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Generation Loss art from the first stream (posted mere minutes before the last stream for Generation 1 looool)!!! A screenshot redraw of sorts from the fight ranboo vs evil sneeg >:3

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Forced Freak

Tyson was a uni drop out, nothing special about him other than his pretty face and dedication to his diet. He had no real hobbies and no real friends. The only reason people paid him any real attention was because of his body. However guys got pretty turned off after a one night stand with him when they'd wake up and Tyson would have written them critiques about how to improve their bodies and performance in the bedroom.

Tyson was the worst kind of gym bro, not because he had no real personality, but because he was an asshole with no real personality, in fact when he wasn't coming home from the gym, taking selfies in the mirror or scrolling on grinder for someone to bounce on his waist he spent a large portion of his time staring in the mirror admiring his own perfection.

"fuck yeah, I'm probably the hottest guy alive" he'd say as he rubbed his own crotch.

His arrogant attitude had essentially transformed him into a self obsessed autosexual, whilst he enjoyed sex and having a guy put in all the work whilst he laid back in pleasure he still preferred a night to himself and his mirror.

Tyson flexed his arm one last time, admiring the perfection before him before he turned off his alarm and got up to go to the gym.

"well, I'll see you when I get home handsome" he said winking at his own reflection and snapping his underwear band.

He threw on the folded red tank top and black gym shorts he had lying on his dresser, the ones he had steamed the night before. As he walked out the door he picked up his glass from his morning water and placed it neatly in the dishwasher before turning it on and leaving for the gym.

Upon arriving at the gym Tyson walked into the welcome area where he found 3 tall bodybuilders lined up at the key scanner. Tyson rolled his eyes and tried to avoid contact with them, he hated those freaks. The guys who willingly chose to inflate themselves with disgusting amounts of muscle. Who could barely fit in their cars and he huffed and sweat like bovine beasts when they got on the treadmill.

Tyson quickly got impatient and began tapping his foot as the 3 meatheads were holding up the line.

"are you beasts gonna scan in or am I just waiting here all day"

The three turned their heads to them almost in unison

"yoo you think we are beasts huhu" one flexed his enormous bicep that dwarfed Tyson's head

"hey Ty, what up lil dude. Wanna hit bench with us today? we we can help you grow that chest"

Tyson was disgusted at the thought of working out with the three of them and smelling their terrible stench or listening to them heaving for air.

"no thanks, its hard to improve upon perfection" Tyson said with a smirk

"aw come on dude, you can always improve and get bigger, you aint even close to your limit"

"and I dont want to be" Tyson said with a disgusted frown and one raised eyebrow

There was a loud ding and the three bodybuilders began waddling and shuffling their way through the electronic gate into the gym, having to turn sideways slightly to get their hulking frames in the turn gate.

"This is what I mean" laughed Tyson

"haha, can't blame us for being absolute units man"

"But doesn't it annoy the fuck out of you being like that?"

"no way bro, being this big is fucking awesome"

the three bodybuilders all began laughing and flexing

"I'm sorry I really dont see how turning myself into a...freak would be awesome"

There was a dead silence as the three bodybuilders stopped laughing and turned to him.

"that's a bit of a harsh word bro"

"yeah man don't diss the hobby coz you aint into it"

Tyson smirked flicking as he polished his fitness watch with the edge of his jumper "dude I dont think anyone is into it"

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean"

"umm being so big you have no style because you cant fit into anything, constantly covered in sweat marks, you reek after just a few minutes of exercise, you gulp down water like an elephant who hasn't drunk in a year, can barely fit in your cars and take up so much space, plus I like when guys find me attractive and aren't grossed out by my monstrous body" Tyson turned his back placing his gym bag in the locker completely unaware that the three men he had just insulted looked so red their heads could pop with anger.

"I'LL LET YOU KNOW MY HUSBAND LOOOOVVVEEESSS MY SIZE" the bodybuilder in the middle yelled through his teeth

"whoooaa jayce" the two others said in unison as they grabbed him by the chest and stopped him taking a step forward

"don't shoot the messenger buddy but Im pretty sure your husband wouldn't be disappointed if you lost 30-40lsb of muscle, pretty sure he'd enjoy date night without sitting across from a behemoth stuffing himself so full of protein like a slob"

Jayce threw his arms up in the air and pushed his two friends off of him turning around and walking away.

Tyson ignored the interaction implying pulling his towel and drink bottle out of his gym bag.

"You know what you need Ty..."

"and what's that Mark?" Tyson tiredly asked rolling his eyes

"A real good bulk, make ya real big, that'll change your mind" Mark smirked looking at his friend who was smiling back.

"whatever" Tyson groaned as he walked off into the gym.

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A few hours had passed and Tyson was in the changing room admiring himself after his workout. It was enough to pump him to that perfect spot where he looked just slightly bigger and was a little sore, but not enough to make him sweat or stimulate the sort of growth a lot of gym guys were after.

Tyson flexed one bicep and ran his other hand down his thigh feeling himself get hard.

"Oh yeah handsome, just wait till I get you in my bed" He smirked at his own reflection.

Just then he heard the sound to the changing rooms open, his hand quickly shot up from his thigh, not wanting anyone to see his moment of lust.

He watched in the mirror as Jayce rounded the corner, his massive and wide shoulders causing him to bump into subway tiled wall. A massive smile lit up on Jayce's face as he saw Tyson standing there.

"Yep" Jayce yelled out

Dylan quickly followed behind and began walking towards Tyson, not that he thought much of it.

"Grab his left Dylan?"

"No worried Jayce"

Tyson was shocked as the two hulking bodybuilders suddenly grabbed hold of his arms and used what felt like all of their strength to sandwich him between them.

"h-HEY WHAT THE FUCK GET OFF" Tyson struggled and squirmed to get out of there grip but it felt like he was being pressed between two stone walls, he was unable to do anything other than pathetically kick his legs.

Just then Tyson heard the door to the changing rooms lock as Mark rounded the corner.

"Mark!, tell your fucking boys to let me go!"

The three bodybuilder's laughed as Mark walked closer holding a strange metal container in his hand that resembled a protein shaker.

"Hey lil dude" Said Mark with a big smirk across his face

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THREE WANT" Tyson snapped.

"to prove you wrong man" Jayce whispered

'w-what" Tyson continued to flounder and squirm to no avail

"you said being a bodybuilder sucked, well we are gonna prove you wrong" Dylan smirked tightly squeezing Tyson's arms

"h-how, Im not gonna start bodybuilding because you three threaten me"

"oh there is no threat bud, we have got something we want to try but dont know about the side effects wanna test it"

"ARE YOU GONNA JAB MY ASS FULL OF ROIDS" Tyson squeaked pathetically

"no dude, of course not" Said Mark

"we already know the side effects to roids" laughed Jayce

Mark grabbed onto Tyson's perfect hair and forcefully pulled his head back, Tyson couldn't see but he felt Jayce wrap his giant muscular arm around his pinning his between Jayce's bulky bicep and forearm and grabbing his cheeks forcing his jaw open.

