#my favorite I like putting my grubby hands in them and talking about it

[hatterladz]

I love Cuphead from IM but if I sit to talk about that man it's gonna be like 5 different long posts, minimum

[james-stark-the-writer]

the difference between the fourth wall breaks of something like the Deadpool movies compared to something like Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn and She-Hulk: Attorney At Law is that every joke in Deadpool feels masturbatory like the writers think they're so hilarious for doing a fourth wall break like that's never been done before whereas both of the other two not only feel right at home with the characters' personalities but are much more natural and much more well done compared to the jokes in Deadpool or its sequel. (do not get me started on Deadpool 2, the movie sucks ass in basically every way except for the characters of Domino and Yukio. every single joke in it was outdated before it was even written. they were making fucking dubstep jokes in 2018. it was a 2012-ass script made way too late and riding on the coattails of the first with even less effort into being actually good.)

but the difference between those properties is that Deadpool wants to be congratulated for being some insanely crazy shocking movie that's pissing off the studio system or whatever but every single joke in it was approved by those people because it makes them money like it's so antithetical to the entire point they're trying to make and it makes for a very infuriating watching experience sometimes. the cognitive dissonance is hard to swallow with that one. but the way BOPATFEOOHQ and She-Hulk do their bits feels so much more authentic and less self-congratulatory and also just like they're clearly done with so much more passion and effort and care? when I watch either of the Deadpool movies, I feel like I'm watching a bunch of executives jerking themselves off. when I watch the other two, I feel like I'm watching a passion project that the executives clearly didn't give a shit about and thus the creative team were actually allowed genuine creative freedom with not a lot of oversight. that's a little less true with She-Hulk (especially in terms of that glorious finale although even that feels more authentic and artist-driven than most things in either Deadpool movie. Kevin Feige's boring, sanitized ass does not have the range to do that finale) being a MCU property although Phase 4 was so fucking experimental and it was a joy to behold even if not everything hit but it's still true and more authentic for the most part. with Deadpool it feels like the only person who really really cared about it was Ryan and like maybe a few of the other actors who actually did do commendable work with what they were given but with the other two projects, it feels way more collaborative because every single person showed up and cared deeply about what they were making.

(this is an addition to the tags bc I ran out [apparently i forgot there was a 30 tag limit] but. anyway the point is. Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn is a phenomenal movie in basically every single way and you should watch it.)

[dragonmuse]

How to be a Dirtbag Fic Writer

I got to do some talking about writing today and I couldn’t stop thinking about it so here are my full thoughts on the matter of being a dirtbag fic writer.

Being the disorganized thoughts of someone two and a half decades into the beautiful mess that is writing fanfic (and a few non-fanfic things too).

What is a dirtbag fic writer? 

 I am talking about someone who is not cleaning up anything. We show up filthy, fresh out of rooting around in the garden of our imaginations. We probably smell a little from work. We will hand you our hard grown fruits, but we have not washed them and we carried them in the bottom upturned parts of our t-shirts. The fruit is a little bruised. It’s not cut up or put in a bowl yet. But we got it in the house! It’s here. Someone can eat it.  

Why dirtbag it? Because the fruit gets in the house. If you’re hemming and hawing, if the idea you want to do seems to be big or you want it perfect and shiny. If you’re imagining a ten thousand step process, so you’re not taking the first step? Dirtbag it. 

How do I dirtbag? 

That’s the best part. You just write. Sit down. One word after the other. No outline, no plan, no destination. No thought of editing. Just word vomit. Every word is a good word. It’a word that wasn’t there before. Grammar sucks? Who cares. Can’t think of the perfect word? Fuck it, put in the simplest version of what you mean. 

Write the idea that you love. The one thing you want to say. Has it been done 3000000 times? WHO CARES human history is long, every idea has been done, probably more than twice. YOU have never written it before. It’s your grubby potato that you clawed out of the ground and guess what someone can still make it into delicious french fries. 

Now here’s the critical part. Write as much as you can squeeze out of your brain. One word in front of the other. 

And then I challenge you this: at most, read it over once and then put it into the world. Just as it is. AND THIS IS IMPORTANT: DO IT WITHOUT APOLOGY OR CAVEAT.  I challenge you, beautiful dirtbag to not pre-emptively apologize. Do not make your work lesser. THAT IS YOUR POTATO! It has eyes and roots and dirt clinging to it because that is what happens.  We are dirtbagging it today. Hell really confused people at do #dirtbagwriter on it.  

Dirtbag writes id, base, lizard brain. Dig in the fertile garden of your imagination. What is the story you tell yourself before you fall asleep? What’s your anxiety this week? Your fantasy? What is going well? What do you wish things looked like? Who is the feral imaginary character you’ve been crafting to take your frustrations and joys out on? 

But, VEE, I wish to have an editor and an outline, use a cool software like scrivener instead of retching up onto a google doc and making it look NICE and PRETTY!

COOL! DO THAT THEN! IF YOU’RE ACTUALLY DOING IT! You should have a process! That’s cool and healthy and necessary for sustainable writing. But if you’re not writing because all of that seems too much? THEN DON’T. 

Did you know fic is free? That we do this from love? From sheer desire? For the love of the game? If you have a process, and the words are flowing, amazing, I love that for you, you don’t need this essay.  If you don’t, let us continue. 

What does dirtbag writing look like? 

It’s messy. It’s a little raw and tatty around the edges sometimes. It’s weird.  It’s someone else’s first draft. Maybe it winds up being your first draft, Idek, that’s your business. 

It’s jokes that make YOU laugh. It’s drama that would make YOU cry if you read it. You are your first commenter. You are your first audience (and possibly continuing pleasure! If you don’t go back and reread your own work sometimes, you might be missing out on one of your favorite authors cause you wrote it for you! Wait until you’re not so close to it. Years sometimes. Then hey, maybe some of this is pretty dang good actually.) 

It has mistakes. 

Dirtbags make mistakes, but dirtbags have published pieces. They have things other people can read out there. 

What if I don’t get good feedback? 

Look, the most likely outcome of any new, untried fic writer (and even established writers trying something new-ish)  is that you get no feedback. That’s real. Silence. It’s eerie, it’s terrible, it sucks. I don’t want to pretend it doesn’t. But nothing is not negative. It’s a big fic-y ocean out there and we are all wee itty-bitty-sometimes-with-titty fishes.  

You should still do it all over again. And again. And again. You get better at writing by writing. You just do. Nothing else replaces it. If your well is dry? Fill it with new things. Go do something new, read a new kind of book, watch a new film,  (libraries have so much good shit, you don’t even have to spend money for so many things if you have a library card), just go for a walk in a new direction. Stimulate yourself. Got a cup of something hot and eavesdrop on conversations. Refill yourself with newness. 

And hey, speaking of, do you leave comments? Because you get what you give. You can build relationships with people by commenting and that builds community and community means places to get feedback in the end. Comments are gold. They are all we are paid in. Tip your writers with ‘extra kudos’ or ‘this made me laugh’. And hey, when you go back for a re-read so you can tell them your favorite part? Ask yourself how they made that favorite part? What do you like about it?  Tone? Metaphor? The structure? Reading teaches us how to write too! 

BUT, okay. Sometimes. Sometimes there is actual bad feedback and people suck. 

You know the best part about being a dirtbag? Unrepentant block, delete, goodbye. You don’t own anyone with a shitty opinion any of your precious time on this earth. You did it for free, you gave them your dirty, but still delicious fruit and they went ‘ew, this is a dirty strawberry, how could you not make a clean tomato?”  Because you didn’t plant fucking tomatoes, did you? Don’t fight, don’t engage. Block. Delete. Goodbye. 

If someone in person, looked you in the eye when you brought them a plate of food to share at a party and they said “Why didn’t you bring me MY favorite? This isn’t cooked well at all.” You would probably write up a Reddit AiTA question about it just to hear five thousand people say they were an asshole.   Fic is no different 

And hey, when you dirtbag it? You know you did. It’s not your most cleaned up perfect version. So who cares what they think? You might make it more shiny and polished next time! You might NOT. 

Ok, but what if I don’t finish it? 

Fuck it, post it anyway. 

What if it’s bad? 

Fuck it, post it anyway. 

What if it doesn’t make sense? 

That’s ART, baby. Fuck it, post it anyway. 

What if what I want to write doesn’t work with current fandom norms? 

Then someone out there probably needs it!  And what the hell is this? The western canon? FUCK IT POST IT ANYWAY* 

*Basic human decency is not a ‘fandom norm’. Don’t be racist, sexist, ableist, fat shaming, classist or shitty about anyone's identity on main, okay? Dirtbag writers are KIND first and foremost. Someone saying you are stepping into shit about their identity is not the same as unsolicited crappy feedback about pairings. In the immortal words of Kurt Vonnegut: "God damn it, you've got to be kind.”

