#nearly passed tf out both times

[paranoiddreams]

Satosugu NSFW headcannons bc I’m working on the most insane angst rn (Sunshine lovers rise there will be a chapter soon)

- if you’re having both of them at the same time (which is most of the time), be careful not to get into the loop of making each other cum endlessly. It starts off with Satoru saying “hey, I only came once and you both came twice!” So then you suck his dick. But naturally, that makes you horny again. And seeing you sucking Satoru’s cock, AND getting horny about it, makes Suguru horny too. So then you’re all just stuck in a loop of making each other cum to “make sure everything is even”.

- I’ve seen this a lot in the fandom, but Satoru is bigger than Suguru. But that does not mean Suguru is small!!!! It’s actually concerning when you see Suguru’s cock for the first time—you’re like “how tf am I gonna fit that in my mouth?! Much less my pussy??”. And then you see Satoru’s and nearly crash out.

- Suguru is very service dom coded, while Satoru is just the meanest, but cutest, little whore ever. He’ll tell you that you’re a pathetic slut and you only serve to be their fuck toy while Suguru whispers in your ear that he’s just pussy drunk because you make them feel so good.

- with that being said, Suguru is the hardest on punishments. When you cum without permission (from him mostly) or you’re being a little short with them, he’s quick to send you a look or grab your wrist in a way that will subtly tell you to behave. On the other hand, Satoru cannot control himself as soon as any part of him enters your holes. He’ll talk all this crap about edging you until you sob and spanking you until you’re bruised, but then turns to putty once he touches you.

- also, you’re not always the sub. Sometimes when Suguru goes out he’ll tell both of you not to touch yourselves or each other until he’s back, knowing that he’s going to be gone until well after dark. But then you’ll catch Satoru grinding against Suguru’s pillow or something, and you’ll punish him yourself. But by the time you’re both nearly passed out from cumming so much Suguru is back home and ready to punish BOTH of you.

- Suguru wears the pants in the relationship, I’m sorry😭 Satoru is too needy and whiny, while you could melt into a puddle from the slightest suggestive word from them.

- the possessiveness is crazy in here yall. Suguru is literally…well, Suguru, so you already know how he will kill anyone who looks at you and Satoru wrong. Satoru on the other hand, will literally endlessly bully someone while beating the shit out of them if you or Suguru say the word. And you…well, you have both Suguru geto and Satoru Gojo, so ofc no one is even getting a chance to take your baby girls🫡

[boowritess]

Babe I’m begging you to imagine the newest batch of rookies talking about not so badass reader and they’re just passing these legendary war stories back and forth.

There’s a rumor that the reader once killed a man with only a lemon wedge and a shoelace. One newbie says they saw footage of reader taking down a dozen enemy soldiers in the same amount of time it takes to peel a banana. Another said reader was raised by assassins and took down their first mark at age 10.

Nearly 10 feet away the 141 boys are listening to this and collectively thinking back to that morning when they watched the reader spread peanut butter onto bread with a butter knife, drop both the bread (which lands face down) and the knife which they accidentally kick under the refrigerator.

There’s a beat of silence and then a long tortured sigh, and in an accent they had never heard the reader use before they say

“Life is short but also like terribly and insufferably long at the same time.” (Jenna Marbles).

No one but Gaz has any idea what that means but Price thinks it might be some obscure internet reference.

There’s a silent understanding between the boys that if the reader ever kills someone it will be completely by accident.

not my queen and god jenna fucking marbles getting mentioned !!! and also how tf did you know i like peanut butter ?? you is a psychic fr.

i see the headcanons that ghost is this cryptic being around base with strange stories but i am LIVING for reader being one instead.

and i love the idea of reader who overhears the rookies talking and are quick to assume they're talking about ghost.

like reader just suddenly speaks up, leaning against the wall, eating bread, (nothings on it, it's just bread - which only unknowingly adds to readers supposed origin story -)

"one time it was just nothing but teeth-"

"teeth?" *rookie*.

"yeah teeth." reader says with a nod, biting into the plain bread. reader shrugs so casually. "tearing into people's neck. blood, and flesh everyone."

and maybe it's because the main source of light coming from the hallway is behind reader. It makes reader engulfed in black. their shadow filling the room. the rookies staring in what could be horror or disgust, maybe both...

"y'know it just... makes you think. doesn’t it?" readers head turns to the group of rookies. who can feel your eyes digging into them, looking at their exposed flesh.

they suddenly make up excuses and leave the room. making reader let out a thoughtful hum, slowly nodding their head and quietly whispering to themselves, "They get it... I should check out ghost's teeth..." reader mumbles before turning and nearly running into the doorframe.

what i also like about this hc, is that the 141 are totally in on it. spreading stories to the recruits because they think it's the funniest thing.

soap's just casually chatting with a rookie who sees a tiny peeble. he picks it up, holding it to the rookie. "ye know, reader threw one of these so hard and fast that it went right through the scalp of a target we had to take out." soap drawls, then tosses it over his shoulder with a smile on his face while the rookie is just awestruck.

or ghost and gaz are playing poker with some rookies for once.

gaz picks up his newly dealt cards, "Oh ghost, doesn't this remind you of when reader slit the throats of those mafia guys with playing cards." gaz chimes, meeting ghost's eyes across from him. a silent agreement that only they could understand.

ghost nods his head, "yup, then reader used ice on the last guy because the cards got too wet from the blood."

one rookie manages to speak up, "...ice...? but how-?"

ghost and gaz in unison, "you don't want to know."

later that evening, they go into the 141 common room- where reader has managed to find an old wii console and is making price play with them. only to catch reader ready to swing the remote, only to let go on accident and hit the tv square in the middle making the whole screen glitch then go black. and you also fall flat on your ass.

price looks so dissapointed but not surprised.

but gaz, ghost and soap look thoughtful. they could totally spin this into your supposed 'badass backstory.'

[akystaracer22]

Maybe in Another Life We Would Hate Each Other a Little Less

A chance encounter sheds a little light on Adam that Lucifer couldn't have predicted, leading to a moment he thought he'd never have with the man.

Notes (Aka my thoughts while writing):

God is a dick and I wanna kill xem

Adam folds his wings like a bird because monkey see monkey do

Both these guys were traumatised by the same person and we don’t talk about it enough

Probably Guitarduck/Adamsapple but in a fledgeling platonic kinda way

Refer to my ref for what Adam looks like!

I listened to Rät while writing this and- it kind of fits Adam???

Jesus is God’s favourite child and it fucking shows

How tf did this become a sickfic????

Lucifer gets the experience of being me whenever I make the impulsive move to boot up Char.ai and talk to literally any of the AI’s, get aunt agonied bitch.

Oh my god Adam has middle child syndrome.

Can you tell I attended a Christian school when I was younger???

Adam was hiding just how fucked over he was from the wing rot but he’s not having a good time in this. Most of the latter half of the oneshot is him dazed from both the one set of wing rot and the feeling of someone touching his wing.

Shit emergency wing HC for Adam ig: His wings grow warmer corresponding to his mood, as in when he is in general happier his wings radiate warmth and when he’s in a foul mood they’re just normal or even a little cooler.

In saying that yes Lucifer’s wings glow when he’s happy

Word Count: 1902

Fic under cut!

“Fucking- Shit!”

Lucifer paused, looking behind him and backing up to peek through the crack in the door. This ought to be good.

Sure enough, he was right, this was entertaining.

Adam was ranting again.

Honestly it was a nearly daily thing by this point, probably the only good thing about his daughters decision to let Adam stay at the hotel. He loved his daughter, he really did, by Adam was… Adam.

Lucifer knew he was a lost cause.

But still, didn’t mean Lucifer couldn’t tease the hell out of the man since he was stuck down here with the rest of them.

Lucifer’s smirk at watching the first man rant quickly died as he took in the guys appearance, he looked…

“What is wrong with your wings.”

Adam jerked and twisted around, scowling at him and oops he said that out loud didn’t he.

“Piss off!”

Lucifer, in his typical fashion, did not piss off and instead entered the room, “No seriously what is wrong with your wings.”

Now that he was closer, the king was certain they didn’t look like that a week ago. The feathers, while already having looked like a wreck were duller and the colours seemed almost… muted. Ignoring the already horrific state Adam’s wing were in, they shouldn’t look THAT bad so why…

“Wait-”

“I said-!”

“Have you not been preening you wings?”

Adam went silent, staring wide eyed at Lucifer much to the kings confusion. A beat passed, then two.

“What the fuck is preening?”

Lucifer blinked, he wasn’t serious, was he?

Surely not.

.

.

.

“By the heavens you’re dead serious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Lucifer debated whether he should explain it or not. On one hand, it’s Adam. On the other, Wings were a serious thing. He’d even seen Husker cleaning his wings from time to time, for Adam to just not know…

“You know what? For once my hatred of you is outweighed by my need to show you what’s what,” The fallen seraphim huffed, closing the door behind him and summoning a chair to block it from the outside so Adam couldn’t escape. “Come on we’re fixing this travesty.”

“What part of fuck off you do you not understand?!” The first man snapped, his wings mantling as Lucifer rifled through the closet, dragging out one of the many jars of oil he’d had the foresight to put in most of the rooms, perks of being a guy with basic common sense.

“The part where you’re being stupid and my daughter started rubbing off on me,” Lucifer shot back, his own wings serving well to corral Adam towards the bed, “How you don’t know how to preen your wings is beyond me but that’s ending today.”

“Again- what are you blabbering about.”

Lucifer paused, hand hovering just over Adams feathers. Preening someone elses wings was… intimate. It was something reserved for friends, family, lovers, and stuff… not enemies. Was he really going to just go ahead and clean Adams wings for him?

The seraphim’s eyes flicked over to where the ruined wing was draped over the bed. The wing was already in bad enough shape as it was, if he didn’t do this then wing rot was bound to hit it at some point and-

He didn’t really have a choice, not if he didn’t want to watch someone die of wing rot again.

Adam went stiff under Lucifers touch as he started work on the mans functioning wing, it was the easiest to work with, not the mention the safest to start with. The injured wing would no doubt be sensitive to any interaction, so better to start small.

Ish.

Adam shuddered as Lucifer moved between feather’s, periodically reapplying preening oil as he went. He was right as usual, looking closer most of the barbules had been separated and needed to be locked together again. Grimacing, the seraphim gently scratched out what looked like dried blood from where it was hidden in the base of Adam’s Secondary coverts.

“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, his voice for once lacking it’s usual bite. Lucifer paused for a second in confusion before Adam’s wing flexed back into Lucifer’s hand, “Don’t stop!”

“Okay okay!” The king huffed, working on his primaries, “What I’m doing is called preening. It’s something beings with feathers do to clean them.”

“Like birds?”

“Yeah, like birds,” Lucifer agreed, “The oil helps take care of bacteria, but you got to realign the feathers, get rid of the ones ready to moult, and fix the feathers that are out of sorts, though you can just shake the feathers to do that part quicker.”

“Mhm”

Lucifer shifted over to finally tackle the ruined wing and froze, a chill slinking down his spine. As he took in the state of the tattered appendage.

“Shit.”

This close the seraphim could see the red pimples under the thinning layer of feathers surrounding the injury, it was wing rot in its early stages.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer dove his fingers into the scapulars to shut Adam up while he discreetly conjured up some disinfectant for the rot, if he’s lucky he can treat it now and just get Charlie or Vaggie to deal with it now, knock it over the head before it becomes so visible the others can notice. He ignored Adam’s breath hitching as the seraphim started, just as predicted, the wing was sensitive from the damage done to it.

“But seriously you need to do this more, this is just horrific,” Lucifer grumbled to himself, not really caring if Adam listened, “Honestly I’m surprised this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Mmmm tried once… I think?”

Lucifer, glanced at Adam’s face, it was pointed away from him, but he could still sense Adam’s attention was on him, “Yeah?”

“Saw the birds doin’ it and tried to copy ‘em,” Adam continued at the prompt, spreading his other wing, “It hurt so I stopped, didn’ know there was a method to this shit or someth’n.”

“You… nobody even tried to teach you?”

“I think they thought I knew,” Adam chuckled sourly, “I think they thought I fu’kin knew how to just- do this. ‘Cause I was meant to right?!” Another laugh, “I bit the fu’kin apple so I shou’da known this kinda shit! Apple of knowl’dge or what’ver.”

Lucifer, wisely, didn’t say anything, he just kept working on Adam’s ruined wing, applying the disinfectant, and fixing what few feathers were still healthy and removing the rest. If it was anyone else in this situation he’s wrap the wing and tell them to rest but… it was still Adam that was in this mess.

“I- why didn’t they teach me? Luci why didn’t they teach me this shit?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer replied carefully, deliberately skipping over the butchering of his name that sounded way to close to a nickname for comfort, “Come on, up you get he still got the underside to finish then I’ll be out.”

Adam grumbled but complied, sitting up a little to turn around as Lucifer summoned a pillow for Adam to lean back on. Rolling his neck Lucifer got to work on the auxiliary feathers, the lighter feathers were definitely in better shape, but then again that wasn’t exactly a high bar, and they still were looking rough.

“Jesus was prob’bly taught how to preen himself.”

