#one of the best spinners of the field

[austerlitzborodinoleipzig]

That imho was one of the skates of the season.

[c4ttheart]

hand spinners, itoshi sae x gn!reader

fluff. reader lived in spain, tried to make is as gn as possible. timeline lowkey weird. sae is bad with emotions. 1.2k wc

itoshi sae was never good with feelings. Maybe that’s why Inside Out was one of his favourite movies when he was younger, he liked the idea of other beings handling it for him.

when he was ten, he brought the girl he had a crush on to a clear puddle he had seen on his way to school. she had judged him, but he had made her crouch down till she was able to see her reflection adorned with fallen petals from the nearby sakura tree, so she could see how beautiful he thought she was. but she didn’t get it, so he ushered her closer till she fell face first into the wet cement. she had thrown her pink hair clips at him after, and her parents had made her change schools, scared that she was being bullied. he never saw her again.

but then he met you, you and your quizzical eyes and your shit jokes, and eleven year old sae forgot all about the heinous glares the neighbours would send him, the ones who still believed he was a bully. he thought you were the prettiest person he had ever seen.

you transferred the year after that incident, with a funny accent and messy hair. the other girls had poked fun at you for not wearing twirly plastic hair bands on your wrists, but you had only giggled at them while showing off your brand new red hand spinner.

« where are you from ?! » the kids would ask you constantly, and you would simply smile and show off your bresilian bracelet made with the colours of your country’s flag, responding « Spain ! » with so much happiness in your voice it made him cringe. you quickly became the most popular student in the grade.

unfortunately, that meant that by definition, sae hated you. he didn’t really despise you, but hearing your name being whispered in every single nook and cranny of the school definitely messed with his nerves. it was okay though, because when he played soccer, his teammates seemed to forget about you. as long as he ruled the field, everything would be alright.

two years later and your accent was barely even noticeable. you had given up on fidget spinners and pokemon cards, yet you were still the most tanned out of everyone and apparently you had the best hair, so you still stood on top of the middle school food chain. sae would roll his eyes whenever he saw you, but you didn’t really care. he doubts you even noticed him back then.

he remembers groaning when he looked down at his new assigned seat. the chair was worn out and the table wobbly, but when you sat down right next to him and placed a small paper under the wooden desk for it to stop moving, he figured he could live with you as his seat partener.

it took about two months for you to become friends. it took him two weeks after that to realise he maybe liked you. you would hold his stare with eyes so patient, waiting for him to finish practice so you could hang out and play the sims together (and maybe make music videos to avril Lavigne songs, if he was in the mood). you would text him with such persistence that he could feel it through the screen, never getting tired of his one worded replied (which he thought were absolutely awesome, by the way). you would make him feel like he never had before, even when he took that girl to the puddle. you made him slowly fall in love with you during the months where you’d place a folded piece of paper under the foot of the desk to keep it from shaking when the two of you wrote.

sae was fifteen years old when he decided to act on his feelings. except he didn’t know how. you were student council president now, and you applied makeup to your face and nail polish to your short cut nails, which made you by definition the school ruler once again. you were friends with everyone, yet you still gave him the title of best friend out of every student. he liked to flaunter the fact around, walking besides you in the corridors and sharing your wired headphones during breaks (even though he was quite reluctant at first.)

he opted for something safer than a puddle this time, so he held your fingers over his wrist, right on his pulse, just so you could feel how fast you made his heart beat. you looked at him with a smile on your lips then, with your head tilted and eyebrows the slightest bit furrowed. he had thrown his hands over his face in exasperation.

seeing how well his original plan had worked out, he decided to write you an anonymous ‘letter’, which wrote « i think you’re cool and i kinda have a crush on you. » and left in your locker. but you only came complaining to him after, thinking it had been from another one of your persistent admirers. sae felt a twinge of jealousy for his first time in his life then. he thought about how the person probably didn’t know the colour of your favourite handspinner when you were eleven and your favourite hairstyle when you were thirteen.

but everything good comes to end, he learns when you hug him tightly. he’s the last you say goodbye to. his lips wouldn’t stop turning downwards then, so he hugged you back until he was sure the smell of your shampoo was imprinted into his nostrils. he watches your flight back to Spain soar into the sky and he grimaces.

he realises he misses you when no one shows up to his morning soccer practices and when his school (only his, not yours anymore) holds elections for student council president. he realises he misses you when he sees a bright red hand spinner on display at the corner store, sticking out through the bubble bottles and candy necklaces. he does not become friends with his new seat neighbour. he barely even tries. when his brother starts to ask where you are, he just hides in his room. he really does misses you.

soon enough, offers come around for sae. he knows he’s a soccer prodigy, so he’s a little boastful, showing them to sparkling eyes rin. his breath hitches when he sees a particular one, and the next thing he knows, he is on a flight of his own. he’ll miss home, although he will not admit it. he missed you more though.

you’re both twenty when he steps on your doormat. you could not be more confused, but sae was your best friend, so you’re not unhappy either.

sae is twenty one when he finally asks you out for real, after an eventful year of catching up. he tells you about the puddle and soccer, and you let him become your cat’s parent, who is coincidentally named sae.

he likes inside out a little less now, because they do not have a love character. he thinks that if they did, it should look like you. because you’re patient, and you’re everything he’s ever wanted.

and even though his bouquets have broken stems, you stay. you always will. sae is not the perfect lover, but he has been here from the fidget spinners, and you love him. more than anything in the world.

minimal dialogue yay !! not proofread :3

@iiwaijime 💗

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Angel's Use (Hawks, Twice, Dabi, Mr. Compress, Spinner, Tomura Shigaraki)

Kinktober 2023 Day Thirty-One: (Dub-Con) Free Use

𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“Twice…? Is she okay?”

You know… 

“Angel-chan? She’s fine, she likes doing this. Little whore isn’t fully house-trained! Let’s teach a lesson!”

  Hawks used to be one of your favorite heroes. 

Hearing his voice asking if you were okay, it reminded you of that feeling. Of that little fondness you had for him. The fact that he was your age helped a lot. But it’s hard not to fall in love with someone that cute and charming. The deep pockets were a plus, and the fact that he was such a hard worker out in the field made you like him so easily. He saved lives, just like you did. And for a girl with a boring life and boring job, that was enough of a connection to get a crush going almost instantly after his debut all those years ago.

But right now? You can’t even look at him. But he looks at you. He’s been looking at you a lot.

And you can’t blame him. You really can’t.

You were declared dead a couple of months ago. That’s what Kurogiri told you. That you’re supposed to be a ghost. That you’re not supposed to exist anymore. A pretty little nurse with a powerful quirk goes missing one night. Only for an unidentifiable body to appear in the same place a couple of days later. With a case as strange as yours, heroes were bound to take notice. Bound to remember. And bound to call the authorities if you’re ever seen again. So they’ve always taken precautions when it came to you. Always made sure that you weren’t seen. Weren’t heard. Weren’t anything to anyone outside of the walls of the hideout.

