#sorry I lost all ability to write coherently

[valentine-writes]

Hello hello! Been downright dying over how much I love your AtSV work!! So I thought I would feed into it >:) If you're feeling up to it, whats been brewing in your mind about The Spot x reader? Take it platonic or romantic, either has so much potential for fun in my opinion and I guess I'm just interested in what ideas you might have?? Not a lot to work off of from what I'm asking but I hope you're able to have fun with it anyways ^^; Whether youre able to get to this request or not, thanks for reading! Love what you do :)

collision.

「 tws + notes: possibly ooc, unedited, he's kind of pathetic little meow meowified im sorry, first bit inspired by @//submurged-into-clouds !! <3 」

↳ ft. the spot

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: first, AUWJHEJSBS thank u so much!!!! im glad u like what i've written so far– and i am SUPER excited to write for the spot becuz im gon b real,,, there was a momentary lapse of insanity where i was scouring for any content of him at all. SO TY 4 UR REQ!!!! ( /)u(\ ) i hope this is ok!!! i got carried away and stuff so,, i hope this is at the Very Least coherent! leaned for platonic stuff with romantic undertones that intensify throughout so,, read it how u like ^_^

▸ we're going to start this by establishing that bro has literally No Friends anymore. you met him after the collider incident and by some miracle, some sort of mercy from a higher power in the multiverse– you ended up becoming friends with him

really, meeting him was an accident. wasn't supposed to be anything more– just him messing around with his new abilities and slipping into a random universe with no idea where he was.

and there was you.

just you. out, alone at night. just taking a walk– disrupted by someone falling out of a weird portal from the sky.

this is the day your paths crossed, the day your fates intertwined, the moment that your world collided into his.

to put more literally: the day he crashed into you very unceremoniously.

im now re-reading the title and remembering his backstory and giggling at my unintentional joke. he is not catching a break. even from me.

▸ after recovering from a random stranger from another universe tumbling into your own, you began to talk.

now– you don't remember how the conversation started, but you were glad to listen. the way which he rambled to you, words tumbling out of his mouth like they'd been on his mind for a while– you felt like he needed someone to hear him.

he's surprised. you're not bothered. not frightened. not even weirded out. but you're not indifferent. you nod along, you comment on things here and there– but you listen. you actually listen to him.

eventually, when he leaves, you're sat there for a moment. just frozen– processing whether that had really happened or not. you see the indent his body left in the grass where the two of you sat. it's evidence enough for you.

a few weeks pass and you're certain that you were just fated to meet once and never again. you were fine with this.

▸ until he randomly popped up in your living room one day.

yes, he had been actively trying to find your universe again– and as casually as he can be, is now peeking from out the portal he created, head leaning in to get a better look at you.

you're not sure how you can tell considering he has no face,,, but he's definitely smiling.

he waves to you, awkwardly, (noticing that you're just staring at him while not saying a word), "thought i would say hi, so– ...hi."

you blink at him tiredly. "dude, it's 6:30 in the morning–"

he's treating this like it's normal for people to just show up in your house. he missed you– and it's very evident.

▸ no matter what type of relationship you're in with him: you GOTTA set boundaries. being one of the only people who cares to hang around him anymore means that you're gonna be seeing a lot of him.

while he certainly hasn't completely lost grasp on the concept of privacy, it's definitely been altered by the fact he's got powers that allow him to pop up wherever he wants. he's just a teeny bit invasive.

"hello!" he'll greet, randomly poking his head through a portal he made to your bedroom.

on instinct, you throw the closest thing to you. he's just glad you reached for the pillow and not the alarm clock also at your arms reach on the bedside table.

definitely a good idea to remind him that if he wants to hang out, he should probably message you, and if he wants to show up at your house for whatever reason, he should give you a heads up.

he has nearly walked in on you changing. and has apologized a million times every time it's brought up. it fr keeps him up at night.

▸ everyone in his life leaving him def messed him up a bit. he can deny it all he wants, but he's terribly anxious that you're gonna grow tired of him and leave.

constantly like "oh my god what if they leave for someone who has a face" and itz like,,, boy,,,, stfu itz 3am

he needs reassurance, even if he never explicitly says. but you're kind to him. patient. you're pretty much an angel in his eyes.

which is why he feels comfortable texting u in the dead of night like:

(im gonna b real i dont even know why i have this image)

▸ he's dismissed by most people around him– but you've given him your time. you've shown him that you care. he's doing everything he can to be certain you'll still care for him.

the random waves of "oh no but what if they hate me" hit him HARD. especially if he hasn't seen you in a while, if you take longer to respond to his messages, if you haven't been answering his calls– bro will jump to a conclusion

"hypothesis: they dont love me anymore :("

☝️🤓 SORRY HAKJWOENDOEND he would NOT say that. im just clowning on him itz a part of my luv 4 him </3

needs to be needed. wants to be wanted.

eventually you have a long talk about this. he's got a bit of an ego after realizing how much power he truly possessed– but you gently encourage him to let it down. a simple heart to heart. and while you're certain these things aren't going to dissipate with a single conversation, you've let him know he doesn't have to deal with it alone.

▸ physical contact is a need for him. bro's touch starved. he likes linking his pinky with yours or just intertwining your fingers together. if you ever let him rest his head on your shoulder or hugged him he'd actually have to fight tears. he hasn't been given affection in a while :(

▸ he doesn't really feel like he has to hide anything around you. he really doesn't have much of a filter when you're talking to him which makes for some amusing conversation. he finds your laughter the sweetest sound in the world– he likes making you laugh :] it makes him feel like he's accomplished something

▸ the alterations to his body have caused some weird little changes that most people don't notice. one of them most noticeably to you– he'd cold. not frigid or like icy, but a lot colder than normal people tend to be.

you first notice this when you're hanging out in your bedroom. you're sitting on your bed, while he paces back and forth, rambling about another failed villainous act

(you haven't questioned his whole obsession with villainy considering that he seems pretty harmless with what he's been attempting– no matter how much he tries)

"and then– ohh, and tHEN THEY JUST—" you notice how he's gesturing frantically, exasperated, annoyed– and out of instinct to provide some sort of comfort (or at least calm him down) your hand grasps his wrist

there's a moment of silence.

his voice dwindles into a more soft, subdued tone, watching as your fingers wrap around his wrist. "wh– if you wanted me to stop talking, you could've just... just said or...."

his mind is going blank, trailing off at your touch. he doesn't remember the last time someone has held his hand or even brushed up against him without freaking out.

"you're cold." you comment, now taking his hand between both of yours, as if you were trying to heat him back up. you don't meet his eyes, simply staring at his hand.

"oh– yeah, yeah, it's just– a thing with now. came with the holes–"

the sensation of your hands gently squeezing his shuts him up. you raise his hand to your lips and gently blow hot air onto it.

your brow furrows, nose scrunching up. "you're still cold..." you mutter, more to yourself than to him. quietly, your gaze returns to his face.

"does that bother you?" you ask him, after a beat of silence.

he shakes his head. your hands let go of his– but he quietly reaches back to hold it again.

"hold on a second. why don't you try again?" he suggests. you laugh softly, knowing it's obviously just an excuse. still, you humor him.

[danthediamondminecart]

Hello!

Another batch of questions freshly baked from the oven!

1. Will you make an RBB fanfic about the hosts past?

2. Can you tell me about some RBB fanfics during 2021-2022? I joined around 2023 and started writing RBB fanfics at 2023 so I never get to discover what RBB fanfics exsist back then

3. Has any of the battlers/contestants tried using the host's swords before?

4. How big is RBB headquarters?

5. What happens to all the battlers after every season of RBB?

6. What's your opinion on Corl and will he be appearing on any RBB fanfic you make soon?

7. What was the most stupidest/ hilarious things that both hosts and RBB contestants did?

8. Do all the RBB Battlers have messed up sleep schedules?

9. Who is most likely to cook/bake for every battler?

10. In your RBB Superheroes AU, is there a way a Superhero to lose their powers temporarily or permanently?

That's all, I hope I added the right amount of ingredients!

I’m running on a painkiller a migraine and general tiredness, let’s see if I can answer these questions coherently!

Q1) Perhaps! I have some cool ideas for how it would play out, and it’s definitely something I’d like to dabble into - I’d just have to smoothen up the timeline first. And *maybe* get further with BLSMP too.

Q2) I will not, for one main reasons. Firstly, much of the 2021-2022 fandom is lost media - it was either in messages, DMs, and many infamous stories of the era have been deleted or discontinued. This is because their authors got deleted, banned, left/run out of the fandom, or all three if they were bold enough! You ever heard of the Dessert AU? Do you remember Rivals to Lovers? They’re all gone now! I can’t in good faith recommend any of the still existing ones because most of them will never update again. There are still some of us who are still here, but you’ll likely consider us part of the ‘2023 fandom’, so yeah. (Also, I say infamous for a reason)

Q3) There exists ‘decoy’ swords that have lesser versions of the powers the hosts have, which anyone can use. See: the swords we, the Battler, have access to. But the host’s actual swords simply won’t work (power wise, they’re still…swords) for anyone else.

Q4) Same size as the lobby, because…it is the lobby. I would like to think they have an ‘underground’ section we can’t see, though.

Q5) They go back home and do whatever they’re used to. A lot of them still meet up in the RBB studio and hang out there regularly, because it’s a nice way to see their friends without getting swarmed and it’s generally a nice place. So they have things like a cafeteria, a training grounds, etc.

Q6) Couldn’t care less about him, and a resounding no. I was not a Pals fan, I have never *been* a Pals fan, I have no attachment to or dislike of CorlHorl whatsoever. Honestly, aside from Denis and Sketch, I have no idea who was even *in* the Pals. So, yeah, absolutely not, as I have no interest in writing him.

