#now i just gotta come up with other stuff to entertain myself with

[altr-4766]

ALTR 4766 Archive - Log Entry #7

Semi-regular testing has begun to be put in place, with consideration to 4766's recovery from their weakened state. Two tests were successfully performed recently - one in regards to temperature tolerance, another to test possible limits of the subject's ability to shapeshift.

4766 was able to withstand extreme high temperatures, maxing out at a level of 500 Celsius before expressing discomfort. His tolerance for cold was slightly lower, with a level of -300 Celsius recorded before the subject requested to halt the test. The subject herself stated that they disliked the cold, even going as far as to admit that it caused them physical pain if he was to be kept in such an environment for an extended period of time.

The shapeshifting test was much more to the subject's liking. It was discovered very quickly that 4766 is not limited to human based forms - she was able to transform from a typical house cat, to a Harris Hawk, to an unidentified lizard-esque creature in quick succession. When asked why they had not changed to an animal previously, he simply stated that it was 'a lot easier to talk as a human'.

As part of the previously discussed rewards based system, 4766 was also allowed brief interaction with ALTR 122139 and ALTR 28669. The meeting was a very positive one, and all three expressed delight in being able to finally properly communicate with one another.

Since the subject's overall emotional state has clearly improved, a second interview will be attempted in order to continue to learn more about ALTR 4766. Researcher Rodriguez has volunteered for the task, despite the outcome of the previous attempt, and she has also requested to document the interview alone, which has been approved.

- Researcher R. Spencer

[chocodile]

Are there ghosts in your amaranthine world..? Or ancient sailor’s curses?

I may be interested in inventing a character… is that allowed? I’m not much of an artist but I could write something for you!

"Ghosts? How absurd! An educated wizard like myself would never entertain such superstitious nonsense!"

(...Now, if you'll excuse him, he's gotta go research ancient eldritch powers hidden beneath the earth's surface and finish working on a potion made out of his unicorn buddy's magical blood. You know, reasonable, scientifically grounded stuff like that!)

So, to answer your question: Real ghosts = not canon, curses = yes canon, and could resemble a haunting. More explanation of how that would work under the cut:

You can attach enchantments to objects, so there would be nothing stopping you from attaching a baneful curse to something instead. A lasting enchantment generally requires a power source or some kind of upkeep to keep it "charged"... ones worn by a living creature can draw upon the body's own magical energy field... but can also be powered by the "background radiation" present in unusually magically charged environments. There are absolutely "cursed" forests where travelers suddenly find all the food in their rucksack spoiling overnight, areas of ocean where compasses stop working and the wind won't blow, that sort of thing.

So, you could also have a magically charged area that was "haunted" and caused visitors' minds to start playing tricks on them, perceiving illusions, hearing murmurs and clips of nonsense speech, experiencing objects falling over/moving on their own, etc. Any naturally generated "haunted" location would be pretty basic in its illusions, though. Something with more structure (recognizable figures, coherent speech) would have to be an enchantment engineered by a wizard on purpose, and would take quite a lot of skill.

Non-wizards often refer to locations with unsettling or dangerous enchantments as cursed or haunted, though wizards who understand the underlying magical mechanics behind those phenomenons might roll their eyes at that framing, insisting it's no different than when the town healer enchants a necklace to ward off sickness--just undirected and on a larger scale.

ALSO to answer your other question: You are absolutely welcome and encouraged to invent a character if you are so inclined! I would love to see what you come up with!

[babyleostuff]

okay idk how to explain this well but i was thinking about how some members still live together, i was thinking abt mingyu & wonwoo in particular since they do and wonwoo said when he asks mg to make ramen for him at home he makes it while grumbling, so i was wondering if u could write something a little silly like reader & mg are secretly dating cuz it's still very early but also the secrecy is a little fun but mg has had to hide u in various awkward stuffy places of their apartment cuz ww tends to come home early with no warning but this time ww wants ramen so now mg has a reason to grumble over it making it, ww def almost finds u & then he insists on eating it in the living space so u gotta stay hidden uncomfortably even longer but in the end mg promises to make it up to u

ramen | kim mingyu

summary | you had to hide from Wonwoo, who demanded ramen from Mingyu for the hundredth time

genre | fluff

word count | 1k

author's note | this is such a cute request! hope you enjoy this one <3

“Did I just hear the door open?” you whisper-yelled at your boyfriend, smacking him with a kitchen towel. He let out a grunt and massaged his arm where you hit him.

“What? That can’t be possible,” he frantically looked around himself, knocking down a wooden spoon and a saucepan in the process. You cringed at the loud noise caused by your clumsy Mingyu, wishing you could evaporate from the room. 

For a second, you froze like statues looking at each other with big eyes and panicked expressions. The door opening could only mean one thing - Wonwoo coming home. 

You let out a quiet shriek and hit him once again, only harder. He swore his roommate was supposed to come home a lot later that night.

And now you’d have to hide. Again. 

“You’ve got to hide!” Mingyu yelped in a hushed tone, pushing you out of the kitchen while clutching a skimmer in one hand and a pack of ramen in the other.

“You don’t say, genius,” you rolled your eyes, trying to locate the nearest hiding spot you could occupy for the next few minutes. 

Hearing footsteps quickly nearing the kitchen, Mingyu pushed you harder in the direction of the living room. You looked around to scold him for treating you so harshly, but instead, you almost laughed out loud at his expression. 

His pupils were dilated and he looked as if he was about to cry, while his mouth was in a slight pout. He looked like a small kid that just broke something expensive and now has to hide it from his parents. 

Not knowing what else to do, you quickly rolled under their armchair, making sure that nothing was sticking out. Mingyu tore the blanket off the couch and covered the chair so you couldn't be seen. 

“That doesn’t look suspicious at all,” you hissed from under the chair, annoyed that you didn’t just run to his room when you had the chance. 

“Sorry, baby. I’m sure he’ll be gone in a second,” he said.

Re-entering the kitchen, Mingyu was greeted by the sight of no other than Wonwoo. 

“Did I hear you talking to someone?” he asked while taking a seat at their kitchen table. 

Mingyu gulped nervously, trying to hide it with a giggle that sounded more than forced. He was never good at keeping secrets from others and especially not from his dormmmate. Wonwoo was also very hard to deceive, so he usually knew when Mingyu was up to something.

“No, I was just talking to myself. I have to keep myself entertained, you know,” he laughed and put away the stuff that he was still clutching in his hands. 

“Oh, you’re making ramen?” Wonwoo gasped. 

“Yeah, I was about to,” Mingy said slowly, knowing exactly where this was going. He knew that Wonwoo loved his ramen. 

“Great, then you can make some for me too,” he said, making Mingyu grunt in annoyance. 

“Can’t you make your own food for once?” 

“But you were about to cook it anyway, so why not add some more for me?” he asked, not bothered by the younger's annoyance. Mingyu always grumbled and huffed under his breath every time Wonwoo asked him to cook anything for him. 

“Okay. I’ll get it to your room when it’s ready,” he said and opened the cabinet, looking for another package of ramen. 

“I think I’ll eat in the living room tonight.” 

“What?!” Mingyu yelled out in surprise, simultaneously dropping a packet of flour on his head. The white powder splattered all over the countertop, most of it landing on Mingyu's head and his shirt.

Used to his clumsiness, Wonwoo only snickered under his breath and shook his head. Mingyu observed him, as he slowly made his way into the living room, praying that you had managed to escape from under the armchair.

As soon as his dormmate left the kitchen, he quickly made his way to his room located at the end of the corridor. He quietly opened the door not to bring Wonwoo’s attention and closed it behind him without making any noise. 

“Baby? Are you hear?” he whispered into the darkness. 

“Yes, I’m here you dumbass,” you whispered back, putting your arms in front of you so as not to bump into him. He swiftly turned on the light, making you squeal in surprise. 

“What happened to you?” you laughed, taking in his head covered in the white powder. “I know you wanted to distract Wonwoo, but I think this is a bit too much,” you said and dusted off some of the flour from his cheeks and nose. 

“You look cute though,” you smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

You could feel him smile as well, his nose nuzzling yours. You both giggled under your breath, especially when Mingyu wiped his forehead against yours, leaving it full of flour. 

“Now you’re cute too,” he giggled and shook his head, dusting more flour off and covering your head with it as well. 

You looked up at him and took his powdered face into your hands, placing another kiss on his lips. As he placed his hand on your hip and the other on your neck to deepen the kiss, you came up with a great idea.

"What would you say about a shower, honey? We'd take it later anyways, so..." you dragged out the last vowels, making Mingyu smirk into your neck, where he was currently placing teasing kisses.

"Who am I to deny you," he said, making you clap your hands with excitement.

The only thing you haven't thought of was that flour and water are not the best combination. It's safe to say that your shower took a very long time.

[nowoyas]

I don't think we can put this in the sports column (NSFW) - karasuno/reader

m.list - read on ao3

A/N: wrote this months ago. didn't edit it for ages bc I thought it would suck to edit. it didn't suck to edit it fucking rocked and I'm never questioning myself again hell yeah

Summary: You infiltrate Karasuno's volleyball club for the university paper and take to bed a few of the rumors you've heard.

Warnings: smut, orgy/gangbang, oral sex, fingering, handjobs, double penetration, spitroasting, creampies, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, uhhhhh marking, exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism, overstimulation, light dom/sub stuff (submissive reader), uhhhhhh there's. there's a lot going on here guys. I wasn't fucking around when I said karasuno gangbang.

Word count: ~7000

It’s the night before your first game since you started this little investigation, and you are pressed flat against the wall outside the gym, a hand firm against your mouth in a desperate attempt to not make a noise.

There’d been rumors, sure. And yeah, you were here to investigate those rumors.

Karasuno is such a good team. They’ve gotta be doing some crazy shit to be that close and play that well, though.

That had been the… family-friendly version of the rumors. The more salacious of them had gone into detail you’d blushed too hard to repeat—images of working out issues with clothes off and loud gasps and—

Okay, chill. You’re a journalist. This is nothing.

(Okay, you’re a journalism major, technically speaking. But you need to get used to these things. It’s not like you’ve never had sex before.)

You had enmeshed yourself in the Karasuno University volleyball team after picking up the scent of those rumors about a month ago. Most of the rumors, you thought, were too stupid to entertain. It’s not like they were actually partaking in witchcraft to win games. That would be completely stupid. You assumed, honestly, that they had just clicked. Yeah, it didn’t really seem like everyone got along—the freshmen were constantly at each other’s throats, the captain had his hands full reigning in half the team comprised of spitfires, and there was at least one guy who seemed to believe his job on the team was to piss off as many of his teammates as possible. The only ones safe seemed to be the seniors and the girls, of which there were three if you counted yourself.