Lucifer’s shoulders hitched as his wings tucked in against his back abruptly. Jesus… was a rough topic. For all sinners talked about him, Lucifer never met him but from the sinners around that time… it was never a fun conversation. Pretentious once kings cursing his name while hopeless commoners lined up for the exorcists blade, faithful until the end that Jesus would let them into heaven if they just believed in him.

… there was a pattern in there, wasn’t there. Like father like son, he supposed.

“Jesus was made from me and yet he’s God’s favourite fukin kid, course he’d fucking know how to preen,” Adam continued unimpeded, “Doesn’t matter if I was Gods first- Jesus was always fucking better than me.”

Okay! Lucifer was in no way prepared for this conversation, but he highly doubted Adam was even going to remember this conversation, so he just focused on the wings.

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

Lucifer sincerely wished Anthony, or just anyone really would bust down the door at this moment, at least then he could get himself out of this conversation.

“Why do you think that?” the seraphim deflected, moving onto Adam’s good wing and going through his coverts.

“Because none of them ever fucking did this,” Adam waved his hand haphazardly before letting it rest on his chest, “You’re my enemy but you’re fixin’ my fu’kin wings because I’m too stupid and useless to just figure it out myself.”

“Not useless,” The words left Lucifer’s lips without his input, damn himself to double hell, but it managed to shut up Adam, so he kept on the thought train, “You’re not useless you were just never taught, it’s not your fault heaven doesn’t think.”

“Jesus-”

“Is God’s prodigal son and shouldn’t be counted.”

Adam huffed and leaned back on the pillow, “Why’re you good at this?”

“I’ve had aeon’s to learn, and over a decade of putting it in practice,” Lucifer thought about his daughter, a small smile making it’s way into his expression, she really was the best thing to happen to him.

He finished up with Adams good wing and moved onto finishing off the wrecked one. Applying the disinfectant to the infected spots on the underside before reaching for the preening oil again.

“Y’know, maybe in another life we would’ve hated each other less.”

Lucifer just laughed and started preening the wing, yeah right, maybe in a reality where the apple incident never happened, “You’re sick Adam, feverish even.”

“And you’re a wife-stealer.”

“Should have been better in bed.”

“Fuck you,”

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at the first man, earning a tired chuckle. Then the seraphim blinked at the sudden warmth radiating out from the feathers. What in the-?

“Oh… they haven’t done that in a while.”

Lucifer blinked up at Adam who was staring at his feathers in amazement, “Ackde-whuh?”

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, “Yeah… sometimes they just get warm all of a sudden it’s weird. Hasn’t happened in a while though. Apparently it sometimes happened when Lute was around? I dunno why.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times before letting out a small “huh” and running a hand through the ruined wing, it was definitely warmer.

Sighing, Lucifer let his hand fall away despite the wing chasing it, “Alright well your wings are definitely cleaner now, so I’ll be out of your hair now.”

The seraphim stood up to leave through the balcony, opening the window and almost stepping out when Adam called after him, still sounding exhausted.

“I can see why they left me for you.”

Lucifer paused, before smiling sardonically and looking back at Adam, who looked like he might have just passed out.

“Tell me that when you’re not delusional from illness and I might believe you.”

With that, Lucifer stepped out and left for his own room… though, if Adam woke up to a small plush duck on his nightstand, that was between Lucifer and the god that cast him down.

But there is one thing Lucifer will admit.

Maybe Charlie wasn't wrong about thinking Adam could be redeemed.

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[rei-ismyname]

The Avengers rudely thrash Magneto

Magneto and Warlock head to rescue the New Mutants from the clutches of The White Queen. Unfortunately, she called the cops Avengers on him, lying that the fearsome Magneto was coming to kidnap her students. Attacking without warning, Earth's Mightiest dropped a demigod on his alien student and sent them both plummeting.

I'm really not sure what outcome they expected from this hard-hitting sneak attack, but Warlock nearly died from it. Magneto's primary concern is that no further harm comes to his wards - easier said than done with supercops after you. He brushes off The Wasp and Black Knight as major threats but isn't too keen on another pounding from Hercules. He asks why TF they attacked him and is informed that he's under arrest. Herc must be cold FR

Hercules demands Magneto's surrender to no avail, as Mags dismounts the Black Knight and whacks Herc with it in one swift motion. He tries to put some distance between him and the Avengers but his ex catches him off guard and leaves him wide open for Namor and Cap. They really start beating the shit out of the poor guy then Herc gets in close for a bear hug.

As Magneto protests this attack Wasp informs him why they're after him. He quietly praises Emma's snitch strategy while trying to explain himself. Alas, the difficulty of proving a negative to people who don't trust you is near impossible. Mags points out that they have fucking Namor on the team and questions why he gets a pass. Cap's dumbass answer strikes a chord and fires Mags up enough to throw Herc off. Bringing up Nazis to Magneto is generally a bad idea, obviously.

Mags tries to fly off but Captain Marvel blinds him and Black Knight cuts down a tree, thwacking him out of the sky. Most of the Avengers fan out to look for Magneto, but Cap is having second thoughts. He disobeys Wasp to follow a hunch, unknowingly observing Warlock's shattered body.

Cap explains to Dane that Magneto is not using his powers offensively. He's talking instead of even trying to fight, though Dane disregards that with the incorrect assertion that Mags is a fugitive. Cap still attacks him as a piece of Warlock watches in anger. Mags manages to dodge it, but backs off a cliff avoiding Hercules. He's sore and tired from the strain of holding back, deciding 'fuck this' and yeets Herc into the ocean. See ya!

'Nasty, nasty Mister America' lol

At Emma's school, Magma senses Magneto fighting far away and Magik volunteers to have a look. Mags implores her to get out of danger and Cap overhears, revealing that they have excellent information on Magneto's recent activities. The dissonance between those thoughts and The Avengers pounding TF out of a dude who's not fighting back is heavy, a sentiment Magik agrees with as she teleports away.

You're a mutant too, idiot

Mags struggles through cracked ribs to gather up the bits of Warlock but The Avengers just keep coming. Wasp lifts him up for an alley ooo and Namor dunks his ass into freezing water. Mags takes his lumps until he passes out, either from shock, hypothermia, or lack of oxygen.

The Avengers are looking to take the beaten Mags to the feds when Warlock freaks out, believing correctly that it'll ruin everything for them. The techno-organic legend attacks the oafs and would have killed them if Magneto didn't knock him out. The gung ho idiots are aghast that the 'thing' tried to kill them, as if it's not their fault he's at death's door. Cap just asks why, proving that Avengers lose brain cells as soon as they step into an X-book. 'Why didn't you let us die?' Gee, I wonder.

Ilyana returns in the nick of time with all The New Mutants in tow, who threaten the Avengers and proclaim Mags a hero. They're unable to stop them taking Magneto and Wasp concludes Magneto has formed a 'baby brotherhood,' despite less than zero evidence of that. Cap muses on reform and wonders if the dude who let them beat the shit out of him might be a candidate. I GUESS WE'LL NEVER KNOW 🫠. Maybe surrendering himself to the World Court, saving the judges from a terrorist attack, being acquitted, joining the X-Men, fighting the Beyonder, and saving all their lives after a savage beating is just a cunning ruse. He's even rocking all pink! Fucking idiots.

[revelauver]

⌕ race review!   ֢֢֢ ◝﹝saudi arabia [ 04/20/25 ]

🏎️_⠀ mv1, op81, gr63, cl16, ka12, cs55, lh44, yt22, pg10, & ln4 are the quali top 10!

this time, my excuse for missing the race was a family brunch for easter sunday (happy easter to anyone celebrating!), but i was able to watch the first lap before i had to leave...

so i managed to see the turn 1 fiasco, and the safety car incident and then had to wait 3 hours knowing that 😭

turn 1 was the most exciting part of the race for sure, having caught up. oscar's start was absolutely *chef's kiss* 👌 which put him side-by-side with max into the turn

max cut the corner, which resulted in him getting a 5-second penalty that he served in the pits, which put him behind oscar for the remainder of the race

i personally think the penalty was warranted. after watching the onboard, it's clear oscar had the corner, but i don't blame max for trying at all. both drivers are going to do whatever it takes to win and it made for a super exciting moment!

i think max knew exactly what he was doing, and decided any potential repercussions couldn't be worse than being stuck in a mclaren's dirty air. i honestly don't think it would have made much of a difference if he had given the place back to oscar or not, but it would have made for some more exciting racing

the dirty air problem just sucks, because drivers would rather use fia punishments to their "advantage" (ex: cutting corners) than be stuck in it

this is not specific to max btw! kimi did the same thing in turn 1, and gave the position back to charles

pierre and yuki had a threesome with the barrier and were knocked out of the race, bringing out the safety car right away (and lando up to p8)

lmao i'm living for the sassy alex radios

the lando vs. lewis battle was funny asf 😭 the exact same thing happened twice with a drs bait from lewis: lando overtook to exit first on the final corner and lewis took it back in the first corner... until lando's engineer reminded him strat 8 existed on attempt #3

ironically, even though lewis was fighting in the trenches the entire race, the little game of duck duck goose might have secured charles' podium

good recovery drive from lando!

gabi and alonso nearly had an ✨inchident✨ on the track

ig someone's getting fired

i owe peepaw one for getting tf out of there before the inchident became a safety car, bc then that glorious podium would look very different 😃

what the hell happened to merc?

race pace evaporated, tires 🔥 cooked in like 2 laps, george displeased, kimi on the verge of tears/passing out/nausea/heatstroke (get the kid the fuckass space jacket pronto)

williams proving that teamwork still exists in f1 in the year of our lord 2025 when carlos slowed to keep alex in drs range behind him, so isack couldn't overtake

james vowels had a dream about this one. it's true, i was there ☝️

because at this point, i'm convinced the dotd is voted purely for points in f1 fantasy, i'll be sharing my own driver of the day each race

which goes to charles leclerc! ferrari's first podium, and he was an absolute monster keeping incredibly strong pace in the lead on those mediums from the literal stone age 😭 and then keeping lando's mclaren behind in the remaining laps. absolute masterclass �� ferrari please give this man a good car. what more can he do?!

the screwderia may have forgotten how to build a car over winter break, but i'll be damned if they haven't nailed the pitstops. strategy also didn't flop this time hmm interesting

lestapiastri podium and op81 wdc leader <3

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[call-me-chips]

Just watched the Sonic 3 movie and here are my 17 cents

MANY A SPOILER FOR THE SONIC 3 MOVIE AHEAD

For those who haven't watched it, twas very good. I'd def recommend you watch it, then come back here cuz I wanna give you my cents 🙃🙃

✨️✨️Le many takeaways✨️✨️:

Alrighty, to start, I wanna say that I loved the movie. The fight scenes were awesome and I could DEF tell that Jim Carrey had fun in his role xD

However, I will say that there were several moments that made me audibly cringe. There was many a cringe

I don't understand how Sonic is able to breathe in space. Even when he has his power taken away from him, he is still perfectly capable of breathing and having a whole heart to heart with Shadow on the moon. I could chalk it up to it being that Mobians can breathe in space, but Tails can't breathe in space. He had to hold his breathe and passed out from the lack of oxygen. Also the fact that Sonic has nearly drowned before, but has no problem breathing in space really bothers me

The vibe between Gerald and Ivo was... almost sexual?? In a way??? There were a couple scenes where I thought they might kiss. It was really weird, some of the moments they had

Also I feel really bad for Stone. All he wanted was to be gay and he never got to

I might be a Sonadow shipper now

The end credit scene. Twas cool. However, I was expecting Rouge. I'm hoping Rouge is in the next one.

Another thing: Amy's design. THEY FUCKED IT UP. Metal Sonic looks awesome but THEY FUCKED UP HER DESIGN. Idk wtf is up with her little fur spike things on the front of her head, but it just reminds me of Asta from Black Clover. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited she's in, but I hope they tweak her design

Also they just cut off a chunk of the moon and they're gonna act like there's no consequences???

I'm gonna pretend Shadow learned how to skate because of Maria cuz it's FUCKIN ADORABLE.

Also THEY DID THE THING THEY DID THE THING THEY DID THE THING! In the beginning, team Sonic did the stack thing from Sonic heroes

They did the thing AND I CALLED IT. Just before they did it, I called it hehehehe

Also Sonic and Shadow did the thing from Sonic Adventure 2

Many a reference hehehe

Another thing I wanna point out: When Super Sonic was fighting Shadow, plain Shadow was able to literally punch the Super out of Super Sonic, but Super Sonic wasn't able to punch the Super out of Super Shadow. Didn't get that :/ If plain Shadow can do it, why tf can't Super Sonic???