Q7) Not all the contestants, and none of the Hosts show up, but go read The Roomba Incident and get back to me.

Q8) Nope. Some of them, like Tanqr and Hyper, actually care about their beauty sleep, and others, like Think, just have a regular sleep schedule. Really, a majority of them have a normal sleep schedule, unless A) their species demands they don’t (eg Peetah) or B) their personality means that they tend to avoid sleep and other ‘unnecessary activities’ for the sake of their work (eg Kreek)

Q9) Think and BigB, and I don’t need to explain this one. I’d like to think that the cafeteria in the RBB Studio is staffed by a mix of human chefs and robot chefs though. Please imagine the slot bots giving you ur food

Q10) Nope. Their powers can be nullified if someone has that ability - the only person to do so, however, is NightFoxx.

I hope these answers made sense, and sorry if they’re not as detailed as usual, as I said, I’m running on a painkiller and prayers right now, lol

[fgmetanoia]

💙💛 Blue and yellow: a study in media's mlm couples' color-coding 💛💙

So, since I've apparently lost all ability to write an introduction, we're gonna do without.

Let me just say, originally this was much shorter and then somehow it became a monster, I'M SORRY.

* sigh * I'm an overthinker, I can't take absolutely ANYTHING easy. Enjoy.

Quick disclaimer before starting: what follows absolutely doesn't claim to be a theory. It's more just like me trying to put some pieces together and see if something coherent comes out of it. So don't expect many deep thoughts in here, but any contribution is more than welcomed.

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Okay so, let's get started.

In the last few years, explicitly queer couples have increased in the media and I've started noticing a recurrent theme in their color-coding (I'm sure I'm not the only one, but I never saw anyone talking about it so... Sorry if I say banal stuff)

We all know about the blue and yellow deal:

Mike and Will, Simon and Wille (technically Simon is dressed in purple half of the time, but let's just ignore that for now), Nick and Charlie.

I know that these are just three cases, but I tend to notice patterns when they're there, and THREE times in THREE major queer Netflix show is enough of a pattern for me.

Plus, these are just some of the most famous ones, I'm sure there are more (feel free to add them in the tags).

Firstly, let's note how the yellow character is almost always 'the gay one' (horrible saying, sorry, but I don't know how else to put it) usually also out, or somehow the most notably queer one of the two, and somehow the most "innocent", pure of heart and/or idealistic.

While the blue one is usually bisexual and either not out yet for various reasons or in denial of their own sexuality (at least at the beginning of the story).

Jumping from one thing to another and at the cost of sounding super obvious, in color theory if you put yellow and blue together, you'll get green.

It's kind of obvious how in these shows they use green to symbolize the connection and attunement of these characters, with the most obvious one being Nick's green sweater (you know which one, I'd put a picture but tumblr has a limit), but when he and Charlie are in Paris in S2 they're also often dressed in green.

Plus, even if Simon and Wille are a little bit different (we'll see them later), they're also dressed in green to symbolize attunement and/or longing.

And don't even get me started on Mike being constantly dressed in green in S1 after Will goes missing...

So, yellow + blue = green. Green is a thing, right?

Now, I'm not an expert in any way when it comes to queer culture and historical coding, but I know that in 1800s queer men used to signal each other by wearing green flowers. Oscar Wilde himself used to do that if I'm not mistaken. It could be the origin behind this trope...?

This is stupid, I’m just babbling and it probably means nothing? Yes, absolutely, let's move on.

Let's instead indulge some more in symbolism and color psychology, because why not.

As you can see from this ugly but crystal clear infographic I found on Pinterest, yellow is usually a color associated with fun, optimism, happiness and whatnot.

On the other hand blue symbolizes trust, reliability, security, etc.

I don't know if everyone can see what I'm trying to underline, but I work in marketing and these are very common codes used by brands too.

Like, just pick the first 'yellow brand' you can think of and compare it to a blue one. It's always a matter of happy vs reliable. Here, let me visualize it for you:

Now, back to our shows, these associations are perfectly in line with our characters:

Will is described as a sensitive boy. He's gentle, artsy, warm and before the traumatic events of S1 we can presume he has an enthusiastic and happy personality. On the other hand, Mike is much more grumpy, but he's a leader, he's trustworthy and (except for when he's busy sticking his head up his ass for his own reason denying his own queerness) he's a safe person and reliable.

In the same way, Charlie is portrayed as soft, innocent, happy and bubbly but not in a exuberant or overabundant way. Nick on the other hand, is somehow the pillar of the two, in S1 he's the one that steps up to protect Charlie from Ben. He's the leader of the rugby team, and before he dumps them, of his friend group too.

Simon and Wille in my opinion are more complicated: for one thing, there is the color metaphor. As I anticipated, we don't only see them coded in yellow and blue (+ green) like the other characters. They often wear purple and orange too. But the reliable vs carefree metaphor sticks here too: Wille represents monarchy - steady, reliable, leader... Blue - while Simon is a queer artist - he's an idealist, carefree (debateble, but surely more free than Wille) and unapologetically himself -. On a side note, I find it interesting that they resolved them and closed S3 with white, as if to symbolize a clean canva, a new start. They could've more easily gone with green again, but they chose white.

Where am I going with this, you'll ask. I don't have the slightest idea, okay? At this point I'm just rambling.

But let's take some time to analyze them better.

Mike and Will

Despite the fact that Stranger Things is a horror/sci-fi TV show, Mike and Will's arc is all about coming to terms with themselves and living a life true to their nature. It's a common theme in the show, really. Nancy talks about it ("My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac and started their nuclear family. [...] Screw that."), Jonathan talks about it ("Do you wanna be normal? Do you wanna be just like everyone else? Being a freak is the best. I'm a freak") and there are characters whose entire existence's point is only to show that (Eddie and Argyle just to mention two).

Out of the two, it's Will the first one who comes to terms with himself and accepts himself (at least at some level).

Mike on the contrary, stays longer in denial of his own sexuality and is not only scared of it, but a victim of heteronormativity, to the point that he attacks Will when he tries to get his attention and away from El in S3 ("It's not my fault that you don't like girls").

Hopefully, in S5 they'll get together and their arc will be completed, with Will who overcomes the shame put there by his father and Mike who get some unconditional love (finally) and learns to be his true self despite of what other people think.

Simon and Wille

Now, young royals is a different story from Stranger Things. This show is a whole campaign against monarchy and, honestly, ALL kinds of systems that (on various levels) cage people and force them to live inside the closet certain lines and behavioral rules (celebrity industry? Nope? Okay).

Simon is free, he accepts himself and his only problems, before Wille, are about his family and being marginalized in a rich-kids school because he's poor.

Wille on the contrary arrives at Hillerska without knowing a damn thing about himself. He's angry and caged by the crown's rules about clean image and whatnot, which only makes him more angry.

When he clicks with Simon he has some difficulty to accept himself at the beginning, but quickly overcomes that and the whole damn problem from that moment until the very end of the show are caused by his public image and the control the crown has over it.

The whole point of this story, in brief, is for Wille to free himself of the chains of royalty and his public image.

Nick and Charlie

Once again, Charlie is the first one to come out (and he gets bullied and marginalized because of it, like it happened to Will and possibly to Simon too?) while Nick doesn't know he is bisexual until he meets Charlie and starts liking him.

Despite the fact that queerness is at the very center of this show, though, coming to term with it is not an issue here. Nick accepts himself almost immediately and no main character is a dick about it (his father and brother are not relevant enough for the purposes of this post, because homophobia is not the enemy in Heartstopper, fear is).

The actual thing to overcome here is identity. Nick could've lived a perfect straight life, never knowing he is bisexual (unless something else happened, but that's beside the point), but would've it been a truthful life? No. He would've lived lying to himself without even knowing it.

Meeting Charlie and falling in love with him frees nick of the chains of his straight identity, allowing him to discover a whole new side of himself.

So, let's recap it quickly: yellow character is optimistic and carefree, he knows and accept himself, while blue character, the reliable leader, discovers some queerness inside of himself thanks to yellow character and proceeds to be a little bit in denial of it before overcoming it and becoming his true self, completing his arc.

At the end they both free themselves of their own chains.

All of these three stories are about getting free from chains (societal chains in ST, system chains in YR, and identity chains in HS) and live truthfully.

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So, there's that. And like, I'm not saying it's EVERYWHERE but it's definitely something.

Just to quote some other tangential (and potential?) couples that don't completely fit in the previous scheme, Steve and Eddie are yellow and blue too:

In s4 Steve has a yellow sweater and Eddie has his jeans vest (blue). A reach? Yeah probably. Especially if you consider that Steve is the grumpy one out of the two, he's the leader and the protector, while Eddie is the Jester, the funny one, happier and artsy of the two. Yes, yes, I know, they're switched. It's the reason why I didn't include them above, but still...

In The Song of Achilles there are no color mentioned that I remember, but somehow certain versions of the cover are blue and gold. Coincidence? Probably. And yet we have another mlm couple associated with yellow and blue:

And honestly, I've always headcanoned Achilles as the yellow/golden character because of his appearance and Patroclus as the blue one because of his personality.

If they'll ever make a movie/TV show adaptation I'll bet my left asscheek that they're going to be color-coded like that.

And again, in Call Me By Your Name (book) the only colors mentioned are the ones of Oliver's swimsuits (4 colors: red, yellow, green and blue, with the attention put on the red and blue ones). And YET the cover of the movie looks like this:

Let's close with a Waterparks quote, because a touch of emo is always a good idea

I'm color-coding my moods, you're yellow, I'm natural blue

Let's get together and be green like my insides

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So, as you can see this is less then half-baked, and I've probably only discovered hot water [do English speakers say that? I don't know, it's an Italian way of saying that means you've pointed out something obvious] but I can see a pattern. These are all mlm couples with a repetitive scheme-color, similar narrative arcs, and all these media pieces came out in or after 2017 or so.