"bottoms up pretty boy" Mark said as he flicked the cap off the contained with his thumb and shoved the mouth piece into Tyson's mouth.

"MMMMM -MMMM -MMMMMMM!!!!!!" Tyson tried to yell but his mouth was full of a strange thick liquid.

Mark dropped the contained and grabbed Tyson's nose still forcing the container to his lips

"gotta drink if you wanna breathe buddy"

Tyson couldn't hold it any longer

GULP...GULP...GULP.....GULP

Tyson sucked down what was in his mouth and what continued to pour from the container, when the last drop was drunk and all he could taste was air the three bodybuilders all let go in unison and Tyson dropped to the ground gasping for air.

"How long does it take to work Mark?"

"errr container says a few minutes for a start and a week for full effects"

Tyson couldn't concentrate on what the three were talking about, his body began to feel like it was being super heated, like his muscles and bones were being fried into pudy.

Tyson's hand began to tremble, as he looked at it pressed against the cold tiled floor he noticed his thumb enlarging, getting longer and thicker, it spread to all his fingers and his hand, at first he thought it was an allergic reaction but it wasn't puffy or fat, it was hard solid and defined, like all the muscles in his hands were suddenly expanding, he watched as his handed swelled up to the size of dinner plates as veins in his arms and forearms pumped in sync with his heart beat.

His forearms stared growing outwards and he felt his already tight and pumped biceps ache as they swelled even bigger. Seeing his reflection in the mirror he looked like a bad art project as different parts of his body were swelling with size and different times, his shoulders got wider as his calves got bigger, his pecs inflated as his feet grew out of his shoes, his abs bloated into a semi roid gut as his quads quickly filled with blood, and his ass pumped up into a big meaty globe as his traps crept up his back swallowing his necks.

after just a few minutes the three bodybuilders were stunned looking down at the sweaty bulky mess that was Tyson on the floor of the changing room.

Tyson had watched the whole thing in the mirror but still he couldn't recognise himself, what had happened, what they did to him.

He looked like one of them, a bodybuilder.

"w-what did you do to me" Tyson moaned, out of breath and out of energy

"damn, he got huge so quick, and he still has a week to go?"

"please, no, no bigger, turn me back"

the three bodybuilders began to have a conversation around Tyson like he wasn't even there as he tried to pick himself up off the floor. A few minutes passed and Tyson finally stood up. He felt uncomfortable, muscles he didn't even know where near each other rubbed up against each other like every aspect of his body was fighting for space.

Tyson looked at himself horrified in the mirror at the big bulky freak he had become.

"oh fuck..m..my perfect body" he turned to the three men behind him "please, please you gotta turn me back"

"you still got a week of growin left bud" Mark replied

"PLEASE I CAN'T GET BIGGER"

Jayce smirked trying to contain his laughter

"Look dude, we said we were gonna show you how being a bodybuilder is awesome, let it go for a week and we'll check back in and if you still hate it, we'll turn you back"

Tyson turned back to his reflection and flexed, freaked out by his bicep being larger than his own head.

"see, its already awesome, see you later dude"

The three bodybuilders started walking out of the changing room

"no WAIT!!"

Tyson ran over to his bag feeling the weight of his new body with every step and feeling his hard muscles bounce. He leant over and swung his bag over his shoulder. He watched as the door closed behind the three and he ran to catch up. Every step was a chore, it was like an entire workout for just one leg to hold up the weight of his new massive body.

By the time he reached the door Tyson doubled over gasping for air, he placed his giant meaty hand on the wall and slid down the the floor, he had only run a few feet but it felt like he had just done and three hours of cardio without a break, he felt the sweat running down his back and struggled to come up with a reason anyone would want to be this big, why guys would dedicate their lives to become titans.

it took 15 minutes, for Tyson to catch his breath and stand up again and by the time that happened the three he was after were already gone, he walked through the gym defeated hoping nobody would recognise him. He made it to the turn gate and as he went to go through he felt a hard pressing against his shoulders. Not at all used to his new size Tyson hadn't adjusted the angle that he approached the gate and found himself stuck between the two steel bars. Tyson pushed with his back leg but didn't realise the power behind his colossal quads as he easily pushed himself out but he couldn't stop the moment and he came tumbling forward face first onto the floor in front and multiple gym attendants.

"woah, you okay big guy" one of them asked,

Tyson looked up and saw the other two doing their best not to laugh.

"yeah I'm fine!" Tyson tried to get up as fast as he could but the sheer weight of his frame meant it was an awkward step by step process that took almost a whole minute.

Tyson quickly raced out the doors as fast as his could but once again misjudged his giant muscles and his two shoulders slammed into the automatic doors not realising they weren't wide enough for him. A loud bang rang out and Tyson looked back as the glass automatic doors wobbled and shook, and ounce more pressure and they would have surely crashed down around him.

Tyson waddled through the car park desperate to get to his car. Swinging open the door he quickly realised why he had never seen a bodybuilder in a sleek sports car, he didn't fit, just one leg stepped in and there wasn't any more room for him to squeeze in. He tried everything, moving the seat back, moving the wheel up, but still he didn't fit. After about 10 minutes of doing everything he could think of to get in he just decided to force his way in.

Sliding into the car he felt cramped, and when he closed the driver's door it bounced off his arm and swung back open denting the car next to him. Tyson tried again leaning all the way into his car and shutting the door. It shut but as he sat back up he found himself on an awkward angle to the wheel, he tried to adjust himself to roll down the window so he could stick his arm out and get more space but as he placed his arm down on the leather seat to push his own body out the way he heard a loud tearing. His clothes didn't feel loser and he couldn't see what had torn but it sounded bad...

When Tyson arrived home he squeezed himself out of his car, it felt like being freed from a sardine can but as he turned around to shut his door he had found the source of the tearing noise from earlier, in the centre of the seat, directly under where he was, was now a large split right down the leather, seats that cost over a thousand dollars to fix split apart like paper, and that wasn't the worst of it, he looked at the lower back of the seat to see how the leather had warped and swollen from the amount of sweat that had been pressed against it.

"AW MAN" Tyson moaned slammed his car door, not realising the force his arms were able to put behind it and as the door lodged into place his hand carried the momentum behind it straight into the metal of the car leaving a large dent from his palm.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME"

Tyson stormed over to his front door just wanting the day to end. He pulled up his keys to the front door and fumbled for a few minutes as he struggled to sort though them with his massive meaty fingers, finally he got in the door and shut it behind him as gently as he could which still resulted in a slam.

His stomach let out a loud groan, he had never felt so hungry so sudden in his life, Tyson tried to walk to the kitchen but realised it was more of a waddle has his massive muscular thighs slammed into each other. Arriving in front of his fridge he opened it up and grabbed one of his already made meals out and placed it in the microwave to heat up. He watched in spinning round and heard his stomach grumble as the 2 minutes felt like an entirety. Finally he heard the beep and opened up the microwave to devour his meal. What normally would have left him feeling full for hours didn't even make a dent in his hunger. Tyson opened up his fridge and moved on to his next meal without even heating it up, then another, then a protein shake to wash it down, then another meal and a couple apples, along with a banana or two, and of course he had to pull some of the muffins out of the freezer to defrost to have a bit later.

