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akystaracer22 · 1 year ago

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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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call-me-chips · 1 month ago

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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

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istherewifiinhell · 7 months ago

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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.

#some shit #wifi reads cisformers #wifi blogs marveltf #its like. reading this nodding. okay? where the fuck are you going with this. honestly it just kinda goes.#does lands it. in the end. does. 55pgs to get there. but a satisfying no base state change but enriching narrative to have. thing #<- thats the framework the uk stories have to work in. for now anyway

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ikanasocking · 1 year ago

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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.

#socks tf #clothes tf #inanimate transformation #gain weight

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depressedhatakekakashi · 6 months ago

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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.

#Kakagai #parenting

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blnk338 · 2 years ago

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COD HEADCANONS 3

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REAP WHAT YOU SOW | GHOST X READER ON AO3!

Price:

Generally grew up with a pretty dull family life; parents were distant, especially his dad

Made a vow that he would not only be a good father, but he would remind those around them that they are watched over, whether they liked it or not

Dad taxation like it’s the end of the fucking world.

Oh you got a little sweet drink? Better not look away, he’s taking a sip

Buy candy at the gas station? His arm’s already careened around the side of the driver’s seat, asking you for some

Big on movies, but will absolutely fall asleep while watching them, then shoot up and tell you not to change the channel when you even touch the remote

Struggles a lot internally trying to deal with the fact that every mission might be his last with his boys, mulling over the loss of Alex, wondering if the same will happen to Gaz

Genuinely sees Garrick as the son he never had and knows that the kid admires him

It’s not often Price gets a hug or a pat on the back, but it’s hard for him to hide the wide smile that spreads across his lips when one of his team wraps an arm around him or pats his shoulder.

Survivor’s guilt to the max, man. Every mission is a mental preparation for the worst, and the very idea that he could be responsible for any one of the 141’s deaths weighs on him like all hell

Couldn’t decide if he wanted to get ordained or be the best man at Laswell’s wedding, so he did both. He sobbed as he read out his lines, then threw dad ass during the after-party.

Has a habit of calling his team, especially Gaz, “son” and has just gotten so used to it that he’s stopped correcting himself, and not a single member has brought it up seriously (aside from gag gifts for the holidays)

The warmest, most loving hugs out of the entire 141. The other's hugs are great, but there is so much genuine care put into every single bear hug of his. Each embrace holds you like it's your last, enveloping you in warmth as he mutters a few words of comfort, thanks, or both.

Wishes he could be a better father to his own daughters, but continuously finds reasons to stay in the military

Because of that, he is the absolute worst at discipline when he's on leave. He can scold as much as he wants, but his kids know he’s not being serious. Spoils them to not end.

His daughters also love Gaz and see him as an older brother

Gaz:

Like Price, there’s a lot of internal blame for everything.

Maybe if he shot first, or got to the site faster—maybe if he was better... those soldiers, those people, could’ve been saved.

Sees himself often as a shield, a hand in battle, and with that, sees himself as expendable. If it means seeing his team come back alive, he’d do anything to make sure that they’re okay.

Selfless to a fault. He’s taken more bullets, more stabs, and more punches than anyone else on the team during TF-141’s active timeframe. Price worries like hell over him because, on most missions, he comes back with at the very least a swollen cheek.

Considered smoking to take the edge off, but hates the taste of cigarettes and cigars, and prefers edibles over it all.

Even with that, he still tries to handle it “naturally,” insisting he’s alright and doesn’t need anything to cope, that the stress and anxiety will just pass eventually.

Refused therapy for a long time because he was afraid of getting worse, but eventually started going and has overall enjoyed his time

Was a parkour kid and then just… never lived it down.

Because of this, it’s nearly impossible to get away from the guy. Soap’ll pull pranks on him and have the guy in a dead sprint across base, leaping and vaulting off of boxes, crates, and other soldiers just to catch the Scotsman.

Bit people when he was a kid, too

Says “bruh”

“A woman? The only woman in my life is Joann Fabrics.”

Knows how to sew, patches up his clothes all the time, stitching his initials into the tags.

