#this is absurd. foolish. NONSENSICAL!

[banannabethchase]

Waking up at 6:40 on a Saturday feels disrespectful and I am not happy about it.

[cool-fancier]

The Interrogation

Synopsis: The BEBE members, who believed you were in love with Bada, put you to a lighthearted but serious interrogation. Despite their probing questions, you managed to handle the situation well and were warmly welcomed into the BEBE family by the end of the evening.

You were watching TV in the living room one evening when you heard the front door swing open and an uproar of happy voices. The timing of the BEBE members' arrival couldn't have been worse. You tried to brace yourself for the coming interrogation as they entered the room with exaggerated grins on their faces.

Lusher, who constantly seized leadership roles, was the first to speak. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Kyma said, hiding her curiosity under a joking tone. "Yeah, why is Unnie these days usually so happy? Has anything happened?"

Tatter leaned in closer while speaking in a low, frightening tone. "I heard that Bada Unnie has a secret admirer. Is that true?"

Minah, with her mischievous smile, added, "And we've noticed that you and Bada Unnie have been spending a lot of time together lately. Any particular reason for that?"

Cheche, the master of subtlety, simply raised an eyebrow and said, "You know, secrets have a way of coming out eventually."

Sowoen, the youngest but not to be underestimated, joined in with a sly grin. "So, what's going on? Are you and Unnie hiding something from us?"

You tried to keep your cool as you felt the heat rising in your cheeks. Their questions came fast and relentless, each one more absurd than the last. Your worries were beginning to get the better of you as it became obvious that they were onto something.

The unofficial leader of the BEBE group, Lusher, leaned forward and narrowed her eyes amusingly. Let's see if you can survive the Real BEBE Inquisition, Y/N!"

You smiled anxiously as you wondered what sort of inquiries they had in store for you. "Okay, I'm ready."

Kyma, who is always the observant one, smiled mischievously as she spoke. "Tell us, when did you first realise that you had a crush on our Unnie?"

Being taken aback by the directness of the question, you reddened. "Well, you know, it was kind of a gradual thing. We spent a lot of time together, and one day, I just couldn't stop thinking about her."

Tatter raised an eyebrow with her no-nonsense demeanour. "And when did you two become more than friends?"

The memory made you smile involuntarily. "It happened during one of our dance practices. We were rehearsing a particularly intense routine, and then, in the heat of the moment, we kissed."

Minah and Cheche exchanged knowing glances, and Minah teased, "So, it was a steamy dance practice that sealed the deal, huh?"

The youngest and possibly most inquisitive, Sowoen, spoke forward and grinned. "What's Unnie's most embarrassing moment, and do you have any dirt on her?"

You grinned, deciding to keep Bada from seeming foolish. "I promise I won't spill any embarrassing secrets. But I will say that your Unnie's most charming trait is her dedication to her work."

Bada couldn't resist but add something after seeing the questions with amusement. "Wait a minute, are you guys interrogating my girlfriend or trying to scare her away?"

Lusher laughed, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, Unnie, we're just having some fun here. We're giving Y/N unnie a warm welcome to the BEBE family."

Bada amusedly shook her head as she leaned closer to you. "Y/N you have survived the BEBE Inquisition. You can now consider yourself a part of the crew."

The evening carried on with more joking and cheerful conversation, and you were touched by the friendly welcome you had got from Bada's friends.  They not only showed concern for Bada, but also showed a talent for maintaining a fun and relaxed atmosphere.

[kae-nyan]

(GN READER X VERTIN, FLUFF, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP)

Only you my girl, only you babe, only you~

(VERTIN)

VERY clingy on her sleep actually. Don't be suprised when you find yourself to be bundled up by her. There wasn't a single night where her hands wasn't placed on you, whether it be hugging you from the back, or just hand holding.

Elaborating on this, this means none of your rare fights would last long anyways. Vertin would sleep on the other side of your bed at night and you would wake up with her crooning on your neck the next morning.

And it wouldn't matter if you were sulking or whatevs, you would always find your place at her arms no matter how hard you try to avoid it.

However, she sometimes have reoccurring nightmares. You'll know when she starts to mumbles, or maybe even groan sometimes..

She wouldn't tell you though, but rather assure yourself to not worry about her and says she's used to it. And she wouldn't forget to apologise to you if her "nonsense" disturbs your sleep.

But it's more, obvious, during her worse days of seasonal nightmares. Guilt eats her up when Vertin finally wakes up from her dream to see your worried and tired face. She would suggest that she would sleep on the sofa. But of course you wouldn't allow it.

Often rambles some weird facts when it alligns with your hobby. Vertin is the type of gal to know everything about anything, especially about history (since yk,, she's a timekeeper)

Oh? That hobby? Didn't you know that it was accidentally created when an arcanist thought it was more convinient to use arcanist items rather than human items, but found out it has other effects?

Oh, yeah? That famous old song you're listening to? Fun fact, it was created when the singer had to improvise the lyrics by memory because someone had stolen the original script.

A sucker for your home-made lunch box you made for her to eat during her long field mission. You ironically made love shapes with bits of foods and cheesy words with ketchup. And you know what?? SHE WILL EAT THAT UP IN ONE GO

Regulus once took a peek at Vertin's lunch box and boy was Vertin was teased for it.

Vertin doesn't care though.

I mean, she gets to eat your carefully hand crafted food rather than drinking unhealthy soda 24/7.

There is rarely an occasion where you and her are left alone in the suitcase. But when it does, you two get to enjoy the peace and quiet together. You two would joke around if this is what it feels like to grow old together in the future.

Or some other times, Vertin would turn on the record player for you to listen together. Vertin would read a book or on her work desk, and you will be knitting or solving a puzzle. But all in the same room.

After all, your relationship has come to the point where you don't need words to understand each other.

This girl keeps EVERYTHING you gave her. Even before you guys are official. Not to mention, she has a box dedicated to items that were once gifted from you. And it's sometimes ridiculously absurd.

Remember that chocolate bar you once gave her? Well, the wrapper of said chocolate bar is still in her possession. She said its for memories when you told her to just throw it away.

But often times, it made you two reminisce of the past where you two were still fools in love that do awfully foolish things for each other (the intensity is tone down now that you have been together for years, but still)

[catgirl-kaiju]

y'know, speaking as someone with a micropenis, i have some thoughts on jokes regarding dick size. i don't think jokes like that should be completely off the table, but i also don't like how some of these jokes are handled.

i don't think it's okay for the aim of a dick joke to be at the expense of people with small, "weird looking", or non-perisex penises. personally, i really don't mind that i have a micropenis for the most part, and i'm not ashamed of it. but i can see how other people who, for one reason or another, have a smaller than average penis might feel that intense shame because of the way society talks about penis size.

penis size is often treated as if larger sizes are by default more desirable, but there's no real reason for this. and you could argue that larger sizes are better for sex, but what does that have to do with a person's worth as a romantic partner, a friend, a professional, or a just a human being? it's a subtle form of objectification that assumes characteristics such as dominance, virility, and competence are tied to penis size when there is no evidence to indicate that that is the case. this is a part of toxic masculinity that measures a person's worth by the length of their dick and it's absurd.

and i think that absurdity is worth mocking. i think when we make "compensating for something" type jokes, it needs to be about pointing out how foolish people look when they try to reinforce the nonsensical demands of toxic masculinity or use the language of toxic masculinity to communicate their worth. it doesn't matter whether or not they have a big dick. it matters that they care. that is worth mocking.

[world-in-a-nook]

"Aim for the heart"

characters : Aventurine ; Dr.Ratio relationship : Aventurine x Dr.Ratio (ambigious) art : @glasody__ + official (Dr.Ratio's eidolons) synopsis : thoughts during "The Final Victor" Lightcone warnings : russian roulette ; gun ; suicidal tendencies ; lack of gun knowledge wc: 905 nda : not my native language

"You expect me to believe you ?"

There wasn’t a day where he doubted his intellect but this time something happened that he hadn’t planned, something outside all probabilities. In a world where everything could be planned and meticulously calculated, it was easy to find other’s faults and errors. Yet, this time, he couldn’t find his. Humanity was supposed to save themselves; to strive towards survival yet this man had just done the opposite, just to prove a point. How foolish… He could’ve chosen to offer something else, a statistic about his wins, anything else but this.

He couldn’t understand the expression, the unwavering smile and the faint glimmer in those hypnotizing eyes. Anything could happen. The probabilities were one out of six, and he wouldn’t press the trigger, it was just some kind of act, a provocative gesture to show some kind of dominance.

Click

His eyes widened when the man had pressed his finger on the trigger. One chance out of five now. He hadn’t hesitated. Unmoving pupils, almost dilated. Was it the adrenaline? He couldn’t understand and it was maddening, yet different. He couldn’t ignore the shiver running down his spine, the cold sweat trailing down his nape and the multitude of thoughts coming to him. How did that gambler not move any inch at the possibility of death? Or was it this possible of everything ended that drove him further?

He didn’t realise yet, but his eyes widened when he realized: all his life, his brain had been challenged through trials and error, yet he had never been challenged through his emotions. The gambler had aimed not to his capacity of calculation, but his capacity to feel. The truth that had prior relied upon his capacity to calculate and adapt logically, had now been thrown upside down. The gambler was surely aiming at himself, but this thrill seeker was truly aiming at his heart. Was it some sort of test ?

Of course, he wasn’t. He was the doctor, a professor of great renown. This feeling was nothing but to test of predictable would be the gambler’s death. A scrutiny caused to provoke him. It was just to prove a point. The bullet could be a blank.

Click

And yet what if ? One chance out of four remaining. 25% chance of dying for the gambler. The barrel pressed on the man’s shirt. He would’ve stopped this nonsense and looked at the bullet to see if it was a blank. It couldn’t be: the gambler was a skilled shooter who practiced in his free time. Yet again the question remains: why would he be so ruthless just to prove a point? It wasn’t a test between them either. That gambler wanted to make him feel. What would happen if the stoic doctor had a hand in his life? What would he do if he wasn’t able to think himself out of the situation? And the moment was absurd, yet thrilling, letting him feel free.

He swallowed with difficulty. This gambler had found a crux out in his probabilities. He wasn’t on the other side of the gun yet he felt paralysed. He had been seen.

"Why not, doctor ? Life is a big gamble and I'm always the Final Victor"

What an absurd moment. He had yearned to survive up until today, yet he was now ready to throw it away. His hand behind his back as he seemed ready to pull the trigger. He was ready to put his life on the line to show his determination. If he had to put the most valuable that could exist just to show his determination, then he would. No amount of chip would equal to the value of a life, especially his, yet he was ready to bet it, was he?

No change in his facial expression but his hand gripped the potential to go on, for his luck to reach him once again. The chance that he could survive one more day was what he hanged on to. He would live one more day to spite those who wanted the avgins to fall.

Click

He held the barrel closely to his heart, to the fiery determination that plagued his mind. All his gambles, all his plans had been mind games. Some sort of test to his own luck. Yet the gun was aimed at the true reason he continued to advance. However grand was the pot, he was aiming not at winning against the house but winning the house and making it his own. Full House. Yet his was empty, no family to boast his victories.

The man facing him looked perplexed, confused on who would do a bet like this. He was a source of grounding: someone who thought that everything could be calculated. Yet in a single move, a single bet, he had moved the man’s world upside down. Despite the severe and stoic face, which was usually hiding under the handsome bust, he had this uncertainty in the eyes. The flickering pupils, the trembling hand on the gun, what a handsome look on someone so usually sure of themselves. He enjoyed the hidden shocked expression. The one that he saw when the unpredictable happened.

He had seen through the doctor’s face, his need for recognition. And he was showing it now: he could see him now and he had aimed directly to his heart. They had both everything on the line: Aventurine had put his line while the doctor had his pride. It was in this moment that they truly saw each other.

