#stats need a control group

[anachronic-cobra]

For people FROM the United States, can you tell American accents apart?

(Accents are grouped by how I most often see them divided, each contains many more specific accents)

[rinky-dinky-dink]

Star Sanses But There's More Of Them

Figured I would make a sort of master post for my Star Sanses interpretation! This is just an idea I'm playing around with, I don't plan on making a proper storyline for them at the moment. Just me exploring characters!

Long post ahead-

General:

All five members have star badges, per Blue's insistence ("So they look more like a team!" Ink liked the idea of them all sharing a design element, and Sugarplum thought the idea was fun, so Dream and Red were outvoted). The badges are equippable items to give each member a bit of a boost in combat (exact stats have yet to be decided).

Combat:

The five of them end up a pretty efficient team in fights, especially against Nightmare's Gang (plus Error sometimes). Even when Dream is occupied fully with Nightmare, and Ink's attention is on Error - Blue, Red, and Sugarplum manage to hold their own even as incodes. Combat roles (per the rules of DnD, for no real reason) are as follows:

Dream is the leader, he maintains party focus and morale, and generally decides the strategy going into a fight. His ability to sense the feelings of others allows him to monitor his teammates even during combat, so he can call for a retreat if necessary. (Switches to/also serves controller role, when needed.)

Ink is the group's striker, he's fast and he hits hard with precision, but it can be difficult for him to focus on more than one enemy at a time. Stays up close to the opponents, falls back behind the others on occasion to refill his paints or regain his bearings. (When fully necessary, he can use his brush to take broader strokes and serve as controller with color coded AoE attacks. Can serve as leader in extremely rare situations, but that's not nearly as fun, so he's content to let Dream do it.)

Blue is the defender, he's the tankiest of the group despite his shorter stature. He has the highest base defense of the group's three incodes, since he's essentially a Papyrus. Not much aggression in combat, preferring to help cover the others as they attack. (Can switch to striker role, if necessary.)

Red is the controller of the group, his bones and blasters let him cover a wide area from a safer distance. His stats still aren't great, so he hangs back from up close combat, and relies on Blue to help maintain the distance, especially when he gets tired and needs a bit of time to recover.

Sugarplum is also a controller, technically speaking. He focuses less on direct combat and more on effects, usually ACTing to lower an opponent's AT, DF, or speed. He also hangs back from direct fighting most of the time, and heals the others (mostly Blue) when their HP gets too low.

General Team Dynamics:

Dream: The leader of the group, as agreed by everyone else. He's friendly and easy to get along with, so he serves as a good "face" for the team. (Ink also thinks Dream having his own "gang" is a fun parallel to Nightmare!) Keeps the group on track when on missions, when the others' antics (affectionate) threaten to veer them off course. He's nervous about the responsibility this sort of role comes with, and whether or not his aura is skewing his teammates' evaluation of him as a leader, but he's determined to do his best.

Ink: Local menace. Bastard. Usually the cause/intigator of the team's distractions. Here to have a good time, occasionally at the expense of others. Sends cursed memes to the team groupchat at 3am. Luckily the others don't mind his sense of humor (Red thinks he's funny as hell sometimes), and Blue's general enthusiasm usually just serves as fuel to his fire. Will randomly give his teammates a thoughtful gift (a trinket he found somewhere that reminded him of them), and then steal food off their plate before they can say "thank you." Overall he's having a good time, and the others have just accepted this weird eldritch paint skeleton on their team.

Blue: Underswap Sans! As peppy as ever, always there to cheer on his friends and tell them he believes in them. Tends to get caught up in his own excitement sometimes, but means well! His ability to befriend even the more hostile residents of the multiverse makes him the glue of the team, keeping everyone together and on the same page even when Dream and Ink argue, or Red is a bit too abraisive. Since being exposed to the multiverse and joining the team, he's changed his focus from being a royal guard back home, to being a hero alongside his friends. There are people to be helped, and he's found the recognition he's always wanted but couldn't quite achieve back home. He's still technically a sentry back in Snowdin, and still has to return relatively frequently to keep the whole multiverse thing under wraps, but his brother helps cover for his absence. (Papyrus isn't super fond of the whole concept, especially not Ink, but he supports his brother 100%.)

Red: Underfell Sans! The designated grump of the group, he still hasn't really shaken off the defensive habits he learned from back home. The "tough guy" of the Stars, he's generally not a bad guy once you get past that wall he keeps up. Is steadily improving, unlearning a lifetime of defensiveness and distrust is difficult. (His jacket is heavy, and he would drop it over a teammate's shoulders in lieu of a weighted blanket if they needed it though. Just don't go spreading those kinds of rumors about him.) Has not told his brother about his multiverse-hopping escapades with the other Stars, partially out of worry that his universe will start bleeding out into more peaceful ones. He's dodging that particular conversation with everything he has.

Sugarplum: Underlust Sans! Doesn't really live in his own universe anymore, spends 99% of his time in the Omega Timeline. Doesn't like to talk about his universe, dodges any questions in relation to it (luckily in multiversal etiquette it's considered rude to ask questions about someone's universe, unless invited to do so). Didn't start out as much of a fighter, and still doesn't quite match up to the other Stars, but he can hold his own in a pinch. All the fighting and training and running around burns energy, which helps keep his soul from acting up. Wine aunt energy, always up to date on drama in the OT. Generally pretty chill, with an easygoing attitude that lets him help Blue smooth things over when conflicts arise in the team. Drinking buddies with Red, can relate to having a messed up universe he'd rather not discuss.

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Dream -> @/jokublog Ink -> @/comyet Blue -> @/popcornpr1nce Red -> @/underfell Sugarplum -> @/nsfwshamecave

[misahyochaeng]

“C'est la vie”

Jihyo x Fem!reader.

Chapter 1-(?)

Other chapters here:

tw: angst, cursing, mentions of violence, NOT PROOFREAD.

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Jihyo tapped her pen on her dark colored meeting table, she had her legs cross as she analyzed the company stat numbers on her file paper.

She found herself at a high-stakes meeting about the company’s flagship luxury brand. The company in financial trouble due to increasing competition, declining market share, and a terrible PR scandal that left the whole company in practical shambles.

She radiated authority, control, that’s all she needed—all she wanted in life, she bit on her customized pen as she stared at her workers who had fear in their faces. Almost like a bomb was about to go off in seconds, one of them spoke up.

“Ma-Ma’am, last quarter's revenue dropped 15%. At this rate, we won’t make it through the next fiscal year without drastic measures." they stammered, fiddling with their note pages and scribbling down rather stressfully, trying to scan Jihyo’s face for any sign of approval.

“Stop staring” she bit back at the worker “S-sorry ma’am..” they jolted as they put their head down in shame, shoulders hung low. “We’ll cut back on unnecessary expenditures. Focus on high-margin products and reduce reliance on underperforming lines.”

Yoo Jeongyeon, a close friend and other worker in the meeting stood up, a bit of authority in her words; she knew Jihyo, she knew how important the company was for her and how stubborn she was— she retorted in a scolding tone. “That’s not enough, Jihyo. The competition is eating into our market share. Investors want results.” she stared into her eyes, Jihyo’s darkened and narrowed, her patience was wearing thin.

Jihyo cursed under her breath, taking a heavy sigh before speaking up. “Then we remind the market who we are. Revamp the flagship brand. Launch a bold campaign that no one can ignore. If we can dominate the luxury sector again, we’ll be sure to pull through”— she bit the inside of her cheek.

Another worker interrupted, Sana, the company manager, almost like a relative to Jihyo, “How do you plan to finance this ‘bold campaign’? The bank rejected our last request for additional credit.” she used air quotes.

Jihyo clenched her fist, gritting her teeth as she spoke up, voice husky with annoyance. “Fucks sake, we don’t need them. I’ll negotiate with new partners.” her pen snapped lightly from the tight grip she had on it, the ink bleeding into her palm.

That’s when someone slammed the door open, “Jihyo-ssi… about that,” her mother walked in the room, the atmosphere growing even more tense. “What the hell are you doing here” Jihyo uttered with resentment “Have you been overhearing this entire conversation? This is none of your business.”

Her mother slid a file to her end of the table, “That’s not the point. I want to talk to you about that... There’s an alternative. We’ve been in talks with the Beaumont Group.” Jihyo’s eyes widened, she tried maintaining her compuse, not allowing herself to be vulnerable infront of anyone.

“The Beaumont Group? The one we've been competing with for years?” Jihyo’s eyes widened as she closed herself off more, the pen still staining her hand—a quiet mark of the decisions she could no longer avoid.

“They’re willing to partner with us... under one condition.” Her mother took off her sunglasses, i look of worry and slight guilt in her eyes, Jihyo knew something was off. “And what’s that?” her eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.

Her mother hesitated. "A marriage. Between you and Y/N Beaumont. It’s non-negotiable."

Jihyo stood up abruptly, the disgusting name leaving her mother’s mouth was her last straw, and knowing she’d had to marry that putrid woman made her blood run warm, the pen finally snapping in half, it fell to the floor. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding. You want me to marry someone for the sake of this company?!”

“This isn’t just about you, Jihyo. It’s about saving what your family built” Jihyo’s mother muttered, this time more sternly.

