#ooh he's gonna getcha!!!!

[automatonknight]

id: a digital drawing of solaire from dark souls. he’s fully visible, standing up and facing the viewer. he’s slightly sticking his left foot out and at the same time raising his left hand far above his head, summoning a lightning spear that’s been stylized to look more like a sun. his shield is raised at chest-level, but not covering his body entirely. the background is black. end id

[erosmutt]

﹙🎃﹚FILTH PIG : 𝔥. 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔬

〣 ﹒▨﹕ CONTENT WARNINGS﹒gunplay, blasterplay, vaginal penetration with the barrel of a gun, piv sex, wall sex, chubby reader

♫ ㆍ TRACK OF CHOICE ㆍSlip It In ♱ Black Flag

⿻﹒︴BNUUY'S NOTES . i made up for it being late by making it longer! love you guys :D also yes, chubby reader. know why? han likes chubby girls, end of story. eee this is my fav one of my kinktober fics i've written! han solo they could never make me hate you.

"Well well, looks like the pretty little smuggler got herself in quite the pickle, huh?"

Shoving you against the dingy alley wall, Han drags the tip of his blaster across your bottom lip, a smug grin plastering itself on his face at the flicker of annoyance in your eyes. "Now, don't play coy. We've both got some collective debts to square up." He chuckles, the scent of stale sweat and cheap booze wafting off him. "Don't you fret princess, I'll getcha outta this mess. For a price."

Dropping the pistol between your legs, he rubs the cold metal against your clothed slit, rubbing it up and down your sensitive folds. Leaning in close, his breath hot on your ear, he murmurs, "Feel that steel on those pretty lips, don't you?"

His other hand roams your curves possessively, squeezing your heavy tits before sliding down to squeeze your ass. A needy whimper escapes your throat as your hips grind against the weapon teasing your aching cunt. "Ooh, gettin' all wet for me already, ain'tcha sugar? Bet this tight little pussy's just dyin' to be stuffed full."

Your heart races as you reach up with a trembling hand to trace your fingertips along his jaw, feeling the stubble. "I'm all out of credits," you admit quietly as to not have your voice echo. Tugging your panties aside, he shoves the short blaster barrel into your hole, stretching you. "That's it sweetheart, take it nice 'n deep."

Han grunts, eyes trained on your curves with hunger. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he starts thrusting the barrel in and out of your slick heat, forearm strained. "Ungh, fuck, ride it baby, just like that," he groans, picking up the pace. The lewd squelch of your cunt fills the stale air as he pistons the weapon faster.

A broken moan spills from your lips, head falling back against the rough brick wall as pleasure courses through your veins. Your thighs quiver, toes curling slightly in your boots as your rock against the thrusts. "Han, don' fucking stop, needa cum," you pant.

Suddenly, the blaster is gone, leaving you empty and aching. You barely have time to whine at the loss before the blunt tip of his cock is teasing your entrance, hot and hard and huge. "Beg for it," Han orders in a deep rumble. "Wanna hear how bad this greedy pussy wants to be split open on my dick."

You lift one of your legs and place it on his hip. "Fuck me," you whisper. "Please, fuck me," you keen desperately, reaching down between your legs and spreading yourself shamelessly. With a triumphant snarl, he slams himself up to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your vision nearly whites out, hands finding his shoulders as a silent scream catches in your throat while he stretches you beyond anything you've taken before. "Fuck yes," he grunts.

Han sets a harsh pace, each thrust slamming you back up against the nasty wall and stealing your breath. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoes obscenely in the alley as he pounds you with abandon, grunting filthy praise and demands. "That's it," he growls. "gonna fuckin' wreck your little cunt, yeah?" All you can do is hang on for dear life, nails scratching against his clothed shoulders as he rails you without mercy. The coil of tension winds tighter and tighter in your tummy, nerve endings feeling sparked. "'m gonna- fuck, 'm gonna cum!" You cry, eyes shut tight.

His fingers find your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that's all it takes to send you over the edge. Your walls clench around his shaft as you cum, orgasm dizzying you, coming in waves. "Gonna fill this pretty cunt up," Han mutters. "breed ya fuckin' stupid." With a final thrust, he cums, painting your insides with his hot seed. You shudder and mewl as you feel it pump deep, claiming you.

He stays buried inside you as he softens, large hands stroking your lovehandles uncharacteristically tenderly. "There we go, princess. One debt settled." Drawing back, fluids drip from your cunt obscenely, making him smirk, much to your irritation. "We'll sort out the rest later, yeah?" For now," he leans in and captures your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, before pulling away and flashing you a wink.

"Clean up sweetheart, don't let any other sleaze come fuck you, ya hear?" He tugs his pants up and adjusts his belt. You roll your eyes as you fix your own clothes. "Whatever, Solo." He shoves his blaster back into its holster, pinches your cheek, then goes on his way.

What a dick; but what else could you expect from Han Solo? Nothing. He's a good for nothing sleemo, but by the Force, he could lay it down.

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[cringemesstickles]

Anticipation

(TickleTober Day 1: Anticipation)

Summary: Just Weechesters being silly and cute

Pairing: NONE!!!

Word count: 1258

A/N: ik the title is so creative lmao. Anyway, here’s some weechesters to get me into the swing of things cuz I actually haven’t written very much of them 😭

Yeah this is just fluffy garbage. Enjoy :)

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The small motel room glowed with playful energy as the two brothers wrestled on one of the beds, the elder easily overpowering the younger. Unsurprisingly, their father, John, was off on a hunt, leaving Dean to care for his four-year-old brother. 

Of course, with Dean as his only companion, Sam was bound to get bored, so he’d end up picking fights with his big brother, even though he knew he was likely to lose.

As predicted, their little scuffle ended with Dean carefully straddling Sam’s hips, pinning his arms above his head with one hand, while the other formed a claw shape and hovered above the younger’s stomach.

��I’m gonna get you, Sammy!” Dean growled, his fingers wiggling just above the kid’s tummy.

“Nooo, go away, De!” Sam protested, already giggling up a storm.

“Nuh-uh! You asked for it, little brother! Now the tickle monster’s gonna getcha!”

The playful threat made little Winchester squeal, shaking his head as excitement filled his laughter.

“Eeek!! No tickle monster! Hehehe!”

The sight of his younger brother tittering with excitement made Dean’s heart melt, completely overwhelmed with affection. This is how he wanted Sam to feel all the time—happy, giddy, and without a care in the world. He would do anything to keep the kid in this joyous state.

“Yes, tickle monster! He’s coming for you, Sammy-boy!” Dean’s fingers halted their movements momentarily as he pinched the hem of Sam’s shirt, slowly lifting it to reveal the soft skin of his belly. The gesture caused Sam’s eyes to widen, and his laughter spiked in anticipation, his little body wriggling as if he were already being tickled. The reaction made Dean’s grin widen.

“Ooh, giggling already? You know… that only makes the tickle monster wanna strike even more!”

“Dehehee!! Pleeeease!!”

To anyone else, that might have sounded like a plea for mercy—a little kid desperate for his brother to stop and let him go. But Dean knew his little brother better than anyone, and those pleas? They weren’t for him to stop—no, no—they were for him to keep going.

“Alright, alright… you want me to quit teasing?”

The response was a little nod. The kid just wanted Dean to stop with the anticipation and teasing… he wanted the real deal!

“No more teasing, De!” Sam huffed, his cheeks already flushed with both laughter and embarrassment.

Dean replied with a simple “Okay,” before releasing Sam’s wrists and using both hands to hover over the kid’s exposed tummy, fingers wiggling menacingly as before. What the elder did next caused the younger’s eyes to widen and his giggles to pick back up.

“Five… four…”

Dean started to count down, his fingers slowly lowering with each number.

Sam squeaked and started to flail, using his now freed hands to grab onto his older brother’s wrists, though he didn’t have the strength to push them away. If the anticipation wasn’t strong before, it sure as hell was now.

“De, nohoho!” Sam pleaded emptily, his expression glowing with giddiness. But Dean didn’t stop, his fingers lowering even more as he reached zero.

“Two… two and a half…” His hands were now centimeters above the quivering skin, but he stopped wiggling, simply holding them still. The room went silent as Sam held his breath, his gaze locked onto Dean’s hands.

Then suddenly, Dean shouted, “ONE!!” before gently digging his fingers into Sam’s soft tummy, causing the younger to shriek and burst into high-pitched laughter, writhing and kicking under the sudden attack.

“EEK!! Dehehehe, noooo!!” Sam cackled, his brown hair whipping back and forth as he shook his head.

Dean couldn’t hold back a chuckle of his own, his heart swelling at how adorable his little brother looked.

“Grrr! The tickle monster’s got you now, Sammy! There’s no escaping his wrath!” he teased, skittering his blunt nails all over the boy’s lower belly. Each poke, scratch, and scribble left the little Winchester in further hysterics, his cheeks a rosy shade, decorated with those precious little dimples that never failed to bring a smile to Dean’s face.

How could one little boy hold so much weight in a person’s life? Despite the darkness that engulfed the world outside, each little giggle from the boy seemed to fill their small motel room with balls of sunshine.

Dean paused the tickles momentarily to give the kid a chance to breathe.

“Hey, Sammy… y’know what would make this even better?” he asked with a smirk, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“W-What?” Sam tilted his head innocently, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as he continued to giggle.