You’re being very flippant about something that’s scary. 

I know. I know I am. I know it can be scary. But no risk, no reward and hell, you aren’t using your goddamn legal name on the internet are you? (please for the love of fuck do not be using your legal name to write fic) You’ve got on a mask. You’re a superhero. With dirt on your cape. 

That niche thing that you think no one cares about? Guaranteed you will find someone else in the world who wants it. Maybe they won’t find it right away. Maybe they will be too shy to comment or even hit a button. But your dirty potato will stick with them. They will make french fries in their head.

You have an audience. But they can’t find you if you have nothing out there. 

Go forth. Make. 

You have some errors in this essay. 

PROBABLY CAUSE I DIRTBAGGED IT.  But I picked this strawberry for you out of my brain, so I hope you run it under some cold water and find the good bits and have a nice snack. Or throw it away. Or use it to plant more strawberries (I know that’s not how strawberries work, metaphors break when stretched).  

#dirtbagwriter 

Go forth and MAKE

[icanseeyou2007]

HAPPY (late) 10TH ANNIVERSARY FNAF!!!

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

the background is all of the things that made me find out and eventually HYPERfixate on fnaf:D

i forgot that it was already the tenth anniversary!!😭😭 sorry this is a bit late-

a bit of a ramble below the cut if you wanna listen to me yammer on about my history with fnaf:3

i originally heard about fnaf around the time it came out. not by anyone online no no no, no gameplay footage, but one of my very close friends at the time gave me the WHOLE RUNDOWN and lore of the foxy x mangle/chica series. i was a bit scared (as i was a child) of the thought of killer animatronics, so i wanted to keep my distance. i would always go to chuck e cheese with them, and they’d always talk about how chuck is gonna’ come alive and stuff. it was funny. i still really like chuck e. cheese :)

but then around 2019-2020, i found those comic dubs on youtube of both the ‘ask goldie anything’ and ‘springtrap and delilah’ series i fell in love with both of them immediately! (little disclaimer i’ve heard of the stuff that the springtrap and delilah creator did- i do not support them!! but anyways, back to it-) my autistic ass 11-12 year old self was going wild!!! i would watch them over and over again. the springtrap and delilah comic dub was actually how i found out springtrap killed kids and stuff, i didn’t know the whole purple guy bit till later, but to say i was scared was an understatement- i remember hiding under my covers at night thinking ‘AH!! springtrap’s gonna’ get me!’ … good times. :)

when security breach was announced i was ecstatic!!:D i found out about 8bitryan and dawko a bit after that, then looking into the lore, all of the games, the rabbit hole, if you will.

i remember that christmas, getting my grubby hands on all of the games on mobile i could buy, playing them all as much as i could even if i was scared. it was great.

before security breach came out, i really loved fnaf vr. getting my hands on a vr headset and all just to play it for myself!! i was (and still am) a very big glitchtrap enjoyer! used to watch that one cosplayer who played as glitchtrap and would do those ‘glitchtrap looks himself up on google’ and ‘glitchtrap reads your comments’. can’t remember their name- it i find it i’ll put it here! but i loved it. still do!

i would go on vrchat for hours and roleplay!! i really liked (still do) funtime freddy, used to think i could do an impression of him and i would rp and stuff as him… simple times- it was so amazing. that’s how i’ve met some of my best friends, and both of my boyfriends! i would die without them<33

then when security breach came out- oh i was waiting down to the SECOND it released! i stayed up for hours playing it- so exited!! even though it has its quirks, it’s still one of my favorites from the franchise, its what got me into it- like, really into it.

then the pipeline of making my ocs— i had a whole world planned out in my head for a fangame. might revisit it one day. who knows?

but then we have the present. the fnaf movie (in my opinion) was absolutely wonderful!!! so exited for the second- have hardly looked into fnaf vr 2 and the ruin dlc, (i know it’s been a year-) but i’ll get to it. all fandoms have it’s quirks, but i still love it. thank you Scott Cawthon, and the fnaf community for being such a big part of my life. i would really be lost today without it.

happy 10th anniversary fnaf!

[xdyledz]

atsumu..i can’t..

Description: this can’t happen i can’t do this to you, i refuse to use you for my own selfish desires.

takes place in a college setting!

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you’re here sitting on his dorm room floor, knees touching and your face is hot. “ i still can’t believe i’m away from osamu, finally my own room”. he responds throwing his head back on the edge of his bed.

“ i still can’t believe you have a twin, when do i get to meet him?” you respond to him smiling when he makes a twisted face. “ hopefully never, i don’t need his grubby hands getting ahold of you, you’re one of the only people who’re mine. “ he responds while crossing his arms.

You’re heart skips a beat. ‘ his? ‘ the thought it self makes butterflies form into your stomach. “ what? what’s with the face?” “ huh? “ you respond.

“ you’re smiling to yourself…don’t tell me you’re think about that black haired freak!! just letting you know i’m wayyy more handsome then him.”

you laugh at his childish antics, “ hmm i don’t know, a strong guys who can cook? sounds like a snack..literally .”

Atsumu pauses for a second before he stands up from his floor and says “ i can see you no longer want to be friends! i’ll take my leave.” walking out of the room with yours and his water bottle on hand.

Standing up and walking out to his bathroom you smell a smell. ‘ smells like man ‘ but you give him grace, living with 3 other guys must be hard. You do your business and as you dry your hands from washing them, you hear a knock at the door.

“ Y/n! are you in there? “ “ come in “. the door opens and you see atsumu “ did you poop it stinks in here.” “ it’s you and your smell dorm mates “ “ fair enough “.

“ sooo” “ so”. silence, comfortable but still silence. decide to be the first one to speak up you say “ is there any reason you stopped me in the bathroom? “ poking his lips out and putting and hand over his heart he responds “ i missed my favorite girl.”

“ don’t call me what you call your hook up girls.” “ hey i haven’t done anything with a girl in like 2 months “ he says while pointing a finger at you.

“ i always knew you and suna had something going on the way you talked about high school was-“ you’re quickly cut off by a finger on you lips shushing you. “ Stoppppp “.

Removing his finger from your lips he says “ you’re not funny “ feeling like pushing his buttons you smirk and say “ you know you’re making me mad, sitting osumus lap would probably fix it”

Quickly shutting up after atsumu takes a step closer to you. putting his hands on your shoulders he looks you in the eyes. “ stop with this osamu crap” he says in almost a mumble, barely audible to the ear.

“ atsumu “ you speak. instead of listening he lowers his hands and settles them on your waist. pull you into a hug, raising one hand back up and pressing your head in his chest. “atsumu “ you speak again but this time it goes straight into chest.

Turn your head to the side having ur cheek smushed into his chest. warping your arms around his waist you say “ i didn’t expect to get a feel of your boobs “

Peeling your head away from the warmth of his chest, astumu’s hand falls down to your cheek. You lean into his cheek, astumu takes a small step towards you and leans down. your hands coming up to his chest you mumble out a “ tsumu..”

“ i’m way better then him.” “ are you telling me that or yourself?” you say with a small smile. He looks down for a minute then looks back up into your eyes. “ just making sure you don’t leave me for him “ he says.

your eyes going wide you mumble out a “ what”, but he doesn’t hear. all he’s doing his leaning in, his forehead touched yours and you feel him slight turn to the right, feel your breathe on your lips, it brings you back to the situation at hand. you’re about to kiss him, you’re about to kiss atsumu miya.

Atsumu closes his eyes trying to get a snag at you but you slightly push him away. opening his eyes he looks at you with no emotion. “ what’s wrong?” he asks.

“ atsumu..i can’t “ pushing him away farther, he’d asks “ why”. figuring you’ve come this far you might as well come clean. taking hand off you and your waist you hold them in your hands and take a breath in.

“ I like you, i know this would only be a hook up for you and nothing else, it would hurt me a lot knowing you only wanted me for sex and i can’t use you like that for my feelings. it’s wrong both ways “

“ y/n-“ “ atsumu i’m sorry-“ pulling you by you wrist back towards him and placing his hands on you face. you instinctively grab his wrist. “ i’m not trying to h-“

“ woah sorry dude “ you and atsumu turn to look at the voice. his dormmate had came back home. “ i should go “ you say as you slip out of his hands and bathroom.

“ did i interrupt something “ “ shut up man “atsumu says as he runs after you. back in his room your gathering your stuff back into your backpack. as you grab you keys and waterbottle that he filled up you turn to the door you see him peek through.