What can he say? He likes to keep his stuff to himself (plus with all of the stuff that Soap steals, if he doesn’t put a label on ‘em, they’ll be right in the lost and found)

Bit his nails pretty far down to the point where they hurt, so he tried out different nail polishes to keep himself from biting. When on the field, if he feels like he needs to bite them, he just sharpie’s them in (it works well enough for the guy)

Is completely content with drinking things right out of the fridge, regardless of who’s home. The milk you got yesterday? He’s just takin’ a quick swing, no worries, no really, it’s fine—just a sip, JUST A SIP—

Soap:

This guy plasters on a smile to cover up his crazy anxiety and intense paranoia; the responsibility he feels for his team, especially his lieutenant, is fucking crazy

He’ll take a bullet for everyone, but he’s more than willing to take whatever is needed for Ghost or Price, knowing they’re a higher rank, therefore sees them as more important. He holds Gaz in the same way, but he can't act the same because he's supposed to see him as equal; yet he would willingly take an RPG for the kid

Loves giving himself and his teammates spa days; face and hair masks, deep conditioning, threading eyebrows

Big on physical affection, but really relishes in the idea that he can do things for the people he cares about instead of hugs if preferred

The guy’s filled with so much love, it’s hard to contain, but he’s really really good at waiting and holding back for those who aren’t as into touching.

Like he knows Price loves hugs, so he’ll take any chance to pat his shoulder or include him in the fun, wrapping an arm around him, engaging him with the rest of the team’s shenanigans

Gaz loves the silly stuff with Soap, so they’ll pretend to make out or make fake moaning sounds, smacking the walls to make it seem like they’re fucking or something just to mess with any poor bystanders on base; adores how much shit he can pull with Gaz, so at the drop of a feather, he’s up and ready to fuck around and find out with the younger Brit. They are responsible for thousands of dollars in property damage.

Quality time with Roach is a big thing for the two of them since Roach seemingly always has something he has to do, and Soap can’t always help him (paperwork and such); just sitting in the same room, making light conversation, or doodling on the scratch paper while his fellow sergeant files papers is enough for him.

He knows Ghost isn’t huge on physical affection, so all of his touches never go past a short, half-embrace; usually landing on things like a clap on the shoulder or punch to the arm. Otherwise, Soap’ll run around doing tasks for him, helping him with the privates for the day, and other mundanities for his lieutenant. If it makes his life easier, Soap would tell him to consider it done before he even starts.

Sometimes wonders how good the team would be without him; if it all came down to it, what would he need to do to make sure that the 141 could manage without his support?

Big overthinker. Spends hours sometimes just cleaning the same knife over and over again, staring off into space, eyes blank as his mind tries to click puzzle pieces together

Thalassophobia

Still calls it a “slumby” instead of a slumber party

“It’s not a slumber party”

“YES IT IS WERE HAVING FUN AND WERE STAYING THE NIGHT IT’S A SLUMBY”

Its an abandoned warehouse in the middle of no where, there’s leaks in the roof, and the ground is damp.

Ghost:

Was a really anxious kid that ended up trying to cover it all up in his teens. Was actually kinda popular in high school; athletic, good-natured, and genuinely tried his best in his courses. There was always something sort of off about him though, he’d sit in class with a faraway look, spacing out, sometimes coming into school with eyebags for days.

Bit people as a kid

Wanted to go to college for computer engineering, but was highly discouraged and ended up getting into the military instead (as well as other reasons)

Still sometimes wonders about working with tech instead of using firearms, but those are just dreams, nothing more. He has a job to do now, it’s useless to think about anything but that.

Trusts every single member of the 141 (eventually Alej and Rudy) with his life. Is absolutely terrible at actually saying it, but would take a tank to the teeth to make sure they all end up alive. He isn’t willing to let them be selfless—he isn’t willing to give anyone up.

Milk drinker

Raw egg eater

Likes almonds, does not like cashews. Has never given a reason why.

Does not care for bugs.

“Why are you screaming, it’s a beetle.”

Doesn’t really get the whole deal about insects because they're usually so easy to take care of, but will remove them once everyone quiets down, taking a little piece of paper and cup, scooping up the little thing, and placing it outside. If someone's got a fear, he respects it and will take care of it, but he does it all with a neutral look on his face.

His main party trick is that he can swallow a cup of jello without blinking.