In a blur of motion, Dean grabbed Sam’s wrists in each hand and pinned them on either side of him.

“Raspberries!”

Sam’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, and he couldn’t get a single word out before his brother’s lips connected with his belly, blowing a loud, messy raspberry into the soft skin.

The younger let out a shrill shriek and tugged at his arms, his legs kicking wildly in every direction. His laughter was loud and infectious, able to melt even the coldest of hearts. Maybe if their father could hear it, it could even melt his…

After some time, Dean relented, not wanting to kill his little brother with tickles. He sat beside the giggling child, rubbing his tummy to ease the leftover tickles.

“You alright, Sammy?” he asked, just to be sure, his fingers instinctively moving to run through Sam’s soft, brown hair.

Sam opened his mirthfully teary eyes, looking up at his big brother with utmost admiration. He nodded tiredly, leaning into the elder’s hand.

“Uh-huh… that was fun, De.”

The response made Dean smile warmly, his chest tightening. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to his brother’s forehead.

“Yeah, it was. But I bet you’re tired now, huh?”

That made Sam pout a bit. “I’m not—” he was cut off by his own yawn, signaling that he was indeed tired.

He averted his gaze, smiling timidly. “Maybe a little…”

Dean snorted, shaking his head in exasperation.

“You’re such a dork.” He grinned, affectionately ruffling Sam’s hair before pulling him into his lap.

“I think Scooby-Doo is on right now… you wanna sit on the couch and eat ice cream while we watch it?”

The offer made Sam’s eyes light up, and he quickly shot up, ecstatic.

“Yes!!” he exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.

The giddy response coaxed a laugh out of Dean as he stood up, playfully slinging Sam over his shoulder and walking them over to the couch.

“Alright, alright! Someone’s excited!”

Sam squealed as Dean plopped him onto the couch before following suit, pulling the kid close to his side.

“Now, you stay here while I grab us some ice cream… then we’ll watch as much Scooby-Doo as you want.”

Sam giggled and gave his brother a big hug. “Love you, De!”

The simple display of affection caught Dean off guard, and he froze momentarily before wrapping his arms around the smaller boy, giving him a squeeze.

“I-I love you too, Sammy…”

And so, the Winchester brothers spent the rest of the afternoon snuggled up under a blanket, sharing a bowl of ice cream, laughing at the cartoon dog getting into mischief and occasionally helping catch the bad guys.

When Sam eventually fell asleep, curled up against Dean’s side, Dean couldn’t have been more proud to be a big brother.

[missamyrisa2]

What would you do if you got your hands on a boy who thinks edging and loving on his prince part wouldn't affect him much, but you prove him wrong and make his prince part throb so much he's begging for release? Silly teasy phrases while edging him and asking him if he feels anything embarrasses him, and he has a foot fetish so he's also weak to having teasy feet in his face when it happens. He begs for release but you don't let him and tease him about not being effected so he shouldn't be throbbing or wanting for release

Ahhhh in my experience, like everyyyy guy thinks they can beat the edge. Especially when I come in with the feather. Like ooh yeah, that stupid little feather what's that ever gonna do. And it's perfect because that's like tickling, so many tough guys think tickling is no big deal even guys who have been on racks and frames and been tortured before. Oooh you just keep up that macho facade because it makes it everrrrr so much more ~tantalizing~ when I get you melted, when I hit that critical moment and make your body bend to my will and betray yours. You knooww I'm gonna goochie goochie gooo youuuuu ~ yesss my darling boyyyy my pretty pretty boyyy I'm gonna getcha goonnna gitchie gitchie getchaa with my feather and your adorable stubborn prince part. Ahh you say it's just a feather. And yes, it is yes it isssss so let's just get miss feather kissy kissying under that tip and let's just seee if we can wake up mr. rod huh?

Yeahhhh you're a toughie, you won't get all hard. You're not naughty nooooo tickles don't do anyyything to you and neither do my feeeeet. Yeahh, my feet are getting tired sitting here as you not-crumble and not-giggle with my feather kissying under your length and my fingers idlyyy tracing your thighs. So let's just park my tootsies over hereeee right by your face. Yeahh I'm gonna lay down here if that's quite alright with you and keep taunting your adorable ~manhood~ with this feather feather. I'm sure you don't mind sunshine, right? That's just my soft soft feather going up and down your length and kissing the tippy tip and ahh yeah my toes on that foot are playing in your armpittty, sorrryy but at least the other is keeping you company right? My toes just grazing on your cheeeek and your neck? How do you like my purple polish babydoll? Maybe I should do yours next~

Right, right, tough guyyyy yeah. I know. I knowww you aren't melting at all. I mean, say you were making little gasp and whimpers as I tickled your mr. rod and feeted your face ~ that would mean you're naughty and not only that but a cute naughty boy who lied to me. Ahhh if that were to happen I would well, I'd mercilessly edge you and tickle you and when you were whimpering on the tingly precipice of a gigglegasm, right at the tiiip of spilling your snickerdrops, I'd make sure to pamper your toes like my own and give you a sparkly coating so you never forget how adorable you were when I was getting you soooo sooo unbearably hardddd ~ oooh noo~! Oooh no darling! Oooh myyy goodness, oh my doodlebugs! You ~are~ hard, aren't youuuu? Don't lieeeee I seeeee how stiff you've gotten down here. You just can't help being so wicked can ya?

You knowww what that meanssss~ ooh yesss, first class ticket to edgyyyy town and an all expenses paid vacation with just me and my feather until you're nothing but a whimpering mewling messss for your ticklemama. Ooh yes, that's exactly what I am because you're my tickleboy and you're gonna tell me allll about how naughty you are and how much you loooove your tickles and want them so bad ~ you can't resist them uh uhhh you can't escape this, precioussss. I knoww I knoww you wanna cum so bad huhhhh? Sooo naughty, begging me for such a thing. Don't worry, you can have some moreee of my toesssss in your face and some feeetty face hugs while I keep your cuuute rod alllll excited and wantttyyy ~ oooh ohh was that a giggledrop? Awww did my sweeeet tickleboy dew for meeee? Look at youuuuu ~ just look at you~! What a goooood boy what a gooood tickleboyyyy ~ let's just sit and appreciate what a lovely gigglebug you are, coming in here all tough no-laughy man and now nothing but a whimpering wanting dewing sillyyy tickleboyyyy ~ ticklemama's gonna have some funnnn with youuuu ooh yesss darling ~ we're gonna reallly get to know each other alll night nowww ~ <3

[dumbstuffsstuff]

Albedo’s Revenge || Lee! Kaeya , Ler!Klee and Albedo

(This fic is not a continuation of any previous fics, sorry guys! Just lee! Kaeya :))

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Albedo was on his way to look for his little sister. He knew where to find her, and there was a specific reason why he needed to talk to her. It’s a common thing for Albedo and Kaeya to hang out together, but recently Kaeya has discovered a weakness in Albedo. A weakness that Kaeya learned to take advantage of quickly. Luckily, Albedo knew just the person to help him execute his brilliant plan of getting Kaeya back.

“Klee? Are you here?” Albedo knocks on Acting Grand Master Jean’s office door, she allows him entry and he sees Klee drawing pictures on the floor.

Klee gasps when she sees the person she loves most, “Mister Albedo!!!”

“Hey, Klee! Come on, we have a task to complete.”

“Bye Jean!” Klee waves at the master and the two siblings head to Kaeya’s office. Before they step in, Albedo kneels to whisper to Klee.

“I have a secret to tell you.”

“Ooh, a secret?”

“Yes, but you can’t tell anyone okay?”

“I promise.”

“Did you know that Kaeya is very ticklish?”

Klee’s eyes sparkle, and Albedo’s plan has been put into action.

“Kaeya?! No way! That’s so funny! We have to go test it out!”

“Yes! But we have to be sneaky or else he’ll know what we’re up to,” Albedo winks. Klee grins and they head into the knight’s office.

“Ah,” Kaeya greets, “You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

Albedo grunts and hides his blush with his hand.

“And you brought Klee with you! How nice,” Kaeya kneels to give Klee a high five. Klee takes it and smiles knowingly.

“What brings you here?”

“We just have a few questions to ask you,” Albedo cracks his knuckles and nods at Klee. Kaeya furrows a brow.

“Uh, alright?” He flinches when Albedo sneaks up behind him, “What are you-?”

Albedo grabs Kaeya’s arms and lifts them above his head.

“Hey! What is the problem?!” Kaeya shouts.

“Say, Kaeya. Are you still ticklish by any chance?” Kaeya chokes on his breath. He says nothing, but his cheeks darken and he squirms in place.

“Klee?”

“I’m gonna getcha, Captain Kaeya!”

“W-Wait!”

Klee can only reach up far enough to tickle his knees.

“Ack! Kleehee! Wahait!” His knees buckle as he tries to be standing, but the devious geo behind him lets go of his hands and digs into his sides.

“WHAHahahah! Ahahalbedo! Klee! Wahahait! Thahat tihickles!” Kaeya falls to the floor, gripping his sides and twisting around to escape the tickling fingers.

“That’s kind of the point,” Albedo chuckles. Klee also helps Albedo with tickling his sides, Kaeya can really only lay there and take it, for he didn’t want to hurt Klee with an attempt to fight back, but he’d for sure be getting Albedo later.