Tyson sat on his couch, feeling groggy and finally full. He looked around him, plates, protein shakers, wrappers and plastic containers were spread out all over his lounge room from the floor to the coffee table. He felt so heavy he didn't want to get up, he just wanted to pass out on his couch and go to sleep. As his eyes began to drift close...

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The loudest belch he had ever heard forced him to jolt awake.

"aw fuc-uuuuUUURRPPP, this place is a mess"

Tyson finally realised he had trashed his lounge room in his feeding frenzy, he got up to try and clean but he didn't get very far. His body was so massive it was hard to move between his furniture and it was hard for him to constantly bend down to pick stuff up. On his second trip back from the kitchen to clean the last of the mess he finally noticed where he had been sitting, and the enormous sweat patch pressed into the fabric.

He pulled his tight tank top out from his body realising it looked like he had never washed it in his life.

"god, I need a fucking shower"

He made his way down the hall to the bathroom where he was shocked by his own reflection. He knew he had been turned into a hulking behemoth but, he looked like a completely different person now. His tank top was tight and clung to his body as his pecs hung out the sides. It was covered in sweat patches and strains from spilt protein shakes and food. His face was covered in a coat of sweat and his hair was oiler than he'd ever seen before. Tyson's gut churned as he let out another belch. He suddenly felt a tightness in his pants and he got hard.

"what the fuck..."

Tyson lifted up one arm to flex his bicep, he watched the sweat running down from his pits to his lats, he swallowed a quick gulp of air expecting maybe a small burp but was greeted with a massive room shaking belch. Tyson couldn't help it, he got rock solid staring at his sweaty body and hearing his own manly belching.

He worked his hand down awkwardly to his dick and started to pleasure himself.

He couldn't work it out, he missed his perfect body, he missed his old self, he was grossed out by being such a freak but god he was too horny to not please himself.

Right before his big moment he felt a wave of heat surge out into his body, his clothes felt tighter and suddenly the left strap of his tank top snapped as his shoulder, pec and arm practically doubled in size.

"AAH NO, NO NOT AGAIN"

Tyson watched as his dirty tank was torn to shreds by his growing body. His shorts felt tighter and tighter, soon he felt the sound of ripping fabric. As he turned to the side to inspect his growing legs he saw as his muscled ass split his pants in the back and the fabric quickly tore through making his shorts look like a bad loin clothe prop from a Halloween costume.

"OH FUCK NO, STOP, STOP AHHHH"

Tyson could only watch as his body continued to rapidly grow in the mirror...

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3 weeks later

Tyson leant back on the workout bench groaning and gasping for air. It was the most he had ever lifted, not that he wanted to get bigger but it was the only thing he could do with his day at this point.

He heard the noise of 3 guys cheering as Mark, Jayce and Dyaln approached him.

"HEY BIG MAN" Said Mark

"oh great, what do you guys want"

"relax big guy, just wanted to bring you a snack" Dylan laughed as he pulled out a paper bag of drive through crispy chicken and handed it to Tyson.

"Dont forget to wash it down" said Jayce handing him a protein shake

Tyson didn't have the will power to hold back, his new muscle and size burnt so much fuel from simple existing he was practically starving constantly. He immediately reached into the bag and started eating as much as he could as fast as he could, washing it down with a swig of the protein shake, only taking breaks to gasp for air.

A river of chocolate protein ran down his cheek and dripped onto his XXXL tank top, which looked more like a medium crop top on him.

A young handsome gym attendant walked over to the group with a smile on his face.

"hey guys, just a reminder, you can't eat like that in here save it for outside okay" He smiled as he looked straight into Tyson's eyes.

Tyson's mind was racing, this guy was the most handsome guy he had ever seen in his life, we wanted to apologise for being such a slob, hell, he wanted to ask the guy on a date.

Tyson rubbed the crumbs and protein from his mouth away with the back of his hand and opened his mouth. Immediately he gritted his teeth and almost by instinct at this point cocked the side of his mouth open.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!

Tyson couldn't help but belch and burp as he struggled to get a word out.

"bro..that's nasty" the gym attendant laughed as he walked away.

Mark, Jayce and Dylan all erupted with laughter.

"DUUUUUUDDEEEE" yelled Dylan

"You aren't gonna get a date like that dude I tell you that" laughed Jayce

"They probably wouldn't date him even if he didn't burp every couple of minutes, I mean who wants to date a bodybuilder freak right guys" Mark laughed as he rubbed Tyson's shoulders

"Yeah, you're right Mark, nobody wants a freak like Tyson" Dylan chuckled.

Tyson couldn't control it, the sound of their laughter, the way the three called him a freak and a slob. His dick got hard and he felt as a mixture of pre and cum leaked into his underwear.

They were never going to change him back, he was going to be stuck as this good for nothing muscle pig, forever....

he threw himself back down on the bench..

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

[hauntedestheart]

Transcript: "You Know The Face" Episode 47 - Blaise Gigson

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and resemblance to any real life persons is completely intentional, lol, but to spare the virgin eyes of the search algorithm I changed the name.

[Theme tune plays]

Arsenio: Hey there listeners, welcome back to "You Know The Face," the best podcast out there devoted to discussing the great changes that The Great Shift brought about.

Arsenio: As always, I'm your host Arsenio Braxton, still here and still me, and for this episode I'm by a very special guest- you might know the face, Blaise Gigson is here in the studio! Hi Blaise, welcome to the pod.

Blaise: Hey Arsenio! Thanks having me, I'm a huge fan of the show. This podcast is like, the soundtrack to my morning runs.

Arsenio: Oh my god, dude, I'm blushing! You've been one of our most requested guests for a while now so it's such a pleasure to finally have you here in the studio with us. And I want to let the listeners at home know, this guy is even bigger in person.

Blaise: Okay, now you're making me blush. I'll admit it, I always do fifty pushups before getting on camera just to make sure I look my best- does that make me sound weird?

Arsenio: I mean, it's healthier than my pre-show ritual, which is just a Red Bull and a shot of vodka. Now I'm gonna be calling you Blaise, but that wasn't the name you were born with, right?

Blaise: Yup, just like most people I was shifted into this body.

Arsenio: BUT, unlike most people, after the shift you decided to adopt the name of the original owner of that body. What inspired you to make that choice?

Blaise: Well I flipped a coin and- nah, I'm just joking. How do I explain this... the shift changed everything, you know? Not just our bodies, but the whole world. I don't really think that any of us are who we used to be, even the people who didn't shift, so taking on a new name just felt natural. Plus I think I'm kind of a special case since I swapped into a celebrity- I get recognized all the time, every day people come up to me on the street and call me "Blaise," so I figured I might as well just embrace that.