So you’d like to think that that’s the reason why one of the best heroes in Japan is staring at you so intently. You’d like to think it’s because he recognizes you. Or that he’s trying to gauge what’s the best way to rescue you from this hell. You’d like to think that. But the truth is that it’s getting hard to think nowadays. It’s getting hard to use your head clearly. To parse through those muddled thoughts of yours. To move past all the tasks and distractions in front of you. And right now, you can feel his gaze on you. It’s strong and intense and so, so hard to ignore. Just like it’s hard to ignore the humiliation you can’t help but feel. 

After all, it’s not like it’s every day that your only hope of rescue gets to see you lazily suck another man’s dick like some toy.

But you can’t help the feeling. Just like you can’t help the position. You try to block it out. You try to block it all out. But the farthest you manage to get is letting the words around you dull into nothingness. You’re still very aware of where you are. Of what you’re doing. Of who they are. No matter how hard you try to block it out, you still feel the cool, smooth feeling of leather against your bare, heated as you lay on your stomach with your head in Twice’s lap. You still feel the rumble of the man’s heartbeat and breath, and he speaks to Hawks without so much of a care for your existence. You still feel the openness- the vulnerable feeling of being laid out on the couch of the common room like some toy. Lips wrapped around a dick and tongue flickering up against it as people all around you go about their lives. As if you aren’t there. As if you were meant to be there.

Above you, Twice’s chest rumbles, as if he was told a good joke. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hawk’s golden-eyed gaze turned to you. Expression concerned, but masked fairly well. But you don’t look at it for long. Instead, you find yourself squeezing your eyes shut and bobbing your head down to take a more active role and pleasuring one of your captors. 

Twice’s deep-chested laugh turns into a moan, and one of his hands comes to rest in your hair. A grip so gentle. A touch so sweet. You could have forgotten that he was a villain. For just a moment. For just a minute. For just a second. But you didn’t.

Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut a little tighter. Maybe if you try to deep-throat him right now, no one will know just where exactly your tears are coming from. Maybe if you bury your face even lower in Twice’s lap, Hawks will stop looking at you. Maybe he’ll even forget you. Maybe you’ll forget you too. But you don’t. You can’t.

“Get Angel’s attention.”

The world hates you far too much for you to receive your peace.

“I want my turn.” The familiar sound of Dabi’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. All of a sudden, everything that felt dull and far away felt closer. Louder. Clearer. You become hyperaware of your surroundings. Of the salty taste in your mouth. Of the TV playing the twenty-four-hour news cycle playing quietly. Of the palms that are so rough and so hot they burn coming to grab at your waist and easing you into lifting up your hips. At that, your fight or flight kicks in. You breathe labors, and before you know it, you’re pulling your mouth off of Twice’s dick to look behind you. You can hear the man’s two-sided comments. The gentle side of him’s disappointed sigh. And his other side calling you a whore. But right now? “You don’t mind if I come through the back door, don’t you, Angel?”

There’s something bigger and scarier than Twice happening behind you. 

You can’t help the fear that overtakes you in that moment. The whimper that leaks through your throat as your hands ball up into fists and your bottom lip quivers. The look Dabi is giving you behind his messy dark hair- it isn’t unfamiliar. You’ve seen that same emotion in those pretty blue eyes of his. You’ve seen it since the first day you met him. But now you’re not as stupid. You’re not as naive. And you’re much more willing to scoot back and get on your knees and relax. Well, try to relax. There’s oh but so much you can do when you’re telling yourself that you have to sit face down, ass up for a serial murderer and pyromaniac. All to live. All to live.

Out of the corner of vision again, you notice Hawks. His feathers have ruffled. Ever so slightly- an action almost too quick to catch. But you noticed it. And Dabi did too. Because a second later he’s laughing. And a second later, you’re turning your head away from him. From both of them. Your gaze falls back in front of you. At Twice’s cock, sitting angry and red and wet, and messy and forgotten as it rest on the man’s abdomen. Leaking a pearly trail of precum onto his stomach. You already miss it. He’s only a couple inches away and you already miss him. Because even if he’s like the rest of the men in this hideout who use your body so freely for their own desires, at least Twice is gentle with you. At least he’s kind to you. 

But as the sound of a zipper hits your ears, and something thick and hard and just way too big starts prodding at your anus, you know that there’s no saving you today. No going back to just laying naked on the couch and warming someone’s cock. No going back to hoping you won’t be perceived by the golden boy hero who only recently turned to the dark side. There’s only your pain. There’s only someone else’s pleasure. Taking from you. Tainting you. Torturing you. 

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart.”

Until it’s someone else’s turn.

“You’re still so tight back here, hmm?” You hear Dabi rumble from behind you. Voice low and sultry as his hands pull you closer and closer to him as your body swallows inch after inch with loud cries. The stretch- it burns. More than the heat from his scarred, scarred hands. From the fire alight in his eyes every single time he looks at you. More than anything in the world. And this stretch- this sudden fullness fills you up from behind like an invasive species taking over what was never theirs in the first place- it tugs at you from the pits of your stomach. It screams for attention. It begs for your tears. For your embarrassment to grow. And you can’t ignore this feeling. You can’t ignore this pain. They may have broken you to be their toy, but angels can’t be killed so easily. “Spinner was back here less than a week ago, and yet I can just barely fit. Perfect little whore.”

No matter how many times you wish for death. 

“Hey!” 

At the call of his name, Spinner responds from somewhere else in the bar. You hear his footsteps, heavy and hard pad over to where the couch is. But you can’t see him as he starts bickering with Dabi. You’re far too busy breathing out deeply. Whining and wriggling and whimpering oh-so-loudly as Dabi bottoms out inside of your ass. Now, all you can think about is the pan and how it heightens every sensation around you. How it turns your mind into mush and brings the heat to your cheeks as you wish for nothing more for it to be over. For you to disappear between the couch cushions. So much so that you barely even notice the hand reach out and brushing its fingers against yours. 

But you do notice. And you know it belongs to Twice. Offering the smallest amount of comfort possible to you. But it’s something you can’t appreciate. Something you can’t even savor. Because before you know it, Dabi’s moving his hands off your hips and wrapping them around your waist. In one fell swoop, you’re being flipped. Your position changes. And somehow the dick in your ass manages to bury itself even further inside of you. And oh, how you cry out. Oh, how you thrash. But Dabi’s got you locked in his lap now as he lays back against the couch. He’s got your legs spread nice and wide with your pretty, little pussy on display and his cock plugging up your other hole. He’s got his head buried in your neck, and the scent of ash and smoke surrounding him. Clinging to him. Tighter than the death grip he has locked around your waist. Tighter than the leash that all of them have on you. 

“At least I used lube,” Spinner starts to brag, voice proud and tone haughty. As if it’s some type of accomplishment. From this new position, you’re able to eye Spinner a little better. You’re able to see everyone and everything a little better. Compared to having your face pressed into the couch. But you don’t want to see any of them. You don’t want to think of any of them. You don’t. You just don’t. “Angel-chan like it when I use her ass because I’m gentle with her. Isn’t that right, Angel-chan?”

You can’t help it. You shake your head no at Spinner’s words. Wildly, with a few whimpers here and there as your body continues to struggle against the iron-like grip Dabi has on you. But he’s too busy laughing at your complete and utter rejection. Too busy laughing at you. 