Both Gerald and Ivo breaking the fourth wall was hilarious xDD

Ima be honest, I was kinda disappointed with Keanu Reeves' voice acting for Shadow. Every time Keanu spoke, it sounded like he was using his head voice, which made all his speaking lines sound kinda low effort and forced

I REALLY hope we get Super Tails soon, cuz I wanna see the little cape. Also he'd be unstoppable and I wanna see how the movie will handle that

THEY DIDN'T DO THE THING. Shadow and Sonic didn't call each other "Faker". >:( Not ONCE. They didn't do the thing and I am upset. /not really

But yea, overall, twas very nice. Some inconsistencies and inaccuracies, but if you're not a die hard fan, you won't even notice. Even with the flaws, I still really enjoyed it. I've always been a big Shadow fan, so it was really nice seeing him in action on the big screen

[itsgirlcraft]

Rainbow Quest Roleswap AU - Chapter 1

@dracl-dragon @itisindigos

Half of this is just Sabre either infodumping his trauma or passing tf out, heh-

My eyes burned with tears.

But I could hear...birds..singing?

What?

I was underground? What? Where am I? Where was I?

My eyes fluttered open. I was faced with an oak ceiling. Sunlight streamed from windows nearby. Everything was bathed in a soft orange light.

I blinked. I was..in a bed? Something felt wrong.

What happened?

I...

Oh.

Oh gosh.

ORIGIN!

I had just gone back in time and created Origin and-

Wait.

This...place is familiar.

The first Rainbow Hub's house.

Was this a...memory?

What happened? How did I go from being with Origin to here?

It felt like my memory was crystal clear. I knew there was more. The hot tears told me there was more that I couldn't remember. It was crystal clear, but somewhat fogged. I couldn't piece together how I got from point A to point B.

I shrugged it off. For now, I need to figure out where I am.

I went to rub away my tears, but as my hand rose I realized something more was wrong. I froze.

"Why the hell is my skin gray?!" I whisper-shouted, trying to stay calm.

My hand looked almost normal. Except I had claws and my skin was gray.

Like...

Like..Shadow.

Oh no. Am I..?

I shot up, noticing I was in fact in the first Rainbow Hub. I looked down at myself, still in shock.

I was wearing a tank top which showed me that I did in fact have gray skin. Strange, intricate tattoos of green, blue, and magenta were all along both arms. A white and black pair of angel wings were tattooed on my chest.

What the..?

First off, I don't have tattoos. Normally. And I definitely don't have gray skin.

I turned around, discovering I had a tail. Just like Shadow.

I ignored it and turned to see my reflection in the window behind me.

Fighting the rising panic, I looked. Which made me panic more. I had pointed ears that were flat against my head in panic. I tried to breathe through the fear but seeing my sharp teeth made me just freak out more.

Familiar dark tears fell faster and faster. I fell off my bed trying to get away from my own reflection.

Still panicking, I stood up, shaking. I was practically vibrating with adrenaline. I managed to get to the door despite the dizziness overtaking me.

Why am I Shadow?! Where am I?! Is this even real?!

I stumbled through the door, looking up into the blue sky. The familiar Rainbow Hub didn't comfort me. What is this place for real?? Am I in another dimension? Timeline?? Universe???

I called out with a hoarse voice the only person I could think of.

"ORANGE!"

I saw a dark orange figure tending to some flowers whip around.

...

Wait.

That's not..

That's not Orange.

The figure ran towards me, the closer they got the more terror creeped up my spine.

Their skin was dark, and wore a cloak nearly identical to Void's. Two pure orange eyes stared at me.

It was like Void Steve but with orange eyes..

I backed up, bumping into the wall. I was too panicked to reach the door.

The figure came closer.

"Sabre?" It asked in Orange's voice.

This wasn't happening. Nononononono.

What is it?! Is it Orange but Void?! Are we EVIL here?! Who am I?!

I slid to the ground, shutting my eyes and trying to pretend I never saw anything.

Orange Steve is here. That's good. I'm safe. That's also good. Calm down, you're alive. That's all that matters.

I felt not-Orange-Steve touch me, saying words I couldn't hear. It...felt like him.

I let myself give in, allowing him to hug me.

It was just like Orange's bear hugs. Maybe it really was him.

Even if we are evil, we have each other. That's enough for now.

Even if I no longer am me, I am me inside. This IS Orange Steve, inside at least. I'm not alone. I'm alive.

It took several more instances of this reassurance before I calmed down. I could feel the cool breeze on my bare skin, but not-Orange- no, Orange Steve, wrapped that cloak around my shoulders. I snuggled into his warmth.

"Ora-Orange?" My voice shook so much I could barely speak.

The dark figure hugging me looked into my eyes with a small smile.

"Yep, that's me. You okay?"

I rubbed away tears.

"I...don't know," I decided to tell him the truth, "I was in a different..place. Not like a dream - another universe, I think. I had to leave behind everyone because I caused the end of the world and that was the only way to save it. You probably don't believe me, but I think...this world is like an alternate reality where everyone is the same yet not..."

I trailed off, unsure how this...other Orange Steve would react. After all, maybe here Orange Steve IS Void Steve, evil and everything.

It didn't matter, because everything was confusing at that moment. I looked like Shadow, Orange looked like Void, I was back in the first Rainbow Hub.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but if it's at all related to this freak-out, I believe you. You were so scared, I didn't know how to help. Could you maybe explain?"

He let me go, smiling sadly. I pulled back down my bandanna, taking a deep breath. I stared absent-mindedly at the pig pen, trying to find the words to my confusion.

"I don't really know myself. In that other world, this place had existed many months ago, before things happened and it was destroyed. And I...in the other world, my evil- uh, twin, looked like this. When I left the other world, I thought I would never see anyone again. I hadn't heard your-your voice in forever," I held back mentioning his destruction, along with my tears, "and then I wake up here, at a time where things were so much calmer. A time where I hadn't caused the end of the world yet. And then I saw myself and you- I..I-I don't want to sound like I hate you or anything, but you and I look like villains I had to fight in that other world."

By the end, I was losing my cool again. I didn't want to seem like I wasn't his friend. I bit my lip, choking back tears. They spilled over anyways.

"Please don't leave me..." my plea was barely audible, I collapsed on myself in guilt and fear.

I heard the Steve shuffle closer to me. The trauma from watching Rainbow Steve's descent into corruption resurfaced. Memories of the past flashed over my anguished eyes.

Putting Orange into that machine, expecting to never see him again, the joy and fear I felt when Orange was revealed to be the Hero. He wasn't ready. Rainbow confessing to me in secret that he was feeling overwhelmed by his responsibilities, my casual reassurance that it would be fine. How I regret not being a better friend. Him believing he was no longer worthy of being the Hero and trying to remove the crystals by force. Void freezing Elemental and I so we could watch him absorb Rainbow, the scream that followed that I couldn't tell if it was coming from Rainbow or myself.

It was all my fault.

More horrid memories tore through my mind. Red, the first Steve I met, dying to his closest friend's own hand, because of my stupidity. Nothing would have gone wrong if it wasn't for me. Watching as Indigo was taken over by Darkness, the Blue Steves lose everything to Void's army of Darkness, the Green kingdom falling, the Yellow kingdom almost overrun. I could have saved them all if I was a real hero.

I was an incompetent hero.

Elemental, once a good friend and fun-loving brother, losing his mind only to ask for death by his own brother's hands. He once was so innocent. Spreading the Darkness thin to stop it from ever destroying the world again, only to watch as Dark vanished from existence. He fought hard to become a hero, and now he was gone.

Their blood is on my hands.

The First Curse cursing the entire universe, the entire Yellow Kingdom dying by a meteor, the Violet kingdom broken by earthquakes, the Green kingdom almost torn apart by a tsunami. M being cursed, Time falling apart trying to keep time and space from collapsing.

I failed them all in the end.

I couldn't hear "Orange Steve" anymore. Not over my guilt and regrets and trauma. The storm inside raged on, losing myself to the past.

I don't know how long we sat there in front of the house. All I know is falling unconscious after running out of tears.

When I awoke, I found myself laying in Orange's lap. I couldn't tell what emotion I was feeling. A little drained, a bit empty, a little relieved, a bit worried.

The world spun when I tried to move, my legs ached, my eyes crusty from crying so much, my body somehow cold and sweaty at the same time.

"Hey buddy."

I looked in the general direction of the voice.

"Uh- heyyyy dude-" I wasn't sure where this was going.

"Well, that was something. A lot happened in that other world, huh? You don't have to explain, but it'd be nice if I kind of knew why so I can actually help."

I managed to slide off his lap and sit up without falling over.

"Yeah, let's just say I'm what the kids today refer to as ✨️traumatized✨️" I smiled sadly, rubbing my head. A headache was coming on.

- time skip -

It was a few hours after the emotional wreck that was my introduction to this new world.

I sat on my bed, staring blankly at my journal. So many plans, so many things I need to tell Orange.

How am I supposed to explain any of this? Why would he believe all these random chaotic connections I've made with weird quirks of my past vs this world?

I took a deep breath. This is Orange Steve, remember? A friend. I know him, even if I'm unfamiliar with his face. I know his heart and now I need to open mine to him.

I took another deep breath. I wrote in my journal.

"Remember, these are your friends. They might look different, they may be busy, or stressed by the things you have to say, but they're your friends. You don't have to be scared. You aren't facing a crowd of rioters or propagandists. It's just a friend. A friend you know cares about you. A friend you know you care about."

I took another breath, touching my soft chicken hoodie I'd worn all that time ago. I continued writing.

"There's a lot you need to get off your chest. You've already spent long enough planning. Planning is good, except in excess. Stop and just do it. It's okay if you aren't prepared for everything. Just start. Steady your heart and mind, and speak. Speak up, because that is the only way you can change history."

I put down the quill. I looked up at the staircase, listened closely to the little noises I could hear above me from Orange Steve moving around.

I looked back down at my journal. I shut it hesitantly and put it on one of the pillows behind me.

But what if he's doing something important? I thought.

This is important too, you have information that's important. Just say something.

I took another breath, willing my lips to move and my vocal chords to work.

"Orange Steve? I- think I'm ready to talk about all of...this."

"Sweet!"

I heard him open and close a chest before bounding down the stairs with excitement, jumping onto the bed beside me, making it bounce.

"Soooo...what's on your mind?" He said with a smile.

I laughed, for the first time in a long time. I moved over to give him more room.

"Welllll, I think this world is the same as my old one, except right now it's the beginning and not the end. But judging from just how you and I look, I think everyone looks a bit different from what I'm used to. Do all Steves look kinda similar to what you look like-?"

"Yeah, why?"

"In the other universe, Steves are all colorful and the evil I accidentally released, the Darkness, is- well- dark, obviously- What are we fighting here?"

"Oh, the crystals. It turns Steves into crystal abominations and causes them to lose control of themselves, attacking others."

"That sounds about right. Are these crystals separate entities, like for different colors, or just clusters of crystals?"

Orange looked at me weirdly.

"The second one. Why would the crystals have separ- actually wait are the crystals different in the other world?"

"Yup, they're what we were collecting for each color to make the hero. By the way, what's our like- role? Are we working on making the hero?"

"Yeah, we are. We're collecting the 7 sigils, Professor Red is holding onto the red one until we collect them all. We saved the Orange village from the crystals, but the crystals overran the Yellow kingdom. Galaxy created Light and it turned out that Galaxy was far worse than we thought.. We had just met Indigo in the Middle World to learn about the hero, Void Steve. And I think that's pretty much all that's happened?"

I blinked. Galaxy created Light? Everything else made sense except for that.

Wait. Light would be the opposite of Dark, right? And Galaxy killed Nightmare, perhaps they're swapped here? But why would Galaxy be running the Yellow kingdom if he was once an Indigo Steve?

I decided to ask.

"Everything checks out except Galaxy. Did he use to be a Yellow Steve or was he an Indigo Steve?"

"I mean, he has yellow eyes. He has colorful patches that are indigo-colored, but I think that's from the crystals?"

I hummed, considering this. It would make sense, Galaxy could possibly swap with Nightmare since they both were color Steves at one point, but they gained powers that made them unique.

I wrote down this information, considering the future. If Dark and Light swapped, and Void was now the hero, would Rainbow be Void, thanks to the crystals? Would everyone swap sides? Who would be in place of who though?

I flipped to a fresh page, making two columns. I began listing every enemy and ally I could think of.

This was the list I ended up with.

Heroes Villains

Crystals Darkness

Rainbow Void/Reverse

Light Dark

Ultra Chaos

Galaxy Nightmare

Time Soul

Elemental Corruption

Origin The First Curse

Assistant Steve Hypno

Ghost Faceless

Prof. Red Rainbow Red

Great Librarian Sol/Corrected Sun

Demons

Me Shadow Sabre

I organized this in a very specific way. I wanted to try to think of who could possibly swap with someone else on the opposite side.

Of course, I have no idea who will be evil.

Though I believe that if Prof. Red is doing the same thing Rainbow Red was doing in my universe, he probably is going to become evil.

And stopping Reverse, err, whoever he'll become if he tries to become the hero, will help avoid many problems.

I decided that I'd like to try to convince him to give up his plans and side with us. If I told him what would happen if he went through with it, maybe he'd change his mind. Plus, I wondered if we could get rid of the evolved crystals I knew was in him. Maybe we wouldn't have to make Orange the hero this time.

In fact, why stop there? Once whoever would be in Galaxy's place is split into this world's Time and Elemental, I could train the Time Steve so we could remove this world's Void Steve's immortality as soon as possible.

