#maybe keep the volume down to start with tho

[buildarocketboys]

btw if you somehow in the year of our lord 2023 haven't listened to elbow's seminal, mercury prize-winning 2008 album the seldom seen kid then what are you doing?! go listen to it right now!

[whateveriwant]

might I request how tf 141 tries to turn you on maybe? Sorry kind of a weird request you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to ;-;

Not a weird request at all, anon! Hope you enjoy! 18+ only, GN!Reader

Price

Three words: full body massage

That man loves to get his hands on you, and it doesn’t even have to be sexual in nature, honestly. Any opportunity to touch you, to caress you, to help ease the tension from your body, he’ll gladly take it (and if afterwards you’ll let him ease himself into you, well, that’s just an added bonus 😉)

He might use special rollers or electric massagers sometimes, but mostly he just sticks to those big, strong hands of his

He'll start by slicking up his palms with some oil, warming it up before he applies it to your skin

Beginning with your shoulders, he’ll slowly work his way down your body, paying special attention to the areas you need most targeted

Aside from those tender spots, he’ll also be sure to focus on a few of your more erogenous zones, namely your thighs and your ass (he's an ass man for sure)

By the time he's finished, you're all supple and pliant before him, but there’s something else too – a sort of warm, fluttery feeling in your gut

Luckily, he knows just the remedy for that sensation. And oh! Would you look at that? You're already in his favorite position: prone

Ghost

We all know he tends to be a man of few words, and this applies to every environment he finds himself in

…At least, every environment outside the bedroom, that is

Because when he's in the mood, you best hold on tight to your pants if you don't want them flying off from how he talks to you (but, I guess, your pants coming off is his end goal anyway)

You'll just be going about your day, minding your business, when you'll get a call from him while he’s “busy” at work

He'll start off casual at first, inquiring about your day, your plans for the night, etc., but it won't take long for the conversation to steer to the real reason for his call: to describe the way he's going to fuck you when he gets home

He'll go into excruciating, toe curling detail about all the things he's going to do to you; just how good he’s going to fuck you until you forget your own name

I hope you're not in public when you take his call, otherwise you better have the poker face of a lifetime if you don't want to make a scene in front of several dozens of witnesses

Gaz

He's a big romantic at heart, so rather than just going straight for the bedroom, he'll slowly work his way up to it over the course of the evening

First, he'll treat you to a nice dinner – either by cooking it himself or by taking you to that fancy restaurant you love but think is much too expensive for every day dining

Beneath dimmed, romantic lighting, together you'll share a delicious meal, a glass or two of wine, and of course a tasty dessert to cap it all off

The conversation will be light and pleasant (nothing unbecoming whatsoever), but while he might not outright voice the plans he has for you later in the night, that look he keeps giving you from across the table speaks volumes

When you’ve finished your meal and gradually made your way back home/to the bedroom, even then he still isn't done buttering you up just yet

He'll put on some slow music, maybe light a couple candles to really set the mood, even draw you both a bath if you're feeling up to it

Once he does finally take you to bed, it'll be a seamless transition from an evening overflowing with desire and passion

Soap

‘Subtlety’ is not really a word in his vocabulary, so most of the time when he's horny, he's just turning to you and asking if you want to fuck

However, sometimes when you need a little more build up than that, he has a few tried and true methods he knows will work you up

He'll change so that he’s walking around your flat wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. Wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, mind you

Whilst wearing said sweatpants, he'll proceed to stretch and flex around you, showing off all those muscles he knows you love, as well as highlighting a few other assets he knows drives you crazy (i.e. bulge printtttt 😍)

He'll then get really touchy with you, starting innocent at first – brushing an eyelash from your cheek, straightening the neck of your shirt – before he gets more and more brazen with his petting

And when he's real close like that, leaning right into your ear, he’ll mutter soft praises to you: telling you how beautiful you look, how good you smell, how soft your skin is where he’s touching just there

By the time he finally goes to ask if you want to have sex, he doesn't even get the words out before you're jumping him like a wild animal. All according to plan…

[xenteaart]

the hard way

pairing: vampire!chris x to be vampire!reader genre/warnings: dark romance, mean chris, angst? kinda dead dove, mentions of death, blood and a lil gore (not too graphic tho imo), it's okay in the end??? and they're in love plot: reader is getting turned into a vampire and it's not as cool as she imagined author’s note: obvsly heavily inspired by railway and that SPITTING SCENE. idk it's prolly gonna flop but i wanted to picture that process and a not so hot side of it

“no.” “why not?!” “because i told you so a million times already. we’re not discussing this.” chris spits out and furrows, growing more agitated with each passing second.

“what, you don’t want me to be equal to you?” you ponder desperately while your mind searches for any, any reason at all as to why chris won’t turn you. it’s been getting to you for the last couple of months, and you’re sure you’ve gone through every possible explanation your troubled brain could come up with: he doesn’t love you. he doesn’t wanna spend eternity with you. or maybe it’s a power thing. or, or, or...? this endless cycle of worry and uncertainty has been keeping you on edge for way too long to think clearly now. “gosh, it has nothing to do with equality,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “what is it then?” “drop it.” you snap. “we’ll have to find out the hard way, then.”

you grab the nearest kitchen knife, and it turns out to be the one you use for cutting meat, a chef’s knife as they call it. how fitting. chris barely has enough time to catch up with your madness infused impulse, and when he turns his gaze back to you, the knife is already deep in your guts.

you thought it was gonna be romantic or somewhat dramatic at least. something from the movies where he sinks his vampire teeth into your neck, and just like magic — your eyes flash bright red, announcing the beginning of a new life.

“you dumb bitch,” he exhales shakily and somehow manages to catch you in time because the sharp pain in your stomach makes you lose your balance instantly. you’re still bitter and angry in the heat of the argument and you expect him to be the same way, but when you glance up, chris looks nothing but panicked. “that’s a new look on him,” you think, and it confuses you.

chris growls and sinks to his knees, carefully holding you and trying to move as fast as possible. what you don’t know is that turning can only be done in around thirty seconds since fatal injury. that might explain the rushing and chris’s pure bambi eyes panic but your consciousness is already starting to drift away to hold onto that train of thought.

chris bites into his wrist with unmasked fury, tearing and ripping his own veins even though using a knife would have been much cleaner. probably less painful, too. “swallow. now! come on, don’t you fall asleep on me now, focus!” he grabs your face and presses hard on the jaw joints, making you open your mouth like a puppet doll.

the sickly metallic taste of your own blood at the back of your throat from the internal bleeding mixes up with chris’s thick blood that he generously spits into your mouth, and you want to throw up. your head feels dizzy as your eyelids are getting heavier, your hearing suddenly fails completely as if someone turned the volume down from ten to zero. limbs are falling weak, and the pins and needles in them are so, so far from pleasant.

the thing about turning is... you actually have to die first. be fully, completely gone to be able to come back changed and corrupted, turned to the extent of your DNA having been violently rewritten. that you did not think through enough. the muscles in your throat contract almost on reflex, swallowing and gagging on the gooey salty substance, making your chest heave while coughing strangles you further. the tingles and nausea are so overwhelming and all consuming you actually catch yourself thinking dying would be a relief now. and then it follows as you wished.

you doze off for god knows how long but, by the looks of it, it can’t have been more than a few minutes because as you regain consciousness, chris is still looming over you, his own blood fresh on his lips. he’s blurry, though, everything is.

“come on, suck on me. c’mon, baby, there we go,” he coos as he brings his wrist to your lips, forcefully pressing it into your mouth and leaving you with little to no choice. the phrasing, unlike usual, doesn’t sound dirty or hot now, more like a life-saving command while you’re still so out it. it feels good, though, chris’s blood.

it doesn’t taste so metallic and gross anymore, and the texture feels almost soothing on your dry throat, like hot honey milk on a friday evening. suck, gulp, suck, gulp, suck, it almost lulls you back into serenity, some primal instinct of being attached to your only life line, finding comfort in someone’s warmth and touch and taste.

you wonder how much you’ve drunk already and whether chris will have anything left but you’re so, so thirsty you can’t even bring yourself to care.

what finally makes you stop is the sudden sharp ache in your gums. it feels so piercing the aftershocks are almost reaching your brain and eye sockets, and as you feel your old teeth fall out, a pair of longer fangs cuts through and settles into the upper teeth row. hot tears are stinging your eyes and you whine like a wounded deer, still unable to speak properly. it’s all too much, and you start to regret what you’ve done, and maybe, just maybe that’s why chris so passionately refused to put you through it. this kind of hunger and the animalistic, blood thirst driven rage were never something he wanted to inflict upon you.

your entire body is shaking but it’s not really a fearful tremor, more like restlessness, a new sort of “itch” somewhere deep, deep inside that you’ve never experienced before, the feeling so intense and soul wrenching you simply can’t disobey it. it makes you want to jump up and run.