Just bottoms up, down the hatch, and done

Soap tried to do the same thing once and it ended up with him making a HOUGH sound and the jello, still fully intact, shooting across the room and splatting against the wall

Likes to write down jokes he thinks of on his arm; carries a pen everywhere

On that note, his arm and hands are his notepads. You can easily find random numbers, dates, a few mismatched words, and a small grocery list all on his non-dominant hand

Feels like he can’t ever get married or have kids because he’s so afraid of what happened to his parents will happen to him, and he never wants to do that to anyone, especially someone he loves

Still struggles with a lot of self-worth, denying the idea of a family or a stable future. It’s easier to not think about the future when you aren’t sure if you’re going to make it through the next mission

Is Normal British Guy #81 in his civvies, unless with the 141. He’ll wear a scarf or a mask for hunting or for winter, but he genuinely doesn’t wear shit during normal hours. If he's with one of his teammates, he'll wear a face mask of any sort.

One time, Soap was down south to pick up a specific brand of coffee he likes (yes, he’s particular), and Simon, who was getting some last-minute groceries, just stared at him for a good nineteen seconds before walking to the back of the store.

Soap didn’t know it was him.

... and he never will because Ghost’ll never tell him

Nosey nelly, this one.

Knows everyone’s info, for some reason.

He knows your address, and your social security number, oh, tell your mom “happy birthday.”

The team’s gotten used to it because he’s gotten better, but they all know that he’s seen their files.

it's all precautionary, doesn't intend for it to be creepy

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #soap mactavish #call of duty #mwf2 headcanons #headcanon #cod headcanons #yes these all apply to Reap What You Sow #rwys ff #rwys #rwys soap #rwys price #rwys ghost #rwys gaz

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qqueenofhades · 2 years ago

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I don’t know if this is just because I’ve curated my feeds to show me this, but I actually have a sliver of hope that we may stay blue because of all the kids who will be voting age in 2024 being FIRED TF UP against all the human rights violations the republicans are passing/want to pass into law and like. I don’t want the kids to save us. They shouldn’t frickin have to. But if republicans keep being such raging assholes, if they can hold onto that anger until 2024… they just frickin might. I’m genuinely terrified what will happen if they DO NOT, but I have seen so many late-teens-early-20s kids getting out and voting in local elections and doing other things* that helps that I really, really hope they bring that energy to the 2024 election even if our choices are “old white guy who is Actually Doing Okay (could be better but not Genuinely Evil)” and “Orange Incoherent Criminal” or “ Literal Fascist Wannabe Dictator that everyone else actually hates”

(Also, do I wish we had a better option than Biden? Sure. But he’s not doing nearly as bad as a lot of people INCLUDING DEMS want us to believe. Like no maybe he’s not MANY things, but what he is doing is pretty darn good and big and it’s not actual genocide so like. Can we all suck it up ONE MORE TIME PLEASE???)

(*the biggest energy I saw was with the Tennessee Three and I’m like PLEASE BRING THAT ENERGY TO THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION I AM BEGGING YOU)

I mean... like I keep saying, the Republicans aren't trying so hard to outlaw voting because they truly think their policies are popular and people legitimately want to vote for them. They have lost the popular vote in every presidential election except one (2004) since the start of this century, and yet in that time, we have still had 12 years of GOP presidents, because the Electoral College sucks anti-democratic donkey dick so hard.

Likewise, yes: if we get our act together and vote in equal or higher numbers than 2020 and 2022, we will probably-to-definitely win. A turnout of just 27% of Gen Z voters stopped the Red Wave in 2022, so if yknow, a few more of them would do so in 2024, that would be nice. Republican policies are toxically unpopular with young people, but these are often also those most susceptible to "evil Democrats/both sides bad" anti-voting propaganda, so it's not always clear how this adds up to extra points for Team Blue.

Anyway, at this point, it's still too early to know what the hell will happen between now and November 2024, how Felonies Georg's charges numbering possibly in the literal hundreds will affect the race, or any of that. As ever, however, we do know that the crazies WILL vote en masse, like they always do, and it is up to us to do our part.

#dream-thieves #ask #politics for ts

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bodybeyondstories · 9 months ago

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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.

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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.