So far, it had seemed to be that there was no version of the rumor that was true—no, there were no blood sacrifices, yes, they did sometimes sleep, no, there were no crazy orgies in place to encourage team bonding, and no, they did not seem to be some sort of micro-cult. Disappointing for your article though it was, they had welcomed you in with almost no resistance, and you had found nothing out of the ordinary. They were just… normal athletes. Maybe a bit more passionate than most, but… normal.

Except. Except.

Here you are, the night before they have a match, listening to wet squelches and distinct slaps and what is undoubtedly moaning, unable to figure out exactly who the moans are coming from except that there’s definitely more than two people involved in whatever’s happening inside that gym, and fighting back the urge to peek through the cracked door and figure out exactly what the fuck is going on. (Or, uh, who the fuck is getting it on.)

Fuck. Are they seriously… seriously fucking in the gym right now?

There’s the burning shame of having caught them. The absolute mortification of knowing that you’re sitting there listening to them have sex with reckless abandon. You should be uncomfortable, but instead, you catch yourself squeezing your thighs together.

A particularly loud moan catches you off guard, and you jerk your finger from your mouth—when had you started biting it to keep quiet?—and flee while you still have the chance.

(As far as anyone else is concerned, when you’re safe within the confines of your single-person dorm room, there’s no proof to say that you snaked a hand down your pants, still thinking of that brightly-lit gym, of the idea of having been caught listening to them, of being pulled inside and—

There’s no proof.)

~

The day-to-day doesn’t change. You don’t let it. The guys played their match, and they won, and it was great. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t smiling as they won, and your report for the sports column of the university paper was more than glowing. They’re a really fun team to watch, more so now that you know them—even if you’re now taking every effort in your head to not act like a total freak around them.

Honestly, you even think you're doing a pretty good job of it. You pretended not to notice the smell in the gym the morning after The Event—faint though it was, there was undeniably the hint of sex still in the air—you forced down any errant thoughts around them, and you didn't breathe so much as a word to anyone about it. What does it matter if they're having orgies or whatever the night before a game? What does it matter at all?

Luckily, you spend more time talking to the girls than anything—Shimizu and Yachi are becoming fast friends with you, you think out of an eagerness to have another girl around in a large group of guys. They're easier to talk to, too, since you don't recall hearing any particularly feminine moans during The Event. It's possible they have no idea. Possible that they, too, think things are normal. (Or else, they're the source of the orgy rumors, but neither seems much like the type.) They tell you innocuous little things about the team, like that time Hinata and Kageyama were so focused on their little rivalry that they ran clear to the next town before realizing they'd lost the rest of the team, and you get caught up in much-needed girl talk when you go out to eat together. Little debates on birth control, on dating, on whether or not that one psych professor can get it.

By the time the next game rolls around, you've nearly re-assimilated into the concept of a normal life. It’s really not a big deal, anyways—people have sex. It’s normal.

“Well, [name],” Daichi says towards the end of practice one day, about a week before. “You were only going to be here for a few weeks, right? How have you liked it?”

You nod, polite smile decorating your lips. “It’s been really enjoyable! It’s a bit sad that I won’t be around after the next game, honestly. You guys are really fun to be around.”

“Hmm?” Tsukishima says, an eyebrow raised your way. At some point, you seem to have captured the attention of everyone in the room, though you’re not quite sure what you did. You can sense their eyes on you though—a few of the more open guys stare, a few of the more polite ones glance out of the corners of their eyes. You’re stuck in the spotlight as Tsukishima takes a step towards you.

Why does one step suddenly feel so dangerous?

“You know, I’m sure no one here would stop you if you decided to stay.”

Yeah, your blood’s running cold. You get a firm grip on your brain in hopes of not horribly misinterpreting everything that’s going on, but—

“You confirmed the information you were looking for, right? Two weeks ago, hanging around outside the gym before the game.”

Ah.

Your face isn’t sure whether it wants to go pale or erupt in a furious blush. You, for your part, scramble for an answer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t? Are you that dense, or are you lying to us?”

A tiny squeak passes from your throat. “W-what’re you—“

“I was expecting something to show up in the school paper by now, but instead we just got a glowing column about how well we played the next day. Not a word of it. Why is that?”

“Oi, Tsukishima, aren’t you laying it on a bit thick?” one of the others says.

“It’s fine,” he replies, looking down at you as you look down at the floor. “Well, [name]? I’m waiting, Miss Reporter.”

The words burn a path down to your crotch, and you are absolutely not losing here, not now. You’ve just decided that. You meet his eye with a determined look. “I run the sports column, not the gossip column, Tsukishima. It hardly matters to me what you guys are getting up to—“

“You’re blushing, though. And you had to have heard before getting wrapped up in this, right? I’m comfortable speaking for everyone here when I say you can really find out the truth, if you want.”

“H-huh?”

He’s boxed you in, your back hitting the wall. Nowhere to run.

“What do you say? Wanna become an honorary member of the volleyball club?”

A sound sort of reminiscent of a boiling kettle leaves you, and you shove him away before you register it. “P-please give me time to think about it!”

A heavy silence.

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s try not to scare the poor girl, yeah?” Suga says. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “If she wants to, she wants to, and if she doesn’t, she doesn’t. [name], if you wanna go for the day, you can.”

“I, um…”

He nods and guides you towards the door. Before you can properly escape, he leans in close: “if you do decide you want to, come see us after practice Friday night and we’ll initiate you. If not, we’ll respect that, okay?”

Initiate.

Friday night.

You swallow, throat feeling suddenly dry.

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

~

You spend the week caught between a rational panic and another emotion you are not willing to put a name to. Yachi had texted you not long after your escape that night, an apology and a really genuine “no one will be mad if you don’t show Friday”. That was relaxing, just slightly, except the little pang as you realized you actually did want to show. You’ve had a text back drafted to her the past three days, glaring back at you as you agonized over your phone screen:

No problem at all! I just had one question about what this “initiation” would entail. You know, to prepare myself!

You’re pretty sure you’ve deleted and re-drafted the exact same text about fifty times. Normally, you’d text a friend, ask them to help you review what you’re saying to make sure it sounds chill, but who the fuck are you going to tell about this? The implication was clear. Freaked out as you are, you’re not exactly interested in spreading the information, either.

Friday morning is when you actually do get the guts to send it, having spend the week pointedly avoiding everyone, volleyball-related or otherwise. The final draft:

Sorry for being a little AWOL! Had some thinking to do, lol. I just wanted to ask what I can expect if I did show up tonight? You know, so I’m prepared?

She’d responded immediately—not with a text, but with an email and a call, the call coming through less than a minute after you’d gotten a notification of an email from her.

Somehow, your morbid curiosity on what you should know before showing up, if you chose to, turns into an hour-long phone conversation turns into sitting down with an open notebook turns into you reviewing the document she’d emailed you, freshly showered while Yachi goes through your closet.

“You wanna wear something sexy, but kinda cheap. Sometimes they get a bit too excited. After the first time, you don’t really have to participate in this stuff, if you’re busy or just not up for it, but especially for this first time, don’t give them the opportunity to wreck any clothes you care about.”

You nod, make a note on your open notebook, thighs squeezing together impatiently. She emerges from your closet, a bright look on her face as she holds up a miniskirt you’d long since relegated to the very back. “This is a cute skirt! It’s a really strong candidate.”

“Do you think so?” you cringe. “Honestly, I’m worried it might be a bit… y’know, short.”

“[full name].” She gives you a flat look. “You do understand what’s happening tonight, right?”

“…right. I’ll wear the skirt.”

She brightens up in an instant. “Good! Now let me find a matching top…”

When she’s satisfied, your outfit laid out and you almost mentally prepared to actually get dressed for this sort of thing, you expect her to leave the room, but she simply waits.

“Uh, Yachi, I need to…”

“I just thought of something,” she says, face blank. “[name], have you ever been with a girl before?”

Ah.

Your cheeks feel hot. You’ve not exactly tried to hide that you’re bisexual—if nothing else, the bi pride flag on your wall would be indicator enough—but as far as actual experience with girls…

“I’ve… thought really hard about it…? I haven’t really had the opportunity.”

She nods to herself. “Right. Before you get ready, it’ll be easier if I do this now.”

Her lips are on yours before you can fully process it, soft and tasting faintly of pineapple chapstick. She kisses you long and slow, lets you relax into it. When she pulls away, she smiles shyly, like she didn’t just kiss you for the purposes of prepping you for an orgy she’ll be involved in later today. “There. Get that first out of the way before we have to make out in front of the volleyball team.”

She waves on her way out of your bedroom. “Get dressed! I wanna make sure that outfit works for today.”

Right. Get dressed.

Well, if nothing else, you’re definitely sure about being bisexual now.

~

If not for Yachi, you would have backed out a hundred times already. As it is, she keeps a gentle, reassuring hand on your back as the two of you enter the gym, a good few minutes after the usual practice officially ends. They’ve already finished cleaning up everything from the day, the air already seemingly charged even before the part where they notice you’ve actually shown up.

Yachi closes the door behind you with a sweet smile. “We got her!” she cheers by way of greeting.

The eyes that suddenly land on you—all fourteen pairs, including Yachi—seem heavier than usual. Hungry. You can’t help the nerves that threaten to make you tremble at the promise of what’s to come.

But there’s Yachi again, ever-sweet and cute as she wraps an arm around your side.

“Oh, I see that!” Daichi is the first to say. “Glad to see you’ve decided to join us, [name]. Here I thought we’d scared you off for good!”

You giggle nervously. “Well, I just… you know me! Always gotta over-think things.” That’s good. That’s casual. You’re managing an almost-even tone while you talk. Almost like you’re a normal, real human person.

“I know the feeling,” Asahi sighs.

Suga sets down a chair near the center of the gym, eyes watching you in silent interest.

“I’m guessing since you came with her that you’ve been coaching her, Yachi?”

She nods. “She’s had the whole rundown. Knows what to expect and everything.” She unwinds herself from you in preparation for whatever’s to come next. You try not to jump at the sound of the lock on the door clicking shut.

“Good. Good.” Daichi nods. “Come sit, [name]. No sense in putting it off, right?”

You nod slowly, timidly stepping forward. Yachi follows close behind.

“Limits?” Daichi asks firmly. “Loud enough so we all hear you.”

Another laugh from you, shaky with nerves as you perch on the chair Suga set out for you. You rattle them off, having memorized the list in order for this exact moment. Knowing you, you’d forget something otherwise, and you nearly do.

“Got it. And Yachi told you about the stoplight system?”

 “She didn’t really need to,” you admit, a bit quieter. “I’ve got it.”