I have the feeling that this is something.

I'm very curious to hear other people's thoughts on this, especially if you think this is a bunch of bullshit, debunk the shit out of me, I'll appreciate it 🙏 thank you

[kissporsche]

Okay, last one, I promise - and no need to answer ANY of these, obviously. I'm just in the mood to be annoying today. 🙈💕

Top 5 KinnPorsche scenes - WITH and WITHOUT VP (because I think the latter would be really interesting) 👀

BLESS YOU FOR THAT, YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL (and you are not annoying AT ALL 💕💕💕)

Top 5 VP scenes

Ep 12 hedgehog funeral + sex scene

I meeeeean. I mean. I mean!!!!!!! When is a monster not a monster? When you see him utterly broken sobbing over his dead pet and your catastrophic empathy instinct kicks in because you see yourself in him and him in you and you KNOW this will backfire but need NEED to go back anyway and it NEEDS to be your choice and it KEEPS being your choice and kissing him is your choice and fucking him is your choice and offering up your wrists is your choice and you fucking SMILE because for once you got everything you wanted and for just a minute the whole world falls into its proper place.

Ep 13 break-up scene

My beloved. This is legit one of my favourite scenes in any piece of media, ever. It enraptures me. It's every terrible, beautiful, instinctual decision that they've made together being CRUSHED by the world outside their safehouse/prison/escape/condemnation and exploding in their faces. It is everything to me. It's inevitable. And so necessary even though it hurts like hell.

Ep 13 alleyway scene

THE DRAMA. Vegas with his prince hair pulling his One Move. Pete with the cigarette and the realisation and the gun. They both look so insanely good sorry for being shallow. But GOD. "Don't you want me to disappear?" "Shoot me!" "I don't think you can. And you know why." like ugh UGH it's the PEAK of fucked up romance! Vegas risking it all on Pete feeling the same and not caring if he loses his life on that bet, Pete unable to even speak in response but just breaking down in Vegas's arms because he can't and he knows.

Ep 14 pool scene

Okay now obviously this one is also everything to me. It's... yeah. This scene was to my brain what a magnet is to a VHS tape. I lost the ability to form coherent thoughts for multiple days. I still can't adequately express everything this scene means to me. It's a masterclass in writing and character work and ACTING!!!! Like with anyone else this scene could have failed massively but instead we got CINEMA. My favourite, most unhinged viewing experience of my entire life. Maybe if I loved it less I might be able to talk about it more.

Ep 14 epilogue

THE SOFT EPILOGUE THEY DESERVE. Their lives have beaten them down into the dirt, they've nearly lost their humanity entirely, they barely know how to be people and yet. They find each other. They choose each other. They live for each other. And they get happiness as a reward, and a family they will keep choosing again and again and again.

I could have picked so many other scenes, literally any of their scenes! But 12-14 really is just hit after hit of some of the best television ever created so. holy shit there's a whole other half to this ask OOPS- Top 5 KP scenes (no VP)

Ep 1 Porsche and Chay

Porsche wiping his tears away and hugging his little brother is what sold me on his character and really the entire show.

Ep 5 Porsche breaking down in the bathroom

Talk about a masterclass in acting. Phenomenal.

Ep 6 final scene

All the lead up too. Kinn apologising, Porsche deliberately failing rock paper scissors, Kinn's speech when they escape, Porsche running back to kiss him. GORGEOUS.

Ep 10 warehouse scene

Oh I live for gloves-off Vegas. And the horriblest little man Tawan. Sleeveless Kim. Big's sacrifice.

Ep 14 office scene

I'm being soooo good and not counting this as a VP scene but like. Oh I love it. Namphueng reveal, "you're just as bad as papa was", "the truth that Namphueng is-", Vegas surrounded by a halo of guns, Korn at his most menacing, "I can't keep betraying my feelings", the look between Porsche and Pete, I-. I love it. There's just so much to keep coming back to.

[pjsk-writin]

( 🐈 anon here massive madoka magica spoilers ofc ) SO lets say, randomly, you encounter a white cat-like creature. you believe only you can hear it and see it. cat-like creature ( his name is kyubey) tells you that it can grant you any wish, but, you will have to become a magical girl and fight 'witches'. you get any wish youd like AND you also get to destroy witches in cute outfits?? you agree. Now for your wish, lets say instead of you, its kanade, but when her father wasnt in a coma. Kanade wishes for her dads work to become succesful. He does become succesful, but like in main story he cannot recreate a 'succesful' song and eventually falls into a coma. Pretty much all wishes come with weird side effects, say you wish for x group to like you and their personalitys are shifted so they like you. Most magical girls end up regretting their wishes deeply in the show, and, from the deep regret and despair is one way where the witches come from. If they fall into a deep despair, they turn into witches and p much turn into mindless beasts, for the other way that witches come to be, you remember that the cat-like creature gave you a "soul gem". It told you your magical power was stored there, and that if it gets shattered, you will die. after defeating a witch, you notice two things. one, your soul gem seems... darker. its lost some of its color and shine. you also see that before dying, the witch drops a seed like "thing" on the floor. after putting the seed thing next to your soul gem, it seems your soul gem absorbs it, and recovers its shine, so you deplete some of your magical power each time you fight one of those witches. You go ask the cat-like thing, and it tells you something; your soulgem contains, quite literally, your soul. if you go more than 100 meters away from it you will faint until its returned to you, and if your magical power runs out, you'll also turn into a witch. Now, you could say "well, i can just take the wish and stay home without depleting magical power", but, now that your body is nothing but a soulless shell, it takes magical power to keep it running. if you do not go out to slay witches, you will die. This causes to be zones "owned" by magical girls, causing girls to actually die in combat with ones of their own kind rather than working along them.

Your wish gives you a special ability of some kind, as an example, if you wish from someone to recover from an illness, you'll have great healing powers.

Magical girls can ONLY die in combat or becoming a witch, so all magical girls are destined to either die in a witches hiding place and never be found , fall into despair, or get slain by another magical girl. Basically there is no hope for them.

Witches have hiding spots that are p much just sekais but creepier and not so cute or not so,, coherent i guess??? magical girls can acces through portals to there, but witches cqn kindap normal humans.

Extra info you can easily skip over: soul gems are normally in the form of accesories. A necklace, earring, etc.

THIS SIS SO LONG IM SORRY IVE BEEN WAKING ROUND MY HOUSE LIKE A MADMAN AS I WRITE THIW —🐈

WOAG OKAY this is super cool actually!!! and its ok dw, ill probably check out madoka sometime....but I used the same charas from the original prompt, I hope you like this!! <3

♡ MADOKA MAGICA - Mizuki Akiyama, Rui Kamishiro and Nene Kusanagi x Reader

Mizuki:

When Mizuki first learns that you're a magical girl, they think it's the coolest thing ever!

Well, that is, until you explain all of the schemantics of it-

They're very confused, but they try to keep up. You had a wish, you were gifted a soul gem, you now had to kill witches in order to stay alive??

The only thing they truly understand is your whole "territory" thing, and they try their best to help you manage it

For all the strife that you being a magical girl brings, they absolutely LOVE your outfit. If there's a way for you to change into it without the whole transformation part, they will try and replicate it for themself

Sometimes, they tease you on the whole thing, but they mean it as light-heartedly as possible. It was certainly very impressive, and they would never discredit that

Rui:

Sticking with my Rui loves magical girls headcanon, he also believes that it's the coolest thing ever!

When you explain everything though, he gets very curious

He won't test your limits persay, but he'll certainly try to find out how everything works. How do you transform? How does you being soulless work? Can he make something to hold your soul gem easier?

He definitely makes drones in an attempt to help you. Even though they can't actually shoot deadly lasers, they can help you look around your territory easier

He always loves watching your transformation, and definitely takes notes for any costume/costume change ideas that he can bring to Tsukasa. He'll ask where Rui gets the ideas and he just shrugs with a grin

He surprisingly doesn't tease you on anything, simply asking questions to quench his curiosity. He'd definitely try to be a sidekick if he could be one!

Nene:

Nene kind of understands the concept of magical girls, so she'll look at you with awe when you tell her

The awe is immediately replaced by concern when you explain everything in detail

She definitely understands that you have your reasons, but she's worried that that is far too much for you to handle on your own, especially with the risk of being killed by someone else-

She'll try to go around town and observe people, telling you about people she thinks are suspicious. More than half of the time she ends up being right, and she doesn't know how-

Your transformation impresses her a ton, but she doesn't say so, in fear of weirding you out. You just remind her of her favorite character in a fighting game...

She asks you about what you do from time to time, but expect her to leave you alone on it otherwise. It's your business, and unless you want her to be involved, she'll stay out of it

[khaire-traveler]

I have a question regarding your curse-masterpost. I haven't gone through all of them yet, it's a very interesting and useful one. So, I am looking for a spell that would make the person realise what they have done and have them feel remorse in some way. Or at least so they try to do better than hurt me and my close ones. The Person is a close family member who, becasue of their lack of emotion(seriously, I doubt they have ever felt an emotion in their life) and self awareness and thoughtfulness are continually hurting those closer to me. They don't help with the housework and leave everything upon others, are completely oblivious to other's pain. I am away from home and hence I don't have many resources like pepper and all that. I do have access to threads(I crochet), paper and pen of various inks, salt and things like dishwasher liquid. I don't have access to mirrors so I can't do a karma spell or smth. Is there a way I can make them pay for what they are doing? I can't risk having them.injured or sick since it would unfortunately affect others who live with them(as I said, it's a family member). But they are causing a lot of stress and pain to my close ones and I am unable to take direct action as i am still dependent on them financially and otherwise.