Jihyo sighed, her coworkers stared at the commotion in fear.

“Get out.” she mumbled as everyone stood still.

“Get the fuck out!” everyone picked their bags in a rush as the room fell empty little by little. Jihyo’s mother sat down next to her

“Listen to me…”

—

Three clicks of a camera.

Multiple flashes.

“Y/N over here!”

“Move your hands more to the side”

“Perfect!”

“You’re so beautiful, Ms. Beaumont! A true doll!”

You smiled, moving to your best angle, adjusting your head and giving a picture perfect smile.

“That’s it, Y/N! Hold that pose—turn your head slightly to the left. Perfect. You’re killing it!”

You shifted effortlessly, your chin tilting just enough to elongate your neck, the corners of your lips curling into a knowing smile. You knew you were untouchable—at least, you liked to think so.

From the corner of the studio, your manager—and childhood friend—, Momo, approached hesitantly, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The lines of worry etched on her face stood in stark contrast to the polished, almost ethereal scene before her. “Love, we need to talk, it’s important.”

You didn’t flinch. Eyes stayed locked on the camera as if her voice had no place in your world, “Momo, dear, can’t you see i’m a bit busy right now? Unless it’s about booking Paris, it can wait.” you said inbetween your smile.

“This can’t wait, Y/N-ie.”

The photographer lowered his camera, a hint of irritation crossing his face. "Can we get five minutes? You’re ruining the shot here, ass-face.”

“First of all, who are you calling Ass-Face?! It better not be her cause the only ass-face you’re getting is yours when you see your paycheck after this shoot, cock sucker.” You exhaled sharply, the sound of your frustration cutting through the studio hum. With a flick of the wrist, you waved off the crew and turned on your heels, the hem of your gown trailing behind you like a stormcloud.

"Fine. Five minutes, Momoring, what is it?."

You said as to stepped off the set, towering in stilettos, every inch of you still radiating the effortless control of a goddess. Yet, as you faced Momo, the faintest flicker of annoyance darkened your expression.

Momo hesitated, looking anywhere but directly at you. She ran a hand through her hair, the tension palpable. "Your parents have been in talks with the Park Family. They’ve come up with a... plan to strengthen both families’ positions."

Your eyebrows furrowed together, “What kind of plan..” a pit grew in your stomach as your anxiety grew. “An arranged marriage. To Park Jihyo."

For a moment, you blankly stared, the words sinking in like a hollow stone dropped into a body of water. Then, you laughed—a sharp, bitter sound that cut through the studio like glass shattering. "You’re joking, Momoring. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard." you slapped her shoulder playfully.

Momo didn’t laugh.

"You’ve met Jihyo before. At the charity gala last year."

Your laugh cut off abruptly. Eyes narrowing as the memory surfaced—Jihyo, stiff as a board, barely speaking, radiating cold disinterest; that was until the most expensive luxury piece of her brand snapped off your neck, falling to the floor and shattering in pieces. The argument you had blared your ears, and tears swelled in your eyes as you thought about it again.

"Oh, that Jihyo. The one who spent the whole night glaring at their phone and avoiding eye contact, until i ‘broke’ her shitty brand necklace!? You’re telling me I’m supposed to marry them? I didn’t even fucking break it!!" Your voice cracked slightly at the end, the weight of the word "marry" pressed down on you like a stone.

Momo tried to speak up, a hand caressing your side to comfort you, "I know this isn’t what you want, but—"

"What I want? You think I want any part of this? I don’t even know them, Momo!"

You ran a hand through your perfectly styled hair, disheveling it slightly. The gesture was so uncharacteristic of you that even Momo looked startled.

"Y/N, this is bigger than you. It’s about your family, your legacy—"

You pulled Momo close, going to whisper in her ear, voice breaking slightly, "It’s always about them, isn’t it?" Your shoulders sagged, the fight draining out your body. For once, you didn’t have a quick retort or biting comment. You looked down at your shaky hands, noticing the faint smudges of makeup from touching your face, you wiped them on your gown without caring.

"I need a minute." Without waiting for a response, you turned and walked back to the set. The photographer called out to you, but his voice barely registered. You slipped back into position, forcing a smile onto your face. The camera flashed, capturing her perfection.

But in that moment, you felt anything but perfect.

[sethdomain]

more about the guys and special stats in read more

c!tommy

Member of the Republic of L'manburg, he quickly soared in rank and instantly became Wilbur right hand man and a commander in the ranks.

Wilbur really favored him and this caused a bit resentment growing toward Tommy because the member viewed his rise as 'unfair'

Strenght-> 5 -Average Joe / idk i think he would be normal

Perception-> 9 - Sniper Hawk/ He would be very very aware, because this bitch will literally die if his perception is so as much as lower than he is rn

endurance-> 7 -Tough as nail/ He was carrying Dream shit and run around across the desert

Charisma->6 -cheery salesman/ dude literally copied schlatt

Intellegent-> 4 -Knuckle head/ He is a bit dense sometimes and would made stupid decision without thinking through it(he made this often and still will not learn bruh)

Agility-> 6 -catlike/ I'd say with his built he have to adapt to a more lithe like base moveset

Luck-> 1- 13 pitch-black cats/ ironically, being alive gotta count as 10 luck but no. He literally almost die 24/7 i think dead itself might be a sparing from the current predicament he's being ensnared in contstantly, so dead would be considered a luck in itself /jokes.

C!Wilbur

The leader of L'manburg, an incredibly charismatic guy who managed to band together a set of people that supports his goals.

Strenght-> 4 -Lightweight/ I think wilbur dont do much in term of doing the heavy stuff, he just order people to be doing those

Perception-> 3 -Squinting Newt/ this guy doesn't gaf, he thinks he's invisible because he constantly has bodyguard looming over him and he tends to not be in the danger zone much

Endurance-> 2- Crumbly/Bitch need to run

Charistma-> 10-Cult Leader/ He literally managed to convince people to support L'manburg, which i remind you in this au is a shittier NCR

Intellegent-> 7-Know it all/ I would say he probably knows a little about medicine and weaponsmith, he's also very emotionally intellect

Agility-> 5-under control/ normal

Luck-> 9-21 leaf clover/ this guy is so fucking lucky and yet he doesn't appreciates it

these next session wont be as detailed cuz im yawnin g n tired

C!Dream

Leader of the Dream Legion, A group with the desire to end the suffering of the esempi wasteland.

Strenght-> 7 -Beach bully

Perception-> 7 -Big eyed Tiger

Endurance-> 7 -Tough as nail

Charisma-> 3 -Creepy undertaker

Intellgent-> 6 -Gifted

Agility-> 9-Knife Catcher

Luck-> 10-Two-Headed Coin Flip

C!Fundy

Member of L'manburg Wilbur son, ex-right hand man

S=5

P=6

E=4

C=5

I=9

A=6

L=4

C!Sapnap

One of Dream trusted men, he was a brotherhood Knight but joined Dream once he learn about his whereabout

S=8

P=4

E=8

C=6

I=3

A=3

L=7

C!Niki

Member of L'manburg, was a freesider but joined L'manburg with wilbur persuasion. She works as a medic and gunsmithing

S=5

P=8

E=3

C=7

I=7

A=6

L=7

C!Quackity

Schlatt fucking overworked casino worker he handles all his paperwork and feuds

S=1

P=2

E=4

C=9

I=8

A=7

L=8

C!Schlatt

control the monopoly in the las nevadas district

S=7

P=1

E=7

C=10

I=5

A=3

L=8

[olomaya]

Oops! All Updates (and Fixes)!

I've got a bunch of fixes and updates to some of my older mods and I decided to release them all in a batch. Please read below for the details to see what has been changed and then links to the files to redownload and replace in your game.

If this is your first time downloading, obviously you'll need to download everything and you should read the original post for more information.

As always, let me know if any issues and enjoy!

Voidcritters Mod

Fixed Read Card Stats animation

Added a new interaction to allow your sims to talk about and compare their cards. Sims will build relationship, gain skill and train their critters a little as well (the cards will vibrate as the critters train up)

Giving a rare or limited edition card to another Sim will yield a higher relationship boost.

Previously there was no way to get all 22 cards in the game as you only get one of the two Limited Edition cards. I've fixed that by adding the chance to also get Limited Edition cards by reading a Voidcritters comic book. There's a 25% chance if you have less than level 8 skill and 45% if 8 or higher.

Now that Sims can collect all cards, I've added a new skill opportunity. Sims that collect all the cards will get the Critter Collector reward and going forward their cards will be worth more.

Download MAIN file here and updated card file here

Student Council Mod

The Collect Signatures interaction now has a more appropriate animation of a sim collecting signatures

Increased the chances that more inactive council members will autonomously raise funds and collect signatures

The campaign tracker will no longer show blank information after you've closed out and restarted the game

All campaign icons will now show up in the notifications

Fixed an issue where the Sim would reset when submitting signatures for the Teacher Pay school campaign

Reduced the skilling level for council roles while at the afterschool activity

Download updated MAIN here

Hang Out Mod

Children and teens can now hang out in groups. Simply click on one of the two Sims hanging out and select “Hang Out with X and his/her friends” (you need to have LTR 30 or higher)

A child or a teen hanging out can also invite another friend to join them

I think you can have up to 8 Sims given that I have 7 in the photo and there's still room.