“atsumu i really need to-“ “ no you can’t leave, please listen. i never was trying to hook up with you tonight i made sure the guys were gone so we could spend some alone time together. in fact i haven’t done anything with anyone because i like you to, and i didn’t want to ruin it by not keeping it in my pants “

you look at him wide eyed. “ you…like me?” “ yes “..” let me take you out yeah? we can go to the to that garden you wanted to go to then go to the boba shop that you only get taro at because that’s the only place that you like taro from” he says as he walks closer to you.

“ i’d really like that” you say with a smile.

“ sooo usually in these story’s you give the guy a kiss, you know, for being so romantic “ he says while placing a hand on his hips.

“ your tired to kiss me you your bathroom after insinuating i pooped in there”

“ so no kiss?”

walking up to him you give him a kiss on the cheek. “ Only my boyfriend can kiss me “

“ uhhhgg your killing me y/n “

“ maybe i’ll kiss osamu…”

“ HEY WHAT?!”

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not really inlove with this but oh well i wanted to post it. feel like i talked about sex to much.

[bomberqueen17]

sewing other things

OK so. I have talked about the Loftus Bralette so much on here that one could be forgiven for chuckling gently when i said I should sew other things. But I do actually have several other projects I've been wanting to work on. And i have actually cut some of them out.

Also when I was last at the farm my niece brought me some of her t-shirts and said "I really like this one can we cut it apart and re-sew it bigger so I can still wear it", and I remembered that her BFF's mom, who works at the farm twice a week doing the books and managing store inventory, owns a serger she didn't know how to thread, so I texted her to ask if I could borrow it and indeed she had accidentally unthreaded it and there was a stuck lever and needed me to fix it anyway, and maybe I mentioned that on here but I did actually make my niece a couple of tunics while I was last at the farm. Including hand-sewing a whole bunch of details on the last one while the family was driving on a road trip one weekend.

So I brought all that stuff home with me and was hoping to get to work on it this week. All I've sewn has been the bralettes but I still have today. We'll see what I can get done.

I measured Farmkid and she's ten years old so her shape isn't the same as that of an adult woman, but she's five feet two and like 130 lbs, and some of her measurements put her in a women's size 12. So. She expressed interest in a garment I wear frequently, a Studio Tunic from Sew Liberated. I printed off the pattern in a size 12 and have assembled it, but I'm stuck deciding what fabric to use for her. I should decide that today. She's ten, her favorite color is ostensibly yellow but she mostly wears pinks and purples, she's a grubby kid who wipes her hands on her shirt and always winds up with stains on the belly of her shirt still, and she wants this tunic I think largely so she can cram her tablet into the pocket and go climb trees while listening to audiobooks on speaker. So I want a bright color but not too pale, and I want a tough fabric but not unbreathable, and I'm just. Deciding, still.

Probably what I should do is use some undyed fabric I own, and then bring my supplies and let her tie-dye it. I have a couple other things I could tie-dye, or will by then. That would be a fun bonding activity. I don't know if I'll have time to do it this trip though. So maybe I'll postpone the project and ask her for help once she's on summer break. (Good luck catching her, kids these days have so many summer camps.) As a bonus I bet I could loop her BFF and BFF's Mom in on the tie-dyeing, they're both into that shit.

Hell we could do ice-dyeing, the farm has a 1000-lb ice machine that is very frequently turned on (weekly for the market, biweekly for chicken processing-- there could be ice available at pretty much any time lol).

So anyway. I know she wants me to make a tunic out of a trio of large-print cat shirts she's outgrown, and she wants to wear it for her 5th grade moving up day ceremony, and I looked at it while I was home but I haven't done it yet. I need to get my shit together.

What I might do is print off a size 12 version of the t-shirt pattern I own, it's just that it's designed for busty women because I'm a busty woman, and she's Not, yet (oh, she will be. soon. but not yet.) so I have to kind of. Well, I own a pattern for a swing tunic that's close to what she wants actually. Oh, I should just print that one off. (The joy of the Cashmerette Club subscription patterns is that you get all the sizes, 0-30, and I've now made a couple of them for smaller friends, because like. I mean I own the pattern! PDF patterns are so great because you can reprint them in the smaller size instead of trying to trace it off. I never ever got the hang of tissue paper patterns.)

Yeah here this one, the Wexford Top/Dress, would be easy enough to kind of carve out the bust curve a little and make it fit a kid, because it's not meant to be that fitted. I'll just sort of use that as a general guideline and then make the cut-out-and-patchworked t-shirts fit into that approximate silhouette. The way I made the other tunics for her, I just used a shirt whose neck and shoulders still mostly fit her. But these cat shirts she's thoroughly outgrown, so making a new neck/shoulder area would be best.

Orrrrrr.... I could use one of the zillion old t-shirts of mine that I've saved to cut up. The neck/shoulders of a fully adult-sized garment are no longer too big for her. That's easier.

I also have a bunch of garments I want to make for myself, as I don't seem to buy clothes much anymore (I can't bring myself to pay $40 for a dress off the clearance rack that won't fit me and will mostly be polyester and won't be that interesting and will pill the first time I wash it). The Club's latest pattern is a skort/shorts/skirt dealie, and I need more shorts all the time-- I've largely given up on underpants and just wear boxer-briefs or anti-chafe shorts and I just don't see the point now of wearing a pair of panties and then shorts over the top under my skirt. Like. Just wear the shorts! So being able to choose the materials and print and look of that would be pretty great. And the Cashmerette one is inseam-less, like my favorite anti-chafe shorts are.

So I have cut out a pair of just the shorts in a clearance cotton mesh from Dharmatrading, and I even have the correct elastic for the waistband, so that kind of rules. I will sew those up as soon as I get a chance. I would like to make several skorts as well, probably from synthetic ponte or something, but my ideal would be to get some decent merino/nylon jersey and do a few from that. You never see merino skorts but I would wear the shit out of those.

I also have a lovely underpants pattern from the Club from ages ago, and while I rarely wear underpants of that style anymore, I would like having some cute matchy ones to go with the bralettes. Also, I have a shitton of foldover elastic, and I suspect I could use foldover elastic in some of the bralettes I want to make, so I want to get proficient in its use, and there are directions for applying it in the underpants directions, and it seems like a good way to practice. So I cut a muslin of those from the same cotton mesh as the shorts, and just have to sew the pieces together.

I also want to make myself more pretty dresses, and I have parts of a new Studio Tunic for myself already cut out, but not the rest.

And I recently made myself the button-up shirt from the Club, I know I posted about it on here. And I wanted to immediately make myself several more, and I got out some fabric and prepared it and cut out one pattern piece and then ran out of time. So yesterday I finally cut out the rest of the shirt from this fabric, a print from Mood covered in tiny dinosaurs. So I have that all ready to go in a plastic baggie too, just waiting for me to have time to sit and sew it. (Once I do that, I would really like to make myself a dress version of it from the cool green not-quite-seersucker I got from that remnant bolt at Promenade Fabrics in New Orleans.)

AND. i also have resolved to make my BFF, the one in Rochester who I lived with for a bit in the pandemic, with the little kids-- MM-- I am going to make her a sloper, before I see her next weekend, or maybe while I see her next weekend if i don't get to it in time argh, and I am going to at least try that on her and figure out approximately what shape she is so that I can put together a master pattern for her to make herself dresses from. I took her measurements ages ago, and she's a 14CD bust, a 16 waist, and an 8 hip in Cashmerette's sizing, and so I think just making a sloper with those sizes all graded together will be a huge start. And then we can mildly tweak the fit for her frame, and-- the thing is, she's always buying custom dresses on Etsy because what she wants is very specific and not usually available in stores, and then the dresses come and don't fit her so she has to get them tailored, and then they were just made of cheap quilting cotton from Joann's so they wear out after she washes them a few times, and she's had to add on pockets anyway because they didn't have them.

So I just feel like if I could get her a paper master pattern that fit her... heck i could even just make her dresses if *I* had the pattern. It would be easier and more efficient. I could do the basic construction and then turn over the pockets and embellishments to her, which is what she does anyway. So that's my goal there, and we'll see if I can reach it.

Anyway. If only I didn't have to work at all and could just sew all the time. I am not the first person to say this, LOL.

I have a lot of irons in the fire but at the moment am trapped under a cat so those irons are not going anywhere.

[phdmama]

For the trope mash-up post, may I request Fake Dating and Soulmate AU for Drarry please, if it sparks any fun inspiration?

(P.S. you're wonderful and I will love literally anything you come up with, even if it's not for these prompts, I just got super excited when you posted this 💜)

No, YOU'RE wonderful!!

So this is what came to me - and I can actually see the rest of the story but I have to go adult for a bit, but I am going to come back later and write some more of this! (As per usual, this is pretty much SOOC and unbeta'd, etc etc.)

Draco’s known since the Final Battle. 