Arsenio: Oh that's true, I never thought of it like that. See, that's what I love about doing this show- getting all of these different perspectives. A lot of the people I talk to on this pod mention that they try stay connected to who they were before the shift, but it sounds like you're just full steam ahead. You very famously don't like to talk about who you were before at all, is that right?

Blaise: Nah, not really. A lot of people think that means I was a criminal or something and I'd like to say for the record that I was not, but I don't like to sweat the small things like who I used to be. I'm just focused on who I am today! And I think I make a pretty good Blaise Gigson, don't you?

Arsenio: Absolutely, man, you're crushing it. But I gotta ask, has the real Blaise Gigson tried to get in contact with you?"

Blaise: Try, like, eight Blaise Gigsons. That's the thing about swapping with a celebrity- there's a lot of creeps out there who were obsessed with you that think about this as their chance to get in on the action. Since it was impossible to figure out who was telling the truth, I had to just block all of them. For safety reasons.

Arsenio: Oh, so you don't talk to any of them? But aren't you worried you might be shutting out the real Blaise?

Blaise: Well, wherever he is he can rest easy knowing that I'm taking good care of his body. If you're out there watching Blaise, this one's for you!

Arsenio: Oh, and there it is! The famous bicep. Would you mind doing it again, just for me?

Blaise: Mind? I'd love to, these things are awesome.

Arsenio: No arguments here... actually, let's pivot and talk about that for a second. Now, we all knew that Blaise Gigson was a hottie with a body, but you've sexed up his image a lot since assuming the reigns. I'm sure most of our listeners have probably seen a certain viral video-

Blaise: The workout stream, yeah.

Arsenio: Dude. you broke the internet with that one! Seeing you all hot and sweaty, flexing all those muscles on the floor... pretty iconic if you ask me. Can one of the producers insert the clip here?

Arsenio: Damn daddy! Sorry, I shouldn't be thirsting over you while you're right here in front of me, they're gonna have to edit this part out or else before get cancelled haha.

Blaise: Nah, don't sweat it man. Trust me, no one gets it more than I do- you think looking at this body is great? Try living in it. Like, I'll admit it, I get turned on watching those clips too. I look fucking hot there.

Arsenio: So I think it's safe to say the "himboification" of the Blaise Gigson brand was a conscious decision on your part?

Blaise: Honestly? A little bit yes, a little bit no. I mean, it wasn't something I planned on when I first got this body, it just kind of happened. Like one day I just woke up and I was a famous hunk... of course I was gonna get a little wild, right? I couldn't resist showing off a bit. At first I was worried that I was going a bit overboard but people have really been responding to it.

Arsenio: Yeah I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who "responded" to that video, if you catch my drift.

Blaise: I hope so! I mean, think about it. When I was just a nobody sitting at home I would have killed to see my celebrity crushes take their clothes off and just, I don't know, start slutting it up. And so now that I am one of those guys I used to dream about, I wanna make that fantasy a reality for everybody else.

Blaise: Like, come on, don't the people deserve to see all of this?

Arsenio: I completely agree. Actually, could we see a little bit more, for the camera? Or even just for me?

Blaise: Haha, maybe later.

Arsenio: Alright, I'm gonna hold you to that. But we should probably get moving or else this episode is gonna wind up being four hours, haha. As the listeners know, I started this podcast because I was one of the few people not affected by The Great Shift, so I'm always fascinated by the stories of people who were. Let's get yours Blaise- can you walk us through your shift experience? What was it like for you that first morning?

Blaise: The thing I'll always remember about waking up was the weight. Being in a body like this one that's built like a tank, that's a lot of muscle, and muscle is one of the heaviest things in the body. I knew something was different before I even opened my eyes because I could feel how much space I was occupying. And that kinda freaked me out!

Blaise: But all of that weight is actually strength, and the second I started moving I knew that whatever had happened to me was a good thing.

Blaise: I'll never forget this- the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes and looked down was this giant chest blocking my view. I was so confused I tried like, wipe them off because I thought they were something stuck to me, but nope! I just had massive pecs all of the sudden. And then I got distracted just, like, squeezing them.

Arsenio: That's so funny- I hear that exact same story all the time, but from shifted women. I think you're the first guy to have the classic "boob grab" experience, haha!

Blaise: Hey, it's a classic for a reason! I say when you've got tits like these, you give 'em a squeeze. But I realized pretty quickly that there was a whole body underneath my chest, and that... woof. I was actually confused at first because I'd never touched a six-pack before so I was like "what the fuck is going on with my stomach" when I first felt it- I wasn't used to my body being so hard.

Blaise: The new core strength was incredible too- like, just sitting up felt better than it ever had before. And when I sat up and the blankets slid off of me and I saw my new body for the first time, I was shocked. I'd never seen someone with that many muscles in my life, and suddenly I had the best seat in the house. And by "best seat," I mean I had a dump truck ass.

Arsenio: Sounds like you were in bed for a minute then.

Blaise: A minute? Try two hours. I was alone with the body of my dreams and I could do anything with it, so I- well, you can probably guess what I did next.

Arsenio: I bet I can and I would love to hear about it, maybe even see a demonstration, but I think we should move on before we get demonetized. When you finally got out of bed, did you recognize yourself when you looked in the mirror?

Blaise: Recognize myself? Dude, I basically creamed myself. Blaise was one of my biggest celebrity crushes and seeing that face staring back at me from the mirror... just, words can't even describe it. Having all of this body and the face to match? The beard? This jawline? These lips? I'm handsome as fuck.

Arsenio: Dude, I'm so jealous right now you have no idea. So you weren't scared that you'd woken up in a completely new body?

Blaise: I mean, I was confused, but I thought it was just me, you know? I thought it was some kind of Freaky Friday situation and I'd just been zapped into this body so like, he could learn a lesson about the meaning of Christmas or something. I didn't learn about the shift until later.

Arsenio: And then did you freak?

Blaise: Nah. I feel selfish when I say that because I know how scared so many people are, and I feel for them I really do, but I was excited. I wasn't really thinking about anybody else, I was just excited to be Blaise.

Arsenio: And so we're heading on over a year since the shift- how are you settling in to your new body? It's quite an impressive physique and you've maintained it well.

Blaise: Thanks- keeping up with the gym routine was definitely one of my top priorities. Letting a body like this go to waste would have been a tragedy.

Blaise: But to answer your question, I'm still not entirely used to this body yet, and honestly, I hope I never am. It's fun always feeling surprised, you know? I'll just be going about my day and then I'll catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and remember that holy shit, I'm a fucking stud, and I get excited all over again. It hits me at the strangest times.

Blaise: Muscles are cool because they're like... they're always there, you know? I get a little show every time I look down. And the thing about it is- I'm not bragging, this is just a fact -I'm so ripped now that a bit of bulging is inescapable. People are always saying that I'm a tease but half the time I don't even realize that I'm doing it, it's just a side effect of existing while being this hot.

