#this one has been brewing for a while

[lovelizards]

"Help! Please! I don't want to go back! Please, please don't let them take me!"

The night had started out so ordinary.

Eve followed her usual evening routine: she put the chickens to bed, made sure her new calf was settled in the barn, collected Reggie - her snuffling old farm dog - and then headed inside for the night.

She ended up making too much food for dinner - again. So she wrapped up the extra portions to give to Sebastian tomorrow. He was always working so hard, she knew he was skipping meals even if he denied it.

Eventually, the sun went down. She carried Reggie up the stairs to her bedroom, plopped him down on the end of the bed, and after a little while of laying awake staring out into the starry sky - Eve fell asleep.

But something woke her up in the dead of night.

A creak of floorboards downstairs.

She blinked her eyes drowsily open, debating on getting up from the warm blankets to check it out. The old farm house was always making strange noises at night.

The wind sometimes rustled the curtains. The cold and the heat made the wooden beams creak and groan.

This had to be something like that.

Except, then she heard it again.

Reggie raised his old head, half-blind eyes staring at the open door into the dark hallway. There was a tense moment of silence.

Then he let out one little warning bark.

And Eve's heart started pounding.

She threw the covers away and slipped out of bed quickly. Her mind racing, and an angry sort of fear making her chest go cold. She scanned her room. None of her tools were up here, she always left them near the door to keep things clean. There were no weapons for her to use.

Slowly, silently, she tiptoed her way to the door.

Flashlights flickered on the walls from down the stairs, and in them flashes of her past danced - blank white rooms with windows but no doors, a cold metal table with leather straps always waiting for her, and men in suits talking about her but never to her.

The dread was almost more than she could bear.

Eve had moved to the valley to start a new life.

She'd never expected her past to follow her.

Reggie barked again, startling her - and the men downstairs. She heard heavy footsteps now, moving faster. She couldn't think of what else to do except slam her bedroom door closed, and lock it.

The men got to the top of the stairs too late, their fists slammed on the door, sending Eve scrambling away from it.

In sheer panic, she grabbed the heavy book about outer space from her bedside table and wielded it in front of her, ready to strike.

After a few seconds, the banging stopped.

And a gentle knock sounded.

"Asset 3V3, we know you're in there," a calm voice, deep and rumbling, called, "we just want to talk. Please open the door."

What a bold-faced lie.

Eve didn't even bother responding. Instead, she scooped Reggie up, shushing and comforting him, and gently pushed him under the bed.

"Stay," she whispered as loudly as she dared, "stay, Reggie."

"Asset 3V3," the voice from the hall called again, more stern, impatient, "if you don't open the door, we'll be forced to kick it down."

And then when she didn't respond again, he added: "We don't want to hurt you...but, we will."

Letting them kick in the door wouldn't benefit her in any way. And she couldn't just jump out the window from two stories up. A plan - a flimsy, weak plan at best - started forming in her head.

"Okay," she called, her voice trembling, "I'll open it. But - but step away from the door."

"Good, Asset 3V3." Was all the voice said outside.

Eve waited, heart pounding, tears in her eyes, as she listened to the shuffling of feet behind the door. She counted to three in her head, took a deep breath, and then unlocked and pulled the door open in one quick movement.

Four men. All in suits. She raised the book up in one hand, and flung it at the face of the closest man - the corner of the book hit him square in the forehead.

He screamed in pain, the men around her hesitated in surprise, and she ducked past the one blocking the staircase.

He made a clumsy grasp at her, but missed.

She flew down the stairs, stumbling at the landing, and then froze.

A man in a suit.

He was standing guard in front of the door.

"No - !" Eve cried, as the other four men caught up to her downstairs, and restrained her, "Stop! You can't do this!"

She struggled and fought wildly, it took three men to hold her still long enough to get handcuffs around her wrists. Two men held onto her still, as she cried and thrashed, and was overpowered.

"Augh...you little bitch..." the man with the deep voice growled, blood dripping down the middle of his face from where the book had hit it, "I'll make sure you regret that."

He reared back, and punched her hard in the jaw.

Pain burst through her face, and the only reason she didn't drop to the floor was because two men were holding her up. She choked on tears, and blood from where she'd bit her cheek.

"Please - please don't, I - I want to stay here - I -"

"Shut up!" The man snarled, landing a winding blow to her stomach, "Who cares what you want?! You already made our sector look like damn fools with your ridiculous escape. This time, we'll lock you up so deep underground that you'll never see the fucking sun again!"

"On whose authority, pal?"

A new voice, cool and calm, and familiar, called out easily from the doorway. No one had noticed him coming in, but there he was.

A figure with pale blue skin, in a dark navy overcoat that glittered with colorful stars, and a pair of violet sunglasses even though it was dark as night in the house.

"Mr Qi!" Eve cried, straining against the men holding her, "Please! Help! I don't want to go back! Please, please don't let them take me!"

One of the men clapped a hand over her mouth, silencing her to desperate mumbles. The one in charge turned to Mr. Qi with a look of disdain.

"You'd better clear out if you don't want to get hurt."