#male tf #Gifted

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evansbuck-ley · 4 months ago

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Tell me your wildest theory for tomorrow's episode!

omg so glad you asked bc I’ve got a few

so my main one is that tommy actually has nothing to do with the main emergency bc my guy is at home passed tf out after getting home from a 48 hour shift like an hour before shit hits the fan and doesn’t find out about what’s happened until several hours later after being woken up by buck showing up to his house absolutely bewildered and about a thousand missed calls and text messages

brad somehow convinces both bobby AND athena to get into a throuple ??? idk how but it works and bobby just spends the whole time confused how he let this man have so much power over him (and this is how we get to keep brad for the rest of the season)

gerrard comes back at the end of the episode and he has amnesia after hitting his head and suddenly he’s nice to everyone and tries to start a weird father/son thing with buck who is not here for it bc bobby is his fire dad (which could lead to the golfing pic that we saw)

this one isn’t wild but I just really hope for it to happen - but when everyone is safe and sound and the firefam are having a post “one of us nearly died again” bbq, hen notices eddie just stood by himself in the corner, riddled with anxious energy, so she goes over to him and they have a heart to heart about chris and just talk out his feelings (pls just give me more of this dynamic or just more of eddie reaching out to people other than buck)

#I probs have more but my lizard brain isn’t working and I’m too tired to think of anymore #but if you wanna keep talking theories and head canons I’m here for it!!!!!#love a good old yap and speculation #911 spec #911 #idk how to tag this properly #and frankly idc #do-androids-dream-ao3acc

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 1 year ago

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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-)….

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt louisiana #wttt florida #wttt california #wttsh louisiana #wttsh florida #wttsh california #LOUI USES HE/THEY PRONOUNS I REPEAT LOUI USES HE/THEY PRONOUNS-/silly

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aeolianblues · 27 days ago

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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.

#Personal #To delete? I probably shouldn't be this personal on a public platform.#This is really meant for a blogger.com blog no one reads #Posts written for me as thinking space

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scullysstrapblog · 1 month ago

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Warning, talks of blood, hallucinations, medical treatments, vomit, needles, and hospitals!

Read at your own risk!

Well friends, today was an awful day. I woke up at about 2 am, unable to breathe. I managed to last until 7 am before begging my dad to call 911.

So turns out, I have a chest cold, which caused my asthma to flare up. And because I already couldn't breathe, my asthma just made it nearly impossible to do anything but get short sputtering breaths. Add my anxiety on top of that, and I get visual and auditory hallucinations.

So we're in the ambulance and what happens? My heart rate spikes, My oxygen level tanks, and I essentially end up with a very kind emt breathing for me, yay! According to him, that's the weirdest way of dying he's ever seen.

We get to the hospital, (and important note, I live in a semi rural area, so it took us a bit to get to the hospital.) and I get signed in by my dad, they take me in to ask the triage questions, and for some reason, I felt like if I kept talking about things that didn't pertain to my situation, the creepy witch doctors, that were telling me that I was gonna die, would stay away. (Hallucinations, gotta love 'em.)

So then we get to the portion where they take my blood, (another important note, I was puking blood and mucus.) so the take as much blood as they can without killing me, I think they ran 20 different tests, and did blood cultures. I even got a covid test. (negative, woo hoo!) Because of the hallucinations and my anxiety, I was 90% sure hospitals employ vampires to taste your blood and tell the doctor what's wrong with you. The young person taking my blood thought that was hilarious and spent ten minutes assuring me that they didn't.

Finally they take me to my room, now my right elbow and hand have been poked and prodded, but they start an IV and I get my left elbow poked, from the marks I can see, three times. I HATE seeing my own blood so the feeling of the needle was not great.

So I end up getting meds to chill out, since at some point the witch doctors came back, along with, oxygen, prednisone, and three albuterol treatments. At some point, I passed tf out, I had not gotten restful sleep in 48 hours, I just zonked the second I could breathe.

They did a chest x-ray and made me swallow a camera, and they found that I have pus in my lungs. (woooooo, so great.) So I got a nice dose of meds to wash as much of it out as possible, but w as told I will be coughing it up over the next week.

At 1 pm I get discharged and leave with some nice prescriptions and a note to see a primary care physician in a week. Now, I was still shaky, all night last night I had used my rescue inhaler WAY too many times, plus the steroids always make me shake. I get some nice grippy socks since I left my house in just pajamas, no socks, no shoes, and my dad and I Uber back home.