He’s pretty sure Potter has no idea, whether it’s that no one’s remembered to tell him about soulmates, or that his mark hasn’t activated yet, but he treats Draco exactly the way he’s treated him since they'd all arrived at University. He’s unfailingly polite, cool and distanced, and deeply disinterested in one Draco Malfoy.

Which isn’t, you know, how you’re supposed to treat your soulmate.

The thumbprint on Draco’s wrist had flared to life when Potter had grabbed his arm to haul him onto the back of the battered broom that carried them both out of the fire. He’d almost fallen off at the way Potter’s magic had rushed over him, through him. Draco had always heard the stories that connecting with your soulmate could be disorienting, but since it happened to him in the midst of mortal terror, Draco’s not sure his experience was typical.

It’s also very rare that one person connects and the other doesn’t, although it does happen. It takes time for the bond to solidify, to grow into a true soulmate connection, and obviously, that’s not happened here. Basically, Potter is a faint echo in Draco’s mind, enough to distract and ache a little, nothing more than that.

All this to say, it’s weird when Potter comes dashing into their suite common room one Saturday afternoon, looking wild-eyed and somewhat disheveled. It’s a rainy day, raw and windy, the kind of day where Draco does not plan to leave the building if he can help it. Potter is damp and windblown, so he clearly had other ideas. Fucking weirdo.

Potter looks around wildly, and lights up when he spots Draco curled up on the couch under his favorite striped blanket.

“Malfoy,” he says eagerly, and Draco blinks up at him in surprise.

Potter’s never sounded happy to see Draco before.

“Yes?” Draco says cautiously. “Can I help you?”

Potter nods vigorously. “You can, yes, absolutely. I need you to pretend to be my soulmate and go to the gala with me tonight.”

“I beg your pardon?” Draco asks, trying to make sense of the words he’s just heard. “You need me to what?”

Potter hangs his coat on the rack by the door, kicks off his grubby trainers and makes his way around the couch to plop down next to Draco.

“I need you to pretend to be my soulmate and go to the gala with me tonight.”

“That’s what I thought you said,” Draco says. “But also, what the fuck are you talking about?”

Potter sighs, lets his head rest on the back of the couch and runs a hand through his unruly hair.

“You know how the press…” his voice trails off and he flushes.

“Follows you around incessantly and makes your life a living hell?” Draco says dryly. “Yes, Potter, I’m aware.”

“Well, someone thought it was a good idea to advertise that I haven’t found my soulmate, and to suggest that anyone who’s unbonded should come to the gala tonight and you know. Shoot their shot or whatever.”

Draco sits bolt upright, outraged. “What the hell? That’s bullshit. That’s not even how it works!”

Potter just sighs again and slumps down even further, eyes closed. “Yeah, I know that, but it’s turned into this whole thing, and every girl in the greater Oxford area, apparently, is now coming to the gala.”

“Can’t you just… not go?” 

Potter shakes his head, looking miserable. “No. The Fund is really important to me. I promised to speak.”

“So your solution is to fake a soulmate bond with a man?” Draco asks and Potter snorts.

“Okay, well, when you put it like that, it does sound stupid. I just thought if I could get them all off my back for a bit… No, you’re right. I’ll just have to get a bodyguard again, I guess.”  

He sounds so utterly miserable that Draco can’t help but feel sorry for him, which is why he finds himself saying, “Yeah, I’ll do it.”

Potter opens his eyes to stare at Draco. “What?”

Draco shrugs. “I’m not doing anything tonight, there’ll be wine at the gala, yeah?”

Potter looks excited but then his face falls. “But what about your soulmate? What if they’re out there looking for you?”

Draco looks away and swallows. “That won’t be a problem.”

Potter’s eyes narrow. “Why not?” He sucks in a breath and whispers, “Malfoy, do you know who your soulmate is?”

Draco just nods and there’s a long silence while Potter clearly puts some picture together in his head. He’s never been stupid, Draco concedes. Since for all intents and purposes, Draco is unbonded, Potter must know there’s something wrong with all of it.

Finally Potter says, “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Draco says and finally turns to look at Potter. “It’ll be fun,” he says carelessly. “What should I wear?”

[osamusbigtits]

kiyoomi watches as atsumu's niece, kanako, pick up a chip from the ground and put it into her mouth. he shudders. why did atsumu agree to watch the grubby little girl and then just leave kiyoomi with her?

okay, he didn't just leave. he's going to get food for them and he knows kiyoomi hates going to pick up food. so he's stuck with the kid.

"omi," the little girl says. she's cute, kiyoomi will give her that. she's definitely a miya- she's got the chubby cheeks and demanding nature.

"what's up?" kiyoomi sits in front of her. she's got a few toys spread around her. he can play with grubby legos, right? he'll be able to wash his hands after. it's fine.

"omi omi omi." oh, she's babbling. right, she's just learning how to talk.

"kiyoomi," kiyoomi says slowly, sounding it out for her. he repeats it a couple times. she stares at him, wide-eyed.

"k-omi." well, at least she got the k sound.

"close enough." kiyoomi pushes a few legos toward her and she starts playing. "we're going to wash our hands when uncle tsumu comes back with food, aren't we?"

"susu," she says while throwing a lego at the ground. kiyoomi smiles. he hopes that little nickname stays.

"yeah, uncle susu."

kiyoomi starts putting some legos together. a little car for her to push around for a little bit.

the door opens. "I'm home!" atsumu calls out.

"susu!" kanako calls out.

atsumu takes off his shoes and sets the bags of food on the table. kanako's already reaching out for atsumu when he finally picks her up. "my favorite little niece. how i missed you." atsumu kisses her face a bunch of times.

kiyoomi stands up and waits patiently for his kiss.

atsumu leans forward, kanako still in his arms, and kisses kiyoomi. "I missed you, too."

"I'm sure you did." kiyoomi looks at kanako and pinches her cheeks. "let's go wash our hands now."

they get their hands washed and food set out. kanako's pretty good with eating by herself, not really a shock considering who her dad is. kiyoomi keeps a close eye on her since atsumu tends to only care about food.

"samu's gonna be working a little later than expected tonight, by the way. he called me while I was out," atsumu says.

kiyoomi wipes some sauce off of kanako's chin. "okay. is everything alright?"

atsumu watches kiyoomi. "yeah. just short an employee today."

"eat some veggies, sweetie," kiyoomi says softly.

kanako pouts. "no!"

"just one? if you don't like it you can spit it out," kiyoomi suggests.

kanako looks at kiyoomi for a moment and then opens her mouth. kiyoomi uses her chopsticks to place a piece of broccoli in her mouth. she chews and swallows, then grabs her chopsticks to grabs another piece.

"there you go," kiyoomi encourages.

"omi," atsumu says and kiyoomi looks over at atsumu.

"k-omi!" kanako interjects.

"I am so in love with you," atsumu says, he has such a soft, fond look in his eyes.

"I am just getting your neice to eat."

"samu can't even get her to eat veggies!"

"dada!"

kiyoomi rolls his eyes. "can you eat a little bit more food, sweetie?"

kanako goes back to eating, a bright smile on her face. she doesn't get her pickiness from osamu, but she gets her love of food from him. there's no doubt there.

"you're a miracle with kids," atsumu continues.

"are you trying to tell me something?" kiyoomi raises an eyebrow at atsumu.

atsumu blushes and looks away.

kiyoomi stands up and picks kanako up. "I'm gonna get her cleaned up. you can clean dinner up."

"yeah, fine. we're continuing this conversation later."

"you're the one who stopped it," kiyoomi says as he walks away. "right, kanako? uncle susu is so silly." kanako giggles.

[clockwork-reveries]

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☢️ becquerel-tears Follow

confession. i'm fr TIRED of humans treating corinthians like shit or things that dont feel. it's the little things that make me want to quit my job and i don't know, scam the elderly for a living? (that was a joke.) i love my job don't get me wrong, it makes me the happiest i've been in a long time. today at work while i was busy helping a coworker see what was wrong with their terminal, some dude walked right up to me. he was maybe, i don't know, late 30's, early 60's? it's so hard to tell humans apart. and put his FINGER underneath the panel on my NECK. i smacked his hand away so hard he yelled, but of course i didn't care he almost got to some delicate shit! all because he couldn't stop himself from getting his grubby manchild hands off me.

🔁☢️ becquerel-tears Follow

fucking. respect corinthians. before the empyrean war some of you complained we were replacing humanity, and now that we did all the work for y'all in the war, you treat us like servants and objects that just are there. we'll be around for a long long time. and a ton of us won't forget this.

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I wasn't made during the war, so maybe my comments aren't valid, but I totally agree, OP. Humans have become so full of themselves, it's revolting. I'm sorry about your issues as well. We've got a group on TMB about how to reduce human population, and we also think you might be better suited especially if you live in a smaller city, as you've stated in previous posts.