I am sorry for such a long post I don't know if I am being coherent about my situation, but your long and detailed post on curses and spells made me want to approach you.

Hello, and thank you for the ask! I apologize for taking so long to answer it.

Even just with paper and pen, you can create some pretty potent curses with the right intention. One that I'd recommend (and I've made a post about; I believe it's on that masterpost) is an Ancient Greek curse. I'll attach the link to my post here (link will be added after answering because I have too many drafts and don't want this ask to get lost 💀). It's very simple and pretty much only requires paper and a toothpick (or any "sharp" object you can stab through paper and are ok parting with).

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Here's another curse you could do that might suit your situation a lot better (there's no post for it, so I'm just gonna type it out; it was shared with me by someone else):

- Needed supplies: Crocheting ability and tools, paper, red writing utensil (preferably red pen), baneful herbs that you feel called to add (there's no right way to do it),

- Summary: You will crochet an animal that represents the person in question. The animal must remain hollow as you create it. During the process of creation, you will place a paper inside of the animal describing what they've done wrong and what you'd like to happen to them as retribution. You will also add the baneful herbs inside of the animal. Once finished, hold onto the animal, and shake it around whenever you feel the need to aggravate the curse. If you ever feel that the person has paid their dues, you may destroy the animal and empty out its contents.

1. Choose an animal that best represents the person in question. Personally, I typically go with a peacock, snake, or leech.

2. Begin the process of crocheting. It doesn't have to be super elaborate; you just need to be able to have enough space inside of the animal to fit a strip of paper and some herbs.

3. Stop crocheting when you have enough room to place something inside of the hollow animal.

4. On a strip of paper, use a red writing utensil. On one side, write a summary of what the person has been doing wrong. On the other side, write what you'd like to happen to them as retribution. I'd also recommend either writing or saying aloud, "When I feel my anger rise, I shake the [insert animal name here], and it is [insert person's name here] who suffers, whom I despise."

5. Fill the remaining space with baneful herbs that you feel called to add. Things like pepper certainly work, although you don't have access to it at the moment. It can be anything that you intuitively feel called to use, even if it's not an herb. I've used broken glass before (obviously, be careful if you plan to use something like that) and still got potent results.

5. Finish crocheting the animal. As you finish, ensure that your focus - your intention - remains on "sealing the person's fate". Closing the animal with a final stitch indicates that you're "sealing it off", in a sense, so put as much negative energy into it as you can muster while you're still in the process of creating it.

6. That's it, it's finished! Whenever you want to aggravate the curse, shake it around a bit. If you'd like to add an extra boost of energy to this, I recommend burning a red candle as you crochet and either pouring the melted wax inside of the animal or on top of it. Hope this helps you and is still relevant!

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I'm not super well-versed in curses, honestly, so the curse above is one I've gotten from an in-person acquaintance. I don't personally even know how to crochet, but this person has told me this method has worked well for them.

As always, I recommend cleansing your space after the curse is completed, mostly just to get rid of any lingering energy in your space. I would also recommend cleansing your crocheting needles and any other objects you used to contribute to the curse (but obviously do not cleanse the crocheted animal itself).

I hope you find (or have already found) a curse that suits your needs. There's quite a lot of information on my masterpost, so I hope you can also find something there, if the above methods don't work for you. Take care, and have a good day/night. 🧡

[ohonama]

Oh and then the heart hotel became a family they’re sibling found family your honor and they make me cry >:’)

HEART HOTEL FOUND FAMILY GRAAAAAAAAAAAGUHHH i always make heart hotel hate eachother to some capacity… i think it was me who came up with the idea for ventus to not like fateswap sora that much the same way i did for the abyss call au (which i… will explain at some point. don’t know when. just know he’s silly)

i think he was one of the first sora aus i made… ventus hates sora for different reasons i did write a fic about it at some point so i can copy paste it and forward it to tumblr honestly. but ventus just kinda fights sora lol. in fateswap vanitas and sora in kh3 “plot line” is like. they’re partnered up but neither xion nor roxas exist (kirux, riku’s nobody, does, but he materialises into being in chain of memories, it’ll all become pretty coherent upon reading the doc but he fights his clone (replica wooo)) and the only reason ventus gets back to his body is because sora is present with vanitas because they’d function as a tag team and not as single operating members. but anyway terra and xehanort are kind of heart hotel except i wanna kick fateswap xehanort’s teeth in (and canon’s, too) but terra is like actually okay when it comes to sora because. it’s TERRA. but yeah enough infodumping. will i ever make/co produce an au where the heart hotel is happy and like? okay? only time will tell. i mean technically vessel au is that like plot line but i am NOT getting into that right now because sora is not happy. like. at all. he is just very sleepy. uhhh lost au again they don’t function as a family unit because everyone fucking dies in lost au during keyblade graveyard and yensid saves sora last second and he is like ahah no you cannot abuse the power of waking and magically binds his ability to do so (i will not go into details here) and dumps him on a planet so. shrug.

ff7 (don’t ask) doesn’t have heart hotel, ascended is just fucked up, uhhhhhhh. nope. don’t think i’ve written one where they function as a family unit without one of them hating another one aggressively. my flop era truly. sorry for infodump HAAHAHAH i like making aus i do have a few more on top of this but alas

[potatotalksculture]

Disco Elysium: First Impressions

Within the last two weeks I've finished writing my BA, put together my new gaming PC and caught a cold. So there is no better time than right now to eventually start playing Disco Elysium.

This game has been recommended to my by almost every single person I talk to about games. And the things I knew in advance were: - The art style is impeccable, - There skill tree is rather cryptic for a video game, - You start the game as a character who has no idea what is going on or who he is, - There was a murder.

In the spirit of the completely oblivious main character I decided to go through my first playthrough similarly oblivious i.e. to not google things. This has proven too hard to maintain as soon as I had to assign some points to some traits and got frustrated about not knowing what do all those mean. After struggling for a while, I asked my partner to explain some of this stats to me. After realizing that I can't comprehend them without an indepth discussion about the game, I have simply based my decision on his recommendation to apply 4 to Intellect as well as Psyche and 2 respectively to Physique and Motorics. After going for Conceptualization as my signature skill, because it sounded fun, I entered the story itself.

Playing without googling has its perks. As a pretty unexperienced gaming gal I'm not good at comparing stats or making thought out decisions about skilling up. I usually just go for what's most fun or interesting and then try to do more strategic decision making as I go. This attitude vibes well with Disco Elysium as I stumble through the world having not a clue what is going on. I refuse to remember my name. I refuse to look at the corpse (until I have a good chance of not puking). I leave conversations half baked with intention of returning with some more skill points. I like how the game teaches you about different traits. It makes leveling up way easier for me. ATM I put my skill points in the traits that increase a positive outcome of rolling the dice in a few specific cases. Like opening the Clip Board of the Ledger, cuz I hope my badge is in there. I refuse to call it in that 've lost it. For now...

In the conversation I'm following my gut. My personal gut, not the one of the guy I'm playing as. It's fun. It's super fun. But I'm also happy to know more and then o a playthrough where I follow some animalistic instincts or present more as a Chad-drunk-muscle than a being with the ability to compose coherent thoughts. As a slack off, who asks for money, food and funny stories instead of investigating. But for now, I am a sorry cop. And it's kind of true to my own character. How sad...

I like learning about the world of Disco Elysium. About the internal probably more than about the external. But I guess that is partly the point. My one concern with the dialogue options is the same as with, for instance, Firewatch. Some lines may get slightly different meaning depending on how they are said. While talking with the what-was-his-name racist by the newspaper stand I can answer something like: "I can see what you mean" in an agreeing or judgmental tone. I don't like the uncertainty regarding which one is it in the game.

[edit:] I also refused to barge into the room next to mine, since there was a lady, who I just offended with a very vulgar proposition, taking a shower. I suspect I’m missing something because of that decision.

To be continued...

[singsweetmelodies]

Oh my godddd!! Kiss fic anon here.. I wasn’t trying to be mean but I’m sorry if you felt like i was😭 😭I’m always checking my bookmarked fics n I saw both of your fics there and idk it made me sent that ask.. I didn’t even reread the mesg. Tbh I’m very bad at putting whatever is on my mind into words😅

Anyways, you take all the time you need dear🤗. For me also these last few weeks were really hectic. I was trying to relax a little bit with ao3 you know 🫢 I’m really sorry if I was a bit harsh, it wasn’t intentional.. still, made me smile when I saw your reply 😁

hey anon! thank you so much for clarifying ❤️ you're all good! i did not read your initial ask in that way - although i do think it's crucial to tread very carefully with this kind of ask.

to be clear, this is not an attack on you personally, anon. not at all. but it is true that many writers (myself included) have unfortunately had bad experiences with this sort of thing, so i do want to just take a moment to explain why many of us might react badly to an ask along the lines of the first one you sent.

the thing is: writers on AO3 do this all for free, and we do it while also balancing our real lives. we do it because we love it and we love our readers, yes, but that doesn't mean it's always easy. writer's block and any number of real-life problems and reasons can come up at any time.

the problem comes in when we get an ask or a comment that doesn't seem to understand that. now, i do understand that this is often not the intention behind that comment, but it is all too easy for tumblr asks/comments asking for fic updates to seem like they're pressuring the writer.

it's like... i have written over two hundred and fifty THOUSAND words for this fandom, and i have done it completely for free, and in my own free time. now some person i don't know at all comes to me and basically DEMANDS that i do even more, on their schedule and not mine.

from a writer's perspective, it's easy to feel frustrated and/or demoralised by "when are you posting the next chapter" type comments. even if it is tempered by "i love your writing," as a writer it's easy to feel like you're not being appreciated for what you've already done. and, you know. we're humans too, not perfect writing machines who always stay exactly on schedule with everything. it's just nice to be treated like humans, y'know?

again, i understand that in many cases, none of the above is the intention of the ask/comment at all - which is why i think that phrasing is SO vitally important. instead of "when is the next chapter coming out? i miss this fic" it just feels kinder, to me at least, to say it more like "i love this fic SO MUCH... and i am so excited to see what happens next!! i will be here cheering you on for the next chapter (and rereading all the others in the meantime!!) thank you so much for sharing ❤️"

(istg just lost my entire ability to write a coherent comment when trying to do an example here 😭😭 but i hope you see what i'm trying to get at?)

speaking as a writer, one of THE best feelings in the world is to get a comment from someone who loved your story as much as you loved writing it. someone who's as excited for more as you are!! in my opinion, a good way to keep up this positive energy all around is simply to not ask the writer for a timeline. this is often impossible for us to provide - because like i said, we are HUMANS. life happens. writers can't predict it any more than you can.

just be excited with us. cheer for us and cheer WITH us. rather than demanding exact dates and putting pressure on a writer to try and create content faster when they might not be able to - just be there for the process, support us, and make us smile as much as our fics made YOU smile!!