“You really think a girl like her would enjoy being impaled by those monstrous things?“ A new voice enters the fray. And despite the fact that your brain is getting a little fuzzier and fuzzier as Dabi ultimately allows you to adjust to his size, you’re able to turn a half-lidded gaze to another part of the room to watch Mr. Compress approach you. With the mask on, it’s hard to tell where he’s looking. Or what he’s thinking. But for a second, you swear you manage to catch sight of a bulge from his pants. And you promise you’re that you’re not dreaming when you say that his gaze must have been watching the rise and fall of your chest so, so carefully. Taking in the slight jiggle of your boobs. The way your lips part. The way your expression clouds more and more. The way pain is starting to melt away into pleasure. “Perhaps you don’t remember her screams. I’m sure our neighbor do.”

Spinner starts getting offended at that. He shoots off a few choice words at Mr. Compress. But it’s Dabi who fires back at him. Making a big show of whatever he said by accenting with a roll of his hips. One that causes you to arch your bag and cry out- nearly fighting out of his grip. But those warm hands of his spread across your stomach. Holding you in place. Forcing you to do nothing but watch as others watch you. So that’s what you do.

First, your gaze falls back on Twice’s. He’s still in the same position you left him. Still harder than ever to read with that mask on his face. But now his head is tilted in the direction that makes his direct line of sight where you and Dabi’s bodies are joined. And his hand- the one that you guessed was previously reaching out to you? It’s now wrapped around his cock. Stroking at it lazily. Getting off to the mere sight of you. It makes your embarrassment grow even more. It makes your blood boil even hotter. At the end of the day, you can’t be stupid. At the end of the day, you have to remember that he’s just another man. That he’s just another one of your captors. Just another one who will likely be slipping his dick inside of one of your holes again in a couple of days. Maybe even a couple of hours. 

But then your mind starts to wander. And your eyes start to too. And suddenly your gaze is on one of Japan’s top heroes. And it’s like all the words and noise and things around you start to fade away. Because Hawks is looking at you too. He’s watching you carefully. Drinking you in slowly. And you start to have hope that the emotion in his eyes is anger. That it’s outrage. At the sight of these men speaking about you and your body so freely. So easily. And it starts to make you hope. That your old favorite hero will live up to your beliefs. That your old favorite hero will rise from the ashes and the darkness. And that he’ll save you.

So you ask him for that. You look into his face and you think not about how handsome he is. You look into his face and think not about how warm and comforting his voice is. You just look into his face- you look into his bright, golden eyes and you ask him. You beg him to save you. To be the one who returns you to light. Who saves you from this hell. To save you from them. But then the unthinkable happens. The unexpected. The impossible.

Your hero. Your supposed savior- he looks away. 

And for a second, you think you see it in his eyes. You think you see it. The guilt. But even more than that? The arousal. And the growing tent in his pants that’s almost impossible for you to ignore. Impossible for you to imagine. So you don’t ignore it. You internalize it. You think about it. You think about what his arousal means. You think about his refusal to move- to lift a finger, a feather in your direction. 

You think about the way he can’t even look at you right now too.

And the tears that you were previously shedding? They start to come out a little faster than before. It’s okay though. You let them. For your sake. For your pain.

But a moment later, your view of Hawks is being disrupted. And you don’t put up much of a fight. You can’t put up much of a fight. You won’t. Because the feeling of being failed by the one person who could have saved you has already started to set in. And there’s already someone else- there’s already Mr. Compress tilting your head in another direction, putting two fingers out and telling you to “Suck, sweetheart”, as Spinner grabs a fist full of your hair and holds it up in a ponytail for you. Now, Dabi’s hards are reaching down your body. No longer holding you possessively. Instead, giving out a chance to share as he takes two fingers and parts your lower lips to give the person now standing in front of you an easier chance to slide into your awaiting little pussy. Eager as can be.

All these eyes are on you. All these hands on you. Giving you attention. Giving you pleasure. Giving you pain. Every now and then your eyes will slide to someone’s face. To read their expression. To read their bodies as they enjoy yours. Yet every single time, you’re met with the same dazed expressions. The same lust-filled eyes. The same devious smiles. Taking ownership of your body. Taking your body. Everywhere you look. Everywhere you turn. And somehow, it gets easier. It gets easier to pretend that you like it. It gets easier to tolerate. It gets easier to survive. To zone it all out. To take it all in. To moan the way they like it. To cry the way they want you to. To take it like a good girl. Like the angel you are to them. 

And now, with Tomura standing in front of you, lining up his cock and pushing inside of your warm, wet pussy- reserved just for him, you swear that the feeling from before has gotten easier. In between his distracting words of praise and calls of your nickname. In between your moans and groans and gasps and whimpers and cries of pain. Of pleasure. You swear that little by little it’s gotten easier. That the stretch is more bearable. That the pain has lessened. That the tears have dried. 

“Good Angel-chan,” Tomura murmurs at you while sinking himself inside you with a lewd, lewd groan of his own. You hiccup on the fingers you’re sucking on, but your body responds accordingly. It responds as it was trained to do. “Angel-pussy is the best. And it’s all mine.”

It’s the only way you can survive after all.

But try as you might, you don’t think it’ll ever go away. You don’t think it’ll ever fade either. Because he knows as much as you know. That while you’d expect it from monsters like them…

… it’s impossible to forget that even now, Hawks is using you too.

[byjovewhataspend]

Putting on his best outfit to cheer himself up-- it's not really working :(

rambling thoughts about the new manga stuff below

It feels so WILDLY incorrect tonally for none of the villains to be saved. So many people told deku he couldnt save shigaraki and he pushed back against that-- but from any outside view shigaraki dying is the same as Deku killing him, i dont accept 'his ghost smiled so he was saved', afo shattered shigarakis mind the second Tomura's heart wavered and he died instantly (nana saved a little bit of his soul long enough for him to hang out and punch AFO, that had nothing to do with deku)

but the last thing he said before AFO killed him was 'i have to be the hero to the villains' and the last thing he said to deku was essentially 'tell spinner i did was i promised'

but before both of those points almost the entire league (sans compress) is already dead (spinner seems braindead? though the next chapter had people messing with what looked to be his scales so maybe someones working on helping him) so Deku cant tell them anything.

ANYWAYS my 5% hope here, a way to walk this shit back, is that Tomuras quirk 'which used to have a regeneration aspect' regenerated itself and Tomura comes back and Deku gets a second chance to save him for real this time, and then tomura uses the regeneration aspect of his quirk to fix all the rest of the league. he can return Spinner to his old self, and Dabi has GOT to be in that tank in front of Endeavor, right?

(What else in the world does Endeavor have to care about right now except for his family? none of them (or hawks, his only friend) needed a healing tank, so im guessing Dabis horrific husk is in some stasis goo with no hope , spinner is brainded/insane with no hope, toga is probably 'disappeared on the battle field' or maybe in a coma with no hope.. )

((honestly that tank, them not telling us yet if anyones dead (it would be weird to REVEAL people died who we thoughts died on screen a year ago) and the weirdly timed 'tomura couldve been able to regenerate but i removed that' a second before he died are the only reasons i have any hope. im not the hoping type. a series i was interested in ending badly has never been Taken Back before))

i dont know if That Person is Tomura (it didnt LOOK like him, not at all, honestly they looked like a woman to me, but who the fuck knows when they are doing Anime Crazy Face) but it feels like the only way to walk any of this back.