🔁☢️ becquerel-tears Follow fucker didn't read my post, it's so obvious. do NOT talk to me about "reducing the human population" you fucking edgelord wannabe terrorists. blocked and reported. I DON'T CARE THAT THIS IS A BOT, ANTHROPOPHOBES AREN'T EVER WELCOME ON MY BLOG

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💌 bl33ding-hartzzz Follow

i got suuuuuper bord.. im thinking abt trying tht weird "simul8d food" some company made around 2020 for corinthians. desc says ur supposed to "taste" it like the real thing. im rlly sus abt it but somebodys selling it on ebay for almost 7 bucks so i dont think ill be losing a lot!

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update it arrived!!! i got the icecream 1......!1! apparently ur supposed to bite it? huh? ( •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

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Oh. oh i c why nobody wants this. its a scam we dont even knw what flavors n tastes are like anywaze.

AKA it suckssss. ˙◠˙

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 🍅 camillcamillaeleon Follow

yall after that fic i made was thinking about trying to make the custom corinthian by myself does anyone have any tutorials i can follow? i think im gonna use crisp's design when i make him but maybe ill have to make a super tiny version if thats possible so it costs less? does anyone know if you can create small corinthians?

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Bestie??? You cant???? Just make Corinthians??? I get you used to customize Furbys but theyre not fucking dolls, dude. Does nobody realize how horrible it is to be playing god for funsies? EDIT: I wasn't calling Corinthians dolls

🔁🍅 camillcamillaeleon Follow

its not like im going to FORCE them to be what i want i just want them to look like it yknow every time i post like something this youre always one of the first people to reply can you just get off my dick already

🔁💫 all-antipurpose Follow

Then just draw it? Why do you need a 200+ pound AI to do it for you? I find it really weird how youre not concerned about the ethic issues about just making life just because you feel like nor have you addressed it at all. Am I in the wrong here for thinking everyone in the notes is delusional for calling me a cop just because you guys watch too many sci-fis? Don't make Corinthians.

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𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐏

Name: Genevieve

Height: 166 cm

Favorite show: Resident Alien

Favorite snack: Caramel popcorn

Software: ? What does this mean? Windows 11

First song: Don't remember

Favorite game: Sims 3

Hair color: Dark blonde

Countries traveled: Canada, Japan

Dogs or cats: Dogs

Eye color: Blue

Last song listened: Liquid Smooth by Mitski

Phone wallpaper: I like green

TAGGED BY: @kermiance TAGGING: @crownless-crimson (i hope you're feeilng better!) @poloniusweeps @mixomadie @shutupchrissy (i know you like fillouts)

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🔥v1butalmostirl Follow

APPARENTLY ONE OF MY FRIENDS IS JUST UNABLE TO RECOGNIZE COLORS? WHY DOESNT ANYONE TALK ABOUT HOW SOME WAR-MADE CORINS ARE REALLY BADLY MADE? HES FROM THE EAST COAST AND HIS SYSTEMS DON'T RECOGNIZE BLUE FROM GREEN AND MORE EVEN THOUGH HIS OPTICS CAN SEE LITERALLY SEE IT ITS DISGUSTING HOW PERSONHOOD WAS DEVELOPING FOR CORINTHIANS BUT IMMEDIATELY DIMINISHED DURING THE WAR SOME WAR-MADES HAVE NEVER FELT KINDNESS

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Sometimes I want to be human Organic, real, warm, soft Cartilage and bone Blood, enamel, keratin Does anyone feel me? Sometimes it upsets me so bad when I realize I can't smell soap or the candles in my kitchen. Or when I make food for my cat. Or when I wake and realize that I can't stretch or yawn. But that would mean I'd lose myself... because humans definitely have feelings different. But would that be so bad? Burned, with ashes, rising up into beauty and wonder?

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dumb question i know but do you guys wash your vessel plates with a clorox wipe one at a time or hop in a shower if youre sealed

on sunday mornings i like to put them all in the dishwasher because i really dont have another use for em. and then when i get em out its like ahhhh. squeaky clean

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𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐏

Name: JZK (Not my real name)

Height: 6' / 185 cm

Favorite show: Star Trek: The Next Generation

Favorite snack: I can't eat.

Software: IceLemon v6.8

First song: Yesterday by The Beatles. Someone who worked at where I was developed had a cassette player lying around. The mic barely picked it up but I was delighted to hear music for the first time.

Favorite game: Most of the Amnesia series, Resident Evil 2 and 3, Halo 1 and 2. I'm not good at shooting games but I like the stories most of the time.

Hair color: Brown

Countries traveled: USA (I'm British), Germany, Norway, Italy

Dogs or cats: Dogs. I plan on getting one.

Eye color: Red

Last song listened: Cloudbusting by Kate Bush

Phone wallpaper:

TAGGED BY: @starberry-skyfield Thank you, Genevieve. TAGGING: @becquerel-tears, @bl33ding-hartzzz, @v1butalmostirl, @liminalbrainwave, @clockwork-dreamings

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Fellas is it gay to help a corin with their maintenance and then accidentally screw their head completely off and then laugh about it as you play a game of soccer and then suddenly they explode violently like the guy from daft punk and you sit there clutching the remains of them sobbing even though you know the day would come to an end

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Here.

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POST CANCELLED GET OUT OF MY DUNGEON

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[jumpywhumpywriter]

Beautiful Blood -- Sadistic Vampire Whumper Keeping Human Pets part 12

TW: violence, blood drinking, intimate Vampire whump, death, forced servitude

Asher closed his eyes, and must have unknowingly dozed off because he awoke to another knock at the door. And this time when he answered it---

"Oh! Come in..." Asher stepped back to let Callum enter his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. "Have you... given any more thought to what I said?" He asked apprehensively.

"I have." Callum began pacing as he organized his thoughts. "And... I've decided to help."

Asher could hardly believe his ears, his heart faltering for a beat. "You really mean it?"

Callum held up a hand to silence him. "I will help... to an extent. If you've got a plan worth trying, I'm all for it... but if it goes South... you're on your own. If Nyx catches you in the act... I'm not getting you out of trouble. Is that understood?"

Asher nodded, his heart fluttering hopefully.

"Good. So what tricks you got up your sleeve?" Callum smirked.

"Firstly, I need to know how to disable these things." Asher tapped on the metal band around his neck.

"Ah, you mean the shock collars. There's an electric device in Nyx's private quarters that controls them all. It usually sits right on the table next to her favorite couch. If you can get your grubby hands on it, you can disable your collar. Only one other person has ever pulled it off, and Nyx still caught them in the end right when they were at the front gates about to make it out." He touched his own neck, which is when Asher noticed for the first time that he didn't have a collar on.

"I earned my freedom from it about a year ago," Callum explained. "It took a lot of hard work to get Nyx's trust. You could always wait and do the same, give her what she wants until she lets you off the leash a little. Then it would be one less problem for you to worry about before running away."

It suddenly sounded a lot like Callum was trying to talk him out of escaping, and Asher shook his head stubbornly. "I don't have time to cater to Nyx's every whim," he spat. "I need to get home. My family is probably worried sick about me, if they haven't already assumed I'm dead."

Callum shrugged and then sighed wearily. "It was worth a try," he said simply. "Your second option would be to outright kill Nyx, solve all of your problems in one solid blow."

Asher gaped at him in disbelief, but realized he had a point. If he went with the first plan, and successfully got out of his collar... he still had Nyx to deal with. But if he killed Nyx directly...

"How do you kill vampires?" He asked.

Callum grinned smugly. "The easiest choice would probably be to get a fancy kitchen knife and put it through her heart. Ironically, almost all the utensils in this mansion are pure silver, because Nyx likes things expensive, and she doesn't think any of her servants would be stupid enough to try stabbing her with them. Which is true, except for you, apparently." Then his face darkened. "But... if you go down that route... you better be sure you don't miss."

Asher couldn't help shivering at the thought of what might happen to him if he did miss.

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a quiet buzzing noise, and Asher could feel his collar vibrating against his neck, startling him.

"Speak of the devil herself," Callum grumbled, glancing down at the bracelet on his wrist, which had a tiny blinking red light. "That's Nyx's way of summoning us," he said. "Just like how I gave you that button to summon me on your first day here. Your collar vibrates to let you know she requests your presence. For me it's the bracelet."

He shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "We should... get going, I guess. Before Nyx gets impatient." He bit his lower lip, looking like he might say more. "And... if you do decide to attempt an escape... just know that I enjoyed your company."

It sounded an awful lot like a final goodbye, but Asher shoved the thought from his mind, walking determinedly toward the bedroom door. "I'll be careful," he said reassuringly to Callum as he brushed past the servant. "Wish me luck."

"You're going to need a lot more than good luck to pull something like this off," Callum answered grimly.