“AHAHahahha! N-NOhohoOho! Nohot my stohomach!”

Albedo plays with Kaeya’s ribs and Klee wiggles her small fingers over the knight’s stomach. He tries to suck in his stomach but it does nothing.

“Tickle, tickle Captain Kaeya!”

“Klee! PleHEHEehease! Ihihit tiHIHIhickles sohoo much!”

“Hmm, I wonder…”

“Ahahah! S-Shuhut up, Albedo!”

“Now that’s rude, I’m not going to show mercy for that one.”

“Wahahahait! I’m sohoHOHORY! NOOHHOHOHO!”

Albedo had dug into his underarms, causing Kaeya to buck his hips and flinch. It was his weakest spot and Albedo knew this. He felt a tinge of embarrassment for having Klee to see him this way, but at the same time he enjoyed seeing her have fun (and maybe he didn’t mind Albedo tickling him either, but he’d never admit to that).

“Mister Kaeya! I wanna show you something!” Klee says with a smile.

“Ohoho yeahah? Whahat?” He giggles as Albedo switched to drilling small circles in his underarms.

Klee remembers a tactic that Albedo sometimes uses on her, she lifts the captains shirt and inhales greatly. Kaeya squirms, waving his hands but he can’t stop the devious child from her task.

“NOONO! K-KLEE WAHAHAHAHAIT!! AHAHAHA! AHALBEDOHOHO!” Albedo continued his attack on his underarms. Kaeya’s face was flushed red and tears started to form.

“OHOHOKAY! OKAY! AHahaha plehehease! Mehercy!”

Albedo gave Klee a sign to stop, and he himself got off the knight.

“Welp! Look at the time, I have to go now. Bye Kaeya!”

Albedo scurried off before Kaeya could grab him, but he managed to scoop Klee into hos arms and tickled her tummy.

“EHehehe! Mihister Kaeya! Nohohoo!” Klee giggles as she halfheartedly tries to push Kaeya’s fingers away.

“You really thought you could tickle me and get away with it?”

“Whahat about myhy brohother?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll get him next~.”

“I can help! I know all his spots!”