“Good. Shimizu, Yachi, if you’d get her ready? Ladies first, and all.”

Wordlessly, they descend on you. You were expecting… you don’t know. Not the sudden press of lips, familiar from an hour or two prior, against your own, or Shimizu’s arms so quick to drape over your shoulders from behind. You press your lips back against Yachi’s insistently, perhaps a bit excited, perhaps just trying to get yourself into the right headspace before you think too hard about the twelve guys currently watching you be sandwiched between the girls or Shimizu’s delicate fingers unbuttoning your top.

Your head spins with it already—Shimizu’s perfume, Yachi’s chapstick. Shimizu’s hand pushing your hair out of the way, her lips attaching to your neck gently. “You didn’t mention anything about marks in your limits,” she mumbles against your skin as a little whine escapes you. “Can we take that to mean it’s okay to mark you, or should I be careful?”

Yachi pulls away a bit, and you chase her lips. She pushes you back with a giggle. “She asked you a question.”

“Oh. Right.” You blink owlishly as you play back the question in your head. “Uh, yeah. I mean—it’s—it’s fine.”

“Are you sure? A few of the guys are not going to let up if they know that.”

Despite the exhibitionist dream going on right now, you don’t quite have the strength to admit that you quite enjoy the marks, actually, so instead: “I’m sure.”

“Alright.” Then, both pairs of lips are back—suckling your neck, kissing you until you’re out of breath. There’s no hurry, none at all, and you barely notice when your top is discarded completely, barely even notice the chatter of the guys bickering—when you strain, you just barely figure out that they’re deciding something about who gets a turn with you when.

You try not to shudder too hard at the thought.

Yachi slides a hand up to your bra and underneath it, rolls a nipple between her fingers. Shimizu follows up, finds your wrist and guides your hand beneath Yachi’s waistband to palm at her heat. “Have you ever…?”

You part from Yachi again, shake your head, eyes half-lidded and head swimming as you look up into the gym lights. “Hadn’t gotten the chance before—before today,” you admit.

She huffs a gentle laugh in your ear. “I’ll teach you, then.”

Her hand slides up your thigh, up your skirt. Yachi crawls into your lap, arms around your neck for stability as Shimizu’s fingers find your cunt, already wet. “It’s not that different from taking care of yourself,” she murmurs as two delicate fingers, too pretty to be where they are right now, stroke your slit. “Follow my lead, okay?”

You nod, whining when her fingers find your clit.

She teaches you in gentle, fluttery strokes. You lose track of it all quickly—your fingers buried in Yachi, thumb dancing over her clit as she leans over your shoulder to kiss Shimizu. You find it’s not that hard to adjust, and with every breathy gasp you draw from Yachi, you’re well rewarded by the slender fingers pumping into your cunt.

Needy and slipping into the mythical subspace you’ve only had the pleasure of reading about, you lean forward to plant your lips on Yachi’s neck. “No marks,” she sighs to you. You whine and move on, not letting yourself linger long enough to mark her skin. Seeming pleased with your listening, Shimizu slides a third finger inside you, stretches you out carefully.

“You’ll thank me later.”

She works you up so easily. Is it because you’re pressed between two pretty girls? Is it the ravenous eyes raking over this scene? Or—

Her hand retreats too soon, just as your hips had begun to really move with the friction, and you whine.

“I promise you’ll get there. Just hold on for now, okay?”

You nod, pouting at having been edged, and focus on the way Yachi writhes on your lap.

She’s close, too, you realize.

“So pretty,” you whisper in awe at the look on her face: eyes closed, head tilted back, lips parted just slightly. “You’re so pretty.”

Ah. Clearly she likes the praise, because she flutters around you. You work her more urgently, the wet squelches from your fingers buried in her joining the hushed moans and sighs of the team watching. When she cums, it’s a soft, quiet moan that you could honestly get used to hearing. Her walls flutter ceaselessly around your fingers as she leans down and kisses you again, and you’re sure not to stop until she slumps a little, though, truth be told, your wrist is already sore.

When she climbs off your lap, legs a bit shaky and a sweet, dopey smile on her face, she backs away, exiting the fray entirely. You nod in understanding. The goal, as she’d made very clear, is to make everyone cum at least once, and she’s gotten her fill. Shimizu takes your chin in her hand, tilts your face so she can kiss you, too. After a moment, you pull back. “Um—can I… my wrist… I don’t think I can…”

God, you’re already stupid. By the time you’ve gotten to everyone, you’re gonna be completely brainless, aren’t you?

She nods, helps you out of the chair only to sit you on your knees in front of her, having taken her place. She’s sweet and perfect on your tongue when you eat her out, paying careful, deliberate attention to her clit, and she instructs you in a low tone as she pets your head. It’s a blessing to be between her thighs, a blessing for her to be the first girl you’ve ever eaten out, a blessing to be allowed to draw a quiet moan from her when at last she cums on your tongue.

“Good,” she murmurs to you with a smile when you pull away, cheeks and chin wet with her slick. “I think you’re ready for us to pass you off. Will you be good for them, too?”

You nod, smiling dreamily. She looks over your shoulder and nods before standing and straightening herself out.

Three of your loyal watchers step forward. Seems like the seniors get you next.

~

You sit nervously, wait for… orders? Guidance? Anything?

You feel like you’re being circled by sharks, honestly. One of said sharks laughs, angelic, and you yelp when Suga’s hands come to rest on your waist. When had he joined you on the floor?

“You’re already tense again. Come on, relax a bit, [name].” His thumbs rub soothing circles into your hips. “See, Asahi’s gonna get nervous, too, if you act like that.”

Daichi pushes Asahi forward, a stern look on his face. Suga pushes you forward, too, until you’re nose to Asahi’s crotch and the prominent bulge in his shorts. “Go on. You took such good care of the girls, and it’s our turn now. Go ahead and open for him.”

You let your mouth hang open. You can be obedient. You can be good.

The bulge in Asahi’s shorts jumps a little as he looks down at you. You’re already deep in this, might as well go all-in—you paw at the waistband of his shorts, waiting for his nod of approval. When you receive it, you grab the shorts and his boxers and pull them down in one swift motion, swallowing thickly when you see the size of the thing.

If all the guys on the volleyball team are this hung, you’re going to be very, very sore in the morning.

You close your eyes, lean in. If you just keep your eyes closed, you don’t have to think about the guys watching you with varying levels of interest, don’t have to think about performing. You stroke him at the base, take as much of his cock into your mouth as you can handle. He lets out a soft groan as you begin to bob your head, and again you feel those hands on your hips. You let Suga do whatever it is he’s planning on, which is how you find your legs being spread a bit, your hips lifted just slightly only for someone—Suga, presumably—to slide his head between your thighs.

There’s a huff of a laugh against your pussy, and you try your best to keep up with sucking off Asahi as you’re yanked downwards to rest on his face. Asahi’s hot on your tongue, and Suga’s tongue is hot on you when he finally lathes his tongue over your sex. Your moan comes out muffled, cutting off into a squeak, almost a gag, when Asahi’s hips buck in response.

A murmured apology, a ruffle of your hair. The gentle affection has your heart and your walls fluttering against your will—Suga pulls away to laugh at you. “She liked whatever you just did, Asahi. Just so you know.”

You whine, roll your hips down in hopes of keeping him from saying anything else incriminating. He punishes you with a harsh suck of your clit, and the three of you fall into a nice rhythm—you taking Asahi’s cock as far into your mouth as you can handle, Suga fucking you on his tongue.

“S-so pretty,” Asahi murmurs when you dare a glance up at his face. He’s been watching you work him intently, sighs and groans filling your ears to let you know you’re doing well. You clench around Suga’s tongue at the praise, go back to work as you dip your head deep. When Asahi cums, he’s low and loud, and you greedily drink up the cum that hits the back of your throat. You’re not far behind, thanks to Suga, writhing on top of him as he forces you to stay seated on his face.

Asahi backs away. Suga slides out from underneath you, moves around to your front to kiss you softly. You shudder at the taste of yourself on his lips, shiver when his tongue slips into your mouth. Against your lips, he mumbles: “you could probably use a little rest already. You’re being really good, you know?”

Daichi chuckles darkly. “Oh, come on. She’ll never be done if we keep letting her rest.”

That’s the only warning you get before your skirt is tugged off. You’re left in nothing but a bra as Daichi begins to slide his fingers between your lips. “You’re doing great. Yachi said you were on birth control—I can assure you everyone here is clean, and she also said you’re okay with no condoms, but I want everyone to hear you say it, if that’s true.”

You whimper. You’re too sensitive for this right now, still shaking from your first orgasm of the night, but his fingers won’t stop moving.

“Well? Yes or no? Don’t make me ask you a third time.”

You gasp—his middle finger dips into your hole, just enough to make your hips buck. “P-please, I—I can—no condoms, please,” you nearly sob, hoping in vain that your bowing to his request will get you some respite.

“You’re so mean, Daichi,” Suga tuts.

You let out a sigh of relief when his fingers leave you, but then you’re being bent over and something hot and thick is sliding through your heat.

“S-sensitive,” you whine out.

“I know,” he replies, and then he’s pressing his way inside you, stretching you out, and you’re letting out a loud keen into the gym. He sits inside you a moment, gives you just long enough to adjust to the stretch before he’s moving. “You really worried us, you know. Do you think it’s polite to disappear without a word all week, [name]?”

“N-no, I’m sorry—“

A single harsh thrust. You cry out. Suga, ever-helpful, kneels down in front of you to give you his lap to rest on. Ever-obedient, you reach out and begin to palm the bulge in his shorts. He takes the chance to unclasp your bra as Daichi sets a slow, almost conversational pace.

You pull Suga out of his shorts, rest your head on his thigh. Focus on jerking him off as Daichi’s pace picks up from slow to harsh. “It’s nice of you to apologize. Don’t do it again.”

“I-I won’t—ah—“

The slow, lazy kisses you’ve taken to pressing against Suga’s cock—pretty and long—don’t mesh well with the bruising grip on your hips, the sharp snap of the captain’s cock in your pussy as he fucks you out. You cling desperately to Suga, jerk him off with no real rhythm as you struggle to take the abuse to your still-sensitive cunt.

By the time Suga’s cum shoots in ropes across your cheek, you’re close again, and Daichi isn’t letting up. “You want it inside, pretty girl?”

“Please,” you whine.

“Good girl,” he croons, and that sends you over the edge a second time, too fast—the fluttering of your walls drags him over with you. Suga takes the chance to stroke your hair almost lovingly as you’re filled up with hot cum, and you whimper as Daichi pulls out of you.

Five down. Nine to go.

You think they might kill you before the night’s over.

