart, the reason he has this many simps?

His rivalry with the most twink looking man to ever exist. You already know who I'm talking about but I'm gonna say it anyway: Maxie What can I say, a blue-coded hothead and a red-coded nerd are always destined to be together. The sexual tension between these two is even higher than the tension between me and bashing my head against the wall. Final verdict; Over the top hunk man with a potential heart of gold, an enemies-to-lovers arc and, let's be honest, the world being covered in water is MUCH better than not having any water at all because that's stupid since we need it to live 9/10he lost one point cuz I don't understand the fucking gash on his arm.

[nysocboy]

Glamorous: Be as femme as you wanna be, especially when you are surrounded by mega-hunks

Glamorous, on Netflix: Make-up obsessed Marco gets a dream job at a glamour firm, starts a journey of self-discovery, and falls in love with a man. The episode descriptions use "he/him" pronouns, but Marco is played by  -- and based on the experiences of -- trans actress Miss Benny.  So maybe he'll be coming out as trans at some point.

Scene 1: Marco awakens.  He's a boy with a femme girl hairstyle and a room decorated with pictures of high-heel shoes.  Asking himself if "the struggle to be a grown-up is realer than real," he puts on his frilly pink gown and heads for the makeup table -- well, more like a makeup warehouse, puts on his face, and starts talking to his internet followers: "I am a makeup artist and beauty industry professional who works with all the major brands, including Glamorous by Madolyn."  Looks like he's already pretty self-discovered.

But in real life, he has a part-time job behind the make-up counter at a department store, he has minimal followers, and his Mom, whom he claims "helps with my content," could not be less interested. But does that stop the dynamo make-up artist?  Nope. "We're going places!"

Scene 2: Mom has called in some favors and enrolled Marco in a paralegal training program.  Do you need to call in favors for that?  Can't anyone enroll? "But Mom, I already have a job!"  "It doesn't pay anything.  You're 22 years old: start taking your life seriously, and start paying me rent!"   Settle, dude.  You know how many famous make-up artists there are out there?  

Scene 3: At the mall, Marco sees his idol, Madolyn, looking at a display of her own products. She explains that she's doing important research in her customers' buying habits.  It's not just about the make-up, dude.  "I'm a customer!"  "Ok, let's see what you got.  Give me a makeover."  

Marco goes to work, while criticizing his idol's make-up! Smooth move, dude. It's not selling.  Customers consider it safe and banal.  They want fantasy.  "When I do my makeup in the morning, I want magic!  I want to feel like a star!"  

Madolyn is mesmerized.  No one has criticized her for 20 years. "You have some important things to say about makeup.  Want a job?" 

Scene 4:  Marco going to work in a glass-and-steel skyscraper.  At least he gets to wear his high heels and a totally femme hairstyle.  The first assistant, Venetia, introduces him to Madolyn's son Chad (Zayne Phillips, top photo), who is in a meeting while running on a treadmill....with his shirt off....um, his muscles gleaming....um...does he need a personal assistant?  

"Is this the superstar Mom hired from the mall?" Chad asks. Superstar?  I thought he was just opinionated.  Then he criticized Marco for wearing heels: "I'm gay, but I'm not...gay."  The word you're looking for is "femme," as in the Grindr ads: "No femmes, no fats."

Next on the tour: Product Design, and another gay guy, Ben (Michael Hsu Rosen, left), who trips all over his tongue while trying ineptly to flirt.  "He gets like this when he's excited," his coworker explains.  "I don't get like anything when I'm excited, which I'm not," he stammers.  "But I could be."  Dude, are you talking about your penis?

Next up: Social Media Influencer Alyssa, and her assistant Nowhere, a 1960s hippie.  "I'm an influencer, too!" Marco exclaims.  "Yes, but you just have 1,000 followers, and half of them are bots."