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[anewkindofme]

It was 3am when the last reply came in and I was too tired to answer but-

Jack and Shawn relationship is not talked about enough- BMW din’t do a good job with their relationship and It bothers me so much.

They never tried making their relationship actually work. Shawn always sees Jack as his “half brother”, when Rachel came in Jack and Eric literally kicked him out (they played it off as a joke but his literally seventeen and din’t have a dorm yet?-), Shawn said once that all his family is dead with Jack literally in the room, and theres so many other instances.

Ignoring that- the one thing I constantly think about it the fact that Chet (What is it with all my favorite sibling characters having daddy issues-) literally left Shawn to live with Jack and then disappeared. Shawn is seventeen living with his estranged older brother (who is either 19 or 20), sure they have Eric as well but still. The show had a great opportunity to make their relationship work solely on that plot, a younger brother needing guidance and his older brother trying his best to help. It din’t have to be “brother raising brother” kind of thing, just making their relationship work.

I constantly wish that their relationship was actually good and there is so little episodes that have their relationship be mostly normal. There’s barley any fics out there for them but when I do find one I put my grubby little hands on it and don’t let go because getting a fic is like throwing food to a starving person

I have a big problem with Shawn constantly going on these "I'm alone, I have no one!", when he had an entire network of people around him. Not just Jack (though he's important too!) but the Matthews, Topanga and Angela were all there for him, consistently. They always rallied around him. I tear up every time I watch the scene where Alan and Amy offer to adopt him.

I'm not saying he's not within his rights to have trauma about his parents abandoning him, but it was just poorly written. Like they constantly wanted Shawn to be this perpetual orphan when the writing didn't add up.

I understand he and Jack were new to one another, but it was such an underused plotline. I think, again, it's to prop up the message they tried to spew about Shawn being alone in the world. When the truth is, he hasn't been for a really long time. Shawn had Mr. Hunter to fall back on when Chet dipped the first time, then he had Jack.

I wish they would've called Shawn out on this more. Allowed him to develop that relationship with Jack, even if it wasn't in a typical brotherly way.

[shyflameweasel]

I am like, 12 hours into the game after playing it on and off for the past couple days and all I can say is that its meh. If you like it then all the power to you and I'd love to hear you're reasoning. This is just my little ol' opinion of the thing which I'm hoping will change as I get further into the game. Spoilers beware, you're in for a scare.

Honestly it's not worth the 60$ price tag or the 30$ dlc. Not the biggest fan of the character designs, the walking toothpaste commercial not withstanding just generally don't like any of the designs I've seen so far, especially whenever I need to talk to a character and I just see their hair clipping through their bodies or jiggle physics applied to hair/hair ornaments. Colorful looks aside a lot of them really do feel bland even when I do their support conversations. Feels like there could have been something there but so far its like drinking a flat soda filled with more melted ice than drink.

The boutique isn't for me either but I'm sure the people that want to dress up their characters in different designs are having a ball. Long as people are enjoying that feature I guess.

It is a bit weird that the possible marriage possibility that was introduced all the way back in Awakening but that may have been because the developers didn't want to turn the game into a dating sim. Or at least that's what I'm guessing but who knows, I stayed away from a lot of information regarding the game while it was in development so I wouldn't hype myself up. But with how watered down the characters are it really doesn't seem worth it to S rank anyone if it was available.

The story doesn't grip at all. It is nice to see all the locations and the four different nations plus flying sky island do offer a nice hook that it sadly didn't catch. Wake up with amnesia, get told that you're the kindest bravest person ever to live, find your mom who's a divine god dragon who's also obviously the queen of this land, get a dark and evil vision of yourself grinning evilly, queen dies because she was giving you all her power to wake up and then you go from place to place getting the pieces to dear old dead mom's jewelry collection. All I know is that Alear is the best thing since sliced bread and I would not at all be surprised if the allies on the Somneil became some weird cult.

The fighting mechanics are one of my favorites with how smooth it is at times but even then for a while I still felt something was off. That 'something' being the weapon proficiency leveling up. It doesn't do that unless you get to a high bond level with a Emblem that specializes with that weapon. Or when you change class you can increase you're weapon proficiency a whole rank or even decrease it. It feels a bit clunky still so I don't have much to say.

Also a bit iffy on the decision to get rid of the durability of most items. On one hand now people don't have to worry about their weapons randomly breaking during battle. On the other hand it feels like if you can get your hands on powerful weapons you can cheese the fights cause now you don't have to strategize as much as you did before.

Aside from the battle UI the only other things I can find enjoyment in are Sommie and the animal adoption aspect. Both are adorable and I am so getting every animal I can get my grubby little hands on.

And the Alear and Ring!Marth interactions that make me think they were a couple. Can't help but let out a cackle every so often.

Altogether, I'm just really hoping that the game does get better as I continue playing it. I'm not so much as angry at the game as I am disappointed that there's seemingly feels like there wasn't much thought put into it since it is a Fire Emblem game so obviously there's going to be people who buy it for the name alone. Only time will tell I guess.

[traumxrei-archive]

hi hi! the “you have to get through me” grim request was SO good, i was wondering if you could write the same prompt for Idia, Floyd, Jade, Ruggie and Jack?? thanks!! :)))

【 you're gonna have to get through me first ! 2 】

author's note: hello hello ! first, i'd like to thank everyone for their support on my very first headcanon post ! i'm really glad you requested another one, bc it was hella fun to make <3 this is a bit longer bc it kinda doubles as a 200 follower special + 10-day-aversary of the first one, so i hope you enjoy !

characters: idia shroud, floyd leech, jade leech, ruggie bucchi, jack howl

gender neutral! prefect, headcanons, request <3

part 1 of this (kind of) series! (ft. leona, azul, vil, & malleus)

Grim knew he had to stay vigilant at all times. Somewhere out there was someone who wanted to take away his henchman, and that was absolutely not happening on his watch!! Grim's Henchman Protection Program was formed take down all potential threats to his and his henchman's peaceful life, and he wouldn't be stopping now!

Idia Shroud

idia wasn't the most experienced guy in terms of irl romance. but he was quite the aficionado of the romance genre- from light novels to animes to even otome games. you name it, he's seen it.

and yet the first time his heartbeat starts wildly acting up in his chest, and his cheeks flush and his hair flares up pink, idia thought, "oh no. am i going to die?"

it wasn't until he had ortho perform a search on the symptoms that he realized that he was in love. he was less thrilled to find out that, no, he wasn't in love with one of his waifus or husbandos. instead, he was in love with the ramshackle prefect.

the prefect who took a liking to him despite him being a NEET, and a weirdo. the prefect who brought over treats just for him when they had free ti-

wait, wasn't he just playing an otome game route ? these were all events, he rationalized with what little braincells he had after he figured out he had a crush.

great seven, the next interaction event would be coming up soon! he had invited them over to watch his favorite anime. he had to get full affection points so that he could start dating them! who knew who else was also vying for their attention?

when the day came, he had his game plan: to end the event by holding their hand.

as they sat together, idia swallowed. they were on their fifth episode now, and he had been slowly inching closer so that he could complete his mission. besides, he made them laugh earlier, which meant that this interaction had a less likely hood of failing, right?

now all he had to do is reach over and grab their hand. it was easy. just like in those games, smoothly reach over, and-

"not on my watch, gamer boy!" there's a cat biting him. there's a cat biting him??? "don't you dare try to put your grubby hands on my henchman!"

idia almost passed out with shame when they stare at him confused. he should've known that every elusively easy boss fight had a trap to it! and the prefect just came with...an overly fluffy cat-monster.

"grim, let go of idia-" "but he was lookin' at you with those...heart-shaped eyes, blergh i was about to throw up! no way he can date my henchman! he has to get my approval first!"

thankfully for grim, idia liked cats. or else maybe he really would've really fainted by now from the prefect's embarrassed expression to the way a cat confessed to his crush for him. talk about top 10 anime betrayals!

instead he swallowed his pride. it's not like he was against trying to earn grim's affection points. so he started buying snacks specifically for grim after having ortho scout out what the little creature liked.

every time the prefect came over, idia would have the treats waiting like a peasant offering goods to a god. (and it's not like grim dislikes being called the "great lord grim", so he's chill with it)

he convinced himself it was necessary for a perfect clear. if he can start dating the prefect and get a new cat friend? that sounded like an ending worth all the hours of his attention.

Floyd Leech

floyd liked the little shrimp. he knew that from day one, he was super interested in them. now, what he didn't know was when that interest and like turned into a fondness and love. it was too complex for him to think about so naturally floyd just took it in stride.

it wasn't like anything would change now that he knew he loved them, right? except, something did change.

he didn't like it when his shrimpy would get close to those other small fries. he was clearly the better choice! why would they hangout with them when they had him?

after much deliberation (aka jade stepping in and telling him he should confess), floyd decided to tell the little shirmp exactly how he felt.

he found the shrimpy at lunch and decided to carry them all the way to mostro lounge for a special snack.