~

They really don’t let you rest—before you even process the retreat of the seniors, three more have stepped forward, and from the corner of your eye you notice the seniors holding back two guys in particular.

(“Dude, it’s our turn—“

“She can’t handle five at once. We already decided before this that you two get to go after them.”)

Ennoshita’s cock hangs heavy in front of you, and with a whimper, you drag yourself to sit up and take it in your mouth. He laughs softly. “You got used to this quickly. Look at you, you’re a mess.”

You’re not really willing to reply to that. You’re so far past embarrassment—if he’s trying to embarrass you, all you’re getting is a surge of heat low in your stomach all over again, as though your body could possibly handle any more right now.

There’s a nudge at your side, someone’s hand sliding up your arm and bringing you to take another cock in one of your free hands. A glance—Kinoshita is on one side of you, Narita on the other, and you are more than happy to take care of them, lack of coordination be damned.

“Take your time,” Narita says in a low voice. “I get this weird feeling the other two are not going to be very gentle with you when they get a turn.”

You shudder, moan around Ennoshita’s cock at the thought. His hips roll into your mouth, and you shoot him a pleading look. You weren’t particularly trying to send him any hints, but he takes some sort of hint anyway—his hand tangles in your hair, really expertly, actually, and he takes just a little bit of the load off you as he begins to fuck your throat, slow and easy, so you don’t have to keep track of getting off three at once. You relax your jaw, let him work, almost enjoy yourself as you twist your wrists around Kinoshita and Narita’s cocks.

Ennoshita is careful with you. Forceful, sure, but careful. You could gag on him—easily, if that was what he wanted—but he never makes you take him too deeply, simply enjoys the feeling of your mouth, your tongue, the way you’re completely lost in your little initiation. As his pace begins to stutter, you try to bob your head with him, unpermitted by his grip in your hair. You’re fully under now, head caught in a delicious space you’ve never quite experienced. Floating, really.

He pulls you off him firmly. “Color?”

You let out a little half-whine, looking up at him with lidded eyes and a quizzical head tilt as you try to remember what the fuck he’s asking you through the fuzz.

“Mm?”

“Damn, she’s totally lost.”

“Think she’ll be okay? Should we—“

A little panic surges in you, and you jolt forward as you finally process what he’s looking for. “G-green! Green. I’m green.”

He nods. “You’re sure?”

“Mm. Floaty. But green.”

“Good. That’s a good girl. You’re gonna keep being good?”

You reply with a whine, a tug forward in hopes of giving him the message to put his cock back in your mouth right now.

He gets the message.

The two in your hands tumble over the edge first, and you moan as you feel them paint you with their cum. You might like being taken advantage of like this. Ennoshita isn’t too far behind. He spills into your mouth with a groan, untangling fingers from your hair and smoothing it down gently. Before he backs away to let the next guys have their way with you, he leans down, keeps an affectionate hand on top of your head. “Good luck.”

“Mm?”

He backs away without explanation, and before you fully process it, you’re being pushed into a new position on your hands and knees. “Finally,” Noya groans from behind you, hands groping your ass almost reverently. “You’re being so good, it was so hard not to come take you while the others were busy with you.”

A whine. You’re more or less losing your ability to speak, between the soreness building in your jaw and the cotton in your head. Something bumps against your pussy, and you flinch with a whimper.

Tanaka is in front of you, watching your face carefully as Noya’s hands roam your body from behind. “Still good, [name]?”

You nod.

“Good,” he says, and then there’s yet another cock in your mouth. You’re starting to lose count. But, hey, Tanaka’s dick is an effective gag to keep you from getting too loud when Noya slides into you with an obscene squelch.

“There you are,” he groans, grip bruising-tight on your hips. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Tight and sensitive. Noya isn’t particularly thick, but at this angle he’s already pressing against a spot soft and delicious in your cunt. Fuck, he hasn’t even moved yet and you already feel dangerously close.

You rock your hips back against him, desperate even as you take Tanaka’s cock as deep into your mouth as you can manage. You get barely any movement before Noya takes the hint, and then one hand is holding you steady as he snaps his hips, sharp and hard, into you. The other sneaks around, finds your clit with ease and begins to frantically torture it. You cum hard and fast around him, and he lets his head drop backward with a groan, not stopping even as you struggle to hold yourself up and take it.

It’s all so much. So much. So much—

You barely manage to bring a hand up to finish Tanaka in your mouth, desperate to have just one less thing drowning you, and lucky for you, it works—he grits out praises as he spills into your mouth, strokes your hair as you swallow as much of his cum as you can handle.

With your mouth free, Nishinoya pauses just long enough to pull out and flip you onto your back. “Your knees are starting to hurt, right?” he coos, cock throbbing against your entrance again. “But you’re doing so well.”

You whimper. It’s all you still know how to do. He takes in your body, chest heaving and tits shaking from exertion, and slides a hand up your side, pausing to tweak a nipple. Your back arches. “God, you’re perfect. Are your tits always this sensitive, or do you just like being watched?”

“Al-ways,” you moan out, voice broken. His eyes are ravenous as he takes you in, like he doesn’t know where to look.

“Oi, Noya, you’re not the last one that gets her today. Go ahead and fuck her already.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. His arms are shaking as he pins you down by the wrists, shaking as he plunges into you all over again.

Noya is brutal. Dimly, you have the thought that you understand why they held him back as long as possible, though you think it might have made things worse. He leans down, lips against your neck, and groans when you immediately clench around him. “Your neck, too?” he hisses out.

You nod, barely able to catch your breath or un-fuzz your head long enough to talk.

“Fuck,” he breathes, taking the time to suck a few marks into your throat.

“Please,” you whine in reply. That’s all it takes for him to sink his teeth into a soft spot on your neck, and then you’re cumming again with an actual sob as he cums inside you, the second time someone’s cum inside tonight.

Nine… ten? Down. You can’t count anymore. He pulls out of you, lathes his tongue over where he’d bitten you, leaves you laying there to catch your breath.

~

“Need a break?”

You shake your head, not even bothering to check who’s asking you.

A laugh. “You sure? You look a little dead.”

One eye opened lazily. Yamaguchi. “Can take it,” you slur out. You’re utterly boneless. Exhausted, really. But you’ve got… a number more to get through, and fuck it, you’re in way too deep to give up now, and Yamaguchi’s looking kind of delicious, and—

Next thing you know, you’re slumped between him and Tsukki, one in your ass, the other in your cunt, you openly sobbing as Tsukki hisses condescension in your ear, fingers in your mouth to keep it open while they split you in half—

(“How is she even alive right now? I don’t think any of us made it through the whole thing without a real break.”

“We’re keeping her. We have got to keep her.”)

Next thing you know, you’re jerking Kageyama off onto your face, tongue lolling out to catch every drop of cum you can—

(“Genuinely impressive. Are we sure she’s never done this before?”

“Dude, I’m serious, what do we have to do to get her to come every time?”)

Next thing you know, Hinata is thrusting into you at blinding speeds, and you’re cumming again, moans more like broken sobs—

(“I mean, she keeps saying she’s good, and she’s almost through…”

“She’s just having a good time. Probably been dreaming about something like this since before she showed up for her ‘article’.”)

There’s a few expectant looks as you lay there at last, thoroughly fucked out, unable to even think about moving as the TV static in your brain begins to finally fade out.

Holy fuck.

Are you done? That was the last of them, right? You’re done, aren’t you?

“Now, now, [name],” Tsukishima says, and his tone has you whining. That was everyone. You’re done.

“The rule was that you have to make everyone cum before you’re done,” he explains, like you’re five or something.

“D-didn’t… didn’t I…?”

A few slow shakes of the head from a few guys.

“You’re here, too.”

Your blood runs cold.

“Noo,” you whine. “Can’t.”

“You can’t?” Tsukki crouches down beside you. “You’ve made fourteen people cum tonight, and you’re giving up now? What happened to the slut we’ve been watching all night?”

“Can’ttt,” you repeat, new tears already forming. How many times have you cum already?

He sighs. “You’re really not serious about this, are you?”

“No, I am, I-I—“

“Then you can make yourself cum one last time for us to see.”

You whimper, limply bring a hand to rest between your legs. Should’ve brought a damn vibrator.

You work yourself up as fast as you can handle, cup one breast in your off hand to roll your nipple between your fingers. Slide two fingers in and shudder when you find the mix of cum there.

(“It’s just mean making her do it herself after all that.”

“If she can actually cum again after all that, I don’t even know what to say.”)

Technically, you could probably get away with faking it. …probably. But, well…

The little competitive bitch in you wants to prove them wrong, and, hell, you’ve already put on a show for everyone here, right? So you get into it, best you can. Roll your hips weakly against your hand, sigh and whimper at just how much this all is. Rub your clit as fast as your wrist can still handle, actually fucking thrash as you fall over the edge one last time.

~

You blacked out.

That, at least, you can figure out. You’re being held against one of any number of potential muscular bodies, cradled, really. Like you’ll break or something.

“How long do you think she has to be out before we call someone?”

“Don’t,” you groan. “’M alive. Barely.”

Fucking hell, your throat is dry. You open one eye to peek at Suga, who’s already got a water bottle ready for you. It’s Asahi holding you, and he shifts to let you tilt your head back as Suga tips the water bottle into your mouth.

Someone is wiping the worst of the cum off you with a damp rag. You squirm, whine as they clean you up. Drink like you’ve spent the past six months in the desert.

“How’re you feeling?” Yachi asks sweetly. Ah. She’s the one cleaning you up.

“Gooood,” you slur out. “Tired. Sore. Don’t wanna be a good girl for the next twennyfour hours at least.”

She laughs. “You know you could have taken a break, right? You didn’t have to get everyone off in one go.”

You simply groan. In the background, a few of the previously unaccounted-for guys are cleaning up the mess where you’d been laid out on the floor. Someone taps something against your lips. You accept it, mostly out of laziness. Sweet. Crunchy. Chocolate-covered pretzel. You wonder if you can get them to move your jaw for you.

“Do you still want to come back after this, [name]?” Shimizu asks.

You nod. Accept another pretzel. Snuggle into Asahi’s arms. You think they picked him for cuddle duty because he’s got good arms. “’Sgood. ‘Mgood.”

She laughs slightly. Drapes something over your naked body.

A black jacket, reading Karasuno Volleyball Team.

“Welcome to the team, then,” she says, tilting her head with an ethereal smile. You blink blearily. Smile back.

You cannot fucking wait for their next match.

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Grayson Waller x Austin Theory x Logan Paul x Reader●

Summary: They all fight over your attention being the newest, biggest signing to Smackdown.