“don’t worry, i’ll teach you how to handle it.” chris cups your face after taking off his leather gloves so you can feel the comfort of his actual skin. the touch is calming, but barely enough compared to that growing desire and need to satisfy the itch. “you stupid crazy cunt, why do you never listen,” he whispers into your forehead, his lips lightly brushing over your cold sweat covered skin, as he holds you closer, squeezing you against his chest in a protective manner, though the real danger to yourself is now planted within you.

[danrifics]

good morning i have slept a total of 2 hours here’s my spoiler breakdown for terrible influence antwerp

they start by playing a text to speech voice who welcomes us and the straight boyfriends and the dads (they’re a bit obsessed with the dads i’ll be real) the voice tells us if we film she’s gonna sue are asses. text to speech lady she is an icon

dnp come out and they’re like yo this is cool it’s the first show, you guys are gonna see what we’ve been up to and then they’re like it’s the first show so we can use you guys to decide if we change anything

they they’re like there’s probably people in the audience who don’t really know us so they do a 15 years of dan and phil lore breakdown with dolls of themselves in little set of iconic dnp locations (made by pj and sophie btw) they put these sets in a table in front of a camera and it shows on the big screen, (for 1 section of this the screen doesn’t work for the first part lol) also phil makes the dolls kiss and they also make the dolls hump the breakfast bar cos of course they do

i can’t remember what happens next or maybe it jumps right into the next thing i mention

they play a game show called role model or no-model which is a madlibs style game where you have to decide if the version of dan and phil the audience creates is a role model or not these are compared to real dnp. we had homophobic furry lawyer dan and linguistics dr phil wo has a thing for hamsters. just an fyi for this dan is really good at hearing what the audience is saying and phil is not at all and im pretty sure he made his up cos he couldn’t understand what we wanted

okay so after this iirc they start talking about the youtube landscape and what they’re gonna do after tour and how to keep people entertained and they go on a little adventure through different genres of youtube like minecraft lets plays, vtubers and then they pretend to be mr beast and pretend to give away a bunch of stuff that they don’t have, they cure us of any mental health issues and they cure us from being gay <3

then they decide to have a boxing match cos obvs that’s what youtubers do, they ask us to cheer for whoever they want to win and it has cool intro to it! i’ll be honest this boxing match goes on for entirely too long like it spans the end of the first half and the start of the second but they have like choreographed fighting and OMFG it’s very gay and like suggestive and they do many times look like they’re gonna have sex 😂 like one of phils moves is to hit dan with his ass while dan is holding him from behind so… yeah. anyway dan thought he won ours and then phil knocked him out with a tv, as he should!! also before they end the first half they’re having an insult match where phils tells dan hes gonna burn his house down only for dan to say they live in the same house and i was dying it was so funny, phil also calls dan a dickhead and this is where he also calls him a cunt and that’s how the first half ends. oh also phil has a fake 6 pack on and that’s the $300 dollar silicone btw

okay second half after dan is dead they have a sincere moment and then they’re like you guys keep telling us you want load of long unedited content and they ask us to tell them a topic to monologue about and someone shouts feet and they rant about feet lmao phil excitedly tells everyone he has a better wiki feet rating than dan

then dan goes on a rant about being discriminated against as a millennial (can’t remember how we got there) and phil gets bored and starts watching subway surfers and i’ll be real honest as a gen z i instantly got distracted by subway surfers and didn’t listen to what dan was saying (that was the point tho) and phil keeps turning up the volume and dan gets mad and he storms off

we have a nice sincere moment with phil but idk what tf it was cos neither did phil 😂

then suddenly a voice, oh here she comes, she asks if we’re ready to confess our sins and out comes sister daniel, everyone fucking loses it, if you heard me screaming so loud no you didn’t.

anyway they read some confessions (phil is father philip) and they read out a few including one from @dnphobe !!! phil has a water gun that he didn’t have when he was meant to and couldn’t find and then found and he was spraying it at people to cleanse them of their sins which is what they meant by people being in the splash zone btw also phil sprayed it at dan it was kinda cute

okay so they say they need to go and get changed and they head off stage and there’s a gag where they leave the microphone on and they’re purposely making it sound sexual and it’s so funny and then dan comes out and phil doesn’t cos he’s struggling with his leather fucking trousers that was a completely unscripted part for sure

then they talk about the hiatus a bit and how dan left us and they keep calling us their family and brb while i cry my eyes out

then they pull out a fucking banger of a song, like i can’t even explain to you how good it is, it has a fully like kpop style dance to it that im gonna fucking learn lmao and dan was so good at it like im not even kidding that man was pulling moves!! phil was doing great too btw but he definitely wasn’t as confident in it as dan was but damn it’s the best song yet imo!!

also i forgot to write the conspiracy bit because i forgot where in the show it is but on one of them they were trying so hard to make us say the opposite one but we were literally forcing tour bus on them and yes they confirmed they shared a bed on that tour bus!! and they played it off like its okay for friends to do that (cos it is) but they way they said it was that thing again where they blur the line a little so we know what they actually mean but still pretend they mean something else

okay some little things i remember that i didn’t write above

- “i can’t imagine my life without you”

- “it’ll be 15 years in december” (if you know you know)

- the absolute silence after they confirmed the bed thing cos none of us were actually expecting it

- dan had to prompt phil a little to remind him what to say next but it was very cute

- they kept looking at each other in *that* way

- phil lied to us about when norman died cos he had norman merch coming out

- sleepless night with phil 3 is fake!!

- they showed *that* video of phil asleep on the tour bus

- there were multiple times where i thought they’re gonna kiss right now???

-phil called dan kinda sexy

- ALL IS FORGIVEN, ANYTHING FROM THE LAST WE MIGHT HAVE DONE IS FORGIVEN THEY LOVE US WE ARE A FAMILY THEY ARE LITERALLY OUR DADS

[uglypastels]

Hello love!! Your #1 fan back again with another request 😋

Was wondering if you could do a Logan x Gothic reader where the reader is apart of the team but not liked all that much due to their closed off manner. Not being receptive to any sort of communication or touch with anyone. But that’s due to her not wanting to have a meltdown and hurting others. Her and Logan are in a secret relationship cause obviously they’re the same in terms of personality and past traumas. I’d love it if reader could have slight reality warping powers, so she wears gloves to keep from accidentally touching someone and hurting them.

There’s this party going on inside the mansion. Some sort of holiday or something (whatever you’d like!) but reader isn’t a huge fan of social gatherings so she goes outside, finding Logan on his bike. She talks to him about feeling bad for not trying harder to be more open but he reassures her that she didn’t need to change for anyone to like her. Especially not him. The night could end with them heading back to her room and doing who knows what lool

(You don’t have to write anything you’re not comfortable with!! Thanks again for reading tho! Take care 💚😙)

ahhh i love this. hope you like what i made of it <3

warnings: social anxiety, overstimulation (lights and sounds, get your head out of the gutter).

~ X-Men requests are Open ~ Masterlist ~

The mansion was buzzing with excitement. The school had suddenly turned into a sort of nightclub with music blasting from the speakers. The lights were swinging and crisscrossing in colourful beams. Mutants, intoxicated with excitement as well as alcohol, danced all around you, singing along to any song to come up. Before had even started, it had become too much for you. The loud noises, the smells, the lights. But you had also promised Rogue to show up and at least try to have a good time. 

Well, you weren’t. No matter how hard you tried, these things just weren’t for you. Like you promised, you had stayed out on the floor for a bit. Tried to let the music move you and dance a bit, but it was so crowded. With each bump on the arm or back, you just kept getting flashes of the people’s minds. And who knows what they saw when they touched you?

It was all a waste of time. You were just being a burden on those who simply wanted to let loose and have fun. 

So, as the rest partied, you slipped out. No one would miss you. The one person who maybe would wasn’t even there. Or so you thought.

‘Logan?’ you asked as you saw his silhouette shift through the corridors. He didn’t look up at the sound of his name, but it was clear he didn’t hear you above the volume of the party. 

‘Logan.’ you called again, picking up your page as you went after him. Through the corridors, the main hall, out the large oaken doors. He was just sitting down on his motorcycle as you reached him. ‘Where are you going?’

‘Out to get some milk.’ He grumbled, adjusting his grip on the handles.

‘You’re kidding me.’ you scoffed, rolling your eyes at his excuse. ‘You might be an old man, but not that kind.’

‘Watch it, bub.’ He warned you with a stern glare. ‘I just… had to get away from—

‘All of that?’ you finished the sentence, ‘Yeah, I get it.’ Neither of you was the social type, and perhaps that’s what brought you together in the first place. The quiet on the outskirts of chaos drew you closer.