“Brilliant!”

~~~

Fin!

[boosmidnighthour]

As promised, here's the other Christmas one-shot I had been working on in it's entirety before I kinda just... didn't want to do it anymore. Happy New Year, by the way! Not really excited for 2025, but I hope writing will be something I can cope through it with.

Working Title: Merry Rating: General Audience Pairing: None (at least not one that I had come up with)

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“You've never celebrated Christmas?!”

Zane winced at the sudden exclamation from Jay, who was still staring at him with his jaw dropped. He suddenly wished he had never said anything, all of his fellow ninja - including Wu and Lloyd - now looking at him. He was already strange enough; he didn't think that not having celebrated a holiday would make him that much stranger.

“Wh-What- What about Hanukkah? Kwanzaa?” Jay listed, looking near desperate.

“Uh… no?”

The lightning ninja stormed over and gripped his shoulders, a dark look in his mismatched eyes. “What the hell is wrong with your parents-”

“Dude, stop,” Cole finally stepped in, separating the two. “You're freaking him out.”

“Well… it is weird,” Kai admitted, Zane's heart sinking at the honesty. “Like, what kind of family doesn't celebrate the holidays? Even Nya and I managed every year, and we were flat broke!”

The ice ninja tapped his fingers awkwardly as the three argued for his sake, desperately trying to remember if maybe he had celebrated one of those holidays. It bugged him that he didn't know. Why couldn't he remember anything before a few months ago? He had an excellent memory!

After a few minutes, Jay finally sighed. “Okay, okay.” He looked over at the platinum blonde, a faint frown still on his face. “We're gonna make this the best first Christmas we can for you,” he started. “But first, let's watch a few Christmas movies; it'll getcha in the spirit of things!” A smile rose to his face, encouraging Zane's lips to mirror it.

Jay had quite the infectious smile, really.

So, with little Lloyd in tow, they headed to the living space. Cole and Kai went to grab  more seating, while Jay went off to grab some blankets and pillows, leaving Zane with Lloyd and… oh, Wu went off somewhere. It was just Zane and Lloyd.

The air felt stuffy between the two. It wasn't like they were the closest. Really, Zane should be more used to being the odd one out. But Lloyd made an effort to break the ice.

“Are you telling the truth?” he asked, eyeing the much taller student suspiciously.

“... Why would I lie about such a trivial subject?”

“Pity.” Lloyd looked him up and down for a moment before looking away. “But I guess your childhood could have sucked.”

Zane frowned at that, and didn't say much else, allowing the green ninja to suck at his candy cane.

Cole and Kai had managed to find a couple of beanbags, one of which Lloyd immediately jumped into. Nya would most likely take the other whenever she got back from her shopping trip. The folded chairs they had also grabbed were placed against the wall for now.

Jay was busy carefully taking his large pile of soft things down the hall, tapping his foot around in search of any tripping hazards. Zane took some from the pile, enough for the blue clad ninja to be able to see. With a quick thanks, he led the other over to the couch and plopped them down. Then he got busy working on making the seating arrangements more comfortable.

Cole gestured for Zane to follow him, and he was led to the kitchen. “Usually, we would have had more festive snacks to eat from, but this was kind of short notice,” he admitted sheepishly. He opened up a cabinet and pulled out a few popcorn packets. “Can you grab the M&M's? Ooh, and maybe a few candy canes, too?”

The ice ninja did as he was told, returning to his side with all of the requested candies when the microwave beeped. The earth ninja poured the first bag of popcorn into a bowl, then grabbed a handful of the M&M's, mixing it into the snack food. The candy cane he grabbed was crushed and sprinkled in, too.

“Won't the candy cane be a choking hazard?” Zane worried, though was quite pleased with the additions.

“Nah, it'll be fine.” That did little to soothe him. “Help me make a few more bowls, and we'll join the others.”

By the time they had finished and walked back to the living space, balancing a few bowls on their arms, Jay had finished comfy-ifying the couch, and Kai and Lloyd had picked out a few movies.

“What, needed supervision while you were in the kitchen?” Jay teased Cole, snickering at the embarrassment shown on his face.

“Can you seriously stop? I'm plenty capable of cooking on my own! I just wanted to show Zane a good snack.”

“Uh-huh…”

The two bickered while Zane set his bowls down on the coffee table that had been pushed in for just this occasion. Looking around, it was starting to feel a little home-y in here… it made him smile a little. It made him excited to see more of this holiday and its traditions.

As he was admiring the once shabby living space, Nya came in, arms full of paper bags. She grunted a bit with the effort of carrying them, but refused to put them down until she got to a table set aside for mostly decoration. She breathed out a sigh of relief as soon as she was done.

Though it was rather cold outside, she wasn't nearly as bundled up as Kai usually was. Her coat was unzipped, her scarf laying across her shoulders and down her torso instead of wrapped around her neck, and her hat was stuffed inside of one of her pockets. 

“Ooh, what didja get?” Kai started toward her until the end of a broomstick was jabbed towards his throat.

“Christmas presents,” Nya answered, more nonchalantly than her actions. “No peeking.” She proceeded to swing the broom at all of them. “That includes all of you.”

“Can I still help you?” Zane asked. “You looked to have been struggling with them, and there are many.”

She looked at all of the bags she had dropped on the table and she sighed. “Fine…”

“Ooh, good one, Zane!” Jay whispered with a gleeful smile. “You gotta tell us if you see anything good.”

That left him rather confused. Did Jay think he was trying to trick Nya? Or ignore her warning? He shook his head a little, incredulous, before making his way over to the ravenette and taking about half of the bags. He may not be as strong as Cole or even Nya, but he did know how to properly balance everything.

Zane followed Nya to her room, pushing her door open for her and allowing her to enter. Although the ninja all slept in the same quarters, Nya was the only one who had been allowed her own room. Wu had thought it necessary, not wanting to cause any trouble. Plus, he was set in his ways; unless married, men and women stayed in separate quarters.

“Where would you like me to set the bags?”

“Just in that corner is fine.” Nya took her scarf and coat off before she rustled around in the bags she had set down, pulling out a pair of plush socks. She noticed Zane's curious glance and chuckled. “They’re for Lloyd,” she explained, going through the bag again to bring out a bag of candy. “He's lucky he's getting anything, with how rude he's been all year. But I can't let the kid of a sucky Christmas, so I'm gonna stuff some candy into them for him to find.”

The ice student smiled. “That is incredibly thoughtful, Nya,” he complimented. “... Are presents a large part of this tradition?”

Nya's brow shot up in surprise, whipping her head over to look at Zane. Then she calmed down. “Right; Kai texted me. It's your first Christmas,” she breathed, weakly grinning. “Yeah- well, it's… It's not really what Christmas is supposed to be about, but… it makes the holiday more merry. The best gifts are the ones that tell you that people actually respect you or pay attention to you and your interests.”

He nodded, brow furrowing a little. The sense of panic he was beginning to feel… he hadn't gotten anyone anything yet, and it seemed like this holiday was very big. Stores would most certainly be busy, and might not have anything worthy of getting his friends. What if he wasn't able to get them anything? What if he didn't get them something that spoke to them? What if-

His train of thought was interrupted when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down,” Nya spoke, firm. “Don't worry about those gifts. You've still got a few weeks, and even if you don't get anyone anything, I'm sure everyone will understand. I mean, this is your first Christmas! You don't have to prepare gifts until you have a better grasp on this whole thing-”

“But I must!” Zane interrupted suddenly. “It would be rude not to. Plus, all of my friends mean a lot to me; I mustn't let them down.”

Nya stared at him for a long moment, before shrugging. “Alright… but don't get too up in your head about it, okay?”

“I won't.”

“Good. Now, let's go see if that movie is ready. I need a break.”

Zane led the way out, now more determined to understand Christmas than ever. It would be a good way of letting his friends know he understood. He was ready for this new challenge.

When the two entered the living room, everyone had settled down. Wu was say on a folding chair behind the couch, Jay and Cole were sitting on the couch, and Lloyd was still on the beanbag he had claimed earlier. Nya made her way over to the other beanbag, plopping down with a heavy sigh.

“Ready, Z?” Kai asked from beside him, holding a DVD case as he stared at the ice student expectantly. When he received a nod, he smirked and popped the DVD into the player.

Zane turned to the couch to see it was already packed - Kai having dove into the last available spot - and decided to sit on the floor in front of the couch.

So, obviously, this takes place before Zane finds out that he's a robot. We would've skipped over that at some point, after Zane understands what he likes about Christmas. Then a massive time skip to Dragons Rising, where he would help Geo, Bonzle, Fritz, and Spitz with their own Christmas. While they would have celebrated their own Christmas in the Land of Lost Things, or maybe even a whole other holiday (I'm sorry, this is the only holiday I have ever celebrated during December, and I'm not well-versed in the others), Zane wants to show them how special it can really be.

Zane's favorite thing about the holidays was just the fact that he got to be with his friends, and it's usually somewhat peaceful the day of the holiday. It's cheesy, but I truly don't think he would be all that into getting gifts. He enjoys giving them, yeah, but that's just not the best part about the holidays for him.

Instead, I wrote a Hallmark-esque Christmas one-shot. Because I have no self control lmao Maybe next year.

[twilightmalachite]

Christmas Live - Line to Line 2

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Shinobu, Hinata, Tetora

Translation Team: Mika Enstars & 310mc

EN Proofer: ryuseipuka

"Huh, what’s going on? Are we gettin’ robbed? Beat ‘em up, Tetsu-kun! ♪"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Downtown

Shinobu: Hweeh!?

Yuuta: W-What is it? Don’t make weird noises out of nowhere, that scared me…!

Shinobu: Ahh, Yuuta-kun… Which means, the one I see across the street must be Hinata-kun, correct?

My soul nearly left my body there, you know~! You were talking to me just a moment ago, and then it was as if you suddenly teleported all the way over there! I-I thought it was ninjutsu for a second…!

Yuuta: Huh? What do you mean by that… Wait, you’re right, that is Aniki over there, across the street!