At home I call my Walmart's pharmacy and both prescriptions came out to $19.31, which was incredible. I waited until they'd be back from lunch and went to the store, there I talked to my bosses and informed them of what happened. One of my bosses is my cousin, so she was extra worried.

But then, I saw her. (If you're keeping up with my other posts, then you know who.) And I told her what happened, and she said, "No! I'm supposed to die first!" Which made me laugh, which made me wheeze and cough, which made me nearly faint.

All this to say, I'm back home now, I spent the day sleeping and cuddling with my pupper, and taking breathing treatments. Now I'm gonna shower and make tacos since I just realized I haven't eaten since Thursday.

On top of all of that, I will have a compromised immune system for about a month. I'll be on light duty, hopefully, for about a week. So work shouldn't be too hard. If I'm lucky, they may even just let me stay up at the service desk all week. But, I am gonna have to take my nebulizer and meds with me to work, since if I don't take them exactly every seven hours, I could end up with serious complications.

The prednisone alone is bad enough with all of the negative side effects it has. Usually you get a two or three day dose. I've got a five day, three pills a day, dose. It's not my first time taking prednisone, but I will say, it's my least favorite medication I've ever taken.

Oh! And I just remembered that at some point, someone tested my blood sugar and I didn't cry! Well, I was already crying, but I didn't cry at the sudden shock of the lancet! (I accidentally poked myself with a lancet when I was little, so now it's just a knee jerk reaction for me to cry when I have my blood sugar tested.)

^ my asthma and anxiety rn knowing I'm thousands of dollars in debt JUST for the ambulance ride alone. I'm not even gonna think about what the meds, endoscope, and x-rays cost. Much less a room, the blood tests, and everything else.

#not fandom #real life #im sick #hospitals #tw: blood #tw: vomit #tw: needles #tw: hallucinations #tw: medical treatment #asthma #chest cold #anxiety #panic disorder #older women <3

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Yuji Rescue

ok. so. before i pass tf out, i decided to post a lil scene for you guys!!! i let @ghost-1-y pick lol SO here's part of Yuji's rescue! @peachdues you can pick the next snipped once i have more scenes fleshed out aaahhhhh

Note: Rye is the name of Nanami's dragon, Takara is the name of Reader's dragon

“Kento, I don’t think there’s anyone here.” You glanced over at your friend then, though his gaze was still locked on the torched landscape beneath you. “We’re too late. They got away, we need to move on.”

The blonde was silent for a few moments longer, guiding Rye to circle around the remnants of the village once again. He seemed even more focused than usual, his brows pinched as he scanned the scorched settlement. “I’m going down to check it out. I feel like we’d be missing something if we left now.” Without giving you a moment to argue or ask what he meant, he took off down towards the ground, Rye’s wings tucked against her sides to speed her descent.

“Kento—!” you exclaimed, urging Takara to follow after the pair, once your brain had caught up to what was happening. With Takara’s size and speed, you landed less than a second after your friend, about fifteen feet of space between you. “Why did we land?” you asked, dismounting Takara once she had settled enough for you to do so safely.

Kento dismounted Rye easily, one of his hands coming up to rest on her neck as he looked over at you. “I think there’s something here that we need to find.”

“Like what?” you frowned, casting your gaze around you. There was very little that was still actively burning, but there were patches here and there that were smoldering, and the air was thick with smoke. “There’s nothing here that’s still alive, and anything of value was likely looted before we arrived.”

“I don’t know what,” he replied tersely. “But I would appreciate it if you could humor me, just this once.”

You turned back to him, taking in his expression: his face was tinged with frustration at your questioning, but the rest of his body language pointed towards worry and uneasiness. Your brows furrowed a bit more, but you slowly nodded. “Sure, Kento. Should we split up and look around?”

“That would be quickest, yes,” your friend agreed, and you could see a bit of the tension in his shoulders bleed out at your words.

You nodded, turning away from him and walking towards what appeared to have been a collection of buildings, though what those buildings were you could only guess; everything looked the same now that it had all burned down. Your steps were careful, and you picked up and moved what pieces of debris you could without burning yourself, making every effort to find anything that could have wound up buried in the wreckage of the village.