Arsenio: Damn, and here I thought you were doing this especially for me. Well, it's nice to see that fame hasn't gone to your head!

Blaise: Haha, I mean, when the head looks this good, I can afford it!

Arsenio: I can't argue with that, that is one big beautiful head you've got there. Blaise really is just a stunning man.

Blaise: Aren't I? It's great. I was kinda nervous when I started being active on Blaise's accounts because at first I felt like I was impostor or something like that, but I knew I had to keep posting because people deserved to see this face. I get a lot of hate comments from people saying "you shouldn't be doing this" and stuff like that, but I block them out and focus on the positive ones. There's a lot more of those anyways.

Blaise: It sounds shallow but like, as a hot guy, I hold a lot of power. I've been on the other side of the screen, looking through it at those gorgeous faces, so I'm very aware what an important escape a bit of thirst content can be. Now that I have this face, this body, I can make so many people happy just by taking some clothes off and posting a picture. Why wouldn't I want to do that?

Blaise: That's why the content shifted. Less comedy videos, more thirst, workout videos, photoshoots- the stuff people really wanted to see all along. I love sharing the gift of this body with the world.

Blaise: I don't take anything for granted anymore, I live my life to the fullest, and I want to invite all of my followers into that. Especially after everything the world has been through since the shift, I want people to be able to open up their phone, see this sexy smile, and know that it's possible to still be happy. That there's still beauty in the world.

Arsenio: Oh my god, Blaise, I didn't expect us to be getting so deep on this episode.

Blaise: Hey, I'm more than just a pretty face... I've got a great ass too.

Arsenio: That you do, Blaise, that you do. So, Blaise, let's lighten the mood a bit and jump to one of our listener's favorite sections- and if you've listened to the show before you know what I'm going to ask you next. What's your favorite part of being in your new body?

Blaise: My favorite part? I'll give you two guesses.

Blaise: I love being a walking, talking gun show. Like I look down and I just think wow, I get to own these arms.

Arsenio: Yeah those are some killer pipes man.

Blaise: Dude you have no idea, I'm so fucking strong now. I'm still not over how like... round they are? It's like someone shoved a football under my skin, they tear my shirts if I'm not careful. I'm never gonna get tired of watching them flex.

Blaise: Every part of this body is great actually but I wanna give a special shoutout to my thighs actually- I'm thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. I just love having some meat on these bones, you know? I never skip a leg day.

Arsenio: Oh trust me, I can tell. And Blaise, you know I gotta ask because it's the question everyone's dying to know the answer to... how big is it?

Blaise: I'm gonna have to plead the fifth on that one actually- I'm currently in talks with a few different studios that have some ideas about how we can unveil that particular part of my new brand. But... let's just say that Blaise was a big boy, and he didn't disappoint. It's hard for me to make it through the day without fondling myself all the time, pun very much intended.

Blaise: This is so embarrassing but I actually had trouble pissing when I first got this body because every time I whipped my dick out to piss I'd get a boner from the sight of it- it's a grower, I'll tell you that much.

Arsenio: Damn, well, there you have it listeners! An exclusive!

Blaise: Oh god, I can just hear my publicist in my head screaming at me right now. Can you edit that out?

Arsenio: No, no, we are definitely leaving that in! This is the kind of content the people want to hear.

Blaise: Haha, well, I'm always happy to give the people what they want. But yeah, if you're really curious about what little Blaise looks like, keep an eye on my socials. Big things on the horizon... very big.

Arsenio: We'll be sure to put links to your accounts in the episode description. Moving on, I feel like I know the answer but here's one that we ask everybody: if you could switch back to your old body, would you?

Blaise: ...Sorry, what? I got distracted for a second.

Arsenio: Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyways, Blaise, you know what's more exciting than waking up to find yourself in the body of a famous hunk? Today's sponsor, Squarespace...

[quinncupine]

Pumpkin Pranks

I thought it would be fun to write a little silly fic featuring teen Eri! and her Halloween pranks.

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Word Count: 800

QUINN'S MASTERLIST

"Hey Honey," Izuku walked through the door and lazily slipped off his shoes. "I'm home."

Silence greeted him, but he knew that couldn't be the case. You said you'd be home all afternoon, getting everything ready for tonight's party. He could still smell the lingering sweet scent of whatever you had decided to bake.

"Y/N?" He ventured into the kitchen, eyeing the plate of steaming pumpkin cookies that just begged to be eaten. "Hello?"

Still no response. Maybe you stepped out to get some supplies?

His stomach rumbled as he neared the plate. There was no time to eat lunch today because some villain thought it would be a good idea to rob the bank just down the street from his agency. Needless to say, things were handled quickly, but he still had to fill out paperwork over the event during his lunch break.

Those cookies sat there, mocking him, in all their pumpkin spicy glory, just waiting to be eaten by one rather hungry hero. Surely you wouldn't miss just one cookie? A quick glance around the empty apartment and he grabbed one off the top.

A warty goblin's face popped out from behind the cookies with a loud "BOO!"

Startled, Izuku dropped the cookie with a yelp and crashed into the counter behind him.

On the other side of the island was someone wearing a little gremlin mask, cackling. She removed the mask and nearly doubled over as she tried to catch her breath. You popped up next to her, hand over your mouth as you giggled through your fingers.

"Eri!" Izuku sputtered, face red as he tried to compose himself. "When did you get here?"

"Y/N picked me up from school." Eri finally managed to taper down her chortles and grabbed a cookie. "You should've seen the look on your face! And I got it on film! Kota's gonna love that."

As she laughed, you plucked the cookie from her hand. "Ah-ah, no sweets before dinner. Now, go wash up. Mirio and Aizawa are going to be here soon."

Eri pouted but set down the mask and headed for the bathroom. When she passed Izuku, she tackled him in a quick hug and then sprinted down the hallway.

You took a bite out of the cookie with a wink and sauntered around the island where your husband smirked at you.

"So, you picked up Eri?" He grabbed the cookie from your hand, or tried to anyway.

You pulled it out of his reach with a giggle and instead gave a sneaky kiss in its place. His hand snaked around your waist to pull you close and deepen the kiss.

"What happened to no sweets before dinner?" He asked once he pulled away, tasting the slightest bit of pumpkin on his lips.

"Ah, you're right," you sighed, hovering just above his lips and turned away. "No sweets then."

He only tightened his grip on you and tucked you firmly into his arms with a grin. "I suppose I can make an exception." He laughed and kissed you sweetly.

"Hey, is that a cookie!" Eri said behind you, hands on her hips.

Surprised, you both jumped away from each other. She smirked as you both blushed pink from being caught by the teen.

"It is!" She marched over and crossed her arms. "And what exactly were you two getting up to,hmm? In front of a poor innocent child, I might add."

"Innocent my butt," you muttered, not able to hide your exasperated chuckle. "Fine. One cookie. Don't tell Aizawa." You locked your pinky with hers.

She snatched a cookie off the pile and took a large bite. "Bribery? Not very heroic, Y/N."