He must have seen the sadness on your face, as not much later, he said, ‘care to escape with me, sugar?’

And as much as you immediately want to hop on that damned motorcycle of his and run away into the sunset with him, instead, you took a step back, wrapping your bare arms over yourself. ‘I— I don’t think that’s a good idea, Lo.’ You nearly whispered. ‘What if I accidentally give you some kind of vision and you drive us off a cliff.’

‘Give me some credit, sweets.’ He chuckled. ‘I can drive a bike.’

‘Even when,’ you gently touched his forearm, ‘the road looks like this.’ For a moment, the driveway of the mansion turned into a sunny beach in front of your eyes. Logan squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. You knew it wouldn’t do any good, but you let go of him and shut the hallucination off. 

Most of the time, you could control your powers, but it was still something you had to learn. The quirks and kinks were hard to get out. For example, make sure you don’t accidentally give people hallucinations when you come into contact with them.

‘We should get out there sometime,’ Logan said. You looked up at him in confusion as to what he meant, and so he clarified. ‘To the beach. For a getaway. Just you and me. What’ya say, hun.’

‘You’d want to go to the beach? With me?’ never had you expected Logan to suggest something like that. You tried to imagine him in a pair of swimming shorts, sun-kissed skin and water dripping— you blinked quickly, erasing the images from your mind before they’d take over. Still, even if it was a joke, the idea of Logan taking you away for a holiday filled your body with fluttering butterflies. 

Logan huffed out a smile as he got off his motorbike. ‘I’d take you anywhere you’d like.’ His hand found its way around your waist, and he pulled you closer. ‘Just say the word, sugar, and hop on.’

Your mind immediately went into a mode of protest, apprehension and fear taking over, but he silenced all of that with a kiss. When he held and touched you, all the voices and lights went quiet. It was just you and him.

the end.

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[the-traveling-poet]

it’s me again, and I’ve found an idea! Okay so, I’d like to request a Levi x lieutenant reader where the reader is sick but she is as stubborn as a mule and every time someone points that out she just brush it off some way, or elude the questions, until she feels so sick she can barely stand, and ask Levi for help? Thank you Lynn! 🤎🤎

Head-Cold

What started off as a slight cough and a runny nose, now consumed your every waking moment in the form of a head-cold. The worse you get, the more your friends and comrades worry for your health. But you’re fine, right? Your stubbornness to be seen by a medic doesn’t go unnoticed by your Captain, who takes matters into his own hands.

Pairing: Levi x Lieutenant!Sick!Reader

Warnings: Language, sick reader, mention of vomit SFW, fluff, xReader

A/N: Love this idea! Seriously tho the “I don’t need help I’m fine” trope that turns into the “Crush has to take care of you” trope? UNDEFEATED. Also this request is ironic cause I’m coming down with a head cold myself xD As always, if this doesn’t meet your expectations, I’ll rewrite whatever you prefer!

Enjoy~🤎

The moment you woke up feeling nauseous, you knew today was gonna be a great day.

Rolling out of your bed with a stuffy groan, you shuffled over to your private bathroom and took a look at yourself in the mirror. Crusty eyes looked back at you from your reflection, and a red nose drew attention to the color in your face, making you look fevered. Placing a hand on your forehead, you could nearly confirm this was the case.

Mumbling incoherently to yourself, you tried your best to clean yourself up before you had to make an appearance for the day. Before leaving your dorm room, you’d gone through at least ten tissues and wiped your face with a damp wash cloth nearly just as many times. With your hair pulled up neatly away from your face and your clothes adjusted properly on your frame, you put on your best ‘I’m fine’ face and strode out into the hall.

Steadying yourself on your feet, you slowly made your way down to breakfast with the others in your regiment, gliding your hand along the wall to keep your ever wobbling balance.

Shit…Light headed, dizzy, nauseous, runny nose…what’s next, a headache?

You entered the hall and found your way to the kitchens to grab a bowl of what appeared to be soup.

Thank god, maybe this’ll help my poor throat…

You scanned the room over with tired eyes and spotted your fellow superiors sat around their usual table. Stifling a yawn, you trudged over and plopped down near Hange and Nanaba.

“Lieutenant Y/N,” Commander Erwin greeted you formally from across the table.

“Mornin’ C’mander,” you replied back in a stuffy tone, rubbing slightly at your nose.

The conversation happening around you paused, but you were too busy suffering to notice until a hand placed itself on your shoulder. Looking over, you spotted Hange giving you a confused look.

“Y/N, dear…Is everything alright?” they asked.

“Yeah, why?” you asked with a raised brow.

“Y/N, you look sick. Are you sure you’re alright?” Nanaba pestered from your other side.

“Sick? Ehh…maybe. Nothin’ I cant handle doe.” You sniffled, your throat feeling worse from trying to talk in a volume they’d be able to hear you in.

“Maybe you should go to the infirmary…You shouldn’t attend to duties today if you’re ill. You’ll just make yourself worse and possibly spread it to someone else!” Hange’s assistant, Moblit, spoke up from the other side of the scientist.

“Nah, I’ve had a lot worse, so therefor I can’t complain. This won’t kill me.” you argued stubbornly, taking a sip of your soup to hopefully help with the aching pain there.

“You’re sick. I smell it on you.”

You looked up to see Mike joining your table, a bowl of soup in his big hands as he sat down across from Nanaba.

“I’ll be fiiiiiine,” you sniffled, ignoring their concern. You’ve dealt with many hardships in life, both physical and mental. A little head cold wouldn’t be your downfall.

Finally giving into your stubbornness, they dropped your case and resumed their previous conversations. You attempted to follow suit as you ate, but a sudden wave of nausea made you set your spoon back down with a nearly inaudible groan. Deciding you couldn’t stomach anymore, you went to stand on shaky legs and discard your bowl.

Normally you’d let one of the others have what you couldn’t eat, but if Mike was right (and his nose always was) about you being sick, you didn’t want to risk infecting anyone else. Ever you were the considerate one, despite your dismissal of your own issues.

Before you could leave the hall, you found Levi walking in with an empty cup in his hand. After refilling it, he sat near Erwin at your table. He caught your gaze, and you were quick to look away shyly.

“You look like shit,” he greeted.

“Mornin’ Levi,” you greeted back, now trying to hold in a sneeze. As Hange eagerly filled him in on your situation, you rolled your eyes and made to leave the mess hall.

Training wasn’t going to be fun…

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Only twenty minutes in, and you were sweating like a pig. In order to catch your breath, you’d had to resort to breathing through your mouth since your nose was completely plugged up and runny.

Great. Just great.

Your legs shook and your head spun as you got off the ground for the nth time. Taking several shallow breaths, you closed your eyes for a moment and silently prayed to anything that might be listening that the torture would end soon.

“Oi, Lieutenant.”

You snapped your eyes open with a muffled ‘huh?’ and came face to face with the gaze of a glaring Captain Levi. He was running the training course today. He stood several feet away from you, not wanting to come any closer after all Hange had told him.

“You shouldn’t be out here training, you’ll make yourself worse. Go to the infirmary,” he commanded.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you tried to reassure him breathlessly, wiping at your brow and nose.

He sighed, punching the bridge of his nose. “The one time I go easy on a brat and they refuse,” he mumbled to himself.

“That’s an order, L/N. Go.”

“You can’t orber me roun’. I’m a Lieutenan’.” Your stuffy voice was getting worse, paired with the scratching of your throat.

Another frustrated sigh left the Captain, but he really wasn’t in the mood to argue.

“Fine, have it your way. I was just trying to help, but if you want to make yourself worse, be my guest.”

As he started to walk off, you suddenly gasped and held at your mouth.

“Oh gob oh shid,” you mumbled, catching Levi’s attention. He turned back around, only to see you taking off in the opposite direction; a hand over your mouth and stomach.

He grimaced to himself, knowing immediately what was going on.

“Damn brat…”

Not wanting to vomit in front of everyone, you had raced back into HQ, desperately trying to hold down what little breakfast you’d managed to eat earlier. Throwing your dorm room open, you raced to the bathroom and barely made it to your personal bathroom before it all came back up.

You clutched the bowl of your toilet with shaky hands and coughed, grimacing as your throat burned. After brushing your teeth and cleaning up the bathroom, and yourself with a quick shower, you decided to finally take your friend’s advice.

Not to go to the infirmary, but instead to rest. Locked away in your room, you ignored the knocks and muffled voices at your door as you curled up under the blankets on your bed.

It may have been warm outside, but you were freezing. Despite the sweat that clung to your body, you attempted to rest.