[stealeroflemons]

my nit picky requirements/inspirations for if we ever got a reboot of eah and headcanons #28

these are my personal opinions and yes this is all tomfoolery and foolishness.

we have so much angsty material to work with that if we made it gritty/dark in a similar way to how "euphoria" is I think we can do the angst and genuinely traumatizing aspects of eah justice

it NEEDS to be as camp-y as the movies "BOTTOMS" and "Mean Girls"

early 2000s movies always have such nonsense and iconic outfits and fun plotlines we need that energy to come back

don't act like Daring Charming wouldn't say something adjacent to "I'm sorry I looked at Mrs. Riley and lightly grzed her left tit, alright?" unironically

"She's The Man" walked to Darling Charming could run and I think we should keep that train going

I want the absurdity of "Wild Child" and "Jennifer's Body" and "10 Things I Hate About You" going on at all times

the line "Boo cross out Needy" was made for Briar Beauty to say to her friends when they say they aren't going to a party

overall I believe eah was made for those who grew up in the early 2000s watching "Camp Rock" and the "Hannah Montana" movie and "High School Musical" and then in their teen years ended up watching "euphoria" or "Grand Army"

if we truly put our minds to it we could create a y2k/late 90's style eah reboot or (thought difficult) live action where we still have time to dive into the trauma and the characters go through and also be dramatic and have some filler episodes where they get a breka and can be teenagers

thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[randomwriteronline]

I care if an au or not, Sidorak/Roodaka where the duo are like an evil couple but Roodaka actually likes that dumbass.

The plan was very, very simple.

At the right time: get rid of the fool.

That was it.

Couldn't have been any easier. Truly, it was kind of embarrassing - for him of course, because he was so insignificant in the grand scheme of things that the end of his life was little more than a footnote in her plans, but also for her, because for a Vortixx of her cunning this lack of strategy was frankly laughable.

But she didn't want to expend her energies on coming up with something more complex when she was already so many steps ahead of him; and so she had endured the stupid arrogance with which he tried (failing) to hide his fearful respect of her and his yakking about having played such an important part in her schemes, and she had pretended to enjoy his talks of joining his side much closer as queen of the Visorak like she hadn't been unofficially covering that role ever since the Makuta had first assigned the horde to the two of them, and had faked the slightest interest and deference just so that silly little infatuation he couldn't disguise from her keen eyes would keep on blinding him to her machinations even just a little more.

At the very least, despite being a disastrous egocentric attention hog, he did have enough sense in him to recognize her as the one superior in brawn and brain between the two of them.

And yes, it was... Pleasant, to know he was attracted to her.

It made her sound so disgustingly shallow - like the specter of a lagoon half drained by toxic waste. But it wasn't as though Vortixx were very keen on paying attention to something as trivial as their bodies, with how similar they all looked! It was just not a detail one ever expected to draw any attention!

But that idiot had met plenty of her kind already and would very much keep seeing plenty more, and still continued to stammer specifically when she traced the edge of her chin with a finger when deep in thought, staring intently while holding his breath like he was being subjected to some new kind of torture. And it would have been a lie to say that it didn't make her feel... A little pleased. Mayeb even a little proud.

A little flustered.

Bah. No way. How perfectly foolish.

If she went down this line of thinking she'd risk turning too soft to get him out of the picture.

Which was never going to happen, of course.

Because she was the Visorak queen.

And Sidorak's.

Technically.

Not yet.

Formalities and whatnot.

She always kept that nonsensical notion at a distance, but there was no harm in indulging in the absurd picture it painted - giving her access to whatever chambers the Steltian had previously had all to himself without arousing any suspicion, permitting so many new and exciting ways to get him out of her path to total control... She had no need to disguise it either, since she would have inherited the power from him anyways, but what lousy excuse for an assassination doesn't have a subterfuge or two?

And while she indulged in these silly thoughts, Sidorak presented her plans as proudly as if he'd made them himself (which he always did), but slowly forgot to put his name in front of hers to get as much of the merit as possible.

Oh, he still included himself in her schemings of course. He had to look good, as a king and all.

He was still arrogant, and egocentric, and pompous, and a perfect imbecile; but Roodaka found him a little less eager to throw her under the Ussal crab, and ever more infatuated.

His offers for her to occupy a throne by his own were getting less formal, almost hopeful. He'd started to heat up when she grasped his snout in her hands (why'd she start to do that, by the way? Because seeing his eyes widen and a dopey grin spread lopsidedly on his face was somewhat endearing?) and she'd started to enjoy his renewed attentions and more vocal appreciation of her cunning brilliance.

By now she had him twisted around her claw. She was still planning to get rid of him, of course, but new possibilities had opened up: smitten as he was she could have easily puppeted him around to do her bidding without her needing to lift a finger, and she could have used him as bait or perhaps a distraction in case some hotheaded idiot thought of taking the horde from them... She could have laid back in total safety, pulling the strings from behind him without ever having to worry for her safety! He was so confused by his attraction that he had even agreed to let her do most of planning in his stead, since she was such a tactical genius, and he would have posed in the front to carry out her instructions just like a devoted king should...

Hm.

Hm!

Well. In the end, he might have been more useful alive than dead.

Roodaka came to that satisfactory conclusion with a pleased hum and a big smile, snuggling her snout further into Sidorak's neck. The Steltian hummed back fondly in his sleep as his arms gently tightened around her, which caused a flustered buzz to flutter within her heartlight.

She stared into the dark for a few more minutes.

Ah, cripes.

Turns out infatuation is a two-way street.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

How would The Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) & Demise respond to this game of Kiss, Marry, Kill: King of Hyule, Link, Tingle?

Just to forewarn, they all had the... exact... same... answers... which is hilarious. They give similar reasonings, but I just had to share.

A game like "Kiss, Marry, Kill" would deeply amuse and annoy characters like Ganondorf and Demise. These are powerful, serious figures whose goals often revolve around conquest, destruction, or immortality. Being reduced to something as trivial as a party game would either spark outrage or amusement depending on their personalities.

Let’s break down how each of the Ganondorfs (and Demise) would react to being asked to play Kiss, Marry, Kill with King of Hyrule, Link, and Tingle:

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Reaction: Wind Waker Ganondorf is one of the more thoughtful and complex versions, as he has a deep resentment toward the fate that befell his people. He would be bemused by the game, seeing it as beneath him, but the absurdity of the choices would amuse him in a dark, ironic way.

Response: He leans back in his chair, an amused smirk crossing his face. "What a childish game. But if I must humor you…"

Kiss: King of Hyrule. "He had the gall to drown Hyrule under the sea. A kiss before I crush him beneath the waves would be appropriate."

Marry: Link. "He is the only one worthy enough to be tied to my fate. Even in marriage, I would enjoy watching him squirm under my power."

Kill: Tingle. His smirk twists into a look of disgust. "That pathetic little wretch? There is no better fate for him."

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Reaction: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf is driven by ambition and conquest, so the idea of playing this game would infuriate him at first. However, his sadistic side would enjoy toying with such ridiculous concepts, turning the game into an opportunity to mock his enemies.

Response: His expression darkens immediately as he glares at you for daring to ask him such a question. "You would waste my time with this nonsense?" But after a pause, a cruel smile spreads across his lips.

Kiss: King of Hyrule. "A kiss before his inevitable betrayal would be most fitting, as the king always schemes in the shadows."

Marry: Link. He chuckles darkly. "Binding the Hero to me in such a way would be endlessly amusing. His suffering would be eternal."

Kill: Tingle. "That fool would serve no purpose other than being erased from this world."

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Reaction: Twilight Princess Ganondorf is one of the darkest and most ruthless iterations, seeing himself as a god. He would be insulted at first, his pride deeply wounded by the triviality of the game. But after considering it, he’d respond with cold, calculated malice.

Response: His gaze narrows, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I will play this game once, but only because it amuses me to think of their fates."

Kiss: King of Hyrule. "The king, foolish and weak. I would kiss him before taking his throne, as is my right."

Marry: Link. His voice drops into a menacing whisper. "To marry the Hero, to bind him to my will… Yes, that would be fitting. His spirit would break over time."

Kill: Tingle. "The weak have no place in my kingdom. His life is worthless."

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Reaction: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf is warlike, with a lust for battle and dominance. He would laugh at the absurdity of the game but would answer with a twisted sense of humor, taking advantage of the opportunity to impose his will on others even in a fictional scenario.

Response: He laughs deeply, crossing his arms over his chest. "Foolish. But if I must choose…"

Kiss: King of Hyrule. "He presumes to rule over a land that is mine by right. A kiss before I crush him would be amusing."

Marry: Link. "To bind the Hero to my will would be a victory greater than any battlefield conquest."

Kill: Tingle. "Tingle? A weak, laughable fool. His death would be merciful, for I have no patience for his kind."

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Reaction: This version of Ganondorf, steeped in power and madness, would find the game amusing in a twisted, mocking way. He sees the world as his plaything, and a game like this would give him the opportunity to further express his cruel dominance over those who stand in his way.

Response: A cruel grin stretches across his face as he contemplates the choices. "What a delightful waste of time…"

Kiss: King of Hyrule. "A kiss before his inevitable fall would taste of sweet victory. The king is a symbol of everything I wish to destroy."

Marry: Link. His grin widens. "To bind the Hero to me? I can think of no greater pleasure. I would take joy in watching him wither under my control."

Kill: Tingle. "His existence is a joke. It would be satisfying to see him snuffed out."

Demise

Reaction: Demise would be utterly insulted by the mere mention of this game. As a being of pure hatred and destruction, to even contemplate something as ridiculous as "Kiss, Marry, Kill" would seem beneath him. But if forced to answer, he would do so with venom and disdain.

Response: He glares down at you, flames licking around him as he seethes with irritation. "You dare ask me such a question?"

Kiss: King of Hyrule. "A kiss would be the last thing he feels before I crush him into oblivion."

Marry: Link. His expression twists into one of cruel amusement. "The Hero? To bind him to me for eternity… His suffering would be eternal."

Kill: Tingle. "I don’t even need a reason. His life means nothing."

Each version of Ganondorf (and Demise) would react with varying degrees of amusement, disgust, or irritation, but ultimately, they’d all answer with the same air of superiority, twisting the game to suit their dark desires.

[charliedawn]

The Squib Witch

Part 5

Author’s notes: A Harry Potter fanfiction. With an OC who is an ADULT and modifications of my own. It does NOT follow the original story. The original story belongs to J.K. Rowling. It deals with war trauma and the aftermath of the Wizarding Wars. Thank you. 😄👍

The next few days were strange for Professor Snape. Despite his best efforts, he found himself distracted, his focus straying during classes. He tried to shake himself out of it, but Miss Pacino’s words haunted his thoughts. She had called him cruel. Cruel. It was criticism he had heard before, but coming from her, it had an inexplicable effect on him.

He observed her from a distance, noticing the way her eyes seemed weary from endless sleepless nights. She was drifting off in his class and her eyes kept looking away from him—unable and unwilling to meet his gaze.

As he went about his day, he found himself anticipating the times he would run into her. He tried to tell himself it was just a natural teacher’s concern, but deep down, he knew it was more than that. He felt this inexplicable urge to do something he had never thought he would even consider doing before—apologise to a student.

He shook his head.

Nonsense. Absurd. What was he thinking ?

The days passed, and Professor Snape wrestled with his own emotions. He considered approaching her again, perhaps to apologise for his words. But he dismissed the idea, telling himself it was a waste of time. Apologising. For what ? To have told her the truth ? To have tried warning her that she was running straight towards a wall ? He sighed. She wouldn’t listen anyway. And besides, he had only done his duty as a professor to open her eyes on the foolishness of her enterprise.

No. He wouldn’t apologise. Instead, he buried himself in his work, grading assignments and preparing lessons. He tried to drown out all thoughts of her, but the image of her downcast eyes and dejected expression continued to plague his mind.

Meanwhile, Al was spending her days at the library to search for some kind of enlightenment, and the Quidditch field as she kept trying to use a broom—but it remained just a wooden stick in her hand. And the more she tried, the more her heart sank and she felt like she was drowning. One night, Al decided to go to the library once again and visit the restricted area for books about curses and the many possible reasons that she couldn’t unlock her magic.

Professor Snape who was walking through the corridors late at night—restless as he often was—had taken it upon himself to patrol the corridors. As he walked past the library, he noticed a dim light coming from underneath the door. He paused, instinctively guessing who would be inside at this hour.

