#overboard on the first one 🤣

[bugeyedfreaks]

1, 2, & 5 for the ask game w/ mojo!! nice to see someone else who has him as a fav LOL

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I highly, HIGHLY like this strange man-like creature. 🤣 And I like him for many reasons, to be sure! The reasons for why I like the character of Mojo Jojo so much are numerous indeed, and I fear that it would take me quite a long time (and quite a few paragraphs, if I am to be honest about it) to precisely list all of the reasons in a manner that would be satisfying for the high standards I hold for myself. Nevertheless, I will attempt to summarize said reasons so that I will not be wasting all of the precious time that I have today on this particular ask, the ask which you have asked of me when you sent me this list of asks from the ask game which I posted on my internet blog.

Now, let me begin to attempt to succinctly list this list describing why I like Mojo Jojo: NUMBER ONE! I quite like his manner of speaking, because the manner in which he speaks is humorous and a source of much joy for my ears. The repetition of words and the cadence of his phrasing is quite pleasing, and the performance of his voice actor, my beloved and super talented Roger L. Jackson, is flawless! Perfect! He should have won multiple awards for it! But he didn’t! It is a crime, the kind of crime Mojo Jojo himself would not attempt to commit. It would be beneath him to deprive the man who gives him his voice of the praise he deserves!

NUMBER TWO! I enjoy the character design that was designed for his character! On one hand, he is a cute and adorable little monkey, and, at first glance, you may not think that he could be a force to be reckoned with. But on the other hand, he actually IS a force to be reckoned with since, despite his cuteness, he can look evil and menacing in an instant. He wears a very cool villainous suit, one which would strike fear into even the bravest of heroes! The color combination of blue and purple that he wears, combined with his green skin coloration, is rather fetching.

NUMBER THREE! His personality is one that is interesting, very interesting indeed, but also one that can be, at times, highly relatable. He has a grumpy and pessimistic demeanor, is a bit of a loner who at most times prefers to be left alone, and is frequently annoyed with the uncultured and boorish actions of others. Same, honestly, when I am at my worst! Speaking of being the worst, that is also something that Mojo Jojo is quite adept at, since he is a thoroughly entertaining supervillain whose super evil antics always, without fail, elicit a chuckle or two from whoever may be watching.

…okay, well, now that I have accomplished my task of listing said list of reasons describing why I like Mojo Jojo, I will continue to answer the rest of the asks you have requested, albeit in a less belabored manner that will no longer reflect the speech of the aforementioned evil genius. Hopefully, despite this all being summarized (if you can believe it!), it was an adequate response, a response which I hope you have enjoyed!

...boy, that was a mouthful. Anyway...

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I like that he’s so versatile! He’s silly enough that he can be plopped into a silly, goofy story where he acts like a total incompetent dork, and he’s evil enough that you could write him into a darker storyline where he could be an actual threat. It never feels weird or forced, and it's cool that he can do both so well!

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

A little obvious, but of course, this classic:

[alientee]

Alastor x Jessica Rabbit reader part 3

I lied there will be a fourth part 🤣 sorry I’ve been gone for so long. By the way this amazing art was drawn by @klaudia96art it’s based on this story I just had to have me and my demon drawn lol

Alastor and you made it back to the hotel without any more problems, you both headed towards the kitchen the kitchen. “Alright darling I’ll get the ingredients out, I can’t wait to taste your cooking once more.” You set your gift down on the table pulling your hair back. “Well considering I’ve spent so much time with your mom I bet it’ll taste just as good as hers.”

You start to wash your hands and hear something crash to the ground. As you turn around Alastor is looking at you with a thin smile his eyes as wide as they can get. “H-how is my ma….I’m sure she has her doubts that id ever show up in heaven seeing as it’s been so long” You walk towards him bringing your hand up to caress his face. He leans into your touch his eyes looking more gentle than crazed as usual. When it came to his mother Alastor wanted nothing more than to make sure she was happy, her opinion is what mattered most in the world. "She always say’s she just hopes your alright and happy wherever you are. And that she misses you.”

Alastor rest his head into your neck, inhaling your scent. It had been so long since he’s been able to hold you, to feel content again. Usually he hates being touched by others, it feels like a disgusting burn he can’t get rid of. He was never a fan of touch unless he initiated it, unless it was from his mother and you were soon added to the equation. A thought hit him and once again he was tense pulling back looking at you frantically like an actual deer caught in headlights.

“Please don’t tell her why I’m down here. It would break her heart, and I can’t stand the thought of knowing I disappointed her.” You could feel his fingers tighten on your shoulder, any harder and he would break skin. As you tried to calm him down you realized just how much your husband was still there. Yes he was a killer and a cannibal who had no problem taking in the joy in the suffering of others. But he was still a mamas boy through and through.

“Alastor I have to tell your mom I saw you she misses you so much. She just wants to know you’re doing ok. But I won’t tell her…. Why you’re down here, it’s not my story to tell anyway.” He paused for a moment sighing “I suppose that’s good enough for me….. should we start cooking?”

“Oh no mister I’m cooking. Your gonna sit down and relax” you push alastor to the table pulling out a chair for him “But dear-“ “No buts! It’s been so long since I cooked for you. I missed spoiling my husband hehe.” Alastor could only sigh and lean both arms on the table his hand resting in his hands looking at you with that large goofy smile. “If you insist sugar”

As you began to cook more of the residents started to show up much to alastor an annoyance. Angel was the first one to walk through. “Wow toots you got it smelling great in here! Watcha cooking?” You giggled, you were kinda embaressed to say you went overboard with the cooking. “Well I made jambalaya, shrimp and grits, fried chicken, corn bread and a peach cobbler. Husk almost spits out his drink at the spread your making.

“I know I went to overboard, it’s just been so long since I’ve cooked for alastor I wanted to make all his favorites minus the cobbler. Feel free to join us I know we won’t eat it all.” You hear alastor muttering under his breath that the others could leave. You went back to cooking as the rest of the residents filled in but you stare at Charlie when she entered with a man who looked just like her. When both your eyes lock he looks at Charlie happily. “Charlie is this the angel you were telling me about?”

You leave the stove and walk towards him “hello I’m ____,It’s nice to meet you.” Lucifer pulls your hand up to his lips kissing it. “Charmed, it’s a pleasure to meet you” the room is filled with a sound of large static making everyone cringe. Lucifer is the only one who looks bored, rolling his eyes. “Problem bell hop?” Alastor is by your side in an instant.

“Keep your mouth away from my wife” Lucifer looks at you and alastor back and forth until his eyes land on Charlie. “So you weren’t kidding, he’s actually married….. to them…..and you agreed to marry him willingly not by force?” He looks back at you and seeing you nod in confirmation is all he needs for him to put a deadpan look on his face. “…….But you’re way out of his league like waaaaaay out of his league. Plus I don’t think Bell hop boy here knows how to…..satisfy needs that’s arnt cananalistic?” “I beg your pardon? Why the fuck does everyone keep bringing that up?”

You shake your head as you hear angel dust laughing in the back ground. Saying how he had said the same thing earlier, in between laughs. “Yes so I’ve been told, and I think he’s in my league just fine, I can’t wait to show y’all the pictures after dinner, alastor was so handsome hehe.” Alastor looks caught off guard for a second before grabbing your shoulder. “Now dear I’m sure no one wants to see that-“

“He’s lying”

“We all want to see it”

“My rival in hissss youth? Excellent ammunition for later batlesssss”

Alastor just looks more annoyed but seeing your big doe eyes looking at him reminding him so much of why he couldn’t resist your wims when you were both alive. “Very well but you will only see the pictures of my choosing and there will be no more than 3” Everyone groaned but accepted it knowing alastor shouldn’t be pushed over the edge. “Foods ready! I hope y’all like it” Everyone starts to make a plate except for alastor, you make him two plates with all the food you made on them except for the dessert.

While you serve him his plate kissing his cheek everyone can’t seem to stop staring,even nifty. Seeing the very independent radio demon getting served with a goofy smile on his face was so domestic and strange. But what no one else expected was for you to make a plate for Lucifer. He started thanking you profusely looking really shy about it. Everyone else was trying to scoot away from alastor who was starting to let his shadow tendrils rise. “Thank you! So much but I’m… you didn’t have too. Not that I’m not grateful! It’s very sweet of you”

“It’s my pleasure you are the king after all.” “Oh NO no no no no no. Please treat me like any other guest. I hate all the kingly stuff haha. How bout I make you a plate full of pancakes tomorrow?” You shrug stating you’re only here for today but you appreciated the offer.” Cherri bomb looked at you giving you a crooked smile. “So tell us about you and smiley, any good stories?” You tried to think of the least embarrassing but most entertaining memory you can think of.

“Well now that I know Al’s past this story makes much more sense now. Me and him went camping with some of my friends. Mind you I’ve known these people for over 10 years. One of my friends got really drunk and ended up falling off a cliff but he swear he was pushed, but none of us believed him because he was waisted. Then a bear ended up chasing him because he had leftover food in his pocket. He just had terrible luck the whole trip and guess who was near him that whole time.”

Everyone turned to look at alastor who continues to eat with a thin smile. “What? He talked over everyone, made crude jokes to my wife, and thought he could play jokes on ME of all people. The trip was more enjoyable with him unconscious. He should consider himself lucky he’s not dead, had he not been my wife’s good friend he wouldn’t have left the camp grounds.”

“I still can’t believe all of that really was you” You made your way back to the sink to clean the dishes, you could hear all the complements on your food and while you thanked them you could feel something pulling at your side. It’s nifty, and it looks like she’s trying to reach for your face. “A mess! Don’t worry I’ll get it miss.” You didn’t know what on earth she was taking about untill you felt someone come behind you and a wet sensation on your cheek.

It didn’t dawn on you what happened until you saw Alastor behind you. You blush in embarrassment realizing that he licked your cheek. “You had a little sauce on your face dear, now come sit and eat” you were about to comment until angel muttered. “I can’t believe I got that” you turned to see him holding his phone up, he must’ve wanted to take pictures of you and alastor. Speaking of alastor you don’t think you could move fast enough to stop him from pouncing at angel dust.