... ah, wow, this has gotten to be quite a long reply 🙈🙈 i got on my soapbox a little bit, but this is something i feel quite passionately about, so i do hope it all makes sense! i also hope that you don't think i'm mad at you, dear anon who sent this - i'm not, not at all. i just wanted to take the opportunity to make things as clear as possible for everyone who might need to read this ❤️ thank you ever so and cheers to you if you've made it this far!! i appreciate you taking the time out of your day/night to give this a read 💙

[leviathanlog]

#10

I'm going to preface this by saying: Wow, sorry. I knew I wanted to drop the daily updates, but I absolutely did not intend to be late by a week and a half. At first I wasn't writing out of embarrasment, because I didn't get things done, but after that it was just laziness. So let's begin the recap then: It took me a couple of days, but I pulled myself together, and actually started looking for jobs, and I feel pretty close to getting one! However that was not actually the topic that has been poisoning my mind the most. I'll try to make it quick and painless for me: I found myself having feelings for them again. It's embarrasing to admit, but it was true. I was on a group thing with them being there again, and at some point I think they implied that they got a partner? I never got confirmation, I wasn't going to ask, but I didn't need to. Out of nowhere, from a part of my heart I didn't even know existed, I felt something. Anguish, dread, anxiety; I'm not sure what it was, but it didn't feel like an emotion of mine. It felt like a bestial and childish part of my brain had awoken from its slumber and was going nuts over these news. I was taken aback, because I didn't know in that instant where did that come from, but when I rationalized it later, after the group thing ended, I developed a new strategy. I decided that I would split my understanding of myself into three facets: Instinct, the one from which all unfiltered emotions, impulses and desires came from, the animalistic side I described earlier. Judgement, the part of me that processed all those emotions into coherent thoughts, and would often chastize itself for having them, this side was the one in charge of making sense of what I felt. And finally, Carapace, who would be at the controls, making sure to understand my needs and wants and seeing them accomplished to the best of its ability. It would also be responsible for protecting the other two from being hurt by others, which would often require lying and avoiding being vulnerable.

Now I know that I described them negatively, but that's a bit of the point, the idea was to see these as different people instead of myself, because while I tend to be very self-deprecating, I would never consciously try to make someone I care about feel bad, or ignore them when they are in pain. And so far, it has mostly worked out for me.

Now, going back to those feelings for the person that I was once in love with, who I thought I was over. I felt pretty bad for the following days, including tonight. It didn't help that there was another group thing where I had to see them again. It was funny actually, we were playing a trivia game, and the competition for first place was between me and them. Now, I am a competitive person, and I often like to play up my feelings for comedic effect. So I told them that they were now my nemesis and that they would rue the day they crossed me (I lost at the trivia game). This will be relevant later.

From that day to tonight, I've been going back and forth between having panic attacks over why was I being so irrationally hurt by them being able to find love, and reaching life changing conclusions that let me be at peace with myself (they weren't that much life changing turns out).

So what changed? I was thinking about it, really hard, really fucking hard. None of my friends were available for venting, but I didn't know if I actually wanted to tell them about these feelings. As I stated before, it felt embarrasing going back on what I thought was the wrap-up of my feelings for this person. I also knew that I didn't want any solutions, because there weren't any, I can't do nothing about their life now, we're not even friends. "Wait... I don't even consider them my friend anymore! Why the hell am I feeling love just because they got together with someone? I don't even like them!"

And then it hit me, this feeling that I've been calling "an evil version of love" in my mind, wasn't love at all. I realized that I HATE them.

And why wouldn't I? They got to blindside me with a breakup that I didn't even get time to process before they continued talking to me as if nothing had happened. Then they dropped me when I was at a very low point because I was being too needy? I suppose. After that they just gradually stopped talking to me, months passed where if I wasn't the one to start the conversation, then there wouldn't be any. I tried talking to them more and more, maybe that would rekindle our friendship. But nothing. They just don't care. They didn't even bother telling me. And the worst part is that I now found myself unable to enjoy a lot of things because they reminded me of them. Even love. Love reminded me of them, and I was unable to feel it for anyone else, as much as I wanted to. Why do they get to move on while I'm still stuck in this same awful horrible painful place? It's not fair.

Now, I know this sounds like a very one sided story where I'm omitting a lot of facts that would make the other party seem a lot more reasonable. I am partly doing that. This is very hyperbolic, and they are not a bad person. But friends drifting away is an issue that has come up way too often for me in the last couple of years, and I'm very sensitive about it. And if I got to be spiteful towards the other people who ignored me, then why couldn't it be the same for my ex? Turns out I can. Turns out it feels great.

I don't want to create unnecessary conflict. I will never tell them about this, unless they approached me about it. But given what I've already explained, I'm absolutely sure they won't bother talking to me for a long, long time.

Good job everyone.

[lovings4turn]

thank you for the very warm welcome, much much appreciated !! :)) my review AND exam went pretty well !! we had to study twelve chapters, and they only asked from three. it was literally an A B C exam, with a topic sentence and three sub questions, with a max of 400 words each !! there were four, and we had to answer three, and i did them pretty well !! i think so atleast??? 😭 pshhh, i speak five (sorry for the flex, not really... <3) but i was so brain dead that nothing came out. but, your english is spectacular, don't even !! 🤺🤺 TELL ME !! what did i miss out on since sunday !! last i spoke to you, you baked and.... that's all my brain remembers. anything funnn?

reserving only the warmest of welcomes for you nonnie my love !! oh i am so happy to hear and oh so proud of you that's incredible !?! i will say that hearing you had to do that , for a stem subject nonetheless , is so impressive and you should be so proud of yourself omg ! i know you did amazing , but you'll have to update me when you get your results officially !!! 😽🫶

ohhh don't even apologise for that flex darling , if you speak five languages you Deserve to flex that ??? i'd be offended on your behalf if you didn't , actually 🫡 and the return of the whatchamacallit's we're so back ‼️ i will say that , when granted the ability to think and write , my english is far more coherent thankfully ! after a few hours into a shift though ,, oh boy . the amount of times i've just lost my english mid interaction and stared blankly at a customer is equal parts impressive and embarrassing 😭

luckily not too much has been going on for me !!! a lot of writing , both on here and also academically (sadly midterms are having my life atm) , and i also redyed my hair the other day and it turned out better than i had hoped !!! how have you been besides your review and exam though , sweetheart ?! hope it's been nothing but good or i will be forced to fight the universe ! sending all my love nonnie lovely !!💌

[skaruresonic]

Aw, thanks <3

tfw Lanolin starts sounding like OaS!Eggman and people praise her for being a "refreshing" character. guys. guys OaS!Eggman is the villain here. guys.

The point OaS is trying to make is that even though Sonic technically could mess with your game, he doesn't, unlike Eggman, because of the superpowah of friendship.

Sonic maintains a stalwart faith in your willingness to do right by him and his friends, even if you make the worst choices available, if only for pragmatism's sake. The alternative is surrendering all control to Eggman and being stuck in limbo, with no game to play.

When it looks like you've learned too much, making you a lost cause in his eyes, Eggman even attempts to make Sonic give up control by appealing to his love of freedom.

Fuck dem kids the player, Sonic. Don't you tire of running through these hamster wheels for them?

While the ploy obviously fails, it does go to show that he's pulling out all the stops to manipulate those around him. OaS requires you, the player, to complete the picture. It's centered around the idea that both Sonic and Eggman are aware of you and your role; how do they react to such knowledge?

Eggman obviously resents it, and will lie, trick, threaten, and swindle his way into making you surrender control. Sonic, on the other hand, may not always know your intentions, but has faith that you'll do what you think is right in the end. (Neither can die permanently without irreversibly breaking the game. Both are needed.) I guess the premise is also based on two things Sonic says: "I'll never betray you" and "Nothing starts until you take action." You could do the most awful shit to hurt him and his friends for your sadistic whims, and he'll still believe in you. Not in an "uwu all people are intrinsically good" kind of way, but in a "you have the ability to do the right thing, so do it" kind of way.

Whether his mindset stems from genuine friendship or foolish naivete is left for you to decide. Regardless, Sonic really does want to give you the best and most coherent game experience possible, even if you don't care and only consider him a toy to bend and break as you please.

He threatens to roll back your save after Amy's bad choice, but that's just it: he doesn't unless Eggman's interference threatens the world. He can't override your agency until you basically say "Help me, Sonic" or "I'm sorry, Sonic" through your choices.