He looked around, checking if anyone was nearby. The castle was eerily quiet, and there were no signs of anyone else around.

With a deep breath, Professor Snape silently pushed the door open and entered the library, his footsteps careful and stealthy. He approached the restricted area and—as expected—spotted her sitting among a pile of books, her eyes scanning the texts intently.

He remained silent, watching her from the shadows. His eyes scanned the titles of the books scattered around you. Curses, magic blocks, magical suppression…He restrained a sigh. That persistent girl was still searching for some kind of answer—other than the obvious. She was a squib. She would never find magic. Why was it so hard for her to accept ?

He leant against the bookshelf, his arms crossed, his expression a mix of curiosity and irritation. He watched as she engrossed herself in the texts, her eyes darting across the pages, desperately searching for answers. A part of him wanted to walk over to her and offer his assistance. He knew more about these issues than any book could possibly teach. But he reconsidered and stayed silent. It was pointless.

When she finally looked up and their eyes met, she was momentarily stunned at his sudden appearance and how his tall and dark figure perfectly blended with the shadows into the darkness…as if he belonged there.

His expression remained unreadable as he held her gaze, his voice a low murmur as he asked. "Late night studying, Miss Pacino ?"

She smiled tiredly.

"Better late than never, Professor Snape…" she replied with a small sigh, even though she knew he probably wouldn’t buy it. She was just waiting for her punishment. Would he remove some points from her house ? Would he give her detention ? Would he curse her into eternal sleep ? Okay. That last one was a bit of a stretch…

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly, studying her weary smile and tired expression. He could sense the frustration and disappointment in your voice. He stepped forward—out of the shadows—and walked closer to her. His footsteps were silent across the carpeted floor and if she didn’t know any better, Miss Pacino could have easily mistaken him for a Dementor.

"Finding anything useful in those books then ?" he asked, his voice a mixture of mild curiosity and a hint of condescension. Of course he knew she wouldn’t find anything, but he found the need to ask nonetheless.

She chuckled humourlessly and was tempted to just bang her head against the wooden table.

"Nope."

He looked at the pile of books before her, his eyes scanning over titles and author names. He picked up one and briefly flipped through the pages. Not bad. Many of the books she had chosen he would have indeed used if he had found himself with the same predicament as hers. But, that didn’t stop him from huffing disdainfully and look down at her with a skeptical arched eyebrow.

"Clearly," he stated curtly and mockingly.

She repressed an eye roll.

"At least, I am trying !" she defended herself and glared at him. "I don’t see you helping much."

Professor Snape returned her glare, his eyes cold and unwavering. He placed the book back on the table and crossed his arms.

"And what would I possibly have to offer that these books do not ?" he asked with a smirk, his voice dripping with condescension. He had of course a lot of experience and knowledge. But he wasn’t about to share them for such a ridiculous and meaningless task.

She sighed and her forehead finally hit the table.

"Anything…At this point, I would as well make a deal with the devil." she replied—her voice muffled by the cold and flat surface of the wooden table. Professor Snape's eyebrows shot up in surprise at her words.

"Make a deal with the devil, hmm ?" he repeated, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, before leaning forward to taunt her. "How desperate have you become, Miss Pacino ?"

She didn’t answer.

Professor Snape picked up on her silence, and a flicker of understanding crossed his face. He could sense her desperation. He took a step back. He knew he should have already taken points from her house and send her to bed, but for some reason he just stared at this mess, that pathetic and desperate wreck of a woman. He had to confess that he found it entertaining—he found her entertaining. It was like watching the embodiment of Sisyphus—an old mythological human story of a man punished by the gods to push a rock up a hill for all eternity without ever reaching satisfaction. And here she was. Pushing a rock. A rock that would never reach the hill she longed for. And Severus seemed to be the perpetual unwilling witness of her endless epic struggles and failures…

Al groaned as her eyes kept trailing the lines of the book opened in front of her, but she was so tired that Severus wasn’t sure if she could even read a single line on that page…He watched her for a moment longer before he couldn’t stand it anymore. The tiredness and weariness in her expression tugged at his conscience, and against his better judgment, he spoke up once more.

"You are wasting your time," he said, his tone blunt and direct.

She ignored him.

Professor Snape's irritation flared at her dismissing attitude. He clenched his jaw and walked closer to the table. He then demanded her attention by slamming his hand down on the book she was reading, forcefully drawing her eyes up to meet his.

"Did you hear me, Miss Pacino ?" he snapped, his voice more stern and annoyed at that infuriating woman and her relentless desire for the impossible.

She groaned in annoyance.

"Yes. I heard you, Professor Snape. But somewhere in those books there could be an answer—a cure to my problem."

Professor Snape's eyes flashed, his frustration evident. He leant forward, towering over her as he made sure she heard his every word—trying to carve them into her brain.

"There is no cure in those books," he hissed. "The answers you seek cannot be found in a library. If they could, you would have found it by now."

She sighed in defeat. It was true that she had spent years pealing through all those books but…if maybe she had missed a word, some secret message, some kind of clue as to what was wrong with her then maybe…

Professor Snape observed her expression, watching her hope dwindle as she finally seemed to acknowledge the truth. He felt a pang of guilt as he watched her eyes lose their light, but quickly pushed the thought aside. He had to be firm, unyielding in his approach. It was the only way to make her accept that her efforts were futile and that she had to move on.

He straightened up, his voice sharper than before. "You are wasting your time and energy chasing after shadows, Miss Pacino."

"I have magic ! I have it ! I just…" She felt tears in her eyes and her fists clenched by her sides. "…There must be an answer somewhere."

Professor Snape's expression softened slightly at her words and the crack in her voice. She was clearly upset and he could see the pain and frustration etched on her face. And for a brief moment, he felt a twinge of empathy lit up within his being. His eyes flicked down to her clenched fists, then back up to her tear-filled eyes. He knew all too well the desperation of wanting something so badly, yet being unable to grasp it.

But he suppressed that knowledge and returned to his harsh façade.

"You are clinging to false hope," he stated, his voice cold and detached.

Tears fell down her cheeks as she seethed next:

"Why did everyone believe in Harry Potter, but refuse to believe in me ?"

Professor Snape's eyes darkened at her words. Harry Potter ? She was comparing herself to Harry Potter ? Severus wanted to laugh. He understood her frustration, the unfairness of being doubted when others were given hope. But to compare herself to Harry Potter ?

He shook his head.

"Because Harry Potter was the Chosen One," he retorted, his voice cold and unforgiving. "And you—Miss Pacino—are not."

She was left shocked and heartbroken by his harsh words…but that quickly changed to hot irrepressible rage as she flung a book at him.

"Get out !" she shouted.

Professor Snape dodged the flying book, his reflexes sharp and agile from years of experience. He looked at her with a mix of surprise and irritation. As the book smacked against the nearest bookshelf, he turned his gaze back to her, his eyes narrowed in annoyance and disbelief.

"You dare throw a book at your professor ?" he hissed. "Have you lost your mind, Miss Pacino ?"

She threw another one.

Professor Snape’s eyes widened in surprise as she hurled another book at him. His reflexes were swift, and he ducked again to avoid the attack. He clenched his jaw and stepped forward, his eyes flashing with irritation and anger.

"That is enough, Miss Pacino ! Cease this insolence at once !" he barked, his voice commanding and authoritative.

She didn’t hear him and kept swinging books at him. Professor Snape's irritation flared as she continued to throw books in his direction. He moved swiftly, dodging and ducking as each book came flying towards him.

He clenched his fists, just barely managing to contain his anger.

"Have you lost reason entirely ?!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the library. "Stop this nonsense immediately !"

However, he didn’t expect it when her red-rimmed eyes glared up at him—dark animosity in her gaze now. She heard him, but she loathed him for those cruel words. Oh. How she loathed him…All of them. All of those trying to discourage and discredit her. How dared they ?

She gritted her teeth and raised another book.

"You are cruel ! And insensitive ! And mean !" She kept throwing books at him.

Professor Snape watched as another book flew towards him, dodging it once more. His irritation grew with each tome she hurled at him. He clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to maintain his composure, but her blatant disrespect was testing his patience dangerously.

"That is enough, Miss Pacino," he growled, his voice edged with anger. "Stop this temper tantrum immediately."

Professor Snape's eyes flicked between the next book hurtling towards him and her flushed face. She was angry and hurt. And she wanted someone else to feel it—feel her frustration and pain. He swiftly dodged the book, his growing irritation now mixing with rage at her insolence. He could feel his control slipping, the authoritative facade he had maintained for so long beginning to crack.

He took a step forward, his voice firm and commanding.

"Enough!" he thundered, his words like a whip in the air. "I will not tolerate this insolence. Stop throwing books at me, now."

Since she was all out of ammo anyway, Al sighed in defeat and finally sat down.

Professor Snape stood there, panting slightly from the exertion of dodging the tempest of books. He watched as she finally sat down, clearly drained. His irritation and anger slowly gave way to a sense of frustration and disbelief. He couldn't believe her audacity, throwing books at him in a fit of anger.

His eyes narrowed once more as he regarded her for a moment, contemplating what he should do next to this impertinent and impulsive little pest…He took a few deep breaths to compose himself before speaking again. His voice was firm and stern, but his initial anger had subsided somewhat.

"Miss Pacino," he began, his eyes locking onto hers, "would you care to explain the reason behind such an outburst ?"

She was panting and closed her eyes—her heart beating wildly in her chest. He was asking why ? She would tell him why !

"…You told me I wasn’t the Chosen One. Maybe I am not, but I would like people to believe in me. Believe that I can do it. Just one person. And you just keep trying to bring me down."

Professor Snape's expression softened slightly, his features easing from their usual stoicism. He understood her frustration, her anger. To be doubted, to be dismissed was painful, especially when others were showered with faith.

"Miss Pacino," he said, his voice more measured, "it is not about not believing in you. It is about being realistic—knowing one's own limits."

She gritted her teeth and shook her head.

"I just want to know what is blocking me. I just wanna know if I will one day be able to use magic. Or am I gonna end up like Filch…"

Professor Snape's eyes narrowed as he listened to her words. He understood her desperation, her need to know what was preventing her from using magic. But this…this was taking a toll on her own mental health. He paused for a moment, his mind weighing his options.

"I will look into it, Miss Pacino," he said after a moment. "But I cannot promise any answers right now."

She looked up at him with her eyes widened in surprise.

"…Really ? You’re going to help me ?"

He gave a small nod in response.

"Yes," he confirmed. "I will look into your issue and see what I can find. But trust me, Miss Pacino, I will not provide false hope. I will not lie."

He sat down next to her, his eyes searching her face for a moment before speaking again.

"But in return, you must promise me something."

She promptly nodded.

"Anything, sir."

He looked straight into her eyes.

"Promise me that you will not let this issue consume you. No more late-night broom flying activities, no more sleepless nights and no more throwing books at your professors…"

She sighed and nodded begrudgingly.

"Fine. Alright. I apologise, sir. That was very rude of me."

Professor Snape nodded, satisfied by her apology.

"See that it doesn't happen again. I've had quite enough flying books hurled at me for a lifetime."

Al smiled.

"I would imagine so. Yes."

Professor Snape's lips twitched, a hint of a sarcastic smirk appearing on his face.

"Yes, quite the unpleasant experience," he remarked dryly. "I don't usually include dodging flying books in my nightly routine."

Al didn’t think Professor Snape could joke or that she would laugh at them—but she found herself chuckling nonetheless.

"If Hogwarts made it a sport—I would be a champion."

Professor Snape's smirk widened, a hint of amusement now dancing in his eyes.

"Don't flatter yourself too much, Miss Pacino," he retorted, his voice laced with dry wit. "There's a substantial difference between hurling books at a professor out of anger and actually hitting your target."

She smirked.

"If I really wanted to hit you, professor…I wouldn’t have missed."

Professor Snape raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly in challenge.

"Is that a threat, Miss Pacino ?" he asked and she kept her smile.

"No. A fact."

Professor Snape held her gaze for a few moments, his eyes studying hers. He finally huffed in disbelief. That girl was unbelievable…

"Ah, arrogance," he drawled, a hint of dry amusement in his voice. "A trait you possess in abundance, it would seem."

She kept her smile.

"A Gryffindor will remain a Gryffindor."

Professor Snape rolled his eyes slightly at her comment—clearly unimpressed.

"Oh, how delightful," he replied, sarcasm lacing his voice. "A Gryffindor who takes pride in their arrogance. Truly a credit to your house."

She laughed and Professor Snape's eyes narrowed, his irritation returning.

"I fail to see what's so amusing about your blatant disregard for authority," he snapped, his voice turning sharper once more. "Your audacity is astounding."

Her laughter died down slowly and she shrugged.

"…After so many years trapped between the walls of Hogwarts and seeing people around me living my dreams, I have come to realise that if I didn’t laugh at myself, then I would just cry. And believe me, sir…You do not want to see me cry. It is a pitiful sight."

She stood up and started putting the books back of their shelves.

"But I guess you are right. This was enough excitement for one night. I will go to bed and hope that—somehow—you will find a way to help me find my magic."

Professor Snape's irritation softened slightly as she spoke. He had seen her anger, her frustration, but this was the first time he saw resignation. He sighed and stood up.

"Get some rest, Miss Pacino. The library will still be here tomorrow."

She smiled before looking around the library.

"Yes. It will still be there. It is stuck here. Just like me." She replied cryptically before walking out of the library. "Good night, professor."

Professor Snape watched her leave until she disappeared out of the library. Her final words echoed in his mind, the sadness in her voice weighing on him more than he cared to admit.

He let out a heavy sigh, his hand coming up to rub his temple, a frown set firmly on his face. A dozen thoughts swirled in his mind, his irritation at her earlier behaviour battling with a twinge of empathy he stubbornly tried to suppress. With a final scoff, he turned to the rest of the books scattered on the floor and began to clean up the mess she had left behind with a flick of his wand.

Once the library had been restored to its usual order, Professor Snape returned to his office and sat down at his desk. No matter how much he wanted to dismiss her, to tell her that it was futile, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to help her, if only to ease his own conscience.

He made a mental note to begin researching old textbooks and rare magical lore the next day. Even as he retired to his bed that night, Professor Snape couldn’t shake the image of Miss Pacino out of his mind, the sight of her pitiful tantrum and of her sitting on that chair with her head in her hands, fighting back tears after having gone trough books and books of magical knowledge without any result to show for. He then found himself questioning why he cared about her issue at all, when he had spent years being cold and distant towards all of his other students.

Severus sighed and closed his eyes.

…Why ?

[pondslime]

Do you think that what Bo said about him and his brothers ending up in foster care was also a lie? I've seen some who think he wasn't lying about that but I don't think the timing and the codependency him and his brothers have adds up to them being separated for a bit, ya know? Sorry for bombarding you with a question but ugh there's just so much untouched lore potential I wanna screeeeeam

*cracking knuckles* oh baby u just opened the floodgates I am about to be SO fckn annoying

so personally, I very much believe that bo's spinning an ENTIRE crock of shit during that conversation w/carly and wade

something that I think we all need to highlight more is that the baby idiot himself has SUCH a flair for the dramatic. our favorite caveman is a chronic theater kid. like, okay acting 101? okay thespian? okay daytime soap OPERA??? the scene he sets for this fuckmurdermayhem is just...................SO grotesque and dramatic and entirely UNNECESSARY LMAO

he's a weirdo who has sequestered himself in a town full of corpses and u just KNOW the gaps between the wax nonsense are LONG and BORING and he's ANTSY

the whole time he's chasing carly thru town he's just. blissed out. goin hehehehehhehehehehe be vewwy vewwwy quiet!! we're huntin' wabbits!!! elmer fudd-mode FULLY engaged

he GRINS before he's shot by a fckin crossbow?????????? BABY???? WHAT ARE U DOING??????

he is truly on some other shit!! convinced his bargain bin broadway play will go off without a hitch and he will somehow??? be getting a standing ovation for his foolishness????

sighing DREAMILY

this is the most fun he's had in possibly months, and he's living la vida loca. he's that one tiktok of all the kids performing summer loving in the denny's. this is his golden globes. his bafta (big ass fucking truck absurdity). his academy award winning performance, starring his raging boner & very little foresight!!!!

I think there might be LIL grains of truth to his story, ofc. the best lies have small kernels of truth to them, and bo's lies seem to work the best when he adds those in (mentioning that he's close to the deceased to incur pity/getting nick to agree to follow him to a second location by mentioning that they might have gone up to the house)

but I do believe that most of it is complete bullshit lmao

there is absolutely no way in hell that those boys EVER got separated. to me!!! at least!! nope. they were in that miserable little house together the whole time. vincent and bo's interactions together speak to years of sibling tension and growing resentment. lester's inclusion in all of this w/his role of like. the ferryman to the fckin UNDERWORLD that is ambrose. is so v a marker of his attachment to his older brothers

they're all inextricably linked!!!!!!

bo 100% killed victor tho. u do not mime shooting urself in the head when discussing ur dad's death if u did not shoot him point blank range w/a smile on ur face. u simply do not. not entirely sure if he killed trudy. feel like that might've been vincent/a group job. or. pet theory. she DID just die of natural causes. or. other pet theory. she was actively participating/aware of the first couple murders. we'll never know but. huh

I also REALLY don't buy the "trudy got a cyst in her brain" stuff. I've played around w/it in a couple fics, but I v much think the probablity of it being a complete fabrication? oh 99.9%. most definitely. talking about ur mom getting strapped to the bed & screaming loud enough for the whole town to hear? hsdfjhfdsjhsdf BOY GOODBYE.

like????? that's SUCH a deranged thing to tell someone u just met. and it v much seems like smthn he tossed out to purposefully unnerve them. he didn't have to say that, but he DID. bc he loves the cat and mouse game. that's why he creeps on them @ the campsite. he's so deeply abnormal

it's all this weird sad little story that's designed to make u uncomfortable. also. sidenote......................in this version of the scene that he's set, he's the mourning parishioner sadly recounting a tale of woe that he's notably detached to. who is he in relation to the story he weaves? nobody. just an observer.

if life could be a fckin dream boseph!!!

BTW. he does this in the original script, but it's somehow EVEN weirder.

he is. and I CANNOT stress this enough. roleplaying as a kid in the neighborhood that trudy liked and would spoil.

???????????????????????????????????????????

babygirl is truly going thru it!!!!!! babygirl this is EMBARRASSING!!!!!! ur MOMMY ISSUES!!!!!!!!!!! BABYGIRL!!!!!!!!! they are SHOWING!!!!! they are STAPLED to ur forehead!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

he's so ABNORMAL!!!!!!! I need to make out w/him!!!!!!!! RN!!!!!!!!!!!

vincent waiting 2 hear what dumbass alternate reality bo has cooked up for this batch of tourists:

I always talk about how dumb bo is. and I mean every word of it. I really do. but I do think he's got a couple braincells.

I v much feel like he's v much a creature of habit. he's been doing this shebang for years n years and he knows how it goes. he gets his fuckin n suckin and vincent gets his wax sculptures. bada bing bada boom. showtime baby.

his "plan" is v much as solid as a plastic bag drifting thru the wind, wanting to start again. he is fr hinging this whole thing on a series of events, that, should they not happen, he has no alternative for. and he is so weird and so strange and cannot deviate from his script LEST he get pissymad and ruin everything. he's so dumb. I'm so v in love w/him.

TL; DR!!

I wrote this for my peabrain video essay script and it's all the above bullshit nonsense. but more coherent:

& an unrelated bit. bc it's still my favorite bit of the script & the only part I recorded a voice clip for sfjdhdfjshdfs

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Day 4 - Prompt: Evoke @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 963 words

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Lily eyed the four blokes blocking her way suspiciously. This impasse started about ten minutes ago and three aisles over with Remus distracting her from reshelving the returns with a long-winded story about a pair of “lost ships.” He clearly thought that it was the perfect allegory for missed opportunities, but it sounded particularly absurd to hear from his lips.

Then, Sirius appeared from nowhere and steered the conversation toward social media stalkers, which was apparently a little too on the nose for Remus. When she’d finally slipped past them, James stopped her in the next aisle to ask if she was attending the Yule Festival tonight, and when she said “yes,” he proceeded to incorporate her into their collective plans. Lily managed to duck into the last aisle and reshelve the remaining four biographies in her hands, only to find all four of them blocking her exit afterwards.

“What‘s this then?” she demanded, propping her hands on her hips. “I haven’t seen you here in weeks,” Lily pointed out to Remus before eyeing Sirius and James, “and the two of you are rarely indoors for more than twenty minutes.”

She gestured vaguely at the small stack of books in Regulus’s hand. “He’s the only one who seems to know what a bookshop’s purpose is.”

“I don’t know why they’re here, but I wasn’t going to turn down a chance to buy books,” Regulus admitted with a shrug. He glanced between Sirius and Remus curiously. “Why are you here?”

“We,” Sirius said, gesturing between himself and Remus, “are here to visit with Lily. Since I’m only in town for a few more days, I thought it would be nice to spend some time together. Evoke a little friendly comradery.”

James nodded avidly, which wasn’t at all suspicious. “Right, and I’m here to buy Regulus books for the ride home. I just figured you might want to join all of us tonight.”

“All of you? And how many is that meant to be?” she checked.

“My parents, Sirius, Remus, Regulus, me, Peter, and Pandora,” James replied, ticking the names off of his fingers. “Yeah, I think that’s it.”

Lily frowned as she went through the list internally. “So, is that four couples? And me?”

“Oh, no! Pandora is my flatmate from London, and she’s coming to meet James,” Regulus assured her. “I haven’t even met Peter yet.”

“He’s a friend from uni,” Sirius replied quickly. A little too quickly.

“Remus? What’s going on here?”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced. “A coincidence?”

“If you say so.” Lily flailed her hands at the blockade until Regulus ducked behind James and Remus stepped out of her way. “I have work to do. Can whatever you’re plotting wait until tonight?”

“So, you will join us?” James asked, rocking on his heels like a small child.

“I’ll be at the festival. If I run into the lot of you, so be it, but I’m not committing to wasting my whole night following you idiots around,” she said, rolling her eyes at Sirius’s scoff. Spinning on her heel, she glared at Remus pointedly. “If I find out you’re trying to set me up again, and I will find out, you will not like the consequences, Remus John Lupin.”

“Definitely not,” he agreed.

Sirius looked gobsmacked. “John? Remus John?”

Lily strode away with her head held high and her arms swinging at her sides. She was confident in two things after that confrontation: Remus wouldn’t dare attempt to replicate the Gideon and Fabian incident from uni and the combination of James and Sirius was asking for trouble. As if she didn’t already know those two were as brilliant as they were foolish. She just wished that they didn’t drag Remus into their nonsense.

And me. Leave me out of this. Whatever “this” is.

She busied herself straightening the display tables out front until the quartet of chaos left. The last thing she needed was to be caught up in one of their “incidents.” The Potters may be dear friends of Mr. Lupin, but their son and his friends set off her red flag alarm. Individually, they were fine, but together? Pure chaos.

“Lily? Phone call for you!” Alice called, waving from the back office.

She waved back as she reached for the handset at the register. “Thank you, Alice!”

“Hello, this is Lily, can I help you?”

A long silence followed. It wasn’t one of those creepers that breathe into the receiver, or even the empty mechanical silence of a telemarketer who hadn’t connected yet. This was…shy.

Lily toyed with the old, misshapen cord that connected the phone to the wall. Mr. Lupin refused to replace it with a cordless or headset because he was afraid they’d lose it. The man could be such a dinosaur for only being fifty-five.

“Hello?”

“Oh, sorry. I wasn’t expecting…I mean, you caught me off-guard, that’s all.” The voice was both timid and defensive, but slowly lifting in volume.

“Alright, what can I do for you?” she repeated, keeping her tone as professional as possible.

“I was looking for a book about…never mind, you probably don’t have it.”

The call ended abruptly and left Lily staring at the archaic device in confusion. It stung a little to be dismissed so quickly, which was stupid. She hung up the phone and shook her head clear.

Leave it. Just a weird one, that’s all.

Except it nagged at the back of her mind the rest of the day. The woman’s voice was strong, but she’d rambled as though her thoughts were scattered on the floor and puzzling them together was too much effort. The hang-up was likely from her own embarrassment for being caught daydreaming, and yet…she couldn’t help wondering who she was.

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[haku2naomi420]

• 馬鹿らしい 「ばからしい」 - (adj-i) absurd, foolish, stupid, silly, nonsense, ludicrous, preposterous, laughable, ridiculous

• 馬鹿 「ばか」 - (n) (1) (usually kana only) idiot, moron, fool, (2) (usually kana only) trivial matter, folly, absurdity, (adj-na) (3) (usually kana only) stupid, foolish, dull, absurd, ridiculous, (n,adj-na) (4) (usually kana only) (usually in compounds) fervent enthusiast, nut, person singularly obsessed with something, (n) (5) (abbreviation) (usually kana only) Mactra chinensis (species of trough shell)

[chocolatenhappy]

Jacob Changes His Life (Racial TF)

Jacob Changes his Life (Racial TF, Beta → Alpha)

Chapter 1: The Gift of Transformation

Jacob Perkins was the kind of young man who blended into the background of life. At 22 years old, he was the epitome of unremarkable: thin, pale, and perpetually overshadowed by his more charismatic peers. He worked a quiet job at the Maplewood Public Library, where he spent his days lost in the pages of books, escaping the dull monotony of his existence.

Jacob’s life was predictable and uneventful. He lived alone in a small apartment, had a routine that rarely varied, and had long since given up on the dreams of excitement and adventure that had once filled his childhood imagination. Yet, despite his unassuming nature, Jacob harbored a deep, unspoken yearning for something more—something that would break the chains of his ordinary life.

One chilly autumn evening, as Jacob was closing up the library, a stranger walked in. The man was tall, with an air of mystery about him. He wore a long, dark coat and a hat that cast a shadow over his face. Jacob, always eager to help, approached the man.

“Can I help you find something?” Jacob asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The stranger smiled, a knowing glint in his eye. “I believe you can, Jacob.”

Startled, Jacob frowned. “How do you know my name?”

The man’s smile widened. “I know many things, Jacob. I know the life you lead, the dreams you’ve buried. I also know you’re meant for more.”

Jacob felt a chill run down his spine. “What are you talking about?”

Without answering, the stranger reached into his coat and pulled out a small, ornate box. He handed it to Jacob. “This is for you. It’s a gift.”

Jacob took the box hesitantly. “What is it?”

“A catalyst for change,” the man said cryptically. “Open it when you’re ready to embrace your true potential.”

Before Jacob could ask any more questions, the stranger turned and walked out of the library, leaving Jacob standing there, confused and intrigued.

That night, in the solitude of his apartment, Jacob sat on his bed, staring at the box. It was intricately carved with symbols he didn’t recognize, and it seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy. Taking a deep breath, he opened it.

Inside the box was a small vial filled with a shimmering, amber liquid. Attached to the vial was a note, written in elegant, flowing script: “To unleash your inner strength, drink this and let the transformation begin.”

Jacob hesitated. It sounded absurd, like something out of a fantasy novel. But the stranger’s words echoed in his mind, and the allure of change was too strong to resist. With a mixture of fear and excitement, Jacob uncorked the vial and drank the liquid in one swift gulp.

For a moment, nothing happened. Jacob sat there, feeling foolish for believing in such nonsense. But then, a warmth began to spread through his body, starting at his core and radiating outward. His skin tingled, and he felt a strange energy coursing through his veins.

Over the next few days, Jacob noticed subtle changes. His appetite increased dramatically, and he found himself craving rich, hearty foods. His once-skinny frame began to fill out, muscles slowly emerging where there had been none before. He grew an inch taller, and his skin took on a healthy, sun-kissed glow.

As the weeks passed, the changes became more pronounced. Jacob’s muscles grew larger and more defined, but a thick layer of fat also began to accumulate, giving him a powerful, imposing presence. His hair darkened to a deep black and began to curl tightly against his scalp. His nose broadened, his lips thickened, and his skin darkened beyond a mere tan, taking on a rich, deep brown hue.

Jacob’s voice deepened, and he began to carry himself with a newfound confidence. People who had once ignored him now found themselves drawn to his presence. His coworkers at the library couldn’t believe the transformation, whispering in awe about the change in the once-unassuming young man.

But it wasn’t just his appearance that was changing. Jacob felt a surge of raw, primal power within him. He became more assertive, more entitled, and a growing sense of aggression and desire began to dominate his thoughts. He relished the attention he received, the way people now looked at him with a mix of awe and fear.

Jacob’s transformation was not something he had asked for, nor was it something he could control. It was as if some higher power had decided that he was meant for more, that bigger was better, and had gifted him this incredible change. The quiet, unassuming boy named Jacob was disappearing, replaced by someone new. Someone who demanded respect, who took what he wanted, who was ready to embrace his new identity and spread his influence far and wide.

As Jacob stood in front of the mirror, staring at his new reflection, he couldn’t help but smile. The journey was just beginning, and he was ready to embrace whatever came next.

Chapter 2: Awakening Power

Jacob awoke one morning to the sun streaming through his window, casting a golden glow over his transformed body. He stretched, feeling the weight and power of his new muscles and the thick layer of fat that added to his imposing presence. The bed creaked under his newfound mass as he swung his legs over the side and stood up, towering over his surroundings with a confidence he had never felt before.

His apartment, once a haven of solitude, now felt too small, too confining. He needed to be out in the world, to explore the boundaries of his new identity. The library, with its musty books and quiet corners, was no longer the sanctuary it had once been. He craved something more stimulating, something that matched the raw energy coursing through his veins.

Jacob dressed quickly, pulling on clothes that now clung tightly to his expanded frame. The once-loose jeans were snug around his thick thighs and rounded belly, and his shirt strained across his broad chest and shoulders. He looked in the mirror and saw not the shy, unassuming boy he had been, but a powerful, confident man ready to take on the world.

As he stepped outside, he felt the crisp autumn air invigorate him. His senses were heightened, every sound and smell more vivid than before. He walked down the street with a purpose, his strides longer and more assured. People turned to look at him as he passed, their eyes widening in surprise and admiration.

Jacob made his way to a nearby café, a place he had often frequented before his transformation. He ordered a large breakfast, his appetite ravenous. As he ate, he felt eyes on him—curious, admiring, envious. He reveled in the attention, the way people now seemed to hang on his every move.

As he finished his meal, a young woman approached him. She was petite and blonde, with bright blue eyes that sparkled with curiosity. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice hesitant. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Have we met before?”

Jacob smiled, a slow, confident grin that made the woman blush. “I don’t think so,” he replied, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. “I’m Jacob.”

“I’m Emily,” she said, extending a hand. “I’ve been coming to this café for years, but I’ve never seen you here before. You’re...different.”

Jacob chuckled. “You could say that. I’ve been through some changes lately.”

Emily’s eyes roamed over his muscular frame, her cheeks flushing. “I can see that. You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” Jacob said, his smile widening. “Would you like to join me?”

Emily nodded eagerly, taking a seat across from him. They talked for hours, Jacob’s new confidence and charisma drawing her in. He found himself enjoying the conversation, the way she laughed at his jokes and hung on his every word. For the first time in his life, he felt truly seen, truly admired.

As the sun began to set, Jacob walked Emily home. They stood on her doorstep, the air thick with anticipation. Emily looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “Would you like to come in?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Jacob hesitated for a moment, feeling the surge of raw, primal power within him. He leaned down and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless. “I’d love to,” he said, his voice a low growl.

They spent the night together, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and desire. Jacob marveled at the strength and endurance of his new form, the way his muscles moved and flexed, the way his expanded pouch filled out his underwear, stretching to accommodate his new size. Emily’s hands roamed over his body, her touch igniting a fire within him.

As dawn broke, Jacob lay in bed, Emily asleep beside him. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, a feeling of power and control that he had never known before. This transformation, this gift, was everything he had ever wanted and more. He was no longer the unassuming boy who blended into the background. He was a man, powerful and entitled, ready to embrace his new identity and spread his influence far and wide.

Jacob knew that this was only the beginning. There was so much more to explore, so much more to experience. As he looked down at Emily, a slow smile spread across his face. The journey was just beginning, and he was ready to take on whatever came next.

Chapter 3: Expanding Horizons

Jacob's life continued to transform in ways he had never imagined. The changes in his body and demeanor were just the beginning. He began to see the world through new eyes, no longer content with the small, insular life he had once led. His newfound confidence and physical presence demanded more—more experiences, more challenges, more opportunities to assert his dominance.

One day, as Jacob walked through the bustling streets of Maplewood, he noticed a sign for a local gym. He had never set foot in a gym before, but the idea intrigued him. His body was already changing, growing stronger and more powerful, but he wanted to push it further. He wanted to see just how far this transformation could go.

The gym was a hive of activity, filled with people lifting weights, running on treadmills, and engaging in intense workouts. Jacob felt a surge of excitement as he approached the front desk.

“Hey there,” he said to the receptionist, a muscular man with a friendly smile. “I’m interested in joining. Can you give me a tour?”

“Sure thing,” the receptionist said, his eyes widening slightly as he took in Jacob’s imposing figure. “My name’s Mike. Let me show you around.”

As Mike led Jacob through the gym, explaining the different machines and workout areas, Jacob couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. This was exactly what he needed—a place to channel his newfound energy and strength, to test the limits of his transformed body.

After the tour, Jacob signed up for a membership and immediately headed to the weight room. He started with the basics, lifting weights and working on his form. The effort felt exhilarating, his muscles responding eagerly to the challenge. He could feel himself growing stronger with each repetition, the powerful combination of muscle and fat giving him an almost supernatural strength.

Over the next few weeks, Jacob became a regular at the gym. His dedication and hard work paid off, his body continuing to transform at an astonishing rate. He grew taller and more muscular, his once-slender frame now a powerhouse of strength and size. His skin darkened further, his features becoming more pronounced and defined. The stares and whispers from others only fueled his determination.

One evening, after an intense workout, Jacob was approached by a group of men who had been watching him with interest. They were all heavily muscled, their confidence and camaraderie evident in their relaxed, easy manner.

“Hey, man,” one of them said, extending a hand. “I’m Marcus. We’ve been noticing you. You’re making some serious gains.”

Jacob shook his hand, feeling a sense of pride. “Thanks. I’ve been putting in a lot of work.”

“You can tell,” Marcus said with a grin. “We’re part of a bodybuilding club here. We push each other to be our best, to keep getting bigger and stronger. You should join us.”

Jacob felt a thrill of excitement at the invitation. This was exactly what he needed—a group of like-minded individuals who shared his drive and ambition. “I’d love to,” he said. “Count me in.”

Joining the bodybuilding club took Jacob’s transformation to a new level. The men were intense and focused, their workouts pushing him to his limits. They shared tips on nutrition, training routines, and supplements, all designed to maximize growth and strength. Jacob’s body responded eagerly, the combination of muscle and fat giving him an imposing, almost god-like physique.

As his body grew, so did his confidence. Jacob found himself becoming more aggressive, more entitled. He took what he wanted without hesitation, his newfound power giving him a sense of invincibility. His interactions with others became more assertive, more dominant. He relished the attention, the way people now looked at him with a mix of awe and fear.

One night, after a particularly grueling workout, Marcus invited Jacob to join him and a few others for a drink. They went to a nearby bar, their powerful presence commanding attention as they entered. People moved aside, giving them space, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

As they sat at a table, enjoying their drinks and laughing together, Jacob felt a sense of camaraderie and belonging he had never known before. These men were like him—strong, confident, and unafraid to take what they wanted. They talked about their lives, their ambitions, and their conquests, their stories filled with a sense of entitlement and power.

Jacob found himself drawn to their lifestyle, their unapologetic embrace of their own strength and dominance. He listened eagerly, absorbing their wisdom and experiences. He wanted to be like them, to live a life of power and influence.

As the night wore on, Jacob noticed a group of women at a nearby table, their eyes on him and his friends. They were whispering and giggling, clearly interested. Marcus noticed too, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Looks like we’ve got some admirers,” he said, nudging Jacob. “Why don’t you go over there and introduce yourself?”

Jacob felt a surge of confidence. He stood up, his imposing figure drawing the women’s attention immediately. He walked over to their table, his smile charming and confident.

“Good evening, ladies,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down their spines. “Mind if I join you?”

The women blushed and giggled, clearly flattered by his attention. “Of course not,” one of them said, her eyes sparkling with interest. “I’m Sarah, and these are my friends Emily and Jessica.”

Jacob smiled, taking a seat. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jacob.”

They spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, Jacob’s confidence and charm captivating the women. He felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that his transformation had given him the power and presence he had always desired. As the night drew to a close, he exchanged numbers with Sarah, promising to call her soon.

Walking home, Jacob felt a sense of fulfillment and excitement. His life had changed in ways he had never imagined, and he was eager to see where this journey would take him next. He was no longer the unassuming boy who blended into the background. He was a powerful, confident man, ready to embrace whatever challenges and opportunities came his way.

The transformation was far from complete, and Jacob knew that there was still so much more to discover, so much more to experience. He was ready to push his limits, to explore the full extent of his newfound power and influence. The journey was just beginning, and Jacob was ready to take on the world.

Chapter 4: Embracing Desire

Jacob couldn't stop smiling as he walked home that night, his mind filled with thoughts of Sarah, Emily, and Jessica. He had gotten all three of their numbers, and the idea of being with them all at once sent a thrill through him. His transformation had given him not just the physical power but also the confidence to pursue his deepest desires. He wanted to experience everything his new body had to offer, to fulfill his role as a man in every way possible.

The next few days, Jacob continued his rigorous workouts and basked in the admiration of his friends and the gym members. His body continued to grow, muscles thickening, and his skin taking on an even deeper bronze hue. He felt invincible, ready to conquer any challenge and indulge in every pleasure.

One evening, as he was finishing up his workout, he decided to put his plan into motion. He sent a text to Sarah, Emily, and Jessica, inviting them to his apartment for dinner. He kept the message casual but confident, knowing that his newfound charm and magnetism would be enough to entice them.

To his delight, all three women agreed. He spent the next day preparing, cooking a delicious meal and setting the mood in his apartment. He wanted everything to be perfect for the evening ahead. As the sun began to set, he took one last look at himself in the mirror, admiring the transformation that had turned him into a powerful, confident man.

When the doorbell rang, Jacob felt a surge of excitement. He opened the door to find Sarah, Emily, and Jessica standing there, each looking stunning and clearly impressed by his appearance. He welcomed them in, his smile warm and inviting.

“Wow, Jacob, you look amazing,” Sarah said, her eyes roaming over his muscular frame.

“Thank you,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth. “You all look incredible too. Come in, make yourselves comfortable.”

They settled into the living room, chatting and laughing as Jacob served drinks and appetizers. The atmosphere was relaxed and flirtatious, the chemistry between them growing stronger with each passing moment. As they moved to the dining table for dinner, Jacob could feel the anticipation building.

Over the course of the meal, he found himself drawn to each of them, enjoying their company and the way they responded to him. He was no longer the shy, unassuming boy he had once been. He was in control, confident and assertive, ready to take what he wanted.

After dinner, they moved back to the living room, the conversation turning more intimate. Jacob could see the desire in their eyes, and he knew they were ready for more. He stood up, holding out his hands to Sarah and Emily.

“Why don’t we move this to the bedroom?” he suggested, his voice low and enticing.

Sarah and Emily exchanged glances, their faces flushed with excitement. Jessica stood up as well, her eyes fixed on Jacob. “I think that’s a great idea,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

They followed Jacob to the bedroom, where he had already dimmed the lights and set the mood. As they entered the room, he turned to face them, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Jacob took a deep breath, feeling the raw, primal energy within him. He reached out, gently pulling Sarah, Emily, and Jessica into his arms. Their bodies pressed against his, their hands exploring the hard planes of his muscles and the soft warmth of his skin. He could feel their excitement, their desire, and it only fueled his own.

As they tumbled onto the bed, Jacob took his time, savoring every touch, every kiss. He reveled in the way they responded to him, their moans of pleasure filling the room. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was fulfilling his role as a man, giving them pleasure while embracing his own desires.

The night was a blur of passion and ecstasy, Jacob moving between Sarah, Emily, and Jessica, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire. He felt more alive than ever, every touch and kiss igniting a fire within him. His newfound strength and confidence allowed him to take control, to dominate and please them in ways he had never imagined.

As the night wore on, Jacob lost himself in the pleasure, his senses overwhelmed by the feel of their bodies against his, their voices crying out in ecstasy. He felt a primal connection to them, a sense of fulfillment that went beyond mere physical pleasure. He was no longer just Jacob; he was a powerful, dominant man, fulfilling his duty and embracing his true nature.

When the sun finally began to rise, Jacob lay in bed, his arms wrapped around Sarah, Emily, and Jessica. They were exhausted but content, their bodies pressed close to his. He looked down at them, a slow smile spreading across his face. He had never felt so complete, so powerful.

The journey of his transformation was far from over, but Jacob knew that he was ready for whatever came next. He had embraced his desires, his power, and his true nature. He was no longer the unassuming boy who had once blended into the background. He was a man, ready to take on the world and fulfill his destiny.

As he drifted off to sleep, Jacob felt a deep sense of satisfaction and anticipation. The future was filled with endless possibilities, and he was ready to embrace them all. The journey had only just begun, and Jacob was eager to see where it would lead him next.

Chapter 5: Aftercare and Desire

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Jacob awoke to the warmth of Sarah, Emily, and Jessica nestled against him. The night had been an exploration of newfound power and pleasure, but now, as they stirred, he felt a deeper connection forming. The afterglow was as intoxicating as the passion that had consumed them hours before.

Jacob gently extricated himself from the tangle of limbs and quietly slipped out of bed. He headed to the kitchen, his mind already planning the perfect breakfast. He wanted to show them that his transformation wasn't just about physical changes and primal desires; it was also about caring for those who shared in his journey.

As he cooked, the aroma of bacon, eggs, and pancakes filled the apartment. One by one, the women emerged, drawn by the delicious scent. They looked at Jacob with a mix of admiration and gratitude, their eyes reflecting the bond they had formed.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Emily said, wrapping her arms around Jacob from behind.

Jacob turned, his broad chest brushing against her. “I wanted to. Last night was amazing, and I want to make sure you all know how much I appreciate it.”

They sat down to eat, the conversation light and filled with laughter. Jacob felt a sense of pride and fulfillment, knowing that he had not only satisfied his desires but also created a memorable experience for Sarah, Emily, and Jessica. They talked about everything and nothing, enjoying the easy camaraderie that had developed.

After breakfast, as they lounged in the living room, Jessica broke the comfortable silence. “You know, Jacob, last night was incredible. I never thought I’d be part of something like that, but it felt so right.”

Sarah and Emily nodded in agreement. “It was more than I ever imagined,” Sarah added. “I feel like we’ve all changed in some way.”

Jacob smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction. “I’m glad you feel that way. I’ve changed a lot recently, and I think last night was just the beginning. I want more of these experiences, and I want to share them with you.”

Emily’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You mean…you want to do this again?”

Jacob nodded, his expression serious. “Yes, I do. And not just once. I want this to be a regular part of our lives. I want to explore this connection we have and see where it takes us.”

The women exchanged glances, their excitement palpable. “I’m definitely up for it,” Jessica said, her voice filled with anticipation.

“Me too,” Sarah agreed. “I feel like there’s so much more we can experience together.”

Emily leaned in closer, her voice a low whisper. “And what about the other changes, Jacob? You’re getting bigger, darker, and more…intense. Do you want that to continue?”

Jacob felt a thrill at her words. “Yes, I do. I want to see how far this transformation can go. I want to become the best version of myself, and I want you to be part of that journey.”

The women’s eyes glowed with excitement and anticipation. “We’re with you, Jacob,” Emily said, her voice filled with determination. “We want to see where this journey takes us too.”

Over the next few weeks, Jacob’s transformation continued. His body grew larger and more muscular, his skin darkening to a rich, deep brown. His features became more pronounced, his presence more commanding. The workouts at the gym intensified, his strength and endurance reaching new heights. He became a force to be reckoned with, his power and confidence evident in every move he made.

Sarah, Emily, and Jessica were there every step of the way, their bond growing stronger with each shared experience. They embraced his transformation, their desire for him growing with each passing day. They loved the way his body felt against theirs, the way he took control and fulfilled their deepest desires.

The nights they spent together became more intense, more passionate. Jacob’s larger, darker body was a source of fascination and excitement for them. They reveled in the way his muscles rippled under their touch, the way his skin glowed with an almost otherworldly radiance. Each encounter left them craving more, their desire for him insatiable.

One night, as they lay in bed, exhausted but content, Sarah looked up at Jacob, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. “Jacob, you’ve become so much more than I ever imagined. You’re powerful, confident, and absolutely irresistible. I can’t get enough of you.”

Jacob smiled, his hand gently caressing her cheek. “I feel the same way about all of you. You’ve been a part of this transformation, and I couldn’t have done it without your support and desire. I want to keep growing, to keep exploring this connection we have.”

Emily leaned in, her voice a soft whisper. “We want that too, Jacob. We want to be with you every step of the way, to experience everything this journey has to offer.”

Jessica nodded, her eyes shining with determination. “We’re all in, Jacob. Let’s see just how far this transformation can go.”

Jacob felt a surge of emotion, a deep sense of gratitude and love for the women who had become such an integral part of his life. He pulled them close, their bodies pressed against his, and whispered, “Thank you. For everything. Let’s continue this journey together, and see where it takes us.”

As they drifted off to sleep, Jacob knew that the future held endless possibilities. His transformation was far from complete, and he was eager to embrace every challenge and opportunity that came his way. With Sarah, Emily, and Jessica by his side, he felt unstoppable, ready to take on the world and fulfill his true potential. The journey had only just begun, and Jacob was ready to see just how far it could go.

Chapter 6: Marking Loyalty and Embracing Power

Jamar awoke one morning to the familiar warmth of Sarah, Emily, and Jessica nestled against him. His transformation had not only altered his body but had also created an unbreakable bond between him and the three women. Their desire for him was insatiable, and their loyalty unwavering. They had all agreed to take their commitment to the next level, marking their devotion to him in a way that was both intimate and public.

As they lay together, Jamar's hand gently caressed Sarah's smooth, curvaceous back. She stirred and looked up at him with a sleepy smile. "Good morning, Jamar," she whispered, her voice filled with affection.

"Good morning, beautiful," Jamar replied, his deep voice resonating with warmth.

Emily and Jessica soon joined in the morning greetings, their eyes filled with adoration. Jamar felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. These women were his, and they had willingly chosen to show their loyalty in a way that thrilled him.

Later that day, they all visited a local tattoo parlor. Jamar had suggested the idea of getting matching tattoos, a symbol of their connection and devotion. The Queen of Spades was a fitting choice, representing their dedication to him and their embrace of their new, passionate lives.

The tattoo artist, a burly man named Rico, welcomed them with a knowing smile. "So, you all ready for this?" he asked, his eyes flicking over the three women.

Jamar nodded, his powerful presence commanding the room. "Yes, we are."

One by one, Sarah, Emily, and Jessica took their turns in the chair, their excitement palpable. As the needles buzzed and the ink flowed, Jamar watched with a mixture of pride and anticipation. Each of them chose to have the Queen of Spades tattoo placed on their jiggling booties, a mark that would be both private and provocative.

When it was over, the girls stood together, admiring their new tattoos in the mirror. Jamar's heart swelled with pride. They had embraced their roles fully, their commitment to him evident in every glance and touch.

Back at his apartment, Jamar couldn't wait to fully appreciate the new marks of loyalty on his curvaceous girls. He guided them to the bedroom, where they eagerly showed off their new tattoos, their bodies moving with a sensual confidence that drove him wild.

Jamar took his time, savoring every moment with them. The tattoos were a constant reminder of their devotion, a symbol of their shared journey. As he moved between them, their hands exploring his muscular, bronzed body, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.

The night was filled with passion and intensity, their cries of pleasure echoing through the apartment. Jamar's powerful, dominant presence was matched by their eagerness to please him, their curvaceous bodies responding to his every touch. He relished the way their booties jiggled with each movement, the Queen of Spades tattoos a constant reminder of their bond.

As the night drew to a close, they lay together, exhausted but content. Jamar held them close, his heart filled with a sense of pride and satisfaction. He needed all three of them, their loyalty and desire fueling his own strength and confidence.

"Thank you," Jamar whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "You mean everything to me."

Sarah, Emily, and Jessica snuggled closer, their bodies warm against his. "We love you, Jamar," Emily said softly. "We're yours, now and always."

Jamar smiled, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. His transformation had brought him power, confidence, and a connection he had never imagined. With Sarah, Emily, and Jessica by his side, marked with their Queen of Spades tattoos, he felt invincible.

The future was bright, filled with endless possibilities. Jamar was ready to embrace every challenge and opportunity, knowing that he had the unwavering support and desire of his curvaceous, devoted girls. The journey was far from over, and he was eager to see just how far they could go together.

Chapter 7: Embracing Heritage and Brotherhood

Jamar's transformation continued to intensify. His skin, once a rich bronze, darkened to a deep, luscious chocolate. The change was not just superficial; it was as if his very essence was being rewritten. He felt a profound connection to a heritage he had never known, a powerful lineage that filled him with pride and strength.

His body thickened even more, muscles bulging and expanding, his presence becoming even more commanding. The most noticeable change was the increased presence between his legs, a tangible symbol of his newfound power and masculinity. Jamar felt invincible, ready to embrace every aspect of his new identity.

One evening, Jamar received a message from Marcus, one of his gym buddies. “Hey, bro. We’re heading out tonight. You in?”

Jamar smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. This would be his first night out with the brothers he had apparently grown up with, a group that had accepted him without question. He was eager to see where the night would take them.

He dressed in a form-fitting shirt that highlighted his muscular chest and broad shoulders, and a pair of jeans that hugged his thick thighs and rounded backside. His reflection in the mirror was almost unrecognizable—a powerful, confident, chocolate-skinned man ready to take on the world.

When he arrived at the club, the atmosphere was electric. The music pulsed through the air, and the crowd was a mix of excitement and anticipation. Jamar spotted Marcus and the rest of the guys near the bar, their presence commanding attention.

“Jamar! There he is!” Marcus called out, a wide grin on his face. “About time you joined us, brother.”

Jamar felt a swell of pride as he approached them, their acceptance and camaraderie filling him with a sense of belonging. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said, clapping Marcus on the back.

They spent the night drinking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. Jamar felt a deep connection to these men, their shared experiences and backgrounds creating a bond that transcended words. They introduced him to everyone, and soon Jamar found himself surrounded by new friends, all drawn to his powerful presence and confident demeanor.

As the night wore on, Jamar found himself on the dance floor, the rhythmic beats of the music guiding his movements. His body moved with a grace and power that drew the attention of everyone around him. Women flocked to him, their eyes filled with admiration and desire.

One woman, in particular, caught his eye. She was tall, with dark, flowing hair and curves that made his mouth water. She approached him with a confident smile, her eyes locked on his.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice smooth and sultry.

“Not at all,” Jamar replied, his deep voice resonating with warmth.

They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The connection between them was electric, the chemistry undeniable. Jamar felt a surge of desire, his new heritage and powerful presence making him bolder and more confident than ever.

After a while, they stepped off the dance floor to catch their breath. The woman introduced herself as Maya, and they quickly found a quiet corner to talk. They shared stories and laughed, the conversation flowing easily. Jamar felt a deep sense of attraction and connection to her, a feeling that was mutual.

As the night drew to a close, Marcus and the other guys gathered around Jamar. “We’re heading out, but it looks like you’ve got things covered here,” Marcus said with a wink.

Jamar laughed, feeling a surge of gratitude for his new brothers. “Yeah, I think I do. Thanks, guys.”

Maya smiled up at him, her eyes filled with anticipation. “So, Jamar, what do you say we get out of here and continue this somewhere more private?”

Jamar’s heart raced with excitement. “I’d like that.”

They left the club together, the night air cool and refreshing. As they walked, Jamar felt a sense of contentment and fulfillment. His transformation had brought him more than just physical changes; it had given him a new sense of identity, a new heritage, and a new family.

Back at his apartment, Jamar and Maya spent the night exploring each other, their bodies and souls entwined in a dance of passion and discovery. Jamar’s powerful, chocolate-skinned body moved with a confidence and grace that left Maya breathless. He felt a deep sense of pride and satisfaction, knowing that he was embracing every aspect of his new identity.

As the dawn broke, Jamar lay in bed, Maya curled up beside him. He felt a deep sense of fulfillment and anticipation for the future. His journey was far from over, and he was eager to see where it would lead him next. With his newfound heritage, his brothers, and his insatiable desire for life, Jamar was ready to take on the world and fulfill his true potential.

The transformation had brought him more than he had ever imagined, and Jamar knew that the future held endless possibilities. He was ready to embrace them all, confident in his power, his heritage, and his unwavering desire to live life to the fullest.

Chapter 8: Building a Legacy, Fulfilling Desires

Jamar awoke with a sense of profound purpose. His transformation had not only reshaped his body but also awakened a deep, primal drive within him. His chocolate skin had thickened, his muscles had grown even more powerful, and the presence between his legs had become a symbol of his virility and dominance. He knew that to be truly fulfilled, he needed to create a family—a large, thriving family with multiple wives who shared his intense desires and passion.

As he lay in bed, the warmth of Maya’s body against him, he felt a surge of anticipation. He had always known that his sexual drive was higher than anyone else’s, a constant, burning need that could only be satisfied by frequent, passionate nights with his queens. The idea of fathering many children, of building a legacy, was not just a desire but a necessity.

Jamar’s thoughts turned to Sarah, Emily, and Jessica. They had stood by him through every step of his transformation, their loyalty and love unwavering. They were more than just lovers; they were his queens, the women who would help him build his legacy. He knew that they shared his vision for the future, a future filled with children and the powerful bond of family.

He sent a message to them, asking them to come over later that day. He needed to discuss the next step in their journey together. As the day passed, Jamar prepared his apartment, making sure everything was perfect for the conversation ahead.

By the evening, Sarah, Emily, and Jessica had arrived, their smiles bright and their eyes filled with curiosity. They sensed that something significant was about to happen.

Jamar greeted them warmly, his powerful presence filling the room. “Thank you for coming,” he said, his deep voice resonating with warmth. “I have something important to discuss with you all.”

They sat down together in the living room, their attention fully on Jamar. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. “We’ve been through so much together, and I couldn’t be more grateful for your support and love. I’ve been thinking a lot about the future, about what comes next for us.”

Sarah, always the boldest, leaned forward. “What is it, Jamar? What do you want to do?”

Jamar smiled, feeling a surge of pride and anticipation. “I want to start a family with you. I want us to have children, to continue this legacy we’ve built together. It’s time to make some babies, my queens.”

The room fell silent as the words hung in the air. Sarah, Emily, and Jessica exchanged glances, their eyes wide with surprise and excitement. Finally, Emily broke the silence. “You really mean it, Jamar? You want us to have your children?”

“Yes,” Jamar replied, his voice firm and confident. “I want us to build a future together, to raise a family. You been my queens, and now I want y’all to be the mothers of my children.”

Tears of joy filled Jessica’s eyes as she nodded. “I’ve always wanted a family, Jamar. And I can’t imagine anyone better to share that with than you.”

Sarah and Emily quickly echoed her sentiment, their faces alight with excitement. “We’re with you, Jamar,” Sarah said, her voice filled with determination. “We’ll do this together.”

Over the next few weeks, the anticipation grew. Jamar and his queens prepared for the next chapter of their lives, making plans and discussing their hopes and dreams for their future children. The bond between them deepened, their connection becoming even more intimate and powerful.

One evening, as they gathered in the bedroom, Jamar felt a surge of desire and purpose. He looked at Sarah, Emily, and Jessica, their eyes filled with love and anticipation. “We finna do this. Tonight, we make some babies,” he said, his voice a low growl of determination.

They moved together with a shared purpose, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and creation. Jamar’s powerful presence and deep connection to his queens made the moment even more profound. He felt a surge of pride and satisfaction, knowing that he was fulfilling his role and embracing his destiny.

As the night wore on, the room was filled with the sounds of their love and desire, their connection deepening with every touch and kiss. Jamar’s powerful, chocolate-skinned body moved with a grace and strength that left his queens breathless, their bodies responding eagerly to his every move.

By the time the sun began to rise, Jamar knew that their journey had taken a significant step forward. He held his queens close, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment and anticipation for the future. They had embraced their roles fully, their commitment to him and their shared future unwavering.

The days that followed were filled with excitement and preparation. Sarah, Emily, and Jessica each discovered they were pregnant, their joy and anticipation growing with each passing day. Jamar felt a deep sense of pride and responsibility, knowing that he was about to become a father, to spread his legacy and create a family that would carry on his heritage.

Together, they faced the challenges and joys of impending parenthood, their bond growing stronger with each shared experience. Jamar’s powerful presence and unwavering support guided them through every step, his queens relying on his strength and love.

Jamar watched with pride as his queens’ bodies changed, their bellies swelling with new life. The anticipation and excitement grew, their shared dream of a family becoming a reality.

He knew that their journey was far from over. There were many challenges and joys ahead, but he was ready to face then all with his queens and children by his side. The future was filled with endless possibilities, and Jamar was eager to embrace them all, confident in his power, his heritage, and the unwavering love of his family.

Chapter 9: Building a Legacy, Fulfilling Desires

As the months passed, the changes in Jamar's queens became even more pronounced. Their pregnancies progressed, but it wasn't just their bellies that swelled. Their entire identities transformed, embracing a heritage that reflected their new reality. Sarah, Emily, and Jessica adopted new names: Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya, respectively. Their once pale skin darkened to a rich, deep ebony, their bodies becoming lush and voluptuous.

Jamar watched with pride and admiration as his queens turned into heavy, stunning black women as his strong black sons grew inside them. Their thighs thickened, their booties grew round and jiggly, and their bodies became softer and more inviting. The tattoos they had once proudly displayed on their pale skin began to fade, blending into their new, darker complexions. They were becoming his little dark chocolate kisses, and Jamar couldn't have been more pleased.

The changes were not just physical. Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya embraced their new identities with a confidence and sensuality that left Jamar in awe. They sashayed and twerked with a grace and power that matched their new soft bodies, their every wiggle a testament to their strength and beauty. Their laughter filled the house, a symphony of joy and anticipation for the new lives they were bringing into the world.

Jamar himself was not immune to the changes. His improvements continued, his body growing even larger and more powerful. His skin darkened to an even deeper shade of chocolate, and his muscles swelled with strength. But it was the layer of fat that truly defined his new form, giving him the presence of a massive, powerful patriarch. He was a force to be reckoned with, a symbol of virility and dominance.

The nights they spent all four together were filled with passion and intensity. Jamar's powerful, dark-skinned body moved with a confidence and grace that left his queens breathless. They reveled in the feel of his massive form against theirs, their bodies responding eagerly to his every touch. The anticipation of becoming mothers, of bringing Jamar's children into the world, only heightened their desire.

As Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya's pregnancies advanced, their bodies continued to swell. Their bellies grew round and heavy with life, their breasts becoming quite large and more tender. Their thighs and booties thickened even more, their once slim forms now permanently lush and voluptuous. They were the epitome of fertility and sensuality, their transformations a testament to Jamar's power and virility.

One evening, as they lay together in bed, Jamar looked at his queens with a deep sense of pride and fulfillment. "Y'all are so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "My little dark chocolate kisses, carryin' our children. I couldn't be more proud."

Samiya smiled, her dark eyes shining with love. "We couldn't do this without you, Jamar. You've given us so much, and we want to give you everything in return."

Aaliyah and LaToya nodded in agreement, their faces glowing with happiness. "We in this together," Aaliyah said softly. "We a family, and we gonna raise these babies with all the love and strength we got."