Added liking VFX and speech bubbles when hanging out

Download here (all ages version here)

Washer+Dryer Combo

I created a new mesh for the washer/dryer so it slots under the counter like dishwashers and trash compactors.

Added a stacked washer/dryer tower. This still uses the same script as the single appliance so you can’t run the washer and the dryer at the same time. 

Changed out the pod and detergent box meshes

Important: If you have the old version, you need to replace with this or remove it. You can't have both the old version and this one in your game or it will CTD. Also, the script is in the Combo file so you still need to download both if you only want the stacked tower version.

Download here (stacked version here)

Private Clinic (BASE)

The clinic controller will now push Sims that have certain traits as well, such as Neurotic, Commitment Issues, Insane, Hotheaded, etc.

Once pushed to the clinic, Sims will find a chair to sit in and then wait for an hour to be seen by a doctor. After an hour, they will stop waiting with an annoyed message (you can still see them though).

Waiting patients now identified with a custom headline effect

Prenatal vitamins no longer have a weight loss effect (as I'm putting a similar feature in the breastfeeding aspect of the obgym module, it's not needed here)

Updated the Buy and Sell Pills animations

Updated the comically large horsepill mesh to make it smaller and more realistic. The animation has been updated as well

Updated the write prescription animation

Updated the apply ointment animation

Download updated MAIN here

Private Clinic - Psychiatry

Updated the therapist session animations – therapist will now take more notes to jot down how crazy you are

Updated the patient records layout to avoid text overflow

Sims can now do their coping mechanisms (breathing exercises and mindfulness) while sitting

Important: You need to download the updated Private Clinic MAIN file above as well if you download this

Download updated MAIN here

Disclaimer: My CAS cc for this world was not loaded. I am not responsible for any of these Sims' outfit choices.

[gold-rhine]

finally had time to play archon quest, and it was really good! SPOILERS for 5.1.

the obvious standout was the war section, it really surprised me bc i dont remember invasion even in like srs business games like dai, bg3, wotr, etc that had so effectively impacted the fear, tragedy, hectic battlefield, feeling helpless at the scale of it. maybe mass effect 3, but they ruined it in other ways.

usually its like. there are groups of enemies all around the map, the npcs are running around and you save them, yeah there are a lot of corpses, but it doesnt feel that meaningful bc there are corpses around all the time anyway in these kinds of games, and you just move from one group of enemies to another, clearing the map. if there are checks of where you went first to see who survives, it can be even worse bc then you will have players make very specific step by step checklists and find any exploits that detail which is the optimal order of doing things so you save whoever you want, with best loot. so it ends up feeling very detached, bc you sit there with wiki open on another screen, weighing costs and benefits. even if you don't, the usual reload and the set events and *how* players moves around the map give much sense of control, you know you can get best outcome if you wanted and you have your priorities.

but here, first of all, you have an option to choose where to move, but it will move time, so you can't just clear the entire map. and the fact that the "missions" do not have playable characters you already know at stake and instead have npcs you don't know at the beginning ends up working better, at least for me, bc choosing where to go next is not just benefit analysis bc you get best loot or get to save your pookie. instead its a choice between options which are equal to you as a player, so it feels like making personal decision instead of just optimizing in-game strats. and so then when you see the missions you didn't go to turn dead or even go here and everyone is already gone, it just hits different. so the lack of prior information or any worldstate checks ended up working much better, at least for me, to make this an emotional decision instead of rational calculation, and so it affects emotions first.

how they used UI to subvert expectations is also insane, like you see that stat screen of percentages of abyss corruption and so on and you're like oh, i know how it works, its bad now, but i will be clearing the map and it will get better :) and then it keeps getting WORSE and WORSE, instead of doing lil completionist clear of all "!" marks on the map, they go dead, map gets swallowed by the abyss fog, it really feels like chaotic dashing between whatever points left and feeling relief when you see at least *someone* survived at the next one. incredible use of the medium in a way only video games can accomplish to build dread and anxiety.

special shoutout to paimoin's voice actress, i was always saying its not her fault paimon is annoying, its direction, and now she *finally* was given material to work with and she fucking CRUSHED it. like, when we find a baby saurian who is a sole survivor hiding, with corpses of its family all around, and paimon tries to cheer it up and direct it to the safety, her voice is tangibly wavering and filled with tears, but she's trying to keep it together bc she needs to encourage baby saurian, despite knowing we don't have time to stay with him and so we don't now if he'll survive?? insane. brilliant performance. and then when we fly next to the canopy tried, visibly overtaken by abyss, and paimon cries out, a single shuddering cry, half-choked and distressed, instead of going "oh no, it looks like abyss has taken over canopy tribe! thats bad!" like writers usually have her talk. and then when after a pause she quietly says that this war might be too much for paimon, and traveler encourages her and she rallies back, like that lil scene made me like paimon and believe in their friendship more than literal years of her incessant yapping and looking into camera going "we're the bestest friends!"

but also the fact that you can get to know the NPCs you managed to save, and meet them again, they have their own lil storylines, their own optional checks which are not forced on you, but if you do manage to help them , you get to meet them back in safety and it feels so good, gives players enough feeling of agency that your actions DO matter. very good handling of scales, the grand country wide invasion swallowing entire map in despair vs personal, individual level victories. you save whoever you can and every life is equally precious.

[virginburial]

can you write sth about ethan x reader where she gives him his first blowjob as a thank you for tutoring her? like she’s flirting with him all the time and he stares at her a lot so she suggests it and he’s so nervous but agrees

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ virgin Ethan getting head? sigh, I'm so touch starved and lonely I need another boyfriend (chad meeks martin).

Ethan Landry CD mix!       .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

"I only needed this class 'cus it's a prerequisite for the program I'm going into, but I think I truly got it now." you beam from ear to ear. Ethan and you were studying together since your entire friend group decided to take statistics together. now, it was thirty minutes until the library shuts for the day and the study group ended hours ago. Ethan was kind enough to explain graphs for two hours to you, but you couldn't help but feel his eyes burn into yours, or stare directly into your chest before he pretends to look at the ground.

you weren't oblivious to how much Ethan stared at your cleavage, or how much he stared at you in general. so you decided to toy with him a little. "thanks so much for the help, Landry. I know I wasted your evening-" "-no, don't mention it, y/n." he softly smiled. "it's the least I can do, if one of us fails, all of us fail." he chirped.

"How can I make it up to you?"

"maybe by passing stats."

you giggle softly, seeing his smile widen as your hand slowly goes to his knees. "I meant more like...how can I make it up to you now?" you bat your lashes. seeing blush spread across his cheeks and onto the tips of his ears told you everything you needed to know. it took a few questions; "what if someone sees us-?" "-the library is closing soon." "do you like me-?" "-I dunno, do you like me?" "This is not how I imagined this going-" "-awh, you imagined it?" it was a small back and forth that resulted in you dropping on your knees, going under the table, and palming a nervous Ethan, who was relaxing into your touch but shaking with anxiety.

you were losing time, seeing the clock's hands move closer and closer to the closing time as you stripped Ethan of his pants; having them cuffed around his ankles. he was nervously looking around, looking out for nosy librarians and unsuspecting bookworms as you slowly slip his cock out from his boxers. the skin on skin contact made him gasp, covering his mouth with his hand as he looked under the table. "oh fuck..." he softly whimpered out as his hand snuck down to your wrist, trying to control the pace.

your lips grazed his tip before sucking him down, and his reaction to everything made you so wet. he was so innocent when it came to these kinds of things, you wondered if this was his first blowjob. his breathing was so heavy but quiet, and his thighs tensed up with pleasure as he grabbed a chunk of your hair. soft moans crept from the cracks in his hands as he forced himself quiet. "t-this feels so-so good...you feel s-so good..." he mumbles softly as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.

your eyes looked up at him with lust as his cock twitched against your tongue. he was so sensitive, his chest starting to rise up and doing as you moved your lips against his shaft. you could see him sliding down the chair, unintentionally stuffing more and more of his cock in your mouth as saliva hit the carpet under the both of you. "such a sweet thing, using your pretty little lips like that..." he huffed out in a whisper, accidentally letting out a soft moan (before hearing a SHHHH from across the library cus lol)

his tip was starting to hit the back of your throat, seeing his hips jerk and small whimpers spill out of him like water. there was no point in hiding how good you were making him feel, he couldn't help the amount of pleasure he was feeling. "m-more..." he croaked out as a faint whine left him. if he wasn't looking so damn cute, pretending he was reading Webster's Dictionary, then maybe you could've pulled away for a quick kiss; instead, you picked up the pace.

Ethan melted more and more, a small hiss left him as he started bucking his hips uncontrollably (he was so lucky the library was practically empty because he looked like he was seizing up in his seat). his heavy breaths began to pollute the air as he shuddered, his jaw slacked from pleasure as his cock started jamming into your tight throat. you, the perfect angle you are, sucking your cheeks and feeling the back of your throat tighten from pressure, as a loud, low, sorta-growl-of-a-moan came out of him. cum runs down your throat as a shaky sigh leaves him speechless, he looks so damn cute blushing over how you violently sucked him off in the library. he wasn't expecting it to be so satisfying.

