#so this one goes out to my fellow naughties

[abusivelittlebunny]

Merry Christmas! (If you celebrate)

Boldog Karácsonyt és Kellemes ünnepeket kívánok minden virgács virágnak ♡

[lusty-stallion]

Plus 3 on a travel coach

CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE STORY WITH NO PRIOR ENGAGEMENT WITH PREVIOUS STORIES

Guys, as always plus 3 was a genius invention of Derek Williams all credit goes to him for such an awesome idea. Check out the inspiration to this series by reading the master himself. Plus 3 - the original Plus 3 - in the library

Also, I’ve evolved as a writer particularly through writing my own continuation of Derek’s masterpiece. The first ones are like fast food, but hopefully this one feels more descriptive.

And the AI images are just for fun, obviously they haven’t kept complete consistency between images.

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Genie isn't your typical lamp-bound spirit from the movies. He's a free force, not constrained by the shackles of a lamp, able to weave his magic in ways that makes your skin crawl with anticipation. His power lies in the subtle art of manipulation, adding just three words to every wish to twist reality in delightfully naughty ways.

In his previous mischievous escapades, Genie had indulged Matt with a 24/7 live porn palace Harem within a lavish mansion. And after a wild cruise around the local area, where even the shopping mall succumbed to his whims, Genie sought a change of scenery—a campsite nestled in the hills. He was tired of the same old faces, the same old bodies. He wanted fresh meat, new toys to play with.

The coach journey up to the campsite had been rather eventful. The coach was loaded with men and women and a number of kids, all looking for an adventurous week camping.

A three-hour coach tour from the city to the country was of course the perfect place for Genie to have some fun.

The air at the rear of the coach hung thick with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and the overpowering mix of cheap deodorant which clung to every college student on a budget. Ten college lads claimed the back with their youthful energy, bursting laughter, shouting, and the occasional belch that echoed through the cramped space. Each of them falling into a caricature of the stereotypical frat boy: the jock with the bulging biceps and a brain the size of a pea, the preppy kid with the trust fund and the entitlement to match, the awkward nerd trying desperately to fit in, the class clown who lived to provoke and entertain and so on.

Their immaturity was their way of life, with crude jokes, off-colour remarks, and a complete disregard for social norms. They were a pack, a tribe, and no one had the courage to ask them to quiet down.

And they were driving one man to the brink of insanity.

The gentleman in question was Mr. Davenport, a man in his 60s with silver neatly combed hair and a face etched with the wisdom of a life well-lived (and perhaps a few regrets). With his current frustrations at the young men, he sported a perpetually furrowed brow, sat just a few rows ahead of the lads, his body rigid with barely contained fury. He had boarded the bus hoping for a quiet retreat to the country, a chance to escape the stresses of his business. But these irritating frat boys had other plans. Their incessant noise, their vulgar language, and their complete lack of respect for their fellow passengers were a constant assault on his senses.

He had tried to ignore them, to block them out with his headphones and his book. But their antics were relentless, their laughter became a constant reminder of his own fading youth and his own missed opportunities. He was a man who had followed the rules, who had played it safe, who had sacrificed his dreams for the sake of stability. And these frat boys, with their carefree spirits and their blatant disregard for the consequences, were a punch in the gut.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he could take no more. His face contorted with rage and unleashing his pent-up frustration he declared: "I wish those lads would just grow up!" The words hung in the air, a pathetic plea for sanity in a world gone mad. But the frat boys hadn’t heard his cry to the universe, and they seemed to laugh louder, their immature humour only amplified.

Genie, however, did hear and he smiled as time rewound, and the man declared, “I wish those lads would just grow muscle and hunk up.”

The sense of change sent shivers down Mr. Davenport's spine and he turned to look at the lads, his face looking daggers. He had barely finished his pathetic plea for maturity when the transformation began. It started subtly, a slight tightening of the fabric across their shoulders, a barely perceptible swelling of their biceps. But then it accelerated, a runaway train of muscle growth that defied all logic and reason.

The frat boys, who had been moments before a collection of average-sized college students, were now swelling before his very eyes. Their clothes, once loose and comfortable, were now straining at the seams, threatening to burst at any moment. Their faces, once soft and boyish, were hardening, their jaws becoming more defined, their eyes taking on a predatory glint.

The navy t-shirt of one of the frat boys on the back seat, ripped with a sound like thunder, exposing his taught, hard pecs. His chest expanded, his nipples hardening as if in anticipation of some unseen pleasure. His arms, once flabby and weak, were now bulging with muscle, his biceps straining against the confines of his sleeves.

The chubby guys physique now transformed into that of a built model, sat in his new green hoodie which clung to his bulging biceps.

The other frat boys were undergoing similar transformations. Their shoulders broadened, their chests expanded, their abs hardened into washboard perfection. Their legs, once spindly and weak, were now thick and powerful, their thighs straining against the fabric of their shorts.

The silence that followed was deafening. The frat boys, stunned by the sudden and unexpected changes to their bodies, could only stare at each other in disbelief. They flexed their newfound muscles, marvelling at their newfound strength. They ran their hands over their hardened abs, revelling in the feeling of power and sex appeal.

The air in the coach simmered with an almost unbearable tension. The newly built bodybuilder nearest Mr. Davenport, a closeted jock named Chad, relished the older gent's uncontrollable stares through the transformation. He had always found guys hot, yet had hoped he’d develop latent desires for women eventually, but he had never dared to express his desires openly. Now, with his muscles and his newfound confidence, he couldn't resist the urge to test the waters.

"I wish everyone was as interested in our bodies as that guy there," Chad muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on Mr. Davenport's crotch, which showed no signs of arousal at all.

Zip, time struck back a chord, and his wish was amplified, twisted into something far more explicit: "I wish every male was as interested in our sexy bodies as that horny guy there."

The effect was instantaneous. The other frat boys, who only moments before were a collection of confused and horny straight young men, were now consumed by an overwhelming desire for each other. Their eyes locked, their bodies trembled, and their heterosexuality dissolved like sugar in water.

"That was such a gay wish man, what the fuck bro?" One of the young hunks, his name was Jake, said with a mixture of shock and excitement. His already strained white polo shirt, unable to contain his burgeoning muscles, shrank down to a tank top that clung to his large, sculpted pecs. He reached over and gave his mate, the guy next to him, a cheeky peck on the cheek, making the other hunk, whose name was Tyler, blush.

But Jake wasn't satisfied with just a peck. He wanted more, he needed more. He wanted to taste the salty sweat on Tyler's skin, he wanted to feel the heat of his body against his own.

Brad, the most aggressive of the bunch, wasn't about to be left out of the fun. He had always been the most sexually adventurous of the group, and he wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. His eyes burning with new lust for his friends, he pushed his way between Tyler and Jake, his muscles flexing with each movement.

"Guys, I'm getting in on this," Brad growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let me get a taste of that mouth of yours Jake."

And without waiting for an invitation, he lunged forward, his hands tearing at Jake's now-grey tank top. The fabric ripped with a satisfying sound, exposing Jake's hard, sculpted chest. Brad didn't hesitate; he climbed onto Jake's legs, straddling him like a bucking rodeo rider. Brad didn't ask; he took. He slammed his lips against Jake's, a brutal, possessive claim. Jake's surprise quickly shifted into a desperate need, his own mouth opening wider, inviting Brad's invasion. Brad's tongue plunged into Jake's mouth, a thick, muscular spear exploring every corner, every crevice, leaving no doubt who was in control. He tasted Jake's fear, his excitement, his lust, and it only fuelled his dominance. One hand snaked around Jake's neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding him captive, while the other squeezed his bicep, testing the muscle, claiming it as his own. Brad ground his hips against Jake's, letting him feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against his thigh. He bit down on Jake's lower lip, a sharp, stinging sensation that made Jake gasp, and Brad used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue now a relentless piston, pounding against Jake's. It was a kiss that stripped Jake bare, a kiss that left him breathless and trembling, a kiss that marked him as Brad's.

Brad's hands roamed over Jake's body, exploring every inch of his fresh musculature. He squeezed his pecs, he ran his fingers down his abs, he cupped his bulging crotch and then made his way to wiggle his middle finger into his hole.

Jake gasped at the intrusion, initially surprised by Brad's aggressive advances, but he quickly succumbed to the pleasure. He wrapped his arms around Brad's body, pulling him closer, his own tongue darting out to meet Brad's. He moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation.