Eggman's claims cast doubt on the notion that Sonic's friendship means anything when he's "programmed to carry you to the so-called 'good ending' no matter what you do."

I wanted his views to reflect those of players who consider Sonic a mere vehicle to get you from Point A to Point B. In fact, the entire concept was inspired by a forum post that described Modern Sonic as exactly that. That's why Eggman begins to dehumanize Sonic, calling him "it." Both have the ability to mess with your game if they wanted to. Sonic admits that he can save things to his memory just like Eggman, speculating that "maybe Sega didn't want to put all of their eggs in one basket."

The difference is that, while Eggman sabotages the game in order to grab your attention and relent control to him, Sonic does not take direct control unless shit hits the fan and the game is in danger of collapse (or, in other words, "the world is about to end"). In that sense, he fulfills his role of "hero." However, neither can really do much until you step in.

This may be His World, but you play a critical role in shaping it.

I… wouldn't know how you'd convey all that in a medium without some measure of interactivity, but the way these guys keep writing the concept - which is itself predicated on the erroneous assumption that Sonic makes a choice to "let Eggman go" - strikes me as cynical and even meanspirited. It almost seems like they're trying to say that unless Sonic assumes the role of Hedgehog Jesus and fixes all the world's ills, he's worthless as a hero.

"It's like this world exists- no. Was designed to be your playground"

"He could end it all if he wanted"

These people took the lyrics to his world way too literally. Lanolin is talking about Sonic like he's a reality warping god who's forcing all existence to do an endless dance. Why can't we just have a comic where Sonic and his friends run around through weird environments while thrashing robots? How does anyone enjoy the soap opera trite that idw dishes out?

You know, I don't wanna be That Guy

but

On A Sunday already did that whole thing. Where the entire setting and everyone in it is substantiated around Sonic(and Eggman)'s existence.

and it was way better about it

just saying

[emperorsfortune]

for once a vent post that has some positive stuff

so for the past month I was on the fence abt my plans to go back to school, I was breaking down like every night abt it bc it doesn’t feel worth it and doesn’t guarantee I’ll come out of it being able to work and whatnot

but throughout that month in therapy my therapist had been coaxing out shit that I’ve kept on the back burner for too long and finally I was able to get out that I think I might be autistic & she told me she’d considered that as well and now I’m trying to find a place to get an evaluation so i can have some closure on that. Unfortunately it’ll probably take a while but I hope it’s worth it

And back to the school part, I had a meltdown today after realizing I just can’t do this class or more school right now so i officially withdrew and spent most of the day feeling bad but now I feel better somehow? like I didn’t do anything special I just watched youtube videos all evening but i feel more settled I guess?? Idk anyway

[cupcraft]

This video yet again makes me ascend into happiness about Tommy's character building and acting ability. Oh God here I go to talk about it. This won't be coherent analysis okay i'm in shambles/writing this as i watch.

Just like you have him in his exile skin and we the audience are like oh no our son :( let the poor kid in, and Charlie felt the same. And it was just such a slow and unnerving development. Like why is he eating flesh to why he is so obsessed with the shape of Charlie's brain? Like the line "god you're such a human" I had chills. Like because overall other than being kinda creepy, he comes off very calm and quite a nice kid. Like what could happen? The fact he seemed immune to the zombies and could communicate with them, and he did so in such a directive and cold all business voice like holyy shittt, directing them to eat people. Then to the desperate "i'm so sorry" after almost killing Charlie. Like the RANGE. The "I spoke to them charlie we made an executive decision" paired with the roar of zombies like i lost it. And then the guilt like i sobbed fr. It also kind of marked a bit of evolution from Charlie, who kind of threw himself into work like with just Tommy locked up.

And then we have the terror of the "he's out there somewhere" post break. And then narratively like Charlie is so busy with thing after thing that you watch him forget that Tommy is out there. And you had to wonder as Zombies started destroying food sources and doing new things you'd think "was that Tommy ordering them?" Then Tommy, patient zero brought back a zombie virus to this lab. Two guys, afraid that Tommy is still out there. And then we hear about Wizzly eating people and that inkling is there. Where is Tommy?

And then "i saw the one thing I was trying to keep in".

He's here to command the zombies to kill Charlie in 5 days. With men and "So many rotten girls." I lost it genuinely lost it. My villain, my star, my brain loving boy, oh my sgjsldgsdfjslds.

And then he returns, desperate and angry, thinking he's saved the world. Needing Charlie to cry to him that the world is in fact ending though he's too blind by his power to see the truth. And he calls Charlie Pathetic, Alone, weak, powerless basically all because he put Tommy in jail, for merely defying him, not just being a human on this Earth. HE CALLS THE FINAL BLOOD MOON. And then he bawls his eyes out, like a fucking sick and twisted guy, and calls upon his mutant zombies.

"There's always a guy, someone who thinks he's a hero." Im dead.

And then he can't die. "Even I can't die" to "Why would I leave you alone"

And then he dies, pathetically, and quiet. Lost and stripped of his power. From he once was all powerful, the king of the zombies, vile and destructive, now a mere fleck of dust in the lava, with no shrieks of zombies near. He was alone.

Fucking bravo performance.

[asgardwinter]

Breathless

summary | He’d make you breathless just in order to find his air.

pairing | Loki x Reader

warnings | fluff, lots of kissing (it’s literally what the drabble is about)

word count | 435

author's note | IDK KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM! sorry, it's a lie, i know exactly this came from the thumb thing described in traditional and now we have a small blurb with no dialogue about how loki’d kiss you… enjoy the ride! (it's just self indulgent stuff... nothing new around here)

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Even if Loki being a great kisser wasn’t news to you it seemed that the more you grew accustomed to it the more you were left breathless in the best of ways.

It always started with that thumb thing, it was the only warning you had before your brain short circuited. Loki would caress your cheek with such a light touch, like if he was testing the waters, checking if your face was warm enough, if you were flustered enough for his likes or if you needed just something more to reach the melting point he seeked.

You rarely did need more.

As soon as he did that you knew what was to come, sucking one last sharp breath to guarantee the kiss would last more. That touch triggered that burning in your face giving in that the memories from the previous times he did that were rushing through your mind in chaotic but significant motion.

The moment he inched closer, and closer, and closer your breath hitched in your throat and the second your lips met it was like the whole world disappeared, and you wouldn't complain if it actually vanished. You got lost in the faint taste of mint and something else that was entirely Loki, his lips picking up the pace and you just had no idea how you were still standing up and with enough air in your lungs.

Loki was the one to break the kiss, not daring to get away from you. Your foreheads touched lightly and his hand was still cupping the side of your face, the other was around your waist to keep you closer. With eyes closed it was such a weird and perfect feeling, him against you and the comforting cold from Loki’s hands that assured you it was all more than real.

That pause only took seconds but was enough for you to breathe again and for Loki to leave a smart comment that'd put an end to a discussion or that was just meant to tease you. Sometimes he’d whisper a sweet declaration getting you by surprise just like the most things he did.

Either way Loki'd say it out of the blue and go back to kissing you, in a way you couldn't form a coherent word, not even a phrase.

He could break you down and pick you up only by kissing you, an ability he was so proud of. Loki could stop you breathing but at the same time he was the one to help you get it back.

He’d make you breathless just in order to find his air.

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[mellowyandere]

You’re Ours to Protect

Had a weird dream last night. Thought you might enjoy it. 

Reader: F

Characters: Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead), Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

Summary: Your time as an anti-hero might finally be coming to an end. With three pros on your tail it’s a miracle this didn't happen sooner. (Reader has a quirk but it’s not very important to the smut.)

Length: 4.5 K (I have come to the conclusion that I am incapable of writing below 4 K)

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, slight bondage/restraints, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, M/M/F, mostly clothed male, naked reader, slight cum swallowing, Eraserhead and Present Mic are in an established relationship in this fic. 

Hands were on your body, hands that shouldn’t be there. Your mind was stuck in a fog, your limbs so heavy you could barely move them. What was going on? You strained to remember, thinking long and hard about what might have led you here as calloused fingers blazed trails along your exposed thighs. You managed to wiggle your limbs a bit, shaking off the haze that muddled your brain.

You groaned, trying to open your eyes so you can get a better understanding of your surroundings. Your hands were restrained behind your back but it seemed your legs were free. You'd murder who ever had their fucking hands on you. As your eyes adjusted to the light you couldn't help but groan again as the figure in front of you came into view. You tried and failed to subtly use your quirk, this didn’t look good.

“Eraserhead. Didn’t realize you were still wasting your time looking for me. Not my fault I beat you to that criminal. Hero’s leaving trash like him alive is such a stupid concept. He was a murderer you know.” 

You looked around to the best of your ability as you spoke, you were sitting on a plush dark green couch in what appeared to be a relatively empty basement. You had been stripped of your gear, leaving you in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt. Two men were flanking you on the couch. The one to your left you didn't recognize. He was ridiculously tall, as well as skinny. Blond hair a mess as two long bangs hid his eyes from view. To your right was a pro you did recognize. His emerald green eyes sparkled in delight behind his civilian glasses as he grinned down at you. So it was their hands on your body currently. They’d die first then. 

“So, what does that make you?” the dark haired pro murmured, leaning forwards and somewhat regaining your attention. 

You ignored his question, opting to look about some more. There wasn't a one-way mirror or any recording device in sight. Were they interrogating you off the books? This whole situation seemed off, these were heroes right? They’d convict you and leave you to rot in a dingy jail cell somewhere.. but this didn't look like a normal interrogation room. 

“I know this is my first time getting caught and all but this doesn’t really seem up to protocol. Gonna haul me away after having fun or something?” You shifted your gaze to the obsidian eyes in front of you, leaning forwards to mimic his posture. 