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*Y/N's POV*

"Everyone please welcome.... the newest member of the Smackdown roster....."

The lights go out and I walk onto the top of the ramp looking down. A spotlight comes on, my music hits and a camera guy is right infront of me as I smile pulling my sunglasses down and wink at the camera. The crowd erupts with cheers as all the lights comes back on and I walk down to the ring. I high-five some of the fans than climb into the ring with Mike Rome. I walk over next to him pushing my sunglasses onto my head and grabbing the extra microphone from him.

"Heyyy Mike. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing great Y/N. How are you?"

"I am fantastic now that I am out here infront of all of these beautiful people!"

The crowd cheers loudly.

"Well you are Nick Aldis' newest superstar on Smackdown. What can we expect from you going forward?"

"Great question Mike. You can expect me to be.... Women's Champion. So whoever is women's champion after Wrestlemania, better be ready because I am coming after you."

I throw the microphone down on the mat, put my sunglasses back over my eyes, pull them down a little, winking at the camera. My music hits and I exit the ring heading up the ramp and to the back.

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*nearing the end of Smackdown*

I am leaning on one of the production boxes backstage playing on my phone when two guys come walking over to me. The one leans on the box next to me and the other sits down next to him looking at me. I look up at them and smile.

"Hello!"

"Hello there beautiful. I'm Austin."

"And I'm Grayson."

"Ahhh A Town Down Under. I love watching your matches. Very entertaining."

"Thank you. Can't wait to see your matches."

"Thank you. I gotta get going but it was nice meeting you two. I'll see ya around."

I boop Austin's nose and pat Grayson's leg before heading down the hallway towards my locker room. I get to my locker room door but before I can open it, someone comes running up to me. I look up seeing a fluffy, blonde haired man holding the U.S. title on his shoulder.

"Hi! Y/N right?"

"That's me!"

"Logan Paul. U.S. Champ."

He puts his hand out and I shake his hand smiling up at him. He looks at me and smiles making my heart skip a beat.

"Nice to meet you Logan. What can I help you with?"

"Just wanted to come introduce myself. Get to meet you. You are even more gorgeous in person. Like. Woah."

I giggle looking up at him.

"Thank you Logan. Would you like to come into my locker room? I was getting ready to leave."

"Yeah! I got my bags! Do you need a ride back to your hotel?"

I walk into my locker room as he follows me.

"Would you do that for me? We are staying at the same hotel right?"

He tells me his hotel which is the same as mine.

"Sounds good. Let me grab my stuff than we can head out."

I throw all my stuff in my duffle bag and my backpack. I throw my backpack on my back than the strap of my duffle bag over my shoulder.

"Alright! I'm all ready!"

"Let's go!"

He opens the door for me and lets me go first. I walk out and he follows me closing the door. We walk next to each other down the hallway when we happen to run into Austin and Grayson leaving their locker room.

"Hey Austin! Grayson!"

They both turn and look at me and Logan.

"Where are you two going?"

"Oh Logan is giving me a ride back to the hotel. How about you two?"

"We are going with you two. Logan said he would give us a ride too."

Logan is shaking his head no at them behind my head so I can't see him.

"Oh man Logan! That is so sweet of you!"

I turn to look at him and he is smiling really big.

"It's not a problem guys. I gotchu!"

"Let's get going than boys!"

I start walking and they all follow behind me. Logan runs up and walks next to me while the other two stay behind us. We walk out to the parking lot and up to Logan's car. He runs up to the passenger side door, opens it and motions for me.

"You first, my lady."

I smile, take my backpack and duffle bag off and he takes them from me. I climb in and he closes the door. I look in the mirror seeing Grayson, Austin and Logan arguing. I open the window a little trying to hear what they are arguing about.

"No dude. Shes mine. Me and her would make a perfect couple. In and out of the ring."

"No Logan. She would be great for our team. Shes mine."

"Wait Austin, you want her just as much as I want her."

"Yeah and?"

They continue arguing when I climb out of the car and look at them with my arms crossed, shaking my head. They all stop and look over at me, faces getting red.

"I am not an object you can just claim as your own. I am a human being. I have feelings, emotions and thoughts. You should be acting like men and getting to know me. Not just saying she's mine like you are claiming me as a prize. Now...."

I grab my backpack and my duffle bag out of the back of the car.

"You three think about what I said and I will see you next week."

I look over seeing Naomi and Bianca standing at their taxi putting their bags in the back and they motion for me to come over to them. I walk over looking at them.

"We heard what happened. Get in the taxi with us. We are going to the same hotel."

"Thank you."

I put my bags in the back and close the hatch looking over at them one last time before I climb into the taxi.

[not-wholly-unheroic]

I really love reading through your blog and came across the quote from Barrie about “No little children love me.”

And then I remembered from “Return to a Neverland” (Hook talking to Smee after catching Peter Pan): Look Smee. He’s nothing but a child. And I loathe children!

Then that got me thinking, yeah, Hook clearly isn’t fond of children. . . Until Jake comes along! TBH I haven’t actually seen the show but I’ve seen some stuff and omg it’s adorable; so I’m not sure how Jake got onto the island. Not really sure how Hook, or any other adult in the JatNP even got to the island either. I don’t even think Peter Pan really understands how Neverland works, so it’s always fun to guess.

Clearly, Peter brings lost children to Neverland (perhaps even before The Darling Children + the time they come from can vary as Neverland is just weird).

And as usual, an act that the crew are exhausted to their wits end, Hook practically follows a one track minded goal to capture Peter Pan and kill him to where, chances are, he won’t take notice of anything else. It isn’t until the crew gets back on the ship when someone goes “Hey! Where’d he come from?!”

Cue Jake, with a big smile as he’s happy to be onboard with his eyes fixated on Captain Hook. The child isn’t even scared as he steps forward to politely ask: Are you a pirate? I mean a really real pirate? You know, like BlackBeard and Mary Read and Calico Jack and all of the rest!

Jake goes on to talk about the stories he’s read about pirates and is curious if Hook really is a real pirate like them or just someone pretending to be pirate. Heh, might as well humor the twerp, Hook confirms that he is a really real pirate with plenty of proof from the Golden Age of Piracy. Now that’s when Jake gets really excited that he is meeting a genuine Golden Age pirate! And cue the never-ending gosh darn questions that leave Hook, Smee, and the entire crew mentally exhausted after seven hours (Jake is to Hook as Tim is to Dr. Alan Grant). It’s right on that spot that Jake decides he doesn’t want to be a Lost Boy! He wants to be a pirate! A really real pirate just like Captain Hook!

Hook: Ugh lousy little pest.

Also Hook: I've only had Jake for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

What Hook wasn’t expecting is that Jake was actually serious! Now it’s not just Peter Pan to deal with, it’s Jake and his friends who call themselves “The Neverland Pirates” that put Hook’s own crew to shame since these toddlers are really good at piracy! And yet, Hook also finds this to be entertaining. . . Oh fine, what’s the harm in playing along? Besides, someone’s gotta teach the lad on how to be a professional pirate.

Little did James know of how much of an impact he would leave in Jake’s future.

Do you have head canons about Captain Hook and Jake?

Oh, man if you are a fan of Disney Hook, I HIGHLY recommend watching the entire show if you can. Yes, it’s sometimes a little overly silly because of the age group it’s geared toward and yes there are a few things I think they should have done differently (most notably how the show ended…) but AS A WHOLE it’s precious and I love it because Hook gets a lot more character development than you’d expect. He’s still a grump and a thief (He IS a pirate after all…) but we get to see him outside of his relationship with Peter, and that means we see a lot more facets of his personality. We see his insecurities, his friendships, and his more heroic moments and it’s SO GOOD.

We see how he reacts when he’s in love—which is just…so cute and exactly how I imagined it. He’s only charming and suave when he’s trying to manipulate people. He TRIES to be with Red Jessica but ends up getting tongue-tied and stumbling over his words and just…being super awkward and adorable.

We see that he CAN be selfless when people he genuinely cares about are in danger. He turns on the Legion of Pirate Villains when he realizes their plans would ultimately cause harm to people like his mother and Red Jessica. He also is willing to step aside (albeit rather heartbroken) when he is under the impression that she’s in love with someone else.

We see that although he doesn’t always treat Smee well, he DOES actually care about him as a friend when it comes down to it. And Smee tries SO HARD to cheer him up when he’s struggling, going so far as to get the kids’ help in hiding a treasure specifically for Hook to find. And the kids DO IT. Like these kids are actually NICE to Hook and go out of their way to HELP HIM on more than one occasion.

We see his relationship with his mom, which is…a little complicated. He loves her, that much is clear. And she loves him. But she can also be a bit…overbearing? And it seems like he’s always a bit concerned he isn’t living up to her standards.

The whole thing is just…so good at showing how complex he is, and it makes me incredibly happy that the creators of the show recognized that.

As to your point about Hook actually being rather fond of Jake and asking about my personal headcanons regarding the show made me think about another post awhile back…

[punkitt-is-here]

It's fascinating to me to encounter people on the internet who choose explicitly not to say what their pronouns are.

To be clear, I respect your decision and applaud the firmness of your stance. I think that overall there should be less personal information on the internet and restricting pronouns is simply another step on the way to taking back internet privacy. The thing is, I have spent enough time, effort, money, and grief on the project that is myself that I am having difficulty grokking the desire not to have one's gender be known at all. I am totally disarmed by the attitude, and I attribute this entirely to my own experience growing up on the internet. I can no longer abide resigning myself to the perceived genericized maleness of the average internet user. I deliberately make my pronouns available I go on the internet, and I correct people in conversation when appropriate.

This is because, in my past experience (middle 2000s ongoing), if one did not have clear gender they got the masculine pronouns. Assigned Male By Forum Users wasn't just the default, it was the practice, the de facto, the un-inspected habit of the english speaking internet user. There Are No Girls On The Internet was then and to a degree still is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Even though it was obviously never the case, and that women have always been on the internet, sometimes it is easier to just go along with the flow to avoid the inevitable misogyny.

Keep it up, you funky little internet person. I like your horse comix! They are good.

Haha, I totally get it! When you work so hard on yourself, you want to make sure people see it right. I'm all for pronouns being readily available and stuff.

That being said, I like keeping em a secret for a couple reasons! They'll come out eventually, obviously, I'm a film student with a job and eventually someone from online is gonna meet me in-person and I'll be happy to let them know then and when I (IDEALLY) have a career that'll be public knowledge. I've got a perfectly good gender I'm very happy and comfortable with. For now, tho, since I've seen it a million times with artists online that i really love, I've found out that people tend to weaponize your gender/pronouns a lot. No matter what they are, too! I think I just get less weird comments and mail by just keepin' that shit a secret. Folks don't gotta know cuz it aint really that important. I like being able to speak online and not having one trillion internet strangers who think they know me because of some words in my bio cross-examine me every time I talk.