Finally Madolyn's office, with all of her awards, magazine covers, mirrors, and make-up.  I'm getting flashbacks to Wilhemina Slater on Ugly Betty. except Madolyn seems much nicer.  Marco the Dope criticizes her again: "You seem very...comfortable!"  "I beg your pardon?  I take chances!  I'm cutting-edge!"

Scene 5: Marco telling his followers about his first week, sugar-coating the slapstick mishaps that we see in a montage.  The First Assistant Venetia discusses with her friend: "He's flopping like a Katy Perry single."  "Good -- then our jobs are secure. If he were doing a good job, we'd have to sabotage him."

Left: Michael Rosen's rear

Scene 6:Madolyn criticizing Super Hunk Chad's ideas for the new line.  "This is exactly what we send to Sephora every year.  We need to be bold -- take chances." 

Chad: "Or we could just sell the company to World-Famous Make-Up Company and be rich(er).  You could even stay on as Creative Director, and I could do something besides sell...ugh...makeup."  Chad's going to be the Big Bad.

More mega-hunks after the break

Scene 7: Marco has the job of picking up the super-important product prototypes and bringing them to the office for the Big Presentation.  He gets into the wrong Uber, and complains to the real passenger, a very muscular Straight Guy (Graham Parkhurst), who takes an Uber to the gym every day, about his various job mishaps.  Straight Guy consoles him.  

Whoops, he left the very important prototypes in the Uber.  There's no way to track them down, since he got in the wrong Uber. Wait -- wouldn't the Uber driver have turned them in at the company office?   Madolyn wants to forgive him, but Super-muscular Chad insists on firing him. 

Scene 8:  Ben, the coworker with the huge crush on Marco, talks to his friend: "Now that he's fired, I could ask him out, but I won't because it would be weird and creepy.  But just in case, do you have his number?"  This is definitely like Ugly Betty, where every straight guy working in an office full of supermodels fell instantly in love with the "ugly" girl.  Well, not Daniel, but they had a "will they or won't they" thing going on for several years.

Meanwhile, Mom tells Marco to fight to get his job back.  The Straight Guy probably picked up the prototypes.  You know what gym he goes to, and the time of day: go find him!  

Left: Straight Guy butt

Scene 9:  Pretending to be a rich white guy, Marco buys a gym membership, with the proviso that he can back out if he's dissatisfied.   Girl, high heels to the gym?  He pretends to work out forever, but Straight Guy never shows up, so he hits the locker room (actually, a lot of semi-private dressing rooms).  And there he is, dawdling at the mirror, wearing only a towel! 

Straight Guy gazes at Marco like he's a pork chop.  "I...um...left something in the Uber yesterday." "I've got something for you right here."  He fumbles with his towel.  Psych!  He's actually heading to his locker to retrieve the prototypes.

"And, by the way, I'm not straight. And here's my number. Bye."  He takes off his towel, flashes his butt, and heads for the showers. 

Scene 9:  Everyone stares as super-fired Marco marches through the office and into Madolyn's meeting to present the prototypes.  Chad scoffs, but Madolyn wants to hear his speech: "I'm not perfect.  I'm bad at math, the oldest movie I've seen is Titanic, and I don't know who Cher is.  But I can learn.  I can grow.  The question is, can you?"  He then criticizes the prototypes as garbage.  Madolyn is impressed; he's re-hired If you want him to advise you on make-up, hire him as a consultant, not a gopher. 

Chad scoffs.  "Curses! Foiled again!" 

Left: Nick Fink, who appears in the cast list but is not in this episodeScene 10:  His first job: fetching coffee and a Vogue for Madolyn and First Assistant Venetia.  Uh-oh, he's sharing an elevator with Ben, the guy with the major crush on him!  He fumbles and stutters until Marco takes pity and asks him out.  Ben melts in ecstasy, then catches himself: "Um..yeah, I guess that'd be cool.  Hit me up." 

Cut to First Assistant Venetia running into Chad in the bathroom.  Venetia is worried that he'll take her job, and Chad, that he'll tank the company with his newfangled ideas. They come up with a plan to "ruin that twink." The end.