The other frat boys, caught up in the moment, began to pair off as well. Tyler, not wanting to be left out, turned his attention to Chad, the closeted jock who had inadvertently started this whole orgy. He grabbed Chad by the shoulders, pulling him close, his eyes burning with desire.

"You started this, Chad," Tyler whispered, his voice husky with lust. "Now you're going to finish it."

And with that, he leaned in and kissed Chad, their mouths meeting in a passionate embrace. Chad, who had never kissed a man before, was initially hesitant. But the heat of Tyler's body, the intensity of his kiss, quickly melted away his inhibitions. He wrapped his arms around Tyler's body, returning the kiss with equal fervour.

Mr. Davenport, meanwhile, was in a state of complete shock. He had never witnessed anything like this before. He had always prided himself in his heterosexuality and his composure. But now, with these frat boys engaging in a full-blown orgy right in front of him, he found his inhibitions crumbling, his desires shifting.

He watched, transfixed, as the frat boys kissed, groped, and fondled each other. He could feel his own body stirring, his cock had been hard since Chad wished he was horny, and it had never felt so painfully constricted. He knew that he should look away, that he should try to maintain some semblance of decency. But he couldn't resist. He was drawn to this orgy of young men like a moth to a flame, and he was willing to burn for the chance to experience its forbidden pleasures.

The older gent, couldn’t take his eyes off the younger men, his cock raging hard. He was disgusted at himself, but for some reason he couldn’t break his eyes away from the display of youthful lust from the adolescent hunks. Come to mention it, the other men in the coach found their attention moved toward them.

Jake broke from Brad’s kiss to say “I wish Tyler was a sexy stripper slut who loves seducing men. I also wish his muscles would grow when he’s seducing.”

Genie grinned “I wish Tyler was a sexy stripper slut who loves seducing men for a living. I also wish his muscles would grow thicker when he’s seducing straight men.”

Tyler, the only lad left in a top, which was now stretched to its limit, emboldened by the attention and the sudden surge of testosterone, locked eyes with the older gent. A wicked grin spread across his face, revealing a hint of the devil within. He pulled away from his make-out session, leaving Chad panting and flushed.

"Hey, old timer," he drawled, his voice now deeper and more resonant, "you seem to be enjoying the show. Why don't I give you a private performance?"

Before the older gent could respond, Tyler sauntered down the aisle, his newly acquired muscles rippling beneath his clinging tank top. The other passengers watched in stunned silence, their eyes glued to his every move.

He stopped directly in front of the older gent, his bulging biceps practically brushing against the man's face. He leaned in close, his breath hot and heavy against the man's ear.

"I bet you've never seen anything like this before," he whispered, his voice laced with a seductive purr.

With a sudden, unexpected move, the frat boy seductively placed himself on the older guys lap, gyrating into the older man’s crotch. Then he began to strip. He slowly peeled off his tank top, revealing his massive, sculpted chest. His pecs bounced with each movement, drawing gasps from the onlookers.

He then unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving the older gent's. He slowly slid his shorts down his hips, revealing a pair of tight, blue boxer briefs that barely contained his bulging package.

Mr. Davenport's eyes widened in disbelief, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. He was both horrified and aroused by the spectacle unfolding before him. He had always considered himself a respectable, heterosexual man, but the sight of this young, muscular frat boy stripping and grinding on his lap was stirring something deep within him, something he had never dared to acknowledge.

He even witnessed Tyler's muscles pump bigger, growing larger and more defined as he gave in to his advances. It was as if the act of seduction was fuelling his physical transformation, turning him into the ultimate object of desire.

Tyler, now completely naked from the waist up, straddled the older gent's lap, his rock-hard thighs pressing against the man's groin. He began to grind against him, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers down Mr. Davenport's spine.

"How's that feel, old timer?" Tyler purred, his voice now dripping with lust. "Bet you wish you were young again, huh? Able to handle all this muscle."

Mr. Davenport groaned, his self-control crumbling like a dam about to burst. He reached out and grabbed Tyler's ass, squeezing the firm, muscular cheeks. He couldn't help himself. The feel of Tyler's body against his was too intoxicating, too overwhelming to resist.

Tyler let out a throaty laugh, then leaned in and licked Mr. Davenport's ear, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot and heavy against the man's skin.

He continued to grind against Mr. Davenport, his movements becoming more and more frantic. The other passengers watched in a mixture of shock, arousal, and envy. Some averted their eyes, pretending not to see what was happening. Others stared openly, their own desires ignited by the scene unfolding before them.

Chad, inspired by Tyler's success and aware his previous wish had been granted, decided to take things even further. He approached Mr. Davenport, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

He ran his hand down to Mr. Davenport’s crotch and felt the hard shaft of the older man, straining against his pants. He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“I wish you only desire sex with young men now who call you Daddy,” Chad whispered, his voice laced with seduction.

The Genie, who had been observing the scene with amusement, smirked. This young lad had been a straight, awkward college boy until only a few moments ago. Now, he was a professional rent boy, a master of seduction, with a very naughty kink for seducing older men.

He wound back time desiring to unleash Mr. Davenport's deepest, darkest desires, to transform him into the ultimate object of lust.

“I wish you only desire sex with young, dumb, hunky men now who call you Leather Daddy,” Chad whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation."

As Chad whispered the words "Leather Daddy," a surge of raw, untamed power coursed through Mr. Davenport's body. It started in his groin, a throbbing, insistent ache that demanded release. It spread through his chest, tightening his muscles, hardening his nipples. It surged into his arms, making his hands clench into fists.

He felt his skin tingle, his senses sharpen, his inhibitions crumble. He was no longer Mr. Davenport, the respectable businessman. He was now a Leather Daddy, a master of pain and pleasure, a connoisseur of young, dumb, hunky men.

He looked down at Tyler, still straddling his lap, his body glistening with sweat, his eyes burning with desire. He saw the potential, the raw, untapped masculinity that was just waiting to be unleashed. He saw the perfect blank canvas, ready to be moulded and shaped to his every whim.

A primal growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He reached out and grabbed Tyler's ass, squeezing the firm, muscular cheeks.

"You're mine now," he growled, his voice now deeper and more resonant. "You belong to me. I’ll pimp your sexy ass out to whomever I choose and you’ll make me a lot of money boy!"

Tyler, still riding high on the adrenaline of his performance, simply smiled and leaned in to kiss Mr. Davenport again. But as their lips met, something shifted. Tyler's eyes glazed over, his mind went blank, and a dumb smile spread across his face.

The transformation was complete. Tyler was now a dumb, muscle-bound stud, perfectly suited to the desires of his new Leather Daddy and he was proud to make money for Daddy with his sexy body.

Mr. Davenport pulled back from the kiss, his eyes burning with lust. He ran his hands over Tyler's body, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his muscles.

"Daddy," Tyler said, his voice now deeper and more resonant, "take me."

He needed to claim Tyler, to mark him as his own, right here, right now, in front of everyone.

He grabbed Tyler's face, his fingers digging into the young man's cheeks, and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He kissed him hard, his tongue exploring every inch of Tyler's mouth, his teeth nipping at his lips.

Tyler, his mind now a blank slate, responded with a fervour that was both thrilling and terrifying. He wrapped his arms around Daddy Davenport's neck, his body pressing against the older man's, his hips grinding against his groin.

Daddy broke the kiss, his eyes burning with lust. He looked around the coach, taking in the shocked, aroused faces of the other passengers. He saw the envy in their eyes, the desire in their hearts. He knew that they all wanted to be Tyler, to be the object of his desire.

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. He was going to give them a show they would never forget.

He grabbed Tyler's hand and pulled him towards the nearest seat, where Chad and the other jocks were sitting, their eyes wide with anticipation.

"Move," Daddy growled, his voice now a low, menacing rumble. "This is my seat now."

Chad and the other jocks scrambled out of the way, their faces a mixture of fear and excitement. They knew that they were about to witness something extraordinary, something forbidden.

Daddy sat down, pulling Tyler onto his lap. He straddled the young man, his thighs squeezing his waist, his groin pressing against his ass.

He grabbed Tyler's head and forced him down, his fingers tangling in his hair.

"Suck my cock," he commanded, his voice dripping with lust. "Suck it good."