Also, it's fun! I've had people think I'm a cis girl, a trans guy, a trans girl, a cis guy, a nonbinary no-gender something or other, a neopronoun user, genderfluid...basically everything under the sun! And I think it's fun to see how people perceive me since I don't think you get that option a lot. It's honestly really fun to know that my online presence doesn't have any...like, gender coding to it, if that makes any sense? Because I've seen NO consistency in the guesses and I find that incredibly entertaining. Even some people who've known me for years passively online still use the incorrect pronouns cuz I've never clarified and I think that's just silly and fun. I'm glad to know that I'm very much not explicitly in any sort of "box" with the way I present myself, because I think gender is kinda silly in the first place.

So, uh, yeah! That's mostly my reasoning for not clarifying anywhere, hehe. :3c

[gl1tch3d-0utc4t]

Account Owner: @multi-fandomsfreak

|…A presence. Someone’s here!

}…God please no

*the cat mobian seems to cower over themselves*

*Suddenly the mysterious being looks directly at you…*

| Another human? Do any of you have any sense of danger?

*The mysterious being remains quiet.*

|…Oh well, guess I can entertain myself with this. It’s been a while since I had some fun.

| You puny human have blessed your presence among Chernobyl alongside my precious host Dawn…Introduce yourself

*Dawn suddenly froze up before looking at you.*

}…Please just leave

|…Sorry the cat is a little stubborn I’m pretty sure she meant it’s lovely to have you here

| Anyways let’s have a moment to get to know each other…

NOTES:

- This blog will mostly be used to add lore to my Sonic.EXE story while I’m still developing it.

- This blog aligns with things like horror, gore things like that. If you’re sensitive to that stuff don’t interact with this blog or at least be careful.

- Please check my character description on my main page for context about Chernobyl and the other characters.

- The mod is 19 and both characters are over 18 so I’m fine with suggestive things/asks but please don’t ask full blown NSFW questions. This may change in the future but for now this is the extent I want.

- If you’re planning on doing stuff like shipping (if you want) then please don’t ship Chernobyl with any of the victims mentioned in his introduction because that’s extremely gross and makes me feel uncomfortable. Also keep in mind that Chernobyl is Demisexual and Demiromantic so please don’t rush things.

- Adding on to the previous point if the creator of the character you’re planning on shipping Chernobyl with is uncomfortable with that stuff then please respect their boundaries and don’t ship.

- Chernobyl goes by he/him and Dawn The Cat uses any (their pronouns will change from time to time but for now it’s they/he).

- When Chernobyl is speaking it will start with ‘|’ and When Dawn is it’ll start with ‘}’.

TAGS:

#IC: CHERNOBYL [ HE’S HERE…WATCHING ]

#IC: DAWN THE CAT [ It’s A Pleasure Meeting You ]

#IC: MARY LEID [ I’m Sorry… ]

#IC: TRISTIN KIYOMOTO [ The Show Must Go On ]

#IC: LUCIANA ALEGRIA [ We Can’t Give Up…Right? ]

#IC: AYDEN NETT [ Let’s Have Some Fun ]

#IC: ELIJAH ROBERTS [ Need For Speed? ]

#IC: LUCA TODD [ I Have To Get Stronger ]

#IC: BLAKE EVERETT [ I Do Chuckle ]

#IC: MIA WELLS [ You Can Do This ]

#IC: GRACE ELLIOT [ Hope You Have A Great Time ]

#IC: RYAN HUNTER [ I’m Not Always The Bad Guy ]

#IC: SEINA MAXWELL [ Can I Sleep Now? ]

#IC: SONIC THE HEDGEHOG [ Gotta Go Fast ]

#IC: MILES ‘TAILS’ PROWER [ Adventure Mode ]

#IC: KNUCKLES THE ECHIDNA [ Knock Knock ]

#IC: AMY ROSE [ Have No Fear Amy Rose Is Here! ]

#IC: DR EGGMAN [ There’s Nowhere Left To Run Sonic ]

#OCC: […SILENCE, THAT’S ALL I CAN MUSTER UP ]

#RP: [ IT’S FUN PLAYING WITH YOU HUMANS ]

#ART: [ MY OWN CREATION ]

#ASK: [ IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY? ]

#ANON ASK: [ REVEAL YOURSELF BEFORE SHOWING YOUR PRESENCE TO ME ]

#LORE: [ WHY ARE YOU PRYING? ]

#SUGGESTIVE: [ DON’T BE AFRAID…YOU CAN COME CLOSER ]

#CONTENT WARNING: [ CAN’T HANDLE A LITTLE HORROR? ]

#SHIPPINGCONTENT: [ …GUESS THIS ISN’T THAT BAD ]

[ruminate88]

idk how to say what my needs are or ask for help ❤️‍🩹

12/28/24

Being the family caretaker in my teens and young 20’s, the fam was depending on me for help. I always was making a sandwich for someone, giving someone a bath or entertaining them. Just always taking care of everyone. My mom throughout the years had different surgeries or health issues and I always took care of her during those times too…… she really needed me so much ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🌹

for years I didn’t go to a Dr, a dentist or didn’t have my own life cuz I was focused on others.

I never knew how to say what my own needs are and I struggle to say I need help 😢 my first bf at 18 was a taker. He was using me and my parents so he had a free place to eat and sleep at. I did get bitter from him I believe that…. Yet because I never had a healthy relationship where I can share my feelings for real, be totally vulnerable or be 110% my weirdo self, wow….. I tried to be a weirdo with that first bf. I even taught him my made up fake language I created as a kid. I dated toxic men after him one after the other. Men who are super critical, jealous and obsessive one minute but then irritated at me the next and they drop me on my face, (one even ghosted me)

yet I’m not super independent I very much lean on my mom and my husband. If I had to ask for money I would ask my mom not my husband. I know what it’s like for a partner to use you and I will NEVER use my spouse like that yet I have no motivation to do stuff for myself…. I must be in freeze mode. I got out of “flight or fight” and now I’m in a mode where I’m doing the necessary things I have to like clean, cook, laundry, eat and shower but eh…. I’m not living my life right now. Just functioning.

the only pleasure I have on this earth is coffee hahahaha I’m like yessssss give me Starbucks all freakin day. I have a Keurig and I get the big giant box of pikes place k-cups 😋😋😋 I drink it all day and then force myself to drink water cuz I’m thirsty but I’ve had a bad toxic habit most of my life where I deprive myself from things on purpose as if “you don’t need this” annnnnd I believe the deprivation comes from being labeled as a kid, not feeling smart and then being emotionally abused. Like…. “You’re a bad person” cuz my exes treated me so badly that I subconsciously feel like a bad person as if I did something wrong 😑

this is total honestly and harsh reality of the impact from how people treat you. You can’t unfortunately control how people treat you BUT you can heal and find worth in yourself. You can be humble but still love yourself and be loved, just gotta not give up. I mean…. Gotta have hope and faith. One day at a time ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🌹

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3651

today my mom and i ran some errands after i had therapy in the morning.

it was good to talk to christine because oftentimes i find myself without the words or in-the-moment knowledge for how to handle a situation, but if i take a little bit of time, i can usually think things through and make good choices.

so i'd hazard to say it's working well.

mom and i went to joann fabrics.

they were having a sale.

so i bought a bunch of fleece for a service project for the convention. i want to make and donate blankets for a panel this year. probably a quieter alternative to other things but i can have people working on that all weekend and complete others while i'm not busy, or have security staff or whoever wants to help work on them in their downtime or their off shifts. so.

i may have gone overboard with how much fleece i got because it fills up my mom's car's trunk, but it is what it is. so that was good.

i also got an excessive large container of mod podge.

i just need paint markers, tiles, and terrarium bulbs and i'll be all set for this year in terms of materials, i think.

oh. i still gotta handle the perlers. so i actually have a lot of work ahead of me. rip. but at least i have staff! i have THREE people this year! i'm excited.

after joann's we got lunch and then we stopped for groceries and stuff and we came back and we played the game i got yesterday from midgard games - it's called mlem space agency and basically you play cats that go into space and sometimes you can get onto a planet or a moon and sometimes the ship will blow up because cats are not so good with technology. but you keep the cats on the ships that asplode, so they really just come back. (they have intergalactic parachutes.) (at least in my book they do bc asplodey cats makes me sad, so they just come back.)

but it's a cute game and it's easy to learn and it was fun to punch out. there's some skill and strategy to it and it was quite entertaining.

after playing we all just chilled out for a while bc it was so miserable outside and it was cold inside and around 7 we had dinner and mom and i watched some more of the flash afterward.

no word today from joel, but i expect he was busy with work stuff and happy to stay inside because outside is gross right now.

this weekend i work an extra day, which im not thrilled about, but there's so much i'm already not thrilled about with work, including but not limited to expecting to be put upon to take extra shifts because the supervisor and the senior analyst don't wanna do it and there's no one else to take over. so. i hate that already.

(i have so much to complain about when it comes to managing this place but for real i'm just kind of fed up with incompetence, irresponsibility, and blatant favoritism. displeased.)

[enconfess]

If im honest really (as a fan of enstars since EN first release and have caught up with a few JP events except for like the super recent ones), I found most of the event stories and main story stuff uninteresting or just overall a headache to go through. Most of the time (through both official and fan translated) they would get me shaking my head asking "what the heck is going on??",or the story drags around that it feels both frustrating and just too boring for my brain to be able focus even, and just as I thought its gotta get better they will usually have some lame conclusion monologue going on that either my monkey brain is unintellectual to understand what's going or maybe its the writers are like that idk Im happy to see the pretty cgs though.

I would very much rather have someone summarize the stories to me even if it sacrifice for inaccuracies and biases. Ok here's an example, Antique Legends? The only thing I remember from the story is the fun interactions within Hokuto and his dad, which may be due to my bias with Hokuto but really that was the only truly entertaining part to me.

Speaking of characters I really don't care about character depth at all all I wanna see is them being cute in those little idol stories cause idol stories (yes I mean those short stories that are mostly like one - two chapter long) and scout stories are really what I look forward to the most personally cause they aren't over the top complicated or draggy like event stories and main stories, its not to say they are boring no in fact they are way more entertaining cause they make things that may seem so simple and mundane to something fun and also I love seeing them in wacky events too.