"That's my line, actually," Mr Qi said, taking a few steps inside, his hands folded behind his back, "you Area 51 nobodies are always the same. So up-tight. Take yourselves so seriously."

He kept walking, until he was nearly chest-to-chest with the leader of the men; "but I don't like it when other folks touch something that belongs to me. So you'd better let the alien girl go. Go on, and tell your superiors. While I'm asking nicely."

Mr. Qi smiled. There was long moment of silence.

Eve was breathing heavily, blinking away tears, her eyes flickering between the two men in the darkness.

"Contact HQ," the man with the deep voice ordered, "tell them Qi is here."

One of the other men touched his ear, and muttered something Eve couldn't hear. The response was almost immediate, each of the men flinched as the feedback of loud shouting sounded in every earpiece.

The man with the deep voice sighed, rubbed his temple, and then waved a hand.

The men holding her removed her handcuffs, and let her go.

Eve stomped on one of their feet, and then fled across the room to where Qi was standing, near the kitchen. She felt like a child again, as she stepped behind him, and watched in fear as the men in suits quietly shuffled out of her house.

"This isn't over, Qi," the man with the deep voice warned.

"Come up with something less cliché to say next time I see you," Qi answered lightly.

The man snarled. And finally, the door closed behind him.

Eve tried to keep her breathing calm. Even the flood of relief that washed over her was painful. She stepped carefully out from behind Mr. Qi, tears dripping down her chin, shoulders shaking.

"That was a pretty close call, huh?" Mr Qi asked with a smile.

Eve sobbed, and threw her arms around him. She felt him tense, surprised by her hug, but then he relaxed into it and put a gentle hand on her back.

"Thank you!" Eve wailed, too overwhelmed to be embarrassed at soaking his shoulder with tears, "thank you!"

Eve wasn't sure how long she cried.

Eventually, she heard Reggie whining from the top of the stairs. She heard the sounds of the crickets outside, and a distant thunderstorm.

Mr Qi patted her shoulder, and she finally let him go.

"I've got your back, kid," he said, adjusting his sunglasses, "I'll keep an eye on the house for a few days. You just keep doing your best."

"I will," Eve mumbled, rubbing her eyes, "I promise."

Then, with little more an a nod, and a smile, Mr. Qi stepped out the door and then disappeared into the night.

[wizardandworms]

happy julie jmonday!

[hupla222]

Bad Future AU

It's time again to discuss one of my many different aus because I just love them. This one I have dubbed "Bad Future". It is set in an alternate timeline of Sinnoh. Everything is different and no one is exactly the same as they were before. Everyone has a new role. And in this post I'd like to talk about the main players. I may make a separate post about all the side characters later because, trust me, everyone has a new story to tell. If you want to know more about this au feel free to ask! I love answering questions!

First up is the main character, Lucas. Lucas was raised by his father and Rowan in Sandgem Town alongside Rowan's adoptive son, Sean. At some point Rowan was killed by a mysterious man named Hood and soon after Lucas's father disappeared as well. Now all Lucas wants is to protect the only family he has left in Sean. And he aims to become the strongest trainer in the region to do it. He comes across as cold and uncaring but he wants the best for everyone deep down. Against Sean's advice, he seeks vengeance on Hood for what he has done to the region, instilling so much fear in everyone. His first partner is a Turtwig.

Next comes Lucas's best friend, Barry. Barry is quite the shy and nervous trainer. He is a bit impatient as well, often rushing away from danger without thinking. Sean smoothed out his hair and he hasn't had the courage to change it. He isn't sure of himself and his own strength after even his own dad disappeared due to Hood's influence. He wants to support Lucas in anyway that he can but he's not a very strong trainer. His main goal is to rescue all of the people that Hood has taken, if they're even still alive that is. He also wants to be a great trainer despite his fears. His first partner is Chimchar.

This is Dawn. She is a trainer from Twinleaf Town and a friend of Barry's. She's a kind hearted, cheerful person and wants to see the people she cares about smile, especially Lucas. While not a battler, she still aims to create the best team she can for the sake of performance. He goal is to bring joy back to the region that has been terrified by Hood. She's very supportive of Barry and often helps him train. Her first partner is Piplup.

Sean, or as he's known in our timeline, Saturn is this au's professor. As a child he was taken in by Rowan and raised as his son. Rowan did his best to instill kindness in the boy and Sean eventually grew in interest in Pokémon research. Years before the main story, Rowan was killed by Hood, leaving Sean to care for Lucas on his own. He also took it upon himself to continue Rowan's research. He's still the same underhanded, conniving person we know, just looking out for the good of Sinnoh instead of just himself. He gives the partner Pokémon to Lucas, Barry, and Dawn for reasons unknown to them. He also ends up travelling with the group at Lucas's insistence. His goal is to put a stop to Hood once and for all. He has been doing much research on the man as a result.