Then we'd be able to eliminate the crystals sooner, and "Void" would never become the leader of the "Demons."

And if my memories were right, we were just in time before Nightmare and Dark destroyed the Orange village. I could stop them early.

As I was considering this, I remembered Happy Orange Steve. Dark absorbed Happy at that point, and it wasn't until sometime after that Dark began questioning his morals.

Was it...necessary?

Did Happy have to be absorbed to get Dark to become good?

I grew worried. I didn't want Happy to go through that if we didn't have to.

Memories of Dark Steve flashed through my head. Oh my Origin, I missed him.

Maybe it was necessary. I wanted him back, even if it was Light in his place I still wanted him to become good. He had potential to be a good guy.

If it comes down to it, I'll explain everything to Happy. I'll let him decide instead of letting his fate stay in my hands.

And I'll do the same to Prof. Red. I won't give him the sigils, no matter what. But if I can convince him to see his path will not end well, that means one more ally on our side.

And maybe I'll give Night- I mean, Galaxy, the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he'll see past his fear of being on the losing side if I tell him what will happen.

And if those three can get on our side, the crystals' leader will have a harder time causing chaos.

And if I evacuate as many regular Steves as possible and get them to unite again, I could save so many more that I may never have even met.

We stand stronger together, after all.

And Shy will still become Li- err, Dark, I guess. Man this is weird.

"Sabre? Hellooooo?" Orange waved a hand in front of me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Ah! Hello- sorry, I got lost in thought."

We laughed, as I considered what to do next to avoid various conflicts.

"So, I think I have a plan. I remember what happens pretty well. Prof. Red isn't who we thought he was, and we need to go to the Orange village as soon as possible. Something big is going to come, and I need to talk with Prof. Red and the Orange Steves to stop it," my tone shifted quickly to seriousness.

We needed to get things going before it all falls apart.

Orange paused, surprised by my tone.

"What? The professor is just holding onto the red sigil for safekeeping though? And what will happen to the village?" He was definitely freaked out. Crap.

"Prof. Red wants to be the Hero. He'll take the sigils and try to become Reverse, but he will fail, becoming essentially the corrupted version of the Hero. That will corrupt the orange sigil and injure you.

Then he'll escape. And he is actually infected with an evolved form of the crystals, so as soon as he comes in contact with them, the crystals will evolve.

And that will spell the end of the world and us. Until your old friend Red arrives from the spirit world to give us information about you. That info will give us hope, but it requires using you to create the hero.

I expected the hero to be someone else entirely, but it was you. You become the hero, but you don't know how to be the hero. Prof. Red finds out you're the real hero, and destroys the Rainbow Hub and seriously injures you for the second time in a row. You survive though.

As for the Orange village, Light and Galaxy will attack and destroy it, capturing the leader and several others. When we come to save them, I get destroyed by Galaxy but manage to return. But while I did that, you and the others are taken to Night- Galaxy's facility and Da- Light pretends to be you.

I manage to trick Light into going into a machine and I trap him. I eventually am able to free you guys, but Happy would be absorbed by Light back in the village.

The problem, though, is Light absorbing Happy. It could be a load-bearing event in Light's redemption, and I fear what he would do if that does not happen.

Don't worry, Happy doesn't die. The Yellow assistant is alive too. But we may not get the assistant back if Happy isn't absorbed and Light isn't quote-unquote 'infected' with emotions."

Orange Steve stared at me, surprised and a little scared.

"I...what?" He said blankly, blinking.

"Haha...yeahhhhh that's just the current conflict..there's a LOT more.." I laughed nervously, realizing too late I may have crossed a line.

Orange shook his head with a brrrrr and sighed.

"Okay, let me get this straight," he put his hand to his face, "Prof. Red is secretly evil and wants to be the hero, the Orange village is in danger, I have some weird secret even I don't know about, Light is going to become good somehow, and YOU cheat death??"

"Yup." I smiled and pulled a thumbs up.

"You know what? I'm not going to question it. If you say it will, might as well go with it I guess. Better safe than sorry."

"Ayyyy! Now, I'll let YOU pick which to do first - confront the professor or warn the village."

"The village, of course!"

I slid off the bed after Orange.

"Awesome! It'll be nice to see everyone~"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, silly-"

He was cut off by lightning. Sounded like the orange portal was lit. Perfect timing.

I gave him a goofy smile before running. "Last one in's a rotten egg!"

[tres13]

Things Lil Man has done so far that somehow do nothing to detract from his cuteness:

- Spent his first whole day in my house hiding and refusing to make eye contact.

- Has spent every night since where I try to have him room with my sister (instead of me) WAILING AND CRYING for hours, until he either passes out from Eepy, or is allowed to come back to my room to sleep.

- Made himself so sick with terror when riding in my car that he threw up. Twice. (We’re working on it)

- Stole all the cat toys and chewed them open so they had to be tossed out before he could eat any stuffing.

- Was so scared of his food bowl the first few days we had to coax him to eat by dumping some food on the floor, then gradually luring him to eat from the bowl with treats. Had no such issue with the water bowl made from the SAME MATERIAL.

- “Punched” me in the face with his beefy little paws multiple times when I’ve bent down to pet/play with him. Done with the complete spirit of puppy glee, Zero Malice.

- Tried desperately to coax the cat to play with him (full gamut of wiggling, bowing, and yipping); cried when it did not work. Repeats this every day.

- Also got slapped by the cat when he really went all in with the attempt, and is now scared to pass her if she’s blocking his way. Still does the above.

- Went APESHIT over our first good week of snow here, and utterly refused to come in the house, in spite of it being so cold he was getting ice balls stuck all over his fur. Had to be tricked into coming in with various tactics from treats to hiding behind the door and making weird noises so he’d investigate.

- Very nearly succeeded in teaching us, the humans, to *toss* him his treats (in an effort to lure him back into the house) instead of offering from our hands; the former worked twice before he started snatching the treats and JETTING back out across the yard.

- Murdered a H*rry P*tter beanie I don’t wear anymore while I was trying to nap. (Aelfwine Jayce Gingerbiscuit says Trans Rights)

- Stole and murdered one of my socks.

- Continues to steal peoples’ socks whenever they are in reach. The lad is obsessed.

- Has tried to eat everything from fuzz on the carpet to yard debris. Constantly forces us to employ the phrase “WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH” multiple times daily. Takes hours to finish *one serving* of his kibble, in spite of showing a definite liking for it.

- Got hold of and *bit through* his microchip tag. Tried to do the same to his (thankfully made of metal) rabies vaccine tag.

- Taught himself to jump up on my bed last night. Cute…except for the part where it’s a twin bed, and not exactly roomy enough for both of us.

- Has convinced himself that 10pm is Crazy Hour, and refuses to chill tf out until he has been sufficiently entertained.

- Is ridiculously photogenic, but also hyperaware of cameras. Won’t let us get any photo where his isn’t staring right at us.

[istherewifiinhell]

and what is tf without its duplicitous little guys...

[ID: Starscream framed in the doors of the decepticon base, others looking on. Caption boxes: As Starscream departs, his fellow decepticons look on many thoughts pass through their minds… Thoughts that go unsaid for now, thoughts that will smoulder, thoughts that say Starscream was right... Treacherous thoughts! And Starscream smiles! END]

its tfuk storyline THE ENEMY WITHIN, which spans from no 13 to 17! dang. spring 1985. this posts a bit beefy but also deeply silly :D 👍

Script: Simon Furman art: John Ridgeway (13) Mike Collins (14-17) Colours: Gina Hart Letters: Richard Starkings Editor: Sheila Cranna Original Series Edits by Shelia Cranna and Ian Rimmer, editorial notes and assistance by James Roberts, Collection Edits by Justin Eisinger and Alonzo Simon, Collection Design by Shawn Lee

Well. its time i enter the den of that snake who haunts my tf experience, simon furman. and as i still dont have digital remastering to complain about. may i just say. i cannot stand getting so much preamble about how great these comics are, how legendary this writer, how influential this run is, etc etc before youve even let me see a single line he wrote. and i find this a perfectly tf fan style behaviour... that and gushing rapid fire and at length about future plot points, that i, as first time reader. HAVE NO FUCKING CONTEXT FOR. keep it real tf fandom.

context, production and continuity notes only please, if there was any interesting quotes from creatives, process notes, art details and lore fuckery to be explained, might i suggest. AFTER THE FUCKING COMIC.

[i walk off stage grumbling] turtles wouldnt treat me like this-- ALRIGHT START THE SLIDE SHOW

[ID: Megatron and Starscream yelling at each other. Megatron: My orders will be obeyed without question, Starscream. I will not tolerate these attempts to usurp my authority… Starscream: Ha! There comes a time when even the mightiest rulers must be challenged. Megatron. Your plan to wait and observe is both weak and stupid… We must strike now and destroy utterly our enemies, the Autobots! END]

calibration check: COMPLETE

[ID: Ravage skidding to a stop, outside the Decepticon base. Its a graceless and very cat like pose. He's thinking "...Outside! A barren, featureless desert and I'm being chased by someone who can become a fighter jet! This may call for a major reassessment of my loyalties!" END]

god SOMETIMES hes a funny cat....

[ID: Action panel, Starscream streaking low. Trailing end of his sentence "...Gone?" Ravage is popping out from ground calls out "Surprise, SUCKER!" END]

and hes got JOKES?

[ID: Starscream standing on a rocky cliff, facing away, musing to himself "Hmm, a pity. Ravage would have made an excellent ally. Still, I must thank him for one thing..." END]

this is just here cause...damn if i cant hear that in perfect screamer voice. 👍

anyway brawns been in a workplace accident

[ID: Pov shot, in a wobbly line style, as if the viewer, Brawn's, vision is swimming. Prowl, Windcharger and Bee are standing over him. Bee: Brawn..? Brawn? Look! He's opening his eyes. He's all right. Soon have him back to work! END]

shaking my head. someone get the union rep. also i just realised that isnt prowls torso. thats windcharger??? whys he uncoloured lol.

and he nearly kills a coworker and gets outta dodge

[ID: A hole in a metal wall, warped and torn. Brawn silhouette seen walking out of it, to the wilderness outside. His unusual and blocky toy model shape adds to this tableau. END]

this image. is so beautiful. your laughing, he almost killed someone and your laughing? i am... im imagining the little asscheeks, u know like the meme?

end disc 1. (no 14)

[ID: Large dramatic illustration of Ravage, crawling through the desert, one injured leg leaving a trail behind him. He yells "STARSCREAM! I'll see you destroyed for this! I'll make you suffer for daring to attack me and for not making sure that you'd finished me off!" END]

HOT CAT. special delivery did anyone order the image of the hot cat.

[ID: Megatron appearing before Ravage, wreathed in a beam of light. Ravage looks up and is stunned in the corner. "M-Megatron?" Megatron: We have returned just in time-quickly, Ravage, which Autobot did this to you? Ravage: N-not… Autobot… was… END]

i love this panel. its like hes the patron saint of furries. mother megsy comes to me. WHO DID THIS TO U. booktok ass.

anyway we got two bots on a rampage

[ID: Caption box: The traffic cop fled, but already Brawn had turned his attention to the car. Brawn speaks to the car "Well? You're free! Off you go, then…" A beat panel, as the car obviously does nothing. A close on Brawn's clenched fist, which is very simple/abstract. He rages "You ungrateful imbecile! If you won't take that brand of freedom…" Driving his fist down into the car, crumpling it. "TAKE THIS!" END]

damn king. okay. i love his little fist. i love they drew the fuck outta this fucking THING

[ID: A stylish illustrated panel on a human fighter pilot, completely obscured by the large visor and oxygen mask on their helmet. Outside the cockpit glass, and reflected in their visor Starscream is flying pass, seeking missiles trailing him. The pilot screams "NOOO!" END]

GOD DAMN. also. [pattern recognition activates] fdghjd the way only three fingers are visible on that hand, and how thick they are. turtle hand.

(no 15) oh rampage over. bummer!

[ID: Caption box: …Plunging the unprepared Starscream into a wild tail spin! Over the desert, he's spiraling downwards, tail wings on fire, streaking smoke behind him. He yells "Screee! S-sensory overload! C-can't handle it!" END]

cheers mate.

[ID: A sleek silver robot, the ancient Cybertronian "Tornado". The design has a mix of boxy transformer legs, hips and chest, but shapely arms, waist and calfs. He's on the ground, propped up on his arms, twisted at the waist, and legs stretched across the page, very vintage scifi cover style. END]

HEY WHOS THIS LEGGY NOBODY. WHAT. WHYD YOU DRAW HIM LIKE THAT

[ID: Megatron on the video screen at the Autobot base. Megatron: So you see, it seems we have a mutual problem… Do you not agree with the simplicity and neatness of my solution? Optimus: Perhaps, but it remains to be seen if Brawn is willing to participate in such a trial… END]

what the fuck is wrong with you two... skype ur enemies!!! i do like that toy model oppie looks like hes permanently squinting in suspicion

theyre pitting their loose canons against each other... (hmm. phrasing.) anyway brawn is healed of his work place accident rage imbalance but they dont. trust him now? and megs just wants screamer dead lol. this optimus is a lot more... cryptic, or. not harsh persay. just cuts the bullshit. interrupts people. gives orders. the fact that he becomes less friendly and chatty when not usamerican... IS. pretty funny.