"fuck...I gotta tutor you more..."

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buy me a coffee ૮⸝⸝> ̫ >⸝ ა

[venusvity]

WHIPLASH is the 12th mini album of the Fictional South Korean girl group VENUS. The mini-album was released on November 11th, 2024, and features seven songs, including the title track, WHIPLASH.

On the day of the album's official release, "who tf is that" began trending on Twitter due to the mysterious woman on the album cover. No one could figure out who it was despite Constellations doing their best to figure out who was on the front of a VENUS album.

"It's all our faces mixed together! Those are my lips, Jiah's nose, Chloe's eyes, and Baebi's eyebrows! She's literally Venus. Isn't that so cool?" Sena would go on to explain at one of their ten fan meetings for the era. Constellations, amused by this, would go on to trend "#VenusIsFiveAgain," though none of the girls would acknowledge this.

The WHIPLASH era was defined by Tiktoks, high-energy award show performances, and damage control because of the Mydol Internal Documents Leaks.

WHIPLASH 〖TITLE TRACK〗 PRODUCED BY TSUISON with LYRICS BY JIAHRAE & CHLOE

ICEE PRODUCED BY FINN LEE with LYRICS BY BAEBI

TASTE IT PRODUCED BY DREW with LYRICS BY S3N4

DIV4S PRODUCED BY TSUISON with LYRICS BY S3N4

HOLY MOLY PRODUCED BY JEAN.J with LYRICS BY JIAHRAE

DOUBLE TAP PRODUCED BY AP3 with LYRICS BY S3N4

SUGAR KISSES PRODUCED BY FINN LEE with LYRICS BY CHLOE & BAEBI

NEED TO VISUALIZE? WATCH THE TRACKSAMPLER HERE. ARTISTS FEATURED CAN BE FOUND AT @bluwavez + @snobish + @hearthr0b + @hjnxx

OUTFITS AND MAKEUP DESIGNED BY MYDOL ENTERTAINMENT.

WHIPLASH would have a shorter promotional period than usual for a Mydol group, only promoting for four weeks instead of the usual six.

YOU WANT THE STATS?

#1 Bugs (DEBUT + PEAK) WHIPLASH WOULD REMAIN AT #1 FOR 12 WEEKS #3 MelOn (DEBUT + PEAK) WHIPLASH WOULD REMAIN AT #3 FOR 14 WEEKS #1 FLO (DEBUT + PEAK) WHIPLASH WOULD REMAIN AT #1 FOR 7 WEEKS #2 Genie (DEBUT + PEAK) WHIPLASH WOULD REMAIN AT #2 FOR 16 WEEKS

Music Bank: 🏆🏆🏆 (3 MUSIC SHOW TROPHIES) The Show: 🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆(5 MUSIC SHOW TROPHIES) Inkigayo: 🏆🏆(2 MUSIC SHOW TROPHIES) Show Champion: 🏆🏆🏆🏆(4 MUSIC SHOW TROPHIES) M Countdown: 🏆🏆🏆(3 MUSIC SHOW TROPHIES)

TOTAL MUSIC SHOW WINS ... 17 MUSIC SHOW WINS !

TAKE A SCREENSHOT FOR YOUR WHIPLASH PHOTOCARDS!

STREAM WHIPLASH.

[takingchences]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏𝟗

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

I just imagine Bakugou pulling a Maddy Perez when faced with a closed door ☠️

series masterlist + my masterlist

Apparently, Mirko wanting to fight you should be considered a compliment, like how Eijiro calls people he admires manly. It meant she viewed you as a strong, worthy opponent.

"I'm... flattered?" Sana had responded with a confused smile.

"You have until the end of the week to put me on my ass, newbie. Don't hold back... because I sure as Hell won't." Until the time came for their medieval dual to the death, they would spar and train together in Best Jeanist's state of the art gym.

After that bizarre declaration, Sana knew that there wouldn't be any dull moments while interning with Mirko. And she'd be correct. That same day, Mirko taunted a group of gangsters into taking her on while Sana kept the civilians at a safe distance. When the police arrived on the scene minutes later, the five burly men were laying in an unconscious pile at Mirko's feet.

The rabbit hero was a powerhouse in her own right. Her quirk wasn't necessarily flashy or powerful, but the level of technique and discipline she'd instilled in her body was truly a sight to behold. Her stats were straight out of a video game. She trusted her body to know exactly what to do at any given moment. She didn't need to think about her next move because she was already two steps ahead of her enemy. Sana was both impressed and jealous of her self-control.

As they walked back towards their hotel, Sana felt herself internally fangirling over the incredible display of strength she'd just witnessed. "I don't know what I want more now: to be you or be with you."

Mirko threw her head back, her white teeth glinting in the afternoon sun as she cackled. "I like you, newbie. You're waaay more fun than that stupid chicken."

Sana arched a brow. "Are you talking about Hawks?" She guffawed. "But he seems so cool during his interviews."

Mirko waved her hand dismissively. "Trust me, kid. There's a reason those things are scripted. The guy is a total doofus."

"Yeah, I have a few of those myself."

"Oh, honey, I know." They were nearly at the agency doors. "I met him, remember?" The two females giggled, hearing Katsuki's voice shouting insults. They turned to find him frightening a group of kids to tears. Meanwhile, Best Jeanist stood a few feet behind him pinching the bridge of his nose as though he felt a migraine coming on. Sana understood his pain. She'd experienced plenty of those when she'd first been introduced to Katsuki.

"Ah, there he is now. Speak of the devil, huh?" Mirko nudged the younger girl's arm. "C'mon, we did great today. What do you say we ditch these guys for some yakisoba? We could even grab some gyoza on the way since you mentioned you were craving them..." She leaned in with a smirk.

Sana glanced back at the two blonde men, who were now arguing with each other in low voices. She locked eyes with her mentor and shrugged. "Fine, but you're buying."

"Oh?" The pro cocked a brow, her arms crossing over her chest. "I am, am I?"

"Yep." The teen made sure to emphasize the "p." "You said you'd treat me to a good meal while I was here."

Mirko's eyes darted to the ground as she thought over the last two days. "Did I?" She mumbled.

"Nope." The Sakano girl popped the letter again with a smug grin. The white-haired woman gaped, tossing an arm around Sana's shoulders and pulling her into a headlock while the other gave her a noogie. Sana stumbled out of the headlock with a giggle, trying (in vain) to fix her hair. Mirko kept a dark, muscular arm around her shoulders as they laughed together at the other's expense.

"Ha!" The pro squeezed the pastel-haired girl affectionately. "I freakin' love you, kid!"

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The rabbit-eared woman had virtually locked Sana in the sparring room for the next two days. Mirko's speed was inhuman and it kept Sana on her toes throughout their many, many fights. Obviously, Mirko always came out on top, but Sana was determined to win at least once before returning to Musutafu. It was to the point now that she was starting to anticipate some of Mirko's moves. Of course, the white-haired woman did it on purpose. It was part of the game they played. They lulled each other into a false sense of security before delivering the finishing blow.

It made Sana realize how dull and tired her sparring sessions with Shoto had become over the years. Here, she was constantly being tested mentally and physically. It felt good. She could feel her reflexes becoming faster, her instincts sharpening. She hadn't been here more than three days and yet she was already seeing an improvement. She could hear the screams of her muscles from the most intense workout of her life as she soaked in the hotel bathtub afterwards, but it was well worth it.

Mirko had demanded that they duke it out at the end of her internship, and Sana had no choice but to agree. She was confident in her fighting abilities, but she wasn't sure how well she'd fair against a seasoned pro. The woman's brash mouth and cocky attitude reminded her of Katsuki in a lot of ways. They both were almost obsessively competitive and unafraid to challenge anybody, whether they be hero or villain.

Speaking of Katsuki...

He and Best Jeanist weren't around much during the day. They were like passing ships, one pair heading out for patrol while the other was coming in. Of course, she'd known that they would be busy doing their own things this week. It wasn't like she'd chosen this internship for Katsuki, anyway. She hadn't even known about Mirko's arrangement with Best Jeanist until the night before they left. That didn't mean that some part of her wasn't disappointed when he didn't join her morning runs before patrol or was absent from meal times.

Their hotel rooms were on the same floor, the doors practically parallel. She would hear him banging him around across the hall at night sometimes, slamming doors or blaring music after a long day. Sana would shake her head at the noise, usually channel surfing while texting Mina or FaceTiming Shinso.

But tonight was different. A single, solid knock demanded her attention.

She slid off the bed with knitted brows, swinging the door open to be met with Katsukis signature scowl. His hands were habitually in the pockets of his sweatpants, the collar of his black tee damp from the water dripping from his hair. Best Jeanist had done a hell of a job trying to tame his wild mane. No matter what the boy did, the slicked-down hairstyle refused to budge. Sana and Mirko had had a good laugh the first time they'd seen it, much to the human grenade's aggravation.

"Hey."

"Hey?" She replied, inspecting the door for damage. "You just punched my door!"