Tyler, his mind completely blank, obeyed without hesitation. He opened his mouth and took Daddy's throbbing cock inside, his lips wrapping around the shaft, his tongue dancing over the head.

Daddy groaned, his head falling back, his body arching with pleasure. He closed his eyes, savouring the sensation, the warmth, the wetness. He felt the other passengers watching him, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them.

He didn't care. He was a Leather Daddy, and he was going to take what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Tyler, his face buried in his lap, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed over. He saw the other jocks watching, their cocks straining against their pants, their hands reaching for their own dicks.

He smirked. He was in control, and he was loving every minute of it.

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TBC tomorrow

[toxictigertonic]

Hiii soeey for bothering u but do u have any Mother gooseberry and franco hcs? Those 2 have been in my head all day

I have infinite headcanons that I can spit out about these two. Coyle is a little harder bc sometimes all I can think about is beating him up for the funnies, but these two? They make up my brain chemistry.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- Reagents picked up on the "the goose in on the loose" line and will now use that to tell their fellow reagents that she's out and about.

- Sweet tooth, but not to the same level as Franco. She likes cakes and pies and cookies and will choose those first over anything else, while he goes for candy and sugary drinks.

- I'm projecting here but she LOVES cinnamon. The only complaint she's ever gotten about one of her baked goods was there being too much cinnamon. She had to politely explain that that simply wasn't possible, and then Futterman had to explain that they needed to shut the fuck up, and then shut the fuck up.

- She likes to hum to herself a lot. I feel like she hums and sings whenever it's too quiet and Futterman gets mad she just won't let there be silence.

- Massive fan of comfy sweaters. She likes the light fabric of her blouse but a good comfy sweater is where it's at for her.

- Her favorite season is spring! She also likes winter (for the cozy sweaters and baked goods, obvi), but spring is when everything comes to life. Futterman would eat a bee though.

- She loves to sniff flowers but I think she'd have allergies :( But the funny thing is she's not the one who sneezes, it's Futterman.

- Likes the thought of having her nails painted but as soon as they chip she's gotta take all of the polish off. Partially nervous picking, partially bc she thinks it looks bad.

- If she's not feeling absolutely bloodthirsty and catches you she just picks you up by the back of the neck and holds you there. Naughty reagents go in air jail.

- Has a collection of pretty skirts but she feels like she never has anywhere nice to wear them. Someone let her show off her nice skirts.

- This woman is a lesbian and I will not be debating. Futterman says some... awful things about it. Damn homophobic goose.

FRANCO

- Even though he tells you to watch the suit, he knows that thing is a mess. Having something nice on just makes him feel a little less ugly and you BETTER not ruin it.

- Cuddles with Lupara sometimes, it brings him comfort even if it's genuinely uncomfortable.

- Winking at him if he catches you in a hiding spot will get you a 5 second head start to run for your life. God help you if he catches you though, you don't play with his feelings like that and get away with it.

- Would have, without a doubt, been the kid who tried to drink a spoonful of vanilla extract bc it smelled good.

- Would also eat a spoonful of sugar but he'd actually enjoy that. He's not kidding about that sweet tooth.

- I don't care WHAT the game shows, this man is itty bitty. 5 foot 3 at best. I'm leveling this playing field, give us our short king Red Barrels!

- His hearing is bad on the side with the visible injuries. It's why he shoots first when he hears a noise, he doesn't know what the hell he just heard and he'd rather be safe than sorry.

- Has a hard time keeping what he's drinking off of his shirt or from running down his chin. Not like he's trying to be elegant when he drinks that cocktail.

- If you offered him skim milk he'd kill you on the spot. This is a WHOLE MILK HOUSEHOLD.

- I don't think his "mommy" would need to be a woman tbh. I think fulfilling the mothering role would be enough for him most of the time. Besides, tiddy is tiddy.

It's so tempting to put in all my silly headcanons for Franco bc I love him but I will refrain from the Cringe

[hannahwatcheshorror]

Season One Recap

SEASON TWO RECAP

e1- In My Time Of Dying - Dean has an out of body experience when he nearly dies (again (see s1e12)) but this time he befriends the reaper instead of being angry with it (though he does sort of hunt her for a bit). John makes a deal with the Yellow-Eyed Demon and trades his life for Deans! Sad! They also lose the Colt.

e2- Everybody Loves a Clown - The boys meet Ellen, Jo, and Ash, some hunters with some serious know-how. While they wait for info from Ash they hunt a Rakshasa (ancient Hindu creature) dressed as a clown at a carnival! Sam has a lot of feelings about dead dad and Dean lets out his emotions on his car.

e3- Bloodlust - Meet Gordon, a vampire hunter who only sees in black and white, while the dean learns to see in shades of grey. The boys save a nest of vampires who only drink animal blood! But then wonder about all the other creatures they might have killed in cold blood. (Sad.)

e4- Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things - While Sam visits their moms grave, Dean detects some zombie action at the grave next door. Dean really opens up in this one! Sad boys are sad!

e5- Simon Said - Sam is seeing people dying so the brothers gotta go meet some gifted brothers who didn't even know they were brothers! They can make you do what they want just by telling you what to do which is a scary power and the good twin (Andy) has to shoot the bad twin which is sad.

e6- No Exit - Jo tracks one H. H. Holmes to the location of the Philly prison where he was executed but is now haunting and kidnapping young blondes (like Jo). We find out John and Jo's dad hunted together when Jo's dad died. Rough!

e7- The Usual Suspects - Linda Blair guest stars in this episode as a cop who see's a scary but helpful ghost! The brothers almost get locked away but Linda Blair saves the day!

e8- Crossroad Blues - Hellhounds! People making deals with demons are being ate up by big, black hellhounds. Sam and Dean try to break things up by tricking a demon and saving a nice fellow who only ever wanted to save his wife.

e9- Croatoan - The brothers experience their own Roanoke when a mysterious demon virus makes a town go crazy and attack each other. No blood pacts here! The episode ends on a cliffhanger about Sam!

e10- Hunted - Sam splits off from Dean and meets Ava (guest star Katharine Isabelle) another psychic sibling of his who foresees Sam's death (oh no!). Gordon is also back (s2e3) and he is now hunting Sam (oh no!). Ava is able to save Sam but when the boys go to check on Ava at the end her husband is murdered and she is MIA.

e11- Playthings - A hotel haunted with a little girl's spirit but who is kept away but her sister's Hoodoo comes into focus when the living sister has a stroke and cannot continue her magic. Sam makes Dean promise to kill him if he ever goes dark side (sad!).

e12- Nightshifter - The brothers deal with the law because there is yet another shapeshifter, this one can shift fast too and it is robbing banks! Our fellas are in deep trouble by the end of this episode.

e13- Houses of the Holy - A dead priest is playing angel and he tells folks to kill the naughty around town so it is up to Dean to suss out the truth because Sam is on the angel train. By the end Sam is disillusioned and Dean is starting to believe.

e14- Born Under a Bad Sign - Sam is possessed by Meg in this hangover type episode where they must retrace Sam's steps. Jo almost gets hurt and Bobby helps them make Sam Sam again.

e15- Tall Tales - The boys recount to Bobby both sides of what happened to them during a weird case. A Trickster has them all turned around and he escapes in the end!

e16- Roadkill - The boys investigate yet another haunted highway (see s1e13). They get help from a friendly ghost who doesn't know she is a ghost (sad!). Then they help her let go!

e17- Heart - We have an unaware-wolf as in a werewolf that doesn't know she's a werewolf. They think they cure her and then Sammy gets laid! But there is no cure for being a werewolf so she goes out noble in the end.

e18- Hollywood Babylon - A Hollywood studio uses real invocations and summons actual spirits for its horror movie, who knew? The writer knew! And he didn't like what they did with his script so he sicked the spirits on those who opposed him. 

e19- Folsom Prison Blues - The boys get caught on purpose so they can investigate a ghost killing folks in a jail for a friend of their dads. Turns out an old nurse was killing people she thought were bad but the Winchesters put an end to her.

e20- What Is and What Should Never Be - A djinn puts Dean in a fantasy world where he was never a hunter. While there are parts that are great like Mama Mary being alive, he and Sammy don't have a relationship. In the end he makes the hard choice to go back to the real world of hunting with Sam.

e21- All Hell Breaks Loose (Part One) - Sam and all the other demon siblings are brought to a ghost town (literally) to battle royale for who gets to be the best demon child! We meet back with Ava (s2e10), Andy (s2e5), and Ash (s2e2) who all die but Sam also totally dies at the end!

e22- All Hell Breaks Loose (Part Two) - Dean makes a deal to bring Sam back. The devil's gate is opened which is a portal to Hell and it unleashes an army of demons on the world! John crawls out of Hell to save Dean from the Yellow-Eyed Demon who Dean then shoots with the colt! They finally kill the son-of-a-bitch, avenging Mary's death! Sam finds out he died and says he will save Dean from his deal because Sam is also a good brother.