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What felt like an eternity later, the sound of your door being messed with woke you up out of a deep sleep. Rubbing at your sweaty brow, you groaned as you saw your locked door handle twist.

Your door opened slowly, and with blurry eyes you could make out a head of raven hair. Shuffling under the covers, you looked over your shoulder to see Levi approaching your bed.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled sleepily.

“You missed lunch. And dinner,” he stated quietly, and it was only then you noticed a tray of food in his hands.

“Oh…What time is it?” you yawned, trying your best to cover your mouth and sit up, but the dizziness came back in full force, making you groan and lay back down.

“A little after eight,” he responded, setting the tray down on your bedside table.

“I tried to check up on you earlier, but you must have really been out of it.”

“How did you even get in here this time?” you asked with a raised brow. “I locked the door.”

“I picked the lock,” he stated in a ‘you seriously have to ask?’ tone of voice.

Shooting him a look of disbelief, you shook your head and attempted to sit up again.

“Why are you even in here? I’m sick. You might get sick.” You pointed out, knowing how skittish he was about germs.

With a sigh, he sat on the edge of your bed. “I decided to swallow my pride and make sure you didn’t die in here. Firstly, that’s a lot of paper work for me. Secondly, someone has to help your stubborn ass. Might as well be me.”

“And why’s that?” You pushed for more information, a smile slowly making its way onto your face. Though his face was turned away from you, you could make out a very faint pink hue blooming over his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Why not me?” he mumbled.

“Awe, you do care,” you chuckled, voice a little raspy still from sleep and your scratchy throat.

“Shut it, brat. You’re stuffy, and it’s annoying to listen to you talk. The sooner you become less annoying to me, the better.” he grumbled, shooting you a pointed look over his shoulder that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Starting to understand, you couldn’t help but grin. Maybe he did care a little more than he was trying to let on…

“You wouldn’t have had to hear me talk like this if you hadn’t come in here,” you pointed out teasingly.

He didn’t have a retort for this, so instead he sighed in annoyance and picked up the forgotten tray of food.

“Eat your damn soup already. And take some meds for god’s sake. I grabbed a couple bottles on the way up here.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the tray from him, your fingers lightly brushing against his hands. He stiffened slightly at the contact, but made no comment. Instead, he quietly observed you taking a sip of the warm soup. He refused to tell you, but you could tell this wasn’t something that had been served for dinner. He had to have made this himself.

For you…

“Thanks, Levi. I guess I could maybe use the help.” You smiled at him, scooting a little closer to where he sat.

“Yeah no shit, now eat.” He didn’t move away from you. Instead, he discreetly moved a little closer.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to ask for help from time to time, you supposed. Especially if being sick meant you got to spend some time with your favorite Captain…

[dragonblobz]

I haven't felt this inspired to write in actual YEARS. Is there anyone else here who likes Sunstreaker?

“This is gonna be GREAT. Vegas baby. Fucks sake.”

You spit the words like vitriol as you trudge along. The dry desert air seeming to suck the moisture from your mouth even as you curse.

You’ve always done everything right. You’ve always done what you’re told. Worked as hard as you could. Saved every penny. Hoping maybe to go back to college some day.

But then your world had crumbled around you. You got laid off. Diagnosed with diabetes. God but you miss those abominable soft sugar cookies with the icing you used to hate.

And you’re muttering this as you walk. Complaining simply because it makes you feel better. A bit of noise in the dry wind to keep you company as you trudge along the side of this seemingly endless desert highway.

You had a bit of a mental break. You can admit it. Life falls apart? Why not blow all of your carefully hoarded savings on a motorcycle for a solo trip to Vegas? Make a fortune?

“Blow the rest of my fuckn savings more like.” You mutter this before gagging and coughing up dusty phlegm.

You stop. Flex your shoulders. Reach into the bag slung over your shoulder to pull out your bottle of water and gaze at it longingly. Fiji brand. You remember seeing that big fat stupidly expensive bottle of water at the gas station miles ago. Thinking how stupid it was to pay almost 5 dollars for water. Buying it anyway because isn’t that the point? Throwing everything away? Living a little?

It's still completely sealed. And you’d gotten the big bottle. You watch droplets of condensation on the foggy bottle dribble down to moisten your fingers.

Better not. You’re thirsty but you’re certainly not dying. You tuck the bottle back into your bag and continue to walk. Cursing and continuing to mutter. Your fuckn EYEBALLS feel dry.

“Stupid fuckn Yamaha.” Another annoying dry cough.

The bike in question, Your shiny new, and by new of course you mean “gently” used, motorcycle is sitting on the side of the road miles behind you after refusing to start when you’d turned it off to step off the road to piss. You’d felt so FREE on it too……

“Fucking figures.” Why not? The rest of your life is shit after all.

You just keep trudging. It’s MILES to the next town. And nobody has driven past you. Hopefully if you just keep going, you’ll run into something…… SOMEWHERE…… by nightfall. You hadn’t bothered to study any of the landmarks or anything on g maps. Vegas or die trying you’d thought.

After a time, you just can’t mutter anymore. You’re just OVER it.

And that’s when you hear it……

A car engine. You’re no car person but you can still tell it’s a sports car. That whiny high pitched super horse power sound. The kind you can hear for miles before it actually reaches you. It’s coming from behind you. You’re on the highway shoulder.

You don’t bother to turn. Just keep trudging. Sticking your arm out with your thumb raised. Hitch hiking. Why not? It’s not like getting picked up by a stereotypical psycho is gonna be worse than anything else that’s happened to you in the past month. And you’re tired of walking. And the heat. Mostly the heat.

The car is going so fast that you stumble in the wind around it as it rips past you. It doesn’t  even slow down.  The screaming volume of it’s engine STILL making you jerk even tho you’re prepared for it. And you’re not even mad.

“I’m not a psycho I promise.” You whine. But you can’t blame them. You probably wouldn’t stop either.

The bright shocking yellow ass end of a tricked out Lamborghini grows distant along with the loud sound of it. There’s even a big engine jutting out.

“Famcyyyy.” You rasp. Asshole.

“Oh goddamnit.” You give up the ghost and crack open that Fiji.

Hours pass. The sun blasts down on you as it crosses it’s zenith. It’s windy but it’s almost WORSE because of it. Nobody else passes you.

When the wind dies away in the late afternoon, you audibly and verbally beg for its return. It feels like you’re in an actual oven.

“Fuckn christ….. Vegas or die I guess.” Another swig of the Fiji. You’re trying to conserve it. But half of it is gone. You have no idea if it’s possible to make out with water, but you intend to do just that the second you arrive at any human destination.

Suddenly, you hear it again. The growing unmistakable sound of a sports car. Coming towards you this time. You squint your dry ass eyeballs even as you jut your thumb out again.

It's shimmery and wavy and unreal at first. Like a mirage. But there’s no mistaking it. It’s a yellow Lamborghini.

“You gotta be fuckn kidding me……”

It’s the same Lamborghini too. There’s a big red weird symbol on its hood which you hadn’t seen the first time it’d passed you. But that big spoiler and that insane engine jutting out it’s ass end is unmistakable.

It's showing absolutely no sign of slowing. You know the dick head can see you. In their stupid air conditioned fancy ass interior.

“Hehe.”

You rotate your wrist. Flash the bastard a big fat throbbing bird as it blows past you. Middle finger standing proud.

“Fuk u. Hehe.”

Literally not even long enough for you to finish laughing at how stupid you are…… you hear the screaming of tires.

“Oh fuck…..”

Instinct takes over then. You burst into a run even as you hear the car’s engine roaring and more tire screaming. You know it’s turning around, and FAST, without looking.

“Shitshitshitshitshit.” Wheezing curses as you leave the road. You figure fancy pants isn’t gonna get out of their car to beat your ass if you make yourself inaccessible. It’s fuckn hot out here, after all.

You figure they’ve turned their car to just scare the shit out of you for flipping them off. And honestly it worked. You scramble up a hill then flop straight into a bramble of cactuses. Cacti?

“FACK!” It’s actually kinda funny. You’re laughing and gasping. Listening for the sound of the car driving off. Because of course it’s going to. Who’d drive their shiny ass Lambo off road?

This guy apparently……

“Oh….. FUCK…..” You can hear the spinning of sand and dust and the raging scream of a super tuned engine. You scramble out of the cactus blob and start running like the shit you are.

“FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK….”

You can hear the sand. The engine. It sounds like the car is struggling to go on. But it IS getting closer.

“SHITFUCKSHITFUCKSHITFUCKSHIT….”

It’s gonna hit you. You know it is. You see another ridge. Jump over it the split second that that car would have hit you.

Right. Into. Another. Cactus blob. You’ve got prickly pears in every fuckn hole.

“God McFUCK JUST RUN OVER ME ALREADY….”

You scramble free, spitting thorns, as you hear the roaring engine of the Lamborghini turning to clear the small ridge you’ve jumped over.

“FUCK THIS. JUST. FUCK IT.”

You turn. Spitting and screaming. Standing your ground. You’re just DONE. I mean it’s not like they’re actually going to KILL you right? Right???

The Lamborghini crests thru the sand towards you, the stuff flowing away from it like the waking waves of a ship. You scream and clench your fists and plant your feet. It’s a good fuckn day to die. You raise both fists and flip the fucker off as it comes.

It halts about 10 feet from you, engine purring like a glorious tigress. You’re just standing there like an idiot. Twin birds raised.

It’s a timeless moment. The Lambo purring as the dust settles around it. You gasping and flipping it off two fisted, suddenly glad it’s too dry for your body to be able to make piss for your pants.

Just that one moment, before it’s engine roars and it jerks forward. Stopping about three feet from you. You scream.

“FACKFACKFACK…”

Another roar. The bumper just slightly taps at your knees.

“FACKYOUFACKYOUFACKYOUFACKYOU…”

You start slapping it’s hood with both hands. Like some kind of idiot.

“FACK YOU!” slap “FACK YOUR MOM!” slap “FACK FACK!” slap slap

It stills then. Completely still. You hear the engine cut. The silence is deafening. You’re frozen too and wheezing. Out of breath.

There’s so much dust in the air. You cough and splutter and wheeze. Think about your stupid expensive Fiji for an innate moment. But the car is off and nothing is happening.

You just stand there. And stand. Breath slowing and calming. And the Lambo just sits in silence. The driver apparently happy to just watch you shit yourself. Dust settling.

You squint your eyes. Wanting to get a good look at the driver before you flip them off again. The windows are tinted so dark. You can’t see shit.

The silence continues for so long. Dust settled. Are they dead or something??

Without warning, the passenger door pops open. Super fancy. Gliding up and over the car. Like a wing.

You just stare. There is nothing but silence coming from that open door. Do they want you to get in??

You’re shaking, hating yourself for it. But you step around the car. Lean over to peer inside. The absolute FUCK if you’re getting into this psycho’s car. But you want to see who the hell just had the balls to scare the shit down your pant legs.

There is….. nothing….. no one…..

Suddenly you’re actually AFRAID.

There is no driver. That seat is absolutely empty. You’re not familiar with the interior layout of Lamborghinis, but that’s it. Two seats. A steering wheel. No keys. No key port. No gear shift.

“What the hell……”

“Fragger……. Get in already…..”

You jerk at the sound. It’s not coming from the speakers. You don’t care HOW good the sound system of a Lambo might be. It’s coming from the CAR.

It's a ghost car. Of course it is. You’re dehydrated and nuts and your life is coming apart at the seams. Why WOULDN’T you run into a ghost car?

“Christine???” Your voice is a pathetic little wheeze. That Stephen King story reverberating in your stupid dumb memory.

“What?? I WILL leave you, human. Get. In.”

You know what? Fuck it. You don’t want to walk anyway right? Your life is over anyway. And this is WAY cooler than a diabetic coma.

You slide in. The car is so low. The plush soft leather of the seats feels cool and inviting.

The door slowly glides down until you’re voluntarily trapped inside this ghost car. You feel around yourself for a seat belt. There is none.

“Stop touching me. Where were you heading?”

“Vegas.” It’s a dry croak from you.

You feel and hear the engine roaring to life. Surprisingly quiet here inside this car.

“I can’t believe you had the nerve to hit me.” Still not from the speakers. You don’t SEE any speakers. The entire CAR is speaking to you.

You don’t answer. Just sit there dumbly. Watching the scenery around you thru the Lambo’s tinted windows as the car trundles back to the highway and the desert becomes a blur around you as the engine roars.

You’ve never gone this fast in your entire life.

[halimamis]

How do you write characters consistent with each chapter and how do you make dialogue for each one?

Your question: "how to write characters with a consistent personality in each chapter. I run into a problem where I change my character’s personality a lot when writing each chapter to fit the situation and it ends up making them look like a different character entirely. I want to know how I can keep it like that while showing improvement in their character development. For example, the main character of a story I'm doing is scared of facing himself and his mistakes in the past which leads to self deprecating himself. The problem is that now ever time I write a new chapter, the self deprecation gets worse and loses meaning and he acts so differently."

Sorry it took me a while to answer. I had to think about a helpful reply and organize my thoughts. I get that you're going through the classic "my character feels like five different people in a trench coat" problem. Been there. But here's the thing, writing consistent characters is like parenting. You want them to grow up, but not turn into complete strangers every time they face a new situation. Fixing this problem is easy but it needs practice tho. The tips I can give you to overcome that are simply 7 but you have to actually put the effort and try to change your style in order to get better.

1. Know Your Character Like You Stalked Them on Social Media

Write down the core traits of your character. Not just “scared of facing himself.” Get specific.

• How does he react when someone compliments him? (Cringes? Shrugs it off? Makes a joke?)

• What’s his default way of coping? (Angry cleaning? Self-deprecating humor? Avoidance through snacks?)

2. Anchor the Self-Deprecation

The problem isn’t that your character is self-deprecating; it’s that you’ve probably cranked the volume to 11 from what you told me and now it’s just noise. Self-deprecation works best in layers, like an onion.

• Early chapters: He uses it as a shield. Maybe he makes a sarcastic comment to avoid an awkward truth.

• Midway: It starts slipping—he self-deprecates, but it stings a little more because he's aware of how deep he’s drowning.

• Later: The self-deprecation shifts—maybe it’s tinged with acceptance or even humor. He’s owning it, not drowning in it.

3. Test his Personality in Different Settings

In my opinion, your character should feel like the same person whether they’re fighting a dragon or deciding what to order at Starbucks. The stakes are for sure different, but his core reactions will stay the same no matter what. So I advice you try oracticing writing different scenarios that may not be in the book just to get to know him better.

• Example: If your character is awkward and self-loathing, he’ll probably stammer and overthink his Starbucks order. In a fight, he might hesitate and second-guess himself.

Same guy, different vibe.

4. Growth is important too

When you want to show character growth, don’t just tell he’s changing. Show it in contrast. Yk, just like the show don't tell thing

• Early chapters: He flinches at confrontation, hides behind jokes, or spirals into self-hate.

• Later chapters: He still flinches, but now he pushes through. He makes a joke but adds, “Yeah, I know it’s bad. I’m working on it.”

5. Focus on Dialogue

Your character’s dialogue is like their fingerprint. If you nailed it early, use it as a touchstone. Does he always deflect with humor? Does he avoid big words because he doesn’t want to sound smart?

6. Write the ‘What Would They Do?’ test

Whenever you get stuck, ask yourself:

• How would my character respond if someone spilled coffee on them?

• What would they say to their crush?

• How would they handle being stuck in an elevator with their ex?

These mini scenarios force you to think about how your character’s core personality shines through. Same thing like testing his personality in different settings but that one doesn't need many writing practice.

7. Ask for Feedback (But Not from Your Mom)

Share your chapters with someone who knows your character as well as you do. Like a friend maybe. If they say, “Why is he acting like a whole new person in Chapter 7?” then you’ve got a red flag to fix.

[evilkitten3]

Mutual, I'm lowkey obsessing over your tags about akatsuki Tsunade, can you elaborate more the basic timeline? Like how this would affect Tsunade's arc in classic and such

tbh i hadn't really thought about it lol

but.... let's say it happens during the search for tsunade arc? orochimaru and jiraiya are both gunning to get her on their side but you know what? the shark man said please. get your shit shizune we're going with these guys if you poison the little red-eyed shit on the way no judgement (kisame: maybe don't though?)

jiraiya is pissed, orochimaru is torn between being amused bc wow and being in agonizing pain bc his arms still don't work, naruto keeps trying to get her to come heal lee (and now sasuke) but she's having none of it so she just throws a file of miscellaneous notes at his head and tells him "find someone with good chakra control and pray" (sakura: omg i have good chakra control!!!!)

weirdly the member of team seven affected most by this is sasuke bc sakura has absolutely no fucking clue what she's doing at first and it takes her like an extra month to wake him up, so he needs to get back on his feet before he can decide if he wants to run off to orochimaru or not. lee is.... kinda sol, frankly. sakura works really really hard to help him out, and she's eventually able to get him to a place where he can do a few things, but by the time she's good enough to really be able to help him it's way too late. fortunately he's adapted somewhat, and being lee he's surpassed what anyone thought he'd be able to, but he's never going to be what he could've been. gaara feels terrible about this ofc but lee isn't the sort to really hold a grudge, even if pretty much everyone agrees he'd be perfectly justified in doing so. gai never forgives tsunade, though, not really.

concerning tsunade's role in the akatsuki.... the thing is, it's her own grandparents who started the whole jinchuuriki mess. and she's seen with her own two eyes what konoha did to places like amegakure; she was part of it. she doesn't like that the jinchuuriki die post extraction, so she starts looking into how to make that not happen, but if she does succeed, it isn't until after the gaara debacle, so chiyo still dies. her biggest motivation here is naruto - she doesn't agree with him, but he reminds her of nawaki, so she really doesn't want him to die if at all avoidable. she doesn't get too involved in the actual jinchuuriki capturing process tho; she's more useful patching people up after.

having said that, she doesn't fully agree with pain and konan's plan, she just can't really think of anything better. tobi tells sasuke about itachi while tsunade is patching him up, and since it's her family that led to this, she's pretty on-board with the whole "fuck this stupid baka village" thing (ofc she's been heading down that path since joining the akatsuki, so this isn't like canon!tsunade suddenly making this call; there's a couple years of character development first), so.... she's effectively on team sasuke at this point, and once he splits from the akatsuki she does as well.

iirc, post danzou, sasuke spent about eight and a half volumes just kinda adjusting mostly offscreen to his recent ert (eyeball replacement therapy), before skewering og white zetsu and fucking off to go accidentally reunite with zombitachi, but aside from decking itachi through a few trees on sight, idk how much about all that would change. immediately after, when sasuke brings back orochimaru, they have an awkward reunion, followed by yet another awkward reunion when orochimaru brings back the four dead hokage. she's both very happy to see her granddad again, but it's hard for her to tell him (and hiruzen, for that matter) that she deserted the village completely, even if she doesn't regret her decision.

now you may be wondering: weren't shizune and tonton also around? yes! but when sasuke went after danzou, they stayed behind, leading to shizune finding and managing to save konan after tobito killed her. there's a potential romance subplot there as well but i accidentally ruined it for myself by saying aloud "two girls one pig" and then regretting my whole life.

the other survival is jiraiya; he becomes hokage instead since it's either one of the sannin or one of the elders, and as much as he doesn't want the job, he really doesn't want them to have it. this in part means he can't go spying in ame himself, although he very nearly does after orochimaru's death gets reported, but instead he sends someone else. that person dies, but manages to get the information back to him (it has to be someone important to naruto, and it can't be kakashi, so maybe iruka? but idk how he'd be in espionage. maybe one of naruto's classmates did spy training offscreen? it's entirely possible with jiraiya as hokage instead of tsunade but idk). since jiraiya isn't a healer, he'd either need to be injured badly enough for danzou to be able to step in without him being able to object, or sasuke would just need to have his fight with danzou somewhere else (so the raikage's arm might survive also).

the final thing is that, unlike in canon, this version of tsunade never got naruto therapy'd, so while she does eventually get over the hemophilia somehow (maybe just existing in the relative vicinity of hidan did the trick), she never really dealt with the grief that caused her to leave konoha in the first place, so that's still very much there. however, i think maybe this could work to the story's advantage - instead of just naruto vs sasuke, it could be naruto and sakura vs sasuke and tsunade. tho in this instance sasuke really isn't alone, and isn't really trying to be by that point. it's more a battle of "do we try to fix the system from within, or do we really need to start from scratch for things to improve in any meaningful way", but ultimately the winner is the realization that four people from konoha not only shouldn't but honestly can't be the only ones making this call. if the world is going to move forward, it can't be dragged by a single person, or even two people. it's gotta be a group effort. idk if the story should go into the details of what they decide on, bc i'm definitely not politically savvy enough for something like that, or just have an open ending leaving whatever happens next up to interpretation.

(sorry this took so long lol i kept having to do things XD)

[kingkatsuki]

Me when i krill myself why does tumblr hate me 😔. Ignore that first partial ask NEKDJDKDNDKJD.

AS I WAS SAYING

Kaji is at a meeting of sorts that has both some bofurin members and lions head members. It’s like a little lounge room somewhere with pool tables, TVs, a few other things. You can go get snacks around the corner.

Maybe the two groups are supposed to have a little powwow over some pool, talking about plans to work together on something they haven’t before. Or maybe they’re competing and talking about it. The tone of the conversation to be had is unknown as of yet.

Most of the dudes there are chillin either playing pool or standing by. Kaji is sitting by himself, in the corner, on his phone, as he does.

Closer to the start of the conversation Hiragi notices Kaji is rather focused on whatever it is he’s doing. He goes closer to get his attention, maybe to signal to lift one of the headphone cuffs around his ears off so he can hear. Kaji doesn’t even come close to noticing him tho. Face neutral, eyes focused. Must be some game he’s playing or something right?

Hiragi goes even closer to maybe swipe Kaji’s phone, but freezes at what he sees as his face brightens with a shade of red. Bro short circuits and his body acts on its own, slapping the phone out of Kaji’s hand. It falls to the floor and the two get to arguing, one flustered, one angry.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WATCHING THAT?”

“MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS! I DO WHAT I WANT!”

“ARE YOU THAT LONELY THAT YOU CHOOSE A MEETING OF ALL PLACES TO BE IMAGINING SOME WOMAN?”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT! I DON’T CARE ABOUT OTHER WOMEN! AND THAT’S MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND.”

“GIRLFRIEND? HOW THE HELL DO YOU-“

“SHUT THE HELL UP! I’M GREAT WITH GIRLS!!”

Hiragi is about to yell back but Togame Jo, voice as calm as ever fills the space first, with enough volume to catch those two’s attention.

His eyes, and everyone else’s eyes are one of the TV screens hanging on the wall close to the ceiling.

“I’ll say…”

Slowly the two register your whimpers and whines filling the room. It’s like they don’t see what’s on the screen as they’re confused for a few moments. But once it clicks, the scales come off their eyes and they realize what’s happened.

On the screen now is your sopping went cunt, up close and personal. Fingers move in and out of you, white essence coating them and slowly seeping from your hole around them. Your clit is puffy; engorged. Your legs shake. And everyone can hear as Kaji murmurs how good you are. How you’re taking his fingers so well.

Seems with that smack, somehow Kaji’s phone connected to and mirrored his screen to the TV.

Hiragi is about to pass out. Kaji himself honestly isn’t all that affected. He just begins to zone back in like he was before when the view was all for himself.

Togame speaks up again slowly tearing his eyes from the screen, but continuing to drown in the sounds, as he looks toward Kaji.

“Must be quite the Casanova to have something like this on ‘im..”

He tilts his glasses down, somehow catching Kaji’s attention with the gesture how Hiragi couldn’t before, a grin on his face.

“I would wager to guess from what I’ve seen… That she’s a good fuck, right?”

Some members tense thinking this may be fighting words, the meeting that was planned be damned.

But Kaji only nods.

“The best.”

DERE OH MY GOD.

This awakened something filthy inside me. With Kaji going to switch off screen mirroring and basically every man in the room telling him not to so they can keep watching the videos of you that he’s got on his phone. They even make him scroll through all the lewd selfies you’ve sent him wearing all sorts of pretty lingerie (or nothing at all) and they’re sat around this television making comments about how pretty you are, how jealous they are of Kaji and practically begging for more pics/videos. Telling him to ask you whether you can send more for them, or whether they can see you like this in real life.

Kusumi is the true pervert as he films the screen with his phone for later (as if he’s too shy to ask you or Kaji to send the video across)

Choji is blunt as he comments on every sound you make, the squelch of your cunt and the creamy ring you leave around the base of Kaji’s cock.

Umemiya is like Hiragi as he says they should probably turn it off— but somehow he still makes no effort to move.

Even poor Nirei is pretending not to watch to protect your integrity, and yet his eyes flicker up to the screen every time your ass is the focus just so he can watch it bounce.

“That position must be quite uncomfortable.” Suo comments as though he isn’t imagining contorting you in the exact same way right now.

And Sakura looks almost ready to pass out and yet he can’t look away— the blushing tip of his swollen cock as red as his cheeks as he tries to remember to breathe.

It’s a huge ego boost to Kaji, but now he’s wondering how the fuck to explain to you that he accidentally played your video to the entire group (and not even just members of Bofurin) and how much they liked it.

[amostdelectablescribbler]

Another oddly specific set of tips for fight scenes;

1–Weight Classes

“I’m 260lbs tho” yes, and in an untrained street fight, a smaller, trained fighter even with fairly elementary knowledge of fighting and grappling avoidance, the bigger fighter will be shown a helluva time. Especially once the big guy with big muscles gets gassed out. If you have more muscle you need more oxygen, and so stamina becomes far more of a factor. This is why heavyweight fighters need to train stamina hard, as getting caught out of breath means you’re gonna blink and wake up on a stretcher. The little guy is gonna have more stamina, especially if they run a lot in the story. They won’t feel it so bad, but the big guy maybe has 30 seconds of swinging until they need a breather. At which point the little fighter’s weaker punches can chip away at the big one’s chin.