Speaking of alastor you don’t think you could move fast enough to stop him from pouncing at angel dust. “Alastor No!” Lucky enough Lucifer had been enough to restrain him. But if looks could kill both Lucifer and Angel would be dead by now. Seeing as the “big dick in charge” had a hold on Alastor, Angel Dust decided to get one final jab in. “Can you tell us a story now of why Ole freak face is sad in the sack?”

Too bad for him Lucifer’s grip couldn’t hold shadows though.

This was not proof read much~

@fairyv-ice @sirens-and-moonflowers @cannibalcoyote @jyoongim @thereeallink @sakuraluna2468 @fandomfan-102 @crystal-freak24

[redvexillum]

@crackrodent I really am using your requests as tribute for my Kinktober/Flufftober, lol. This is my very first Adam ask and I'm sorry, I can't kill Adam! You know how much I love Adam! That's it *rolls up sleeves* imma show you what happens when you mess with the d1ckm@ster! Rawr! 😈

Special thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for being my muse for this story. Bless you. I had way too much fucking fun writing this. 💖

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, reader is fox demon for plot, sinner!adam, d☆ggy style, reader has a potty mouth, adam is the dickmaster, an☆l play, sp☆nking, hair pulling, multiple ☆rgasm (f!receiving), sq☆irting, rough s☆x, bl☆w job, big d☆ck adam, dom/sub undertone, so much f☆cking banter istg please shut up, adam being adam, adam figuratively sucking his own dick, toxic masculinity just oozes out of adam but the sex is hot af tho, adam is kind of a loveable idiot (?), I really went overboard here...sry kit (but not rly ayyy 🤣), CRUFTTY (crack + fluff + smut)

Building a sandwich was fucking art.  

The bread had to be perfect – moist and soft, but not so soft that it turned into a soggy mess under the weight of the toppings. It needed strength to hold everything together, to create a flawless bite.  

Every ingredient was handpicked by yours truly, each one deserving its place. The crispness of the lettuce, the savoury crunch of bacon, and the creamy balance of mayonnaise all had to align just right. Too much of anything, and the delicate flavour of harmony would soon collapse into a desolate heap of failure.  

It was your first day at “Hazbin Hotel,” a place with the dumbest fucking name you’d ever heard. Redemption, they called it. A program to save sinners, to help them earn their way to heaven. So far, all you’d seen was a ragtag crew of lunatics who wouldn’t have spent five minutes together unless they had their own selfish reasons for being here.  

Not that you gave a damn. You were here for one thing: free rent and free food. Your pointy ears twitched at the sound of manic laughter echoing through the halls. Niffty? Swifty? Whatever the hell her name was, you didn’t care enough to remember.  

All that mattered right now was your sandwich.  

Your orange tail, fluffy and tipped in black, swayed behind you as you worked with precision. The smell of freshly fried bacon lingered in the air, and a satisfied shiver ran down your spine. You squinted, eyeing the perfect amount of mayonnaise that dropped onto the bread with a soft plop. A sense of pride bloomed in your chest as you spread it evenly, knowing this was going to be the best fucking sandwich you’d ever made since coming down to Hell.  

Your lips stretched into a grin as you placed the final slice of bread on top, your tail flicking back and forth in anticipation. 

This was it. 

Perfection.  

Nothing could ruin this beautiful moment.  

Until, of course, all hell broke loose.  

As you stepped into the lobby, plate in hand, you barely had time to process the chaos before you. Your feet skidded to a halt, and you almost dropped your sandwich. The sandwich you would’ve committed six counts of murder for. 

“Holy shit!” you yelped, barely saving the plate from tumbling.  

There, right in front of you, was Niffty – or Swifty – going full psycho mode, cackling like a maniac as she repeatedly stabbed the newest guest. The guy was on the floor, writhing in agony, while Niffty giggled like it was the funniest thing in the world. “DIE! DIE! DIE! HAHAHA!” she screamed, her voice high-pitched and sharp.  

The blood splattered in bright red streaks as her tiny form hovered over him, the blade of her dagger glistening with every wild thrust. You watched, half in horror, half in disbelief, as she continued her assault with a grin that could only belong to someone completely unhinged.  

It wasn’t until Charlie – or was it Marley? - rushed in, shouting and waving her arms, that the scene started to settle. “Niffty, stop!” she yelled, scooping up the small, crazed girl with a panicked gasp. The dagger slipped from Niffty’s hand, clattering to the ground, blood still dripping from its blade.  

Huh. So, the girl’s name was Niffty.  

Noted.  

You picked up your sandwich, sinking your teeth into it, and damn near moaned right there in the lobby. The crisp, salty bacon mingled with the fresh crunch of lettuce, all balanced perfectly with the smooth creaminess of mayo. The bread was just the right kind of soft, with a subtle sweetness that tied everything together. It was like biting into a small piece of fucking heaven, even if you were in literal hell.  

“Oh, fuck,” came a groan from the man on the floor, interrupting your moment of sandwich bliss. The shitty guy who’d just been stabbed was slowly getting to his feet, looking dazed. “What the fuck!” he whined, wincing as he touched his back, his fingers now slick with blood. “That fucking hurts, like, real bad!”  

You rolled your eyes. Drama queen. This was hell, he was going to regenerate in a couple of minutes anyhow. You looked at him, and you almost dropped your sandwich, again.  

This guy.  

This fucking guy.  

Why was this fucking guy here, of all places? 

Marley – no, Charlie, fuck, whatever – chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry about that,” she said, flashing a nervous grin. “I, uh, forgot to tell Niffty that you’re not a bad guy anymore and at least she didn’t stab you with Angelic Steel!” she smiled way too brightly, as if that would somehow smooth things over.  

The man groaned again, straightening up with an exaggerated wince. “Ugh, I was never a bad guy,” he huffed, raising his hands in a condescending little air-quote gesture. “I was chosen and ordained by the big man upstairs to do what was right.” His nose shot up in the air like he thought he was some hot shit, and he crossed his arms with the kind of arrogance that made you want to punch him in the throat.  

You didn’t give two shits about the conversation. Hell, it was taking every ounce of self-control not to rip his trachea out right then and there. Of all the scum in hell, this asshole was the worst.  

Before the hotel, you’d made the horrible mistake of matching with him on Vinder, thinking maybe you could enjoy a no-strings-attached fling. 

Big fucking mistake.  

Your eyes twitched at the flood of memories. His obnoxious, open-mouth chewing. His laugh – raucous, loud, and so fucking embarrassing in public. And the way he’d slapped your ass during the first date like he fucking owned you.  

Chauvinistic.  

Pig.  

Every fibre of your being hated him.  

Well, almost everything.  

Your fingers tightened around the plate; the half-eaten sandwich forgotten. You hated him with a passion, but you couldn’t deny one thing: he had a huge cock. And, fuck, he knew how to use it. No matter how many times you swore it would be the last time; you kept crawling back, falling into the same damn cycle.  

One more fuck turned into two, then three, then how the hell did this happen again?

You were a goddamn addict – specifically, addicted to his dick. If you could slap a paper bag over his head, tie him up, and just ride him without hearing his obnoxious voice, that would be ideal. But you had no fucking self-control, and now here you were, in this weird-ass hotel,probably a cult at this point, hoping for a clean break.  

Adam – fucking Adam – caught your eye. His lips curled into a wide grin, teeth flashing like he’d just found a new toy. His red eyes sparkled in the dim light as he swaggered toward you, arms wide open. “Sugartits!” he called out, his voice like nails on a chalkboard. He moved in for a hug.  

You ducked under his arm, shooting him the nastiest scowl you could muster. Your ears flattened against your head, tail dropping between your legs in a stiff, unamused twitch.  

“You two know each other?” Marley – Charlie – whoever, asked, looking between you both with a raised brow and growing curiosity.  

“No,” you said curtly, biting into your sandwich again with more aggression than necessary.  

Adam, of course, couldn’t resist. “Oh, you could say I know her very well,” he said with a shit-eating grin, waggling his eyebrows like an idiot.  

“Ew,” Marley muttered, grimacing without even trying to hide her disgust.  

You groaned inwardly. Of all the fucking people in hell, why did it have to be him? 

Before you could even form a word, Adam’s fingers wiggled playfully, his lips curling into an “O” as he honed in on your sandwich like a predator eyeing its prey. “Aww, babe, you shouldn’t have!” he exclaimed, snatching up the sandwich you had poured your soul into for the last thirty minutes.  

“Wha-Wait-” you sputtered, horrified, as he stuffed the sandwich into his mouth in two massive bites, crumbs tumbling from his lips without a single ounce of grace.  

“Oh, hmm,” he chewed noisily, his cheeks bulging with food as he smacked his lips obnoxiously. “Ya know, I think you-” smack, smack, smack – his disgusting chewing noises clashing with the image of your sandwich being annihilated. “You may have put too much mayonnaise,” he continued, crumbs flying as he spoke with his mouth open. “So, I’d give it a 4 out of 10.” 

The low, primal growl that erupted from your throat felt volcanic, like every ounce of rage you’d bottled up over the miserable dates and hollow excuses was bubbling to the surface. 

You were fucking done.  

Every humiliating dinner where he’d “forgotten” his wallet, every time you’d fucked him to deal with your frustration with him – it all flashed through your mind in an explosive torrent. Without thinking, you grabbed his collar and yanked him down to your level.  

“We need to fucking talk,” you growled, teeth clenched, venom practically dripping from your words.  

Dragging him towards your room, your eyes narrowed in disgust as Adam shot a wink at Marley, fingers raised in an unmistakable gesture for “fucking.” Of course, he thought this was just some sort of game.  

No amount of good dick would make you compromise on your self-respect–-

And yet, here you were, kneeling naked in your room, your mouth wrapped around his thick cock, the taste of him flooding your senses. The worst part? You didn’t even remember how the hell you got here.  

“Oh fuck, you missed my cock, didn’t you babe?” Adam groaned; his voice thick with smug satisfaction. His hand gripped the base of his cock while his other fingers curled into your hair, tugging hard enough to make you gasp. “Open that pretty little mouth for me. Say your prayers like the good girl you are,” he crooned, his voice dripping with arrogance.  

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  

You hated him. You hated how he could still make you fall to your knees with just a look. One second, you’d been screaming at him, ready to shove a 21-inch dildo up his ass, and the next, he had his cock out, and there you were – sucking him off like nothing had changed.  

Fuck.  