They put so much emotional stuff onto tomura and then gave him the worlds clearest 'he never had any choice to be this way' backstory EVER (even his BIRTH was arranged by AFO thats so fucked up, i wouldnt be shocked if he bought him the dog he killed too) that the ONLY doubt i had that Deku would save him was in that i wasn't sure how youd arrange to keep him out of prison for life. Id been guessing 'rewound to childhood to get a second chance at a better one' (not great but hey, it beats dead or tartaras and it matches that opening i liked) but hey, if hes Confirmed Dead and Deku finds someone Similiar To Him but with Fixing Powers and is liek 'hey everyone this is my brother Tenko my american dad just brought him over isnt that great?' id fucking take it

ALSO plucking Eris horn off so that she wasnt an option anymore like.. from a writing standpoint feels like it has to be FOR something.

Finally: deku looked SO depressed in the most recent chapter. he looked miserable. he hardly spoke a fucking word. considering how he acted about Eri i cant imagine hes the type to be like 'whelp, failed to save those people, i guess ill save a random different person in the final arc and thatll help me get over it'. truly i think if deku to failed to save tomura he'd spend the rest of his life not feeling like a real hero. especially when he checks to complete tomuras wish and spinner cant get his final words? and togas final words to deku was that she liked him and then he ran off and she died?? just. no. it feels so tragic and dark.

i do NOT believe horikoshi has that much creative control, honestly, i feel like if he had complete control he wouldnt kill tomura (since hes written a Tenko into like all his other stories and he loves him) but a small glimmer of hope is Dabi getting fuckign 4th place in the popularity results after he'd already become the most dead looking fucker i have ever seen. SURELY management knows hes popular and would be open to them being saved and redeemed just for BRANDING purposes, right?

PS: everyones been joking but he horikoshi SAID we'd see dekus FUCKING DAD. what possible purpose could that man serve when he wasnt even watching deku lose his arms on international tv?? if its as a cover for bringing tomura back ill fucking take it.

[maxdibert]

Re: the ask about Lily being Snape's "attachment figure" and him confusing that for love. Based on the people you work with experiencing similar... how well can people manage to move beyond that with the correct support/therapy/environment/other interventions, and form healthier relationships and have a better quality of life? Like, best case scenario

I'm imagining Sev leaves Hogwarts and Spinner's End, gets some peace and quiet and maybe some therapy(?) - although Sev doesn't seem the type to me to naturally step away from an unhealthy place or engage with any sort of treatment, at least at first, and in any case the wizarding world has a very "get over it" attitude and like 0 awareness of mental health lol (and his next big problem if he survived ofc would probably be being mobbed by fans and haters alike, and Rita Skeeter turning up in his floorboards to write a colourful biography).

BUT in an ideal world, how (and how well) could he perhaps move on from being overly attached to Lily and her memory, and form new, healthier relationships and prioritise himself?

And only if you care to write about it because i know this has gotten long, but how about on the flip side of if he survived, his purpose fulfilled (Harry lived and is safe; his debt to Lily repaid) - and he received no support or new friends/community, how would he cope? Without that goal/focus? Without the structure of Hogwarts? With the tumult of the end of the war, more attention, but no purpose, and probably no job teaching? I've seen a few fics where he turns to drink but I can't really see it myself, and would love to hear your thoughts!! Love seeing that you've posted 💕

It depends on whether it's driven by mere emotional deprivation or part of a clinical diagnosis. For example, having attachment figures is quite common in people with bipolar disorder or borderline personality disorder—most of them experience it regularly. It's also the case for those of us who suffer from anxiety or have an anxious attachment style; we tend to have attachment figures as well, but that’s more of a clinical issue.

From what I've learned and what people who work directly to improve people's daily lives (I'm in the legal field, after all) like psychologists or social caregivers have told me, it all depends on the case, the severity, and the person themselves. Generally, younger people have more success with recovery than those in middle age, which makes sense because the younger you are, the more adaptable you are and the easier it is to develop tools and ways to self-manage. The older you get, the harder it becomes, because these behaviors have been established over many years, and it's quite difficult to change them. But for younger people, especially teenagers and those under 30, the prognosis is generally good, especially if the person is intervened, receives good therapy, and is properly supported. BUT ABOVE ALL ELSE, if that person wants it, because no matter how many resources you give someone, if they don't want to make use of them, there's nothing you can do. One of the first things you learn when you work in social services and community work, lolololololol.

Now, it's a bit like what you said. I can't imagine Severus just leaving Spinner's End like that because, personally, I think he never left because it was a self-imposed prison for him when he wasn't at Hogwarts. His penance as a professor was something Dumbledore had given him, but when he wasn't teaching, he had another penance: going back to that house, which was tied to his childhood and all the bad memories. So, I find it hard to picture him leaving easily... but, well, let's pretend we live in La-La Land. If a 21-year-old Severus hadn't gotten stuck in that spiral of suffering and guilt, selling his soul to Dumbledore after already selling it to Voldemort (those daddy issues, my dear Sev, I love you but it's true), and if he'd managed to find some rehabilitation, I think he'd have had a decent prognosis. Being so young, with good therapists and professionals? Sure. Especially because good therapy also involves learning to relate socially and emotionally in a healthy way, but we’re talking about very modern therapy concepts, not the 80s where they just handed out Prozac and antipsychotics for everything, lololol. I don’t think Severus was a lost cause back then. I think circumstances made him a lost cause. And yes, I believe he could have learned to relate to others (maybe not perfectly because, socially awkward to the max), maybe even have friends, and potentially even a partner. Absolutely. But not in the 80s and not in the wizarding world where mental health issues seem less important than in medieval times.

Regarding the AU where Severus survives, that's something I really like and read a lot of (I even wrote an SSxReader with that premise). I honestly think that if he had survived after completing his mission—settling his debt to Lily by ensuring Harry survived, making sure Voldemort was dead, and achieving his goals—he would have fallen into a severe depression. That’s how I portray him, essentially as someone very depressed who doesn't know what to do with a life he never asked for, because he always thought he’d die in the war or be killed at some point, so he never had a plan for survival. And also someone deeply ashamed for Harry knowing everything about his past (imagine surviving knowing Harry Potter knows EVERYTHING about your past—just thinking about it would blow your mind) and at the same time knowing that to some, he’s a hero, to others, he’s a jerk, and to some, he’s a traitor, but the thing is, he’s never indifferent to anyone, and he just wants to be left alone. Without being a professor because he’s always hated kids, but not really knowing what else to do because, well, that's the only thing he's ever done. In general, he’s someone who doesn’t know what to do with his life because he’s never had one, so he doesn’t know how to handle it. That’s my general vision.