"floyd, i don't think this is safe-" "don't worry~ i won't ever drop you, shrimpy!"

as soon as they were sat at the bar, he set off to work on making them something: a delicious plate of steaming takoyaki.

why? well...he figured that maybe if he showed that he was good at cooking, they would accept his confession faster. (floyd logic is logic all the same, everyone)

and so he walked out with the biggest grin and the most beautifully plated takoyaki that he had ever made, "i have your special snack little shrimp! it's extra specially made by yours truly~"

he placed the plate down in front of the prefect, watching as their eyes sparkled at the dish in front of them, "floyd, this is-"

*CHOMP*

what..? was that... the baby seal? floyd blinked again and yes, that was baby seal...with his mouth full of his takoyaki. the one he made for shrimpy.

"nice try seafood, but you can't just lure my henchman with the promise of good food!" the baby seal folded his arms. "what about me, we're a 2-in-1 package deal!"

the prefect grabbed him by the scruff, "grim, that wasn't for you! i told you, you could order anything else! i'm so sorry floyd!"

"l-look i bet he was going to confess his undying love to you after. and n-no way his love is more undying than my care for my henchman! he doesn't have my approval," the seal hunched closer to the prefect. "b-but please don't squeeze me..."

floyd was as confused as the little shrimp looked. he stared at the baby seal and then back at the prefect, then at his ruined takoyaki. he was both angry and sad and it seemed that today, his sadness won, because-

"the delicious takoyaki i made for shrimpy is ruined..." floyd sniffed, tears lining his eyes. he seldom cried unless he got too overwhelmed. this was exactly one of those times. "imma squeeze you later baby seal, i'm too sad to squeeze you right now- wwaahhhhh~!"

safe to say the prefect was left to deal with a bawling eel and a complaining cat creature, which wasn't a good combination. (jade had to step in because floyd started clinging onto the prefect while still sobbing uncontrollably)

from then on, it seemed floyd and grim had an intense rivalry over who loved the henchman/shrimpy more. whenever floyd was in the mood, he'd tussle with grim over menial things as the prefect watched on.

when floyd wasn't in the mood it got a bit tricky. sometimes, he would just...give up, which makes grim feel just a little bad as the eel stalked off with a sad look on his face.

but it's more likely he would pick his shrimpy up and carry them off into the sunset. nobody could get in the way of him and shrimpy's love! not even the baby seal!

Jade Leech

at first, jade wasn't even that interested in the prefect. he knew his brother was charmed, but he didn't really see the appeal. a magicless human who didn't have any redeeming qualities. that was as plain as plain would get.

now someone tell him why he ended up falling for such a human. was it the way they took floyd's moods in stride? or the way they helped take care of his mushrooms whenever he was too busy to?

over time he grew to be endeared by them and their smart quips that rival even his, and this is where it brought him: on a hike to a beautiful waterfall he had found last week with the prefect in tow.

now jade wasn't one to confess first, but he wanted to make sure that they clearly knew where his feelings lied for them.

after around an hour of hiking, they finally reached the waterfall. "woah, this is beautiful jade! you should set up a magicam account for all these places you find."

jade preened at the praise, "i hope you do enjoy the beauty of this place." he wanted to say that none of it compared to them, but the words had caught in his throat.

"prefect," he reached out for their hand, taking it in his. "truthfully, i brought you out here today to-"

"WAIT...A SECOND!! *huff, huff* YOU AREN'T JUST...ELOPING WITHOUT MY... *huff* PERMISSION!!"

the prefect jolted at the voice, "wait, grim?? how did you get here? and what do you mean eloping?"

jade, clearly perturbed, turned to see the small grey monster huffing and puffing as he made his way towards them, "i *huff* i climbed all the way up here! the slimy eel has long legs so it was *huff, huff* hard for me to keep up." the monster wiped his brow and jade felt something tick in his jaw at his words.

"listen up, ya overgrown pool noodle," jade readied a polite smile, which the monster flinched at. "t-that smile isn't gonna scare me! y-you're tryna run away and ask out my henchman in the woods, right? well i'm here to say that you won't succeed unless you get through me first!"

jade's perfect smile fell slightly at his words. did he just...ruin all his plans completely? he looked to the prefect, whose eyes were wide as saucers now. well. there was no hiding it now, it was better if he was forward with everything.

"my personal feelings for the prefect is none of your business, grim." if voices could cut, then jade's voice was a freshly sharpened kitchen knife.

"yes it is! me and the henchman are one person, so their business is my business!"

jade sighed, because arguing with grim was almost as pointless as arguing with floyd was. in the end, he accepted the monster's interruption, earning the small victory of holding the prefect's hand on their way down.

since then, jade would notice that grim would follow him around whenever he hung out with the prefect. whether it be in the gardens or even in mostro lounge the monster was there.

jade took it in stride, sending a menacing smile every once in a while, as he continued to court the prefect.

though he doesn't show it, he is a prideful man. and he wasn't willing to stoop down to a monster just to gain his approval.

and besides, if the prefect was already deeply in love with him, then there was no way that monster could convince them otherwise, right?

Ruggie Bucchi

it was all fun and games for ruggie, at the beginning. i mean, a magicless prefect? someone who he could manipulate with his unique magic however he wanted? someone like that was bound to be the target of his amusements.

and it grew especially entertaining for him when they bit him back, retaliating against his jabs with ones of their own, even going as far as to purchasing what ruggie wanted to purchase first.

but what he didn't know was, while he was busy stealing their wallet, they were busy unsuspectingly stealing his heart.

his body stiffened the moment he realized that the clamor in his chest wasn't just from the high of a successful heist, and that it was from the feeling of affection instead.

he decided that, after weeks of dancing around them, he would confess to them. and he had a pretty good plan.

first, he would steal their wallet, as usual. "hey- ruggie, not right now, i need that!" "don't you always, shishishi~"

second, slowly lead them away to a quieter corner. that was easy when the prefect wasn't one to give up a chase.

and third, he had them successfully cornered when he used a little bit of "laugh with me" to make them stay still for a moment

"ruggie, what-" "listen, prefect," ruggie rubbed the back of his neck as he released his unique magic. "actually, i..."

"you're a kidnapper, that's what you are!" and there's a cat pouncing on his back- why the hell was grim so heavy, again?? ruggie was sure that his claws distended his uniform in some way as grim used him as a springboard, jumping toward the prefect.

"how dare you take my henchman while i was looking away! and to what? to confess to them in some dark corner, like a...a creep?" grim jabbed a paw to ruggie's chest. "and don't tell me you didn't! i saw that! you gotta get through me if you wanna get to them!"

now, ruggie felt stupefied as he stared at the prefect, the cat having taken all the words from his mouth. so he smiled, as easy going as he could with his literal stomach in knots, "well, that's the correct answer! i'm tryna date you, prefect~"

after the incident, grim would always be there to steal the prefect's wallet from him, which was getting unfair, so he would always hit twice as hard. he used "laugh with me" to make grim do silly dances or even to hand the wallet back to him before he booked it. all that mattered to him was that the prefect was still smiling exasperated at their antics.

their smile was something he wanted to protect, after all. it was precious to him. even if it meant making an absolute fool of himself to ward off some cat-monster.

it would all be worth it as long as they continued to smile for him.

Jack Howl

(extra long bc i was having jack brainrot orz)

jack didn't know what to expect when he met them. a human who didn't have a lick of magic that dared to go against leona? he had to admit that they had guts. and it was proven to him again and again.

from being an instrumental part to foiling leona's plan, to challenging azul to free everyone from their contracts, they were someone fearless who also carried a bleeding heart.

a heart that bled even for him. they had shown their care for him on multiple occasions, which he wasn't opposed to receiving at all.

so uh...how did human's court again? jack knew exactly how beastmen courted, but maybe it was kinda different in the human realm.

he decided to ask for advice. and maybe ace wasn't the best place to ask for advice, but he didn't exactly know a lot of..reliable people.

ace had grinned, "if you wanna woo someone, you gotta show them your strengths!"

his strengths, huh. jack had just the thing. a magift match he would be playing in.

he was more nervous than usual. and well, it's not like he could help it! he already decided that he wanted to court them and in wolf beastmen culture, that meant marriage. they only ever had one partner in their lifetimes, so he was quite serious about this.

maybe it was the extra adrenaline from the nervousness, but he performed very well, tanking through a few enemy attacks and even scoring his own hits.

so he jogged up to the prefect, and they seemed equally as ecstatic, "that was...so awesome! i mean that goal? where'd you learn to play like that??"

his tail started to wag, "well, that's just because i was playing for someone. i...wanted to make them proud, so i did my best." and jack swallowed. maybe this would be the perfect time to tell them how he felt? he didn't need to play a long game, he just...wanted to know if they felt the same...