Beefcake:  Chad and Parker (Straight Guy), plus a few gym hunks.

LGBTQ Characters: Marco, Chad, Parker, Ben, and -- well, just about everyone.

Femme: No one is bothered in the least by Marco's femme gender presentation.  In fact, it appears to be something of a turn-on to the more masculine-presenting guys. 

Make-Up:  There are a lot of "make-up is the most important thing in the world" manifestos, but we don't actually learn much about make-up.  Why is Madolyn's brand outdated?  What the heck is a gondola?  At least in Ugly Betty, we were told the difference between bad and good fashion.

My Grade: It's rather fun watching a boy be as femme as he wants to be with no kickback, and the hunks competing for his attention are stunning.  I'm just worried that the office-politics plotlines will be a bit old-fashioned.  A-

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Mighty Solars Scene: Mega Pupa First Transformation

Mighty Pupa starts growling, which brought a concern to the family

Sonya/Nighthowler: Is Pupa okay?

Korvo/Quasarblast: I’m not sure.

Terry/Mighton: What’s wrong honey?

Jesse/Fung-irl: Pupa?

Phoebe/Starburst: You okay Pupa?

Mighty Pupa lets out a roar of rage.

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: growling

Yumyuyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Aw man this doesn’t look good! Is that what’s gonna be like when Jesse and I turn into our own monster forms for the first time one day?

Mighty Pupa starts glowing.

Terry/Mighton: Pupa?

Jesse/Fung-irl: Yeesh. Hope that doesn’t happen when Yumyulack and I become our own monster selves one day.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Hopefully!

Sonya/Nighthowler: Um, why is Pupa glowing?

Mighty Pupa then starts growing as he turns red. Mighton gasps.

Jesse/Fung-irl: Holy shit! Pupa’s red!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: More like red with anger!

Sonya/Nighthowler: What’s happening Korvo?!

Korvo/Quasarblast: It’s worse than I feared!

Mighty Solars: What?!

Quasarblast sighs.

Korvo/Quasarblast: Guys I think the Pupa-

Suddenly Mighty Pupa roars again.

Korvo/Quasarblast: What the fuck?! Why is he roaring?!

The Pupa, now a Mega Pupa, growls at the Mighty Solars. He then grows sharp teeth and develops spikes from his back as he roars. His eyes even glow red as he growls.

Terry/Mighton: Oh no! Pupa!

Quasarblast starts sobbing.

Nova/Heartstar: Oh Korvo…

Korvo/Quasarblast: This is my fault. I knew about it but-

Mega Pupa roars. Then, Ms. Quasar came.

Janiz/Ms. Quasar: Korvo! I’m here!

Terry/Mighton: Janiz?!

Korvo/Quasarblast: Sis! You came and you are wearing the suit that looks exactly like mine but girlier.

Janiz/Ms. Quasar: The name’s Ms. Quasar!

Ms. Quasar does her own superhero pose then looks at Mega Pupa, who just gotten monstrously muscular.

Sonya/Nighthowler: Auntie Janiz! Help! Mighty Pupa has turn into a giant monster!

Janiz/Ms. Quasar: I got this!

Ms. Quasar changes color into red and scans Mega Mighty Pupa. She then grows amazed by the results and decided to her family.

Janiz/Ms. Quasar: Guys! Pupa is really half Mega Pupa!

The Mighty Solars gasp. Fung-irl faints..

Stacy G/Spikerella: Baby bears! helps Fung-irl What does that mean?

Janiz/Ms. Quasar: It means he can turn into a giant Pupa at will. But his temper is also the cause of his transformation.

Terry/Mighton: Wow! That scientist guy really did enraged him he try to experiment on us!

Janiz/Ms. Quasar: Yep.

Korvo/Quasarblast: FUCK!!! punches a wall with angry tears in his eyes

Janiz/Ms. Quasar: Whoa! Easy bro!

Quasarblast feels an intense headache as his fingertips turn black.