Your lips stretched painfully around his girth as he pushed deeper into your mouth, groaning as your warmth engulfed him. His soft, pudgy stomach pressed against your forehead as he shoved his fat cock all the way to the hilt. Your throat tightened around him, gagging slightly, but the reaction only made your pussy throb with need. The taste of him was heady, familiar, and it brought back memories of the way he could fuck you into oblivion, no matter how much you hated him.  

“That’s it, babe, suck it nice and deep,” Adam grunted, his hips thrusting forward as he buried himself deeper in your throat. “Bet you fucking missed this cock, huh? It’s been too long since you had a real man inside you.” 

You rolled your eyes, choking back the desire to tell him to shut the fuck up. If he would just be quiet for one goddamn second, you’d probably cum just from sucking his cock alone. But no, he always had to run his mouth.  

Then, his foot pressed firmly between your legs, the top of it rubbing directly against your slick pussy. Your breath hitched as his smug grin stretched wider, his eyes locking onto yours. “Go on, babe,” he taunted, his voice low and teasing. “I want to see you hump like the needy slut you are. Show me how much you fucking need it.” 

The words should’ve made you furious, but instead, they sent a shudder of arousal through your body. Your hips moved on their own, grinding down against his foot, your wetness soaking his skin as you rode him like you were desperate for release.  

You should hate this. You should hate him.  

You do hate him.  

But goddammit, you don’t hate this. 

“Mmph,” you moaned around his cock, your voice muffled by the thick shaft filling your throat. Your hips bucked wildly against his foot, the pressure building inside you faster than you’d like to admit. The musky taste of his pre-cum sliding down your throat made your whole-body clench in anticipation, bringing you dangerously close to the edge.  

“That’s right, sugartits,” Adam groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Look how good you are, sucking my big, fat cock.” The grin on his face was full of smug pride, and you could practically see the self-satisfaction swelling in his chest.  

The words “fuck you” echoed in your mind, but the moment his foot sped up, rubbing your clit in rapid strokes, your defiance crumbled beneath the weight of pure pleasure. The sharp edge of it cut through you, sending heat spreading like wildfire as your body tensed. Then, the first orgasm ripped through you, crashing like a wave and leaving your nerves buzzing in its wake.  

A muffled moan escaped around his cock, your spit trailing down your chin, your eyes rolling back in your head as your hands dug into his thighs for support. Fuck, it felt good. Fuck, it’s been too long.  

Adam pulled his cock free with a wet pop, and you barely had time to catch your breath before your legs trembled, the aftershocks still rippling through you.  

But just as you started to get your bearings, the world spun as he flipped you upside down, blood rushing to your head, disorienting you. His cock was right in your face again, and your brain struggled to catch up.  

“Wh-what the fuck are you doing?” you screeched, grabbing onto his bare hip for balance, your legs flailing helplessly in the air like a fish out of water.  

“Relax, babe. I’m going to eat you out,” he said simply, his breath hot against your dripping folds. He didn’t wait for your reply. “Now, shut up. Either suck my cock or wait your turn like a good girl for your second orgasm.” The condescension in his voice made you want to punch him.  

“Fuck you,” you spat, but your words were cut short as Adam ground his cock against your cheek, the heat of him searing into your skin.  

“You’re not that – ah – ah – fuck!” The insult died in your throat as your knees buckled, legs trembling with the sudden rush of pleasure. His tongue was already working between your folds, lapping at your wetness with obscene slurping sounds, like he was a dog drinking from a fountain.  

“Oh fuck, I’ve had better, you know,” you gasped, but even as you said it, your vision blurred from the lightheadedness, the blood pooling in your head making you dizzy. Your words rang hollow.  

Adam didn’t respond with words. Instead, he shoved his thick tongue deeper inside you, practically fucking your pussy with it. The roughness of his beard brushed against your sensitive clit, sending shockwaves through your body that had you trembling.  

“Fuck...fuck...” you whined, unable to stop the involuntary moans spilling from your lips. Your hand instinctively found his cock, pumping it with desperate need. You fucking jackass. You hated how his scent, his cock, his fucking presencehad this kind of power over you. The desire to ride him until you couldn’t walk for days burned in your gut.  

You hated everything about him – his cocky attitude, his smug grin, his fucking voice.  

But fuck, his cock? His cock almost made up for it. Almost. 

With a loud curse, as his mouth latched onto your swollen clit and sucked with relentless abandon, you felt yourself losing control. Your mouth opened wide, taking him back inside, your head bobbing back and forth as he fucked your mouth in rhythm with his tongue devouring you.  

The pressure from hanging upside down added to the dizzying pleasure, the blood rushing to your head making you lightheaded, while the taste of him hit your tongue. You needed both hands to grip his cock, stroking it harder, faster, desperate for his release – desperate for something to satisfy the ache growing inside you. Every orgasm he gave you left you unsatisfied because you knew the only thing that could truly wreck you was him fucking you senseless.  

As he always did.  

Your stomach clenched tight, thighs shaking as Adam moaned into your cunt, the vibration sending shivers of delight through you. His nose nudged against the base of your folds, his breath hot and heavy. “You gonna cum again, bitch?” he growled, his voice muffled, but the meaning was clear. The vibration of his words only pushed you closer to the edge.  

You hated how right he was. Fuck, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you cum again. You wanted to prove he wasn’t that good, that he didn’t know your body inside and out, that he couldn’t make you sing like a fucking instrument in his hands.  

But it was like he could read your mind, taking your challenge as an invitation. He bucked his hips, pistoning into your mouth harder, while his lips and tongue attacked your clit with reckless fervour. Saliva dripped from your mouth, your face flushed and wet with the effort of keeping up with his pace.  

It was only a matter of time. Your body betrayed you, your ass clenched, your legs spread wider, and with one last pulse of his tongue against your sensitive nub, you exploded. Another orgasm hit you, more intense than the last, your muffled cries of release vibrating around his cock as your body shook in his grasp.  

Tears blurred your vision, streaming down your face as waves of pleasure coursed through your body, leaving you breathless. The world spun once more as Adam laid you down, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.  

Your chest heaved, breath ragged, and your left leg twitched with the aftershocks pulsing through your still-throbbing core. The only sounds were your gasps and his own laboured breathing, tangled together in the humid air.  

Through bleary, tear-filled eyes, you glared up at him. “Fuck you,” you managed to spit out between shaky breaths.  

Adam, ever the cocky bastard, stroked his cock, slick with your spit, his hand gliding smoothly along his length. “Babe, that’s exactly what I’m about to do.” His smirk was infuriating, and all you could think about was shoving his face between your legs, smothering him with your pussy until he couldn’t talk anymore. God, you wanted to suffocate him with it. Death by cunt? Sign me the fuck-up. 

Why did he have to be such a colossal dick? The thought barely crossed your mind before his knees sank into the mattress, the bed groaning under his weight.  

“It you didn’t - hah – talk so much, you’d almost be tolerable,” you shot back, each word laced with venom.  

He burst out into bright laughter. “Tolerable? Baby, the way you worship my cock, you’re practically my most devout follower.” His sharp grin caught the dim light, and you couldn’t help the eye-roll that followed.  

“Holy fuck, you’re the biggest douchebag I know, I can’t even – ah!” Your words turned into a yelp as he slammed his hips against yours, burying himself deep inside you, aided by the slick remnants of your previous orgasms and his saliva.  

“Feel that?” he huffed, rolling his hips against your oversensitive clit, his voice dripping with smugness. “Look how fucking needy you are, bitch,” his grin widened as he looked down at you, eyes gleaming. “How many other cocks have tried to fill you since me? Any of them as good?” His hips slammed into yours, the wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.  

“Tell me, huh? Bet none of them could do this.” He pulled out, teasing you, before driving his cock back in, deeper, harder, the tip nudging against your cervix.  

“FUCK!” you screamed, legs instinctively spreading wider, your body arcing up to meet his. “You’re - ugh – such – a – fucking – ugh – ASS!” Each word was broken by the force of his persistent thrusts, the bed beneath you creaking in rhythm with his movements. It was like the damn thing was protesting as loudly as you were.  

“Good?” he smirked, filling in the blanks for you with every thrust. “Sexy? Amazing? Fantastic?” His pace quickened, clearly getting off on his own damn ego. If there was one thing he’d come from, it was the sound of his own bullshit.  

“All - ugh – you're good for – is your dick,” you growled, strands of hair sticking to your sweaty face, your skin slick with the sheen of your effort. You hated him, hated how smug he was, how cocky – and fuck, how right he was about how good his cock felt.  

Adam pulled out, his cock rock-hard and glistening with your arousal clinging to him. He gripped your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your ass up and pressing your face into the mattress.  

Your heart skipped. This was the position that always wrecked you. Every. Single. Time. 

“That’s why,” he lined up, the blunt tip of his cock teasing your entrance, “they call me the Dickmaster.” He punctuated his words by thrusting into you in one fluid stroke, filling you completely, pushing deep until he hit your womb. Your back arched as a shameless moan tore from your lips, your body curling from the overwhelming fullness.  

“FUCK.” You nearly screamed. “Dickmaster? Are you fucking serious?” But despite the sheer cringe of the nickname, your body betrayed you. You moaned, louder, longer, as he thrust into you. The pleasure mixed with the sheer absurdity of it all.  

He was so fucking cheesy. The cringiest man alive. Dickmaster? More like Cringemaster. And yet, here you were, being dicked down by this walking embarrassment, moaning like a bitch in heat. The passion you felt for him, the anger, the lust – it all mixed into a chaotic storm, burning hot inside you.  

“Fuuuck youuu,” you wailed, voice trembling as Adam’s hips resumed their brutal, punishing rhythm. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, his hand coming down hard on your ass, the crack of skin-on-skin only fuelling the fire that was already burning through you.  

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fucking kill you,” you sobbed, the sting from each slap merging with the pleasure, searing through your core as the heat radiated across your skin. You were sure his handprint was branded on your ass, marking you as his.  

The pleasure built and built, his heavy balls slapping mercilessly against your clit with each thrust. It was overwhelming, your body trembling in a puddle of your own arousal, tears, and drool. 

Why did you keep coming back to him? Out of all the sinners you could fuck, you always crawled back to him for a taste of that damn dick.  