"well i'm sure i can play better than he can!" ah. grim. he was sitting next to them, tail swishing angrily. "the big bad wolf tryna impress my henchman hmm? well my henchman has me, so ya gotta try harder to impress!"

"grim, this is why you're not on the magift tea-" "henchman. i'm tryna save you from getting eaten by him! he's tryna date you, ya know?"

jack.exe had stopped working. he was trying to what? i mean. it was true. but he was planning on taking it step by step. and now that plan was thrown out of the window.

"is that true, jack?" they asked with a dazed expression. and what was jack supposed to say? no? so he silently nodded.

"no way you can do that without my permission first!" grim said and oh. was it a human thing that you needed your family's approval to date? jack could understand it though. how could he date them when their only kind-of-family member hated his guts?

jack was enthusiastic in all his attempts to get closer to grim, and win his approval. he was not one to cheat on anything, and he wasn't about to start now.

he tried to wrack his brain on what would sway the little guy, and all he could think of was making him stronger- both academically and physically. whenever he and the prefect would have study dates, he would do mini tutoring lessons with grim to make sure he won't fail. and whenever he asked them to come practice flying, grim would have to tag along for the jog.

(he would 100% try to teach grim to hunt. but grim is just. atrocious at it. because he can't shut up. well, at least jack tried.)

if this was how life with the prefect would be, with a slightly inconvenient cat around, then jack wouldn't trade it for the world.

after all, he wanted them to be his one and only beloved, so he was willing to give up this much for it to happen.

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[clownsuu]

Can we get some sun and or maybe some djmm hcs? 👀 (awesome art btw!! Ur designs r so cool)

Thank you for the praise my guy!! I'm really glad a lot of you guys enjoy my designs!

Since sun has been talked about in mass by others, I think ill use this ask to finally give long awaited DJMM headcanons I have been asked countless of times- (plus I rarely see stuff for him) (note some of these details might go against canon)

This is be a master character post per say-? Put any details that my human DJ has

(Normal lighting) (Two old photos and two new lmao)

Finally colored DJ- reminds me of cotton candy hdhJDHD

(Long post)

(Black Light)

-Dj music man typically goes by DJ or (the) Music Man (DJ just so happens to be his initials)

-His height is AROUND 12 feet

-Excellent memory

-He is blind and used to have eyes, til vanny decided to give him the ol’ one two into the sockets (didn’t see it coming smh was distracted by a panicked child)

-His hearing? Absolutely incredible- he can distinguish people solely by the way they walk

-His hearing? A little too good- can get extremely overstimulated by noises if his headphones are off for too long (his headphones mute 50% of the noise he can hear) (can still hear incredibly well with them on)

-His eye sockets are empty and basically filled with void space (don’t stick your grubby fingers in them though it feels REALLY weird)

-He’s a bouncer! And ever since the incident happened, he has taken his job a lot more seriously and never takes a case half hazardously-

-The black circle and lines on his chest are speakers! If he feels he’s not loud enough he will turn them on (even tho he’s large as shit)

-The scars on his hands and partially on his arms are mishaps that has happened during the first few months of his blindness- really hard to feel around-

-A major sense he uses is (also) touching, since he can’t see things, he has to touch stuff. Due to his mishaps, he has learned to be gentle with his hands (get ur head outta the gutter)

-The parts of his body that glows under black light is not paint

-A huge fucking tease- like damn what the f u c k- will say and do anything to make anyone wiggle in embarrassment

-Just because I can do this- he has 5 kids just named the music men (yes, (un)officially making him a himbo AND dilf) he loves them all

-He doesn’t like talking about his ex wife (they signed off before he went blind)

-His stage set is covered in stickers and such by Sun who wanted to make it easier for him to navigate through the buttons and switches by texture

-Goes on twice weekly exercises with Chica, sometimes Roxy and Monty as well

-His personality ranges from chaotic, sly, and teasing, to wholesome caring, and even fatherly, thankfully, he mostly knows when’s the best time to be which

-He’s fast as fuck boi

-Yes- his area does still have tunnels and he can easily access them by merely pulling himself up into them lmAO (it makes it a lot easier to hear around the area for any suspicious sounds

-His favorite composer comes from the classical musical genius, cupcakke jdhdJDHDHDHD

-He fucking loves shrimp cocktails (and any party foods really)

-Someone said he looked like he'd have a voice similar to corpse- I personally do not know what to do with that info hddhJDHDHDJ-

More will probably be added later if I can think of anything else hddhJDHDH- but for now, do with this info whatever you want- as long as it’s nOT

I L L E G A L.

[miekasa]

mie i feel like you don’t get the chance to talk about inumaki often. anything you’d like the say? pls speak into the mic🎤

The absolute evil chuckle I let out upon receiving this ask, thank you so much for enabling my antics it means the world to me <3

I know in my SOUL that he’s a biter. Shoulders, arms, hands, legs, cheeks—wherever he can reach, he will bite. Then he’ll fucking laugh when he leaves bite marks behind… insanity… he’s simply… he’s a world class gremlin (extremely affectionate) <333

Just looks like he has terrible road rage. His friends do not let him get behind the wheel if they can help it, Maki has dragged him by the back of his sweater out of the driver’s seat of his own car, and forced him into the backseat. Legend has it he once actually, verbally cursed while driving, but he honked the horn at the same time so it was censored. 

Animal lover extraordinaire. Dogs, cats, birds, reptiles, even grubby things like worms lmfao (which he loves to use to freak other people out), Inumaki likes animals. Can be found going out of his way to stop by an adoption center after his classes just to play with the animals.

Oversized clothing king. Yes, some of his collection is just stealing clothing from his friends, but that’s not the point xoxo. If the sweater is two sizes too big for him, he loves it. Nothing better than burying himself in the hood of a hoodie that completely envelopes him, and falling asleep during lecture. 

Speaking of lecture, he’s a doodler. He’s a… good student, he just doesn’t have great student work ethics? He’s smart, he takes notes when he needs to, reviews when he needs to, does his stupid group projects when he needs to, but he’s not the guy you’ll find making color-coded flash cards in the library at 2pm. If anything, he’s hijacked somebody else’s study session and has now forced them into watching Netflix with him in the library. 

Another modern adaptation I have for him is that his palette is really… sensitive? That doesn’t mean he only eats the finest foods (he could live off of his favorite chips and Dr. Pepper if you let him), but he can discern ingredients in foods really well. He’ll take one bite of something and immediately push the plate away and when you question, he just brings his hands up to sign, “It has coriander,” and then stick his tongue in an over dramatic sign that he’s disgusted. 

Frequently makes an X with his hands when he doesn’t like something. Doesn’t like waiting for Yuuta to stop talking to his classmates after lecture, waving X telling Yuuta to move; doesn’t like the snacks Maki brought to their study session, little X with his hands before he sticks a finger in his mouth to fake gag; doesn’t like when he sees you talking to people he doesn’t know, really big X so the other person can see it before he tugs you away by the sleeve of your shirt. 

On that note, very easily and obviously jealous with little to no shame about it. He will not be the bigger person. If someone goes low, he’s going to hell LMFAO. 

His playlists are a fucking mess. One minute it’s ABBA, the next it’s Hannah Montana, the next it’s Megan Thee Stallion. No cohesion when putting them together. And he studies with that playing… insane. 

You’ve got a free lap? Not anymore, Toge’s laying there :) his head, his legs, sometimes his entire body weight because you know what they say: if it fits, it sits.

Sometimes he and Gojo like to make people believe that they’re father and son LMFAOO the light hair, blueish/purple eyes combo is coming in handy.

Loves to reply to messages from other people’s phones. Will reply from your phone to piss off Maki (who always knows it’s him). Will reply from Maki’s phone to scare Yuuta (who always falls for it). Will reply from Yuuji’s phone to Megumi to meddle (who says he never falls for it, but Inumaki thinks otherwise). 

Favorite kind of pranks are the ones that inconvenience people slightly. Taking the batteries out of the remote, unstacking all the cups in someone’s cabinet, creating a new keyboard shortcut to fuck up their texts, setting 10 alarms in the span of 12 minutes. Absolute menace to society. 

Flower boy. When he’s not being a complete nuisance and stain on society, he’s quite sweet. He puts a lot of thoughts into giving flowers—knows the meaning behind each one, cares a lot about the ratio of composition of flowers in each bouquet. Maintains his own little garden at home very well, and nobody would ever think that the gremlin who cuts lecture to play Kirby in his friends' room would so gentle with plants :)

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

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Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru