#ooze cruise

[mollyjames]

Ooze Cruise - Slime Against Humanity

Can't stop the slime

[approachtheancientkeep]

[prettysweetprettysweet]

i'll always love and respect how jazzed he is in this moment. he's here, queer, fresh off murdering some twink & riding the thrill of identity theft, top energy oozing out of him into the floorboards, charisma turned up to 11 for his three year gay sex cruise with final destination forever vacation Oahu. this was the only way a poor homosexual could let loose in the mid 1800s.

[beefcakekinard]

Buck misses Tommy. That word, though, doesn't really capture the breadth of emotion Buck's feeling so much as it summarizes it. Like an AI summary at the top of a search result; you miss him. It's true, it's just not accurate.

It took a week for Buck to stop looking for Tommy in his peripheral. It took a month for Buck to stop reaching for Tommy's beer at the grocery store. It took two for Buck to sprawl out in his bed again, to stop anticipating another body in his sleep.

Four months pass and Buck still misses him. Another, and another, and they've now been apart longer than they were together, and Buck still has this aching, oozing, living sore deep in his chest. The one year anniversary of the cruise ship rescue - of the night they met - comes and goes and Buck still feels bruised around all of his edges.

Buck misses Tommy. He goes on missing him.

[armoredsuperheavy]

The Complete Raffles, Annotated (Rebind)

Who is Raffles?

Written by E. W. Hornung, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's brother-in-law, dedicated to ACD, and inspired by the Sherlock Holmes stories, but starring A.J. Raffles, a gentleman of leisure and recreational crime rather than a detective. Accompanied by his admiring friend and narrator, nicknamed "Bunny", mischief is afoot.

It's very shippable, and if you have an interest in historical fiction, Edwardian London, or are a Holmes/Watson fan, you owe it to yourself to check it out.

The Annotated Version

I originally found the annotated stories on the Raffles Redux website and was struck how complete and informative the annotations assembled by Sarah Morrissey and Genevieve L. Morrissey were. In addition to explaining many obscure things the modern reader would otherwise have completely missed, they also collected profuse illustrations from past editions.

I was dismayed that this great addition to the original, public domain Raffles tales was only available (at the time) in this ephemeral form. My reading was greatly enhanced by all these insights into the period and places of the stories. When I recently discovered it was available in an Amazon print on demand edition I immediately bought it.

What a bittersweet experience it was to have the text! Yes! YES! The text is out! In a nice big block with breathing room for the annotations and a handsome typeset at that! What a thoughtful design, but what else should I have expected, considering how well done the annotations were?!

But what was bitter, you ask? Well, that cheap thin cardstock cover, which immediately curled up like Hokusai's Great Wave after I perused 3 pages of the first story. This was infuriating. This book deserves so much better. But! We have the means of production. I couldn't do anything about the "perfect-bound" spine, but i could definitely fix this woefully inadequate cover.

Views of the text, annotations, illustrations.

Let's Rectify This Injustice

I sliced the covers off and removed as much paper from the spine as possible. Scrounged out a moderately "old timey" sheet big enough for endpapers, cut and attached them. Glued mull and an Oxford hollow type kraft paper tube on this bad boy. And then built a case, using the remainder of the endpapers sheet to stretch the book cloth supply.

Then, fortuitously, from the discarded flimsy cover, I was able to salvage the JC Leyendecker portrait of Raffles. This piece was originally done for Collier's magazine, and oozing "late Edwardian cruising". Brother can you spare a light? JCL was a magician.

A sleep overnight in the press and now the complete annotated Raffles (x Bunny of course) finally has the proper treatment, complete with that exquisite side eye right where it deserves to be.

I am Back (ElmoFire.gif)

This is my first finished book project in 4 years. It felt great to get back into it.

I'm finishing up a number of Dead Dove Publishing projects that were partially done when I ground to a halt in summer of 2020. Wish me luck and stay tuned for more...

ArmoredSuperHeavy, 25 Dec 2024

Fanbinding project #162

[cosyvelvetorchid]

So, I had an idea for a fake dating au, as well as 2 people suggesting prompts for Clipboard Buck.

Lo and behold I’ve managed to come up with an idea that combines the two.

I’m not sure if it’ll be a long-ass oneshot or a chaptered fic yet (we’ll see how inspired I am as I write it), but here’s a little sneak peek of part of what I’ve written so far.

Enjoy!

🩶

**********

Buck opened the door to the last person he expected.

“T-Tommy.”

The man smiled. “Hey, Evan. Can I come in?”

“Uh, sure.” He stepped aside to let him through. “Is-is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” He said waving away Buck’s concerns. “I actually have a, uh, favour to ask.” He scratched the back of his head. Buck hadn’t know him long—a couple weeks at best—but he seemed.. nervous? Maybe not nervous but he definitely had a little less confidence in his demeanour than Buck had seen in him so far.

From the moment Tommy had met them at Harbour station weeks ago, he’d oozed confidence. His body language, the way he spoke, the way he did his job—Buck had watched in awe at the way his hands delicately glided over the controls as he flew the helicopter back after the cruise ship rescue. In the handful of times they’d met since then, Tommy always seemed to come across quite squared away.

“Uh, sure.” Buck walked over to the counter. “You want a coffee?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“So what’s the favour? Nothing illegal is it?” Buck joked.

“I- What if it was?” Tommy enquired with a curious look to his eyes.

“How illegal are we talking?.”

“Wait, so there’s some illegal activity you would be willing to engage in?” Tommy raised an eyebrow.

“Well, like murder? No. Breaking into a lab to rescue animals—I’d be down.” He answered placing Tommy’s coffee mug in front of him on the island.

“Thanks, and duly noted.” He chuckled. “Nah, it’s nothing like that. You remember last night I mentioned I had family coming to town?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s my aunt Clara who’s coming.” Tommy said.

“Is she not very nice?”

“No, she’s great. Practically raised me after my parents-“ He abruptly stopped himself from finishing the sentence. “She’s a great lady. The problem is that from the moment I came out to her a couple of years ago she has constantly been trying to set me up with men she knows. And, God love the woman, but her taste in men is awful.” Buck couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you wanting me to set you up with someone? ‘Cause, I’m sorry but I don’t think I know any single gay men.”

“Oh, no, that’s not- That wasn’t the favour.”

“Oh?”

“I’m actually not looking to date anybody, which she cannot seem to accept. But, when she wouldn’t let it go on the phone last week, I kinda, sorta lied and told her I already had a boyfriend.” He admitted.

“And now she’s coming to visit..”

“She’s expecting me to introduce her to him.”

“Oh.” Buck responded.

“So-“ He elongated the word. “I was wondering if you would consider.. pretending to be my boyfriend for a day?”

“Oh.” Buck said again. He had zero idea of what the fovour was going to be but he never would have guess that.

“She’s only on town for 1 night and it would just be a couple of hours for dinner.” Tommy added.

“Why me?” Buck asked, truly confused as to why Tommy would pick him of all people. Tommy was effortlessly cool and accomplished—Buck was a dork.

“Honestly, I don’t have anybody else to ask. She met Chimney a couple of times back when I was at the 118 and knows he’s straight, that leaves Bobby, which, absolutely not, or Eddie and no offence to him but he screams straight guy—no way he could pull off queer.”

Buck laughed at the true statement. “But you think I could?”

“God, I hope so.” Tommy said. “Plus, you’re closer to my type anyway so it’s more likely that Clara would believe it.”

Tommy’s face was kind of adorable, really. Buck wasn’t sure if he was deliberately putting on those puppy dog eyes, but they were working, regardless.

“What would I need to do?”

“Just have dinner with us.”

“That’s it?” Buck asked.

“You are expecting more? I’m not sure that would be appropriate at the dinner table, Evan.” Tommy winked and Buck’s cheeks immediately pinked up.

“That’s not what I meant!” He protested to Tommy’s amusement. “I just meant like, would I have to hold your hand, have my arm around you etc?”

“You wouldn’t have to. Not if that would make you feel uncomfortable.” He explained.

“I-I don’t mind. When is the dinner?”

“Friday night.”

“Okay. That gives us 3 days to plan.” Buck said unlocking his phone and opening the notes app.

“I’m sorry.. plan?” Tommy said confused.

“Well, yeah! If we’re going to make this believable we need to make sure we get our stories straight.”

“She’s my aunt not the Spanish Inquisition, Evan.”

“And what happens if-if.. Say I order you a drink and it’s one you hate and she knows that you hate it.. wouldn’t that be weird? Or-or if she asks how we met and we give different answers.”

“I think you’re overthinking this a little.” Tommy said gently.

“I think you’re under thinking this a lot.” Buck countered.

Tommy looked at Buck for a few seconds and sighed resolutely. “I’m not going to win this am I?”

“Nope.” Buck replied with a grin.

Little did Tommy know that he’d just met Clipboard Buck.

**********

(Btw—I will give credit to those who sent the prompts once the fic is done 👍)

[endgamelukola]

when in love, we TALK about it

and i'm not saying people blast it on billboards or announce their relationships via social media. but when you truly fall for someone, it oozes out of you one way or another. either in stories as you relate your experience with your love to someone else (ex. "yeah my partner does that all the time; we LOVE doing that activity; we were talking about that the other day; my partner showed me that!")

This isn't the BLAST IT ON A BILLBOARD I'M IN LOVE kind of talking that I'm referencing. That Tom-Cruise-jumping-on-a-sofa type shit isn't it. It's all the subtle ways that your life melts into your partner's as you spend time together with the one person who sees you and loves you for you. It's not a "I'm in a relationship so I must brag about it" type of speech. It's as if speaking about an extension of yourself.

When you're truly in love, or even experiencing the height of honeymoon phases, you know what you don't do? Remove any association or connection with the person. You don't have dead eyes when you take photos with them. You don't leave an ounce of ambiguity between you and your person, out of respect for the person you're with and out of respect for the relationship. Even if you're in a polyamorous relationship, you go out of your way to make it clear what your boundaries are and where your loyalties lie.