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[alystrin03]

WIP WHATEVER? WIP WHATEVER!

I just got tagged by my dearest @adhd-riddled-crow aaand I'm gonna share a snippet of the text I've just finished. It's a bit rough tho, but will have to do

This is from our project "A murder of misfits", and I wanted to explore a bit more the relationship between Micah (@only-slightly-terrified OC) and Alecto. There will be more texts, for sure, they are too fun to write

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The young fellows exchange a glance. It doesn't look like there's going to be a scolding, though Viago doesn't often get them together: the pair's ability to cause him headaches triples when Micah and Alecto are together.

"Glad to see you know how to follow simple instructions, if only because it's early in the morning and you're still sober" Alecto purses her lips to stifle a smile, and knows her friend is doing exactly the same "The thing is, there's a job to do and I've decided, contrary to what my common sense tells me, to assign it to you two, as a team."

For an instant Alecto doubts whether someone is controlling their instructor or whether he has overdone it with his morning dose of poison. But Viago seems completely serious, so she focuses on keeping her attention on what he is saying.

“As you already know, not only do we take care of who lives and who doesn't, but we Crows have our own businesses, a way to get extra funds” Viago goes looking alternately at both apprentices, making sure they listen carefully "But, from time to time, some asshole thinks of attempting to take advantage of the situation and try to steal from us. That is precisely what is happening. Several shipments have disappeared into thin air and, although it's not that it's valuable merchandise, we can't allow it. We know where they are stored. Your job will be to make the message clear that the Crows are not to be trifled with.“ The eyes of his pupils light up in unison ”if possible, without turning it into a bloodbath. Be convincing, but little more. If you manage to recover part of the goods you will have earned a bonus. Have I expressed myself clearly enough or do you need me to draw you a picture?"

Alecto's annoyed face is unavoidable. She has the feeling they are being sent on a minor errand, again, something much more suited to someone younger or less experienced. However she nods, they have no choice but to obey.

“Very well” Viago's voice indicates that the conversation is over "Come back as soon as the job is done. Dismissed"

"And... another fucking shitty job" Alecto folds her arms back, stretching, as soon as they leave the office

"At least we're in this together" Micah is also disappointed, but smiles at her. She returns the gesture: it's one of the things she likes most about him, his light humor and ability to always see the bright side of everything. "Let's get this over with soon, we'll come back, get drunk and, if we feel like it, we can hang out and see if we can find someone to fuck"

Alecto lets out a chuckle "Deal. Although the one we want to fuck is precisely the one who's been screwing us, and not literally at all. If we get the bonus I plan on splurging on beer and finding a cute girl to spend the best night of my life with. Or a pretty boy, although for that I don't have to look very hard" She glances sideways at her friend, with a half-smile.

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And no pressure tags for @antivan-sprig (whose character is asking Alecto to do naughty things xDD) @becausedragonage and also @only-slightly-terrified bcs welp, I want to know MORE about your projects

[karmicbias]

Thoughts on Aether?

BIG BOI 😍

I was trying to figure out where to start because yes, so many thoughts! I'll try to put this in a few boxes to keep it a little neater.

"Canon"/live:

He's so much fun onstage. Love how playful he is with his fellow bandmates and fans alike, complete with naughty guitar shenanigans. You can tell he's got a special relationship with everyone else on that stage, and I appreciate how he got to be around for so many evolutions in the band's story. I've always been curious about the evolution of the Cirice bit, playing snippets of other bands' songs, getting bullied by Dew, etc.

I'm sad that he's gone, because I would have been so excited to see him live with the full band. That said, when I first started watching clips I thought he stood out as having a really different energy to his stage presence that felt a little more clownish and less winkingly tongue in cheek than, say, Swiss or Dew or Copia. I think maybe that came down to him putting on a little less of a different persona for the stage compared to some of the others, now that I know a bit more about the guy behind the mask. I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing, but I found it confusing at first for sure. But over time he really grew on me.

Fanon/fanworks:

Ohhh yeah now we're getting into it. Quintessence is my jam, baby. I appreciate how much fandom loves on this big boi.

He's a big old sweetheart and he wants to take care of everyone, sometimes at his own expense (ok maybe I'm projecting a little but so it goes).

Shipwise I am a Dewther girlie (gn) and feel #blessed at the vast wealth of amazing fics for this pairing (that'd be a whole separate rec post lmao), but I wouldn't be me if I didn't admit that my favorite scenario has him with both Dew and Copia. I may have some notes for a story along those lines... Someday!

He's so much fun that I'll absolutely read basically anything with him in it. There's also a lot of great fic where the Quint ghoul becomes the right hand of the Papa and that seems to suit him well, and I love him in the infirmary too. Or acting as a bodyguard/guide in 'x Reader' fics where he gets to be funny and sweet and also strong and powerful (do that for me, please!).

Because of his longevity with the band and his caring nature, I definitely see him as one of the leaders of the group, handing off those unofficial duties to Mountain once he left the band.

I'm split between the banishment camp and the retirement camp with no strong preference. Character death usually isn't something I enjoy focusing on but from a narrative sense it can give stories something interesting to chew on.

The musician/unmasked ghoul:

Needless to say I'm a fan, probably more of his non-Ghost work than his work with the band if I'm being honest. There's so much to love, y'all. Just an absolute genuine sweetheart of a human. Great music, and tons ot it to enjoy, both original and seriously good covers. Kindness and a real sense of care for his community and fans. The same lovely sense of slightly naughty humor we saw onstage as Aether.

Also absolutely yummy to look at. Ahem.

I'm so so delighted that I got to meet him last year - a forever personal high point.

Bonus:

So last month I saw that not only did Hagstrom release a purple(!) Fantomen, there was a used one for sale for about a reasonable a price as you could expect. I'd been planning to get a black one - someday - as I've been slowly learning the Ghost rhythm guitar parts, but I already had a perfectly good beginner guitar to do it on. I figured I'd wait until the right opportunity presented itself since it's not like I'm very good yet.

Anyway, this is Aether:

We're having a lot of fun together. 😛

Anon, that's probably more than you wanted to know LOL - but I appreciate you giving me the opportunity to yap.

[holylulusworld]

So Y/N is almost done preparing her world famous pie which the whole gang loves. She puts the portion on different plates and goes to the kitchen table and puts one in front of charlie, one for Sam, one for Cas, one for Jack who looks at the plate like a 5 year old looks at disneyland for first time in real. And finally she puts the final plate in front of Dean with a little more thud and takes her seat.

Y/N- Oh Guys plz dig in…I hope you all like it!!

Cas- Yes Y/N, i must say it is very delicious, i would like to share the recipe with my fellow angel friends in heaven.. If you don’t mind ofcourse

Y/N- Yes ofcourse Cas, thank you, well i hope everyone in heaven atleast likes it and not like on earth!

*she gives a annoyed side look to Dean and goes back to eating*

Dean on other hand is staring at her plate, a plate which has a burnt toast on it rather than a pie. He looks at Sam giving him an expression with Sam reciprocating him with only an apologetic look. It is now he realises he was in huge trouble.

“Oh god dean , plz don’t stop” says Y/N as he makes her way down to her body, now ascending peppering kisses up her thigh.

“Can i take these off babe?” he asks tugging at hem of her shorts.

“Yes plz” she says whimpering, her whole body on her but also because she has a surprise planned underneath those shorts for him.

Finally after dragging her shorts off her body, agonisingly slow whilst no taking his lust blown eyes off her, he keeps on sucking his way till he reached to his prize. Kissing on top of her soaked panties “ Baby”, he goes in again and smells something fruity, well it is a fruit for him, that he loves to eat *wink wink* but why does her panties smell like his favourite apple pie. “ Babe?” he asks Y/N who has her eyes closed and fists balled in pleasure “Yeah Dean” she replies with a low voice. When he doesn’t reply she open her eyes and looks up to caught him staring confusingly between her legs . “ Babe , not that i mind, but why do my 🐱smells like apple pie.