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted mindlessly, your cunt squeezing tight around him as another orgasm threatened to break loose. But just when you were on the edge, he reached for your tail and yanked. Hard. 

“YIP!” you screeched, the sharp, high-pitched squeal erupting from your throat as the flames of your arousal were doused instantly. You whipped your head around, glaring at him over your shoulder. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” you barked, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that you were on all fours, impaled on his cock with your ass still up in the air.  

Adam’s eyes widened, his expression morphing from confusion to realization. “Oh shit, so that wasn’t your butt plug?” he asked, cock still buried deep inside you, pulsing against your fluttering walls that betrayed the fury burning inside you.  

“WE’VE BEEN FUCKING FOR OVER HALF A YEAR, YOU ASSHOLE,” you snapped, baring your teeth in a snarl. “YOU EVEN FUCKED MY ASS! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’D BE WEARING A BUTT PLUG NOW?” 

He raised his hands in mock surrender, but his hips didn’t stop rocking gently into you, sending shivers up your spine despite your anger. “Babe, it was an honest mistake,” he said before licking his fingers and sliding one thick digit down, pressing against your ass. “Let me make it up to you.” 

Before you could protest, his finger was already pushing past the tight ring of muscle, sinking into your ass as your tail stiffened in response. “Oh, fuck,” you groaned, your resolve crumbling as the pleasure returned full force. His finger curled just right, rubbing the thin wall separating your pussy from your ass, sending jolts of ecstasy through both holes.  

“Remember when I took your anal virginity?” Adam’s voice was smug, but the curl of his finger had you moaning instead of cursing him out. He pumped his finger slowly, in sync with the thrusts of his cock, his breath ragged with excitement. “You told me you hated anal, but look at you now. Begging for more.” 

Your head dropped onto the mattress, your tail wagging unconsciously as he added another finger, stretching you wider. You closed your eyes, trying to block out his annoying voice, but your ass wiggled back against him, betraying your need for more. “Fucking hell,” you whimpered, completely undone.  

He laughed, the sound deep and rich. “Told you. After I finish with your pussy, I’ll give that ass some love too. They don’t call me the dickmaster for nothing.” His voice was maddening, but the way his fingers curled inside you made you forget how much you wanted to punch him.  

Your ears flicked back, frustration mingling with desire. If only he would shut the fuck up, you would’ve come already – twice, even.  

“Babe, you want my load that bad?” Adam cooed, his voice breathy as his cock twitched inside you. “You wanna be my cum dump?” he chuckled, fingers and cock working in perfect, relentless tandem.  

“Sh-sh-shut up,” you moaned, voice low and trembling as your walls tightened around both his cock and his fingers. You were so close, teetering on the edge. 

If he would just stop talking... 

He pulled his fingers out of your ass, leaving you gasping at the sudden emptiness. His wet fingers gripped your hips, pulling your ass up higher as he pressed his weight down on you. Then, he started to fuck you hard – exactly the way you liked it – each brutal thrust forcing you down into the bed.  

Your breath came in broken gasps, each thrust stealing the words from your lips as his cock filled you completely, forcing your slick walls to stretch for him. The bed creaked and groaned under you, matching the wet slap of skin on skin, the rhythmic pounding filled the room. Your stomach clenched, thighs quivering as you squeezed your eyes shut, knowing you were about to explode.  

When his cock hit your g-spot again and again, your moan rose low and long, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You babbled incoherently, swearing and pleading for him to fill you.  

And he did.  

He always fucking did.  

Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded your pussy, painting your insides as the pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave. You were wrecked, ruined, and thoroughly fucked – just the way you wanted it. 

He pushed your body down, rolling you onto your back and stretching your thighs wide apart like he was prepping a canvas for his masterpiece. The thrill of being exposed sent shivers down your spine, and before you could catch your breath, his lips found your aching, sensitive clit.  

His fingers dove into your cum-soaked folds, the squelching sounds echoing in the air, making you feel like a goddamn wet sponge. You were so close to the edge of another orgasm that your muscles quivered with anticipation. Your head tilted back, pressing against the bed, and you gasped as warmth flooded out of you, mingling with Adam’s thick, syrupy load.  

“OH FUCK, FUCK!” you cried out, fingers curling tightly against the bedsheets, heels digging into the mattress like you were trying to anchor yourself to sanity. His mouth continued to suck at your oversensitive bud, relentless and teasing, even as you drenched him with your essence.  

You peeked open your eyes to find him grinning like a kid in a candy store, his face glistening with your juices, and it sent a fresh wave of heat rushing to your core. The feeling of him latching onto you was intoxicating, pushing you to new heights as your walls pulsated around his fingers, unable to tell whether this was yet another orgasm or simply an extension of the last.  

“ADAM!” you screamed, practically sobbing as your body jolted and convulsed under his ministrations. Pleasure poured over you, and your breath came in heavy gasps, your mind slipping into a blissful haze. His fingers curled perfectly inside you, mashing your g-spot like he was playing some twisted game of whack a mole, keeping you suspended in a state of everlasting pleasure.  

The last thing you registered before the world faded away was Adam moaning your name, his voice vibrating through your very core like a damn choir.  

When you fluttered your eyes open again, your body was still bare and sprawled out like a starfish on the bed. You heard that familiar sound of suckling, and looking down, you couldn’t help but groan at the sight – his familiar mop of brown hair nestled between your thighs, still focused on drinking you up like a man starved for 40 days and 40 nights. 

Pleasure washed over you in soft, slow strokes as Adam continued to eat you out. “How long have you been down there?” you asked, voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning.  

His head popped up, lips and chin glistening with your arousal. “Dunno, but they do call me the ultimate pussy eater,” he said with a cheeky grin, like he was the fucking king of the world.  

You dropped your head back against the bed, trying to stifle a laugh. “No, they don’t,” you muttered, breath hitching as his tongue parted your slick folds again. “Fuck, we can’t keep doing this,” you whined, instinctively opening your thighs wider to give him better access.  

His fingers gripped your hips, anchoring you as his tongue burrowed deeper into your pussy, pressing against your inner walls, exploring every inch like he was on some treasure hunt.  

Naturally, he didn’t listen to your protests. He continued to slurp and lick, devouring you like a feast, and you should have stopped him.  

You really should have.  

But as a jolt of pleasure shot up your spine, tingling all the way to your core, a soft, breathy moan escaped your lips.  

Fuck, this was bad. You had come to the hotel knowing you had little self-control around him, and at this rate, you were destined to fuck him every day.  

Your body, soft and pliant, refused to budge; instead, you pushed your hips deeper into his mouth. “Fuck you,” you murmured weakly, as he coaxed another sultry moan from your lips. “This will be the last fucking time, I swear,” you insisted, squeezing your eyes shut as he pushed you closer to the edge of pleasure.  

But deep down, you knew you had said it was the last time so many fucking times that you’d lost count of your own vows.  

You hated him, yes.  

But fuck him and fuck yourself. 

You didn’t hate this. 

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I don't know about crazy but I do have a theory 😂

I think the reason why Taekook sometimes appear awkward, distant or even a little cold is because they simply do not know how to act around each other on camera anymore. Let me explain:

-From what I've seen of them, always gravitating around each other, always wanting/needing a little physical contact, I'm under the strooong impression that they are such a clingy, physically affectionate couple! I actually think they are all over each other when the cameras aren't on😂! Lovey dovey dorks!

-When you're this close to someone and this used to them it becomes second nature for you. When things got a little dangerous for the company and the whole separating them on camera started, they resorted to restraining themselves a lot. Perhaps going a little overboard out of fear or apprehension with so much at stake? Thinking that a single slip up would make people catch on instantly? I think they underestimated the amount of heteronormativity going around, because I'm 100% sure that if one of them was a woman, everyone would be convinced they are together at this point. But since they are men, and fandom has somehow villainized the idea of two band members falling in love (regardless of how that makes so much sense), they are able to be brushed off as only brothers, companions, besties etc. I think they decided to limit the interactions to the least possible on camera!

Restraining yourself on how much you can be close to your partner, especially when they are around you 24/7 must be so uncomfortable and unnatural. I, of course, don't doubt how professionnal taekook are and also don't doubt that they must have cut so many sequences of them(that thought haunts me everyday!!🤣🤣)

That phase, IMO, ended in late 2019. There was a huge shift especially in early 2020. There was a certain giddiness, excitement, closeness, and a consistency in those that felt...new? Special. Ever since then, they gradually got more settled, comfy!

I personally think they wanted to normalize their bond in the eyes of fandom as much as possible so nothing could shock them! lol And for the grand public too! And when you add ta*nnie in the equation alongside the narratives set up by company, it creates a thick blanket of security mostly made of heteronormativity, allowing them to be more relaxed and not be a threat in the eyes of company! I call it "hiding in plain sight". But old habits die hard right? I think even after all that work, they still have these moments of "oh, let's not do too much now", little uncertainties, little jump scares here and there😂! Does it make sense?

-I also think over the years, just as any relationship evolves, theirs became more mature and settled. there are less chances of grand gestures in this case!

-I adhere so much in the idea of them posting each other intentionally to make a point at important moments: these days selca just before paris and ta*nnie, so pretty I could die (😭😭) just before AYS drops, etc. Like😂 the timing is sooo right it can't be that innocent!

This got long quickly😂❤️

Hi @whattypeofsoul!

I agree! I think when Tae and Jk became a couple and Bh was (made) aware of that.. it became almost a message of choosing between being together or achieving their goals as BTS. I think in BH's minds the two seemed impossible to co-exist. Tae and Jk both want those big careers as singers, and on top of that they would also have felt the weight of carrying the other members dreams and ambitions as well. I think it was a huge play on them feeling guilty and loyal to BTS but at the same time just being in love with each other and simply wanting to be together. So I do think during those early years.. they were scared of showing too much and possibly risking all members careers. As people grow up and mature though.. we learn how to manage ourselves and we learn how to place things in perspective. Jk and Tae at first only worked with the perspective of anythey they did being too much... I think they slowly gained other perspectives and ways to be together without it being too much for the public. Their friendship is a really good cover. They are both physically compfortable with others as well, so they can hug and touch without it being seen as couply. I think their mindsets changed as well. When you are in love during your early twenties.. things still feel so overwhelming. Time changes so much and I think that was definitely the reason why we saw a change with Tae and Jk as well.

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for shut up jensen hehe

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Questions from this ask game and for this Valentine's fic with awkward date!Jake Jensen.

Whoopsy, this got a bit spicy...

11

In typical dude fashion, Jake prefers more masculine nicknames or terms of endearment, specifically, 'handsome' and 'big guy.' He's not opposed to softer ones, but you'll have to only use those in private unless you want to upset him.

To be fair, he already gets relentlessly teased by his colleagues. Just let him have this, yeah?

As far as nicknames for you, he's waited so long to have his own girl and sweetheart that he sticks with the classics, too. 'Sweets' or 'sweetheart' are the most common. 'My girl' is mostly private and frequently sexual. 'M'lady' is because he's a fucking dork.

🙄🤣

17

Ehhh, Jake is not articulate with the more complicated feelings. He can deal in certainties--how much he wants you or what is attractive about you for him, saying 'I love you' actually ends up being pretty easy, etc.--but when it comes to things that Jake thinks he should feel a certain way about but doesn't, he struggles to say.

Like for whatever reason (because at first he doesn't know the reason), he can't share space very well. He hesitates to spend the whole night. He hesitates to use your bathroom or shower even. He definitely hesitates to move in.

This takes many coaxing conversations to comprehend until finally he confesses that he has so little space to himself when working that his own apartment is a haven in every way. He has complete control of that space. The eventual middle ground is moving into a place big enough for his own office/tech room and his own bathroom. Jake needs a retreat from everything. You are allowed in there, of course. It isn't a part of your home that's off-limits to you, but he's responsible for those areas. Nothing ever moves unless he moves it.

32

Oh yeah, y'all drink. Nobody gets blind-drunk for the most part, but you have drinks out with friends, with dinner, and most notably, play drinking games.

Jake loves drinking games--as well as strip poker, as discussed here--but gets overzealous and can get very drunk, very quickly sometimes. He's not a lightweight, but it can escalate when he doesn't pay attention to the volume of alcohol he consumes.

Drunk Jake gets handsy and has no tact. He will face-plant into your pussy or motorboat your breasts. This is just a thing you have to live with or preemptively stop him from doing/get him home quickly. There have been incidents of quickies in bar bathrooms because he will not stop grabbing at you or talking about how fucking hard you make him.

Spoiler alert: this is not a quiet man when he 'whispers' dirty things to you OR when he comes while tipsy. You absolutely have to cover his mouth and pray nobody overhears if you're still out and about.

The key thing about Jake is that you feel very safe with him, and that translates to a comfort where you trust you'll be okay even if you go a little overboard yourself. He's attentive. He notices changes in your mood easily. He can sober up super fast if he senses you need help or want to leave.

Ok and this barely has to do with alcohol but Jake has this thing about how romantic it is to be super close on your nights in. If you two are watching a movie together or even playing a video game, your body is against his, either by way of snuggling into his side or sitting between his legs. It's half the fun to hold his controller in his hands right above yours and try to distract you by kissing your neck (or you by wiggling your ass against his lap). I mention this because if you two are gonna sit that close and kiss and share everything, you usually share a drink, too. There's only one beer, or one glass of wine, or one cocktail on the table for both of you. Almost always your choice of drink, he doesn't have a preference usually, but it also creates fewer dishes.

Jake Jensen hates doing dishes. It's just...a thing...

Thank you for asking!

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Lily's adjusting so well to being here already. She had a lot of issues with the stairs yesterday but is taking them like a champ today. She's rolling over and showing me her belly a lot, and wagging her tail now instead of keeping it mostly tucked or not wagging it. And she does the cutest full-bodied wiggle now when she gets back up on the deck and wants to play after using the bathroom outside.

She definitely has serious food aggression issues, though. The way she attacks her food, however, we're now certain that it's because she was being massively underfed; her foster yesterday said they were only feeding her 1 cup in the morning, and then 1 cup at night, and sometimes a snack at noon. But we expect she'll at least be between 70 and 100 pounds minimum- which means she should be getting double what she was getting a day (around 4 to 5 cups instead).

We're really glad we splurged the $40 on one of those slow-feeder bowls when we saw them at PetSense during our shopping spree Saturday. Yesterday we fed her without it and she ate so fast she wound up vomiting twice. Today I've been feeding her with the slow-feeder bowl and it's forced her to go so much slower, and she hasn't had any issues. She does get annoyed with it, though, because she wants to hoover down her food so bad, but it doesn't let her, and you can just tell that it frustrates her. But we already know it'll be so much better for her in the end.

We're still going to physically work with her about the aggressiveness whenever she shows it. But we think she'll naturally calm down quite a lot once she realizes there's enough food; she's getting enough, she won't have to wait, and she won't always be hungry now. Especially once she finally starts to put some proper weight on her bones. Because at the moment you can feel her spine and ribs far too easily through her fur.

Right now she's in kennel jail at the moment because I gave her peanut butter in her Kong, and one of the Cats walked past and she went after them. So I took her Kong away and kenneled her as punishment. I'll bring her back out in about 20 minutes and try the Kong again, and see how it goes the second time. We may not be able to do treat toys until we've worked the general food aggressiveness out, however.

ETA: Second Peanut Butter + Kong attempt is going much more smoothly. Instead of launching after the Cat that walked past, she only growled. And that was easy to correct without having to re-kennel her. Lord, the puppy eyes I got for correcting her, though 😭 Child could make a heart melt, she's so precious. I. Must. Stay. Strong. Though!

ETA 2: I did get nipped when refilling her Slow-Feeder bowl; she was sniffing around like she wanted more food, so I went to give her some (we're in agreement of going a bit overboard right now until the weight's back on- especially when she's actively hungry). But I wanted to try out the sit-and-wait with her, where she sits near the bowl as I fill it and waits until I say "Ok" to eat- which I think will help a little bit with her food aggression ... She did mostly ok with it, actually- up until she decided she'd had enough of the whole "waiting" thing and lunged for the bowl 🤣 I went to put my hand in to pull her away to put her back in the sit position a bit further away from the bowl, and got a very slight nip from her in retaliation. So she will bite a bit in that state (good to know), but she doesn't do it even remotely hard. More like mouthing, just with puppy teeth.

Her first appointment with our Vet is Wednesday morning. She'll be getting her final Parvo / Distemper vaccine, her Rabies vaccine, and we're having the Vet check her for a UTI given the way she's been peeing since we got her (she'll go a little bit in a lot of places).

I also want them to do a general exam to make sure she's good- and we want to talk to them about whether or not we should put her on a Joint compound early to help prevent some of the issues that Great Pyrenees are prone to, since they're prone to a LOT of joint and spine issues. If there's any tests we can do to see if it's likely that she'll wind up with those issues, we may opt into doing those, as well. So that's also potentially on the roster.

She's settling in so well, though. I'm so happy! I can't wait to see how she reacts to my Husband getting home from work today; I can't help but wonder what their routine will be, and if it'll be anything like what his and Whisper's was.

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The Chocolate Cosmos has earned its place on the list of rare flowers of the world as it has been extinct in the wild for years. The Chocolate Cosmos is a rich reddish-brown in colour and gives off a rich chocolate fragrance when it blooms, hence its name. This red flower is native to Mexico, however they no longer exist in the wild. It does not produce any seeds and needs to be grown with the help of tissue culture or root division. Technically, only clones of the original flower survive today.

Happy Valentines Day! Did I go overboard with this long-ass list? Maybe so 🤣 a special thanks to everyone who participated on the V Day poll I did a while ago; rarepair romance was the most voted option so here we are! I let myself go wild with ships and tropes, the idea was to celebrate some peak romance and I hope this list reflects the nuanced complexities of love in its many forms. There are different kinds of love here: soft and tender, devastating and all-consuming, transgressive, comforting, damning, but in all cases poignant and true. This got a bit too long but I had lots of fun putting it together. I hope everyone will be able to find nice new ships and hidden gems. Happy readings!

Triads

Aim For My Heart by @tackytigerfic (M, 3.4k) - Harry/Draco/Ron

Harry's in love, Ron's in control, and Draco just wants a nice lunch.

Sanctuary by Lokifan (E, 3.8k) - Harry/Draco/Bill

When Harry goes to them, he isn’t running away from the bleak, lonely parts of life any more. He’s running towards something better.

Flood by holyfant (E, 4.7k) - Harry/Ron/Hermione

Hermione's idea, of course, this getaway. Away from prying eyes, no one else to focus on, see how they got on then with this new thing between them.

Love to Give by @kittycargo (E, 9.5k) - Harry/Draco/Neville

Neville and Harry are in a relationship when Draco moves back from Italy and needs a place to stay. Neville never knew how much love he had to give.

A Case of You by @ruinsplume (E, 10k) - Albus/James/Scorpius

James has been good: ever since Albus got together with Scorpius Malfoy, James has stayed far away from his brother.

Stopper & Reeve by @vdoshu (E, 10k) - Harry/Teddy/Draco

Teddy gets his very first knot stuck in his fleshlight. And somehow that’s not the worst part of his day.

Better Than by marguerite_26 (E, 11k) - Harry/Ginny/Draco

Ginny offers Harry something a little different for their anniversary.

Those that move by hippocrates460 (E, 17k) - Ron/Krum/Hermione

Based on the prompt "Hermione wants to make Ron's dream come true, a date and night together with Viktor Krum.

A Life Worth Remembering by @writcraft (E, 23k) - Harry/Draco/Snape

Severus Snape wakes in St Mungo’s, to discover that a potions accident has wiped the last forty years from his body and mind.

just call this what it is by queens_crown (M, 27k) - Harry/Draco/Theo

Upon returning to Hogwarts after the war, Harry can't sleep. He's not the only one.

Tiny Home by @wolfpants (E, 30k) - Harry/Draco/Ron

The last two people Draco expects to find chopping wood on his property are Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. But there they are.

Licurici by @lou-isfake (E, 133k) - Harry/Draco/Charlie

Charlie wanted Harry, but he’d never planned on having him. He’d never planned on Draco Malfoy, either.

Bonus: Sardines by @shiftylinguini (E, 4k) - Albus/Scorpius + Teddy/James

It’s bad enough his cock is hard from listening to the impromptu midnight pornography of his brother getting off; Albus is not going to add seeing it to the list of reasons why he lost his mind, and presumably his eyesight, on the eve of his grandmother's seventieth.

MLM

Mischief Managed by @maesterchill (E, 1.7k) - Harry/Sirius

Nothing has been said, nothing solemnly sworn, but they both know what's going to happen.

Flare Up by Lokifan (E, 1.8k) - Draco/Ron

Draco is still afraid of fire sometimes. Ron helps.

Between the Houses by @thesleepiesthufflepuff (E, 2k) - Dean/Charlie

He paused on the doormat, taking out the ring that he’d stowed away several hours ago.

Coming Up for Air by @lqtraintracks (M, 2k) - Harry/Teddy

I could have died of it, your tenderness toward me. Instead I decided to live.

The Left and Leaving by @wolfpants (E, 3k) - Bill/Charlie

Deep in the woods, he finds him in the treehouse.

Slip Free of My Grasp by @lqtraintracks (E, 3.5k) - Harry/Sirius

I don't want to be bad for him. I want to do bad things and still be, somehow, inexplicably, good.

Surface Texture by @the-starryknight (E, 5.3k) - Harry/Teddy

I've drawn a hundred portraits, but none quite like Harry's. In the early hours of the morning, I lay him bare in charcoal and paper.

Pigment by @wynnefic (T, 5.7k) - Harry/Sirius

Sirius makes a promise to Harry during the war. Three years later, he keeps his word.

On the Same Side by rillalicious (M, 7.5k) - Teddy/Charlie

Teddy is heading to Romania to protest a proposed anti-dragon law. He finds an interesting ally there.

To Me You Are the Sea by marguerite_26 (E, 8.5k) - Harry/Scorpius

Scorpius dreaded attending Harry Potter's fiftieth birthday party for more reasons than he cared to admit.

Following The Wrong God Home by scoradh (M, 9k) - Harry/Ron

Ron isn't gay. But, feeling like he's losing his best friend, he sometimes wishes that he was.

Putting Charlie Right by mindabbles (E, 9k) - Teddy/Charlie

Teddy is very, very good at his job, and he’d be able to prove that fact if Charlie wasn’t bent on distracting him.

Settle by mindabbles (E, 9.3k) - Teddy/James

James has never wanted to settle down – or maybe he’s never wanted to settle.

Hopelessly Devoted To You by @writcraft (E, 10k) - Harry/George

Harry and George watch a lot of musicals and accidentally fall in love.

like the lost lyrics of a song suddenly remembered by @lqtraintracks (E, 11k) - Teddy/Bill, Teddy/James

Teddy Lupin, aging rockstar, is making a comeback after his life and career were nearly ruined by an illegal potions habit.

A Soft Spot for Lost Causes by Helenish (E, 13k) - Draco/Ron

"Remember at school? Weasel? You’re so poor and dirty?" Ron said encouragingly "You hated me." “I did," Draco said.

Sun Kissed by @static-abyss (M, 13k) - Harry/Ron

Harry notices the freckles the first time they meet, the light dusting across Ron's face as he stands there in his maroon knitted jumper with the yellow R in the centre.

Prelude and Fugue by shes_gone (E, 16k) - Harry/Ron

It took over an hour, from the time Harry arrived at work, for him to realise just how different today actually was.

Winter of '79 by @writcraft (E, 17.5k) - James/Sirius

Post-punk Britain is in the grip of another brutal winter, Thatcher is in power and Muggle gay bars keep getting raided for no reason at all.

Dreaming Skies by @sweet-s0rr0w and @tackytigerfic (E, 20k) - Draco/Ron

Draco's life is going nowhere, so when Charlie Weasley offers him a job out on his reserve, Draco doesn't think twice before booking a Portkey.

Brighter Than the Sun by @goldentruth813 (E, 24k) - Draco/James

James Sirius Potter is gorgeous. He's also half Draco's age. Getting emotionally involved with him would be a complete and utter disaster.

There’s Something About A Malfoy by mindabbles (E, 27k) - Harry/Scorpius, Draco/Charlie

Charlie has no room in his drawers for anyone else's skivvies, Harry wallows in moral agony for a bit, Draco wants to rebuild his life, and Scorpius just wants Harry to stop being an idiot.

The NottPott Chronicles by @amarillis39 and @missmrah (E, 33k) - Harry/Theo

A series of moments from Theo and Harry’s lives as they learn to navigate their relationship, deal with their demons or just simply revel in each other’s company.

The Beating of This Fragile Heart by @writcraft (E, 33k) - Harry/Snape

After the war, the last thing Severus Snape needs is the memory of a fleeting wartime kiss and a very persistent Harry Potter thwarting his plans to live a peaceful and solitary life.

Rapture by mia_ugly (2015, E, 48k) - Harry/Snape

Snape sees the man, for the first time, on his twenty-fifth birthday.

Is This It by MildredMost (E, 52k) - Draco/Ron

Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy get trapped in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement during an attack drill.

Possibly, Maybe by Curlee_Cue (E, 72k) - Harry/Scorpius

“A hand carefully brushed Scorpius’ hair out of his eyes and turned his head to face his rescuer. And of course, who else would it be, but Harry Potter? Once just an abstract legend, now his very own personal saviour.”

WLW

Breaking wild roses (stings like love’s pain) by @teacup-tai (E, 1.3k) - Pansy/Hermione

I feel like a scream is stuck inside my chest, creeping up in the deep dark hollow of my throat. It’s a mix of pain and agony.

All Roads Lead To by pauraque (T, 2.5k) - Cho/Luna

After leaving Hogwarts, Cho isn't sure if there's a place for her anymore in the fight against Voldemort. Luna comes to convince her that there is.

Her Life in Dreams and Wakefulness by rillalicious (M, 4.2k) - Gabrielle/Luna

The first time she has the dream, Gabrielle is sixteen years old.

Independent Love Song by @writcraft (E, 6.2k) - Ginny/Millicent

Millicent Bulstrode is a tailor and Ginny is losing her mind over a woman in a tweed blazer and burgundy brogues.

Rogue Waves by @lqtraintracks (E, 6.5k) - Ginny/Pansy

A story of living with the trauma, fucking who you want, and maybe finding a little solace.

my heart beats slow by @candybarrnerd (T, 7k) - Ginny/Luna

Luna's been there for her through thick and thin. It's been the two of them as long as she can remember.

Single and Snacking in Phoenix, AZ by @violetclarity (E, 25k) - Ginny/Pansy, Harry/Luna

When she told her friends she was bringing a date to Harry and Luna’s wedding, Ginny had only wanted them to stop bothering her about her love life.

Passion, Patents, and Pen Pals at the Ministry by @violetclarity and yrfrndfrnkly (T, 32k) - Pansy/Hermione

After an extremely ill-timed lovers'-tiff-turned-food-fight at the Ministry leaves her less one boyfriend and suspended without pay for six months, Hermione pleads for some position–anything–to fill her days until her suspension is up.

Play Me Like A Love Song by @writcraft (E, 68k) - McGonagall/Grubbly-Plank

Minerva McGonagall doesn’t believe in love at first sight, which is why her instant attraction to drag king Wilhelmina ("Will") Grubbly-Plank is so unexpected.

Bonus: Mothering Sunday by pauraque (T, 3.6k) - Astoria & Narcissa

Narcissa always wanted a little girl of her own, and Astoria never really had a proper Mum. Together they build something that neither of them ever knew was possible.

HET

And Again by @fw00shy (M, 1.4k) - Teddy/Astoria

The graduate school boys who came up from uni; well, she may be near forty, but they never aged a day.

heart by @onbeinganangel (E, 1.6k) - Draco/Astoria

After their reluctant betrothal and consequent marriage, letting Astoria take over the Malfoy business and estate was a no-brainer.

Lightning Strikes Twice by torino10154 (E, 3.5k) - Ron/Pansy

Ron never sleeps with the same woman twice. Until he meets Pansy, that is.

Coda: Temperantia by @skeptiquewrites (E, 4.6k) - Pansy/Theo

Post-War, Pansy Parkinson is a disgrace to both the traditional and progressive Wizarding worlds and she can't blame them for leaving her behind.

The Secret Incantation by pauraque (E, 5k) - Hermione/Sirius

This is what she wants. This is what he needs.

Bare Naked by cupiscent (E, 7.7k) - Draco/Ginny

Aurors-in-training get paid shit and Ginny wants her independence.

testosterone (sounds like a spell) by pauraque (E, 7.7k) - Justin/Hannah

Justin never returned to Hogwarts after the Death Eaters came. He's found that the Muggle world offers other kinds of transfiguration — a body alchemy far more powerful than any magic spell.

Spring Street by rillalicious (T, 25k) - Harry/Pansy

Harry's been undercover for eight years, on a case that's going nowhere fast. Then Pansy Parkinson is kidnapped, and everything changes.

Straightaway Dangerous by @lol-zeitgeistic (E, 125k) - Draco/Hermione, Harry/Luna

During the final battle, an unexpected insult sends Fenrir Greyback on a rampage, changing 39 people into werewolves. He should've known better than to make Hermione one of that number.

Bonus: Rest Your Head Close to My Heart by pauraque (E, 3.5k) - Harry & Hermione

It's almost time to wean her last child, and Hermione is thinking about what she's losing. Meanwhile, Harry is thinking about what he never had.

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I'm late, but how about 4, 28 and 30 for the Soft Ask Meme? <3

Sorry for the delay! Thanks so much for the asks!

4. What flower would you like to be given?

Hmm, I'll say delphiniums because they're so beautiful (the colors are amazing), but they're toxic to cats, so I'd have to put them up on a very high shelf!

28. Hugs or hand-holding?

I love both, but I think I will go with hugs because I would probably wither and die without them!

30. What reminds you of home?

Hmm. I don't think there's anything in particular from out in the rest of the world that is an automatic reminder of home (no particular smells, textures, or other sensory things that I can think of), so I guess I'll just say the art on my walls at home. Especially a framed print of the blueprints of the Lady Washington (a tall ship I sailed on as a trainee crewmember for 2 weeks as research for my original novel), since all my shipmates signed it with personalized messages, and one of them drew a stick figure rendition of me climbing the rigging in honor of my eventually doing it successfully!