"Says the one who's eating said bribe. What's with all this hero talk, huh? I thought you wanted to be a doctor or an awesome nurse like me?"

"I haven't decided yet," she chewed thoughtfully. "But maybe if I get another cookie, I could see the possibility of looking into medical school."

"She's been hanging out with you too much," Izuku tittered, glancing between the two of you. "She's turning into a mini you."

You crossed your arms, "And what's so wrong with that?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" Eri mimicked, a mock scowl on her face.

He froze as he stared at the double glare leveled at him and raised his hands slowly. "…This is a trap. I'm just gonna go take my shower now."

Izuku escaped before he incurred any more wrath, and as soon as he disappeared, you both broke into laughter.

"Hey, do you think we can scare Mirio when he walks in? Oh, what about Dad?" She picked up the mask with a menacing grin.

"If you can manage to scare Aizawa, then I'll give you twenty bucks."

"You're on!"

[ceasarslegion]

Im gonna be real here and say that if we want to have honest, 3-dimensional conversations about law enforcement and the military's abuses of authority, we are also going to have to acknowledge that these entities are often the only viable, livable career options for people who don't have things like degrees and high school diplomas. And often still the only viable options for people with those things in today's job market.

Yes, you can work minimum wage retail. But you will live off of ramen noodles, destroy your health from caffeine intake, and be completely miserable. That's not living. And it doesn't do anything for people with things like student debt.

And then you have this other entity that says "can you lift 30 pounds? Can you shoot a gun after training? Even if you can't, can you work in the department office doing our filing? You're literate? Awesome, here's a 60k per year starting salary that only goes up from there and full benefits. You have guaranteed full-time and your job security is basically impenetrable if you can get past probation." And look, if your choices are between swallowing your morals and not knowing when your next meal is coming, you're going to take the former. If you think you wouldn't, then I'm genuinely very happy for you that you're privileged enough to never have been in that situation.

Because here's the thing: when people are desperate and miserable, their vision tunnels. Their survival instincts kick in and tell them to discard everything that's not survival. One hand is offering them instant ramen and energy drinks, if anything, and the other is offering them a big hearty bowl of beef stew and steamed vegetables with a tall glass of milk. Which one do you think you'll choose if you're hungry?

And that's by design, I think. They're the only viable options for a certain class of people for a reason: they stop them from questioning the issues in the one place that fed them real, nutrient-dense food when they were hungry. You can't be objective about that, it's impossible, humans are emotional social animals and we are hard wired to defend the people who provide for us, its pack instinct.

And if you want to dismantle or reform the system here, you also have to acknowledge all the cops and veterans who joined because their only other choice was living paycheque to paycheque in an unsafe desolate apartment building wondering if they could ever retire over their dinner of instant ramen

[wtftarot]

Pac Reading: The Star

The Star is another one of my favorites. Shining right after the Tower, this card brings messages of hope, healing, and inspiration. What messages do you need from the Star? Let's fuck around and find out.

As always this reading is meant for entertainment purposes only and is not a substitute for professional advice in any way. Remember to use common sense and don't be a dumbass.

Pick the Star, the Water, or the lil Bird and head to your reading.

The Star

The first card I pulled for y'all was The Star, so I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that y'all are seeing a shit ton of signs and syncs. That or y'all are missing a lot of signs and syncs and keep asking for more. I mean, y'all came to a reading on The Star card, picked the Star group AND the first card that came out was THE STAR. If y'all are looking for signs you got em. If you're not someone who sees signs/syncs then you're probably needing a LOT of reassurance about something. Sweetheart, it's like you get a sign/ receive reassurance, think: awesome, great, got it! Then immediately start looking again, and if you find nothing, you're disappointed and start to doubt EVERYTHING. Listen, wanting some reassurance isn't a bad thing, but you're not looking at the root of why you need constant reassurance and the why is a big steaming shit pile of doubt. Not to be harsh but y'all doubt yourself like most people breathe air. Y'all want to be confident, and you have a lot of awesome qualities. But you keep thinking "I'll be confident when..." and you look at every 'flaw' you have that you think needs fixing. You only ever focus on the competition, on everything you're not. Let me tell you something, babe. Someone else being good or even better at something you do, does not somehow make you bad at it. It doesn't. That's just not how it works. There is not a limited amount of talent in the world. Deep down you know that, just like deep down you know you have potential, otherwise you wouldn't have started would you? The message for y'all today is simple (and I'm hearing may annoy some of y'all, sorry) : celebrate your accomplishments. Yeah, we hear it all the time but it's fucking important. You need to let yourself be proud of yourself! Fuck humility! YOU GOT THIS FAR! YOU DID THAT! LOOK AT HOW GOOD YOU ARE AT THIS! I know y'all feel like your accomplishments may be small, for some of you getting out of bed may be an accomplishment (hell yeah it fucking is, I'm proud of you, babe) Celebrating them isn't always about the size of the accomplishment, sometimes it's that you did something that was hard for you. Besides if you don't celebrate the 'little' wins, what makes you think you'll celebrate the 'big' ones? Oh, because they're the big ones, huh? Mmk, sooo you don't think that this habit you have of downplaying your accomplishments will just keep going? That it will just magically disappear when you reach the next goal? And you won't just set the bar even higher for yourself?? You don't think that will happen? Even though..... it already has? Okay, then. I hate to end the reading on that really snarky note, but that's it. That's the end. I think it came out that way cause your guides are sick of you shitting on yourself

There's a secondary message here for those of you who see a lot of signs/syncs and I mean A FUCK TON. You're missing the huge ass messages cause you're so damn focused on the little, more tangible signs I'm hearing. It's like y'all are looking for little outside signs, like maybe an animal or angel numbers or something. You're looking and looking for those lil confirmations and yet missing the bigger picture that is you, babe. You are the biggest sign. Your intuition. That has more meaning, more clarity and is more easily understood than any outside symbol.

random ass messages: 4242, birds, punk music, constellations, teeth? ladybugs.

The Water

Y'all are talking yourself out of things that make you happy and that's just unacceptable. There's something y'all wanna do but you're talking yourself out of it because what will people think or it's impractical or it's 'weird'. (Now, if it's not safe to express yourself authentically wherever you're at, I don't think this reading is for you. This reading is for those who are really critical of themselves and it's holding them back. Stay safe above all else. If you can find a safe space to express yourself do that. ) I feel like I need to tell y'all that you can go after something even if the only purpose is to make you happy. Like, it doesn't have to make money or be productive. You can just do things because you enjoy them. Hell, you don't even have to be GOOD at them. You can even do things that serve no other purpose than your own ease and comfort. HAPPINESS, EASE, AND COMFORT ARE WORTH PURSUING IN THEIR OWN RIGHT. Some of y'all feel like you have to reach a certain level of discomfort to "earn" doing something about it. HONEY NO. Just no. ANY tiny bit of discomfort is enough to want to fix it. Happiness and comfort are not something you can earn. You are human. You are alive. SO YOU DESERVE TO BE HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE IT'S THAT FUCKING SIMPLE. You are so damn hard on yourself for absofuckinlutly no reason. What good does judging yourself this hard even do? It's only stopping YOU from being happy. Being incredibly critical of yourself doesn't do a damn thing for the people around you, and it ain't even gonna stop assholes from trying to tear you down. It just makes life harder and less enjoyable for you. Sweetheart, I've been there and let me tell you life is so much more fun when you let yourself go after what makes you happy. I mean duh going after fun shit means you do more fun shit so yeah life is more fun. But nine times outta ten no one else gives a shit if you do the thing. Seriously, barring true assholes no one is going to care. And you don't even have to let anyone know about it if you don't want to.

random ass vibes: Florida, raccoons, 88, white flowers, art.