The villain of the au, Hood, both wearing his skull and not. This twisted version of Roark came to be when his father was killed during a cave in. He ran away from home and stumbled on plates that allowed him to view into other timelines. This drove him to madness to the point where he is barely recognizable. He wished to summon the creation trio so that he can rewrite the timeline into the "proper" timeline, aka the one we are all familiar with. To do this he has been kidnapping researchers and forcing them to help him. If they refuse they are disposed of. Death means nothing to him. After all, it won't matter anymore when the timeline is fixed. The skull he wears he refers to as "father" although it definitely does not belong to Byron. Currently, he wants the help of Sean and has been tracking him for some time.

Finally, for now, is Hood's right hand woman, Cynthia. Cynthia was contacted by Hood years ago, right after the death of Rowan. After hearing him out, she decided that he was right and that she would help him with his goals. She then retired as league champion and went around researching the creation trio. She spends most of her time curbing Hood's madness, maintaining as much of his sanity as she can. While she is sad that she had to betray her friends, she thinks that she is doing what is best for everyone.

[abusivelittlebunny]

Dark Sainz Rising

[ultipoter]

Pokemon Legends Arceus fan comic, where Jirou has disappeared and Volo has complicated feelings about it. (And maybe figures out that there's a bit of a God in that little phone of Jirou's)

[bbnibini]

I find it so painfully heartbreaking that Solomon just...laughs off all the derision, the name-calling, and possibly even did "evil" things on purpose because it's expected of him at this point. (He had not always been like this as Thirteen pointed out before). There was a time when he was "innocent". When his soul sparkled. When it resembled the kind of soul everyone in these god forsaken (pun intended with spite) three realms seemed to associate with the ever loved MC. He's just...worryingly carefree. And because he's like that, he feels even more of a tragic character to me.

Sometimes it even seems that he himself would seemingly make up excuses on why he's hated. Oh, it's because I'm a sorcerer this. I might have won a war against Devildom single-handedly this. I have forgotten. But maybe, I did something bad, that. Hon, you were doing that to SURVIVE. You don't have to be a faultless person to deserve compassion. You don't have to be MC to deserve to be loved.

[aeragan]

alpha werewolf gallagher.......... going through a rut with his beta partner hrgejrjnrkgmg..... ohhhhh he's so clingy he's so clingy before it starts. Like you know why, but you like watching him squirm... and he kinda likes it too

and when it finally starts, he doesn't like to bother you but ohhhh are you happy to oblige. good lord he loves marking you up first and foremost. He can barely get his cock out of his boxers and he's biting and hitting and pressing his node to your throat and your wrists and anywhere and everywhere and gods do you smell so heavenly. it feels like all thought processes just Stop and he's thinking with his other head.

It's amazing how such a laid back man can be so greedy, buried to the hilt within you and rocking his hips upward to get more, more, more. He reeks of you and you reek of him and you're all his and only his and fuuuuck the way you clench around his so tightly, he never wants to leave, ever. His large hands push you back down everytime your lifted even by an inch, cause it feels so wrong to not be all the way inside of you.

He's so ravenous, too. Biting every inch of skin to prove his point that you're all his. Pretty little marks decorate your skin, from bites to bruises. So needy, practically begging for you to come back when you need to take a break. It feels like he can't wait (but he can. And he's being a very good boy about it.)

[jacarandaaaas]

the misogyny of this fandom is disappointing but not surprising.

[al-luviec]

Here is lady pics from when I was MIA

[pillowenvelopchair]

Absolutely fucking stupid that my schools suicide prevention protocol is to basically to put someone in house arrest until a professional can write and “prove” that theyre okay so that theyre sure that they can let a student back in. Yeah. Sure. Just force someone to be in the house where they are even MORE at danger when there are literal sharp objects makes it easier to do it

[aeris-blue]

Mountain Movers got a lot of downtime last session and these were some standout moments ^^

[ruskatuskapuskasapuska]

A lil mysta(-shitpost)-dump cuz wääääähhh (you can't just get me into vtube-hell and just leave me like that, what the fuck dude?? /j)

Also here's mystakes with mouths that I quickly drew on phone and sketch/lineart of that colored one:

[gothicprep]

I’m generally not the best at making predictions, but i get the overwhelming sense that diabetic medication that’s also being prescribed off-label for cosmetic weight loss purposes is going to be a huge culture war battle in the next few years.

[ossifer]

🔥

when i was younger i used to eat cereal by having the cereal itself in the bowl, completely dry, accompanied by a glass of milk to the side. with every spoonful i ate i could drink an appropriately measured amount of milk. as the cereal was not left in the milk, it was prevented from going soggy after a while like it usually does. it was easier to transport because there's no milk in the bowl to slosh around. it was easier to clean up for the same reason

what i'm saying is, i think people should eat cereal like this. i just think it's objectively better. it's fun to slurp all the leftover milk from the bowl of cereal when you're done it, sure, but milk separate? so much fucking better. people get so caught up on eating food 'normally' that they don't explore how there's options like this

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna has never said no to you.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no. 

At least it was mutual.

[flovverworks]

im gonna take back my carius event gameplay hate (i actually dont mind the way its run rn LOL finally makes me use my tp pots too) and exchange it for sanrio collab hate cuz wtffff