[salvagesmha]

How the PLF Advisors Should Have Been Used In the 2nd War

So with the latest MHA 7 Episode having Skully the Midnight Killer finally go down, and it doesn't seem like any new scenes of the Advisors will happen yet, it got me wondering on how to utilize the Advisors that just...weren't shown off and pretty much forgotten.

So that's what you get for this post!!

Okuto Island

Geten's #3 Advisor/Foxy - Thanks to the anime giving him a cameo defeat we know he was sent to Okuto Island so wouldn't change it. Instead, I would flesh him out as being defeated. Maybe Tsu snatches his katana before he hurts someone like Selkie or Sirius, thus allowing both to defeat him easily?

I would also add Toga's #1 Advisor. Similar to Spinner and his squad, I would really like to have the Commanders of the Regiments work with their Advisors as much as possible. So having Toga's #1 Advisor join the mix, helping Toga evade her enemies would be nice. She could even sacrifice herself to help Toga get off the island while she takes on the rest of the Heroes to prevent them from following.

Troy Parking Lot

Honestly, placing Compress' #3 Advisor/Question here would be best? They can be a flashy, dramatic fight for someone as dramatic as Aoyama until the true final boss, Kunieda, can take stage.

Takoba Stadium

Best I can think of is Geten's #1 Advisor/Baldi. Having one of the #1 rankers would at least raise Takoba's threat level beyond Gashly the Silent, and give more of the spares something to do.

Kamino Ward

Dabi's #1 Advisor/Frenzy - Frenzy is an obvious addition that I'm surprised wasn't chosen. With the only other Dabi advisor out getting Giganto, I think it'd be fitting if Dabi's #1 Advisor worked alongside his boss. I picture Frenzy as fighting Ida, uncaring about being burned by Dabi's flames due to his Quirk/insanity. It gives Ida a foe of his own to put down before being regulated to Todoroki's chauffer XD.

Central Hospital

Honestly, just add in Spinner's #3 Advisor and call it a day. I'm sorry, but to me there is zero reason why Spinner only had two of his squad with him and not bring in the last one. Just make it 3 for 3.

Jaku Ruins

Skully bein Jaku makes sense, but why not have Geten's #2 Advisor: Pink Mask to join the fray? Feels like she'd be the sort to synergize well with Skully? Maybe even be a bit of a solo fight for some of the cast, like Honenuki (perhaps she shares his skull jaw?)

Gunga Mountain Ruins

Is it bad I see Sanctum reporting to AFO on this field, and by extension the rest of Twice's Regiment? Sanctum I would imagine would be impressed by AFO's dominating leadership and knack for plans, so can see the Twice Squad effectively acting s AFO's personal back-up during the fight.

Skeptic's Cave

Why the fuck was Skeptic unguarded? Yeah, I know arrogance is probably the reason, but seriously no other Villains could be spared to look after him? As such, I'm giving him at least his #3 Advisor and Toga's #2 Advisor to look after him as added muscle. Maybe a few minor members of the PLF, but that should be about it.

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Really wanna know what were the drafts for these 20 dudes that made Hori make so many, yet could only use so little. Still, hope this at least makes a fair bit of sense why I chose where to send them.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Trying really hard to think of an au that involves spider!Tomura because he's the best and I adore him but the thoughts they are not coming 😭

RIP, but I too adore Spider!Shig so:

The League is out on a raid, broken up into different squads, he and Shigaraki are on one, Toga and Twice, Spinner and Compress. They're moving through the building and everything is going fine, until Dabi and Shig get caught in a quirk. Shigaraki makes sure he sucks the quirk out of that guy before killing him. They clear the room and then both of them drop to the fucking ground as soon as their adrenaline lowers.

They wake up having been turned into heteromorphs, Dabi being made fun of immediately because he's a bunny, fluffy white tail, big ears, and jumpy as anything. And Shigaraki wakes up with four extra arms, exoskeleton bits, can spin webs and use his quirk with all of his extra hands, and has big venomous fangs. Poor Dabi's ego is being rocked from every angle too because he's never brought up the fact that he is terrified of spiders. It's not something he advertises, but he's a huge arachnophobe and has almost set himself on fire accidentally more than once trying to get a spider away from him.

Shig can fucking smell it on him too, and the two of them have always been lightly antagonistic to each other, but he is definitely being more obnoxious about hiding places and doing creepy spider things right now, saying he has a lot of quirks to sort through and he can't turn this one off immediately.

He waits until the others are out of base for the night and then he tells Dabi he'll turn him back if he lets Shigaraki practice with his adaptations for a few hours. Dabi really, really wants this over and done with so he agrees and ends up running around the mansion, trying to escape the webs and not let his heart beat out of his chest. But when Shigaraki finally catches him, and gets him pinned in one of his webs, he realizes that his body is hot not just from fear, but arousal, which is exactly what Duster was angling for.

They spend the rest of the night in a primal pred/prey sadomasochistic fearplay scene, which maybe was not the way Shig ever initially planned on telling Dabi about his crush, but if it works it works. And Dabi ends up staying a bunny for his new lover's amusement as long as he turns him back to normal whenever they're out in the field.

[class1akids]

I just scanned the spoilers for Bnha chapter 420 ! And one thing I wonder... in the end many heroes comes to help Deku do you think we will see Kacchan, Endeavor, Hawks, Tokoyami and more heroes or are they too badly injured to fight  ? I just wonder this because many heros that came said "they are exhausted but they want to fight because Deku is doing his best"

I think pretty much everyone will show up, including Bakugou, Todoroki and even Uraraka (who is in a chopper, but I think will do something like the scene in the UA exhibition art)! Bakugou's revival basically tells us that nobody is "too injured to fight". If he can fight after a field heart surgery, the others can too after their own injuries / exhaustion.

We see already some people from Gunga (Mineta) coming through the portal, we see pros like Burnin', Gang Orca, etc. But I think that for now, HK is starting with the "weaker" / less important characters or those who had no chance to fight yet (Momo and Kaminari) and will work his way up from there.

I feel like we will see waves of them coming and all of Class A will show up, as well as many other kids and pros, and possibly even civilians. And I wouldn't be surprised to see the villains too (Spinner, Compress, Toga, Dabi, etc.), as Tomura is the "hero of the villains", so it would make sense for the LoV to have a role in saving him from AFO's clutches and it would also set the mood for post-war amnesty / rehabilitation of villains.

And once Tenko claws back control, he may be able to have a quirk upgrade to awaken the healing aspect of the quirk he received.

The only person I'm not too sure about is Endeavor - here I have a theory that this may be his "father moment" of staying behind to protect his family, but I could equally imagine a Todoroki family combo - where all 3 of Shoto, Toya and Endeavor show up to help. Both make sense narratively. Hawks is also a bit of a question mark, because he lost his quirk - but I could see him fight even quirkless / or maybe his role will relate to saving Toga.

I mean, I personally can't imagine the logic of having an "avengers assemble" moment and then leave behind some of your most popular characters and give the big win to the likes of Sato. Not to mention, Hori hasn't really done much of fun combos / interactions between Class A (e.g. Bakugou has only had one interaction with Deku, but none with any other friends / classmates). So I'm expecting hype interactions, and combos, especially an Origin Trio combo to happen in this last stretch of the battle.