Miss Frankie/Night Saw: Whoa! He’s transforming into his Super Shlorpian self again!

Korvo/Quasarblast: Fuck! Here we go AGAAAAAAAIIIIIIIINNNNNNNN!

Quasarblast grows bigger and muscular as his suit rips then his wings pop out from his back and then his horns appear on his head while his eyes glow aquamarine. Super Shlorpian Quasarblast then roars. Mighton blushes and grows smitten.

Terry/Mighton: Damn Korvy, you look more buff and thicc as ever

Super Shlorpian Quasarblast chuckles seductively

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Quasarblast: Not as hot as your Mundane form you big horny handsome hunk.

Mega Mighty Pupa roars again, which caught Super Shlorpian Quasarblast’s attention.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Quasarblast: I got this!

Mighty Solars: You do?!

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Quasarblast: Just watch me!

Super Shlorpian Quasarblast then flies up to Mega Mighty Pupa, who growls at him.

Mega Pupa/Mighty Pupa: roars

Super Shlorpian Quasarblast then starts soothing Mega Mighty Pupa’s face as he calms down his baby.

Mega Pupa/Mighty Pupa: P-Papa?

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Quasarblast: Shh… it’s okay Pupa… daddy’s here… shh…

Mega Mighty Pupa starts crying as tears fall down his eyes. Super Shlorpian Quasarblast gasp and continues soothing and consoling precious baby. Mighton starts bawling. Then, he hugs Mega Mighty Pupa. The super siblings then hug their baby brother as they console him.

Sonya/Nighthowler: Oh don’t cry Pupa. We’re here for you.

Jesse/Fung-irl: We’re here for you, Pupa.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: It’s gonna be okay.

Phoebe/Starburst: We’re here for you honey…

Mega Mighty Pupa smiles and shrinks.

Mighty Solars: Pupa!

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: Family!

The Mighty Solars hug their Pupa as he starts crying again but Quasarblast consoles and soothes him.

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: crying Papa! Papa!

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Quasarblast: It’s okay.

Mighty Pupa hugs Super Shlorpian Quasarblast.

Jesse/Fung-Irl: There’s the Mighty Pupa we know and love.

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 5: The Princess Joins Up

Just from the episode title alone, I know my boy Sven is about to be tossed out like TRASH

I wonder what Zarkon wants with Allura, Lotor hasn't been introduced yet so maybe just a political prisoner or something

All the guards and prisoners are like ??? because haggar swears she'll upgrade the winner of this next gladiator fight so they can go against voltron if they didn't push the "all the soldiers were robots not people" narrative so much I'd agree but one of them asked how she could improve robots,, many ways sir and it's worse because she uses magic

Again some of these robeast and alien designs are so cool, very creative and reminds me biology is a suggestion when it comes to making a new species

A look into haggar lab, interesting actually it's just being used as a torture chamber where she infuses magic into them while they're still awake to feel the pain, horrifying

On Arus again, now it's the team calling out to the remaining Arusians into the tunnel to give them safety in the castle AND LANCE ALMOST FALLS OFF A CLIFF, GREAT START It's ok Keith grabs him before he dies

Pidge and Hunk are also trying to convince some people to come by, too bad their main selling point is wanting their cooking because it doesn't work with them either

I couldn't find a gif of the team sitting on this brick wall which I thought was super cute, and I don't want to screenshot that rn, so now it's up to imagination but fr trust me the team are all cuties

"I hate to give [Allura] the bad news :(" to "Sorry! No one wants to help!" PIDGE A LITTLE MORE TACT PLEASE LMAO

Something interesting, Hunk points out that they can't use Voltron to outright attack Zarkon and Allura agrees because he's a defender Knowing that they defeat everyone at the end after outright attacking castle doom, it seems kind of ironic BUT ALSO in Voltron Force (2011) we get an episode that revisits this legit subject and answers why or why not that would change That'll be a fun episode to review when I get to it