The lil Bird

Ngl y'all, this reading was a tough one. I think y'all may have mixed feelings or simply do not want to hear this. One word: Emotions. I know, but it's a good message. Y'all are going to be able to stop hiding them and are going to be able to express yourselves in an authentic way. Maybe the reason this was such a tough thing to read is that some of y'all are hiding them super fucking well? Maybe y'all feel/were taught by a shitty society that emotions are weak or maybe you just felt like you couldn't fully express yourself in the environment that you're in. Whatever the reason it's coming to an end and it's going to feel so damn good for y'all! The way it came through, y'all maybe don't realize how much you were hiding who you are as a person when you hid how you were feeling. Now, don't worry this doesn't mean you'll be crying 24/ fucking 7, some of you may cry more, and some of you will actually cry less. When you allow yourself to feel and express in the moment it won't build up and you'll actually feel more solid and grounded in yourself because you're not always fighting yourself. This also doesn't even mean you'll be talking about emotions a lot more, could be that you're expressing yourself in a creative way or singing along to a song that you feel connected to alone in the shower. It simply means allowing yourself to feel and honor your emotions in an authentic way. It's like y'all have been going through life hiding every genuine emotion, every genuine impulse you have, and honey that's no way to live. It's no fucking wonder you feel like you don't know who you are or you feel disconnected from yourself! You haven't let yourself connect to yourself. In fact, you've been fighting yourself, I'm hearing for years. If you're in a situation where it is unsafe to express yourself, there is a message here that soon you will be finding a space where you can safely express yourself. The last card in you're reading was the World. It talks about harmony in all things, the end of something to begin anew. That is where y'all are headed, harmony in yourself.

random ass vibes: midnight mass, tom and jerry, tigers, sunglasses

[tubbishtobias]

I know I’m late to this.

But here’s what I have to say.

2020.

COVID hit. I was a young girl, who was recently going through realizations of sexuality, friends etc. my friends introduced me to the dream SMP. I thought it was a little silly, then simping over these people playing Minecraft. But then I got into it. Like, super into it. Realizing there was more than just funny clips, there was actual LORE. I was so invested. I would sculpt clay of them, loving making little references of things that I like.

Going back into school post covid, I was so cringe. I thought my style was cool, and y’know, I did kind of eat. But I was happy. So happy. The friends that introduced me to it no longer liked it. They were too cool for it and kind of ditched me.

I had this community, that took a video game and made it into this super awesome story while still maintaining humor.

And they were real. It wasn’t like getting into a show, I think that’s part of the reason that I liked it so much. These creators were real, they have feelings, and lives.

They inspired me. Inspired me to keep drawing, even though the only thing I could draw was them. I loved it. Art block was no more lol

This is going to sound silly, but the dream SMP definitely helped me figure out my sexuality. Seeing other people so freely open about it made me think.

I didnt like when all of the trolls came and I was bullied relentlessly because I liked watching some people play Minecraft.

They helped me inspire my passion for steaming. Where I couldn’t imagine myself doing anything else but that. It seems so fun, to have a community that likes watching you.

Yea, all of my friends thought I was weird crying when Technoblade killed Tubbo with a firework, but I LOVED the plot. The lore. I didn’t even know what lore meant, or plot armor, or canon. Haha, I would give anything to have them back.

Technoblade especially. I didn’t know much about him before the SMP. But he is a super big part of my life and my joy. His ability to make humor, but maintain a serious atmosphere. His jokes, his PVP, he seemed like such a cool dude. Me cheering when he said that his cancer had been 99.99% percent removed.

2022.

I was going to one of the most exciting things I have ever done. A new experience, I was gonna meet new people. I was obsessed with drawing, the SMP, and HB. I was excited to meet people like me. I knew that I was trans, I wasn’t necessarily out tho.

I woke up one morning to a text from my friend. She used to like the SMP, but not really anymore. We were still friends.

She asked if I heard the news. Technoblade died.

I thought that she was joking.

Until I got another text from my friend. She’s one of my closest friends who was never really into the SMP but she knew that I liked it so she asked me about it.

I opened YouTube. Watched the video, sobbing. There was no way. You watch these people online, never having met them, only seeing what they want you to see on screen. You never know what you have until it’s gone.

My mum watched it.

She said that it was nice to see behind the scenes, seeing his dad, knowing that he’s a person. Writing RIP Technoblade we love you Alex as I went to my new experience the next day. A part of me seemed to just be broken.

Haha I’m sure this seems cringe. But like, everybody has there passions. These people inspired me. They made me who I am today, I wouldn’t be writing this if it wasn’t for them. Cancer has affected so many people in my life. It’s hard, it is. Knowing I will never get to meet Alex sucks. I mean, haha I probably wouldn’t have anyway. But him really being gone.. I don’t know. I know, people say, “he’s not really gone,” but it’s still different. He put on this attitude of wanting to power through it, making jokes. God, I miss him. I never met him, he doesn’t know me. But still, he made an impact on so many people. I know, this story has probably happened to so many people. But it feels good to tell it.

I know I’m not a super popular content creator. I May never be. But it’s nice to do this. It’s what I love to do, maybe I’ll have an impact some day.

Thank you Technoblade.

Im going to draw something for Technoblade 25, hopefully I’ll post it in a couple of days.

[phone-kisser]

A large collection of small rants about games/series/franchises that have changed my life

Why so serious. So anyway howdy my freaky fellows, today I'm gonna be doing 4-5 sentence (Probably more. Do I even know myself?) rants about games/series/franchises that have changed my life. You know this. You read the title. Obviously. Unless you didn't. Then you're stupid. Stupid dummy dum-dum.

Kidding, love you all thank you for all the support it genuinely means the world to me and oh god I'm rambling just stop talking

[CLEARS THROAT AGGRESSIVELY]

So we're gonna start with a game that I stumbled upon accidentally and has made a huge mark on my life and honestly my personality as well.