He wordlessly slipped past her and into the room, tugging at his over styled hair with a scowl. He immediately claimed the right side of the bed. Originally, Sana had been sprawled diagonally across the mattress on her stomach, but now chose to gingerly perch on the edge by his feet.

She wasn't sure what was happening or how to feel about it. Katsuki Bakugou was in her room.... On her bed.....

Well, not hers hers, but you get the picture.

He'd invited himself into her personal space and she was feeling some type of way about it. What the fuck, Sana? she chided. She felt nervous for some reason, which was stupid because it's just Bakugou. He's just a guy, she tried to calm her racing heart. Shoto's sat on my bed dozens of times and it never bothered me. But that was it, wasn't it? She'd never felt anything more than kinship for Shoto. With Bakugou, it was something else entirely.

The ash blonde snatched up the discarded room service menu she'd been browsing through, glossing over it as one arm stretched out across the decorative pillows. His vermilion eyes caught hers from over the paper and narrowed. He kicked his socked foot—black, because he's apparently allergic to color—out to nudge her thigh.

"The hell are you sitting down there for, loser?"

"I, uh," she gestured vaguely at his head, her mouth twisted up into a smirk. "I just didn't want to inhale too much of the toxic fumes wafting from your head."

He snarled, once again yanking on his hair but it didn't budge. "This shit better wash out."

"I like it," she'd tried to say, though they both knew she was lying. Her poker face was usually pretty good, but the way her lips kept twitching made it obvious she was trying not to laugh. She inched higher up the bed on her hands and knees. "Really! I do-" her facade cracked mid sentence.

He kicked her again with more force, sending her toppling over into the center of the mattress. "Fuck off."

She held her hands up in surrender, trying to catch her breath from after her fit of giggles. "Okay, okay," she joined him in leaning against the headboard. It was so simple and domestic, hanging out like this with trashy TV programs serving as background noise while they shared dinner.

Katsuki returned to his room across the hall hours later, but not before stealing a kiss goodnight. Sana could feel herself falling more and more for the ash blonde, especially in moments like those where his softer side shone through. She didn't try to stop the fall. She didn't want to. The rush of emotion came so naturally that it was almost like she was meant to feel this way.

Like invisible strings bound them together.

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It was a little after 8 o'clock of their fourth day. The city was surprisingly quiet, so the Pros had let them have the rest of the night off to relax. Bakugou was in bed reading a book when a thump came from the door, quickly followed by a soft grunt.

He rolled his eyes with a smirk, recognizing the voice. The ash blonde shook his head as he set his book aside and went to open the door. Sana stood casually on the other side as though nothing had happened. She was dressed casually in a black cropped tank and white cargo pants. She shook her right hand out to relieve the slight sting as she greeted him, her bracelets jingling quietly. Hagakure had hand made each 1-A girl a friendship bracelet and handed them out after school before they left for their internships. For his girl, she'd used peach and white thread and clear, dainty beads painted with silver and gold details.

He cocked a brow. "Did you punch my door?"

She shrugged, her long, pastel hair flowing loosely down her back just the way he liked it. "Thought I'd give it a try."

He crossed his arms, leaning into the doorframe. "And how'd that work out for your puny arm?"

She flipped him off with a snarky grin. "Well, I still have functional movement in my hand, so pretty good I'd say."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his chest. "You're a real brat, you know that?" He breathed, the tips of their noses brushing. Her fingers curled into the black fabric of his shirt, feeling his hard abs tensing with every breath. His much larger hands released hers to slip down, the tips of his fingers nearly touching as he encircled her trim waist. The exposed skin was warm beneath his fingers.

"You have to admit that you're kinda into it." She whispered back.

He sighed, gently knocking his forehead into hers. "It's just my luck that I'd be attracted to a dumbass like you." Her brows shot up, her cherry lips widening into a devilish grin.

"Well, it's definitely my ass you're attracted to-" her giggles were muffled by Katsuki's lips. Her fingers dipped into the soft baby hairs along the nape of his neck. The gel that Best Jeanist had used earlier in the week gave Katsuki's signature hairstyle a strange texture, but she didn't mind as she held him tighter, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. A contented sigh escaped his nose, tickling her cheek. He nipped at her bottom lip, asking for permission. She parted her lips, pulling him impossibly closer at the same time his hand slipped further down to cradle her ass and squeezed.

"Kats-!" She pulled away with a gasp, smacking his chest as he chuckled huskily. She looked around the hallway, making sure Mirko wasn't lurking anywhere. Meanwhile, the ash blonde looked deeply satisfied with himself, a smug smirk twisting his lips. "Jerk," Sana pushed on his chest, moving him backwards through his cracked hotel door. "Go get changed. We have the rest of the night off and I want to explore."

"Hell no. I can't go out with this."  He pointed at his head. He'd refused to step out of the hotel unless it was for patrol. He hated the way those snot-nosed little runts had pointed and mocked him. His hair wasn't the only thing that had been "upgraded," either. Best Jeanist had decided to temporarily alter his hero costume by swapping his black pants out for fucking skinny jeans.

The strawberry blonde arched a brow. "You go out on patrol like that."

"That's work," the blonde huffed. "This is different."

"Fine, you big baby." She pulled a black hoodie out of the closet and threw it at him. Unfortunately, his crazy fast reflexes allowed him to catch it before it hit his face. At one point in time, the hoodie had had a graphic design from an old rock band, but the letters were so faded from age that only a few were even legible anymore. "Wear this until we can get you something else." She ushered him into the bathroom to change into street clothes. "Let's go, move it. Chop chop," She clapped her hands. "I have to tuck your old ass into bed in like, an hour."

"Idiot."

"Geezer," she sneered back.

Katsuki grit his teeth, slamming the bathroom door behind him. After wrestling the blonde into the elevator, the two headed downstairs. The boy aggressively tugged the hood lower every few minutes, his shoulders hunched as he hissed out curses through clenched teeth. Thankfully, Sana had noticed a street stall selling accessories earlier during her patrol that was located not too far from the hotel.

"Come on," she tugged on his arm, leading him over to the stall. "Let's pick something out for you to wear." The old lady tending to the stall offered a wide selection of souvenirs. Hats, jewelry, keychains, bags, T-shirts, and sunglasses. There was even a mirror attached to the side of the cart so customers could try out their new looks before buying anything.

What Sana had conveniently left out of the description was that all of the items were themed. Cute cartoon characters and pink designs were all the ash blonde had to choose from

"Look at this one!" She held up a pink beanie with darker pink Barbie B's decorating the surface. "Isn't it cute?" The deadpan look he gave her made the stall owner giggle from her stool as she fanned herself with a paper fan.

"C'mon, Katsuki! Would it kill you to change it up a bit? A little pop of color wouldn't hurt every now and then." She set the beanie aside and continued to browse over the items. Sana grabbed a white baseball cap with a delicate cherry blossom branch stitched into the side of the brim and tried it on. She modeled it in the mirror, turning her head side to side with a look of approval.

Katsuki glanced down, spotting a matching hat in black. Pop of color, huh?

The Sakano heir skipped over to the old woman, pulling out her wallet. "I'll take this one."

"And this one," Bakugou lifted the hood up just enough to slip the black baseball cap on, pulling the brim down low over his face.

Sana blinked owlishly at the matching aesthetic, pointing at his hat. "That's..."

"You kids make a cute couple," the stall vendor complemented them as she accepted Sana's money. "Reminds me of my husband and I when we were your age." The two teens blushed furiously, consciously avoiding eye contact with each other.

"Oh, uh, thanks." Sana rushed the words out, her face burning from embarrassment. "But-"

"You got it all wrong, lady." Bakugou reached her side, his hands stuffed in his sweatpants. He looked like a living shadow walking around in all black at night. He was tense, his shoulders nearly touching his ears, but he tried to play it off like it was nothing. He turned away from the women, a pretty pink hue seeping into his cheeks. Sana's awkward smile wavered. It's fine, she told herself. He was right in a sense. Sure, they kissed and occasionally cuddled. Yes, they went on dates and shared vulnerable moments with one another. But they weren't "dating" per se.

"It's more than that." He grumbled lowly, but the two women managed to catch it.

Sana's face was on fire and steam was practically pouring from her ears. Did she want a relationship with Katsuki? Of course! But... isn't that what she already has? She didn't necessarily need a name for it. And apparently, neither did he, but it was reassuring to know that they were on the same page. They were both perfectly content with just being together in any and every sense—simultaneously friends, enemies, and lovers.

And now they had matching hats.

Like a real couple.

They were unofficially/officially a thing.

God, if Mina could see them now-

"Oi." Bakugou hated talking about feelings. God, he wanted to self combust just thinking about it. But they both needed this in a way. To express that this thing between them wasn't temporary. Katsuki Bakugou doesn't quit. He's never been afraid to go after what he wants, and more than surpassing All Might, more than beating Deku, more than the number one spot... he wanted to be the best version of himself imaginable for the girl next to him.

He wasn't blind. Sana was a very attractive girl with a charming personality. She received a lot of attention from the opposite sex because of that. Namely Dunce Face, Troll Doll, and Icy Hot. He knew that she was too damn good for him and that there was a good chance he'd do something to screw up the best thing to ever happen to him since the day his quirk appeared.