Again why would he want Princess Allura so bad, political prisoner is my best idea here This is probably where the Keith/Allura shipping started because after Coran mentions that Keith is super quick to threaten violence against the guy if he tries to touch her I mean ignoring the fact that it's one of the more obvious pairings lol

An attack! And they destroyed that satellite dish thing that Sven and Allura just finished building, rip

They routinely call the lions "space lions" which I guess makes sense but if Earth or at least the GG have been in contact with aliens for god knows how long it feels like it's kind of redundant to specifically say they're from space

Again with the GoLion references, I don't remember it being this abundant it's just them saying the name GoLion btw, nothing subtle LMAO

This week's robeast is called the Dieklops! They named this one pretty well, so there's some hope for the future, This one is heavier than the last one at only 4100 short tons!

I like to think that the team fights in the lions first before forming Voltron because they're trying to see what it can do, and it's a lot easier to annoy a robeast into showing its cards when there's more of you

Activate interlocks, dynotherms connected, infracells up, mega thrusters are go! They finally did the chant this time! Maybe it's because I religiously rewatch Voltron Force (2011) but I expected them to say "Let's go voltron force!" but instead they just shouted Voltron that's ok too I guess

I didn't comment on the transformation sequence last time, but it's pretty cool because it reminds me of some frankenstein's monster type stuff especially because there are a lot of electricity crackles and zaps seen and heard when voltron forms

AND IM FREEEE FREEE FALLIN

Ok but actually though that's a really interesting landscape near the castle, pretty secure in case of ground attacks but what about when natural disasters hit? It probably isn't that safe

I know the show just pulls phrases out of its ass to sound futuristic but "nucleonic circut" is wild

Alfor CREATED voltron?? Again I'm twisting it to my own version because I can't trust them telling a linear story here, but my thinking is that after Voltron was officially split into five, Alfor later discovered them and had them slowly rebuilt as mechs which is why they form like this now

Man these guys suck at dodging

oh shit now the castle is getting taken apart I know what happens next but it's still wild

HELLO?? CORAN WHY WOULD YOU TELL HER TO SURRENDER WHEN YOU SAID THAT ZARKON NEVER BACKS DOWN

I think it's a nice touch that Voltron has expressions whenever he fights, kind of hints at his magical nature even though in this show they're just treated as machines and nothing more

Alfor ex machina returns and confirmation that Zarkon is the one who killed Alfor

Goodbye decrepit old castle of Arus, hellooo new futuristic version!

OH SHIT WATCH OUT ALLURA STAYS STRAPPED ok maybe I was wrong about this episode being the one where Sven gets nerfed

Robeast is defeated but as Allura monologues they show a slide show of all the lions with their pilots on top, except the first one we see is blue and Allura on top lol that must've been weird for kids who saw it air

Episode end! Another short one it feels like, or is it because it was such a simple premise This is the last one for tonight, and hopefully I'll be able to do one tomorrow, but it's my busiest day of the week :/

[mushroom-for-art]

More multiverse things, Syn belonging to @seasidemew witnesses the horrors known as Intrusion au and he goes ooooh that's going in my basket

Au ventures

Syn observed the gateway to another dimension it shimmered and crackled like lightning, his tail swished behind him before he slowly passed through. The passageways in this area were usually only one way, not allowing the entities from in the other worlds through because they were considered too dangerous and he wanted to know how bad it really was or if it was just some weaklings over exaggerating. Besides apparently it was a point of interest involving the two mewtwo he'd become curious of.

The rain harshly bit into his skin cold and heavy as the sky rumbled fully blackened, a quick psychic shield helped shelter from the worst of it as he sneered. A blur shot past just in front of him and he vaguely made out glowing yellow, he didn't get to think long as the body was slammed back into the ground by another with a swift downwards kick. They floated in place a short stubby tailed mewtwo, could've been May but the coloring was off as though she was graying sickeningly like, large scars like a claw down her face over her eye a ghostly purple with flecks of glow and the eye itself deep gray with a frantic white pupil that flicked to look at him. The individual started to slowly turn their head to look at him, the other half of their face covered by a robotic helmet.