I think we've seen enough of that with social media actions from the ONLY TWO individuals we hope are in a committed relationship with each other. And Luke's interview with People only solidified that more for me in his subconscious use of pronouns. This isn't a paparazzi chasing after someone who clearly doesn't want to be photographed. This is direct from himself; side glances, slips of the tongue, and all.

It baffles me that someone can accept media content from outlets that hardly take the time to verify the information they throw out on the web like a spaghetti noodle to see if it will stick over what individuals themselves are communicating, no matter how softly. But in the end, I guess we can be thankful for people who insist and demand that they're in relationships with other people. That's the kind of person they're trying to fool, and they succeeded.

So next time a rando on the internet tells you that you're wrong, just thank them for continuing a narrative that provides this couple with further privacy through their ignorance.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 17

Nowhere else to go - Ruined Map - Shipwrecked - "We had a good run"

"Yo ho, yo ho... a pirate's life for me", Whumper hummed as they entered their ship's office.

They stomped on a hatch that led to a secret room under their office.

"Are you awake, ye scurvy dog?", they called down to their prisoner.

"Who could sleep in accommodations like this you bastard", a voice yelled at them.

"Watch it or else you won't get dinner", Whumper stomped on the floor again.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've puked today", the voice called up again weakly, "I can't eat anything right now."

It was silent for a moment.

"If you are looking to reward me, I'd love to come upstairs. I'll even stay in your office. It smells down here", they called up, "please."

"Whumpee, yeh drive a hard bargain", Whumper chuckled.

"Please my back hurts from being tied up like this please... plus the whipping I received..."

"Whipping?", Whumper paused.

"Yeah, this morning Captain. You didn't know?"

"No, I didn't know. Please tell me it's not on your back", Whumper started to pull out their keys.

"Back and ass", Whumpee answered.

"Shit", Whumper started down the stairs.

Whumpee nervously watched them come closer.

"I didn't do anything to receive the punishment. I think they were drunk. They staggered down the stairs as a drunk would", Whumpee explained.

"Do you know who they were", Whumper's hands were on their hip, "let's see the damage."

Whumpee cautiously turned their back towards Whumper. They groaned as Whumper lifted their shirt to look.

Whumper had had a tattoo done on Whumpee's back a few islands back before setting off. Whumpee was a prisoner from a different ship. A cruise ship. Whumper had taken a few things of value and sunk the ship with the crew and guests. Whumpee was deemed useful. The tattoo was of a treasure map Whumper had discovered. They were currently on their way to find it. No one except Whumper's best crew mates knew that tattoo was on Whumpee's back. The map and inhabitants of the island were destroyed, so no one would follow Whumper's ship.

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper pressed a firm hand against their back. Blood oozed out from the slash marks.

"The map is almost shredded", Whumper frowned.

"I didn't do anything. I was somewhat asleep when they came down here", Whumpee tried to look back at them, "I didn't try to damage your map."

"I believe you. Do you think you can pick out who they were?", Whumper lowered the shirt, "I'll let you upstairs for a while if you do."

"I can captain", Whumpee nodded, "anything to get out from under the floor. I'm so nauseous."

"I can see that", Whumper sighed at the piles of puke covering the floor.

On top deck, Whumpee took in the sunlight and fresh air. Salt water splashed up at them, causing them to laugh lightly.

They were tied to the railing near the captain's wheel.

Whumper had the anchors hoisted.

They tried to make do with their destroyed treasure map. They didn't want to chance Whumpee's wounds getting infected before they found the treasure. Scurvy would make the map even worse.

Whumpee suddenly cowered away when a newer member walked past them.

Whumper watched as they grinned evilly at Whumpee.

"Is that them Whumpee", Whumper frowned when Whumpee nodded nervously.

"Captain?", the second in command hadn't been made aware of what happened yet.

"Jones, watch the wheel. Keep us going straight", Whumper stood aside.

"You" Whumper pointed at the sailer, "come here slime."

"Yes sir?", they turned worriedly.

"Who gave you permission to go under me office and punish me prisoner. Because of your acting out of line, our entire journey may be worthless", Whumper took dangerous steps towards them until their finger poked right into their nose.

"It's a prisoner. I didn't think anything of it. I was drunk and angry I figured I could take it out on them", they explained.

"You destroyed the vessel for a treasure map is what you did. It's barely legible because of you", Whumper grew more and more angry, "I out to take your hide for bruising theirs."

"I-I didn't know.. .... I-I'm sorry" the person backed away fearfully until they met the railing.

"No one touches me property. You had to go into me quarters to get at to 'em", Whumper continued toward them.

"Please.... I had no idea", the sailer shrunk down. They knew what Whumper was capable of.

Whumpee burried their head into their arms, also knowing what Whumper was capable of. They didn't want to see anything more than what they had already witnessed.

Whumpee heard more pleading, then screaming, then a loud splash..... then a gunshot.

"Dead men tell no tales", Whumper frowned as they caught Whumpee looking up at them.

Whumpee weakly stood, but didn't dare look over. The seagulls were diving. Those buzzards told them exactly what they would see.