(no 16) normal duel to the death things

[ID: Brawn taking cover in the desert, as Starscream flies above. Brawn thinks "What does it take? I'm running out of ideas and stamina - If i don't finish this soon, he'll nail me for sure!" END]

mm hmm. have you tried switching positions

[ID: Brawn collapsed on his front, propped up on his arms, at the mouth of a cave. Starscream flying above calls out "And now I have the pleasure of finishing you off!" END]

oh! okay looked like it worked

(no 17) happy endings for everyone (?)

[ID: Caption box: But no hint of emotion is shown by Optimus Prime - His expression is unfathomable. Dark and moody close-up on Optimus, who, naturally, doesn't have much of a face to emote with anyway. END]

i mean... i should think so. ive always said that about him

[ID: 1. Starscream goes down in fire and smoke, Ravage, in the small bottom corner, thinks "HA! 'Highflier!'" 2. Megatron laughing heartily, eyes closed and grinning widely, "Hahaha's" written behind him. He says "Forgive my exuberance, Ravage but this little episode has resolved itself so neatly. We have destroyed an Autobot; taught Starscream the error of his ways, and given you your revenge on him." END]

and hes STILL got jokes. you know what. this is a beautiful friendship they crafted. the ruler and his loyal spy. a spy who tells shitty jokes and the jovial plotter. okay. cute. fun. extremely funny that sounders isnt relevant to it in the slightest, also.

[ID: 1. Mirage and Brawn propped in a doorway, at the Autobot base. Mirage holds up Brawn by an arms and around the back, Brawn leaning on the doorway. Two Autobots in the fore are in shock, one asks "B-but Brawn? We saw..?" Mirage replies "You lot going to stand there stammering, or are you going to give us a hand?" 2. Brawn now seated, leaning back, Mirage leaning forward, a hands tenderly resting on Brawn, as they look at each other. Various Autobots looking on. END

gee mirage how come u get all the minibot baddies... why the fuck is this so tender......

anyway this is a little. meandering. and strange. probably not as. completely off the wall out of no where evocative moody dream like emotional drama. as man of iron. but still leagues better than 1-4. lol. and they gave me a lot of vectors for robot yaoi. apparently.

[ikanasocking]

Gaining new insight

Up ahead will be a stroy cotaining: weight gain and socks tf. Not a fan? Maybe nothing for you :) Now enjoy my new story:

The days went ahead without any new events. Kyle and Thomas just live their lives as roommates in their apartment. Nothing was out of the ordinary. From the outside you saw Kyle as a nerdy guy who spend his days in front of a computer screen. Rarely seen outside the flat. His blonde hair were always a little bit messy. But he paid no mind about his outer appearance. He loved food and that showed a lot around his middle section. He was not just a little bit chubby. You could say he was straight up fat. It took a lot of effort to get up from his gaming chair and go into the kitchen, for the next meal.

Thomas on the other hand kept his body in check. He was just an average guy who spent most of his time reading books or attending some football games from time to time. By all means he was no athlete at all. But at least he was doing something. His brown hair was long and always in good shape. He washed it nearly every day. Like that he was paying a lot of mind to what people were thinking of him. How he looked or how he behaved.

When both guys went to collage they met for the first time in this particular flat. At the beginning they tried to get to know each other better, but decided, that they had not so much in common. So they just lived side by side, without interacting a lot. At least that was what you could see from outside. If you would take a closer looks, Thomas was hiding a secret from his flatmate. And that was a love. A love for his socks. He had no idea why. If you would ask him, he would tell you that he could only love women. And this was correct to some extent. He had no hots for any men. But their socks, that was another thing. It was embarrassing for him to talk about it, so he did it in secret. From time to time, he would take socks from Kyle. Wearing them, using them for other things or just enjoying the smell. Kyle was oblivious to this fact. He would not even care, since he was not interested in anything else then his games.

Many more weeks went by and exams were due. After the last of them, Thomas was feeling relieved and happy that he got through it. The results were still to come but right now he could not do anything else then wait. Kyle was doing the same. He was lucky, he did not have to study. Hearing stuff was enough for him to memorize it and pass everything with flying colors. Back in the flat, both guys went to their rooms and minded their own business. Thomas was reading and Kyle was browsing the internet for nothing in particular. He just went from link to link. Until one ad caught his attention.

“If you could make one wish come true, what would it be? Try our new wish granting website. It will change your life!”

Curios and amused he clicked on the ad and expected to find a site full or commercials for all kind of different stuff. But nothing like this popped up. Instead a blank site with just the phrase: state your wish and an empty box below it. Kyle thought that it was all a joke and just went on with it.

“I wish for a roommate who understands me”, he typed in and waited.

After a short delay the site reloaded and another texted popped up.

“Wish granted.”

Kyle laughed and thought nothing of it. He closed the site and went to bed. Thomas was doing the same. The next day, Thomas woke up with an unusual headache. He got up and went into the bathroom. He washed his faced and looked at himself. Nothing out of the ordinary. He did not even look paler than usual. Strange. Maybe it was just the stress he had the last weeks. His stomach growled and he felt like he had not eaten in weeks.

“Time for breakfast”, he thought and went into the kitchen. The fridge was nearly empty. Only some sweet stuff that Kyle normally kept there.

“He will not be up for another three hours and I can go get something new for him, before he even notices.”

So Thomas began to stuff his face with the sweets. It tasted better than he expected. Usually he hated sweet stuff. But today it tasted different. He could understand why Kyle ate so much of this stuff. But sooner then he would have wanted to, it was all gone. But his hunger was still not sated. So he went shopping. Replaced the stuff he took from Kyle and bought a lot more things. And so his eating started again. After a few hours he was sated and looked around. He saw the amount he ate and was surprised. How could he eat so much all of the sudden? He was shocked and decided it was time to go jogging. He cleaned up, changed his cloths and went out.

Right when Kyle woke up. He just heard the door closing. He was too lazy to get up and so he stayed in bed. After exact an hour, Thomas came back. He was sweaty and out of breath. With all the food in his body it was harder than usual. But coming back, his hunger was awakened again.  But he knew there was not much left in the fridge. He took a shower and went to Kyle’s door. He knocked.

“Yeah?” was the answer.

“I am going to the grocery store. You want something?”

Kyle told his friend some stuff he could get him and Thomas left the house. This time he bought a lot more food and filled the fridge to the brim.  So he began eating again. The weeks went by and Thomas was discovering a lot of changes. His hunger was only the beginning. Next was his interests that shifted to video games. He noticed that he was chatting with Kyle about his games from time to time. Thomas was feeling lazier and lazier by the day. He stopped going out for jogs or anything else. And became more and more like Kyle. He understood why Kyle like his life so much. And another thing that he was noticing. His belly was gradually growing. First just a little bit. But with the time it became clearer and clearer. Every new pound was a new sensation for Thomas. He never imagined it would feel so good, having his body jiggling with every step. Another week went by and finally Kyle and Thomas were playing games together. And one more week later, Thomas came clear about his embarrassing secret. Kyle seemed to not care at all. He was just happy, that he had someone who understood him and was playing games with him. Until one day, a friend of Thomas visited them, since he had not heard anything of him. He was disgusted when he saw what had become of Thomas.

“Boy, what did you do to yourself? Did you eat someone? You look like a disgusting pig.”

Thomas was hit hard with these words. The opinion of his friends were important for him. But he wanted to feel good as he was. This was him. He just never admitted to it. The next day’s Kyle did neither see nor heard anything of Thomas. He was just in his room and was thinking about his life. Kyle was desperate to help his friend. He went through his browser history and found the wish granting site. He still thought that it was just a joke, but he wanted to make Thomas feel better. So he send him the link with a message.

“Maybe you will feel better, if you can wish for the pain to go away. It is worth a try.”

Thomas received the message and smiled. Kyle was such a sweet heart. He thanked him and opened the site.  He knew exactly what he wanted to wish for.

“I wish to be have more supportive friends.”

The site granted his wish. Thomas was already feeling better. He went over to Kyle and talked to him, while taking care of his beautiful socked feet.

A few weeks went by and suddenly Thomas friend was at their door again.

“What do you want? Want to make fun of me again?” he asked.

“I am sorry that I was such a jerk.”

Surprised Thomas asked him to come in and went to his room.

“You are sorry?”

“Yes. I was just, I don’t know. Shocked isn’t even the right word. Surprised and jealous. You can live your live like you want. While I am still stuck at thinking too much about the opinion of others. I am truly sorry. Can I make it up to you?”

Thomas was totally flashed by this. He never thought his friend would say something like this.

“I don’t know” he said, in total awe.

“Maybe I can give you a foot rub?”

With that his friend reached for his feet. Today, Thomas was wearing Kyle’s socks. Just like nearly every day. Since he told Kyle about it, they shared their socks. When his friend’s hands made contact with the socks, a strange sensation hit him. It was like he wanted to be these socks? Yeah that was right. He just did not want to, he needed to be Thomas socks. This was the only way he could make it up to him. Furiously he began to rub his hands up and down. Until he noticed something. His hands were fusing with the cotton. Yeah that was it. The beginning of being his friend’s most supportive friend. Slowly his body began to be engulfed by the cotton. The feeling was indescribable. Like he was not only turning to cotton. He was a living being inside it. Finally it was time to give up his human form and he was sucked in completely into the socks. With that Thomas looked around, not remembering what he was doing. He did not remember his friend who was now trapped as his socks for the rest of his live. The site granted his wish, just not in a way, that Thomas would have expected it. Now he had only supportive friends. Kyle, who was there for him. And the other one who were his socks or better their socks. Thomas wasted no time going over to Kyle for another sock playing session. His socks were eager to experience this and could not wait to be used by both boys, who now owned him.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

6 and 9 and B for kakagai for the parenting ask if that’s ok??

6. Who has their kids’ favorite movie nearly memorized on account on how frequently they request to watch it?

Kakashi. He doesn’t mind sitting nearby reading a book while kiddo watches their movie. Gai can work out while the movie is playing, but usually prefers to go for runs or do more intense work outs than can be done in their home XD

Thus Kakashi gets relegated to movie dad, and thus knows his child’s favorite off the top of his head

9. Who started taking photos of the baby as soon as they were born?

Gai without a doubt.

He wants to make memories and even asked Sukea for pointers on what kind if canera to use for the best pictures

At least that’s what he says when Shizune asks why he’s using Sukea’s canera to take all of those pictures xD

B. What was their first night as new parents like?

Terrible XD

Kiddo was crying all night and Kakashi ended up sleeping on the couch in hopes of giving Gai a chance to sleep.

That did not happen cuz around 3am Kakashi just passed tf out with exhaustion and Gai ended up waking up to take the rest of the night watch.

They had to make a time line for overnights after that so both of them could get some sleep, and as soon as they did Kiddo was fine. Only waking up every 2-4 hours.

[bodybeyondstories]

Gifted - 5

Justin, having a hard time dealing with his changes, runs into Nikhil in the showers before encountering Sam and Darius during his shift. Things get messy (obvi)

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Male TF // Ass Growth // Dick Growth // Growth // Size Difference // nsfw

I actually had no impetus to continue this series, then had the sudden urge to write about this awkward sad boi. I'm sure I'll figure out what happens a year from now lol.

Melons had been on Justin’s mind since the night before.

He had been up late muddling through a paper, folded uncomfortably into the too small wooden chair of his room, hunched over his laptop with a look of grim determination. He had gotten a cryptic text from his coworker asking him to cover his opening shift at Shuck’s the next morning (something about getting caught up or whatever at one of the sports bros’ houses), taking away any time that he actually had to work on this paper during reasonable hours. His brain was all but exhausted of any capacity for critical thought, let alone stringing words together into some semblance of a coherent argument. His eyes kept drifting away from his laptop screen to linger on the moonlit scene of the path leading away from the dorm, peacefully empty of activity, except, briefly, for the unmistakable figure of his crush strolling through the pools of streetlight.

Though his face was shrouded in shadow as he walked away, Justin recognized Sam immediately by the pair of cheeks ballooning from his backside and squeezed into form fitting leggings. He’d recognize that ass anywhere. No matter how comically large it had become, Sam’s signature bubble maintained the same proportions. It was obvious how these weird changes going around had impacted his crush. Only months ago, Sam’s ass had been a showstopper but well within the bounds of normalcy. At this point, it seemed nearly beyond belief. Melons, he thought, awestruck.

Justin was down bad about more than Sam’s prodigious posterior. He had developed a genuine crush. The fact that he could barely get over his own awkwardness long enough to talk to him for more than twenty seconds somehow deepened his fantasies of them ending up in some adorable rom-com scenario. His main impetus for getting out of bed in the morning were their brief instances of contact in the bathroom. Both being early risers, it would usually just be the two of them, Justin lumbering past and nervously acknowledging Sam’s cute grunt of sleepy greeting as he brushed his teeth in nothing but skimpy briefs stretched taut over his huge bubble butt, caressed by the early morning light.