He readied energy in his palms to use, if they wanted a fight he'd give it they looked like they had plenty energy to take after all. A dark blue hand grabbed their ankle causing them to look before they were slammed down from the sky into the ground, he slowly lowered his hands in some disappointment following the elongated stretched arm to its owner. He smirked recognising the jagged chest crystal, so Darkness was here and mega at that. She didn't let go as her body turned swinging her arm and the person she was holding onto her arm snapping through tree trunks from the sheer speed and force of her momentum before the body of the person slammed into the side of a small rocky mountain.

Her arm retracted back to its usual size as she leapt into the air flying around to the dusty crater she'd created in the mountain hands becoming fists and upon the first sight of the other still inside of the dip her arm shot forward punching straight into their form, pulling back as the other shot out striking again and again and again the sound of bones crunching and flesh being pulverized being beyond audible as he observed with some surprise. He knew Darkness was capable of killing and she'd committed quite a few crimes from what he could gather but even he felt as though the repeated beating of this no doubt fleshy puddle of an individual was a bit excessive.

Her fists were covered in blood and hunks of flesh by the time she finally finished, her tail swaying as she watched the plumes of dust and smoke billow and shift in the gusts of wind. She winced mega form shattering as she grasped at her chest, he could make out bruising even on her dark skin amongst many wounds, clearly he'd arrived at the end of the fight. He moved to go converse to learn what was happening when he spotted the bloody mass twitch.

Their insides were blackened as their body twitched, an arm snapped back into place, repairing itself as their body began to slowly sit up before laughing.

"You think that I just get to die now," he knew that voice, the infectious positive tone now cold bitter and harsh biting with her words as the metal mask fell off of her face in chunks revealing a brown eye. "After all I've dealt with, you think you just get to tell me that's enough as though you have a moral high ground to stand on?" May stood her body still bruised but repaired from the bloody state it had been in.

She lunged forward though he barely registered her move stopped only by a protect barrier weakly formed around the other shadow Pokémon, May swung her tail slamming it into and then through the boundary once more sending Darkness hurtling through the sky right into the ground. She shot upwards as Darkness lay in the dirt with a pained groan. Before she could move May plummeted down slamming feet first into the soft flesh of her sisters stomach forcing out a choked scream as organs ruptured inside her body.

He watched in morbid curiosity as a glow saw May holding down Darkness' chest and arm under her mega evolved foot the other planting itself in the ground as a large hand wrapped the head of the dark hued mewtwo. Darkness pawed with one hand at her sisters arm, crying out in despair as she attempted to move her legs wanting to kick and shove only to find she couldn't.

Darkness started to whimper and cry her grasping becoming desperate choked struggled breaths of pleading and begging attempting to struggle to free her other arm to do anything, he only realized what was happening as he heard the sounds of cracking, Mays hand squeezed compressed and crushed the head of her begging sister an eyeball began to pop from it's socket before with a finally crack and squelch her hand closed into a fist as Darkness stopped moving.

Blood seeped out from the space between her thumb and first finger before her hand slowly opened fingers coated in blood bits of splintered bone and the muscle known as the brain before her flat palm slammed into the ground effectively splattering what was left across the mud. Her bloodied hand lifted and hovered over the crystal still glowing brightly in the chest. Psychic energy covered it and ripped it from the corpse as she stepped off of her sisters body pressing her weight into the shoulder as she shifted causing it to pop, shattering the bone as her feet stepped into the wet mud.

"I know you're in there, can you sense me?" The crystal floated in front of her dripping blood, "hm… this is goodbye." Her mouth opened slowly with black flames waving and flaring out past her lips before she exhaled, the fire flew from her mouth engulfing the synergy crystal that was Darkness, roaring and swirling into the air it reached into the world with it's locks of heat before sizzling away into the rain to nothing leaving behind in the place of the once dazzling yellow orange crystal a dull gray lump devoid of any aura or energy signature. Quietly it splintered and crumbled to dust as she turned her palm letting the last of her sister join the dirt as her body returned to its natural state.