Jamar felt a surge of emotion as he held them close. They were more than just his lovers; they were his partners, the women who would help him build his legacy. The future was bright, filled with endless possibilities, and Jamar was ready to embrace them all.

As the months continued to pass, the anticipation grew. Jamar's queens became more radiant with each passing day, their bodies heavy with life and their spirits filled with joy. The day finally arrived when Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya went into labor, their cries of pain and joy filling the house.

Jamar was by their side, his powerful presence and soothing words providing comfort and strength. The births were a celebration of love and unity, their family growing with each new life brought into the world. The babies were big and healthy, dark-skinned boys so black they were almost blue, a testament to the strength and vitality of their parents.

As Jamar held his newborn sons in his massive arms, he felt a deep sense of fulfillment and joy. He looked at Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya, their faces filled with happiness and pride. "We did it," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "We created somethin' beautiful together."

His queens smiled, their eyes shining with love. "Yeah, we did," Aaliyah replied, her voice trembling with happiness. "And this is just the beginnin'."

Jamar knew that their journey was far from over. There were many challenges and joys ahead, but he was ready to face them all with his queens and children by his side. The future was filled with endless possibilities, and Jamar was eager to embrace them all, confident in his power, his heritage, and the unwavering love of his family. As the massive, fat, dark-skinned patriarch, he knew that his legacy was secure, and he was ready to lead his family into a bright and prosperous future.

Chapter 10: The Final Gift

Jamar stood in the doorway of his bedroom, gazing lovingly and protectively over his brood. Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya lay asleep, each cradling a newborn son. The sight filled him with a deep sense of pride and fulfillment. He had come a long way from the innocent skinny young  White Boy he once was, now standing as a massive, powerful Black patriarch with a thriving family.

As he watched over his queens and sons, a sense of contentment washed over him. He had everything he had ever dreamed of and more. Yet, as if sensing his need for one final affirmation of his transformation, the universe—or perhaps something more divine—decided to bestow one last gift upon him.

Jamar felt a warm, tingling sensation spread through his body, focusing on his groin. It was a feeling both familiar and strange, as if his body were once again undergoing a significant change. He looked down and realized what was happening. His infant circumcision was reversing, the skin regenerating and extending into a long, prominent foreskin. It grew and shaped into a snout-like form, symbolizing a final, potent affirmation of his masculinity and virility.

The transformation was both gentle and powerful, ensuring that Jamar’s future sexual pleasure would be even more intense and fulfilling. He felt a surge of gratitude and satisfaction, and spontaneously grunted out a large glob of pre, knowing that he had been blessed with this extraordinary gift.

Jamar walked over to the mirror, his massive form filling the frame. He looked at himself, seeing not just the physical changes but the journey he had undertaken to become who he was. His dark, chocolate skin gleamed under the soft light, his muscles and layers of fat giving him an imposing yet inviting presence.

He took a deep breath, the wetness and buildup under his new foreskin adding a pleasant, heavy scent to his groin. He ran his fingers over it, feeling the texture and the way it made every nerve on his penis sing in pleasure. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he realized how complete he now felt.

Looking into the mirror, Jamar whispered a quiet, deep-voiced "fuck yeah." It was a simple affirmation, yet it carried the weight of his entire journey—the struggles, the transformations, the love, and the fulfillment. He was now the epitome of traditional masculinity, a powerful patriarch with a family that adored him and a future filled with endless possibilities.

As he turned away from the mirror and walked back to his sleeping queens and children, Jamar felt a profound sense of peace. He knew that he was ready for whatever the future held, confident in his strength, his heritage, and the unwavering love of his growing family.

Jamar smiled, thinking about putting three more babies in these dark chocolate beauties next month.  He had been given the ultimate gifts of masculinity and love, and he was ready to embrace every moment of the life he had built.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

It’s good to see you again, Blair :D

I am asking you to ramble about absolutely anything you’d like. Whatever it is.

You never disappoint! I won't lie, I had hoped to see your name crop up in my inbox.

So, since I rarely have a chance to ramble about the shows I work, I'm going to take this opportunity to rant about The Little Mermaid. Why? Because I'm trying to get that show added to the roster of productions we put on for my children's theatre.

Tumblr has already talked about the misconception of this show. How Ariel is seen purely as a romantic who literally gave up everything to chase a boy she didn't even know. But in reality, Eric was just an excuse that pushed her into finally doing something she had always wanted to do deep down. Ariel doesn't surrender her voice to get a boyfriend, she does it so she can visit the surface and experience what it means to be human. Something she dreamed of long before she met Eric. (Part of Your World, anyone?)

I actually want to write in some dialogue into our script where Ariel lampshades the absurdity, Frozen style. Where she acknowledges that it was foolish to chase after Eric when he was more or less a stranger. But of course, by the end of the show, he definitely isn't. I want Ariel to reunite with Triton and for them to talk about Eric. "You were right. I didn't know him. But now I do."

Writing Sebastian is so damn fun. He's 100% done with Ariel's nonsense and absolutely does not get paid enough for this, but he will truck on, and try to keep her safe. I want to write a line for him reuniting with Ariel after almost getting killed by the Chef and his cleaver in that number, "You would not believe the day I'm having."

Meanwhile, Ursula. Best role. Best villain. Best song. She realized she could exploit the King's daughter to seize his throne. In general, her motives and her history with the crown are interesting. In some versions, she was the one who murdered Ariel's mother, explaining why Ariel would have been wary of her, but of course, Ursula claims it was all a misunderstanding and that she tried to save her. In other versions, Ariel's mother was killed by sailors. (Not Eric's sailors, but still) explaining why Triton hates them so much. In other versions, Ursula is literally Triton's sister, and Ariel's aunt, which does give her a claim to the throne. But, I'm not crazy about this. As I've talked about before, I'm no fan of the "evil aunt/uncle" trope.

Ursula's end is also much better depicted onstage, in my opinion. In the Disney movie she turns into a giant titan and then gets speared by the ship...and it's like, sure, okay I guess? But in the stage play, they can't do that. Instead, the power of The Trident consumes her. She can't handle it, and it destroys her - and Triton even warns her beforehand that this could happen, that not everyone has what it takes to wield the Trident's power, but of course she doesn't listen. I love that. It's much more interesting and character based.

There are also some great songs in the stage version, in addition to the iconic tunes from the movie, that a lot of people don't know. I invite anyone reading this to search up "Fathoms Below" and "Human Stuff" and especially "She's In Love" which is sung by Ariel's sisters and is a knock out show-stopper. Basically I've been penning a version of Little Mermaid to pitch to my Director so I've been thinking about that show a lot right now, and I think it's fascinating.

The main thing I want us to add song-wise is a finale number, that talks about the Land and Sea coming together. Little Mermaid 2 does have this, but the melody is awful. It's so bad. In general, Little Mermaid doesn't have a final number, and I want to show how the two worlds that were divided by ignorance and fear are now coming together, through Ariel and Eric. That's an important message.

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 & 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤

chara : alhaitham fandom : genshin impact

& loneliness is limbo to a scribe seeking solitude, his life aimless and carefree. how he carries himself so, detachment found in the embers of a heart that is far from cold. a visage stoic, disinterest clear cut on sharp features.

alhaitham does not know what it means : the desire for another, a desolation rooting itself into the fibers of being, an ache that bleeds into existence. not until he meets you.

it is a gradual feeling, this wanting of your presence. it is something unnoticed, hidden yet visible in plain sight, but he turns a blind eye to it because he does not know what to make of such nonsense. he has always found rationale in all things nonsensical and absurd, sought answers for mysteries solved and unsolved-- but who are you, he muses, to walk into his life and make yourself so known and needed by him?

he swallows hard, wonders how you have both found yourself in this situation. between the overwhelming workload and the hustle and bustle of the akademiya, you too found yourself searching for relief from the suffocation, opting to hide in the nearest room-- which amazingly, was where he was hiding. such a lovely and convenient coincidence, you think, and you wonder if this is your punishment from running away from responsibilities.

so here you are, in a room that you wonder is a closet-- and if it isn't, it may as well be, given the nonexistent space between you and alhaitham. you stare at each other, silent.

"i thought you liked being hard to find."

he blinks, raises a brow before you take note of the way his lips curve.

"did you consider the possibility that i wanted to be found?"

"by?"

"you, of course. who else would i make an exception for?"

"you would not hide in a closet just for me to find you, alhaitham."

he thinks to speak, but the sound of nearing footsteps makes the snarky remarks that linger on the tips of your tongues abate. it is strange, he notices, the way his body instinctively shields yours as if to protect you from discovery-- and for what? he truly is foolish, subconsciously guarding you from absent dangers.

you don't think anything of the distance-- not at first, attention placed entirely on the door. but the footsteps are quick to fade, then it is quiet once more. your gaze shifts, meeting his, and you realize that you are much closer than ever before. he clears his throat, hopes to maintain a calm composure despite the desperate pounding of a heart.

"you're welcome to leave if you'd like."

even then, he does not move away-- instead, he moves closer, testing the waters, waiting. but you do not move away, either.

"i'll stay for a little bit." you mumble, words much quieter than intended. "better safe than sorry, right?"

alhaitham chuckles, a flicker of amusement adorning his countenance as he watches you take a shallow breath. he will be sure to tease you for this later.

"yes, better safe than sorry."

[countlessrealities]

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There were many things Rick didn't understand of the shows his partner had him sitting through whenever he didn't feel like watching them on his own. Almost everything relating to relationships, romantic ones especially, puzzled him, because he could never relate to the dynamics. No matter how much researching he did, no matter how deeply he dissected them. They never fully made sense.

And, as a consequence, copying the motions felt unpleasantly unnatural to him.

Yet, that hadn't stopped him from trying over and over. The moment he had understood how much his alternate enjoyed that nonsense, he had directed a decent amount of time and effort in providing the other with at least some of it. At times, forcing himself wasn't easy because of how tedious or foolish it all was in his eyes, but he had quickly come up with a way to make it all less obnoxious for him: he had started to put his own spin in the scenarios, adding the sort of flavour he could enjoy despite the absurdity of the situation.

Of course, seeing that his partner enjoyed his adaptation had spurred him on getting creative with them.

Lately, he had noticed one particular recurring scene in many of the movies his alternate so assiduously consumed. Yet another thing that made no sense to Rick, but that seemed worth the trouble...if done how he was picturing it. Besides, there was a new prototype of nano-explosive he wanted to test.

It was the perfect chance to catch two birds with one stone.

The plan was easily set in motion while his partner was occupied in another room of the bunker, busy enough for Rick to be sure that he wouldn't come out before he was done.

The text subject he had procused for that particular occasion was appropriate for what he had in mind: an alien belonging to a species whose members were mostly made of fluids and gelatinous tissues.

Strapping it on the ceiling after having paralysed it so that it wouldn't make a sound was easy. Calculating the right amount of explosive to inject inside it, instead, was a little trickier and Rick checked his calculations thrice before proceeding. The smallest mistake could have ruined the whole set-up.

When his alternate joined him, just as he knew the other would have, everything was ready. Rick had come to stand underneath his chosen guinea pig and, once his partner was within arm's reach, he didn't hesitate a split second to grab him by the front of his jacket and yank him forward.

His other hand hit the button of the small remote control he was holding and the moment thick blood and cold pieces of organic matter started to rain down on them, he pulled the other into a kiss.

The gesture was as sloppy as the mess the exploding creature had made, with all too much biting and too little kissing, the taste of his alternate's blood mixing with the alien fluids on his tongue. His grip on the other's clothes was too tight, forcing them too stiffly close for them to achieve the right angle, but that didn't stop him from holding them there until the last drop had fallen.

By the end of it, they were both soaked from head to toes in blood and gore, which was the result Rick had been aiming to achieve. After all, the characters in the movies always got soggy wet during those scenes, so he had assumed that this was how it was supposed to go.

"K-Kiss in the rain," he announced taking a step back, in a flat tone that certainly didn't convey the right sort of sentiment. "C-Carry on."

And with that, he turned on his heels and headed back to the workbench were a bunch of unfinished toxins were waiting for him. One task achieved, onto the next.