Justin’s eyes lingered in the shadows of the scene outside long after Sam had passed out of view, wondering where he could be heading off to at this time of night, hoping Sam would still make it to their early morning meet cute in just a few hours.

—

His alarm brought him back to consciousness in the wee hours of the morning. Lifting his head off the desk, Justin groaned internally at the triple whammy of a paper unfinished, a bed not slept in, and an even earlier than usual start to his day. He just knew this was going to be a mess. Stumbling around in the dark, he managed to grab his toiletries and snatch his towel off the hook on the wall, reaching out through muscle memory to find the door frame with a wandering hand before he smacked his head, ducking under it and continuing on to the bathroom. A bubble of disappointment rose within him as he realized the space was empty, his crush–and that ass–nowhere to be seen.

To say the shower stall was cramped would be putting it lightly, and it had been getting worse and worse over the course of the year. He had already been tall before he had moved into Richards Hall at the last minute last fall because his so-called friends bailed and his actual housing fell through. And he had already been annoyed with being tall. But there was a big difference between a shy 6’3” beanpole who hated attention and…whatever was happening to him now. At this point, it seemed like everyone in the dorm was dealing with inexplicable growth spurts and changes, but as he felt the new sensation of his head lightly brushing the ceiling of the shower, his heart sank yet again.

Oof, I thought this was done, he thought. Or really he had just been self-delusion. He had stopped measuring  a while ago, convincing himself that a jovial “I don’t know” was a good response to the perennial questions about his height, as if being sufficiently nonchalant about the situation would let him fade into the background as nothing special. But he had also convinced himself that maybe, just maybe the changes had stopped, and if he didn’t have any updated data, then he wouldn’t have to reckon with the possibility that even the term ‘7 footer’ was no longer accurate.

But he stooped down and began maneuvering in the compact stall whose shower head struggled to reach his nipples, squatting until his tight butt threatened to part the shower curtains on the other side, just to wash the sleep out of his eyes. The changes had been slow, and he had always been adaptable, but it was becoming apparent that he was becoming too big for the normal infrastructures of life. He didn’t really know what to do about that.

And he especially didn’t know what to do about the python swinging freely between his legs, beyond setting the temperature colder and colder in a futile attempt to get it to shrink to a more manageable size. While his body took off to new heights, his dick really got the memo, stretching to inhuman proportions that looked ridiculous even on his super lanky frame. It was becoming impossible to hide in his day to day life, requiring its own creative solutions as he constantly adjusted and altered his wardrobe to keep up with his slowly stretching body. An issue exacerbated by the fact that his libido had apparently kept pace with these changes. His monster dick had become a beacon of constant sexual need, and at this point even the slightest arousal would set him on a course to either soaking his pants in precum or ripping right through the seams. He had spent many mornings already moaning into the spray of the shower as he slowly stroked the unreal length of his penis, his back and butt smushed against one wall and his foot braced against the opposite, fantasizing about Sam’s amazonian booty in just the next room as he woke himself with a powerful orgasm, painting the tiles in jizz. But this morning he was already late for work.

“What am I going to do with you?” he muttered, soaping up the semi-hard pipe that stretched down toward his knees, careful not to tip the first domino of pleasure, wondering if there was a setting even colder.

—

As he ducked out of the shower into the spacious bathroom beyond, he seemed to unfold as he allowed himself an early morning stretch, shaking the mop of loose curls on his head. He felt his dick jiggle with the movement, enjoying the feeling of its unconstricted motion between his legs as he began to towel himself dry. He swished his hips back and forth, noticing how his dick formed its own pendulous arc through the air, wondering if it could build enough momentum to leave a bruise on Sam’s cheek.

No, no, he thought, bringing himself back to reality as his penis began to lengthen with arousal and deep, urgent need. No time for that. Fantasizing about his unrequited crush could end up eating up a chunk of the morning which we did not have, and he was in no mood to try and clean a pool of spooge off the bathroom floor yet again. The sway of his hips transitioned into a subtle swish that supported his long loping gait as he turned to see a slight figure cross his path unexpectedly.

He hadn’t noticed anyone else in the bathroom. Assumed no one would be up this early. Certainly not a bleary eyed Nikhil with a neat toiletry bag tucked under his arm. Justin had been sufficiently jolted awake by the ice bath that had been spraying from his shower head, but it still took him a solid three seconds to realize that Nikhil was pointedly not staring at the pendulum cock still bobbing playfully in the space between them.

“Oh, fuck!” Sharp realization dawned on Justin’s face, and turned to a flush of frustration as he tried and failed to cover the extensive length of his dick with one, then both hands, eventually realizing that the towel draped around his shoulders could provide the coverage he needed. “Um, sorry, I just didn’t think anyone would be here this early.”

“Yeah, I was kind of banking on that,” Nikhil responded with an awkward chuckle. “Figured if I got up early enough, I wouldn’t have to deal with the usual attention.” He glanced reflexively toward his crotch and the serious bulge that still managed to fill his loose sweats, looking comical on his small frame. “Less chance of being seen.”

They shared a brief moment of mutual understanding, as if brought together in the liminal space of a pre-dawn communal bathroom by their nonsensically gargantuan members.

“Totally,” Justin offered, attempting to build on this budding connection. “I heard about your, uh…I mean not that I heard about it like people are talking about it, at least I don’t talk about other people’s…situations–I mean I’ve noticed your predicament, not that I’m trying to or anything, it’s not my business, also not like it’s a predicament, but like I mean mine’s a predicament, it’s really becoming an issue, honestly, and I don’t know maybe you’ve had similar experiences or whatever, I mean at least you fit in the…shower…”

At this point, Justin’s cheeks were in full blush of embarrassment and exasperation, his mane a halo of gloom as he loomed high over Nikhil, hair still dripping onto his narrow shoulders.

“I just…” one last try.

“It’s good to know someone dealing with similar issues,” Nikhil said with a practiced smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, that.”

“Speaking of, your towel looks a little, um, short?” 

Justin glanced down to discover, to his chagrin, that his towel was no longer long enough to cover the tip of his flaccid cock. Meaning no matter how much he tried to deny or downplay, his mysterious growth was sure to prove otherwise. “...Dammit. I should go get dressed. It can be kind of an–”

“Ordeal. I know.” Nikhil’s irises caught the light for a split second as his eyes rolled toward the ceiling and back, his face a tight acknowledgement of their shared predicament. “Actually,” his eyes lit up, “Just got a pair of briefs off this website that are supposed to have extra support and specialize in unique…pouches. If you want the link or whatever.”

“Uh…yeah, let me know how they fit.”

“Will do,” agreed Nikhil with a sharp nod.

—

Ordeal was accurate, but bumbling around into his work uniform was an ordeal he was used to. His long dick maneuvered just so into his boxer briefs and positioned parallel to his waist–any normal pouch was useless at this point–then a layer of compression shorts for extra control, followed by his khakis, then a few minutes of repositioning his cock and experimenting with the folds of his pants until he fooled himself that the ridiculous bulge spooling out toward his hip could be passed off as a trick of the light (it couldn’t). The fact that his pants didn’t reach his ankles and his mustard yellow employee polo was giving sneak peeks at the light fur of his lower abs were issues to be dealt with at some point in the future.

He reached some semblance of rolling peace as he biked across town to the grocery store, his self-consciousness ebbed by work of navigating city streets, and anxiety dissipated by the mix of physical exertion and chill morning air. He enjoyed the quiet early morning as he locked his bike and strode with long, loping gait to open the store. It was just him, soon interrupted by a single customer who had been waiting impatiently to inform him that the store’s official opening time was three minutes ago, unfazed by the literal giant that came to greet her.

It was shaping up to be a perfectly uneventful shift, just as he’d suspected and hoped when agreeing to cover it. He stocked shelves, did inventory, dealt with the slow drip of customers passing in and out. There were no crises on the horizon, no stressors on this sleepy morning. Except, of course, for the unrelenting weight of pent up sexual frustration and the burgeoning heat of his manhood. He regretted not taking the time this morning for his usual wake up jackoff session–and bonus shower date–and was bitterly annoyed at his lack of coworkers, whose presence would allow him to take fifteen minutes to unload the pressure constantly building in his groin. His dick, dutifully tucked away under multiple layers of restrictive clothing, was slowly becoming the center of the known universe, the locus of attention by way of Justin’s desperate focus on not focusing. The slow burn of sexual pressure was grinding his teeth and laboring his breathing, but it was just barely manageable. That is until Sam walked in.

 He was cute as ever, and that ass looked somehow bigger in the soft morning light, compared to the mix of shadow and streetlight that Sam had passed under late last night. He was probably the best and worst person to roll into the grocery store during Justin’s slowly worsening crisis. A familiar, friendly face, yet also a yearning crush, an undeniable reminder of the yawning gulf of need emanating from Justin’s crotch. His already fraying emotional fabric was twisted even further as Justin, ever observant wallflower, connected a few more dots: Sam was wearing the exact same outfit from last night, though somewhat disheveled. And he was not alone.

Justin was distantly aware that Darius lived in the house that Sam frequented, but didn’t know they were cool with each other. At least not early morning food run cool with each other. Or light touches along the small of his back cool with each other. Or playful squeeze into a prodigious ass cheek cool with each other. Justin, frozen in place with a mostly empty crate of ramen as Sam and Darius grabbed a cart and began to mosey down the next aisle over, was distraught.

He had no idea they were an item. Not that he thought his fantasy of being in Darius’s place on his own cute errand dates with Sam would be anything more than wishful thinking. Justin was all angles, skinny, overstretched, and awkward, with ridiculous proportions. And Darius was, well, Darius. The corded musculature of his arms and shoulders seemed to take up the entire aisle, threatening to burst out of his clothes with even the most casual movements. He exuded confidence and an easy, deep beauty that seemed to draw Sam into his deep, brown eyes. And of course when it came to Sam’s assets, Darius was thinking along very similar lines.

“Hmm, what’s the point of comparison with this ass these days?” Darius asked, his hand resting casually on Sam’s butt. “Volleyballs? Basketballs?”

Sam gave a laugh that read more like a swoon, resting his head briefly–to Justin’s dismay–on Darius’s shoulder. “At this point, watermelons might be closer.”

“Watermelons?” Justin–in his horny stupidity–cut in. Stupid, stupid, stupid, why would you say that?

He had forgotten that being able to physically see over the shelves into the adjacent aisle was not a normal thing that normal humans could do, and as Sam and Darius turned in unison to gaze up at him stocking ramen in the next aisle, it dimly occurred to him that they had no idea he was present for this conversation. A mistake he made pretty regularly even before these changes. I need to get out of here.

“They’re still in the back,” he said. “Just came in!” 

“Justin?” asked Sam. “I didn’t know you were working today.”

Butterflies. He knows my regular schedule? Justin practically swooned. But he had to flee. “Let me run and grab one for you,” said Justin. “Be right back!”

And hustled off back to storage.

He was really struggling to hold it together as he paced around the back room, having already forgotten what he even came there for. In his fugue of horny panic, it took a second to register that the short rumble in his pocket wasn’t his supervolcano dick preparing to erupt, but a series of notifications on his phone. Vibration was the last thing he needed anywhere near his tightly packed crotch, but his heart leapt into his throat as he saw that they were from Nikhil. 

[Hey, those briefs I mentioned got in early.]

Oh no.

[Not as comfortable as I had hoped, but the fit is pretty decent.]

Oh no.

[At least for now, right? 🙃]

Oh no.

[Also, they sent a couple extras, let me know if you want to try a pair. We’re probably around the same size.]

The chain of text on Justin’s phone screen jumped up to make space for a gray rectangle with a thin line slowly drawing itself into a circle. He stood frozen in anxious terror as he waited for his sluggish phone to download the image that he desperately hoped wasn’t the exact one he was currently forming in his head.

Nikhil was standing in his room in front of a full length mirror, phone in one hand, held just to the side of his abdomen, head cocked slightly to the side, his face an image of intentional focus. His rich brown skin looked lovely in the morning light, which came in from the side at an angle just right for showing off the lean musculature of his swimmer’s build. His whole body seemed to be shaped for practiced, graceful movement, made of deliberate lines that all drew the eye to the colossal package hanging between his thighs. 

It looked more like a jock than a pair of briefs, a framework of elegant, reinforced elastic support structures designed to hold a pouch that many would assume was some sort of manufacturer error or gag gift. He was titillated by the idea that they weren’t a joke item and that there was some small customer base out there that was as unreasonably and mysteriously hung as them. But on Nikhil they fit just right, though somewhat straining to hold his massive member in place. Justin realized that as frustrated as he was with his unreal height, at least it allowed his dick to look relatively proportional. Nikhil on the other hand struck a comical figure, his short stature looking weighed down by the pipe that extended from his groin, his overworked lower abdominal muscles brought into sharp relief.

This was an innocuous, professional message. Knowing Nikhil, he had no idea he’d just sent a brain melting thirst trap. No idea what he had just done to any hopes of Justin’s pants surviving this shift. His dick lurched against its confinement, as if to issue a challenge.