(Important context for the rigging story: I am terrified of heights, got stuck the first time I tried to climb it--apparently there's a tall person and a short person way to climb the rigging, and the person teaching me only knew the former and was well over 6 ft tall, which was a problem for 5 ft 5 inch me--and had a panic attack while stuck. I was very very proud of myself when, courtesy of PRN anti-anxiety meds, I was able to do it when I tried again a week later. <3 At least it means the scene in my novel with the panic attack in the rigging is very realistic? 🤣 But yeah, the tall ship experience was both amazing and terrifying and I definitely almost fell overboard during a storm on the Pacific, but it was also really great to try something new and make great friends and indulge in one of my special interests, and also be supported by said new friends while trying something I was objectively terrible at! :D)

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Random Tuesday Preview

Because tomorrow is Valentine's Day which means tomorrow is EXCHANGE DAY so I don't want to give away too much but here's a little teaser just for fun.

Here I am like "oh I can do the exchange it's a short fic I'll just make sure not to go overboard and it'll be fine" but I'm over 11.5k words and counting and only the first chapter will be posted tomorrow 🤣 (I'm hoping there will only be two chapters and that I can get the second posted in the next week or two. I'm really sorry to everyone who's waiting on all my OTHER unfinished long fics.)

I had a hard time picking a section because I didn't want it to be too spoilery or give away enough that the recipient would guess, but since we're only one day out, I guess it's okay to spoil one thing (warning for a slightly dirty joke 😂).

“I really need to talk to Alya now,” she groaned, and then tried to laugh. It wasn’t very convincing, but Luka smiled anyway. 

“You need me to give you a minute?” he asked, and she shook her head, picking up her phone. It had enough battery now to power on and sure enough, there were a bunch of messages waiting for her. One was just a check in from her parents, and she sent them back a quick, mostly-true reply. She didn’t bother with the ones from Alya, just hit the button to call her. She held it away from her ear until she heard Alya’s voice screeching her name—her full name, of course, and then brought it back to her ear when Alya’s voice dropped to a more normal volume.

“Where have you been?” Alya demanded. “I almost called the police and reported you missing. Adrien said you never showed up and—”

“Adrien?” Marinette demanded, and Luka glanced at her, one eyebrow raised. “The mystery man you wanted me to meet was Adrien?”

“Yes, and you blew it!”

“There was nothing to blow, Alya!” Marinette exclaimed, and then scowled at Luka when he choked on a laugh next to her. She flailed her hand in his direction, smacking his shoulder a couple of times, while he tried to smother his chortling. “Would you please just let that whole thing go? Why on earth would you think I wanted to meet him?” Dressed like that, she thought, slapping a hand on her face. What a disaster that would have been, she was sure. 

“Oh, come on, he said he wanted to see you, and he’d been missing you a lot, and I just knew he’d finally gotten a clue and you were so hot last night I thought for sure—”

“She’s not wrong,” Luka muttered, and Marinette whipped her head around to glare at him. He shrugged. “Sorry, she’s loud.”

[charliethomascoxuniverse]

When the funniest and most intriguing crack pairing bursts into life in your brain but it’s so niche you’re probably the only one who can appreciate it. 🥺

Firstly, it’d help a good deal if you’re a Crowbarrow fan to begin with.💗

Secondly, you’d need to have seen both Kin and Ackley Bridge to fully appreciate why the thought of Michael Kinsella (Charlie Cox) and Martin Evershed (Robert James-Collier) meeting is just sending me right now. 🤣❤️

Martin and Michael seem like such perfect opposites on the surface (one is a frequently surly yet comedic high school teacher and the other is an unexpectedly soft-spoken and sad Irish mobster) that I have a sudden perverse urge to see them forced to interact regularly. 😅 

(But if you haven’t seen both shows, a gif’s worth a 1000 words...)

And how are we getting these two in the same place? 

Anna, Michael’s daughter - whom he loves more than anyone - decides she wants to live with her dad even though he doesn’t have legal custody of her, and never will, thanks to his past. Though he tries to dissuade her, Anna is stubbornly resolved and eventually Michael gives in though it means having to leave his criminal family and Ireland behind to start a life somewhere else. 

They end up in the small Yorkshire mill town of Ackley Bridge, hoping to avoid too much notice since Anna was reported as having been abducted to the Irish authorities. Anna enrolls in the local high school, and, naturally, who should one of her new teachers be but Mr. Martin Evershed? 

Anna begins settling in but Michael is still hyper-vigilant about either of them being recognized, not only because Michael would be arrested for “abducting” Anna but because he knows the Kinsella family have enemies who’d like nothing more than to take Michael out now that he’s alone. He insists on escorting Anna to and from school every day, even though she keeps telling him he needs to chill out because he’s just making himself more conspicuous. 

Her words prove prophetic as one day Martin notices Michael following Anna at a distance and confronts him, thinking he’s a creep. Michael thankfully refrains from pulling a gun on him or just beating the shit out of him, though he’d been solely tempted at first, and explains that he’s Anna’s father - which she confirms and introduces Martin as her teacher. Michael is impressed by his willingness to protect his students and tells him so. The subject of an upcoming school dance is raised and Martin asks if he’s interested in attending, because they’re still short of chaperones. Michael agrees, much to Anna’s consternation. 

As they’re leaving Anna suggests Michael let her give him a bit of a makeover, because he still looks like an Irish mobster and they’re not in Dublin anymore. Michael reluctantly agrees, asking her not to go overboard with it. 

The makeover the night of the school dance: 

I did mention this was a crack fic, right? 😂😂😂

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

I ran over to ship 😵🤣

I humbly ask for your opinion of Ilani x Fives!

I do not know much about Ilani but I feel like it'd be an interesting ship 👀

hiiii friend, thank you for the ask! no one knows Ilani yet, not even me! I'm figuring her out as I answer these asks lmao

I went a little overboard so we've got "how they met," "general," and "nsfw" headcanons. all below the cut

Ilani x Fives

How they met:

Honestly the circumstances for this have to be very specific. Ilani is the general for the 387th, stationed Rimward, but her forces were involved in the Battle of Kamino, and I imagine this is how Ilani first met Fives. 

Or, rather, how she literally bodied him, a newly-promoted ARC trooper, to knock him out of the way of droids firing on his unprotected flank. He toppled to the floor, cursing in every language he knew (which is at least two), about to rip a shiny a new one—when he catchs sight of this imposing wall of a Togruta woman, her lekku whirling as she spins, her green saber a blur in the air as she reflects blaster fire back at the droids. When she grins down at him, pointed canines flashing and golden eyes sparkling with protective fury, he damn near falls in love.

For her part, Ilani was just doing what she felt was right: protecting her own. It didn’t matter that the blue-and-white-clad trooper was in Anakin’s battalion—the clones are her family. 

General HCs: 

Ilani tolerates Fives for the first few encounters. He’s loud and boastful (with good reason, she supposes, but still). And he always seems to be making flimsy, transparent excuses when they’re both on Triple Zero for why he’s hanging around the Temple—“just waiting for the General, er, General”—and inevitably ends up following her around. 

But over time his fierce loyalty to his brothers and his determination to protect the Republic—at any cost—is what wins her over. He’s just as deeply passionate as she is, but he doesn’t hide it. In a way, she’s a little envious of how open he is about his feelings; she often feels that she has to mask her true feelings, or at least the true depth of them, when around her fellow Jedi.

With him, she begins to let go a little. Lets herself experience emotions to their fullest, in a way that she normally only feels comfortable doing on a battlefield. 

He makes her laugh; she makes him consider life beyond the war. At first, not in a romantic way, but it slowly becomes that. 

She’s the first one to make a move. It’s late on Coruscant, both of them will be returning to the frontlines come morning, and she’s finally let her walls down enough to admit to herself that she cares about Fives—cares for him. They’re tucked away somewhere private, and she just leans over and kisses him.

NSFW HCs:

These two are Not Quiet, at all. The entire barracks and/or Temple will know, depending where they shack up, and it’s just an unspoken rule among the others that no, I didn’t hear anything strange last night. 

Ilani learns very quickly that she loves marking Fives, biting into his pecs, biceps, thighs to leave impressions of her pointed teeth. She’s overprotective and has possessive tendencies, and seeing Fives’s body littered with her marks just makes her so feral. (Fives also loves it, except when one of the others catches sight. “No, shut up, vod, I don’t know where it came from.”)

Because they see each other so infrequently, they definitely exchange lewd photos, videos, voice messages—anything to help remind one another that the other is there, alive, and waiting for them. 

When they do have time together, they’re either fucking nasty or making the sweetest love; there is no in-between with these two. 

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Today's officially my favorite day of the year, because it's the day you came into the world and made it forever a brighter place. Happy Birthday to you, my love, my baby, my knight in shining armor and my best friend. While this day honestly feels no different than before because I'm showering you with love constantly (how do you always put up with me?! 🤣), today I get to use your birthday as an excuse to really go overboard with it and you can't stop me. It makes me happy knowing I've gotten to spend so many birthday's with you now and I'll get to spend every single one from here on our right by your side. Not that you'd have any choice in the matter or not because...you're stuck with me, handsome! Can't get rid of me now~ I can remember the first birthday we ever spent together -- me struggling with my broken Korean and you pretending to understand me (don't lie! 😅) and us still having the time of our lives because..it was just that easy for us. We didn't have to be doing much to be happy, and that's one of the many reasons it was so easy to fall for you, honey. But as time continued on and we spent more and more birthdays together, I came to realize making you happy on today of all days (and every day for that matter) was my favorite thing I've ever gotten to do and will forever be my favorite thing to do. I won't take a single celebration or second spent by your side for granted, and I'll always make sure you're feeling loved, adored, admired and as special as you possibly can. Seeing how much we've grown together over the years, especially you, is something I love looking back on. Especially us, going from best friends, to lovers, to fiancé's, and now husbands. I love the journey you've put me on, baby, and I hope I can make life as good for you as you have for me. Getting to celebrate all things you, from the smallest to the biggest achievements will also be another one of my favorite things I get to do in this life, Jungwoo. You have the kindest and biggest heart of anyone I know, and that's one of the many, many things I admire about you and always have admired about you! Thank you for everything you've done for me over the years, my darling. You are the greatest gift. Happy 26th, Jungwoo. Today (and every day) is all about you. Let's show Ireland how we celebrate! Forever and always, Xuxi. TAGGED: snoopywong | @jvngwcos

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P3 Reload Part. 1

The new opening song gets better as it goes on. It doesn't match the vibe of the game.