"I'm not gonna call you my damn girlfriend or anything so don't bother asking. That shit's fucking embarrassing." Katsuki cringed as they waited in line at a food stall. Quiet crackles, like popping candy, filled the air. Small sparks flying from his palms due to his palms sweating from nerves. The ash blonde exhaled sharply, his nose scrunched up. He grit his teeth, the muscles in his jaw flexing. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than for the sidewalk to swallow him whole.

Sana gently grabbed his wrist. She slid her fingers between his, their palms flush as she absorbed the mini fireworks into her body. She gently squeezed his fingers, her thumb tracing crescent moons across his knuckles. She propped her chin against his shoulder with an affectionate look in her jewel-like eyes. "I guess I'll just have to settle for calling you mine, then." She said softly.

His vermillion eyes softened. He was secretly pleased, even as he pretended to be annoyed by the cheesy line. He playfully tried to shrug her off, but she just clung to his arm like a koala, a bright grin on her face. He treasured these moments. He'd never been the reason for someone's smile before. He liked it if it meant seeing the child-like glee she exuded in moments like these.

They sat down at an empty table to eat their food. Sana had grabbed them a few street snacks to nibble on while Katsuki purchased ramen for them to split. She wasn't intimidated by the intense red color of the broth, though she deadpanned at the amount of chili flakes he continued to add to his portion. "It's not a competition, you know?"

He snorted. "Some competition you'd be. I'd eat you under the table-"

She choked mid sip, coughing as she set down her blueberry smoothie. "What?" She wheezed, caught between a cough and a laugh.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He screeched with a blood red face. "THATS NOT WHAT I FUCKING MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT." Sana folded over, clutching her stomach as she cackled hysterically.

After their meal they strolled through the night market for another hour or so. Stalls selling toys, souvenirs, shoes, jewelry, bags, and pets were in full swing despite the time of night. Bakugou had to physically pry her away from the cute animals. She'd agreed, but on the condition that he give her a piggyback ride. He'd crouched down with a dramatic sigh, much to her delight. He got her back for it later, though. After setting her down, he'd demanded his own as they were returning to the hotel. Sana, not one to refuse a challenge, agreed. Katsuki had laughed his ass off when her knees nearly buckled under his weight a block from the hotel.

"Karma's a bitch, huh?"

Katsuki chortled after she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and dropped his legs, demanding him to, "get the hell off, you big oaf."

She shrugged. "Takes one to know one, I guess."

His calloused hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her into his space. She could smell the cinnamon gum on his breath they'd purchased on the way, along with the faint caramel clinging to his clothes. "You're real mouthy today, brat."

She blew a bright red bubble in his face, grinning when it finally popped. "And here I thought that you liked that about me?"

"Nah. Some crazy chick keeps telling me I have no taste. Guess she was right."

"I always am. Remember that." The two teens stepping into the elevator. Katsuki pressed the 7 button for their floor before leaning his head back. "I had fun tonight, Kats."

He grunted, his eyes closed. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Sana agreed. "I always have fun with you." It wasn't a huge compliment, but Katsuki couldn't say that he'd ever been told that he'd made someone happy before. "It's like, with you, I don't have to be anyone but me."

"Yeah, well, I'd prefer if you were a lot less you next time." The ash blonde shrugged, tone nonchalant. The solar girl rolled her eyes with a snort.

"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, babe."

He opened his mouth to retort, only to snap it shut. Katsuki was forever grateful for his new hat, not only to cover the monstrosity his mentor dared to call style, but the heavy blush across his nose at the sudden term of endearment. Sana side-eyed his suddenly silent figure with a smirk. She had ways of shutting the mouthy blonde up... mostly with aggressive flirting and teasing jabs. If he wanted someone shy, he should know by now that he chose the wrong girl to get involved with.

Of course, neither one would have it any other way.

[matchesarelit]

Pikmin! (Spencer Agnew x Gn!Reader)

A video game themed bar was exactly what you needed, maybe even a little more...

Smosh Masterlist

Requested: Sort of... 'reader meets him at a bar and than they go home together and have a fun nerdy time at his place' -anon

A/N: Sorry anon they don't make it home, also hope you like video games, I thought it was a safe bet for a Spencer fan, Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Mentions of fighting (mortal combat game play, smash bros)

W.C: ~2.1k

You'd been eager to try this place since your 'for you' page had all but taunted you with it while you were sick in bed with the flu. So crossing the threshold, the outlook of a dive type bar decked out in gaming memorabilia was both overwhelming and exactly what the doctor ordered.

LEDs behind the bar were mesmerising as they throbbed and changed, it was only after you'd straddled a stool that your eyes floated up past the assortment of alcohol, to the large collection of consoles and plug-ins suspended above.

Eagerly seeking out your favourites, you simply nodded when an approaching figure inquired after the stool to your left. Snaking your gaze down the shelving, your stare fell low enough to catch the figure of the bartender on the other side of the bar. The older woman was watching you with an amused smirk, clearly your enraptured state was not a rare one among first time visitors. Casting a glance to her headwear, you noted the Mrs Pacman sitting on her headband as you considered your drink order. Opting for a familiar brand you retrieved your phone from your pocket to pay, the case making it difficult as usual, as the bartender produced a bottle and left with a smile.

As you sipped your beverage you let your focus flit around the bar, There were a few larger screens with small groups of people crowding controllers and consoles, there were more displays and shelves chocked full of all sorts of gaming nostalgia and a few retrofitted old computers playing arcade gameplay.

Finding yourself watching more than a few rounds of mortal combat on an old box TV, your attention only shifted as a rather larger group of spectators erupted in cheers on the other side of the space. Noting some other set ups around the bar, ones much less crowded that that one, you stood from your chair, drink long since drank in many an unconscious sip as you'd watched the fights.

There was a couple duelling in some newer game you couldn't recognise, a group of older people screaming their encouragement alongside a woman playing pinball and lucky as ever, right at the back in a little alcove, there was an empty GameCube setup. Although a few other familiar titles lined the small area, the screen was already displaying your game of choice; Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 3.

After frying your own console years before you'd been itching to get your hands on this game for a while. Yet as if it was only yesterday you found yourself navigating the menu with ease, selecting a map you felt you might recognise, the name sounding somewhat familiar, possibly one you'd sold your soul to over fifteen years before.

Admittedly, navigating the menu came easier than recollecting the controls, but after a few minutes you were finding your groove well enough to hit a couple special moves and terrorise a few pedestrians.

Concluding your first level you'd indulged in the character select menu, although finding the original Tony Hawk much too nostalgic, you continued on all the same.

Before continuing, you took a brief glance around your little station, cautious someone else might be wanting a go.

Satisfied by the empty space around your chair, and the empty one by your side, you continued on to the next location. Finding yourself revisiting some favourite tricks and areas from years before, you felt yourself relax into the game, it was only when as you sat back in the chair and the stats for the completed level popped up that you noted the presence of someone talking by your side.

'-still can't believe you stuck with Tony, Demoness all the way'

Turning towards the voice you caught sight of a man around your age, sipping some colourful concoction, as he shifted his gaze from the screen to you.

Although, you noted to yourself, the mess of curls adorning his head surely meant his sight was solidly obstructed, so how he managed to notice which character you'd chosen was a mystery.

He was nonchalant as he plopped into the chair by your side, and you felt yourself of similar affect as you responded,

'Well, I must admit my old favourite was the Eye Guy as I knew him, but its been so long i wanted that Vanilla playthrough effect ya know, nostalgia and all that.'

'Oh I'm very familiar. Do you mind if I have a go?'

Hand gripping the back of your chair you go to move,

'Of course I'll just-'

'You don't need to leave, I'll only probably play the one level, I was never the best at Pro Skater,' His words were said softly vet with a surety that left no room for argument,

'Are you able to hold this?' He seemed hesitant to ask as he continued scouring the space despite holding his drink out in your direction.

'Keep me here just to hold your drink did you?' your tone was light enough that despite the flush on his cheeks he still held it out when he saw you nodding.

You took it into your hands, holding the glass in your lap atop crossed legs as you watched him grasp the controller and navigate the menu just as you had done.

As he began to play you let your eyes drift from the menu to the assortment of games along the wall, spotting a couple of old favourites you made a note to try them if you got the chance later.

Returning your attention to the screen you sat in the relative silence of the little alcove, enjoying the small sounds and voice lines from the game you'd long forgotten the AI were capable of, until the man by your side spoke up.

'How do you do the... The double flip? I'm completely blanking' He looked momentarily back to you as his character drifted about the landscape,

'Oh its just the same button as flip, just twice,' your voice was soft, hoping not to come off as patronising with the simplicity of your answer.

'Oh yeah, simple eh?' He laughed it off easily as he turned back to the screen, watching him go on to try, and nail, the trick, you smiled to yourself.

Concluding a second level you'd urged him to play, he handed the controller back to you as you returned his drink.

'Did you want to play another level? I'm thinking of changing the game,' letting your mind drift once again to the cases along the wall, you considered your options.

'Nah I'm good, what're you thinking?'

'Ooh, im not sur- OH' You cut yourself off as a certain title caught your eye.

Tugging it free of its sleeve you held your choice aloft, being careful of the disk surface of course,

'Luigi's Mansion? Good choice...' his words although genuine came with a familiar hesitance.