She sits up nervously, “Oh Actually Dean, these are edible panties, and i, actually i ordered them in this flavour just for you…you know because apple pi…” before she could complete her sentence, Dean starts laughing “ Oh my God Y/N, an apple pie edible panties, that’s so fucking hilarious” . He continues to laugh not noticing how Y/N’s face drops in embarrassment. He didn’t mean to make fun of her, i mean his favourite pie and her 🐱, it was like a Heaven for Dean, but he was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t even notice Y/N get up and get dressed. His laughter dies out when he sees her finally.

Dean- Hey, why are you dressed babe?…i haven’t eaten yet..like literally

And he burst into laughter again which only stopped when he heard the door slammed shut and Y/N no where to be found

And the realisation dawned upon Dean

“Bollocks”

Charlie’s voice brings him back to current

“oh my god Y/N, this is so fucking delicious, damm girl, you are so good”

“thanks charlie, i have got some left in the fridge and since you appreciate it so much, it’s all yours”

Y/N replies to charlie hugging her, while giving Dean her death stare.

Dean looks down at his well Burn Toast Pie and knows he has to do something. FAST!!

🤓🤓🤓🤓

Oh Shucks!!!

Who is gonna help Deano

Sam?

Charlie?

Cas?

Jack…uhm no i guess

Or maybe Lulu?🤔🤔

Aw, I loved it. ♥♥♥ It was so funny seeing Dean pie-less.

He only got burned toast...OMG. My beloved pie enthusiast didn't get pie.

Dean, you fool. You don't laugh if your girl tries to do something sexy/naughty for you.

How can we fix this?

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The only way to get back in your good graces is to apologize and do something special for you.

So, Dean was looking online for eatable thongs for him to wear. 😈

He placed candles all over your shared room, and put on your favorite romantic music.

Dean will try to make things up to you tonight. And maybe, you'll get to taste his eatable thong too...🥵

[caffeinatedowlbear]

Some Mercenary Day Lore, courtesy of yours truly

Merry Mercenary Day to all you Vault Hunters and corporate scum-- *checks notes* Ahem, I meant to say: season's greetings, esteemed fellow capitalists and dirty bandits!

Much as I wanted to get the new L&F(A) chapter to you guys by now, I'm still editing. It's a big one, in every sense of the word. But it'll be worth the wait, I promise. (Said the author of the 300k slow burn.)

In the meantime, I thought I'd share a couple of BL holiday myths I made up as and when writing called for it!

The Reason for the Season

According to Marcus Kincaid, Mercenary Day was invented by the the Dahl Corporation. But Rhys, who claims to have done extensive research, says that the holiday actually goes back a long way. Its real origins, somewhere on Old Earth, are lost to history, but it is widely considered a time to be with your family. It can be biological family, or family of choice, but either way, this is a day to spend with people who’d be there even if you weren’t paying them.

The Holiday Sweaters

Once again, as per Rhys's findings, gifting and wearing decorated sweaters on Mercenary Day is a tradition that goes back a few centuries, to early colonization of the six galaxies. As courageous space explorers of yore had set out to forge new frontiers, their tearful parents back on Old Earth would send handmade sweaters to them halfway across the galaxy, to remind them of home and keep them warm as they conquered the stars.

The Honest Mercenary

Considered by many the spirit of Mercenary Day, the Honest Mercenary can bring you good or bad luck in the coming year, depending on whether you've been naughty or nice: by mercenary standards, of course, where 'nice' means honoring the contract to your original employer unless the competitor outbids them by 100% or more. It is customary to leave out whiskey and bullets casings for the Honest Merc, and if they're gone by morning, you can rest easy: he's decided you deserve good luck (and good aim!) in the coming year. (If you're worried you might've been a bit too naughty, don't lose hope! Remember that, honest or not, the man is still a mercenary, so you can always try to bribe him with the most expensive booze you can find.)

Hope you enjoyed these lore-lets! And if you haven't read my holiday-themed Rhack fic Meet Me Halfway, in which Rhys and Jack keep trying to steal a Mercenary Day market from each other, no time like the present-> this way for fic.

💰🔫💰 Merry Mercenary Day! 💰🔫💰

[amplesalty]

Christmas 2024 - Day 2 - Violent Night (2022)

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

...two snifters of brandy!

Much like Red One is getting a lot of attention this year (though apparently not so much at the box office), I recall there being a lot of talk around Violent Night a couple of years ago and, whilst I didn't see it at the time, it was one I tucked away in the back of my mind to cover on here. I probably had it earmarked to watch last year actually but, you know, old twofer over here had to skip out early. With the name and move poster I was initially worried this might be a horror movie that I'd have to put off until next year but this falls into the action genre with some comedy mixed in. Director Tommy Wirkola is someone I have stashed on the horror list in the shape of 2009's Dead Snow but looking at his other work, 'Spermageddon' might have just earned a place on my watchlist as well from the name alone. Violent Night opens with a disgruntled mall Santa taking a quick break on Christmas Eve to knock back a few brewskis and rant to a fellow patron about 'those damn kids' who don't even believe in the spirit of Christmas anymore, they're just take, take, take and only want Santa so he can deliver them some video games. As Alfred once taught us, there's a lot of bad isms floating around this world but one of the worst is commercialism. Erm, actually, I'm pretty sure racism is worse but maybe that's just me. The bar tender thinks she's going to have a job on her hands when he goes to leave but ends up taking a door that leads to the roof. When she goes to find him, she finds the roof empty but up in the sky…could it be?!

It is!

The majesty is lost a little when he promptly throws up seconds later, his chunks landing squarely on her head.

Meanwhile, seperated couple Jason, Linda and their daughter Trudy are visiting Jason's family home for the holiday's and it proves to be an icy affair despite being surrounded by such oppulence. As part of the wealthy Lightstone family, Jason's sister is vying to be the center of attention in their mother's eyes in the hope of being selected as the next in line to run the family business and inherit the power and wealth that comes with that title.

Santa just so happens to be passing back and makes his way down one of the many fireplaces in this grand mansion but, much like John McClane in Die Hard, Santa is in the wrong place at the wrong time as a band of mercanaries siege control of the house, killing the hired help and taking the Lighstone family hostage. At least Santa is still wearing shoes when all this goes down. For this is just one in a long line of 'It's like Die Hard but…' movies that brought us such classics as Die Hard but on a boat (Under Siege), Die Hard but on a train (Under Siege 2: Dark Territory) and Die Hard but in a football stadium (Final Score). This time we have Die Hard but it's a Christmas movie. No, wait, Die Hard but Santa is John McClane.

There's all sorts of little nods to the film along the way, such as Santa's use of a walkie talkie, a character named Al and Santa's 'Naughty or Nice list' serving as a checklist of sort of the baddies that are still alive. Sort of like that list that McClane makes as he's piecing together all of Hans' associates. I'm pretty sure the film even gets name dropped at one point when Santa pulls out 'Die Hard on blu-ray' whilst searching in his magic sack for a weapon.

There's also an extended homage to Home Alone which grated on me a little at first as it felt like a bit of a tonal shift and a bit too on the nose of a reference but they manage to save it by making use of their more adult rating to push the boat out a little on the violence. There's even a kill which Kevin couldn't even manage in 2 when he was lobbing bricks off rooftops, tricking people into dunking their flaming heads into flammable liquids and electrocuting people. Quite frankly, I'm ready to declare this as a new alternate Christmas classic alongside the likes of Die Hard, Home Alone or Lethal Weapon. The thing just oozes charm, the action is great, lots of funny moments, it had me invested in the characters and even got a bit schmoltzy at times which I'm not opposed to in a Christmas movie. That little deaf Dutch girl in Miracle on 34th Street gets me every time…

Santa is a total badass here but is also shown to be mortal and susceptable to injury. The suggestion seems to be that because he's grown so weary of the job, he's lost a little bit of that Christmas magic that is presumably kept him alive all these years. It adds a lot of weight to each fight that he gets involved in and feels like it has an element of that 'war of attrition' thing that McClane goes through where he's really fucked up by the end of the movie. The fights really lean into the thematic elements as well with nearby ornaments and decorations being used as makeshift weapons. Garotting someone with fairy lights, anyone? There's always a Christmas song to soundtrack the occasion too, including a Bryan Adams song I wasn't aware was a thing. Adds an interesting layer of juxtoposition as you've got this cheerful music accompanying brutal violence.