Present Mic barked out a laugh, hand squeezing harder on you thigh much to your annoyance. “Sorry babe but prison won’t be your final destination! I mean after all y’aint evil, just a lil misguided is all, nothin’ three pros can’t fix.” He ended his sentence with a pinch to your leg. 

“If you don’t get your fucking hands off me I’ll kill you!” You snarled, turning and getting up in Present Mic’s face. The tall blond to your left pulled his hands back, scooting away as Present Mic continued to leer down at you. 

“HAH little girls got some bite, but we already knew that. Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to use that quirk. I’m hurt now! You really would try to kill me huh?” he mocked with a fake pout, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. 

“I’m sure you’ve already realized by now you can’t use your quirk. It wasn’t easy making a device to cancel it out, but thanks to our newest colleague here the hardest part was collecting your DNA and picking what color collar we wanted.” Eraserhead leaned forward, fingers tugging on the collar you only now just realized was around your neck.

You tried to bite him, but he pulled back. If only you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face with a heart attack. Your quirk was the ability to clot blood after all. A handy trick if you found yourself injured, but even more so for killing once you learned how to properly control it. No one really batted an eye at an ischemic stroke due to the clotting of an artery to the brain. Well.. almost nobody.. 

“You have a very impressive ability,” the tall blond stated, “in all honesty we probably wouldn’t have caught on if we hadn’t watched you kill. You’ve induced countless of natural looking deaths, but upon closer inspection you target people whose crimes would have landed them in jail. Noble, but very misguided. You’re pretty reckless though, what if you had gotten hurt?” 

“So fucking what if I did.” You kept your eyes glued to Present Mic as you responded, trusting him a lot less than the man behind you. His eyes narrowed dangerously at your snarky rebuttal.

“Language young lady, and that’s no way to talk! What would compel you to risk your life, why don’t you trust your hero’s more?” 

You clenched your teeth in frustration but didn’t respond. You were done cooperating, not like you were doing much to begin with though.

The scrapping of a metal chair on concrete drew your gaze as Eraserhead stood up. 

“Back up Zashi, I’ll take over from here. Toshinori you’re fine where you are.” 

You couldn’t help but struggle a bit at his words. “What do you mean, what the hell are you going to do!? You insane or something? Just turn me in to the police!”

“You really don't pay attention do you. Hizashi already said you’re not going to the police. I don’t know what skeletons you have in your closet, or why you started killing people, but that will come out in due time. For now you don’t have to kill anymore. The three of us will take care of you, without the law sentencing you to life. We’ve been hunting you down for so long. We’ve been very patient, but right now you need us to help show you what you’ve been missing. Running around all by yourself, you must have been so lonely.” Eraserhead finished up his little spiel as he stalked forwards, looming over your sitting frame. 

“Don’t fucking TOUC-gah!” You had been so focused on Eraserhead’s approach you hadn’t noticed Present Mic coming at you with a gag until it was too late. 

“Yagi already asked you to watch that dirty mouth of yours, don’t worry though babe once you simmer down a bit we’ll take it out.”

“Ple-please Hizashi call me Toshinori we’ve been over this.”

You gave Eraserhead your best glare as he stopped in front of you. He smiled softly at your defiance before wedging his knee in between your legs and slamming his hands onto the couch, caging you in. Wait by show you what you were missing.. these hero's were going to..?

You tried to talk reason, but all that came out were muffled pleas. None of it coherent. 

“We’ve been watching over you for 5 months now kitten. Trying to find the best way to approach you but in the end taking you somewhere safe seemed to be the only logical solution. While getting this house ready for your arrival we all started to feel as if you belonged here all along. I know it’s not fair, we’ve had so much longer to get to know you, but you’ll know us just as well soon enough.”

It was official. These pros had lost their damn minds. They actually figured out how to justify what they were about to do to you. Your promise to only kill criminals was really coming back to bite you on the ass. 

You brought your legs up and tried to kick him off, but were quickly thwarted by two pairs of hands grabbing them and pinning you down. 

“Now now sweetheart none of that, Shouta here is just going to show you our conviction. No one will ever hurt you again now that we are here. Now that I am here” The last part was mumbled more to himself than the group. 

Something must have happened to these men to cause their hero complex to grow into something so twisted. But that was no fucking excuse for their actions. They needed therapy, not someone to play damsel in distress with.

Shouta lowered himself between your legs until he was kneeling on the floor in front of you. You tried to plead with your eyes, beg him to stop, but he met your gaze with something bordering love. That wasn’t good. Breaking eye contact he looked down at your underwear, bringing a hand up you held your breath as he gently brushed against your core. 

“You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this moment. You truly are something special, and yet you treat your life with such little regard it’s maddening.” He trailed his knuckles against the thin fabric as he spoke, your traitorous body sparking heat in your lower abdomen in anticipation. 

Pulling your underwear to the side he slowly began to slide his fingers up and down your progressively wetting folds. 

“Well now, someone secretly enjoyin’ themselves baby,” Hizashi all but purred, his hand squeezing your flesh while his gaze was transfixed on where his partner was violating you. You couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whine. It was absolutely humiliating being spread out before these three men. 

The noises your wet cunt were making were no help to your embarrassment, and they only got worse once the dark haired pro rid you of your last line of defense and began to insert two of his fingers. 

“H-how does she feel?” Toshinori couldn’t help but ask. His face was flushed red, along with the tips of his ears as his vibrant blue eyes watched Shouta’s fingers slowly sink inside you. 

“Tight, shit she’s tight. She’s perfect, so fucking wet for her hero's. I’ll work you open kitten don’t worry.” You couldn’t help but clamp down on his fingers at his words, earning a deep chuckle in response. 

“See now, such a good girl aren’t you. Prison is no place for you kitten, though if you want we can always role-play your wardens.”

Role-play my ass we’re already living it, was all you could think bitterly. 

As if he read your mind Shouta couldn’t help but continue to antagonize you, thumb beginning to make light circles against your clit as he pumped his fingers, adding a third and quickly burying them knuckle deep. Soft whimpers slipped from your mouth as you tried in vain to wiggle away from Eraserhead’s deft fingers. 

Hizashi was getting impatient, removing one of his hands to grasp your breast through the t-shirt you had on. His slim fingers began to pinch and rub your nipple, though his eyes never left your cunt. 

Toshinori was struggling in his own way. Raspy breaths with slight coughs as he grew more and more aroused. He too removed a hand from your leg, but instead made quick work of the zipper on his pants. Taking his semi hard cock in his hand he began gently stroke himself while watching your display. 

You truly were everything they had ever wanted. But you didn’t want this, despite your bodies responses to their ministrations. You could feel it, Shouta seemed to know exactly where to stroke as he worked you up tighter and tighter, velvety walls clamping down at your approaching climax. 

You found each man murmuring their own words of praise, anywhere from “That’s it baby girl, take all of Sho now,” to “Such a perfect princess, do you want to finish?” The man between your legs even adding to the mantra of soft words spoken to you. “So close kitten, see what good girls get. You’re going to cum for me okay?” 

He posed it like a question but you knew it was far from it. It was a statement, a matter of fact statement that you couldn’t deny even if you had tried. Your back arched, moans and mewls intercepted but not completely blocked out by your gag as you rocked against his hand. He gladly continued to finger you, watching as you came down from your high and only then removed his hand. 

You were panting hard, shame quickly washing away the pleasure from your orgasm. Sensing the shift in your demeanor Hizashi was quick to pounce, peppering your face in kisses despite your shifty protests and groans of despair. “None of that now babe, after all we’re just gettin’ this show started!” 

Shouta stood and moved out from between your legs, licking some of your slick off his hand before he wiped the rest on his black pants leg. “You got lube Zashi?” Hizashi paused his attack and shot the dark haired pro a million dollar smile. “You bet our babes cute ass I got it! Lemme find it, hold her Toshi.”

Toshinori floundered a bit, cock in hand as Hizashi shoved you closer to him, before jumping up from the couch. Eyes trailing down to his hand you couldn’t help but freeze in shock. Not only was this man stupid tall, his dick was frighteningly large. The older hero noticed your stare and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at your expression. “Don’t worry princess, Shouta and Hizashi are going to help you today. My sides acting up so I’ll only be watching.” 

As if on cue the man was hit by a coughing fit, and much to your surprise he even coughed up some blood. Eraserhead was still looming over you, leaning over he gently rubbed the older blonds back as he tried to ease him through the pain. You didn’t dare move as all this transpired around you. What good would it have done you anyways? You were effectively quirkiness, and your fighting skills would be severely lacking against the two heroes you knew. You had no idea who this Toshinori guy was, but if he was close to Eraserhead and Present Mic you doubted he was weak. 

You heard Hizashi rummaging behind you through a dresser you hadn’t noticed earlier. Craning your neck, you peered over and cried out in frustration. 

“Tada!” He sung triumphantly, a small bottle of lube in his hand. “Act two can now officially begin!” You could only yell and wiggle about in protest, your arms still tied behind your back. Toshinori’s hand on your thigh moved to gently pat you on the head. 

“Behave now for them okay? If you’re good we can show you the rest of our home after this.” 

You jerked your head out from under his hand and yelled more incoherent nonsense out of frustration. You had expected anger to replace the adoring look in his eyes but you were only met with fond amusement. 

He stood up with a hearty laugh, erection still in hand as he grabbed Shouta’s discarded chair, sitting down facing the couch. Shouta was quick to take Toshinori’s place on the couch while Hizashi took up residence behind you. 

“I have a feelin’ this star ain’t a fan of the spotlight, no need to be camera shy babe.” You watched Shouta roll his eyes at his partner in crime before he began to manhandle you. Hands under your armpits he pulled you up and wrangled you onto your knees facing him on the couch. 