Whumper took over the wheel, Jones walked over to Whumpee and harshly lifted their shirt.

"No", Jones stated in disbelief.

"We will try to push on", Whumper frowned at Whumpee, "even if they die from infection. We will use their corpse."

Whumpee shuddered, "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Puke over the side. I might lose it if you throw up on my ship again", Whumper frowned.

"I don't want to look", Whumpee frowned as they leaned their head against the wood.

It was late in the night when Whumpee felt a blanket cover them. They had sat down earlier, and apparently dozed off

"Captain?", Whumpee looked up.

"What?", Whumper had gone back to the wheel.

"You're still awake?", Whumpee frowned.

"Aye, I've been dreaming of this treasure for a long time. I won't let anyone be in my way of achieving this", Whumper sighed, "it isn't my first time pulling an all-nighter. I use to run an entire ship deck on my own at night when I was a mere mate. Everyone else would sleep while I worked", Whumper sighed, "I rather sail by the moon and stars, they be your only friends sometimes."

Whumpee looked up and saw the sky, "it's beautiful. You don't see it like this in the city."

"Aye, the city is always awake. Not a place for a seaman", Whumper sighed, "get some rest."

"Did you mean that earlier? Do you think I'm going to get sick and die?", Whumpee's lip quivered, "I don't want to die."

"I don't know, unfortunately you're already sick. I'm not a doctor, nor is there any on the water. I don't think the tattoo is healing. Plus, those whip markings are opened wounds. Unfortunately, you may meet an untimely end" Whumper seemed to be quite saddened to deliver the news, "I've kind of grown to enjoy our back and forth banter. I even considered keeping you alive to be my pet."

Whumpee frowned, "what if I do live though? Maybe there are things I can do to keep from getting worse."

"I suppose you will be allowed to live... as long as you behave yourself", Whumper grinned.

"Do you have any cool stories about your times at sea?", Whumpee looked at Whumper with puppy dog eyes.

"No, now go to sleep", Whumper sighed.

Days passed...

Whumpee weakly watched as Whumper and the crew rolled away from the ship to land.

"From what I can tell, the treasure is here. They were growing weak and would slow us down. That's why they were left on the ship", Whumper told Jones.

"And you're sure your fondness for the creature has nothing to do with it. There is clearly an infection, they may be dead by the time we return", Jones made a knowing glance, "I like them too, they've grown on me, but we have to accept we are seamen we don't get things like that."

"We can certainly try Jones", Whumper grinned weakly.

After some time they finally found the markings, the 'X' if you will.

"It's here Jones... it's really here", Whumper celebrated.

Cheers amongst a few crew members caused Whumper to look their way.

The trusted crew men... the ones who would be living to enjoy their earnings stepped away from those premarked for death. Whumper only allowed their most trusted crew to live.

"I'm sorry mates, but I'm afraid ye sailed your last sea", Whumper pulled out their pistol.

Jones followed.

Whumpee jumped at the sound of gunshots.

"Captain", Whumpee whispered.

"Dead men tell no tales", Whumper frowned.

Whumpee laid on the deck. They lifted their head slightly when the Captain, Jones, and crew climbed aboard.

"Whumpee?", Whumper hurried to their side and knelt.

"I heard the... gunshots", Whumpee coughed, "I was nervous."

"We found the treasure... it's here see", Whumper held a gold coin close to Whumpee's eyes, "you helped us find it."

"That's good", Whumpee blinked slowly, "I don't feel good."

"It's okay, just hang in there. We are going to sail to another island. I think there is a village there. I'm making the decision to save you. I've not done that for anyone before. You can't waste that", Whumper held Whumpee up and watched their skin get paler, "you can't die on me."

"Whumper they've been dying since that tattoo was done", Jones held Whumper's shoulder, "you've fallen in love with something that you marked for death."

"Don't fucking remind me", Whumper yelled, "dang it you scurvy dog... you can't die."

"I'm.... sorry..... Captain", Whumpee's breathing more labored, "can you tell me a story, I'm really tired."

Whumper shook their head to try to fight away their tears. Captain's can't cry.

"There once was a brave soul who came aboard my ship and put up with this old captain's stupid ideas. They never acted defiantly... even allowing a map to be tattooed on their back by a questionable source. Never complaining about how sick they've grown from it", Whumper sighed, "you're dying because of me. You said you didn't want to die."

"Dying isn't as scary as big thought', Whumpee winced, "I think I'm now afraid of being alone."

"You will never be alone", Whumper hugged them close, "never."

After a few moments Whumpee took their last breath.

"They're gone", Whumper sighed as they felt Whumpee's lips for any breath, "the first person that I grew to like. That wasn't disposable to me, and I let them die."

Jones sighed, "you couldn't control it. You didn't know that this would happen. That person that did the tattoo knew what was planned. I fully believe they did this on purpose. To get back at you for destroying their village."

Whumper only nodded, "I know, but I didn't care. Now I do care and they're dead."

"The damn seagulls are already overhead. What do we do with the body?", Jones knelt down.