Just as you were about to give up, to urge your friend to move on once again, something caught your eye; a small flash of pale pink in the middle of all the black, though it was covered in smoke again immediately when the wind changed directions. But you had seen it, and whatever it was, you needed to get to it right away; maybe this is what Kento had been talking about.

Your pace was hurried, and you nearly tripped several times, but eventually you reached the place where you’d seen the pink spot. Now up close, it looked like hair, and your heart began to hammer against your rib cage. Is this a person? you thought frantically, looking for something to grab, some debris small enough for you to move on your own, but you quickly realized it was pointless. A sharp whistle to summon Takara came from your lips, then a call to your friend.

“Kento!”

“What did you find?” the blonde called back, already making his way over to you.

“I’m not sure, but it looks like a person. They don’t look burned, we need to get them out.”

Though you weren’t looking at him, you could hear how his pace quickened across the ground, your words having had the desired effect. Within moments, your friend and both of your respective dragons were at your side as you tried to figure out the best way to pull this person from the rubble.

“If you and Rye can take care of those pieces,” you said, gesturing at a few slightly smaller pieces of charred wood – what had likely been the walls of whatever building this used to be – “I’ll have Takara take care of the beam, and then I can go in and pull them out. I’m the smallest, it’ll be easiest for me to fit,” you added, when the blonde seemed to want to argue.

He frowned for a moment, not overly fond of the idea of you being the one to put yourself in a potentially dangerous situation, but he also knew there wasn’t any time to waste if the two of you were going to help this person. After a beat, he nodded, making his way to the debris he and his dragon would be responsible for lifting, while your own dragon sank her teeth into the pillar that had the person pinned.

On your count, all three of them pulled the debris out of the way as much as they could, and as soon as there was a space big enough, you dropped to your knees, getting in close and grabbing the person’s shirt and pulling.

“Shit, Kento, it’s a kid,” you told him, the realization hitting you when the person was much easier to pull out of the wreckage than expected, the small form and round face of a little boy greeting you when you’d gotten a safe distance from the rubble.

The blonde swore under his breath, dropping the rubble as soon as you were clear and rounding on you, dropping to his knees to look the kid over. He didn’t seem to be hurt too badly – just a few little cuts on his face – which was good, but there was no telling what kind of internal injuries he might have sustained during the siege.

“We need to get him back to Shoko.” The woman was the best healer your settlement had seen in generations, her knack for knowing what was hurting someone and how to fix it bordering on magical; if anyone could help this boy, it would be her.

Nanami nodded in agreement. “We should try to wake him first,” he murmured. “The last thing any of us needs is for him to wake up while we’re in the air, panic, and start free falling.”

“Fair point,” you sighed, then began to shake the boy lightly. “Come on, bud, wake up for us,” you murmured, feeling a little foolish; you didn’t have much experience with children, and you didn’t even know if this boy could hear you, but you tried your best to come across as soothing.

Thankfully, the sounds of voices seemed to be enough to wake the boy, and his eyes slowly fluttered open. The sight of two unfamiliar faces hovering so close to him seemed to spook him, though, and he pushed away from you, staggering a couple steps away as he stared between you and Nanami. “Wh-who are you?” he stammered, clearly trying to put on a brave face.

You held your hands up placatingly, not wanting to spook the boy any further as you introduced yourself. “And this is my friend, Nanami,” you added gently. “Can you tell us your name?”

The boy hesitated, as if unsure whether he should share that information with people he just met, but eventually he seemed to decide it was okay. “Yuji,” he said, though his voice was so soft you had to ask him to repeat himself. “My name is Yuji.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Yuji,” Nanami told the boy gently. “It looks like you have some cuts on your face, but are you hurt anywhere else? We have a friend who can patch you up, good as new, we just need to know where you’re hurt so we can tell her.”

At the blonde’s words, Yuji’s little hands came up to touch his face, and he winced a bit when his fingers touched the worst of the scrapes on his face, one under each eye. He dropped his hands then, looking down at himself, seemingly taking stock of his body before he answered the question. “My head hurts,” he said eventually, “and right here.” He placed his little hands over his rib cage, a grimace tugging at his lips at the feeling.

“Does it hurt to breathe?” you asked, hoping for the kid’s sake he didn’t have any broken ribs; you knew from experience they were a bitch to recover from.