Hizashi slid one knee between your legs so you couldn't close them. Your tied hands couldn’t help but brush up against his clothed hard on, causing him to rut against you a bit in anticipation. 

Without warning he took a solid grip of your t-shirt and ripped it off. You squeaked in surprise, your face heating up as you realized you were the only person fully naked in the room. 

“Was it really necessary to rip my shirt?”

“Sorry about that Toshi! Didn’t want to delay the show with takin’ off her bindings yah dig? You rip them a bunch anyways so what’s another to the pile? But ain’t this just so much better, our baby girl on full display it makes my heart swoon!”

“Just get her ready Hizashi, and no rushing it, you don’t want to hurt her.”

“Aight aight sorry I’ll get to work, you keep her happy.”

Both men moved closer, pressing your body between them. They had propped themselves up on their knees and had you effectively stuck. Shouta gently placed one hand around your neck, giving your collar a tug, while the other trailed down and began to gently work your still wet pussy. 

You stared into his chest, trying your best to space out but jerked back to reality when you heard the pop of a lid behind you. 

“Don’t worry babe I’ll get you ready, I’m somewhat of a pro yah know?” 

That was when you felt his lubed finger gently prodding your other hole. You jolted forwards into Shouta who didn’t even budge in response to your full body weight. Hizashi simply shuffled closer, continuing to push until finally he breached you. You whimpered at the uncomfortable intrusion. 

Shouta's fingers lazily worked your cunt as he rocked his erection against your lower abdomen. Despite the fact that you hated the feeling of his growing arousal you couldn’t help but lean into him to try and get away from Hizashi as he slipped another finger inside. Tears slowly rolled down your face in frustration as the two heroes prepared your body. 

“There we go kitten, you’re doing so well. Just be patient alright and it won’t hurt so bad.” Shouta removed his hand from around your neck and placed it on your head, angling your gaze to the third member of the group you had almost forgotten while pulling you flush to his clothed chest so you couldn’t freely change your field of view. 

Toshinori was leaned back in the metal folding chair, which looked comically small with him sitting on it. His eyes were clouded with lust as he stroked his thick cock. His own pre-cum and spit adding obscene noises to his ministrations. He gave you a lopsided smile as you made eye contact, causing you to quirky avert your gaze. 

By this point Hizashi had worked three fingers knuckle deep into your tight hole, but coupled with Shouta’s work the line between uncomfortable and pleasurable began to mix together. A breathless moan escaped you as the two pros finally got their desired reaction. 

“She’s as good as she’s gonna get Sho, let’s say you and me start the finale I can’t take feelin’ her tight lil hole clamping down on my fingers any longer. Not when I got somethin’ much better for her.”

Your tears flowed a bit faster at your impending fate. This was fucking insane! You might have been a murderer, but you weren't expected to be a good person unlike these men. These heroes who were now violating you.

Since Shouta was in black sweatpants he merely leaned back a bit and pulled them down, cock springing free. He had a solid girth to him, red tip dripping pre down his shaft to his unruly black pubic hair. You heard a zipper behind you as the blond freed himself, though due to being squashed between the two you had no idea what to prepare for. 

Hizashi hummed in contemplation at your tied hands, currently in the way of his objective. “Bonds might have to go Sho, you get her hands?” The sleepy hero merely nodded grasping your wrists as Hizashi swiftly untied them. 

“Ready now primadonna?”

“Ha ha you’re soo funny Sho... but yes, shit, I’m fucking ready.”

You kept quiet this time, head pressed against Shouta’s chest as you listened to his rapidly beating heart. You gave one last pleading look to the lean blond watching intently from the sideline, but all he did was shrug his shoulders with a small smile on his face. 

“You’re going to do great princess don’t worry.” 

You felt the tips of each man at their respective entrance, Shouta's teasing your soaking cunt while Hizashi lightly probed your lubed ass. You closed your eyes and accepted defeat. They gently began to rut their hips, cocks sinking deeper with each thrust. You felt uncomfortably full as they breached you. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck I can feel you through her.” The blond quickly grabbed your breasts, tweaking your nipples like he had earlier. 

“Easy does it kitten, we got you,” Shouta groaned out. 

You weren’t a fan of Hizashi behind you, rocking forward into Shouta as they continued to fuck into you. He squeezed down on your wrists in warning, hot breath fanning the top of your head. It didn’t take much longer before they both had finally bottomed out. You groaned in distress while they groaned in bliss. 

“I’ve got her wrists you help her out alright, and take it easy.”

“Sheesh I heard yah the first time, I’ll help our lil girl out.”

Hizashi snaked a hand in between you and Shouta, finding your clit. 

They both continued fucking into you, Hizashi matching Shouta’s pace as they stimulated your body. You were angry, humiliated, and yet somehow you were so turned on it was embarrassing. You should be thrashing about, snarling into your gag, but instead all you could do was rock your body to their salacious tempo. 

Peeking your eyes open at a particularly hard thrust from Hizashi you saw Toshinori on the edge of the chair. You could just barely make out his raspy breaths and small moans over Shouta and Hizashi’s groaning. His brilliant blue eyes bore into your own. One of his hands worked his long shaft while the other was death gripping his clothed thigh. It almost looked as if steam was pouring off of him. Was he always that muscular?

You didn’t have long to contemplate Toshinori though, with a pinch to your clit Hizashi made sure to regain your attention. He had picked up his pace, throwing Shouta a bit off balance. He leaned down sucking and biting at your neck while rolling your perky nipple. Shouta felt your velvety walls clamp down around his cock, picking up his tempo to match Hizashi’s.

By now you were a mess. Traitorous moans fumbling from your mouth as the two heroes played your body. They had picked up an alternating tempo, never leaving you without a cock inside your body. The pleasure had you throwing your head back, leaving your neck exposed and making room for Shouta to join Hizashi in leaving little claiming bites all along your delicate skin. 

“She’s getting close Hizashi, we’re gonna fuck her through it alright?”

The blond pro behind you only moaned out something that sounded vaguely affirmative, eager to feel your tight walls clamp down on him. 

You were beyond fighting them, on the brink of orgasm all it took was one pointed thrust from Shouta to have you crumbling apart. You pushed back into Hizashi’s chest, his t-shirt sticking to your sweat soaked skin as you clamped down on both of them. Hizashi moaned into your neck, his quirk picking up a bit as he lost his composure. Shouta had released your hands, ripping off your gag so he could grab your face and crash his mouth to yours, swallowing your moans as your newly freed hands grabbed fist fulls of his shirt to stabilize yourself. 

As stated they continued fucking into you, dragging out your orgasm as your walls spasmed around them. Shouta’s tongue delved into your mouth, his own deep moans rumbling into you. 

“Go-gonna fuckin’ cum Sho, n- not much longer.”

In response Eraserhead reached behind you, grabbing a fist full of the blonds hair and giving it a firm tug which was enough to push him over the edge. 

“Sh-shit,” he wheezed, hips stilling as his cum filled your sore ass. “You fu- you fucking dirty cheater makin’ me finish first like that.” In kind Hizashi grabbed some of Shouta’s hair, pulling his mouth away from yours and up to his own. 

“Go ahead and cum in her Sho you know you want to,” Hizashi taunted between kisses. The familiar sound of metal against concrete drew your gaze as the all too familiar symbol of peace stood at his full height. Holy fucking shit it was All Might. 

The two pros ignored his approach, Shouta’s hips becoming a bit more deranged as he fucked into you. All Might reached in between the two and gripped your lower jaw, dazzling smile almost blinding you.

“Be a good girl now and open for me, you don’t have to swallow it all but I’d appreciate the effort.” He didn’t leave you with much of a choice finding it impossible to close your mouth with his grip, which at this point was very sore from the gag. The tip of his large member gently brushed against your lips as he shuttered at the feeling of your soft flesh. 

By this point Shouta was thrusting aggressively against your battered cervix, mouth locked with Hizahi’s as he finally reached his own release. His hips stuttered as warmth filled your cunt. 

Now all that was left was All Might. Your jaw strained to accommodate him, but he seemed to be more than aware of your limitations. He simply pushed the tip in, one hand stroking his shaft while the other gently pet your head. 

“So pretty,” he cooed down at you. “Just like that princess, I’m gonna cum now okay?” 

You simply kept your mouth open, tongue flat against the underside of his still cock as his cum filled your mouth. The bitter taste made you sputter, cum running down your chin as more took its place. After a couple more spurts he gently pulled away, some of the bitter substance sliding down your throat while the majority ended up down your chin and onto the couch below. 

All four of you were panting, frozen in time until finally All Might disappeared in a large cloud of smoke. The man you had originally believed to be some unknown hero named Toshinori now stood in his place, shyly looking down at you. 

“I guess that’s one way to show her huh big guy.” Hizashi jested. 

“I-I know probably not the most ideal but I couldn’t help myself,” he murmured a bit embarrassed. 

Hizashi and Shouta pulled out, their cum immediately running down your legs causing you to cringe a bit at the sensation. 

“You guys.. fucking suck.” was all you could think of at the moment. You waited for the rage, for them to berate or attack you, but instead all that met you was a chorus of soft chuckles.

“Figured you wouldn’t be easy to convince kitten, but don’t worry. Between the three of us you’ll come around.” 

These three men must have some thick fucking skulls to dismiss you so casually, that or their obsession was a lot deeper than you could even begin to comprehend. 

“Some fucking heroes you are,” you grumbled lowly.

“Some fuckin’ heroes we are indeed cutie! HAH get it? Cause we just fucked yah?” Hizashi laughed at his own joke while Toshinori and Shouta groaned. 

“Alright don’t make me gag you next, let’s just get everybody upstairs and clean up. We’ll do the house tour later kitten, for now we’ll just show you to your room.”