'I know right I've-' Your excited reminiscence was cut short as he cut in,

'...Fair warning; their copy doesn't work'

'Oh damn...' you slid the disc back into its place

'Agreed, I felt exactly the same when I tried booting it up last week.' He watched your movements before scooting his chair back a bit and starting up again, 'They do have the third one on a switch over there,' he pointed his drink in the direction of the largest crowd in the room, the chalkboard wait list filled to the brim in progressively smaller and smaller writing desperate to be fit in. 'But you'll probably be waiting a while.'

Your lips sucked into a defeated line, you moved your gaze back onto the man by your side. His own focus set on the glass beneath him as he seemingly attempted to skewer the floating lime on his straw. You noted that just as you'd thought before, his hair had clouded the space between his eyes and the drink.

'Do you have any suggestion then? Any that work?' You pondered with a laugh as you flipped through the cases, the sound drew his attention back to you, not that you noticed as he remained silent, stare caught on the back of your head.

A few moments of silence later and upon finding nothing you turned back to him, a brow raised as you sat awaiting his response.

'Oh um, there's always Smash?'

Nodding slightly you put the controller on the tabletop and began to search for the disc, 'I never really played it, you'll have to show me how...' Unsure where the confidence came from for that request, you stalled slightly in taking the game out, and replacing the other with it before sitting back down.

Letting your peripherals catch what you refused to look directly at, you watched as he nodded, his lips pursed for few too many moments before parting with a soft utterance, 'uh-yeah of- of course'.

Holding your hand out for his drink you held out the controller with the other, and as you felt the weight of the glass in your hand you studied the screen as he began a match.

'So with this one you have all the regular moves, which use the regular buttons but, for example, Falco's Phantasm you need to use- '

His explanations were comprehensive and before long, you were playing and winning matches on your own, well mostly on your own. The man beside you seemed unable to stop himself from leaning closer and pointing out special attacks you could manage at any given time. By the time you'd won your second stage his shoulder was knocking your own, his face inches from yours.

Sitting back in your chair once again, all but pooped from the adrenaline rush of such a victory as your character filled the screen almost as happy with themself as you were, you felt the warmth of his closeness fade as he followed your lead, slumping in his own seat.

Your short reprieve was cut short however as a voice, much harsher than that of the man at your side, crackled from behind you,

'Sorry, Are y'all done with this console?'

Sharing a brief look with him you shrugged and glanced to the bar, a small nod was enough for you as you turned and addressed the newcomers, 'Yeah, we are. Go for it'

Stepping out of the alcove you moved no more than a metre, before turning back to check for him. Part of you expected him to leave for another spot in the bar, another console, but a bigger part of you was sure he wouldn't, at least not yet.

Sitting up on a stool you grabbed your phone to pay for a drink yet as you waited you addressed the man once again by your side.

'Well that was great fun! Little bit of nostalgia is good for the soul, ain't it?'

'Definitely. Although... Are you sure you haven't played Smash before?'

'Weeelllll... I admit I have played some of the newer ones at parties and such, but I really thought it'd be completely different on such an older console.'

Your cheeks were hot at the reveal, it wasn't as if you'd lied, but the suggestion you'd done so to get him to help you was an interesting one.

A small smile on his lips, he fixed you with a playful glare, the crinkling of his nose a dead giveaway. Never the less you played along, dropping your phone to the bar top and raising your hands in the air as if to profess your innocence.

'I promise. Next time though, I'll have to get your help on something else, something have no idea about, maybe Pikmin? I assure you I have absolutely no clue about that game.' Your face as stoic as you could manage, not very stoic at all, you watched as his smile splurged into a wide grin as his eyes looked between you and the phone discarded on the between you on the bench.

The device was hugged by a bright red silicone case with a telling red stem that ended in a single green leaf dangling off the top end.

You continued, 'What even is a Pikmin?' Getting the question past your lips without laughing between syllables was a struggle, but a worthy one as he soon broke into giggles at your sincerity.

'Well, you seem completely cluel-' He was interrupted as your phone rung out a hearty Pikmin!

'... Completely clueless... and that's okay, I'm happy to help.'

'You're too kind...' You trailed off realising you still didn't know his name.

'OH... I'm Spencer by the way,' Nodding, you failed to supress the smile that had spread across your lips as you spoke,

'Well, Spencer, I really need your help. So how about nex-'

Pikmin!

[blorbocedes]

max after redbull told him he can't be late night online gaming anymore:

They targeted gamers.

Gamers. We're a group of people who will sit for hours, days, even weeks on end performing some of the hardest, most mentally demanding tasks. Over, and over, and over all for nothing more than a little digital token saying we did.

We'll punish our selfs doing things others would consider torture, because we think it's fun. We'll spend most if not all of our free time min maxing the stats of a fictional character all to draw out a single extra point of damage persecond.

Many of us have made careers out of doing just these things: slogging through the grind, all day, the same quests over and over, hundreds of times to the point where we know evety little detail such that some have attained such gamer nirvana that they can literally play these games blindfolded.

Do these people have any idea how many controllers have been smashed, systems over heated, disks and carts destroyed in frustration? All to latter be referred to as bragging rights? These people honestly think this is a battle they can win? They take our media? We're already building a new one without them. They take our devs? Gamers aren't shy about throwing their money else where, or even making the games our selves. They think calling us racist, mysoginistic, rape apologists is going to change us? We've been called worse things by prepubescent 10 year olds with a shitty head set. They picked a fight against a group that's already grown desensitized to their strategies and methods. Who enjoy the battle of attrition they've threatened us with. Who take it as a challange when they tell us we no longer matter. Our obsession with proving we can after being told we can't is so deeply ingrained from years of dealing with big brothers/sisters and friends laughing at how patheticwe used to be that proving you people wrong has become a very real need; a honed reflex. Gamers are competative, hard core, by nature. We love a challange. The worst thing you did in all of this was to challange us. You're not special, you're not original, you're not the first; this is just another boss fight.

[probablygoodrpgideas]

In Blood Tithe, you will have two stats called Thirst and Control related to drinking blood. Here are the effects they have:

Thirst levels:

1: Well-fed. Might still need to bite but only to heal themself. Bites deal 2 damage.

2: Thirsty. Bites deal 5 damage.

3: Eager. Bites deal 7 damage. Need to make a control check to stop biting

4: Parched. Bites deal 7 damage. Penalty on everything but biting. Need to make a control check with a penalty to stop biting.

5: Starving: Bites deal 10 damage. Penalty on everything but biting. Need to make a control check with a penalty to stop biting.

6: Near-death: Bites deal 10 damage. Penalty on everything but biting. Need to make a control check to not bite when around humans in combat.

Actually dying from thirst would take months and is basically impossible

Control levels:

6: Full control. No effects

5: Mostly control. The taste of blood becomes preferable to most other pleasures. (no mechanical effects on its own but control checks prompted by thirst become harder)

4: Partial control. Any blood around you tempts you. When a human is bleeding around you, make a control check to not attempt to bite them

3: Losing control: You have to succeed on a control check to not attempt to hunt at night.

2: Incalculable: When you see a human or a group of humans, you have to succeed on a control check to not attempt to bite them.

1: Animalistic. When you see a human you will drink their blood and you will not stop until they have nothing left.

What exactly a control check is and what these penalties will be isn't quite decided yet.

[antiterf]

i keep hearing anti-trans people citing studies claiming that trans men who take testosterone always get pelvic floor dysfunction and now i'm afraid to take testosterone

TW: This post has a lot of talk specifically of genitalia and reproductive healthcare, with specific focus on cis women since that's where the research is. It's important to know but I want to give a fair warning for dysphoria.

It's weird that you sent this legitimately when I was looking for stats on that. This is oddly convenient. That never happens.

Pelvic floor dysfunction is incredibly common and while it can get to a point of being severe (prolapse) it's usually constipation, straining, bladder control and regarding mostly AFAB people, pain during vaginal sex.

From what research there is, it does seem that pelvic pain is incredibly common with trans men on testosterone. There's also not a pre and post testosterone question which... should be important. There's also no control group.

There is a recent study that reports that 94.1% of trans men have PFD, but it seems to be lower quality. I'm not saying that to try and completely dismiss it. There's no control group when it would be completely doable for this sort of study. They also don't ask if these symptoms had occurred prior to starting hrt or after.

(Sorry sci hub doesn't have it)

So we can't be positive, but what evidence we do have points to trans men having pelvic pain and PFD while on hrt. Both are honestly really general, and don't inherently mean that prolapse will happen (or "Your vagina will fall out, into the toilet, and you'll flush it down and never get it back. Then you die." Which I'm being partially satirical with that but wouldn't be shocked if some transphobe tried using it).

PFD is treatable with therapy and medication, sometimes surgery, but usually its not needed. There are plenty of trans men and trans mascs who use vaginal estrogen cream to help with dryness and atrophy. PFD is, again, common:

For women of childbearing age, PFD and POP are very common, and 65.8% of women over 40 years report at least one complaint of sexual dysfunction.

And it's likely you'll get it at some point regardless of starting HRT or not.