"I'm not burying them at sea", Whumper lifted up Whumpee's body, "I promised they'd never be alone."

"I'm not sailing with a dead body", Jones frowned.

Whumper sighed, and started toward their office .

"Where are you going?", Jones frowned.

"We remain anchored here for now, bring the treasure to my office. I need to do something first. We will divide the bounty tonight."

Whumper wrapped Whumpee in a blanket and carried them down under there office.

"I know you hate it down here, but I have no other choice", Whumper carefully laid the body on the floor.

Whumper set down to a long piece of paper and, to the best of the memory, drew out a new map. They had planned to find an uninhibited island to call home. Whumper and Jones planned to settle there after the treasure was found. They only needed to find it.

Jones came in and handed a cup of coffee to Whumper.

"Captain, my Captain. You need some rest", Jones leaned in against Whumper, "you didn't know this would happen. You worry me."

"I know, but Whumpee didn't deserve it. I grew to love that bastard. I think they were okay with me too. Just the other night, they asked if they would be allowed to live if they survived the infection. I already knew the infection was there, but I didn't have the heart to tell them the whipping sealed their fate. They would be dead soon, that's why I pushed to get us here. I can't rest yet either, I promised the crew we'd divide the treasure."

"They all agree we can wait until tomorrow. They are celebrating", Jones smiled, "so what are you doing. I can see you've drawn up the map that was on Whumpee. There is a lot of extra space. May you be deciding where our town may be located? You do still love me right. After what you said about Whumpee being the first thing you've grown to love, I was a little concerned ."

"I loved you from the start. The moment I saw you Jonesy", Whumper smirked.

"Aye, I wonder the lads and lasses care to turn back for home tomorrow afternoon. We can come back and find our island. Do ye think you'll be okay sailing with a corpse for a few days? I want to burry them in a fitting grave. On our island."

"Yes, my love", Jones nodded, "now that we have our normal crew back, I have my love back."

Whumper finished hammering Whumpee's cross at the head of their grave.

"There we go a fair grave, better than any I've ever given anyone else. Ye even get a good view", Whumper knelt down, "you'll see my ship leave whenever I go collect up my crew for an adventure. Every time we come home, you'll see us again. I am very sorry you died. I hope this is an acceptable grave for you."

A giant wave came up and sprayed Whumper in the face.

Whumper chuckled, "ye scurvy dog."

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[theomnicode]

One punch man and flirting with romance

Romance, in my opm? More likely than you think.

There are many instances in one punch man where the author and the mangaka specifically tip their toes into showcases of implicit romance than explicit, but it is there and I'd like to jump into the romantic cruise ship and put down some of the cases where romance has been implied.

Starting with number one, Fubuki and Psykos implied to be kissing under a tree as teenagers where Fubuki seals off Psykos' powers with an implied kiss, where Psykos is also seen blushing right after. Rest of their interactions also ooze romantic overtones.

Number two is cd audio drama, Saitama and the mysterious heroine, where Saitama and Genos go see a movie and Saitama starts talking about relationships after seeing Suiryu flirt with a woman, then goes on tangent about girlfriends and such.

Saitama: That’s not the point... I have the feeling that things like a heart to heart interaction, sharing an umbrella, warmth, are all things broken away in my life. Other people can have things like big events and circumstances happening, romances and such bringing happiness in their daily lives. I have the feeling something broke and that sweet-like fluffy, nice stuff just fell right off from me. That's what I meant.

Saitama: Genos, look, have you ever seen a hero anime without a love interest in it? Genos: I don't remember watching a lot of anime in the past.. Why do you ask? Saitama: Well, we're heroes, right? We're working and living as such. And yet, why are we indifferent towards things like love interests or girlfriends? In some way it seems obvious and logical, but is it really ok? Are you ok with reality being so much harder than fiction?

It is obvious that Saitama would still be interested in romance, as he seems to be a romantic at heart, yet after becoming so strong he struggles with his emotions, his apathy.

Saitama also reads romantic shoujo manga on his spare time, as seen on season 2 OVA.

Number three is fairly recent addition where it is implied that Genos interest in Saitama as a disciple may or may not be entirely platonic. 3 different people (Zombieman, Flashy flash and Amai-mask) take note of Genos growing interest in Saitama. Genos has also been noted very much be interested in his master's physical appeal in audio cd dramas and below excerpt.

Genos for a long time, has been a prime example of a potential fool in love, but it is still handled in implicit rather than explicit manner. Shoujo sparkles and all that included.

Number four is a most recent addition of Blast and his partner, possibly holding hands under the panel. Blast's partner is specifically referred to as "partner" and not a collaborator by Sitch, giving his partner some more importance in the scene than rest of Blast's teammates. This one may be reaching, but we'll be seeing in future arcs how correct that assumption is.

Number five, Saitama and makeover audio drama where Genos has given Saitama's attack a long name.