Additionally; muscle hurts more when it gets hit. A leg kick will start cramping up if you don’t check it and are muscular. Fat is the opposite. Build in armour, meaning only headshots mean anything. That extra weight means punches hit harder too, as Ek= 1/2 m v^2

This also means the little guy hitting super fast is gonna do big damage, while the big guy needs a bit of distance to get up to (higher) speed. Your fat boy, though, is almost certainly gonna be low on cardio without training. They only have a few swings of high power before technique dissolves.

2–Mismatching Strength.

Zuko vs Azula is a good example. Zuko, even with the comet, could never match azula in raw power. Volume maybe, but her flames burn hotter and more efficiently, so Zuko, knowing this, used his gas tank to his advantage. The size of fire she output meant it was unsustainable, and so he waited, matching her attacks and using the minimum fire needed to deflect or block her strikes. You can even rewatch the fight for more detail, but Zuko who is unable to, pardon the pun, fight fire with fire, had to adapt his strategy and play to his strengths—his persistence and tenacity. He’s used to running on empty, azula has never had to as far as we know.

This leads me to; if you put your unstoppable force against the immovable object, they cancel. For an interesting fight, you need a bit of diversity of style. Another example is episode 3 of Arcane. The fight on the walkway means Vi’s smaller stature cannot be used against her, as it’s opponents 1 at a time conveyor belt style. Her weaker 14 year old girl punches can never match the strength of a 30 year old huge bald man. She knows that his size slows him down, so she waits, blocks the stab and goes for a hard and clean uppercut. Precision and speed won her that fight, along with vander’s old gloves.

There’s always a bigger fish, and that means eventually someone’s gonna be better than the hero.

Unrelated, in my own work; Claudia only punches. She’s a brawler, and likes hitting stuff. She also can’t shoot a gun to save her life. Awful shot. I threw her in against a guy with a gun. She had to use a table, filing cabinets, another goon, etc, as shields and projectiles. You have to get creative with this, but if you succeed, it is good. Always throw opposites in the ring together. Wrestling and boxing, swords and guns, etc.

3–Counters

Striking and grappling counter each other. If a grappler is past a striker’s guard, the striker is done for. Only elbows can save them now. If a striker keeps distance, the grappler can do nothing but get pieced in the chin and hope they don’t fall over.

Is all.

[rmorde]

Well... EP 5 was depressing as fuck but the most impressive thing about it was the sound design!

The roaring applause of the cult haunted Geto for a year and the animation showed just how much at war he was with himself over it. He did his best to not waver but that PTSD Sound Attack just keeps going.

It starts in the train.

Surrounded by people, Geto holds on - ignoring that memory of the cult. But, maybe because of how similar the train sounded to the applause, the image of the cult keeps popping into his brain.

Funny enough, at this scene, the clapping of hands was absent. It was as if, the wrath was still held at bay.

But then we get into the showers, Geto is just alone with his thoughts and the roaring of the shower.

He is doing his best. "Don't waver."

But it is still there.

The sound of the water going going down the drain as he showers was a very nice touch. It was as if Geto's goodwill, patience, and mental strength are being washed away as well.

Geto tries his hardest to fight - reminding himself of his duties as a jujutsu sorcerer. Tragically it was not enough. The shower sounds transitions into the cult's applause and the ugly negative thought crystallizes finally in his mind.

Side note, the way this scene was done felt like something out of a horror movie. The slow zoom-in to his dead eyes (reminder that eyes are windows to one's soul btw) as the applause rose in volume which ended with the sharp hate-filled word "Monkeys." It's chilling.

Then next time, this transition happens was during Geto's conversation with Yuki which has another excellent use of sound and music because of how it was built up.

Going back a bit tho. Before Yuki, Geto was talking to Haibara. There was absolutely no music. What is present is just a little background noise. So, the sole focus became the conversation between the two students. Like a sponge, the tension of the scene absorbs our attention as listeners.

The silence only broke with Yuki's silliness. There was a goofy sound effect when Geto roasts her. It was a glimpse of Pre-SPV Mission Geto.

Right after that, a light chime bell like sound came in as Yuki explains her search for a permanent solution to the curse problem sorcerers fruitlessly fight a never-ending war with.

The light chime sound is sweet and nice. Geto has hope after hearing the possibility of an end to the curses. But, the chimes are running back and forth. The fast tempo created tension. Geto was thinking and listening and thinking and then

"Why not just kill all non-sorcerers?"

As soon as he says that, the music stopped and the sound of applause creeped in. It roared louder and louder until Yuki's voice could barely rise above its volume.

Geto is now stuck with the idea of killing non-sorcerers. What Yuki is saying from that point on is no longer getting through him 100%. While that is happening, only then it started raining. So, in essence, the applause started before the rain sounds came in.

At this point, the sound of rain and handclapping are indistinguishable. It fits since Geto is now in turmoil about what exactly to think and say when asked if he hates non-sorcerers.

The two sounds just slowly died down when Yuki gave Geto advice. Then, we are back to the oppressive silence again.

I could talk more about this like the fast-violin during Geto's massacre that had a "horror movie" chord prelude in the morgue, the almost "underwater" quality of the villager's voices as they spoke to him about the girls they caged, and even the upbeat OST playing during the KFC Breakup. However, this is already long enough. Maybe next time.

For now, to summarize, there is just simply great sound design in this episode.

[oldmanffucker]

i'm gonna post a fic "outline" (part outline part draft) of hilson smut and im gonna need yalls input bc im stuck and need feedback or i'll never post it so comment on whatever you want

insp by this tumblr post

wilson goes to sleep while house is watching discovery channel. It takes wilson longer to fall asleep than usual, he’s tossing and turning and this is why he’s able to hear house switch to porn some time later. Wilson realized he must probably do this every night, waiting for wilson to be asleep before playing the porn at a low volume in the other room. I mean after all wilson knew he did it out there, and house was shameless, and he knew it happened period, but something stirs in him as he realizes how often this must happen… but no. he doesn’t want to think about that. He can’t. He squeezes his eyes shut but finds that he’s straining to hear any sound beyond the faux moaning of the star of the film. He hears a grunt and wonders if it was the costar of the film or..House… no . no he can’t be listening. He covers his head with his pillow and tries not to think about it anymore, singing the alphabet to himself. Before he knows it he falls asleep. 

Next night, it happens again and he listens a bit more. He hears house a bit more clearly, he wonders if house is getting more bold or if the tv is quieter or if, god forbid, wilson is just more attentive. He doesn’t let his hands wander, but he lets himself rock slowly against the blankets, only edging himself before he forces himself to deep breathe into sleepfulness. 

It happens AGAIN the next night. Wilson is beginning to wonder if house is playing at something or if wilson himself is subconsciously keeping himself awake in some perverted hope of hearing his best friend jerking off. He kicks himself for being a terrible roommate and bestie for crossing this boundary. this time he notices….. well, huh…. Wilson doesn’t hear a woman in this video. His skin starts tingling and his heart is hammering. Is house…..listening to. no, watching gay porn in the living room? Oh my god. Wilson’s mouth is dry. He wonders again if house is manufacturing this moment to expose him. As what? Does this make him gay? Does it make him gay to wonder how house was laid out on the couch - reclining with his head against the arm of the couch, or sitting up, legs spread and firm on the floor? To wonder how house’s mouth fell open as he chased his pleasure, how his hands twisted, what rhythm they kept…… Does it make him gay to think about House saying his name in the throes of passion? Wait… house saying his name…. In the throes of passion… did he just? Was he starting to hear things??? He steps out of his bed and holds his ear to the door. House was moaning his name!!!!! “Fuck, Wilson..” wilson barely bit back a moan. Shuffles back to his bed, tries to cover his ears again but he’s burning and tingling and so turned on and so curious… he removes the pillow and hears house moaning mingled with the sounds of two men groaning and skin slapping and fuck it. Wilson shoves his pajama pants and boxers down and palms himself, too lost in the fantasy of it all to be very quiet. Part of him thinks this must be a very realistic dream, and who cares about courtesy in a dream?? He doesn’t last long at all, imagining house walking in and demanding to be taken by wilson, whining and crying beneath him…he cums with House’s name on his lips. Next day keeps blushing when he sees house, house acts like nothing is new, like he didn’t hear wilson… so maybe he didn’t! Maybe he still doesn’t know wilson has been listening to him!