Luigi Mario himself, John Lguizamo, has a great turn as the main villain who starts off playing up to the occasions with all sorts of Christmas referneces, he's essentially doing schtick whilst his guys murder a whole bunch of dudes. But we also learn of Christmas essentially being responsible for his super villain esque origin story. At least he has something of a moustache here unlike Luigi, even if it's just stubble. Seriously, how did they fuck that up? You gave Bob Hoskins a moustache!

I feel like their showdown at the end could have had a better one liner to go out on. I was getting vibes of that 'Call an ambulance' meme: "The last Christmas…" "But not for me!" I totally called that ending as well, Pokemon The First Movie ass motherfuckers. If you haven't seen this one yet, absolutely go watch it. I can easily see this earning a place in people's holiday rotation for years to come alongside the classics. Sure it's a little derivative but I think the fact you're throwing Santa into this situation just adds a ton of novelty value and it's just tons of fun from beginning to end.

[doctorstrangereview]

0074: Doctor Strange #178

Cover Date: March 1969 On-Sale Date: December 5, 1968

Thus we begin phase two of The Sons of Satannish arc. After casting the spell of fire and ice just before dropping dead, the stakes are higher than ever. I said Doc would need help to wrap this up. Here he'll recruit The Black Knight. For the final show, he'll have even more sidekicks.

After the title of the story takes an entire, multi-panel page, we delve into a multi-page recap of the previous story. Asmodeus/Benton sneaks into The Ancient One's pad disguised as Doc. The real Doc arrives disguised as new Doc. Both get into a slap fight. The Ancient One holds back. Asmodeus/Benton is about to attack with all he's got and drops dead. As he dies, he casts the spell of fire and ice to release Surtur and Ymir. Four pages later we get into the story proper.

I gotta say, while Colan doesn't give The Ancient One the hot, mature, bearded daddy vibe that Ms. Severin did, he looks might fine in that lovely green ensemble. We see Doc without his mask for the first time since the redesign. I'm not particularly enamored of the changes, but the slight reshaping of the collar is a positive.

While going over their options, we learn that Asmodeus banished his fellow cult members to Tiboro's Sixth Dimension. Not seen since just after Doc got his red cape.

Tiboro seems to have dyed his costume new colors. Perhaps editorial felt he didn't have enough green for this series. Anyway, the Sons may be the only way of reversing a spell invoked my someone empowered by Satannish. Guess he's got to go rescue the naughty boys. Trouble is, he needs a mystic on Earth to help him come and go. Despite numerous mystical allies having been revealed throughout the run of the series, he feels he's got only one person he can turn to. Yes, he must once again endanger the life of Ms. Victoria Bentley. Doc goes ghost and travels to England.

Even though Vicky's been through severe mental and physical trauma she still finds time to through a raging, sexy costume party. Conveniently, Dane Whitman, The Black Knight is attending the party and showing off his, um, sword! Having recently met at the Van Dyne/Pym wedding, Doc recognizes his, uh, sword.

Doc makes all the guests that aren't Vicky and the Knight disappear. He introduces himself and Vicky is horrified at the new look. Doc must be relieved that he's found a way to give Vicky the brush off and can full concentrate on his main side-piece, Clea. Doc explains to Dane the he needs him and his, uh, sword.

Doc tells Dane they need to get going and tells Vicky her party will soon be raging again. Vicky promises to keep in mental contact. Dane's winged horse appears out of nowhere and they're off. Gene gets to draw weird stuff again!

Tiboro is waiting to meet the pair along with the Sons of Satannish, whose cult robes have turned a boring grey. After calling himself invincible, Tiboro presses his attack on the magician and the knight. It's so awesome it takes two pages to depict it.

Tiboro conjures a mystic wall which the Knight shatters with his, uh, sword. Tiboro throws a mystic bolt at the pair that seems to miss and the Knight is like "that was lame" but monsters suddenly start growing out of the ground. At first they seem easy to strike down, but each hit causes two more to pop up.

Doc causes the air around the demons to crystalize. Tiboro himself re-enters the fray. He and Doc have a short dick measuring contest. Tiboro attacks Doc. Doc turns it aside with a psychic shield.

Tiboro prepares to keep repeating the attack until Doc weakens. The Black Knight reminds Tiboro Doc isn't alone and Tiboro refocuses his attack on the Knight. Tiboro blasts the ground under the Knight away and he starts his eternal fall. Doc manages to rescue him. Tiboro is about to strike Doc down while his back is turned. The Knight sees what's about to happen and throws his sword, destroying Tiboro's wand. Tiboro is mostly powerless without it and the pair claim victory. Doc doesn't banish Tiboro into nothingness. He just wants the cultists. "I can do that," responds Tiboro. Doc, The Black Knight and the Sons of Satannish leave the Sixth Dimension.

I think the story was a bit spartan which caused an extended recap of the previous issue. Very much like a show that's short a few minutes and we see way too much of the previous episode in the opening. Even using five pages for flashbacks and several more for Doc and The Black Knight to team up things drag more than any previous Roy Thomas story. It does establish Dane Whitman and Victoria Bentley as friends and neighbors which will play into a future storyline. Sadly, it's the last we see of Vicky for a long time. I liked Tiboro's return, but the colorist made him look bland with all the earth tones. He really needs the purple from his previous appearance to make that costume pop. The battle seems to take too long with not much happening. Roy seems to be relying on Gene to extend the meager story with lots of crazy panels. It's not quite as bad as a Dan Adkins stretch, but it takes its toll. The penultimate tale of The Sons of Satannish is a middling affair. Hopefully the conclusion picks things up.

[inawearyworld]

so while writing this epilogue, i’m researching, etc etc, and i’ve learned that lofty saying in the end “so goes a good deed in a weary world” is a misquote of 1971 wonka’s “so shines a good deed in a weary world” which itself is a misquote of shakespeare-portia from the merchant of venice says “so shines a good deed in a naughty world”-which is Very interesting to me

the merchant of venice is basically a tragedy presented as a comedy; it uses and has bolstered many antisemitic stereotypes over the centuries, and i never got very invested into the play because of that, so i never knew that’s what the quote was from (it was always one of my favorite parts of the original movie, though, hence my username)

maybe that was intentional somehow. portia has just ruined a marginalized man’s life, and is talking about good deeds; wonka has just perhaps killed but definitely traumatized four children and is talking about good deeds. in the original stories, the audience is meant to root for both of them; both of the quotes come just before the designated happy ending, and both stories have been criticized by later audiences.

1971 wonka is apparently something of a shakespeare aficionado-he quotes r+j and as you like it, and maybe some others, i haven’t watched it in years-and, esp in wilder’s portrayal, everything he does seems intentional, so he wouldn’t misquote on accident. “weary” does sound more poetic and fit for his situation than “naughty”. this wonka is indeed a weary man, and charlie’s sweet earnestness is a balm to him-surely reminding him of his younger self. peter ostrum’s boyish hope and idealism is keenly felt in timothee’s performance. if it’s that wonka that grows into wilder’s, one can imagine that his mom might have read him some of shakespeare’s plays and did all the voices when he was a kid. maybe, in his later travels, he saw a few live.

and i’m not sure why lofty says “goes” instead of “shines” in the prequel. maybe paul and simon just remembered it wrong (but on the one hand, simon was in a literal movie about shakespeare-on the other hand, that movie was never really aiming for historical accuracy, it is such a delight though). idk man i’ll figure out some way to work meaning out of it for wren’s epilogue

and as for the prologue, all my fellow fickelgruber simps are about to have a field day

[a-student-out-of-time]

Why is Wolfs game chapter 3 bad?

//I decided to let Timeline Anon answer this one in depth, and I hope this is the last we have to discuss this ^^;

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Hey, everyone, it’s Timeline Anon! Long time no see. I promise I will finish chronicling the V-Day arc eventually, I’ve been busy with life and my own personal projects. But for today, since Bubbles is too squeamish to answer people’s questions about the world’s worst fangan, he generously agreed to allow me to provide the explanation instead! After all, I'm the one who's introduced him to every non-Another fangan he's ever played, so it's only fitting.