The opening reminds me of Dancing.

I guess peaceful is the new safe?

You can't change off Merciless? I think Q2 does that. I know Strikers does.

They tell you right up front. You will die. Imagine living with that weight for an entire year.

Cut scenes don't look like shit. 🤣🤣

Who makes someone take a train at midnight? Doesn't Japan have curfews?

Did you always have control from the beginning?

They went overboard with the 5 graphics.

Makoto isn't fazed by the coffins or blood. 🤣🤣

Wasn't the walk to the dorm longer?

Creep who escaped from prison.

If I didn't know they replaced the whole English cast. Mitsuru sounds like she hasn't changed.

Yukari can't lie🤣🤣

Looks like 4's calendar.

I like how Yukari's hair is more like Ultimax.

Yuko and Kaz🤣🤣

The teacher sounds older.

I think they redesigned the principal. He looks like his bangs are going to become wings. 🤣🤣 🥔

Ren😍😍

Their faces are very smooth. Like too smooth.

I swear to god I thought those sinks were unrinals. 🤣🤣 Who puts sinks in the hallway? They are asking for someone to piss in it.

Big ass school.

Why does everyone have their first and last name pop up every time they talk? Is this left over from the original? Or did they think people would forget someone's first or last name unless they saw it every time somebody talked? Like I'm bad with names but I'm not that bad. And if I am then I most certainly hate you.

That old man looks like King Bumi.

The old lady looks like an alien 🤣🤣

I think he has dementia.

The shoes lockers look like filing cabinet drawers.

The carpets? look like putting greens.

I like the clock time of day screen.

I still don't trust Ikutsuki. But now he reminds me of Maruki. And Maruki is trustable in the beginning.

I'm not the authority on Japanese culture but Akihiko Sanada-kun is a bit of a mouthful in English.

Still breaking so many laws.

I don't like the new dark hour animation.

I don't like the new Velvet Room animation.

Igor and Elizabeth look like they came from MMD.

Igor looks creepy and he's giving me evil Igor vibes. Did they change Igor's VA again?

'Da bomb' 🤣🤣 I haven't heard that in Years.

Goh.

Karaoke box?

Poor Junpei. 🤣🤣

I love how everybody is immediately suspicious. They telling you to go to sleep. Like I know the plot. But if you don't it's very suspicious.

"A loud noise woke me up". I sleep through anything. I would not be getting up. "I should check what's happening". Where I come from you don't check what's happening. That how you get hurt or killed.

I like the chase music.

I like the original one 'here's a shadow' scene better.

How many knives does it need?

Nice scream.

Coffin boy.

I like how the Shadow turns his mask to look at you. 🤣🤣 Is that how he sees?

I don't think I ever used Thantos in Royal.

I still don't like Mass Distruction.

I love how it sounds like Orpheus was the only Persona who wasn't lazy. Like you could get anyone.

I wonder how many times Igor has to explain this to people.

You sleep for 8 days. Woo! Coma!

I like the new dorm theme.

I think them being in a club makes them more suspicious.

Aren't you supposed recruit new members?

Akihiko looks like a fashionable grandpa. 🤣🤣

The back of the chair looks like a lyre.

I like the fool's little winer dog.

Poor Akihiko's fan girls. He just brushed them off. 🤣🤣

Did Junpei always have his sentaces trail off?

I was not sold on Akihiko's new voice at first. But I like him.

There's so much equipment! So, either the equipment is dirt cheap or it rains money.

The fusion menu looks like doormats.

The cards attack you? I like animation for failing the fusion. 🤣🤣 They smack you in the head.

Kenji's like Mishima. He justs worms his way in and I don't like him. I think I know who voices him but I can't think of his name.

"It might look weird". How about it's totally illegal and hella creepy.

Disco teacher with a tooth sticking out.

Always nice when the class doesn't turn against you for getting a question wrong.

Everybody seems to be enamored with you to a creepy degree. I'm used to 5, where they largely ignore you. (Which, for me, is the way to go).

"That takes care of everything that was damaged. Except, of course, Akihiko's rib cage". 🤣🤣 Poor Akihiko.

Ren🥰🥰

That dude is going to break his knee.

There's nothing to do at night.

So, baton pass.

That looks like Heracross.

I misread Bufu as beef.

Jack Frost goes up to the shadow and starts a fight. 🤣🤣

They sometimes come with an item? Is this Pokemon?

I like the yeah, yeah song. Although, it sounds like it should be in Kotone's path.

Tartarus is big, empty and boring. Making it bigger just empathizes how empty it is.

I like driving down every single floor in Mementos. Also, how the fuck many floors do you have to do at a time before Mitsuru tells you that you're done for now?

She types like a 12 year old. 💀 Like when I was 12 I didn't type like that. Rule of thumb for bad typing. Would you English teacher kill over? If so, you might want to fix it. Like I'm not saying you have to type in full on proper grammar. But if you type like a 12 year old swearing in Minecraft then. It just makes you look immature and might cause people not to talk to you.

Those fuckers are frozen. I thought they were air people like in 5.

We just bought a URL from a shady man in a club we're not ever supposed to be and we're going to go look it up? Does nobody have common sense?

Your wage can increase?

Pretty teacher 😍 She reminds me of K-pop idols I've seen.

Lots of stuff takes up a time slot that shouldn't take up one.

No octopus and low chance of status ailment? Then how is it takoyaki? Also why would I want that? It sounds like mystery food. 🤢

The kid extorts you.

You just poisoned the child. Now she wants a red bull? What kind of child is this?

Also a "nice cold one" that's usually how beer is described.

[hurricanek8art]

Sonova SLUG, NOOOOOO Tumblr ate my first ask game ask. I gotta redo it. 😭😭😭😭😭

SO: @jeswii sent me this:

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers （*＾3＾）/～♡

And GASP MY FIRST ASK GAME! 🤩🤩🤩

Okay, so:

1: Animals. Especially dogs and horses. Not even anything particular they do, just them existing.

2: That moment when I'm doing art/writing stuff and I'm trying to get something to work and it's not, so I try it from a different angle in a way I usually wouldn't and it comes out juuuuuuuuuust right!

3: Animation! I ADORE animated stuff, to the point that I can be incredibly annoying to watch new stuff with because i keep going WAIT BACK THAT UP DO YOU SEE THAT WATER EFFECT/MOTION BLUR/SUBTLE FRAME SHIFT! 🤩 Currently watching The Bad Batch (because. y'know. Star Wars and animation ❤) and I was curious about the X-Men '97 revival so I've been going back and watching the '92 show for the first time. It's so much fun! Though boy listening to Rogue for five minutes brings out my Appalachia accent 🤣🤣🤣

4: Video games! I didn't really get into playing them like this until the past couple of years, and I often have NO idea what I'm doing, but I'm having fun and it's sparking so much creative energy, and that's what matters! Currently I'm playing SWTOR and Sims 4 the most, but I love the Jedi games so much (Fallen Order's story means so much to me I could write an essay about it you have no idea, I wanna play Survivor so bad but I don't have a system that can run it 😭😭😭) I used to go nuts playing The Clone Wars Adventures back in the day (baby's first Star Wars mmo, rest in peace ❤😭) I LOVE the LEGO games for their wackiness, and I am totally patiently waiting for the Stardew Valley 1.6 mobile update. Completely patiently. One hundred percent patient. Yep. 🥴

5: The apple trees, chocolate vine and azaleas are all blooming around here. My asthma/allergies combo's miserable but my backyard smells AMAZING.

...I went overboard answering these, didn't I? I don't know what the protocal for these are. 🥴🤣😭

SECRET BONUS NUMBER 6: This ask made me happy! I am super shy if I have to initiate interaction so yay, participation and inclusion! Now I gotta figure out who to send this too, I get more likes than reblogs and I don't think I'm supposed to send this back, but you reblog my stuff the most. 🤣🤣🤣 This was fun!

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i will absolutely ask you about Pirate Captain Jonathan Sims, i'm curious now :0

🤣 I'm sorry in advance, this might not be as great a story as I maybe made it sound in the tags.

So there's a game I have played for...ages: Sid Meier's Pirates! (Yes, the exclamation point is part of the title.) I had a copy of it growing up and was kind of obsessed with it, so when I found it on Steam, I snapped it up, especially since it was only $3. (<i>And</i> it's exactly the same game I played as a kid, which apparently irritated a lot of people who thought they should've got something new and shiny for it being on Steam, but I wanted to play the game exactly the way it was, plus, seriously, people, it was $3, what did you expect? Anyway.)

The story is pretty straightforward. A family that's been under the thumb of a cruel Marquis for years is finally about to get free, as soon as the fleet arrives in port, and they're celebrating - only for the Marquis to burst in and inform them that the ships have sunk, the family's fortunes are lost, and the payment is due. He takes all of the family prisoner, but the young son of the family manages to escape. That's your character.

Ten years later, you show up at an inn looking for work on a ship - you pick whether you want to be English, Spanish, Dutch, or French, but it doesn't <i>really</i> matter in the long run unless you want it to - sign your name to the manifest, and set out on a ship for the Caribbean. The captain is cruel and merciless, eventually pushes the crew too far, and they mutiny. You defeat the captain (it's all in a cut scene) and become the captain. From there on out, the game is up to you. You can attack and plunder ships, defeat pirates, flirt with the daughters of the various governors of the colonies (and eventually marry one if you get your romance scores up high enough), and trade in ports. Over it all is the Baron Raymundo, who has information about your family; you defeat him a certain number of times and get map fragments that lead you one by one to your relatives (your sister, your uncle, your aunt, and your grandfather...I think, I've only made it past the uncle once and it's been a while), and then once you've rescued each one, they tell you where to find the Marquis. Once you find him on his ship and defeat him in battle, he dives overboard and you get part of a map that, once you have all four parts, tells you where his hideout is so you can defeat him once and for all.

So...yeah, the last game I started, I named my pirate Jonathan Sims. His flagship - right now - is named The Archives, he's defeated four of the most notorious pirates in the Caribbean, and he is still trying to find the Baron Raymundo for the first time. Unsurprisingly, he's a bit of a disaster.