Hinata: ~……♪

Yuuta: W-What are you doing, Aniki? And what’s with that outfit? Is it Santa-san…? But it’s got horns, so a reindeer…?

God, now I’m angry! He’s doing some nonsense without telling me again!

Shinobu: (I don’t feel as though Yuuta-kun’s any different, though… He was also doing something without telling his brother…)

(But I think he’ll get angry if I say that; I shall keep my mouth zipped here. I’m the kind of kid who can read the room.)

Tetora: ~……♪

Shinobu: (Oh—I see Tetora-kun next to Hinata-kun!)

(Tetora-kun is, on the other hand, simply wearing the academy’s idol uniform~ But it looks a little too cold to wear by itself in this season, does it not…?)

(Uuu, it feels weird to be seen happily hanging out with a friend from class by a friend from my unit…)

(I don’t have a single clue how I’m supposed to act here… Ahh, I’m aware there’s more important things to worry about here, however!)

Yuuta: Aniki…!

Shinobu: Uhyah—!? Yuuta-kun, you’ll get hurt if you run here! Some parts of the road are frozen over with ice! Wait a mome—W-Woah!?

(Ooh… Yuuta-kun’s slipping through the crowd so smoothly! He must have really trained himself, whether in agility or something else…)

(I cannot allow myself to fall behind and lose! Nin-nin…♪)

Tetora: Woah—? Someone’s rushing over toward us, Hinata-kun.

Hinata: Huh, what’s going on? Are we gettin’ robbed? Beat ‘em up, Tetsu-kun! ♪

Tetora: Nah, I can’t beat that guy up… It’s your li’l brother, y’know?

Hinata: Ack, you’re right!

Y-Yuuta-ku~n? What a coincidence, meeting you here, huh? ☆

Yuuta: Don’t “what a coincidence ☆” me, Aniki! What is this? Why didn’t you tell me you’re working with, uhh… that guy from RYUSEITAI?

Are you hoping to leave 2wink for RYUSEITAI, or something?

Well, fine, not like I’ll stop you! I bet you got so sick of me always nagging at you, huh!?

Hinata: No, that’s not… Aren’t you misunderstanding, Yuuta-ku~n?

Yuuta: Then quit doing things that can be misunderstood every single time! If you’re gonna do something, then talk to me about it. We’re the two-in-one 2wink, aren’t we~?!

Hinata: No, umm? You’re wrong, this doesn’t count as cheating! I’m serious!

Tetora: Calm down a li’l, ermm, the Yuuta-kun twi—Yuuta-kun.

You can’t just yell at someone without hearing ‘em out first. You gotta listen to what your big bro has to say too, ‘kay~?

Yuuta: You’re just an outsider, so don’t stick your nose into this! This is a 2wink matter, a family matter!

Shinobu: Huff, huff…! I finally caught up… What’s the situation right now?

Tetora: Ah, Sengoku-kun. ‘Suuup~ It’s not every day we meet around town, huh~♪

Shinobu: O-Owh… It is because I can’t handle crowds… T-Tetora-kun, wh-what’re you doin’... doing here?

Tetora: How come you’re stammering like that?

I bet it’s ‘cuz it’s too cold to talk properly, isn’t it~? Ahaha~ Lemme go getcha some hot coffee. ♪

Shinobu: Ah, no! Leave that aside for now—Yuuta-kun’s strangling Hinata-kun, please stop him! I won’t be able to hold him back on his own with my strength, so…!?

Tetora: Oh, woah—Heeey~ You’re getting in the way of business by causing a ruckus in front of the store, y’know?

Yuuta: Shut it! Aniki, you better have a good explanation!

Hinata: Nggh… W-Well, you see… It’s just a small part-time job! I didn’t have enough cash for the ingredients for the Christmas cake, you see!

And you know~, I’m gonna make somethin’ really gorgeous this year! ☆

Tetora: Huh? But Hinata-kun, didn’t you say something ‘bout 2wink’s unit finan—Mmphh!?

Hinata: D-Don’t say anything! Please, Tetsu-kun!

Yuuta: Now what are you whispering to each other about? Well, whatever, like I care! What’s it matter what you do with the money you earn, Aniki! It’s Aniki’s business, isn’t it~?

And I get to have my own business, too! Let’s go, Shinobu-kun!

Shinobu: Huh? Huh? H-Hold on—... Go where? Awawa—?

Tetora: Hey, hold it right there! Please don’t be so rough with my comrade! He’ll trip and get hurt if you keep pulling him so forcefully!

Shinobu: Owowowow, you’re being rough too, Tetora-kun! Don’t grab my arm so tightly, you’ll leave a bruise—Wait, my arms are going to come off at this rate…!?

Tetora: Ugh~! This is gettin’ so chaotic, I dunno what’s even goin’ on anymore! Everyone, take a deep breath!

Or else I’ll make you zip it with my fists!

It’s almost Christmas, so don’t go doing somethin’ as stupid as getting all tense at this point in the year! If you don’t start bein’ good kids, Santa-san won’t come visit you!

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[aurorangen]

Not many people talk about Strangerville in Chestnut Ridge as it brought back unpleasant happenings from the past. When Renee mentioned the place, Mel was disturbed. How did an outsider know? There's nothing about it online and even the locals have no clue. She felt like sharing what she knew with them. The more that gets out there, the more people will be informed of the strange town. "Have a safe journey back! I'm gonna remember ya folks!" Mel exclaimed, as they waved their goodbyes.

Transcript:

[Cool air from the fan hits Vincent's face as he enters the bar. He feels much better] Mel: Welcome! Call me Mel! What can I getcha folks? Vincent: Just some water please. Actually, anything cold will do.

Mel: [hears his accent] Where y'all from? It's not every day ya see visitors 'ere in Chestnut Ridge. Renee: We live in Britechester but work in the big city, San Myshuno! I'm Renee by the way and this is Vince. Mel: It's a pleasure to meet ya both. I've always wanted to visit the big city!

Mel: Ooh speakin' of! A fine, young man came in earlier too, said he got some business in San Myshuno! Vincent: What a coincidence. Who knows if we will cross paths one day [jokes around]. Did you get his name? Mel: He didn't share it! But he had a slight accent. European one? Greek? Italian? I know nothin'.

Renee: [suddenly Renee asks] Mel, can I ask…do you know about Strangerville? Mel: Darlin' ya shouldn't be talkin' bout Strangerville 'ere. Renee: Hmm? What do you mean by that?

Mel: Well ya see, a few of us know the place, not much though and not good stuff. Most of us ain't got a clue. Y'know what? I'll let yer in on somethin' [she eyes them both, careful with her words]. Hell knows what's goin' on down there, there's no news. But we've a bit of history with em.

Mel: Back in the good ol' day, they did friendly business. They came to trade or buy stuff. Horses, crops, supplies. Bits and bobs y'know? They don't come so often now, years at a time. When they do, strange folks come, dressed all in black or military attire. Sayin' they're here to get stuff. Supreme order's words.

Renee: [thinks back to the photos she took, the military, it's all real] Did you not ask who they were? Mel: If we asked too much…there were serious consequences [does a slit her throat motion then coughs, she's shared too much]. So in the end yer just get on with it, can't defy those supreme orders, can we?

[bride-of-jason-voorhees]

Screamtober Day 29: Prompt: Pumpkin Patch

//Poly! Ghostface boys + Reader. Slight NSFW, but mostly fluff.

“Hello, you’ve reached the phone of the Macher household. None of us are available so lea-”

You hung up your phone and rolled your eyes a bit. “Well if they aren’t answering I guess that does mean Stu is on his way….” You whispered to yourself.

“Boo!” A pair of arms suddenly wrapped tightly around your waist from behind you, making you squeal. You turned to see not Stu, but your other boyfriend, Billy. “Did I getcha doll?” He asked with a smirk.

“Billy you dick! You scared the crap out of me!” You whined playfully. He chuckled and kissed your cheek repeatedly. “Where’s Stu? He is still coming, right?”

“Hm? Oh yeah he’s just parking the car, I couldn’t resist getting a scare on you though so I hopped out early.”

“You’re lucky I love you mister, or I’d stab yah up Ghostface style!”

“Shhh, not too loud, pretty girl. Can’t have the folks here finding out our little secret now can we?” He reminded in a whisper.  You shook your head and finally returned the hug after deciding you missed him too much to stay mad.

“You found her!” Called out the voice of Stu as he approached the both of you. “Ooh, group hug!” He exclaimed, squeezing the two of you in his arms.

“Stu! I was so worried you two weren’t gonna come!” You pouted up at him.

“Aw you didn’t have to worry your pretty little head, of course we would show up for our date!” Stu kissed your forehead.

“Okay okay we gotta get down to business now,” Billy interjected “If we wanna get the perfect pumpkins for carving we can’t stand around at the entrance all day.” Suddenly, you wiggled down under, and out from their arms. “Last one to the patch has to carry them to Stu’s car!” You exclaimed, already getting a running start.

The boys chased after you, with Stu coming out in front of Billy to scoop you up over his shoulder and into the patch. He spanked your butt playfully a few times, saying in a sing-song voice how he ‘Got you!’ Billy finally caught up, fixing his hair a bit. “Fine, fine, I guess I’ll carry your pumpkins. A bet's a bet baby girl.” He squeezed your nose.

The three of you then spent the next hour or so looking over pumpkins, with you still perched over Stu’s shoulder out of insistence from him that it would help your ‘short ass’ see better. Once you all had picked out decent sized pumpkins to carve later that day over at Stu’s house, Billy carried each of them to the car, leaving you and Stu to explore the rest of what the patch had to offer.

“Ooh! Baby look, they have hot chocolate over there by the corn maze!” You pointed out. Stu turned, making you now face the other direction since he still hadn’t put you down. As you giggled he spanked you playfully once more.

“Good eyes ya little vixen!”

“Can I be let down now? I know you’re oh so buff, but I have working legs yah know!”

Stu pouted, but slid you down the front of his body and slowly back onto your feet, earning him a quick kiss from you. “Come on, let’s grab some drinks after Billy gets back! Maybe we can also ‘get lost’ in the maze and have some fun.” You winked

“Fun, eh?” Billy hugged you from behind once more “What kind of fun is our baby girl thinking of?” “I think I have an idea of the type of fun she wants!” Stu grinned from ear to ear, giving you a devilish look.

You blushed and hid your face in Billys neck. “You guys are teasing me!”

“You heard the lady Stu, we’re teasin’ her! But clearly not enough since her clothes are still on, hm?”

“Billy!” You squeaked. He smirked down at you and ruffled your h/c hair a bit.

“Okay fine I won’t get you all hot and bothered yet. Besides I can tell how much you want some hot chocolate, buuuut-” He gestured over to Stu.

“You gotta repay us for it later, cutie!” He finished Billy’s thought to you.

You reluctantly agreed, knowing darn well this would mean the pumpkin carving would be very delayed by the time you three got back to Stu’s place. But, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You loved your boys just as much as they loved you, and they made sure to spoil you rotten in every way. After a few more hours exploring the pumpkin patch, drinking hot chocolate, and even playing some games that had been set up, you were once again being scooped up. This time, Billy had you in his grip, with your legs wrapped around his waist.

“What do we say babygirl?” He asked you in a low tone.

“Thanks for the fun today guys, I love you both so much!” You smiled.

Both of them kissed you on the cheek, “We love you too.”