Izuku's 3 minute timer is put there in order to give everyone a chance to pitch in.

[butterfrogmantis]

Thinking about the human BV but it leaks into regular BV, I think Wooly is a weak reader.

He CAN read, he doesn't have dyslexia like Dreamy, he's just not very good. Humanverse!Wooly grew up in a town in the middle of bumfrick nowhere and spend most of his youth herding animals and only got the most basic ABCs from the local school; which was suffering for funds and decent teachers. He can read 'the dog has a big, red, ball' but never moved up to say, novels or classic literature. So he can read letters and stuff that arrive for him it just takes him a while and he does it alone.

He doesn't really like people knowing this about him. Sometimes he even feels a little inadequate, especially since his best friend is not only higher-education educated but also multilingual. Wrangler's been taught by the village too so technically even as a child Wrangler's literature surpasses Wooly and he doesn't like reading aloud because then people would know how slow he is to do so and might judge him. F.

SmurfVerse Wooly was sort of parentified by Papa, even if accidental, and spent so much time helping with all the younger Smurflings making sure they like, LIVED past 4 that by the time Papa was able to start educating the other older Smurflings into their language lessons Wooly was still kind of raising the younger ones and by the time THEY got to education w/ Papa Wooly was much older and playing Smurfball on the field instead, so he just kind of .. missed that section of life.

Either way he has lingering father issues /lh

Wooly (c) The Smurfs, Spinner adapted by me

Wrangler is mine

[iss600]

Oh No, I Have a New Ship

T.L.;D.R.: I like Doom Stone and Free Ranger from Skylanders: Swap Force, almost too much, and they've taken over my life like Stealthslinger did from 2013 to 2015.

That's right, I awaken from my annual "forget I have Tumblr and not post for ages" phase and I'm here to both stake my spot in the Skylanders tag once more...and also announce that I have found a new ship. Now, this isn't my first Skylanders ship I've ever shipped, that's Stealthslinger and I still love that with all my heart.

But, rarepairs seem to be where I find my calling because I've found one that I cannot stop thinking about. It's to my own detriment, I'll be honest because I've since rewritten Phantom of the Opera for these guys specifically and the SWAP Force by extension. This is what your brain is like on rarepairs and a 7 year fascination with Phantom of the Opera. Don't do rarepairs and a franchise, kids. Or else.

Anyway, please enjoy my 4th favorite Skylander Free Ranger who I would love to ramble about and his earthy boyfriend Doom Stone who I will let @doomstonee ramble about. She's got it covered from what I've browsed. By the way, this is the best piece of fanart of these two I've seen and I love it. Encapsulates the spinners so well.

Lastly, enjoy this image dump. All renders, some I just cobbled into one image.

P.S.: Maybe I'll post about my Skylanders A.U. and fangames. Maybe.

EDIT: I am definitely going to post at least once or twice (definitely more than I have of my Little Nightmares A.U. "Frysta: 1946". If not because I'm back on the hyperfixation grind of that 12 year old fangame and A.U. (no seriously, it's that old), then at least to justify why I made tornado birb over here a ballet dancer in it. Because, of all things to link to a character, this is one that would make me go "I'm sorry, what" if I saw it.

Oh, and I'll make sure to explain the whole "rewrote Phantom of the Opera for this ship" because that's so out of left field, even for me.

[diskaywrites]

Fluffvember 2024

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 #𝟐𝟐: 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐉𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 (𝐨𝐜) 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 ((𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜)) 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟:

.✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽

One of Austin Matelson's favorite places in the entire world was the inside of a natural history museum. While he was working PWG shows on the weekend, sometimes he would poke into the local museums just to see the exhibits. As a man with a masters in a historical field, learning had always appealed to him, though he completely understood that it was not everyone's cup of apple-cinnamon tea.

It certainly didn't seem like the cup of tea that the twins he found himself the surrogate father to enjoyed.

He wasn't quite sure how he had ended up with Jack and Jill Perry following his every move like hatchlings to their mothers. Maybe it had to do with Jack and himself being paired together during training. The curly haired young man, boy really, had latched onto Austin like a baby bird, though instead of constant squawking, Jack had been near mute. Austin was thankful for the little sign language he knew, able to communicate basically with Jack. It wasn't very long into the friendship that, one night after training, Jack had wordlessly tugged Austin behind him into his apartment to meet the other half of the twins, Jill. She was just as quiet, at first, but as the trio grew closer, Jill became more open and bubbly.

They became the closest to children that Austin had ever imagined having.

That meant making sure that the two were well-fed and, after moving in, that the house was running smoothly. In the beginning, the hardest thing was getting used to the twins routines. Jill and Jack had been so set on relying on only each other that the fact he had been let into their lives was special. Austin had done his best to let the two into his own routines. That included the museum trips and the special modifications it took for the other two to enjoy it.

Austin had to make sure that the travel bag was packed with the things they needed for the day. Jack needed a fidget that kept his fingers busy, something like a stress ball or fidget spinner, while Jill never went anywhere without her stuffed Curious George. Austin had only asked her about the animal once, the sad look on her face telling him everything. It was a present from her father. Austin had never asked again, simply accepting the doll to be part of their lives like the headphones she wore everywhere.

The fidgets and the headphones hadn't made the sensory experience of the La Brea Tar Pits Museum any easier.

The smell had been the issue for the twins, the rotten egg stench even a little overwhelming for him. Jack had been easier to help regulate. Jill, on the other hand, had needed to go into the museum building to get away from the smell. The trio had circled the gift shop and every time they passed it, Austin noticed that Jill's eyes were drawn to a new plush.

It was a triceratops, a brownish orange in color with brown horns in the same color as its frills. The inclusion in the stuffed animals of the tar pits was baffling to Ausin, seeing as how the tar pits were known for their Smilodon and mammoth, but it was there none-the-less. Jill's hazel eyes kept finding their way to the animal and so, when she and Jack left to go get a drink from the fountain, Austin made sure to pay for both that and a Smilodon for Jack.

He met them at the fountains, presenting the bags to their new respective owners. Jill squealed as she pulled the triceratops against her face, nuzzling it with closed eyes. She seemed so happy to have it in her grasp, cradling both her Curious George and her triceratops with equal adoration. Jack beamed as he placed his Smilodon in the pocket of his jacket, peeking out as if the animal was happy to see them. The siblings tossed their arms around Austin in a warm hug, which he returned.

If dinosaurs and prehistoric creatures were the way to their hearts? He'd keep that close to his own for the rest of his days.

[austerlitzborodinoleipzig]

I want Junhwan to try the heel-spin variation that Aleksandr Selevko does for his camel spin.

[moonveiltarot]

Some male characters medium height are 400+ or 500+ y/o btw

I know it doesn't make sense but as 150+cm irl, I don't looks like 23 either lol

I'm not familiar with this universe, so I didn't know that. Since he's 500 years old and an adult, I'll do the reading! I found this too! So it confirms what you said. 😄

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 ✨

Star Spinner Oracle: The Hermit. Strength. Page of Swords. 3 of Wands. The Wheel of Fortune. Page of Wands. The Lovers.