Saitama: (Serious voice) Super shining and lightning, that’s right, this next punch will overwhelm you like a gust of northern urban wind deep in December, this illusionary, fantastical, understanding punch from the heart, starting from hyper dreaming attack the final, a never-ending eternal forever endless sentimental with a high sense aggregation of full throttle, godless, loneliness, can’t stop falling in love and as soon as fighting…

Number six, monsters named Maiko plasma and Electric catfish man appear to be a married couple. Maiko plasma refers to Catfish man as "darling" in multiple occasions, so they appear to be involved.

Number 7, where Tatsumaki thinks that Saitama is attracted to her because he's gripping her hand.

Last but not least, number 8, romantic alternate universe comedy part between Fubuki and Saitama in high school audio drama, where Fubuki thinks Saitama wanted to confess to her.

OPM may not yet have any really explicit romance, but implicit...there is a boatload. ONE does not leave fans cold when it comes to romantic undertones. :D

[djevilninja]

But panic when I be smooth, I’m manic but I’m no fool; Y'all rappin’, I’m talkin cool, and Columbine is not new. In Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin’ by to see who’s who; Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze through.

2Pac feat Big Syke & DJ Quik - Loyal to the Game (DJ Quik Remix)

[mollyjames]

Ooze Cruise - Gelatinous Cube x Ochre Jelly

What if we were two girls trapped in a dungeon together. And we were both oozes.

[twstfanblog]

Alright, let's do this.

Let's give Cater some live and see you breath some life into Sage Town itself.

Event: Wheely Night (Singles Night), is young adult singles roll down an easy road, lit with warm glows and rigged with music. Rollerblade, roller skate, cruise on a skateboard.

Twst OC, Alice a.k.a. Experiment 630 invites Cater Diamond.

Alice is a psychic mage. She's a shapeshifter and has the female form of Rook for the evening.

https://www.tumblr.com/sinjaangels/745975673984876544/she-came-from-outer-space-chapter-1?source=share

Pinned to profile extra info.

Cater got Alice started in tarot reading.

He also started her MagiCam presence, and it's doing very well as she and Grim post their monster antics. Handle: 2LittleMonsters

Wheely Night

Cater x OC

Alice wasn't entirely sure if Cater was going to show up for their "date". Alice also wasn't sure if it was even a date.

Looking at her mirror, she sighed and did her hair one last time. For the past hour she had been cycling through various hairstyles, none of which helped her anxious hands or nerves. In all honesty, she still wasn't sure if what Cater had felt when she asked him to the event was good or bad. It had been such a quick onslaught of emotions before the third-year rushed off that Alice was left dazed for a few minutes.

She didn't even catch if he had agreed at first, needing to text him an hour later under the guise of finalizing details.

Cater was such a guarded individual, only her empathic powers allowing her easy access to the complex hidden wonders of Cater’s true emotions. Alice feels that openness is what helped them become as close as they are now. But the unknowing of how Cater felt about the invite had sent her into a mess of nerves and worry. Had he really accepted of his own wants? Did he only agree because it was a "camable" event? Was her invite a burden upon him? Did he even want to go to the event, but now that she's asked, he felt obligated to help her budding Magicam career? Did he even know how to roller skate!?

In her state of mild panic, she had undone her long blonde braids and redone them, twisting pinning them back into her most elaborate casual style so far. She turned away from the mirror, choosing to give her tarot cards a quick shuffle before drawing her hand in the hope that the fates would give a clear path of the evening.

Vague answers greeted her, nothing helpful yet nothing pointing to her panic being warranted. With another sigh of frustration she cleaned her cards and grabbed her rollerskates, finally left for Sage Town.

Now, standing at the opening of the fairy light lit road with faint upbeat music playing, she felt even more panicked. The venue was packed, older teens and young adults were all dressed in brightly colored fashions. Some had come with friends, most had come alone, but there were couples littering the crowd, holding hands and oozing out the sweet aura of love.

She knew their meet-up time hadn't come yet, but the longer she stood alone the more she felt inviting Cater had been a misstep of some kind. The fear bubbling in them that he wouldn't show or send them a text that something else had taken his priority kept growing. As five minutes pasted their meet-up time, Alice almost felt like crying.

But then she sensed it. Familiar pings and echos of emotions, the most prevalent being excitement. Her eyes scan across the crowd, her smile growing the closer the feelings got to her. Before long, the crowd parted, Cater dressed in warm colors to mirror and compliment her own outfit of pinks and oranges. He had done his hair a different way, braids along the front half of his scalp and flowing free in the back. Instead of skates he was cruising along on a skateboard, mildly scuffed and well loved.

Cater came to a stop in front of them, smiling as he winked and threw up a peace sign, "Sorry I'm late, babes. Doing my hair took forever and then I couldn't find my skateboard! I leave it in the corner of my room for months, but the second I wanna actually use it-"

Alice smiled, listening to Cater babble and complain on why getting ready was such a hassle for no good reason. But all she could focus on with the bright and bubbly feeling of excitement Cater was shining all over them. That feeling deepened as she intertwined their hands, linking fingers together and resting her head against his shoulder.

Cater had stumbled in his story, looking at a very content Alice pressed into his side, "Alice?"

"Thanks for showing up, Cater."