So, my friend, CAN YOUR HEART STAND TO HEAR THE SHOCKING FACTS ABOUT DANGANRONPA: THE WOLF'S GAME?!?!?!?

(I will try to keep this tale as sanitized as possible.)

Danganronpa: The Wolf's Game is a fangan that is written in a text format, but still uses picture sprites (rather like how ASOOT is written). They have videos for body discoveries and executions and stuff, but the rest is as I said. It's on Wordpress for the most part. Also there is a character with Cotard's syndrome just like in that fangan Bubbles sometimes works on and off on, but that's not really important.

The killing game itself is heavily inspired by the game "Ultimate Werewolf," so there are two masterminds hidden among the cast, called the Werewolves. The Werewolves are like the Voids, but with less people and no redeeming qualities. The developer, a fellow by the name of Aquamarino, once said that he wants DRWG to be the darkest fangan ever made, saying that he hopes that it can dethrone even SDRA2 in that department. This will be important going forward.

Now, by all accounts, the first two chapters weren't so bad. I haven't actually read them because I don't have time for this shit in my life, so I don't know how good they were, but there was no Bad Stuff in them. It's Chapter 3 when things took a sharp left turn into pukesville.

Several things happened in Chapter 3. To start with, one character was accused of actually being a famous serial killer in disguise (she wasn't) on the grounds that they looked similar, and she was bullied and gaslit so hard that eventually she actually believed that she was said serial killer. As a result, she became so overcome with guilt that she committed suicide by, I shit you not, throwing herself into a vat of acid.

Then the typical double murder happened, because we will never be free of that curse. One of the victims was found horrifically murdered in a bathtub, wearing nothing but her underwear, and it was revealed that whoever killed her also sexually assaulted her. FUN!

Now we come to the Chapter 3 trial. A trial which, I would like to note, originally had no trigger warnings on it whatsoever and only added these warnings after getting backlash. The fanbase, mind you, was mostly made up of minors, but it's okay because, to quote Aquamarino, "most have a very strong stomach!"

But what's so bad about this trial, you ask? Well, it turned out that one of the victims, the one who was supposedly assaulted, faked her own death/assault and was the actual culprit of the case. and also one of the aforementioned Werewolves. Specifically, she was the Twilight Werewolf, aka the Avatar of Sin, and her whole schtick is that she has committed every mortal sin ever. Yes, all of them. Including cannibalism. And all the sex crimes. And inciting nuclear war?? She has a whole list she goes through. Also, she SA'ed the corpse of the other victim, and while she explained this to the surviving students, she ate his leg right in front of them. Disgusting. Why does she do all this? What is her motivation? Got me. She really likes to sin, I guess. I'd say that this was written by an edgy teenager obsessed with grimdark, but Aquamarino is, like, 28.

(Also, her evil design is just atrocious. She wears a long red hood and nothing else. Her hair covers up the naughty bits.)

She talks about some executions she's done in the past that are so disgusting I will not even tell you what they were. All I will mention is that children were involved.

Here's the kicker: After all that, our heroes get to decide what to do with her. No less than FOUR of the remaining students suggest SA'ing her to death. These are supposed to be the good guys. (Thankfully, that's not what they end up doing, but still!)

And that's Wolf's Game Chapter 3! I'm sure Review Anon can go into a lot more detail if they ever decide to, but suffice to say, there's a reason it's considered by everyone who knows of it to be the worst fangan of all time.

[blackgirlyearning]

"just for you"

Synopsis: Ellie wants to do your beautiful Afro-textured hair. 

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this. DO NOT BUY THE REMASTER, TLOU2, TLOU1, OR ANY GAME FROM NAUGHTY DOG! neil druckmann (the creator) is a zionist. PLEASE READ THIS. AND REBLOG THIS.

Note 1: I’ve never played the Last of Us. Either game. But, I do know what it was inspired by and therefore, I want to say that I support Palestinians. Free Palestine/Falasteen. Keep protesting. Keep writing to representatives. Boycott anything that the creator of this game does. Once again, from the river to the sea Palestine will be free.

Note 2: This one goes out for my fellow Black people! Especially those of us who be searching for new fics under ‘ellie x black!reader”.

Warnings: some mentions of sex and joel being dead.

“I’m afraid you gon’ do me like one of them infected.” 

“I’m trying not to, but you keep moving.” Ellie goes to raise the wide-tooth comb to trace another part between your coily tresses. A few products sat next to her on the couch. Whipped shea butter and a mousse.

“I’m chillin’.” You smile to yourself as you feel the tooth split your hair in half. 

Earlier, when the Sun was painting your face just right, Ellie was sitting up beside you in bed. She was folded like an open card with her back parallel with the headboard. Perhaps she was folded for you, rather than solely finding a comfortable position to draw in. Along her raised thighs, her sketchbook laid split open - similar to how you were some nights. If you looked further down her legs, you would see that her knees were bruised from getting down for you. You, the Goddess on Earth.

That’s probably how you found yourself in this situation. Both of y’all were naked; the only censoring of your bodies being the grey duvet that laid over your bodies. 

Ellie’s diluted chlorophyll eyes shifted over to you once more. They widened in surprise when she found your brown eyes and a smile stretched over your two-toned lips. She turned her head away to hide the shy smile that ripened the color of her cheeks. Her freckles were now lost in a dusting of reddish-pink.

You rose up from your side of the bed. Today, it was on the right side - the one closest to the door. You didn’t remember how you ended up there, since Ellie had managed to suck everything outta you the night before. And yes, literally suck. That mouth was magical, man. 

“You gonna look at me, hotshot?” You chuckled with half-lidded eyes. The duvet had fallen down onto your lap, revealing your brown breasts, complete with darker nipples. The other woman dared not to look at you. And because she didn’t answer you, you took her journal with a soft touch, knowing damn well that book was basically her child. Well, besides JJ, of course.

A gasp escaped Ellie’s lips when she felt the loss of her journal. 

You looked up at her with widened eyes. “Sorry, I should’ve asked-”

She raised a hand for you to stop. “‘T’s fine,” She nodded over to the journal. “-go ahead.” 

You stared at her for a moment. She looked back at you. A small bulb of light swirled from your iris and fell into hers. A wordless confirmation.

So, you let your gaze fall down onto the pages. An etching of somebody with a carefully crafted afro with the smallest of curls squished against the pillow, penciled-in skin (a representation of darker skin), closed eyes, a round nose with a highlight on its end, and full two-toned lips with the upper one also penciled in. It was you.

The further down you examined the sketch, you noticed your hand with a tiny arrow a little bit away from your finger. ‘I wonder if we’d get married’. You wanted to peek at her for just a moment, but you decided to hold your gaze. 

In true Ellie fashion, of course, your boobs were squeezed together. Another note by them read ‘wowza!’. You laughed to yourself. 

You moved your eyes from the center of the page to the other fainter sketches that found themselves on it. There were four heads in each corner, each at different angles. The top left corner was facing away from you. Her cornrows danced down scalp. Tight enough to hold their form, but not enough to rip out your scalp. The one on the right corner got twists. She was smiling at you. You could find yourself in her. You knew you were her. The bottom left corner was you in bantu knots. A quarter-view of you with braided balls of your magic decorating your head. You couldn’t see your full face, but you could see your round nose, your lips … and a side-eye. Wow. In the final corner, a coily mo-hawk with braids on the side.

Finally, you tore your eyes away from her drawings and back up into the forest that was her eyes.

“You okay?” She rasped.

You blinked away your tears. “Yeah.” You gave her a close-lipped smile.

She placed a hand on the side of your face and pressed her lips on your left cheek. 

No, not the lower one, you freak.

“This better not be the Infected Line-up.” You say as you gyrate over to the bathroom door. Smooth Operator was playing and you couldn’t not dance to it. Ellie had your hand in hers to spin you around once. The other one found itself on your left hip, dancing with you until you got through the door.

You gasped when you saw yourself. 

“What?” Her eyes widened once again. “Did I do good?” Suddenly, she didn’t know what the fuck to do with her hands. Joel was probably laughing at her from wherever he was in the atmosphere.

You turned to smile at her. “You didn’t fuck up my edges.”

And here you are again with small cornrows. The braided heart on the side of your head faces her as you leave the bathroom. 