My Oracle: Seeking Revenge in reverse. Wifey. Bloodlust. Protection. Sugar Daddy. Femme Fatale. Power Couple. Dark Feminine.

Manara Erotic Oracle: Sweet Sobriety in Feelings. The roads to regret of remorse. Purity of purpose. Sharing tales of love and romance. That Secret Naughty Feeling.

Charms: fuzzy yellow chick, white cross, strawberry, white cat, red four leaf clover

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ✨

he thinks you are perfectly balanced as a couple – and he would want to be in a commitment with you. He feels like you're important and he has to protect you, since you're so important to him. You're someone he would stand up for and defend. If he was able to, he would want to propose to you.

Wanderer thinks you're not only sweet, but also capable of protecting yourself. There may have been an incident where he saw you defending yourself and you seemed to really enjoy it. It scared him at first, probably reminding him of his past somewhat. He doesn't want you to see that side of him until this point.

While he wants to move on from his past, he knows you would accept all parts of him, dark scary past included. No matter what it is.

I see him being ultra cuddly and, without warning, just walking up to you while you're drawing or writing or some other thing where you're sitting down, and he just lays his head on your lap. Like, he flops over, kind of lazy like.

He doesn't like that he has emotions, more specifically the romantic ones, as they are kinda uncomfortable for him. But he is glad it's for you. He sees you as his counterpart in every way.

His energy is very sweet.

He wants to work hard and get a lot of money. Before he ever approached you, he probably marked you as “his” in his mind. Like, he saw you one time and was like “That's mine.” And decided that moment you would be his future wife.

You are his goal to work toward. He puts you on a pedestal. Expect princess treatment – he will be spoiling the Hell out of you. He wants to spend, spend, spend money until you finally agree to be his wife.

He's very skilled at “unaliving” others, so he can come off as ruthless and deadly. Mean ... maybe evil to some people. But he seems like he's sweet to you and likes you. Especially if you give him snacks. He probably would say things in a bullying way, but you do it right back and he loves that. Even if he acts angry. I can see him doing a little amused smirk, but still angry that you bested him in some way.

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ✨

He feels like it would be up to chance to initiate a sexual encounter with you, but he would be open to that if it was possible.

He might not look like it, but he has pretty naughty thoughts sometimes. He keeps it hidden well behind a more aloof demeanor. He imagines what you would look like on top, riding him. He mostly thinks about protecting you from danger, but sexually he wants to protect you from predatory folk who would use you in that way.

He finds you to be arousing, especially with how cuddly you are. He doesn't want anyone else to “hit that” if you get my meaning. He wants to be the only one who is with you in that way. He is possessive and wants to shield you from the world. Especially sexually. He doesn't want you to be with or even near anyone else.

He would make sure he gave you the best and most passionate kisses before going any further. He wants you to feel safe and to give him the go ahead. He wouldn't refrain from doing it in an open grassy field in the broad light of day, but he would keep you covered, probably with his jacket or whatever he has on hand.

Considering how thoughtful he is, he would have a blanket already laid on the ground with some food and drinks. Like a picnic. He might also like music and have some playing on his phone, but try not to be obvious about it.

I see the mood switching from a casual picnic and kind of boring with not much conversation to suddenly you're looking up at him while he's making love to you. He would make sure you get yours first, multiple times. Oral too. He is feral about you!

Afterward, he'd clean you both up quickly, pack things up and just act very non-chalant like nothing just happened.

Then he would put his arm around you and rest his head on yours. Or your shoulder. He's tiny lol. But not where it counts.

At least, that's how he imagines it. Realistically, he loves your appearance and your body. You know how to make him want to chase you and you know when to apply just enough pressure that he feels anxious about you leaving. You know how to stand up for yourself and that arouses him. Especially since you have a playful, fun and mysterious vibe.

He feels like you match his energy well. He thinks luck is on his side, for the most part and he will put this plan into action. He might also have some kinky fantasies involving blood spilling, but nothing evil or murderous. Like vampire / kitty bites on the neck.

He wants to leave a mark on you somewhere, which arouses him to know your his and it's a little secret you both keep. He would laugh at himself if he said that out loud, though.

He likes your voice. It's soothing to him and seductive. He feels like you're teasing him every time you speak to him. Even if you're not. It's just how his horny male brain works. He can't help wanting you. You have a way of making him thirsty for your love, for your body. He finds himself craving you and wanting to be near you, inhale your scent and play with your hair. He wants to just be tangled up with you all day and all night.

He's afraid his past will come back to haunt him and that his current mission, which he is totally dedicated to, will get in the way of you both. He can't find the time to make a special rendezvous with you and that's what he wants more than anything. He wouldn't want anyone or anything getting in the way, trying to help or interfering, so he'd just keep all this to himself.

BUT like I said before, he will find a way to plan this and see it through! Even if it's just hooking up in a meadow somewhere. He has to get you all alone. He wants to be the more dominant one, but more than likely, you'll be the one leading him into the sexual encounter.

Conclusion: This man likes you. He sees you as his perfect match and wonders if you see it too. He can't tell if you like him or are just toying with him, but that makes him excited and want to pursue you. (i posted this yesterday lol, but i wasn't sure if you got notified!)

[zaftikat]

since our wife couldn't join us for Belles and Chimes, we went out together to run it back and get another couple of games in, so we have another Puppy Pinball update:

The Lord; Da Rings: Uncanny X-men is cool as hell, and we (our system) have gotten a lot better at ball control just by playing more.

Cabin Fever just got in the latest Stern table, The Uncanny X-men, and it looks visually stunning.

(Ref [Img 1]) It's playing extremely fast and flipper strength is actually the most uncanny part about it, but it's so much fun. we even managed to put up a leaderboard score that we think is pretty respectable.

in 6th overall, Zaftikat with a score of 31,257,620

(Ref [Img 2]) we also went back to some of the tables we wanted to improve on from the night before, and improve we did!

On Pulp Fiction we went from scoring 71,720 to putting up a much healthier 401,560! A bit more time with aiming skill practice, and we could demolish that score too.

(ref [Img 3]) However, the real highlight of the night was the score we put up on our best beloved Attack from Mars! These bitches shot 3,661,194,420, which as we all know, is the Maritan Sex number

(Ref [Img 4]) Here's a last bonus image of a graffito in the all gender washroom:

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Image ID Zone

[Img 1] A top down photo of The Uncanny X-Men Pinball by Stern, released in 2024. Visible on the playfield are numerous lights and images of various X men characters, similar to how they appear in the animated series from the 1990s. The field is lit in a pleasing sentinel purple, with 4 visible wireframes, 2 pop bumpers, and only one slingshot. In the upper third centre right of the field is a giant Sentinel head, beside it is a standee of beast and a newton ball slider. The centre upper third is surrounded by a left ramp, a right ramp, and two left orbits. The middle third has a pop bumper themed after Gambit, and an orbit themed for Kitty Pryde, above another themed for magneto, who also features below the sentinel head as a playfield magnet (duh). The bottom third is where things get wild. The main field and flippers are shifted to the right to accomodate a mini flipper and mini-zone above the mini flipper. This mini-zone is labeled "the danger room" It contains a spinner, an orbit, a ramp, and a pop bumper themed after Bishop. An even more unique feature is the outlane wireframe, which runs below the main flippers to deposit the ball into the Danger Room.