"..." Cater laughs, leaning down and kissing Alice on the lips before pulling away, "I wouldn't miss this for the world, babes!"

[maskedcop10]

AI created by DeltaMax2081 The Lizard cyborg found this total leather biker when he was cruising around an abandoned factory building, The Lizard cyborg knelt down to the leather biker. The biker knew about these cyborgs and how dangerous these cyborgs are. Immediately the large tongue of the lizard cyborg moved across the leather biker's face. The lizard cyborg's large claw was already around the lather biker's neck. The lizard cyborg could kill the leather biker with its tongue. Slowly, the leather biker moves his hand between the Lizard cyborg' s legs. The lizard cyborg lets the leather biker explore his crotch, there will be a big surprise for the leather biker hidden in the lather biker's leather pants.. The large tongue was pushed deep into the biker's mouth. The lizard cyborg pulled the leather biker up and pushed him against the wall. They explored each other's bodies. The lizard cyborg hissed and moaned as the biker opened the fly of the leather pants. The leather biker's hand went inside and felt the ice cold cocks, not one cock but two, The lizard cyborg pulled the hand away from the biker and pulled out both his big cocks. Both cocks oozed with pre-cum. In seconds both cocks were rock hard and as thick as a human arm. The lizard cyborg pressed his cocks against the biker's leather, leaving streams of pre-cum. Once rock hard, the lizard cyborg could keep that up for hours, pumping his deadly load out of both cocks. The leather biker moves his gloved hand over the lizard cyborg's deadly teeth. The lizard cyborg turned more and more, pumping deadly venom from its large fangs. The smell of this venom was so intoxicating. The leather biker wanted more and the lizard cyborg released more of its intoxicating venom. The leather biker was completely in the power of the lizard cyborg. The Lizard cyborg's large tongue was removed. The leather biker pushed his face even closer to the lizard cyborg's large deadly mouth so he could inhale the scent of the venom. The biker grabbed one of the big cocks and stroked. In a few seconds, the lizard cyborg released its first load of deadly cum, it was going to be a long night for both of them and the lizard cyborg had never had such an experience with a human motorcycle.

[domenext]

GIVING UP MY CHERRY

I had a thing for twinks. Their size, their smooth skin, their eagerness, and especially having a young ass tight around my cock. I had thought about getting fucked every so often, but twinks wasn't doing it for me. They didn't 'appeal' to me. I watch fuck videos of daddies and their boys and while I like watching the boy's ass get plowed, I didn't have an urge to be the bottom for a 'daddy' type.

That didn't leave many options for experimenting. I've been to porn stores and adult bookstores. Since the twinks I prefer don't go to places like that, I didn't ever go to the back rooms. So for the sake of experimenting, I let a guy my age blow me in the back of a local bookstore and I returned the favor. He was hot I guess. I closed my eyes and imagined being with a recent twink I had, that always works. But having him fuck me? Not really interested!

The left me disappointed, but not deterred. A few days later, I was back cruising a bathhouse by work. Lots of action, but it was just guys my age or older. Plenty of offers, suck off a few guys, got sucked and played with, but nothing was really working for me.

I was about ready to go when, walking by an open room, I found myself stopping to watch this hot, masculine black guy, who appeared to be my age, stroking a cock that I instantly wanted inside me. That was surprise to me.

"I don't bite … much" he said waving me in with his cock. He stood up and I dropped to my knees. I swallowed his cock and reached around to playing with his ass cheeks. He had a nice ass, I surprised myself again thinking that I would love to fuck that ass. I had never sucked a cock this size before, I had never sucked black cock either. I sucked it and licked it some and then turned away and dropped my chest to the lounger, offering him my sweet virgin ass.

He kept quiet as he maneuvered into position. I first felt his breath against my ass, just before his wet tongue took my ass. This was a lot of firsts for me, definitely loved this. I heard him spit and soon felt his fingers working their way into my hole. I lifted my ass up some and he brought the head of his cock down to my hole. He then worked it slowly into me. First the head, then the shaft. It was uncomfortable, but not as painful as some twinks had me believe.

Before long, he had slid it into the hilt. I felt sensations that I’d never felt before. My cock was harder than ever and oozing with precum. He started pounding away, drilling deeper and deeper with each stroke. I felt his hand reach around and start stroking my cock as he plowed away into my ass.

I have to admit, I enjoyed being his bottom. After a few positions, I heard him grunt something about cumming then I felt the rush of his hot load spew into my virgin ass. My own cock started throbbing faster and I soon shot my load all over. He pulled out, stood up, grabbed his towel and said thanks as he walked out the door. I wondered if this is how some of the guys I fuck feel? Being left, laying in my cum while his load oozed inside of my ass.

There was an older man standing at the open door. He had been watching, his cock was still in his tight grip dripping with his cum. As I gathered my senses, I started up but my legs were quivering. The older gent helped me to my feet and came into the booth. He licked my ass clean before turning me around and going to work on what was left of my own load on my cock and stomach. He thanked me for the wonderful show. When he learned it was my first time, he was amazed at the first guy’s good fortune in popping my cherry and surprised that he’d left so abruptly. He helped me get dressed and said goodbye as I headed out.