It's honestly upsetting that such a common, treatable, issue is described as apocalyptic. Like, it's still an important issue to be aware of, and in the studies I link there is mention of participants getting a hysterectomy specifically for pelvic pain. There are a lot of unknowns or barely knowns we have to accept when we start HRT. But don't let people tell you that the worst possible scenario will happen or give you fear mongered healthcare.

If it helps, I fall into the group of PFD and have for my entire life due to IBS. When it comes to intercourse, I do bleed a lot more easily, but often it's just being lubricated. I also take lactobacillus as a probiotic, which is the bacteria that we usually have less of compared to cis women while on hrt. Mainly because it's the best probiotic one for my ibs, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's also helped with vaginal health.

I hope this stuff helps!

[taxus-fraud]

I like to imagine that Guardians testing stuff in private crucible matches is canon. When Shaxx opened up the option for Guardians to rent out unused crucible arenas, he expected it would mostly be Guardians challenging each other to settle grudges, or fireteams looking to practice together in a more controlled setting, or special tournaments.

Those all happen, but a surprising number of Guardians come in with a full computer setup and a vault access terminal, then spend their timeslot carefully logging and tracking weapon stats, experimenting to perfectly calculate how many shots of a weapon they need to kill any potential target. Shaxx doesn’t really get the appeal of theorycrafting his Crucible instead of practicing in a real match, but admits that it does have merit.

On the opposite side of the same coin, sometimes a group of Guardians will show up saying something like “We just learned how to make a grappling hook, and we’re gonna see if we can all grapple to eachother in a chain and whip ourselves across the map.” Shaxx doesn’t see any real, practical merit to be gained from this sort of experimentation, but still allows it because it’s incredibly entertaining to watch.

[freckliedan]

PHANNIE TAROT STATS

a lovely group of phannies has been reading tarot about what may be coming next for dnp, and a lot of cards have been repeating between readings. i've been compiling stats, & i'm moving that to its own post! up to date as of 10:50ish pm PST.

DATA

so far, there have been 72 cards pulled by myself, @yonpote, @dnphobe, @thetrashthatsmilesback, @tarotphil, @whipcracknumber5, @emojackolantern, @queerdnp, @slitsfordan, @ghoulish-art-tendencies, and @thighguys. of those 71 cards:

28 are major arcana (38.8%)

14 are wands (19.4)

11 are pentacles (15.2%)

11 are swords (15.2%)

8 are cups (11.1%)

and 43 (59.7%) of those are duplicate cards:

the fool (2)

the high priestess (2)

the empress (5)

the hierophant (2)

strength (4)

the devil (2)

judgement (2)

the ace of swords (2)

the two of pentacles (2)

the three of wands (2)

the six of wands (2)

the seven of pentacles (3)

the eight of wands (2)

the nine of swords (2)

knight of wands (3)

knight of swords (2)

king of wands (2)

king of pentacles (2)

so the most pulled cards are the empress, strength, the seven of pentacles and the knight of wands.

ANALYSIS

major arcana cards show up for major/impactful life events or important moments in time. pentacles (earth) shows up for everything tangible and material, wands (fire) shows up for action, passion, creative spark. swords (air) shows up for matters of the mind/grief & pain/clarity/ideas/communication. and cups (water) is less present, but is tied to matters of the heart/intuition/connection with others.

when looking at the suit composition of this reading, it's clear that something big is coming. and it's not internal; this is communicative action driven by passion enacted in the "real world", likely in the context of community. fire + air can be a dangerous duo, spreading extremely rapidly, but this is anchored by the steady & deliberate nature of earth.

the increase in air cards makes sense to me with dan and phil both being triplicate air signs & the increasing amount of thought and anticipation being directed at the situation by phannies.

looking at the most repeated cards, the empress + strength + the seven of pentacles? that's generative energy. something is being created. and whatever it is will begin from a place of balanced power without a need for control. and this new thing is being made real by a grounded and fair assessment of where past efforts have landed dnp.

and the knight of wands is now one of the most common cards, too. in this situation that's dan.

my takeaway from all this is so firmly that they're hard launching—the new thing entering the world is an extremely significant communicative action with material impacts driven by passion. (convenient time to mention they both have venuses—the relational planet—in fire signs).

i can't see anything but a hard launch and a wedding (to be legally bound to another person is SO material) fitting those parameters, and i think that once again this is following dan's pace. though, this time i think due to the need he had to self-actualize with creative endeavors separately from phil—those pursuits are now drawing to a close.

HOUSEKEEPING:

you can look at past stats and analysis of specific readings in my tarot tag.

i'm going to put the standard composition of a tarot deck below the cut for comparison, and if i make any future updates to this post i will put a copy of the stats before the change there as well.

a standard tarot deck has 78 cards:

22 major arcana (28.2% of the deck)

14 cards of each suit (17.9% of the deck)

and none of these cards are duplicates.

VERSION 1: 05/01/2024 9:53 PM

so far, there have been 57 cards pulled by myself, @yonpote, @dnphobe, @thetrashthatsmilesback, @tarotphil, @whipcracknumber5, @emojackolantern, @queerdnp, and @slitsfordan. of those 57 cards:

25 are major arcana (43.8%)

10 are pentacles (17.5%)

9 are wands (15.7%)

7 are swords (12.2%)

6 are cups (10.5%)

and 29 (50.8%) of those are duplicate cards:

the fool (2)

the empress (5)

the hierophant (2)

strength (3)

the devil (2)

judgement (2)

the ace of swords (2)

the two of pentacles (2)

the six of wands (2)

the seven of pentacles (3)

knight of wands (2)

king of pentacles (2)

so the empress has been in 62.5% of readings, strength and the seven of pentacles have been in 37.5% of readings, and the rest have been in 25% of readings.

ANALYSIS

major arcana cards show up for major/impactful life events or important moments in time. pentacles (earth) shows up for everything tangible and material, wands (fire) shows up for action, passion, creative spark. swords (air) and cups (water) are less present, though swords are gaining ground.

when looking at the suit composition of this reading, it's clear that something big is coming. and it's not internal; this is action driven by passion enacted in the "real world", likely in the context of community.

the increase in air cards makes sense to me with dan and phil both being triplicate air signs & the increasing amount of thought and anticipation being directed at the situation by phannies.

looking at the most repeated cards, the empress + strength + the seven of pentacles? that's generative energy. something is being created. and whatever it is will begin from a place of balanced power without a need for control. and this new thing is being made real by a grounded and fair assessment of where past efforts have landed dnp.

my takeaway from all this is so firmly that they're hard launching—the new thing entering the world is an extremely significant action with material impacts driven by passion. (convenient time to mention they both have venuses—the relational sign—in fire signs).

i can't see anything but a hard launch and a wedding (to be legally bound to another person is SO material) fitting those parameters. possibly a new creative project,but that just isn't coming across vibes wise?

[tmnt-ocxcanon-comp]

TMNT OCxCanon Comp Round 1

Learn more under the cut!

Ruine (Rue-een)

@emma-the-artkid

Relationship stat: Ruine and Raphael, they are a couple ^^

Blurb <3: Raph met Ruine when he was 13 and she was 12. She had been a backup experiment if something went wrong in Draxums original plan (Dw they share NO DNA whatsoever) when the lab blew up she was found by a snake yokai who raised her till she was 12, which was when she was found by the turtles and April of course! They took her in and gave her a home since she didn’t seem to have one, from then on she’s been living with them and slowly building more of a relationship with them. She’s stubborn, kindhearted, and a bit hard on herself- but she’s always there for the people she cares about! Raph developed a crush on her after them being friends for about a year and a half and eventually they both talked to each other about it and ended up becoming a couple, Leo likes to tease the both of them about it and Mikey likes helping them plan dates and things like that. Ruine is a combination of Yokai, turtle, and a bit of human as well, she does have mystic powers, which is the ability to control water around her- or any liquid really- she’s not all that good at it yet, but she’s getting there. Her weapon of choice is a twin pair of Kunai- she’s a leatherback sea turtle and stands at about 6’7. And that’s about all I can think of TvT

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Freya is an Australian Human - Yokai / Spiritborne Hybrid, whose characteristics are similar to a Red-Eyed Tree frog.

@sweet-discordia

How they met? After bugging their adoptive father about wanting to help more with errands through the Leyline portals that connect every major location and level of the Underground, Freya took it upon themselves to do a task their father had been putting off for weeks. 

They ported to the New York underground to find the researcher who intended to meet with their Father to hand over some new medical products. After a bit of convincing they received the products, just needed to get home. Problem was, Big momma had her underlings searching for anything green and turtle-like. Wearing a big backpack and being green, they were mistaken for a turtle and thus chased down, unable to throw them off, they rounded a corner sharply only to collide into a wall, phasing through. 

With no where to go, and now exposed to the human world, they sort cover in the sewers, which set off donnies security system. LUCKILY before “dispatching” of Freya (he said he would, but totally doesnt have the guts for that), he recognized their voice as a online friend he has called “XxFloral_FridayxX”, who he met from a botany group and honestly sort of had a crush on. and the rest is history ig. They start officially dating years later due to Donnie being stubborn and Freya being Oblivious. 

Freya TH: https://toyhou.se/16728878.freya

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