“Don’t you start!” he practically yelled at the bulge running from his crotch along his hip. “Please, not now.” His dick twitched in protest, warmth building in his crotch that hinted at a threshold to which he was dangerously close. He paced around the storage area, trying to distract himself with the visual messiness of things that needed organizing, moving, and inventorying, until his eyes landed on a small crate of green and white ovoid shapes.

The melon! I forgot about the melon, he groaned internally, unaware that Sam and Darius weren’t exactly waiting on him to return with the fruit. He took his time perusing the top layer for the choicest options, giving each one a hearty slap to test for ripeness–until they reminded him too much of the melons he’d prefer to be handling, which were moseying around the store.

He snatched one up and power walked back out to the floor, watermelon held proudly in front of him, cradled by his large hands. He stopped in his tracks at the end of an aisle, trying to make sense of the scene before him. Sam was bent over at the waist, breathing heavy and held up by Darius’s strong arms. His hips were hinged backward, pointing his ass in Justin’s direction, who couldn’t shake the impression that it was…growing. He had certainly noticed it getting bigger and rounder over the past several months, but it looked like it was inflating with muscle and a healthy layer of padding in real time, ballooning against the fabric of his leggings, which were riding up his calves. As Sam’s breathing calmed and he stood up straight, he matched Darius in height, his amazonian legs and colossal booty looking wildly disproportionate compared to his unchanged arms and torso.

“I…found the watermelon,” Justin uttered, drawing the attention of the only two patrons in the store. His hands were glued to the fruit in front of him, eyes locked on to Sam’s unreal bubble butt, which seemed to flex with a last gasp of growth. “Oh, um, wow.” He was frozen in place, a jolt of panic shot through him as his cock twitched insistently in his pants. He had already lost the battle against his own libido, it was just a matter of realizing that.

“Wow is right,” said Sam, gazing at the bulge that threatened to tear Justin’s khakis to tatters unless they addressed this urgent business immediately.

As if on cue, a light ripping sound filled the space between them, followed by Justin’s small, anxious moan. “Sorry,” he said, still holding on to the melon for dear life, but taking his eyes off Sam’s rump just long enough to cast a worried glance at his prodigious bulge. “This thing’s been out of control and it’s just…kind of hard to ignore for too long.”

“Then let’s give it some attention,” Darius cut in.

—

Justin was able to rub his last two brain cells together just long enough to lock the door and put up an away sign. The store’s steady customer base of no one would have to deal for 30 minutes. As he led Sam and Darius to the back–for some reason still holding the watermelon in the crook of his elbow–he was in mild disbelief that this was even happening. A more plausible explanation would be that the hurricane force of sexual need emanating from his monster cock had simply short circuited his brain and he was having a vivid hallucination while laying on the floor, surrounded by packs of ramen. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

The camera in the storage area still worked–though no one ever checked it–but the one in the break room did not. Dutifully, Justin power walked down the back hallway to the modest room of vending machines, microwave, table, chairs, old couch, and small window, the others struggling to keep up with long, purposeful strides. Sam still seemed to still be getting his balance, as his center of gravity was now noticeably higher and heavier than it had been just a few minutes ago. Darius kept a watchful hand on his lower back. 

They fell to the couch in a blur of lips on lips, shirts being thrown unceremoniously on the floor, fingers intertwining and disengaging as the three urgently explored each others’ bodies to remove layers of pesky clothing as quickly as possible. Darius was smitten by the embarrassed smile on Sam’s face as he tried and failed to get his leggings and underwear over his ass. He leaned over and worked the fabric with the corded muscle of his arms, peeling it down slowly and deliberately, resisting the urge to simply rip it off of his body in one quick motion. 

Justin was beside himself with anticipation, surprised he hadn’t flooded his khakis with jizz at the sight of Sam’s monster butt cheeks, though he had already pumped out an ungodly amount of precum, with more oozing on the way. “Fuck,” he uttered, as the light dusting of hair across the round expanse of Sam’s posterior was revealed, Darius leaning in to bury his face between those gravity-defying globes. It looked even bigger unclothed. Justin was still firmly in disbelief that these two extremely hot people were about to have a threesome with him, let alone at his place of work, let alone one of them being his fantastical crush with a fantastical bubble butt. It took him a second to pick up on the fact that both of them were staring hungrily at the bulge threatening to ruin his pants.

Right, he thought, with a twinge of nervousness. Just confident enough that Sam and Darius wouldn’t run in terror, he steeled himself and with a resigned sigh, pushed his pants, compression shorts, and underwear off of his bony hips, revealing inch after inch after inch of his python until his cock head bobbed off the end of the couch, drooling precum onto the floor. He was filled with relief at finally being freed from his confines, his head lolling back in pleasure as one, then two, then three hands–his own or others’, he couldn't tell–began to slowly work the length of his prodigious dick. 

The train had left the station, so to speak. He’d been yearning and itching for this for far too long. He felt a now-familiar lightheadedness as his body coordinated around bringing  his penis to full erection, his breathing falling into a deep, almost meditative state, muscles working and contracting as the pressure continued to build. He moaned in pleasure as Darius’s lips parted over his dick and Sam’s nuzzled his neck, sending static down his spine.

“You want to fuck me?” Sam asked with a hunger mixed with uncharacteristic shyness, his hands running along the curves of Justin’s clavicle.

“Are…are you sure?” asked Justin, almost as a warning. He hadn’t been intimate with anyone since he was half this size, and was visibly worried about the destruction his ungodly dick might cause.

“Oh, you’re good. I got loosened up earlier.”

A moment of terror as Justin tried to mentally process whatever behemoth had made Sam confident enough to take his own. He nodded in trepidation, and the other two switched places, Darius straddling Justin’s chest and giving him a taste of his own salty precum as they indulgently made out, while Sam positioned himself over Justin’s head and began to lower onto his dick. 

He began to work himself up and down with unbearable slowness, easing farther and farther with each of Justin’s strokes. Once they got a rhythm going, Justin felt practically sucked in by Sam’s hole, giving up on any sort of explanation in the realm of human possibility as he bottomed out. He slapped his huge hands against the melons of Sam’s ass, wishing he could see them jiggling as uncontrollably as they felt, groaning into Darius’s mouth as Sam picked up speed. He was beside himself, eyes rolling back as he ascended into some other plane of existence, some boundless torrent of orgasmic possibility. He came like a firehose, hands sinking into Sam’s fat cheeks as he gushed into him for what felt like an eternity, Sam beginning to spray himself with spunk simultaneously.

They fell into a pile on the couch, Justin sandwiched between the other two, wrapped in Darius’s long arms as he caressed Sam’s butt. Eventually he got around to pulling himself out of Sam’s hole, feeling an odd but pleasant tingling along his dick as it came out with a pop. He carefully extricated himself from their warm hands and soft kisses, getting up to gather some cleaning supplies. The tingling faded into a residual sensation, the pull on his groin slightly heavier than he expected as he moved around the room, but he thought nothing of it.

Justin squatted down to kiss Sam and Darius in turn, twitching in slight discomfort as his dick touched the cold tile floor. They were pretzeled together with seemingly no intention of breaking contact for the foreseeable future.

“We should do this again, sometime,” said Sam. “Maybe somewhere more comfortable,” with a wink.

“Really?” asked Justin, incredulous.

“Yeah, dude,” said Darius. “Maybe even a date or something. Imagine!” he chuckled.

How is this really happening? Justin thought, still lost in post-coital bliss yet aware that the store was currently unstaffed. “I should, um, get back to it I guess,” as he slid his underwear on and began the struggle to get his dick to cooperate, the tingling feeling remaining as he jiggling and maneuvered it back along his waist, growing stronger as he trapped everything under his compression shorts. His dick still felt warm as he pulled his khakis up. Really warm. “Y’all don’t have to rush, my shift runs for another couple hours, you can–”

Just was interrupted by a sharp contraction of his groin muscles, leaning over slightly as a hand shot to his belly. The tingling along his dick intensified, along with heat radiating from his crotch.

“You okay?” Darius asked with obvious worry. “Lightheaded? Need to sit down for a second?”

“No, no, I’m good,” said Justin, belied by shortness of breath and the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His attempt to play it cool was cut short by a grimace of discomfort as he was doubled over by an even stronger contraction, his dick a furnace of static, sliding along his hip on an urgent return to erection, but in a way that felt…different. He caught his breath for a second and exchanged glances with Sam, who reached out to steady him, wearing a look of familiarity.

“I just, just need to…” His dick was pulsing with his heartbeat, heatedly struggling against the confines of too tight fabric. As his breathing became labored, he fumbled with his belt, trying to move fast but not fast enough. Sam and Darius were transfixed as the massive bulge straining Justin’s seams visibly surged past its previous ungodly length just a few minutes ago and ripped through the thin fabric of his pocket, angry cockhead jutting several inches out from his hip and drooling precum into the open air.

I should text Nikhil.

[lolomustdie]

tiny rant

Tw: talk of r6pe allegations (not explicit tho)

So I got an anon that reminded me that all this shit has been going on and I needed to get this opinion off my chest for a while so here's this shitty rant (THIS IS NOT TARGETED AT THAT ANON, THIS IS AN IN GENERAL RANT AND NOT AIMED AT ANY SUPER SPECIFIC PEOPLE)

Y'all I'm so sick and tired of seeing ppl everywhere say shit like "isn't Melanie Martinez a rapist" and "felony floptinez" like

BROTHER

I feel like these bitches r seeing ppl talk shit online abt mel and they just go with it like a sheep in a herd, not researching or gaining any kind of knowledge of the case before going on Instagram or sum shit and bullying this poor woman. Like yes now a days she's a tiny bit problematic with her merch pricing and shit with her publicizing her love life but that's STILL not a reason to leave hurtful comments abt mel.

i feel like ppl now just see sum gossip shit and just believe it. Like if these mfs ACTUALLY WENT AND LOOKED IN to the case u would see that there is rlly A LOT of evidence that coins into Melanie being Innocent

I mean look, these r allegations that have been around for a while and have a lot of shit attached to it that I would have to write separately and that I wouldn't rant abt bc honestly my mel hyperfixation has long died out so like, we rlly don't know who's innocent bc as far as ik this was never even taken to court if I remember correct and Melanie hasn't even spoke out abt anything once since the allegations ramped up again. So the whole thing, ON BOTH SIDES, is weird in my opinion

I'm not taking sides in an extreme, I'm not even trying to prove Mel's innocents entirely, I'm just saying y'all should look over her and timothy's case before bashing EITHER of them online, like AT LEAST FORM AN OPINION???

YES it is weird that Timothy went and boohooed abt it online instead of taking legal action, YES it is weird that she said she was violated on a day mel was far away from her and ON TOUR, YES it is weird that she made this whole thing abt her phone getting dates wrong, and it is CERTAINLY weird that she would go sobbing away online bitching abt how ppl probably with fair knowledge of psychology were wrong talking abt her body language, ETC!!!

and I'm sure we would have a decent amount of things to say if Melanie spoke out more abt the allegations but she hasn't and we can't do anything abt that. I think the best thing to do is not take sides and just enjoy her music and butt out of this shit. It's probably just gonna pass like the last time the allegations rose and it'll be a tumbleweed in the middle of no where for a good couple years.

Yes I am defending mel REALISTICALLY WITHIN REASON, I am not going crazy saying she's done nothing wrong and she's an angel, r6pe allegations or not. I do not support her completely as a person. She overprices her merch way too much and is taking advantage of her loyal fans to farm them for money. She broke up with verde and immediately got a new bf and started posting a bunch of shit with them together almost to make verde jealous or smth probably but either way it's weird. She used to be a truthful humble person and fame and money and success has turned her into nearly the opposite of that.

Yes I like her music, yes I believe she is POSSIBLE innocent in the whole timothy thing, yes I admire her artistry and her message, yes I think she needs to set her shit straight, fix her prices, and speak out on ALL the situations being held against her. Big and small

She need to use her voice

But, with the evidence we have i can asure u timothy heller is on hoe shit, like tf??

The only homework I wanna leave y'all with is that IN GENERAL, please, ALWAYS do a fair amount of research on a piece of controversy before being an annoying misinformed Instagram commenter piece of shit 😭🙏

Ps, ts is lwk incoherent but I just needed to get this out of my system (of a down 👅) so yeah

[ghost-bison]

Much Ado About Nothing / The Winter's Tale

She dying, as it must so be maintain'd, Upon the instant that she was accused, Shall be lamented, pitied and excused Of every hearer: for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. [...] When he shall hear she died upon his words, The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she lived indeed; then shall he mourn, If ever love had interest in his liver, And wish he had not so accused her, No, though he thought his accusation true. [...] Come, lady, die to live: this wedding-day Perhaps is but prolong'd: have patience and endure.

–Friar Francis, Act 4 Scene 1, Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare

As you can probably tell I've just rewatched the 2011 West End production of MAAN (with Catherine Tate and David Tennant as Beatrice and Benedick) and omg I am even more obsessed now. Cause I've picked up on a parallel I hadn't the first time, between this play and Winter's Tale.

So the quote just above is from the scene right after Claudio publicly rejected Hero, believing she cheated on him. Beatrice fell to her knees at her cousin's side after Hero fainted, believing her dead and declaring it out loud, and that was the last Claudio and Don Pedro heard and saw of Hero as they left the scene. After which the Friar suggested they faked her death to get her out of trouble.