Also yes I did mention being a HokutoP though I would say I'm more of an overall drama clubP with other characters I like such as Aira and Naruchan (love calling her that personally) (and also I love every character in their many uniqueness and to be fair its just the bias demons that posses me). Now what do these guys have to do with this post? well to bring point that I know absolutely nothing about their 'complex sides' other than that they are sweet angels to me and I love seeing them in cute and funny situations, and guess what I still appreciate seeing them and hell I own a Wataru nui (planning to get a hokke one too soon) because even though yaydadad the whole war thing and his 'masks' I personally find him super fun even if I'm aware that he may just be putting on an act (plus I also have a mini white party dress for him that I make him wear whenever I went to anything fancy like my when I went to see my cousin perform on a orchestra concert).

To bring my final point I personally think that enstars best strength or interest for me is the idol / scout stories because even with their cookie cutter like surface layer personalities they manage to even be more memorable and overall fun to read. Oh and stories aside I adore most of the cards although they get bland sometimes and most of the songs are pretty good in my opinion love trickster songs muah. Anyhow thats just how I feel like enjoying the game and to be fair I prefer to enjoy it alone rather than to have a mutual around cause ye I'm that those type people who enjoy being alone and find a lot of people to be a waste of a space personally, well I have a lot in my mind currently as per usual but they most aren't enstars related so for now imma really stop myself here right now though I may come back here for more confessions idk depends on me I guess (I will also be surprised if you read through this entire thing and if you do thank you and may God bless you my good friend).

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[hughjidiot]

Still working on chapter eight of Total Drama Level Up, I hope to have it ready and published by the end of the month. For now here's a little ScaryZee sneak peak. (Gotta say, the more I write this pairing the more I genuinely like it.)

--

Fat raindrops pattered the windows of the rec room, strong winds causing the glass to rattle and shake. The room itself was empty, save for Zee and Lauren sitting at the couch facing the TV in the corner. The former had his prosthetic leg propped up on the cushions, motioning with his hands as he spoke, while the latter held onto every word with apt attention.

“… and by the time they got the harvester shut off, the thresher blades had just completely ripped my leg off at the knee, blood and shards of bone shooting out the back to splatter across the hay,” Zee said dramatically. He nodded. “So, lesson learned: when playing hide-and-seek on a farm, make sure you’re familiar with the harvesting schedule.”

“Woooow,” Lauren said, blue eyes sparkling. “How do you come up with this stuff?”

“Years of practice.” Zee produced a soda can from one of his pockets and pulled the tab, taking a sip. “Ever since I was little I’ve been telling people stories about losing my leg. After a while I started to get a feel for what kind of stories people like to hear. Some people like ‘em thrilling, others like ‘em suspenseful, some are really into the messy details.”

He tipped his soda can towards her and smiled, a sight that sent Lauren’s heartbeat into overdrive. Feeling her face start to grow warm, she cleared her throat.

“Why do you like making up stories about your leg anyways?” She asked. “I know you said in season one that you know people like hearing cool stories when they ask, but is that really all there is to it?”

Zee was quiet for a moment, tracing the rim of his soda can. “Well… I remember back when I was real little, my mom would set me up on playdates with her friend’s kids. At first they’d be interested in my leg and ask what happened to it, but when I told them I was just born without it they always seemed disappointed. Like they expected something cooler. Or someone.”

Lauren listened in silence as Zee went on. There was an unmistakable tone of melancholy in Zee’s words, almost alien coming from someone as chill as him. “Don’t get me wrong: I came to terms with only having one leg a long time ago. But when you’re real little and all the other kids see you as just the one-legged kid and nothing else… it has an effect on you.”

He paused to take another pull of soda. “Fast forward a year or two, and it’s my first day of kindergarten. The teacher had us all introduce ourselves and share a fun fact about ourselves. When it got to my turn and all my new classmates looked at me, I didn’t even think: I pulled up my pant leg, showed everyone my prosthetic and said, ‘Hi I’m Zee, and I lost my leg to a shark attack.’”

“For real?” Lauren couldn’t help but giggle at the mental image. “I can only imagine the looks on their faces!”

Zee chuckled too. “Oh yeah, everyone was stunned – even the teacher. But here’s the thing: next thing I know I was getting swarmed by kids asking me for details about what happened. I’d never had so many people interested in me before.” He smiled fondly at the memories. “It was… nice.”

“Did the truth ever come out that you were just born without a leg?”

“Oh yeah. I was like five so I couldn’t keep the details of my story straight for long. But by the time I admitted that I was really just born this way, I’d gotten to get to know my classmates and even had friends, so no one was all that mad at me. I think it helps that I was making up stories to entertain them instead of trying to get fake sympathy. After that, it sort of became a running gag at my school where I’d make up a new story about how I lost my leg every time I introduced myself to new people, and I just got used to doing it.”

Finishing his soda, Zee crushed the can in one hand and tossed it into a nearby recycling bin. Smiling with satisfaction, he leaned back in his seat. “So yeah, that’s my story. Like I said, I’ve came to terms with who I am, and there’s more to me than just being the guy with a prosthetic. Telling people crazy stories about how I ‘lost’ it is something that just kinda happened.”

“Well, I’m glad it did,” Lauren said sincerely. Without realizing it, she found herself scooting closer to him. “I love your stories. They’re so creative.”

“Aw, thanks.” Zee glanced away, a hint of red on his cheeks. “You know, no one’s ever been as interested in my stories as you are. I’m really glad you like them.”

“How can I not? You have such a way with words and details…”

Lauren trailed off as she and Zee found themselves looking into each other’s eyes, less than a foot of space between them on the couch. A silence fell over the two, broken only by the patter of rain on the window.

Abruptly Lauren shot up from the couch, smiling a little too wide.

“So uh the movie last night was fun!” She said quickly. “Wanna watch another?”

“Oh yeah, totally!” Zee said, picking the remote up from the end table beside the couch to turn on the TV. “What was it you showed me, Halloween? That was really good. There any more like it?”

“Do you mean slashers in general or other Halloween movies?” Lauren asked as she inspected the shelves of DVDs. “Because there’s a few other slashers here. As for Halloween they made a lot of sequels – some good, some bad – but I don’t see any – Oh! Wait…”

She pulled a case of the shelf, gasped and beamed when she read the title. “Halloween III! Perfect!”

“Wait, three?” Zee asked, blinking as Lauren opened the DVD player. “Are we gonna be able to follow what’s going on without seeing the second movie?”

“Oh don’t worry about it; the third movie is a completely different story,” Lauren said, walking back to plop down beside Zee as the movie loaded. “It’s also a sci-fi horror rather than a slasher.”

“You don’t say,” Zee said, sounding interested. “How does that happen?”

“Okay, so: originally Halloween was envisioned as an anthology series of horror movies centered around different aspects of the holiday. Only the first two movies were supposed to be about Micheal Myers, which is why the second movie ends with – Oop! Never mind, spoilers! Let’s just say that was supposed to be the end of his story. So the third movie is entirely standalone…”

--

Zee sat in the confessional closet, a thoughtful look on his face as he slowly sipped his soda.

“You know, I get that SG can be a bit much sometimes,” he said, “but she’s a really cool girl when you get to know her. She’s got great taste in movies and knows a lot about them, she’s a great conversationalist…” He paused, blushing faintly. “And she’s cute too. In that ‘antique porcelain doll from a pawn shop that might be haunted’ kind of way.”

Zee took one more swig and got up to leave.

The camera lingered on the empty closet until the ceiling vent fell open with a clatter.

Lauren dropped down onto the floor from above, her blue eyes wide and pale cheeks bright red.

“… He thinks I’m cute?”

[dream-meister-translations]

DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

KENT CHARACTER CARD #1

━

The Fata Musica Guild is a guild with over fifty members dedicated to the mission of bringing entertainment to the world. With the combination of magic, sorcery, machinery, and various other skills, they aim to create the ultimate show to captivate the masses. 

With each passing year, they are becoming more and more popular. Obtaining tickets for one of their performances is an expensive and difficult task. 

EMMA : Next I need to check the lighting equipment...Hm...No burnt-out or broken bulbs here. The stage spotlights all seem to be in working order. Next...

Checking the stage facilities is one of the tasks for me as the Guild Keeper of Fata Musica. With an inspection checklist in hand, I am diligent in performing my backstage duties. 

??? : Hey! Looks like you're working hard, Emma. What are you checking now?

EMMA : Oh, hello Kent. I'm just finishing up checking the lighting equipment.

KENT : The lighting, huh? We've got some specialized stuff back here, so it's not like any amateur can operate 'em. Do you even know how to turn that light on? I can show you if you'd like.

EMMA : Thank you. That would be very helpful. 

KENT : Alright, just leave it to me! You see, you gotta adjust the numbers on this panel here. 1 is for white light, 2 is for yellow light, and 3 is for blue light. You switch them like this. Got it?

EMMA : Yeah, I got it.

KENT : Alright! Next I'll show you how to use this mini-light over here!

EMMA : I think I can handle the rest myself. Thanks, Kent, but I don't want to interfere with your practice. 

KENT : Nah, you don't gotta worry about that. If you need any help with anything, you can always feel free to ask. As a senior, I'm always up for helping out the rookies. 

EMMA : (A senior...)

Watching Kent laughing without a care in the world, I was reminded of the time when I first met him. 

-FLASHBACK-

KENT : Emma, let's all work together from now on! If you ever have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. Oh, by the way, you can call me "Senior Kent!" 

EMMA : Yes, Senior Kent!

SUZUKA : Hah, senior? Seriously? You're a rookie at best. 

KENT : C'mon, man! Calling me a rookie is harsh!

SUZUKA : What's wrong with calling a baby bird with his eggshell still on, a baby bird?  No matter how much you act like a senior, you're not. Stop pretending.

VELVET : Kent, it's perfectly fine for you to pretend to be a senior, but you should first become proficient at your job. Otherwise, people will see right through your act and it will blow up in your face.

KENT : Ugh...!!

-END FLASHBACK-

Despite not actually being a senior, Kent does always try to help me out whenever he can. 

KENT : Hey, Emma! You there? Seems like you got lost in thought! 

EMMA : Hehe, yeah. Thanks for always helping me out, Kent. If there's something I don't understand, I promise to ask.

KENT : Sure thing! Oh, and if you ever have any worries, don't bottle 'em up, okay? Come to me to talk about 'em! 

KENT : I know that crazy show manager--Er, I mean, Velvet, and Suzuka can be really strict on people. It can mess you up. Don't push yourself too hard. Kay~?

I always find Kent's straightforward attitude to be rather refreshing. Whether he is pretending to be a senior or not, I have grown quite fond of him.

[skiplo-wave]

Thanks to that mysterious anon I found what I came on tumblr to look for- which was details into the event without having to do as much scrabbling in research myself, as I live in a different timezone and it would be inconvenient.