[akascow]

ooh hes gonna gETCHA

[hyenahunt]

Solid: Dark Clouds on the Horizon - 1

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Autumn

Characters: Jun, Ibara

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP) & Skyress + hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: hyenahunt & Mirei

Ibara: ? What's that? Don't tell me you can't go to a recording site without a chaperone — you're not a child anymore, yes?

Location: Outside ES

Time: A few days later...

Jun: Hmm... At this rate, I should be able to make it to the venue with time to spare.

(Right, I'm working with Ibara today. It’s been a while since we had last had a job together as just the two of us, since I usually work either with everyone in Eden or just as Eve.)

(Maybe I should drop him a line, just in case?)

(Nah, should be fine. I mean, this is Ibara we're talking about. He's not gonna be late.)

Hm? Is that...

Oh, hey, Anzu-san~!

Hard at work as always. Hm? Perfect timing, you say...? Ooh, I see. You're heading to the same place as me, huh?

Gotta be fate we ran into each other here, then. Wanna go together?

Oh, no worries. It's no bother for me at all.

But it sounds like you have it pretty tough. You've gotta go around to all these other places...

Huh? You treat 'em all as learning experiences?

Ah, I getcha. I feel the exact same way. It's a given you'll learn from actually being in performances, but there's stuff you can learn by watching them, too.

Kinda like getting a third-person perspective... Hm?

What's up with this car pulling up next to us?

Ibara: Jun.

Jun: Oh, it's just you, Ibara. You had me wondering who it was, y'know~?

Ibara: You two have been working hard. We can go together, so please, do get in.

Location: Inside Company Car

Jun: — Huh? You mean we're going to separate places?

Ibara: Yes. You and I were originally supposed to work together, though.

However, another job had a change of plans, and it just so happened to clash with our work today.

Jun: Wha—!? Is that gonna be okay?

Ibara: Does it seem okay to you?

As you might imagine, it was absolutely not. I was only notified of the changes at the very last minute. Good grief… This industry is such a mess.

Jun: So that's why you look so worn out...

Well, in that case... Weren'tcha able to change up the other job again? I mean, usually it's the original job that takes priority.

Ibara: I would've done that long ago if I could. But unfortunately, I was told it would prove difficult to make any further changes.

The TV station's broadcast schedule has already been set in stone, you see, so if they don't record today, it will not be ready in time for the intended broadcast.

And if we can't make it for today's recording, they'll have no choice but to find someone else.

But the problem is, the job that was rescheduled is of even more significance. Thus, I was in no position to refuse.

I had to bow my head left and right to ensure neither of these jobs were canceled.

Jun: Yeesh, that sounds like a mess...

Ibara: Those arrangements had kept me occupied, so I was unable to update you and Anzu-san until now.

In any case, with consent from all parties, you and I will be going to separate destinations.

Jun: And here I thought you'd invited us into the car 'cause we were going to the same place.

Ibara: I did still have to explain the schedule, so I thought I'd do it along the way.

But yes, after dropping you and Anzu-san off, I will be heading to a different location myself.

Jun: Speaking of which, where's Ohii-san and Nagi-senpai?

Ibara: Both of them are engaged in other jobs. They should be at separate places doing solo work right about now.

Jun: Huh, I see. So you mean I'm gonna be working alone for this?

Ibara: ? What's that? Don't tell me you can't go to a recording site without a chaperone — you're not a child anymore, yes?

Jun: Hey, 'course not~ I was just thinking that it's been a while since I'd worked solo, since we've had so much work lately as Eden and Eve instead.

Ibara: Solo work and unit work should be one and the same to you. All that matters is ensuring your achievements lead back to us, and ultimately CosPro as well.

Besides, Anzu-san shall be accompanying you. There should be nothing to be anxious about, correct?

Jun: Like I said, I'm not anxious or anything, okay? C'mon, stop treating me like a kid already~

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[touyaz]

Incoherent puzzle piece thoughts put them together yourself <3

WARNINGS dark content, yandere bachira, kidnapping, drinking blood, predator/prey ofc, not really pet play but just in case, noncon. Let me know if I've missed anything!

- bites you bites you bites you until it hurts to move even an inch, flesh stinging from all the teeth marks embedded into it. 'hmm, where should I go next? is it hurting, baby? it's hurting ya that badly, hm? it feels so good though, doesn't it? how about when I press a little-- oh, look at those tears, look at ya, baby. I can't stop when ya look at me like that now, can I?'

- likes when you bite his tongue so hard it bleeds. moans into your mouth whenever you do it. licks over your face right after, too. Everywhere. there's spit in your eyes. clogging your ears. soaking your fingertips. blood streaks across your neck like it's been slit, like a sacrifice -- 'my little lamb, offering yourself up so pretty, how can I say no to that, hm?'

- puts his finger in your mouth and hooks it into your cheek-- 'look at that, hm? little lamb's grown teeth now, have ya? give me a snarl, baby, lemme see your fangs-- ooh, that's a scary look! so mean, baby. what d'ya want? wanna make me bleed? wanna be the big bad wolf for once?'

- lets you escape. fully. doesn't pop up out of nowhere or drag you back. he lets you go and try to live your life without him.

- but he shows you how easily he could bring you back (you wake up to your windows open, locks crushed on the floor. he calls you randomly, 'are you coming back any time soon, pretty baby? you know I'm starting to miss you. if you stay away for too long, I'm gonna have to come getcha! or is that what you're waiting for, hm? want me to come find you, bunny? I'll make sure to lock ya up real good this time!' you don't know how he keeps getting your number. food from the fridge goes missing. your outfits are laid out for you in the morning. your toothbrush is wet before you've even used it. his bruises never seem to fade. it doesn't stop.)

- you've been dancing in the palm of his hand this whole time.

- when he's got you back (it's inevitable. were you ever truly away?) nothing much changes. he's still carefree in a way that gives you hope that you can escape again, but there's no point in fanning ashes, is there? 'hey, hey, I'll even help ya out. I'll leave the key to your chain right here, okay? come get it, yeah? let's see how long you last this time! think you can beat your record?'

- tightens cuffs around your wrists so when you squirm they cut into you. sinks his teeth into the wounds and licks his lips and sighs with disgusting satisfaction. 'mmm, can't ever let ya go for too long, baby. you get that, don't ya? I don't know what I'd do without ya.' he squeezes your wrist so more blood oozes out, so your head spins and you can barely hear him. 'dont know how I'd live without all this.'

- forces you to drink his blood in return. it's only fair.

- gets a collar with a bell on it. if he hears it ring when he's fucking you, that's another round you have to go for. 'babylove, you're not tired already, are you? you know what the rules are and-- ah, alright, alright, how about we do something else then, hm? d'ya wanna go outside? I put out a couple more traps and I'm dying to see ya test them out. no? fine. how about you get on your knees for me, then. you can do that much for me, right? and you better remember this, okay? I don't wanna hear you say I never do anything nice for ya.'

- you'll be dancing in the palm of his hand for the rest of your life.

Bachira was simply made for predator/prey content and in this essay I will—

[lilypatchkins]

Fukunaga Redraw Series - Entry 14

Ooh he’s gonna getcha

[ichinisankaku]

Backstage Translation - Mankai Livestream! ~LIVE: Homare~ (Part 1)

*The first part of each story is the same, so feel free to skip until the scene change (next image) if you've already read this first bit elsewhere~

Izumi: Kazunari-kun will be joining in on today's leader meeting.

Kazunari: Glad to be here~!

Banri: Have you come up with somethin' again?

Kazunari: Right you are, Setzer! There's something I've been wanting to do.

Actually... I got our fans to fill out a questionnaire on what they want us to do~!

Sakuya: A questionnaire?

Izumi: Yes. We implemented one for the fans, at Kazunari-kun's suggestion.

Kazunari: Right now, Mankai Company's name recognition is shooting up!

Tenma: Yeah, and the number of new fans is increasing a lot, too.

Kazunari: However, the people who've been supporting us beforehand say they're kinda lonely cuz they feel like we're growing distant from them.

No matter how famous we get, don't we wanna be a theatre company that's close to its fans?

Banri: I getcha. So that's where the questionnaire comes in?

Tsumugi: What were the results?

Kazunari: The most common answer was that they wanna see more Inste Lives and selfies from everyone!

Tenma: The frequency of Inste Lives is different depending on the person, huh.

Tsumugi: Same with selfies. It's basically all left to the members who are good with SNS.

Kazunari: Right! So as a special project, I propose we hold a 24-Day Solo Stream and Selfie Spectacular!

Banri: Selfie Spectacular?

Kazunari: In the middle of each stream, we'll take a selfie and upload it to Inste later to get people hype!

Izumi: When we consulted Sakyo-san, he said it'd be fine as long as I watch over each stream to make sure no trouble happens in the middle of it.

Kazunari: With that said, it's all up to how everyone else feels about it... What do you think?

Sakuya: I want to do it! I want to make the fans happy, of course, but also...

The chance to talk with our fans over the screen makes me happy, too!

Tsumugi: I'd also like to give it a go. I feel like I'm coming to understand things like "Inste Lives" a bit more.

Tenma: But we can't just chat, right?

Kazunari: For that, I thought it'd be good to send out another questionnaire asking what they want each member to do.

Banri: Yeah, that'd make it easier.

Izumi: It might be interesting for each Inste Live to be different.

Kazunari: It's decided, then! Leave the form creation and compiling to me!

Sakuya: Thank you very much, Kazunari-san!

Izumi: Now then, I'd like for all of you to go and inform the members of each troupe about the Inste Live and selfie project.

Leaders: On it!

Izumi: Homare-san, the results for your part of the questionnaire have been compiled. Here you go.

Homare: Ooh, thank you. I shall have to thank Kazunari-kun for sorting them all later.

Well then, let's look over these right away. What do they...

Izumi: Since it's you, there's a lot of requests about poetry.

Homare: Commentary on poems, impromptu poetry making... Hmm, I'm going to get lost with all these good suggestions.

Alright, this must be the time for me to hold a poetry recital...!

Izumi: P-please wait! It was decided that the length of each Inste Live would be the same for all members...!

It can't be too long, so I think it'd be a waste to do a recital!

Homare: Hmm, that is true.