Yuji frowned and shook his head, lifting his gaze back to yours. “No. Hurts like…to touch it. Hurts like I fell down.” He was clearly struggling to describe the feeling, but even his vague attempt was enough. If none of his ribs were broken, that was really what was most important at the moment.

“Our friend will help with that,” you promised, trying to offer the boy a reassuring smile, though you were unsure of its effectiveness.

The boy was looking around now, having apparently noticed the landscape around him. His expression was almost entirely blank, which was surprising to you, but you chalked it up to either him being in shock, or not knowing what any of this meant.

“Anything else hurting you?”

Ignoring your question, Yuji’s gaze slowly returned to the pair of you, darting back and forth between you as he spoke. “Everybody’s dead, aren’t they?”

The words hit you hard in the chest like a stone, the weight of them sinking into your gut and leaving you feeling heavy. You shared a glance with Kento, not sure how to respond to the boy. He was right, of course, everyone else here had died, but how could explain the magnitude of that to a child?

“Yes,” Nanami said after a moment, turning back to meet Yuji’s big brown eyes. “I’m very sorry, Yuji. We didn’t find anybody else here but you.”

At first, all Yuji did was nod, but after a few seconds the words really seemed to click in his brain, and tears filled his eyes in less time than it took him to blink. He wiped the tears away as quickly as he was able, but they fell so fast he just couldn’t keep up, and they began dripping down his chin, some landing on his shirt, others landing in the ashes by his bare feet. “I want to go home,” he sobbed, the words so soft and sad you felt your heart shatter in your chest.

“I know, Yuji,” your friend said softly, and with a tenderness you’d never seen from him before, he reached out for the boy, gently pulling him closer. “We’re going to take you with us, okay? You’ll have a new home.”

The boy didn’t protest as Nanami pulled him close, even going so far as to bury his face in the man’s chest as he continued to cry. “Okay,” he whispered after a few moments. “Thank you, Nanami-san.”

The two of you shared a look, expressions serious, and after a moment, you gestured to indicate that the two of you – well, three, now – needed to get going and head back home. Yuji needed to see Shoko, and you and Kento needed to speak with Satoru, Suguru, and the higher ups to determine a course of action.

“Yuji,” Nanami spoke, voice gentle as he tried to get the boy’s attention. “We need to leave now. Are you ready to ride with us?” he asked, once wide, red-rimmed eyes were looking up at him again.

Yuji considered for a moment, sniffling softly and rubbing his eyes again. After a few moments, he nodded slightly. “I want to ride with you,” he said, turning his head to look at Rye, who was hovering just behind the blonde man. “Your dragon looks nicer.”

The words caused a slight smile to tug at the blonde’s lips. “Yeah, I think she’s pretty nice. How about you say hi before we take off?”

As Nanami introduced the little boy to his dragon, you took the opportunity to stand upright once again, dusting the ash from the knees of your pants before making your way over to Takara. You stroked her nose lightly for a moment, smiling as the touch caused her to settle down low enough for you to mount her, just like you had intended. With practiced ease, you swung up onto her back, settling comfortably into the saddle as you watched Kento get Yuji settled on Rye with him. The sight of the little boy seated in front of your friend, his little hands gripping onto the leather loops the older man had indicated, his face covered in soot and visible tear tracks, made your chest tighten; he was too young to have lived through something like this. You could only hope he would be able to find a good home in the settlement, with a family who would love him the way he deserved.

“Ready?” Kento called over to you, once he was confident Yuji was secure.

“Ready,” you called back. Grabbing the handles attached to the saddle, you pulled upwards, encouraging Takara back to her feet. With a quiet command of tobu, the two of you were in the air again, the dragon setting a course for home without need for further instruction. Kento and Yuji were only seconds behind you, and as you glanced over at them, you were thankful that the settlement wasn’t too far.

“Don’t worry, Yuji,” you heard Kento say to the boy, leaning down to be a bit closer to him so he could hear his words clearly. “We’ll get to our settlement soon enough, then we’ll take you to the healer, and you can get some rest.”

#dragon rider au #this is not the full scene btw!!! just what i was comfortable sharing lol #also this is not proofread so sorry for any mistakes kfhgkjd #also also this is like. Very Much subject to change bc all the scenes i'm writing have so far been super out of order sooooo. yeah.#snippets

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