I’ve often wondered what my first guy thought, was he even aware that he was my first. I hope the experience was as memorable for him as it was for me.

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[pansexualkiba]

"Shit..." Bakugou huffed, "Get out of here, you frigid bitch. This one's mine-"

"Wait, what's that sound?" Todoroki suddenly asked, perking up at the distant sounds of squealing. "Is that... A car?"

Suddenly, a car exploded through All for One's torso, splattering his viscera across the pavement. It was a sleek racing car, dark green in color with black lines and similarly-black upholstery. The hubcaps on the white-wall tires were bright red, and the license plate read "IZUKU" in bold green.

Todoroki and Bakugou stared in shock as the car swerved to stop in front of them, suicide doors opening to reveal no one was at the wheel.

"M-Midoriya?" Todoroki slowly asked. "Is... That you?"

"Yeah!" Midoriya beeped, his headlights pulsing as he talked, "This is the Second Holder's original Quirk! Gearshift!"

"Gearshift..." Todoroki tested the word on his tongue. Bakugou continued to gape in shock.

"Yes! Let's go!" Midoriya urged them. "I can't hold this form for much longer! Get in!"

"Both of us?!" Bakugou finally broke out of his stupor.

"Are you sure we'll both fit inside you at once?" Todoroki asked.

"Don't worry!" Midoriya assured both of them, "I can take anything when I'm with you two."

Bakugou and Todoroki looked at each other.

"I can drive." Bakugou called before sitting in the driver's seat.

"...Teach me, just in case." Todoroki asked, sitting shotgun. The doors slid closed, and with a screech of tires, the trio were sailing down the highway, leaving behind All for One, slowly reforming himself from the ooze of gore.

The trio sped down the road, the sunset slowly giving away to night and the distant cities beginning to glow with light.

Inside the car, Todoroki fiddled with the radio until he settled on a moody, jazzy tune. As the singer's husky voice filled the cabin, Todoroki leaned back in the passenger's seat, sighing as he let the vibrations of Midoriya's purring engine massage his spine.

"Hey, Cold Stuff." Bakugou huffed, finally speaking up. "You wanted to learn how to drive, right?"

"While we're on the road?" Todoroki blinked.

"No one else here, so why not." Bakugou shrugged, then pointed at his feet. "Most cars don't have three pedals, by the way. What you're seeing is a manual drive. The pedal I'm pressing is the accelerator, the one to the left is the brake, and the one left to that is the clutch." Bakugou smirked. "You think Izuku's fast now?"

Todoroki tried to imagine Midoriya going faster than he already was. His skin began to feel clammy just from thinking about it.

"Here, put your hand on the lever." Bakugou pointed at the stick between them. "That's the gear shifter - probably why he turned into a manual drive, thinking about it. Go ahead and put your hand on it."

Todoroki slowly, trepidly, placed his hand on Midoriya's gear shift.

Bakugou placed his hand over Todoroki's, perfectly interlacing their fingers.

"Watch my feet, now." Bakugou softly commanded.

Todoroki watched, enraptured, as Bakugou, at the same time, pressed the clutch and took his foot off the accelerator. Despite that, Todoroki could detect no loss of speed, from the feeling of Midoriya's motors through his seat.

"Now, while we're cruising like this..." Bakugou slowly moved Todoroki's hand, and the gear shift, into a new position. "Shift into second gear..." In another swift movement of his feet, the accelerator was pressed again. "And Izuku'll be even faster. Rinse and-"

Bakugou was interrupted by a sudden explosion on the road, and Midoriya swerved violently, though stayed his course.

"What the fuck?!" Bakugou swore, and adjusted one of his mirrors. Todoroki, under no societal compunctions such as "road safety", simply turned around in his seat.

Behind them was an equally-slick, yet distinctly more deadly vehicle. It was black in color, with seats lined with velvet-red leather. The vanity plate on the fender stated "DEM0N", with an ostentatious crown as a decal next to it.

"Foolish One for All..." The car announced, in a deep, chilling voice that had Todoroki's hair stand on end. "Did you truly think yourself so special?! Indeed, your first mistake was to assume you were the only one with the capacity to turn into a car!"

Suddenly, the car picked up intense speed, matching, and even beginning to outstrip, Midoriya and his passengers.

"As you can see, I am now a car as well!" All for One's baritone roared through his surround-sound speakers

[thebeetleb0y]

Rewatched the Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt IWTV and I already knew going in that the show was much better and I think one of the reasons why, outside of just better writing and the changes they chose to make for the show, is that the actors for the amc+ series clearly care so much about their characters. All of them!! The care and understanding for each of their characters oozes out of them so clearly in the after the episode insiders(which I highly recommend watching they give such an insight into the characters choices and the writers reasons for them). And idk maybe the cast for the movie DOES care deeply but I’ve never gotten that impression personally and I feel like this is one of the shows where the actors do need to care deeply about their characters and their motives and understanding the media it comes from and the amc+ cast so clearly does