Oh? So then, it's fine so long as I stay within the given time frame?

Izumi: That's... well, yes.

Homare: Alright, leave it to me, then.

Tsuzuru: Okay then, we're off... huh?

Juza: "Wise Words Compilation"...?

Kazunari: That box seems like it's for Aririn's Inste Live.

It says "Everyone, please submit the 'Wise Words of Arisugawa Homare' that remain in your heart."

Tenma: In Alice-san's case, isn't there going to be more nonsense than "wise words"...

Banri: Well, anything'll be fine, so let's just put in the first thing we think of.

Tsuzuru: Even if you say that-

Kazunari: Oh no no! Setzer, we're gonna miss first period if we don't hurry!

Banri: Coming.

Juza: Us too.

Tsuzuru: Whoops. Let's go, Juza.

Part 2

[thereal-true-ogilvie]

THE EMOTION REBLOG.

in order, every time he shows strong emotion in an allistic human way

[Color coded by emotion. Evil/angry is red. Surprised/Shocked is orange. Happy/friendly is yellow. Concerned/Distressed is green. Hurt/Sad is blue. Anything said through laughter is purple. Other/I don't know is pink]

ACT 1

Why are you yelling at me?

[His evil laugh after jumping down the elevator]

Can’t FUCKING believe it. Don’t FUCKING talk to me.

TOMMY! :D TOMMY!

WAIT... I told you not to touch anything!...Hey!

What did you do?

Niice.

Let me out of this BOX.

Don’t shoot me! Why are you shooting at me? I should’ve never let you in here.

Watch out! [note: this actually wasn't audible, but was heard in the behind the scenes. He says this before shooting a pigeon that's behind Gordon.]

ACT 2

Did you just hit me?

Oh no… Who did this :(

what the fuck did you do to my friend- of Josh?

Oh my god, look behind you!

He pushed down and it went up! This guy’s clearly nuts, let me-

I’m okay! 

Oh oh! Ah! Ah!

Yo! Put me on the Wikipedia Logo!

Yeah well that was close I kinda wanted that ok! [spoken very fast and emphatically]

ACT 3

We’re going home!

Mleh meh, meh meh meh meh! Mleh meh meh! WEH WAH!

All those articles are online for free!!! [this is said emphatically but i don't know what emotion it's conveying]

He’s sleeping! [incredibly childishly. could be joking, but i'm not sure]

Do you like HD DVD, idiot? Or do- do you like Blu-ray, friend?

OH! Oh my god this is a big- this is a big fight! I’ve been waiting for this moment!

Do your job right and he’s gonna be dead soon!

Oh, they separated his arm! What the hell? What are they gonna do with that?

Drink up, BUDDY.

Hey where’d your- Why are we here? What happened to your arm? Whats goi- what’s wrong, man?

ACT 4

Yeah, you fucked up! Yo he fucked up, you- he lost his arm like an idiot!

Yo, you knocked it over!

Oh, so he finally said it! You weren’t supposed to be there!

Mleh meh meh meh! Yooo brazzers!!! Nice!

Yo, take me with you, bro!

Call of duty air strike! Who got a kill streak? Ahaha!

[GTA Cheat codes get destroyed] No!

Follow me! Follow me, little child, follow me.

Ooh, likin the view from back here ;) [flirting]

Leave me alone! Just get out of my room!

What were they THINKING?

It means I hate you!!!!

There’s a pungent smell right beside me, I dunno. Road trip! Road triip!

Brooo you got praaanked! Ohhhhh ohhhhhh!!!

Gordon Feetman! [teasing]

No YOU shut up.

Welcome!!!!

This guy’s crazy! You’re crazy, buddy!

Oh, who did that? Someone daied. What haaappened… what haaapened?

No, we’re going further into Hell! [Distressed and sad]

No I- I refuse to talk to you. You’re not my friend anymore!

And we’re back! [loud. idk what emotion]

Add me!

Yo, what the fuck, I just wanna play games with people, man.

Time to sleep! Oh yeah! Bed is over here- back here!

INTO XEN

[ok i give up. i guess i was wrong. he shows a lot of emotion in Xen, mostly either hurt or angry/evil. still gonna finish the list tho]

I’ve been telling you to go back, I don’t know, man, you’re not listening to me, it kinda hurts.

Man, we used to be great friends…

Hug?

Yo what- why would you say that, that’s so mean…

Yo, friend! Welcome!

That’s a LIE! You won’t make it!

I’m gonna fucking kill you!!

BOSS FIGHT

I feel a good, but you make me ANGRY

I was gonna be NICE to you, remember that?

Heavenly Sword is NOT a rip off of God of War.

SONY CEO JACK TRETTON SURVIVED a nuclear BOMB!... but I saved the WORLD

You forced me to be BAD so I gonna be BAD…

friend.

WELCOME!

Feel my passport!

One by one!

Stop shooting at me, I have to shoot back, I don’t wanna do that…

I’m gonna GETCHA >:3 [sounds more teasing than evil but yknow]

Broooo… :(

Hey! Get out of here!

I can’t wait for you guys to see hell!

Aaaah! Aaauugh! Who’s shooting me?

What a LOSER. You guys CAN’T HURT ME!

Bad little boy!

Yo, you wanna DIE? HAHA!

Don’t go in there, please, no! I don’t like that room…

Yo, fuck off, bro!

This isn’t fair! This isn’t fair! No-uh! No-uh! [whining]

NOOOOOO!!!!!

PRE-CAST COMMENTARY SCENES

You’re using my mirror!

Ah the- the reflection of perfection!

Did you flush? Why not?? What’s wrong with you!?

Look at the mess you’ve made!

Why is there a baseball? What’s wrong with you!

You’re gonna stay in there! Hold on!

Aw fuck!

Oh, little butterfinger boy!

I win!!!

-END-

yooooo check this shit out i was RIGHT ANYWAYS even tho i gave up!

[emotion rb has 670 words 3,358 characters]

[og post has 819 words 4,538 characters]

once i finish it ill post my full color-coded document with everything he says

Hello everyone welcome BACK to: I talk about Benrey for a minute here!

Today we will talk about everyone's favorite: Mischaracterization in Fanfiction!

[I want to preface this with a very important note. Anything I bring up here is NOT something I'm complaining about. I LOVE mischaracterizing my little guy sometimes, especially by making him more like me, heart emoji. I just also know what's wrong so I mischaracterize him in a better and more accurate way /ref]

Now, the most common little thing is him showing basically any emotion in a human/allistic way. Laughter is pretty much the only exception, followed only by whining. He would NOT apologize and he would NOT break down sobbing. In fact I don't believe he has tear ducts he forgor to make them.

[as user needsmoreexplosions has said in the replies, this is hyperbolic! he does show plenty of emotions, just more muted than you'd expect. The first act has more bursts of emotion than the later acts as well. They brought up the "dont FUCKING talk to me" and I mentioned him yelling to Tommy happily. However, there's still not MANY examples. I'm going to rb this with every example of strong emotion he conveys and itll probably be shorter than this post. again. i love people making him emotional anyways, even if its not quite in character]

If he were to learn that Regular People Can't Respawn, he wouldn't go crying and apologizing to Gordon. He would go "oops." He would complain that no one told him. He would make fun of Gordon for not being able to respawn.

See:

"Benrey's not on this team anymore, apparently."

"Yo what- why would you say that, that's so mean."

[Whining, not crying. Always]

SPEAKING OF WHICH. The arm thing. A LOT of people tend to go with "he was trying to get the trackers out/hev suit off," when Dr. Coomer literally says, "I think they're just spiteful." He was getting back at Gordon for all the times he like. Shot him or somethin idk. People are right that he didn't expect the soldiers to cut off his arm, but he also DID expect them (and hype them up) to kill him. Not so he'd respawn without the hev suit or with his passport, just because "hey everyone else has died. And you are so mean to me. Your turn."

He doesn't act like a cat or crave attention, I'm so sorry fic writers [again, it's so fun and I love it tho, so keep doing it please] In fact, he loves to fuck off and leave the team, he does not need their attention. And, when given attention, he tends to just be mildly confused or antagonistic.

And he's not obsessed with the passports, guys! Let me get my fuckin 26-page document up rq... He says Passport/ID 26 times in Act 1 [yo what the fuck what a cool coincidence..... That's actually fucking awesome], then literally once in Act 2 and it wasn't even directed at Gordon. He doesn't say it at all in Act 3, though he does say One (1) time how much he loves his. He says it 6 times in Act 4, ALL of which are during his Boss Fight.

People make him a gamer. Yes, he is 100% but they make him the wrong KIND of gamer. He's not a Minecraft Animal Crossing Mario Kart gamer, he talks about Heavenly Sword, God of War, Halo, MAG, Grand Theft Auto and TF2. 2 First Person Shooters, 3 very violent action/adventure games, and TF2.

[actually, speaking of this image, did anyone else catch Gordon referencing the stairs bit but with ropes? Gordon has canonically read Homestuck]

The only TV he references is All Dogs Go To Heaven 2 and Fighting Redemption which are WILDLY different. And also whatever Ms. Pebbles is.

Not necessarily a common mischaracterization, but an important tidbit is that Benrey tends to be pacifistic towards Xen creatures, and not towards scientists and later security guards. Lots of people headcanon Experimentation which, while there's not really any evidence for that, there's also no evidence against it and it's a good headcanon that I like a lot.

He likes taking pictures. (shakes fic writers) give him a photo album!!!! SCANS OF GORDON'S FEET WOULD NOT BE IN THE ALBUM HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY HAVE THOSE. IT WAS NOT A FOOTSCANNER HD HE LIED.

The things he does know vs doesn't know are. Difficult. He isn't clueless about "human Things" he understands that shaking = nervous and balled fists = angry. He doesn't know what pigeons are but he does know mayonnaise and Big Mac with Freesh Fries.

The final important bit of info. Canon is kinda... flimsy? Canonically, according to Gir, Bubby is a straight guy who FUCKS. Canonically, according to Holly, Bubby is agender and married to Dr. Coomer.

So like. Go fucking crazy! Go stupid! A a a a a!

Just be aware when you're wrong LOL

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

I need a crack fic of Clyde hiding his last present *insert Justin Timberlake Dick in a Box playing*

A/N: I HAVE COMPLETED SO MANY CRACK THOTS IN MY HEAD TONIGHT IT’S SICK THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS FUELED THIS FIRE! @xxcatrenxx I really hope you love the twist I put on this fic, thank you for allowing me to write it out... to completion 👀ENJOY BABE! 

Warnings: mentions of children, all the Xmas feels because I have to with this big ol’ softy bear, a big ol’ dick in a box, slight teasing, ass slapping, Doggystyle, deep penetration from our good ol’ country boi, caught in the act of or slightly thereafter, stuffing, breeding kink, dirty talk because Clyde is the best dirty talker, unprotected sex, cum eating, smut smut and more smut, with a lot of Xmas fluff because I hate myself

“Now what do y’all say to yer mama fer lettin’ ya open these on Christmas Eve?” Clyde bellows out at the kids as they ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at their Christmas themed PJ’s. 

“Thank you, mama,” your five-year-old daughter and three-year-old son collectively turn and run to you perched on the couch, a Tom and Jerry in hand, enveloping them in the biggest hug you could possibly muster. 

“Yer so welcome ma sweet babies,” wrapping them in the fuzzy blanket you had draped over yourself, and kissing them until they begged to be let go of, “mama loves ya so much,” laughing as they screamed in fake cries as they wiggled away from your affections. 