Keeps dropping little innuendos throughout the day that could be targeted or could be nothing. (idk what tho lol)

Nothing for a day or two. Wilson is tries not to shamewank into his blanket but fails in his resolve…well maybe resolved first night and loses resolve second night and third night he hears it again and sighs in relief and he’s so busy listening to the sounds of gay sex playing on the tv - a little louder than the past days - that he misses the sound of footsteps and gasp! House walks in on him palming himself through his boxers. 

“Sh-shit, House!” he scrambles to pull up his blanket, beet red from embarrassment. House has a predatory smile. Has wilson right there he wanted him.

“Were you getting off listening to me getting off to gay porn, wilson?” “what? No o-of course not that’s insane.” “is it?” house is silouetted, wilson cant see if he’s as affected as he is. “Is that for me?” house points to where the blanket is tented. wilson flexes his jaw and sits up, scooting against the headboard so he can cover himself more. he Doesn’t know how to answer that. Is this a joke? Is house mocking him? Is he disgusted by him? Was this a ploy to out him? Was he really interested? What is his intention? house walks over, wilson can see house too is affected. He sits at the edge of the bed and tugs the blanket down, exposing where wilson is hard in his boxers. Licks his lips and looks up at wilson. “Because mine is.” house whispered. It was hard to doubt him, but wilson still didn’t talk. Just held his breath, eyes flicking between house’s eyes, lips, and dick. “House….” wilson says in a warning tone. Pleading with him silently not to do anything he doesn’t mean, because wilson does mean it and he can’t handle it if this is just another prank. Its quiet but they can still hear the echoing of the porn in the living room. Wilson swallows hard and house licks his lips. Starts them in the right direction by adjusting his erection. Wilson follows his movement with his eyes and his mouth falls open, house watches him and smiles, palms himself more intentionally then sighs a breathy moan. Do they just jerk off to each other and escalate in future nights or go all in now…. not sure….

[the-type-a]

Words can not describe how much I love this blog! I have a few headcanons if you’d like to possibly expand on them?

Courtney and Duncan got back together a few months after All Stars, as she and Duncan’s mom were still in contact while he was in jail

Went to college together and while they both knew they would be married, they didn’t actually tie the knot until Courtney’s career took off

So, they lived in a two bedroom apartment right above Duncan’s tattoo parlor

Courtney wakes up early, Duncan forces her to cuddle and go back to sleep by refusing to move his arm off her

Courtneys parents HATE Duncan with a burning passion and that doesn’t change much over time, not even when they have kids

Courtney forces Duncan to listen to Taylor Swift literally every time they’re in the car

Going off that, Duncan proposed to Courtney at a Taylor concert. Courtney had just been accepted into a law firm, so this was a celebratory vacation with the KB5 + Gwen, Heather, and Alejandro

The wedding was actually really small and lowkey

Gwen, Cate (Courtney’s younger sister), and Bridgette were all brides maids while Heather was the maid of honor

Geoff was Duncan’s best man, and DJ, Alejandro, and one of Duncan’s brothers (I have no idea who tho lol) were all groomsmen

Duncans parents were there and for once Duncan and his dad didn’t argue. Courtney’s parents was a much different and sadder story though

Brittany was the flower raccoon, as kids weren’t allowed at the wedding. Courtney even put her in a tiny white dress

Speaking of which, Brittany is still very much alive and loves to ‘mother’ all of the Duncney children (mostly snuggling up to them when they were babies to keep them warm)

Thats all for now, but I have PLENTY more lol. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)

Aw, thank you!

Here are my little add ons:

I 100% agree with Duncney getting back together after all stars. Though it would be years later— the two need to mature quite a lot before coming back. I’ve always imagined it about five years later.

Courtney for sure stayed on track for college after the show ended. Duncan took courses in prison to stay ahead of the game. Plus it gives him a thumbs up on good behavior and reinforcement— making it easier to serve less time than expected.

Courtney’s parents will never see eye to eye with her choice of partner, but it doesn’t stop her from seeing Duncan. Maybe back when they were on the show their approval influenced her more, but never now. Unfortunately, yeah— they don’t give up that cold shoulder even when their grandchildren are in the picture.

At first it seemed like Courtney was forcing Duncan to listen to a bunch of her favorite artists, but over time he secretly liked it. He loves to hear her sing her heart out no matter what artist it is. He’ll even turn the volume down slightly to hear Courtney more clearly.

I feel like Duncan would propose in a very private manner. I just don’t see Duncney doing the whole concert, restaurant, stadium, video, etc proposals lmao It would be something extremely intimate for the two of them— and lowkey? Would probably stem from a joke about marriage but then Duncan would deadass look at Courtney and be like, “You want to get married though?”

Duncney would probably have both a big and small wedding ngl. They both have huge families that would take up the majority of the guest list before friends are even mentioned. But I do think they’d sneak away beforehand and do a small little courthouse ceremony with the KB5 + Gwen, Heather, and Alejandro.

Brittany is so protective of the Duncney children. Whenever they start walking she follows them and will pull them by there pants or whatever to stop them from bumping into a wall or corner. She’s their very own guard-dog— but ofc in raccoon form.

These HCs were so cute! I’m glad there’s so many of us still keeping the ship alive! 💜

[noh07]

how to fall asleep

ironically, I am typing this at night instead of going the fuck to sleep. so, as you can see, I'm not an expert either. but here's a bunch of things that might help you (even tho I usually forget they do and don't actually do a lot of them, which is definitely not ideal).

first of all, make sure that as many of these as possible are given before going to sleep (if you can't do all, that's okay. you're doing great!):

make sure u had enough food and water during the day. have a last glass of water. it can also be good to have a bottle of fresh water by your bed. if you still have more than an hour until you should go to bed, have some food if you think you might need it. but nothing with too much sugar and also nothing that's very hard to digest.

have you brushed your teeth? if you can, please do that.

do you have fresh enough air? maybe you should open the window for 5-10 minutes a bit before going to sleep. (if possible, turn off the heater while the window is open to save energy and only turn it back on after you closed the window)

are your clothes and bedsheets fresh enough? if you've worn the same pyjamas for more than 3-5 nights or if they feel stinky, get a fresh one. bedsheets, pillowcases, etc. should be washed every 2-3 weeks (if possible). if they seem very stinky or it's been a while, make a note to wash them at the next opportunity, if you can't change them into fresh ones right away.

write down any good ideas and thoughts that might come up so you don't have as much pressure to stay up and work on them

try to not be in front of any screens the last 30 minutes before going to sleep and instead do relaxing, quiet activities like reading, sketching, knitting/crocheting, meditating, listening to calming music, etc. (I struggle with this one too, but we should try this some more)

if you can, make sure your room temperature is at around 18°C/64°F. if it's too cold or too warm it can be harder to fall asleep.

if you need it quiet and/or dark to sleep well, close doors, windows, blinds, etc. and make an eye mask or earplugs ready if you use those.

here's some tricks to fall asleep quicker that help me sometimes:

remember that you are loved and worthy and you deserve to feel good and have a good sleep. you will be okay for now, you can worry about daytime problems tomorrow, now it's sleep time.

think about nice things that make you feel good inside. you can think about your dream house, the most wholesome thing that happened to you in the last days, etc. if your thoughts drift into a very negative direction, try to get them back to something positive by actively choosing a positive topic.

listen to very calming music (on low volume!) or things like rain sounds (if you can sleep comfortably with headphones you can use those, otherwise play it out loud). make sure you're device is not directly by your body (especially head or chest), because the radiation can hinder your sleep and also isn't very good for you if you're constantly exposed to it.

inhale for 3 seconds, hold your breath for 4 seconds and exhale for 5 seconds. repeat after a short break. repeat until you start drifting to sleep. (don't force yourself to keep the time though if it feels uncomfortable! Not everyone's lungs are the same and if it's hard for you, don't hold your breath as long!)

don't be too hard on yourself. if you can't fall asleep, please still rest and don't actively do anything. your body will be able to use the rest well even if you don't fully sleep. pretend you're sleeping, it's restful too if actual sleep doesn't work right now.

i love you. you're amazing. and I am so so so proud of you for still going on, love.

hope these help!! if you have any other ideas that I didn't mention, please add in the reblogs!

I will sleep now, good night ^^

[crystaleevee4]

Do life series' always start this loud? Like I watched several povs and the amount of yelling(especially when all the sub ones are together) made me physically sick. I'd love to keep up with the series but might not be able to if every episode is this loud.

gonna be honest, i'm not the person to ask about that. I rarely actually watch every episode of the life series, not even from one pov

i'm really sorry about the loudness tho :( maybe (if you're on YouTube) try turning on the stable volume setting and turning your device's volume down?