Syn lent backwards where he hovered, processing what he had witnessed, watching the blood mix into the mud and dirt with the rain, the body of the other shadow Pokémon lying there limp and quickly cooling. He looked to May or whatever she'd become as the other looked back with direct eye contact. Hands grabbed his shoulders and he was yanked backwards.

He hit the flooring hard as he was half thrown backwards groaning at the bump which turned into a growl as he snapped his head up, "what was that for?!-" his words quickly died as he stared at the May he recognised stood in front of the gateway. She turned her head to look at him slowly, both eyes brown thankfully.

"You're not meant to go into those other universes without a tether or someone to bring you back, you could've become added to that world." Her usually bright bubbly tone was a bit quieter and more serious than usual. She moved over to him, walking and held her hand out to him. "Sorry for throwing you like that, I saw you go through and worried you might have already become too intertwined to come back without a fight." He took her hand as she helped pull him up, registering the strength and grip of her hold.

His expression melted into that of calm and confidence, "nice to know you worry about me," his eyes scanned her over seeing her expression turn unimpressed. "Thank you, for the lifeline out of there." She raised an eyebrow but seemed to accept it, sighing as she took her hand back turning towards the building and after a beat he moved to follow.

"So, have you ever been through that passageway?" He inquired, wondering what she knew of that world and what she could tell him.

"I don't need to, a version of me already exists in there, and so I know everything that she knows."

"Was that you that I saw?"

"Yes," her tone was somber, her expression falling slightly as he regarded her.

"You must hate her for what she did then? And whatever else she's done." He couldn't help but prod at the subject to see what information that she would give, after what he just witnessed he was overflowing with questions, from what he gathered of her she was very protective of her family so what changed? He needed to know. What could drive her to such brutality. His curiosity was between caution and morbid intrigue to learn how far she could be pushed. A May with such durability and coldness joined in a hivemind with him would be certainly something.

"I can't hate her, I know what she's been through, I have felt it all from the emotions to the pain. I pity her and hope one day her hurting stops even if she's done horrible things. She's me, after all," May turned her head and for a moment her eye was gray, her white pupil meeting his, "she hates herself enough." with a blink her eye was brown and she stepped into the building leaving his line of sight.

Syn hovered outside with more questions than answers, but he did know one thing, the more he learnt the more he wanted to know. He shook his head floating into the building, maybe he could learn more from Darkness.

[none-shall-caricature-me]

The random bodyguards, thugs and operatives in BSD are the only ones who look they they could hold their own in a realistic no - holds - barred brawl.

Any character of consequence, male or female, is such a mega - twink compared to them even if said character's a trained fighter.

For example, just compare the mafia henchmen to Kunikida, Tecchou, Fukuzawa, Mori, Yosano or Higuchi. In real life those randos would probably snap all these ikemen in half. Yeah, said ikemen could make up for the size difference with skill, but why not have both skill and actual muscle if you're to make a living fighting crime and world - ending threats ? Can't always rely on your abilities in an emergency you know.

Yeah I know it's probably cuz of dumb Japanese beauty standards. I say dumb because I prefer some more realism in noir graphics.

Like. Do they really expect us to believe that fucking Dazai could actually manage to knock off that swole wrestler with a kick to his head in the Entrance Exam light novel ? When said wrestler has an incredibly tough skull and is like thrice Dazai's size ? And works out a fuckton regularly while Dazai merely runs around and fills his stomach with trashy canned food and alcohol ? Please.

It makes absolutely NO sense that a bunch of twinks who canonically have BMIs in the 19 - 22 range could defeat a bunch of professional hunks with well over 24 BMI (because muscle is heavier than fat, many swole people tend to have heavy BMIs even though they're fitter than any slim person). It's all dumb spectacle.