Also I got a couple of theories as to why the FBI people heard the sub implode but didn't tell anyone. I think it's because if they never told people, they would have higher hopes that the submersible is intact and rescue/ recover groups would rush faster to find it. And also to entertain the terrified families. I've heard that the oceangate lawyer is saying the government delayed the rescue, well this is pretty good evidence that they didn't imo.

Another thing, I will be keeping track of this mess even after we all know the results and the victims are grieved. I want to see what happens to Oceangate after this, wonder how many other people will come forward about their bad experiences, wonder how this is going to impact the rich community. King Charles was literally a friend of a guy on board, he's gotta have something to say about that. I feel like this submersible was just a little domino in a line of larger dominos I want to see, only this time I don't really know what will happen because there aren't enough experts on this stuff to publicly speculate about it. What happens to other billionaires who people trusted up until now

Also, tell anon I said thanks

Oh I’m sure whomever at Oceangate grabbing any lawyer they can find

[deus-ex-mona]

New Year's Festival!: Chapter 1

wdym it's not january anymore—

next part: (chapter 2)

The active idol unit known as LIPxLIP is comprised of Yujiro and Aizo, two students of Sakuragaoka High School.

Considering the facts that the two of them were raised in completely different environments, and have completely different ways of thinking, they have been butting heads with each other ever since the moment they met… Even so, despite their numerous spats, Yujiro and Aizo have gradually built up a relationship of mutual trust with each other. They have succeeded in growing popular as idols, however—

It happened just after the “HoneyPre 1st Anniversary Live” had ended.

Aizo: What do you want? You suddenly called me out, grinning all weirdly at that.

Hiyori: Heheheh. Yannow, I’ve got some good news for you, Shibasaki!

Hiyori: Wait for it… An offer to appear on a variety programme has arrived for you!

Aizo: A variety programme?

Hiyori: Yup! It’s a popular annual programme in which entertainers and celebs face off in an honest showdown…

Hiyori: And it’s gonna air on New Year’s Day! In other words, you’ll be wearing a hakama when you go on the show!

Hiyori: The TV station will be putting tons of effort into this programme, so you’ll be able to gain new fans if you do well!

Hiyori: Doesn’t it sound great?

Aizo: Yeah. But isn’t it rare for us to get offers from variety programmes?

Aizo: How did this offer even come about?

Hiyori: Heheh. Good question!

Hiyori: The producer had contacted us directly, telling us “We’d love to have Aizo on our show.”!

Hiyori: They’d grown an interest in you after seeing you on a talk show that LIPxLIP had been featured on in the past!

Hiyori: The Pres has even praised you, saying stuff like “Aizo’s conversational skills are great.”!

Hiyori: She commented on how you’re able to interact with senior celebs without hesitation, and that you’re good at asking questions that you feel that the viewers want to know the answers to.

Aizo: …I see.

Aizo: (I thought that I sucked at talk shows, but it looks like there are people who think otherwise, huh…)

Aizo: But… Does that mean that I’ll be the only one appearing on the programme this time?

Hiyori: Yup. You got it right.

Hiyori: You won’t be going on as “LIPxLIP”, but as “Aizo” the solo performer!

Hiyori: There will be sporting events like archery and volleyball on the programme.

Hiyori: So I’m sure that you’ll be able to do really well!

Hiyori: Your schedule’s all clear on New Year’s Day. So do you mind if I tell ‘em that you'll be accepting the offer?

Aizo: …

Aizo: (Going on as “Aizo” the solo performer, huh…)

Hiyori: Hey, Shibasaki?

Aizo: Sorry, gimme a while to think it over.

Hiyori: You wanna think it over…? How come? It’s such a great opportunity…

Aizo: We’ve gotta practise the dance for our new song. See ya.

Hiyori: “See ya”...? Why you!

Hiyori: Is this… maybe what the Pres was worried about…?

Aizo heaved a sigh as he stepped into the lesson studio by his lonesome, his mind running with thoughts about none other than the offer to perform on the New Year’s variety programme.

Aizo: (Just as Suzumi said… it’s an offer that doesn’t come by even if we wished for it.)

Aizo: (Yeah, I’m happy that the producer chose me.)

Aizo: (But…)

Had Aizo been a complete rookie idol, he would have taken the offer without a single trace of hesitation. But, now that he was well-known, the work offers that he took on would be closely related to the image of “LIPxLIP”.

Ever since their debut, he and Yujiro had always kept the fact that they were the princes for their Julieta in mind. However, if he were to participate in a variety programme, he would have to show the audience a side of himself that he had never shown before.

Aizo: (Even so, it would still be better if the two of us got to go on together… but I’ll be all alone.)

Aizo: (What would that guy… Yujiro… think about me going on the variety programme by myself?)

Aizo: Sigh…

The door opened just a beat off from the moment the sigh escaped Aizo’s lips, and in walked—

Yujiro: Thanks for your hard work.

Aizo: Yujiro…

Yujiro: ?

[cookiemonstermatt]

capture my heart - solangelo one shot (1/?)

!ALL THESE ONESHOTS WERE 1ST POSTED ON MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT! my account is @-R3WR1T3TH3STARS-

this wasnt fully proof read so please let me know if I made any mistakes!

this one shot was requested by velvetkiisses- (on wattpad) and the prompt is capture the flag

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WILLS POV

I was sitting at the Apollo table in the dining hall with the rest of my siblings and Nico to have dinner (Nico is basically apart of the Apollo cabin by now if you don't think about the fact that he can summon skeletons and ghosts) when Chiron made an announcement. 

"Demigods! Capture the flag will be on tomorrow at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. However, there will be a twist that has been requested by someone and that twist will be revealed tomorrow." 

The second Chiron's announcement had ended the dining hall exploded into chatter. After I ate I headed back to Apollo cabin after I wished goodnight to Nico, entertained the short walk there from hearing the theories my siblings had about what the surprise twist was. 

"Maybe the Hermes cabin will get stable duty for a month! Or even better, a year! That'll show Travis and Connor for pranking me on Tuesday by replacing my bow and arrows for rubber versions." 

"Kayla, I doubt Chiron would announce and make a whole surprise twist for it to be revenge on the Hermes cabin. He would've just told them as soon as they did it." Austin replied. "I think the twist is that Dionysus is gonna join capture the flag this week." 

"No way! I'm pretty sure Dionysus would rather dye his whole body pink." I chuckled a little at that. "And plus, if Dionysus joined in it would be unfair to the other team that doesn't have Dionysus on it since he's a God." 

"Unfair in the way that the other team wouldn't get an endless supply of grapes?" Kayla retorted, rolling her eyes. "I bet you my theory is right. If you didn't have an amazing cool younger sister like me you wouldn't always lose bets. Which is why I'm right like always and you're wrong!" Kayla poked her tongue out at Austin playfully. 

Austin ignored her and moved his head slightly to look at me. "Who do you think is right, Will? You're the oldest." 

Kayla was staring daggers at me so I replied with the safest answer. "Kayla." 

"What?!" Austin exclaimed. 

"Ha! Told you I'm always right." Kayla said. 

Thankfully we back to our cabin before a small argument broke out between my siblings. We all took turns to use the bathroom to get ready for bed before we climbed into our beds. I fell asleep fast, for the first time in what seemed like forever. 

I woke up the next day and checked my watch. 5:20am. It read. I groaned as I realised I have to get up now for my shift in the infirmary. I got dressed and walked to the infirmary to see what other injuries people got from doing stupid things. 

It felt like I had been in the infirmary for days but when I checked the clock it read 11:04am. Its not even the afternoon yet. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard someone from behind me. 

"Hi," Nico. I didn't jump from the shadow travel since I was used to it by now, though he shouldn't be shadow traveling at all. 

"Nico, hi! How come you shadow travelled? You could've gotten hurt or...worse." 

"I'll be fine, Will. I promise." He replied. 

"Okay..but you owe three days in the infirmary." 

"Fine." He groaned. "But why's it always three?"

"Because one isn't enough time to see you."

"Why'd I ask such a sappy person to be my boyfriend?" Nico asked jokingly. 

I smiled. 

I continued to keep myself busy in the infirmary, occasionally asking Nico to pass things to me that were on the other side of the room. 

"I gotta go, capture the flag is starting soon." Nico said. 

I checked my own watch. 4:45pm. 

"Wait!" I called out as I quickly put my stuff down and followed him to the woods. Almost everyone was already there, now we just had to wait for Chiron to announce the twist. 

"Okay so since capture the flag is going to start in 10 minutes, the twist is that the teams will be pulled out of a hat." Everyone starting talking to their friends but I couldn't tell if they were happy or disappointed. "I'll be picking the names." Yup, its disappointment. Chiron put his hand into a hat that I'm pretty sure was Annabeth's Yankee cap and pulled out a few slips of paper from it. "The Apollo cabin will be in a team with...the Aphrodite, Hades, Poseidon and Ares cabin!" 

NICO'S POV

"Can we be the blue team? I refuse to wear that other hideous colour." Percy asked Chiron, pointing at the red team's flag. 

"Yes, Percy." Chiron sighed. 

It was concerning that of all things this is when I'd ever seen him the happiest. But then again, this is Percy Jackson we're talking about. 

"So that leaves the other team being the Zeus, Demeter, Athena and Hephaestus cabin." Chiron announced. 

Everyone got into their team group to quickly discuss their plans. Everyone had to keep reminding the Ares cabin that we're not allowed to kill people, so basically it was the regular team meeting. I was put on duty of distracting people so others could get the flag without getting caught, and Will was supposed to heal people when the Ares cabin probably stab someone from the other team. Or maybe break their arm(s). 

The game started a few minutes later, instantly breaking into chaos. I couldn't find anyone for some reason, but I kept looking around when I saw Will bandaging one of his younger siblings knees. 

"Hi Will, have you seen anyone around this area?" I asked him. 

"No, sorry." He replied as he finished bandaging the girls' knee and she ran off to keep playing. 

"Oh okay. Thanks anyways." I started to walk off to find someone to stop getting my teams flag but I heard Will's voice calling out to me. 

"Nico! Wait!" 

I turned around and he kissed me on the lips. "Don't get stabbed unless you want to spend another three days in the infirmary." He said after he pulled away. 

"More time with you? What a punishment." He retorted sarcastically. 

"Aw who knew Nico di Angelo the 'Ghost King' was such a sap?" I teased. 

"Mention that to anyone and I will slit your throat in your sleep. Well, I would if I didn't love you." 

I grinned. "Love you too, sunshine." 

"Now I gotta go beat Leo's teams ass otherwise I owe him twenty drachmas." Nico said, waving as he walked off. 

Gods I love him. 

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This was so cringe😭 also let me know if I made any mistakes! 

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