And this reminded me SO MUCH of Winter's Tale my dudes. I can't BELIEVE I haven't noticed the similarities before.

For those who might not be familiar with the plot:

King Leontes becomes paranoid and wrongly accuses his wife, Hermione, of cheating on him with his friend, King Polixenes. He has her arrested, which leads to their son, Mamillius, dying from stress. Upon hearing of her child's death, Hermione faints, and Paulina (Hermione's friend) fakes Hermione's death to get her out of trouble. Paulina spends over a decade keeping Hermione in hiding and cultivating Leontes' grief and regrets, at the end of which she presents him with a statue of his wife (this scene is an absolute banger, btw). She doesn't let him know what he has seen was not a statue but his actual wife until later in the play, leading to a happy resolution.

Well, even though contrary to Winter's Tale, this happens over just a few days in Much Ado About Nothing... well the same kind of happens. And I mean, the years that passed in WT are a testament to the fact that it is, after all, a tragicomedy, whereas MAAN is a comedy. So it doesn't have nearly the same impact and consequences on the characters. There's no bittersweetness and frustration to MAAN like there is to WT, which I was thankful for as the latter gave me enough sadness for three lifetimes.

But there are still similarities to both plots that hit so hard.

LIKE THE FACT THAT ONE OF THOSE SIMILARITIES HAPPENS IN THE THIRD SCENE OF THE FIFTH ACT OF BOTH PLAYS LIKE TF

In MAAN, Claudio visits Leonato's monument to read the epitaph for Hero, whom he still believes to be dead.

In WT, Paulina reveals to Leontes the "statue" of his wife, whom he still believes to be dead.

And I LOVE the 2011 production for making Hero appear in the scene to Claudio as he laments her death, and then disappear, and he thinks so naively so little of this (possibly that he hallucinated her?) cause it echoes back to the statue scene in WT as Leontes admires the statue of Hermione and can't tell for the life of him that it's made of flesh:

LEONTES Her natural posture! Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she In thy not chiding, for she was as tender As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina, Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing So aged as this seems. PAULINA So much the more our carver's excellence; Which lets go by some sixteen years and makes her As she lived now.

And there's both humour and tragedy in this, as there is (mostly) humour in the reveal in MAAN that the "cousin" Claudio would marry in place of Hero is, actually, Hero herself:

CLAUDIO Which is the lady I must seize upon? LEONATO This same is she, and I do give you her. CLAUDIO Why, then she’s mine.—Sweet, let me see your face. LEONATO No, that you shall not till you take her hand Before this friar and swear to marry her. CLAUDIO [to HERO] Give me your hand before this holy friar. I am your husband, if you like of me. HERO And when I lived, I was your other wife, And when you loved, you were my other husband. [she unmasks] CLAUDIO Another Hero!

I love it. So idiotic. Works so well. Anyway. I hope all this makes sense, it's kind of 3am here but I got excited. Hihi

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

So I’ve decided that: Since Loui is on fire (HOW TF-), California helps him because he’s used the fires, whereas Loui is used to literally drowning on land. So um- enjoy (also Loui uses he/they pronouns in this):

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Louisiana stumbled out of his room with a shaky breath. He tried their best to ignore the burning pain that was spreading across his torso, and they could only think about focusing on their very shaky breathing (which was made difficult because of the smoke). Everything was blurry, and he could only see stuff that was right in front of him (also because of the smoke). Every single sound echoed and they felt like they would pass out at any given moment. So yea Loui was not having a good time.

As he stumbled into the kitchen, he could hear and sorta see Florida and California having a screaming match (arguing) in the living room. Nothing new, he could even say that they grew fond of it almost. But right now? It just gave them a headache and they knew that they needed some water and probably some ibuprofen for their headache fever. He supposed that tending to his burn wounds would be a good idea as well, but they decided that he’ll probably take care of those later at some point.

As he reached up to grab a cup from one of the higher shelves, a wave of dizziness hit them full force and they barely managed to grab a cup and steady himself with the counter. He let out a shaky breath as he filled the cup with water and drank some of it. Louisiana coughed a bit, smoke coming out of his mouth. Their vision became even more blurry and was black around the edges as another wave of dizziness hit them and…. Wait- when did the floor get so close? Oh right, he was falling…..

~~~from CA and FL’s pov(?)~~~

California held the lighter high up where Florida couldn’t reach it, meanwhile the Sunshine State was jumping to get it.

"Florida no!! I’m not letting you light Gov’s paperwork on fire damnit!!" Cal said, shoving Florida a little bit when the shorter state jumped again.

"Why not??? The dumbass needs a break anyways- now give me the lighte-" Florida argued before getting cut off by a thud and the sound of glass breaking. The two states rushed over to where the sound came from. And Florida almost screamed a bit when they both saw Loui laying unconscious on the kitchen floor next to a broken cup.

"Loui/Louisiana!!!" Shouted both Cal and Florida as they quickly ran to the Pelican State’s side. Florida instantly pulled Louisiana into his lap, though he did nearly drop him when he was caught off guard by how hot Louisiana was (in temperature-). He checked for Loui’s pulse and nearly sighed in relief when he found one.

"Cal he’s burning up!! Is he okay- Is he gonna alright??? *small gasp* Is Loui dying??" Florida asked Cal, not even taking a second to breathe.

California was about to yell at Florida to calm down and stop asking so many questions, but the scared (YES. SCARED-) and panicked look in Florida’s eyes told him not to. He sighed before answering Florida’s questions. "Florida, listen. Loui’s gonna be alright, okay?? He’s dealing with fires right now. Trust me, I get them all the time. They’re gonna be alright." ‘Most likely-‘ Cal thought to himself.

That seemed to calm down Florida a bit, or at least enough that he could speak again. "O-o-okay…. What do we do??" He nearly gasped in relief when he felt Loui stir awake in his arms. "Loui!!"

"W-w-what da hell h-h-happened….?" Loui asked, his voice raspy and quiet.

"You passed out Louisiana. And you’re burning up." California answered, running a calming hand through the Pelican State’s hair.

Loui sighed a bit contentedly, and sat up a bit and placed the side of their head on Florida’s shoulder. "Probably from those damn fires…."

"Yeah most likely. What were you doing though?? You should be resting right now…." California said with a motherly-tone of voice.

"Relax sha…." Loui sighed, wincing a bit at how loud California’s voice sounded. "I was jus’ tryin’ to get some water and ibuprofen is all."

"Why didn’t you ask me, Loui?? I would’ve gotten it for you, amor." Florida asked his lover.

"I didn’t wanna be burden…." Louisiana said near silently, but the two taller state’s could hear what he said.

"Mi amor, you’re not burden, so don’t you dare say that. I love you, and I love being able to help you." Florida said sternly, pecking Loui on the cheek.

"R-r-really?" Loui asked, and it broke Florida and California to hear the slight disbelief in the smaller’s voice, like he didn’t believe that he was worthy of help.

“Yes, really." Florida said. He readjusted his hands so that he could hold Loui a little easier, but his eyes widened when Loui hissed in pain and put his hand on Florida’s to pry it from its location.

"Omg I’m so sorry Loui are you hurt???" Florida asked with a hint of panic in his voice.

"I-i-it’s fine sha…. Just a few burns is all…." Loui mumbled.

"….How much is ‘just a few burns’ out of curiosity?? Cuz listen- I love you so very much, but you have a habit of getting severely injured and then saying that it’s not as bad as it actually is." Florida asked.

"Yea Florida’s right. Like that one time that you got into an alleyway fight and got stabbed, and you said that it wasn’t that bad of a stab wound, when in reality the knife went all the way through and out your back and was still in there and was probably the only thing keeping you from bleeding out as quickly??" California gently teased, almost laughing at the embarrassed blush that spread across the smaller’s face.

"Oh yea. Or that one time that you fell and dislocated your kneecap, but you said that you were fine and that it was probably just a scrape or some sh*t? Or maybe even that one time that you had the genius idea to go and get your canoe, which you have a few of might I add, during a tropical storm and you got hit in the head by flying debris, and then claimed that it wasn’t that bad and that it had stopped bleeding, but in reality it was still bleeding a lot and was a pretty deep wound?"

"Yup. Or even that other ti-" California started.

"Ok ok ok ok ok I get it I have bad habits when it comes to getting hurt 🥲" Loui interrupted.

"Yup. Now answer the question, amor." Florida said.

"….Fine…. They go from my left hip and loop around my back…." Loui begrudgingly told the other two.

"Mk. Is it like- One big burn, or patches? I need to know so that I know what kind of bandages are needed for the burns." Cal asked, smiling gently.

"Both."

"Kk." California said. "Florida take him to his room, I’m gonna go get the first aid kit."

"Yessir." Florida said, doing a little hand salute thing. Cal just rolled his eyes fondly before getting up to get the first aid kit.

Florida stood up with Louisiana in his arms and started to walk to the smaller’s room.

"Cher I can walk by myself" Louisiana said lightheartedly with a small chuckle.

"I don’t care, you’re in pain and I want to carry you." Florida said, pecking Loui on the lips as they entered Loui’s room.

"Im not that much pai-" Florida gave them a look. "Whatever sha…."

"That’s what I thought." said the Sunshine State as California came back with the first aid, water and some weird looking bottle.

"What’s dat…??" Loui asked as he looked at the bottle with distrust.

"Relax dude, it’s not gonna hurt you." Cal said, chuckling a little bit at the distrustful look in Loui’s eyes. "It’s just some ointment that helps ease the pain of the burns, trust me I use it all the time."

"Ok den…. You don’t have to let me use it tho, like- don’t you need it?" Loui asked the taller state.

"Nah not really. Unlike you, I’m so used to the fires that they don’t really affect me much anymore. Plus, I would like you to use it so that you’re not in that much pain." Cal said with a friendly smile.

"Are ya sure??"

"Yup!! Now let’s get those burns taken care of before they get infected." Said the Golden State.

They eventually got Loui to cooperate with them, and managed to wrap their wounds. He was a little hesitant to let the other two help them, cuz he didn’t want to "be a burden", but they kept reassuring them that it was okay to allow them to help. Louisiana was a little stubborn when it came to the ointment cuz it was cold and stung a bit at first, tho the other two taller states just chuckled lightheartedly at their antics. In the end, they successfully took care of the burns, and then all fell asleep whilst watching Princess and the Frog (definitely not Loui’s movie choice nope-)….

[aeolianblues]

personal 2024 wrapped

Met some dear Tumblr friends, moved house thrice, did a film festival red carpet, was sort of homeless for a week, fell out with a friend and it is still awkward and will continue to be, got my first press pass, won a radio award, graduated (how tf did I nearly forget that), attended my first crazy st. pads house party thanks to housemates, hid a couple of inexplicable times from said housemates bc the music got too loud, went to my first proper music festival though not a camping one, travelled 7h to see one band, travelled to see more bands then I have ever in my life, got employed, had my first proper 'holy fuck, what a creep and loser' experience, met some more really dear friends irl, had so many people, some who were not long ago complete strangers be so so unbelievable kind to be and I think that's what I'll remember most from this year, had my first major medical procedure, had my dentist get really mad at me mid-surgery, (survived), had someone tell me if I worked for the CBC I would 'fix everything' (sigh, don't give a fella hope), sent a lot of scary emails, actually got quite a few unbelievable interviews and talked to some incredible people, I now have one of the few verbal records of Montreal's punk rock riot of 1979 told first-hand by the guy that caused it, met my family again after so long, had my first (and apparently second??) grey hair (unrelated) (related to the housing thing and that was when I truly understood how connected being comfortable was to both physical and mental health), presented at a live gig, rawdogged two foreign languages in their native places, attended my first-ever club night— and danced too! (To post punk music), had last-minute nostalgia and fomo and decided against moving out of my small city into the biggest one, finally started a music website and harbour mad hopes of being a music journalist again, got invited to a music business conference, met this girl who was also getting fucked by this school and city's housing disasters and tried to help, she eventually dropped out because she couldn't find housing and went back home but she's going to a better uni now and she sent me such a kind message about helping her that I cried on a public bench (and I'd do it again!! Help, I mean. This city needs to sort its housing policy out), got hugged quite a bit actually and in general was shown so much live and kindness and that's what I'm taking with me into 2025. People gave me do much of their time, it meant so much to me. The hour-long calls. Picking up my phone at 2 AM. Thinking of me as the first person to call when heartbroken over a breakup at 1 am. Running to me with the good news. Being there for me. Travelling how many hundred, thousand kilometres to be with me. Was severely underslept but that's livin la vida loca. I'll try and be a better sleeper this year, as I'm getting older, the leeway my body can give me for staying up all night and sleeping quite little will reduce if I want to live. Earlier nights for earlier mornings. More sleeping within 20 minutes of being home rather than somehow wasting an hour after a 2 AM-night out and we'll still be fine. Still a little young, right?

The first half of the year was harrowing but I'm glad I went through it to get to the good parts, because I wouldn't have missed those for the world. I was buoyed by the love and kindness shown to me and that's what I cling to and will remember.