“Now y’all go ahead an’ getcha jammies on an’ all that stuff,” he chuckled, watching you love and kiss on them as they tried to run away, “then ya can come give yer mama more kisses before Santa comes tonight,” they stopped dead in their tracks to beam at their dad who had said the magic word. 

They leaped off the loveseat, bounding up the stairs with new jammies in hand to get their little teeth brushed, and go potty before slipping into dreamland. You moved to get up off the couch to go help with the marathon of getting them to settle in bed before having a strong hand push you right back down. 

“Now, darlin’,” he tsked, the light from the Christmas tree glimmering in his eyes, “ya jus sit here an’ look perty while I get the babies all ready fer bed,” lowering down to steal a kiss from your lips, “you do enough round these parts, let me handle it fer one night,” kissing your forehead as he put the blanket back over your legs and lumbered upstairs to survey the damage from the kids. 

You sighed, watching the fire burn in the large fireplace of your new home, the farmhouse feel enveloping you in the country Christmas you’d been dreaming of since you’d met your sweet husband. The large pine tree beside your couch, emanating a fresh scent coupled with the embers from the flames in the kindling, and the sweetness of your hot drink as you let out a relieved sigh. 

Life was absolutely perfect. You had a home, two perfect children, a doting and affectionate husband, and the financial freedom the both of you had worked so hard for the past several years, not akin to the ‘cauliflower incident’ as you referred to it fondly. 

Above your loud thoughts, a low hum rang through the stairs as you took a sip from your mug. The sound of Clyde’s honeyed voice, lulling your sweet babies to bed with a Christmas story as they questioned every single page he’d read. 

You chuckled at their wonder, asking where Rudolph was in Santa’s line up, how many cookies does he usually eat, and your daughter making sure to tell her daddy to turn the fire off before he and mama went to bed so Santa wouldn’t burn his bottom on the way down the chimney. 

“Goodnight babies,” you heard him whisper, latching the doors to their rooms as he padded down the hallway. 

You waited for him to appear on the stairs, wanting to cuddle up with him by the fire with your mugs of liquor before heading off to bed, but after a few minutes, were growing slightly worried as to what he was up to. 

You released your legs to the slightly colder air, placing your mug on the coffee table as you padded upstairs, enclosing yourself in the sweater you had chosen for the evening. 

“Babe?” you whispered, wondering if he was alright, seeing the dark hallway with no light in your master bedroom. 

“Clyde, honey?” walking into the room to flip on the bedside light, jumping at the scene before you. 

“Holy shit!” you cleared your throat, “what’s goin’ on here?” eyebrows raised as you saw your big bear perched on the ivory comforter of your California king bed, clad in nothing but a pretty big box wrapped around his pelvis. 

“I don’t know Mrs. Logan,” he purred out, “why dontcha open it up ta see what’s inside… I think ya might like it just a lil’ bit,” winking as he watched you inch closer to the edge of the bed. 

Pushing your hair behind your head, gathering your body onto the sheets as you reached for the bow covered box, unwrapping the pretty packaging as his hand snaked behind to grip you full ass perched on your feet. 

“Oh honey,” you mewled, salivating at his large and in charge cock, bobbing at attention, practically springing out of its cage covered in precum and begging to be stuffed inside you, “I love it,” bringing your hands to stuff the oversized sweater in between your legs to curb the aching sensation in your netherregions. 

“He loves ya so much baby girl,” gripping and kneading on your ass as you removed the rest of the contents from his body, “in fact, he may wanna stuff ya like a Christmas turkey tonight darlin’,” smacking the covered skin as you fell forward on his stomach. 

“Would ya like that?” he mewled, gathering your fuzzy covering to push it, revealing your little blush pink panties underneath, “ta be stuffed with me again?” feeling the wetness that had soaked through them in the process. 

“Y-yes babe,” you whined, pushing your cunt into his touch as you sucked hickeys on his belly, “please fill me up,” whining into the darkness of the bedroom. 

“That’s all I want for Christmas big bear,” assuming the position, ass up, face down on the plush comforter as he scrambled his hulking body to position his cock at your entrance. 

“Well big bear is gon’ stuff ya full again,” pushing down the sheer lace to your knees, “make ya all big an’ round again with ma baby,” slapping your ass as hard as humanly possible before sheathing his aching cock into your tight little hole. 

“Fuck!” you cried out, prompting Clyde to grip the back of your head, pulling you up just enough to penetrate that perfect spot of yours, “now baby girl, ya know ya can’t yell like that,” he huffed in your ear, pushing himself to rearrange your guts in knots, “you’ll wake our precious babies up an’ then what?” snaking a hand to tease your clit as he left open kisses on the exposed shoulder of your sweater. 

“I-I,” you stuttered as he sped up his motions on your mound, only to break away again and shove your face into the down comforter. 

“B-babeeee,” whining as your pussy throbbed on his length, the sensation never failing to burn just a little at his girth, “I-I l-love bein’ full a you,” gasping on every push of his cock on your cervix. 

“I love seein’ my perty baby all full a me,” mewling and grunting as he thrust deeper and deeper, balls clapping on your pussy as he drank in your moans, “ya carry my babies s-so damn well,” gripping the sweater that had fallen up your back, pulling you even more flush with him as he railed the fuck out of you. 

The thought of being completely filled, sending a shockwave to your budding clit, a tingling in your spine egging on the flutters in your pussy walls. 

“I-is ma baby almost ready?” he growled, setting an even more brutal pace as he released his flesh and blood hand on your hip, no doubt a bruise already blooming from his iron grip on it. 

His thick, meaty fingers found their way back to your stiffened bud, the slightest touch sending you to the complete edge of your orgasm, “that’s it Y/N,” he whispered, sweat dripping from his inky locks as he encircled the peak in your sopping folds, “cum all over yer cock,” he uttered out, feeling the shockwaves clamp over his member as you cried out in complete bliss. 

“God fuckin’ d-dammit!” screaming as he sped up to ride your wave out into his own, “C-Clyde baby please!” feeling his movements become more erratic as you slipped from your high. 

“I-I’m,” he stammered out, pumping his cock a few more times into your glistening hole, “‘m fillin’ this p-pussy full,” growling like the bear he was as he released his swimmers into your gaping womb, the warmth wrapping your uterus in a hug it so badly desired. 

“Jesus f-fuckin,” he moaned out, hands covering your ass as he stilled himself, shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm, “ya alright darlin’?’ patting your ass lightly, smoothing over the raised handprint he’d left. 

“Ya,” you panted out, trying to still your breathing as you felt his softened cock slide out of you, the sound making you sigh in relief as the air hit your hole. 

“Gah, yer so damn perty,” marveling at the mixture seeping out of your slit, “so fuckin’ wet,” scooping it up to stuff right back in, causing your pussy to clamp back down on his thick fingers. 

“Gettin’ greedy, huh,” he chuckled, watching as your cunt ate up the spend, “ya know we’re gonna hafta do this more than once ta get it right,” removing it to lick up the rest in his mouth. 

“I know babe,” setting yourself up to his blushing chest, rubbing his pecs as you leveled with his face, “remember we have two kids,” raising your pretty fingers to his face only to have him kiss the tips ever so lightly. 

“I know baby doll,” he cooed, pushing strands of hair out of the way, leading your lips to meet his in a searing kiss on the bed. 

“Daddy?” a shrill voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom, the both of you freezing in horror as your pupils met, trying to ignore the call. 

Clyde turned around slightly, to notice your daughter crowding the side of the entryway, “y-yes baby?” he whispered faintly, hoping the voice was a figment of his imagination, the color leaving his face as he noticed her sweet little face scrunched up in a questioning look. 

“What were you an’ mama doin”?” she cocked her head to the side, inching into the light, teddy bear in hand, blinking her cute little eyes to adjust to the light. 

“Uhm,” voice cracking as he cleared his throat to give her an answer, not daring to turn around as he was still fully nude, “mama an’ I well, uhm, well we were,” panicking to look back and you completely lost in silent laughter at his starstruck behavior. 

You pat his chest, “I got this babe,” you tutted, pressing your index finger into his plush lips, and glancing over at your little girl, still waiting for an answer. 

“Daddy an’ I were havin’ some alone time baby girl,” you spoke just loud enough for her to hear and hopefully simple enough to understand, “now dontcha think you should be in bed?” cocking an eyebrow “I don’t think Santa will come if he knows yer still awake,” crossing your arms as you stared her pretty little puppy dog eyes into the abyss they were. 

“I jus’ wanted ta make sure daddy wasn’t hurtin’ ya, mama,” a tear rolling down her cheek as she started to back away into the dark hallway. 

“Oh baby girl,” getting up from your spot to lower your sweater and pull your panties back up, “daddy wasn’t hurtin’ me at all, now were ya daddy?” looking to him as you pulled her into a hug. 

“No honey,” he pandered, still facing away to shield her innocent eyes from his now completely limp member, “daddy wasn’t causin’ mama any kinda pain, I promise,” blushing and shying away at his little girl. 

“See?” you pet her little head, “I promise we’re both okay baby,” kissing her forehead, “now let’s get back ta bed now,” leading her back into the hallway towards her room, and tucking her in bed. 

“Mama?” she whispered as you back away towards the door. 

“Yes, baby?” answering her back as you glanced back into the night lit room. 

“Whatever y’all was doin’, I think you won the contest,” her face showing absolutely no signs of joking. 

“Well,” stifling an all-out snort, “t-thank ya, baby,” shying into the hallway to take a deep breath, “I think mama won too,” smiling at her dozing off. 

“Good night sweet girl, Merry Christmas,” whispering as you moved to leave the room. 

“Merry Christmas mama,” her sweet voice echoed back as you found your way back to the bedroom, chuckling in the hallway as you shook your head. 

This was for sure the merriest Christmas you’d ever experienced, and the most mortifying to boot. 

And it all started with a dick in a wrapped box.  

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WELL, I HOPE WE ALL LEARNED A VALUABLE LESSON HERE... LOCK YOUR DOORS AND CLYDE IS FUCKIN’ DADDY WHO NEEDS A PRETTY LARGE BOX TO COVER THAT MANHOOD A HIS... 😉

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, BABE!

🖤,

ray-nal-beads