Today, a toothy smile replaced your usual close-lipped one.

If you had looked on the side of that page that day, you would’ve seen the page of products she had written down. Just for you.

[cryinthevortex]

Sure, for a few ticks, it felt like a bad idea to have a manager who got possessed by a demon, but the benefits became quickly apparent.

He is no longer a strict manager and has now close to universal support among the staff for his approach. Before, he was all for regimented discipline and would always come and count your pens at the end of each day to ascertain that none were stolen. Now, he leaves home with the whole stationery locker in his pocket.

Employee satisfaction is now thoroughly important to him. He is a Swiss Army knife of support—he props up each employee with a personalized approach.

Our newly diabolically enhanced manager encourages self-flagellating employees to work harder, sleep less, and feel less free. He can direct the high performers into suicide-by-thirties-level efficiency. Similarly, he supports even the laziest employees on our floors with words of wisdom. He encourages them to avoid too much work so that their self-sabotage has a better opportunity to take hold of them.

He has been very capable of reorganizing daily chores into something more pleasant. He removed the worst job from the company: he took down customer support. It has been something that the company has gotten by just fine without. It has also provided some additional entertainment because he loves listening to people’s reactions when the support phone line gives customers a standard reply that support opens in an hour—every hour of the day, seven days a week. He eavesdrops on the line and plays us the best reactions.

We find it highly entertaining, and the devil has claimed many of our customers when they use naughty words and curse at fellow humans. Some have resorted to sending our company glitter bombs. Everyone knows hell has a special place for that kind of customer. It’s that same place where customer service employees who ask, “Have you turned the machine on?” go. Our new manager was delighted by the increase in profitability, and to us, it pays dividends in job satisfaction.

One of the reasons for his popularity is that he never makes us do overtime. This has been one of our collectively most favored changes.

He now pays us without extra work because it increases the bosses’ collection of vices. They now sit in the boardroom for longer, wondering where the money invested each month goes. Their golf memberships have been canceled, leading them to have less time outdoors, filling their minds with more stress—just what the devil doctor ordered. It is all thanks to our newly improved manager.

The breakroom has never been such a happy place for us: he never lets the coffee go cold in the pot because when the guy fills his cup, the pot heats up with hellfire efficiency.

Unlike before, when he was of a little less infernal constitution, he now never skims on coffee fund expenses because he knows we pay the price in the girth of our waistlines, and over-indulgence is a sin.

Our manager's new countenance is a hit with the company accountants—they are his biggest fans because he is the only one who treats them right.

He is always incredibly polite to those guys because everyone knows accountants are doomed to live in the darkest room, with the messiest desk, and have the longest to-do list, and they slave away when everyone else has holidays.

The poor souls of that department are working overtime sorting out numbers that perpetually don’t add up. On top of it all, they drown in piles and piles of receipts, and a few are always missing when you need them.

A good old trick to lead them closer to their damnation is to claim a cup of coffee back from the company when they are at their busiest—and our demon manager doesn’t have to do a thing—all employees and bosses drive them down that path without any help. Those guys are already in hell, and they don’t even realize it.

Overall, it's been over a month since our manager was possessed by a demon. Yet, instead of fetching the nearest priest or throwing a bucket of holy water at him, my coworkers and I have just rolled with it, as the demon is WAY more bearable to work under.

It's been over a month since your manager was possessed by a demon. Yet, instead of fetching the nearest priest or throwing a bucket of holy water at them, you and your coworkers have just rolled with it, as the demon is WAY more bearable to work under.

[lacesconfidences]

100 Articles For Men Who Wear Women's Lingerie

Hope Alexander

Updated:

Nov 16, 2010

Here it is! The complete collection of men wearing lingerie articles, written by yours truly. There are close to a hundred here, so you have some reading ahead of you if you want to read them all.

Articles are split up into broad subsections to you can easily find the articles most relevant to your interests. Enjoy! 

Why Men In Lingerie?

These articles deal with the ins and outs of men wearing lingerie from a social and personal perspective

Eugene TS Wong - A Man Who Wears Hosiery

The Panty Revolution, Why Men In Lingerie Matter

Do Men Have The Right To Wear Panties?

The Secret Power of Panties

Is It a Sin For A Man To Wear Women's Lingerie?

Why Do Men Like To Wear Stockings

Men In Lingerie Preverted, Or Possible Even Perverted 

Plus Size Panties For Men And Women, Rant

Feeling Feminine In Lingerie 

Men In Bras, The Medical Reason

Men In Bras, Just For Fun 

Are Men Who Wear Lingerie Weak Sissyboys? 

Helping Men In Lingerie, Your Comments Count 

 

Men In Panties

Satin Panties For Men

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Gorgeous Granny Panties For Guys



Have You Been Caught Wearing Women's Lingerie?



Loving My Crossdressing Partner, Not Just "Dealing With" Him

Pretty Cheeky Panties From Victoria's Secret

Pretty Frilly Panties For Men

Sexy, Comfy Panties For Men 

The Great Debate, Thong vs Panty Showdown

Vintage Panties For Men

Panties For Men

Power Panties For Men

Sexy Plus Size Panties For Men 

Naughty Mesh Panties For Naughty Men

Sexy Panty Inspirations For Men 

The Panty Pyramid 

Cute Pink Panties For Men 

Men In Panties, A Basic Panty Guide

Mesh Panties For Men

 

Men In Bras

A Basic Guide To Bras

Bras For Men 

Lace Bras For Men 

Naughty Bras For Naughty Boys

Pretty Pink Bras For Men 

Balconette Bras For Men

Lingereiopedia Illustrated Guide to Bras 

 

Men In Stockings

Are you a man who likes to wear stockings and hosiery?

Floral Thigh High Stockings For Men

Super Sexy Stockings For Men

Fashion Stockings For The Fashionable Fellow 

Hot FIshnet Summer Stockings For Men

Sexy Seamed Stockings For Men

Sultry Stockings To Die For

Sexy Sheer Pantyhose For Men

Feel Sexy In Stockings 

Mens Stockings ABC's 

 

Other Lingerie For Men

Everything that isn't bras, panties, or stockings goes here....

Bustiers For Blokes 

Garters For Guys

Teddies For Men

The Call of Camisoles 

Bodystockings For Men 

Sexy Lingerie Outfits For Men 

Naughty Lingerie For Men

Panties You Can Eat 

The World's Most Expensive Lingerie 

 

Men In Lingerie and Relationships

Sometimes the biggest challenge for men who wear lingerie is reconciling it with their relationships...

Love and the Man in Lingerie Part One

Love and the Man in Lingerie Part Two

Love and the Man in Lingerie Part Three

Love and the Man in Lingerie Part Four

Love and the Man in Lingerie Part Five 

Why I Like My Men In Lingerie

Why Does He Wear Panties

Why Men Who Wear Lingerie Are Sexy

Why Can't Men Wear Panties?

Want To Wear Panties, But Scared To Tell? 

How To Find Women Who Like Men In Lingerie

Grandmas Lingerie Hints For Married Men 

Five Reasons For Men To Wear Lingerie

How To Have Fun With A Man Wearing Lingerie

Are You In The Panty Closet?

Outed As A Man Who Wears Lingerie 

 

For Women with Men Who Wear Lingerie

Finding out that the man you're with likes to wear lingerie can be a shock. These articles are designed to take some of the edge off that surprise.

Is He Gay If He Wears Womens Panties?

Should I Worry If He Wears Lingerie?

 

Wearing Lingerie In Public

Planning to leave the house wearing lingerie? Read these articles first...

How To Wear Lingerie At Work

Caught Wearing Womens Lingerie

Wearing Lingerie In Public, How To Avoid Visible Panty Lines 

Men Caught In Lingerie

Six Signs He's Wearing Lingerie

 

Buying Lingerie

Masculine Lingerie For Men

Five Hot Tips For Buying Sexy Lingerie 

Heat Up Your Lingerie Collection

What Makes The Perfect Panty?

Choosing Lingerie, A Beginners Guide

How To Get A Bra That Fits

Looking Hot In Plus Size Lingerie 

 

Fun With Lingerie

Fun, lighthearted articles about men who wear lingerie.

Quiz! What Kind Of Man In Lingerie Are You? 

The Great Celebrity Panty Heist

Heroes In Lingerie

Men In Lingerie Videos