[Img 2] A photo of the Cabin Fever leaderboards for the Uncanny X-men high scores. ThaDocta420 is in first with 92,990,540. A Small Owl is in second wtih 87,945,230. Conky is in third with 42,834,280. Scrubsta is in 4th with 39,057,440. Johnny Bee is in 5th with 33,162,550. Zaftikat (us) are in 6th with 31,257,620. 3Spinners is in 7th with 24,917,600. Steckles is in 8th with 13,469,100. And rounding out at 9th is our wife Nocturnmusings with 10,859,980.

[Img 3] A composite image of two photographs of the scoreboard for Pulp Fiction a modern-retro inspired pinball machine made by Chicago Gaming Company. The first image, from 10/23 shows three scores; P1 on 169,680 P2 on 195,700, and P3 (the relevant score) on 71,720. The second image, from 10/24, shows 1 score on 401,560, a quintupling of the previous score.

[Img 4] The Attack from Mars dot matrix display on the number match screen. It shows a score of 3,661,194,420 in green and in cyan and white (respectively) Match 90. Around the screen you can see the topper depicting some really weird looking martians kidnapping a woman in the style of a 50s pulp novel. Below the screen is the logo for Bally gaming, and a bit of the playfied is visible with 2 flying saucer lights peeking out.

[Img 5] a black marker graffito that reads "I heart t4t"

[zenmasterlover]

I’m a sucker for bad boy x good girl tropes! So here’s a few (some spoilers!):

Jackie x Hyde (That 70s Show)- very obvious

Rory x Jess (Gilmore Girls)- I WISH THEY WERE END GAME!!! I always thought Jess (or Logan) was the best for Rory. Jess had my heart from the beginning, it obviously helped that he was a pretty boy, but Jess was always gentle with Rory and had an academia side that he didn’t show because it would ruin his bad boy image

John B x Sarah (Outer Banks)- CANNOT GER ENOUGH OF THESE TWO! Their chemistry is amazing. Typical poor, bad boy and rich, good girl trope! Just a chef’s kiss

Brenda x Dylan (90210)- Dylan is so misunderstood and has a very dark past but when Brenda comes in, he changes for the better. I love how Brenda accepts him and helps him through his alcoholism and abandonment issues. When Brenda’s parents tried to split them up and they eventually parted ways, I cried like a baby

Blair x Chuck (Gossip Girl)- obviously Chuck isn’t your typical bad boy because of his nice upbringing but he does love blackmailing people and making people’s lives difficult lol! He loved seeing people’s lives fall to flames but Blair changed that. Blair also had some icky tendencies, even though she presents herself like an angel. But Blair melts Chuck’s tough exterior and bring out the good guy in him

Haley x Nathan (One Tree Hill)- OK HEAR ME OUT: Nathan isn’t a typical bad boy but he has his tendencies and isn’t very focused on academics! He has Haley tutor her. I really believe they brought out the best in each other and even got through a teen pregnancy together

Emma x Spinner (Degrassi Next Gen)- love how they didn’t get together in high school but ended up together after that fated night :)

Claire x John (The Breakfast Club)- touched on this last night. Their relationship disgusts me a bit though in the movie because John treats her terribly (don’t get me started on the scene where John is under Claire’s table and puts his head between her legs). I like to be optimistic and believe that after the movie, John was better to her now that they were something. I love the end of the movie where Claire gives him her earring and he puts it in his own ear! Fun fact: the famous walkout scene where John is on the football field was filmed at my high school (along with some other scenes!)

Rapunzel x Flynn (Tangled)- another typical bad boy, good girl trope! I love when he takes her to see the lights!!

Sandy x Danny (Grease)- Jackie would eat this up for sure

Jane x Richie (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies)- I love how Jane was like the leader of the Pink Ladies until a rumor and after she met Richie (leader of the T-Birds), she stood up for herself because he gave her courage

Belle x The Beast (Beauty and the Beast)- I just love them so much. It’s such a typical trope… the Beast has a soft spot for her after years of being a “hideous beast” and they start to love each other. This was my favorite princess movie as a kid

[autumnslance]

(@driftward) Send-a-heart? How about three? 💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss, 🤍 kiss at the wedding / milestone, 🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

Some bots are menaces. 3 short scenes, what finally came to mind, not maybe what's expected in all cases:

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

The Imperial soldiers were close, having taken note of movement in the alley.

“Swiving—Can you follow my lead?” Iyna asked quietly.

Valdeaulin frowned. “I think so—”

“Then push me against the wall—quick!” she maneuvered herself into position.

He hesitated only briefly, dropping his staff to the ground before doing as she asked, standing close, hands on her shoulders. As the first soldiers came around the corner and shone their light down the alley, she almost startled him by laughing.

“Darling! We’re going to be seen like this!”

“Who’s there?” A soldier demanded.

Iyna pretended to let out a giggly little shriek of surprise. “Looks like you were right, dear,” Valdeaulin said a little too loudly, trying to affect a slightly-drunken stagger while pawing at his partner. He blinked at the Garleans. “Oy, we’re havin’ a moment, here!”

“Ugh, bloody savages,” the soldier grumbled. “Get back to your homes, citizens.” 

“Unless you’re willing to share,” his partner said just loud enough for them to hear as they began to stagger together down the alley, Iyna “accidentally” kicking the “stick” on the ground ahead of them, the Garlean’s light having already turned away.

“Really?” the first soldier said as they moved on.

They sighed in relief. “That was a little too close,” Valdeaulin muttered. “We need to get back to Severa and the others.”

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🤍 kiss at the wedding / milestone

“And now, by the grace of Halone, and in the Light of the Crystal’s Blessing, I pronounce you husband and wife!” Comfraire decreed, smiling.

Emelia laughed as Corran dipped her into a passionate kiss, the few gathered friends cheering and laughing with them, colorful spring flower petals falling around them in the soft, warm winds of Coerthas.

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🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

“Go go go!” Howling Rain shouted as the debris from the moon exploded onto the battleground. He tracked Dark Autumn, her long-legged stride taking her from the field; fast enough? Twelve, he hoped so; he had sworn to his cousin he’d watch out for her girl. This was the best he could do now.

He lost sight of Dark, which meant she had no sight on him, and he finally allowed himself to slump and then fall, the wound on his side from that imperial halberd bleeding heavily.

“Howl!” Dancing Lily crawled toward him, one of her legs mangled by magitek. He reached out, hauling her closer as soon as he could grab her armor.

There was an odd second of silence as Dalamud pulsed, fire running up the artificial slides to let loose whatever was inside.

Dance tried to staunch the bleeding on his side, weeping.

“Hey, pretty lady,” he said lightly. He tucked his hand under her chin, making her look up. His own face was wet, thinking absurdly how she would never dance again, even if they had the Spinner’s luck in getting out of this hell. “I love you, Dance.”

Sound returned, drowning out her response, but he didn’t need to hear it when he saw the shape of the words in her mouth. He leaned in to kiss her one last time as the moon exploded and fire rained down.