DIALTOWN:

WOWZERS, THIS GAME WAS INCREDIBLE. I didn't even MEAN to find it, I was looking for DDLC and I searched 'dating sim' on steam and it popped up. I thought "fuck it, I'm buyin' it" and now here I am. I spent half of my summer staying up until morning just trying to get all of the endings and achievements, and holy shit was it worth it. That game made me laugh and sob and scream into my pillow all in the span of 5 minutes. Chapter three was incredible, the emotions you can convey without even seeing facial expressions is honestly so awesome to me. Norm is a HUGE comfort character for me. (I GOT HIM IN THE SOULMATE QUIZ‼️) I'm so excited for the DLC to come out, and hopefully I'll get the Mingus plushie and any more that get re-released or any new ones!

Next is another game (or game trilogy, I suppose) that I didn't really mean to come by. Luckily I have a stupid brother that introduces me to things I never thought I'd enjoy.

DAYSHIFT AT FREDDY'S:

Wow, would you look at that, another game series by the hound himself! Now, I didn't have a computer until about half a year ago. Got one for my birthday. I found out about this game LONG before Dialtown. So it took me a while to actually play the game. But I had seen fanart, playthroughs, analysis...es? And a lot more. I was obsessed with davesport for months before I even got to play the game. But when I finally did play it, I was SO excited, and for good reason. This game got me into FNaF fangames, and introduced me to my weird thing for phone men. The third game made me sob my eyes out the first time I played it through the good ending. Yet another example of a game that had me giggling one moment and bawling the next. WHY DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO SUFFER, DOGGO??/silly (ily man. keep doin the do.)

Up next is THE original.

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S:

Wow. Now THIS is a game that left a mark on me. Got me into indie horror. I first played the game with my brother when I was like 6 I think?? It scared the piss outta me then, but over the years I learned to love it. I damn sure made a lot of cringe fanart when I was like 10..... But hey, it was fun. I kinda miss those times, even if I was seen as extremely weird for it. Thanks for years of fun, Scott. Couldn't have made it through life in my household without you.

Up next is my ALL TIME FAVORITE SIDE-SCROLLER.

CUPHEAD:

I love this game SO much. I first watched my dad play it on his computer, and he let me make my own save file! I wasn't very good for a long time, and I'll be honest, I'm still not exactly a professional. But it's fun, and practice makes perfect, right? I always chose Mugman, while my brother chose Cuphead. We would pretend we were the characters, and it was one of the only times I ever used to bond with him. Thanks for bringing me and my goober brother closer together, Cuphead.

MINECRAFT:

This game at least deserves a sentence or two. It's still one of my favorite games to play when I need to relax. I love making worlds with my siblings and building silly stuff with them.

ANIMAL CROSSING:

I spent weeks on this game. Probably even months. Maybe even a year or two. I don't play it as much anymore, but I still like to visit my island and see how my little villagers are doin every once in a while. Still pissed that I could never find Raymond, though. I tried so many times to find that silly little cat. I still do every so often. I'll get you eventually, Raymond. Mark my words.....

Moving on from games now. Let's talk about TELEVISION!

GRAVITY FALLS:

Wow. Just wow. What is there to even say? I love this show so very much. It makes me cry every time without fail. The fandom has its bad sides, but overall I love being apart of it. The Stan twins are my beloved babies and I will never let them go.

RISE OF THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

Now THIS is a show that left a HUGE mark on me. Hell, I even changed my name to Donnie for almost a year... I don't like to think about this phase. But this show is amazing, it was the reason I'm friends with a lot of my friends to this day. It deserves to get a re-run, even more seasons. Top tier show, would recommend.

EDDSWORLD:

This show HEAVILY influenced my artstyle and a lot of my general humor. I've been obsessed with it off and on for a few years now, and it's a great show. It's silly and fun, and it's ALSO a reason I'm friends with a few of my best friends.

That's it for now, folks!! Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

I might do another one of these, depends on how I feel about it. Hope you enjoyed my yaptastic yapping session.

Have a great morning, afternoon, evening or night!!! Love you all!!!!!

[applesapp]

dinner date <3

Part 3!! latest part is above :3 ^^^

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Y/N and Jisung walk into the small sandwich shop. The store is full of people. From the kitchen, you can see smoke and steam coming from the back. The store is humid and loud. Bells are ringing telling people food is ready. People are speaking loudly across tables from how loud it is. The shop smells like grease and condiments.

“Are you sure you wanna eat here?” Y/N asks Jisung

“I mean, not really. It’s kinda gross.. Do you?”

“Mm, no. What else is around here?”

“There’s not a lot, but I know where a really nice Italian restaurant is.”

“Oh Jisung, I don’t need something fancy! I promise.”

“No, it's fine! Cmon I’ll take you there. “

They walk out of the store and head back over to the park. Jisung parked his car on the other side of the road from where they were. The streets are busy and crowded. Jisung presses the cross button on the traffic light, and a few seconds later it changes and allows them to go. Jisung walks fast ahead of Y/N. Y/N tries to speed up next to him, but she ends up grabbing his arm to pull herself closer. He looks down at her, smiles and giggles. He puts his arm around her shoulders and brings her close when they get to the other side of the road. 

“Was I walking too fast for you?” He asks jokingly

“Haha, no not normally, these shoes just suck to walk in.” She responds rolling her eyes, trying to hide her rosy cheeks. 

They walk over to his car. Jisung pulls out his keys and unlocks the door. They both get in and he starts the car. They start to head over to the restaurant.

“I’ve heard this place is super cool, it has super good food too.” Jisung says.

“Good! I can’t wait, is it far?”

“Kind of, but I don’t mind. Wanna listen to some music?”

“Sure!”

Jisung leans over into the middle to turn on the radio. The song “bad” by wave to earth starts playing. They both blush up and giggle about the romantic song. They bring up small talk all the way over there. Soon enough they make it to the restaurant at around 3:00. 

He parks his car and gets out of the car fast. He heads over to Y/N’s side of the door and opens it for her. The light peers through the open door shining onto her body. Jisung looks at her in awe. He holds out his hand for her. She grabs it and gets out of the car. They look at each other and smile. They started walking over to a tiny restaurant with vines hanging over the doorway. The building is small and made of old brick, it looks like it has been there forever. The smell of spices and slight smoke from the oven. The light peered through the leaves and shined onto them walking into the building.

“Just a table for two, please.” Jisung tells the waitress. 

“Right this way sir.”

The waitress led them to a small table with two chairs. Jisung pulled out a chair for Y/N. The waitress gave them two menus and poured them water. They both started to look over the menu.

The waitress comes back to ask for drinks.

“What drinks can I get for you guys today?” She asks

“Can I have just water please?” Asks Y/N

“Yea and can I have a Dr Pepper?”

“Sure thing!” The waitress writes down their orders and heads to the back.

“Dr Pepper? In this fancy restaurant? You're so funny.” Y/N says with a giggle.

“Yea! I love it! What do you think you’re gonna get?” Jisung asks

“I’m thinking of the fettuccine alfredo, but it’s such a big serving I don’t think I can finish it all.”

“I can share it with you if you’d like! I was thinking of getting that too.” Jisung says with a sweet inviting smile. 

“That would be awesome! Gosh we just have so much in common.” Y/N replies with a giggle. 

The waitress comes back with their drinks and they order their food. While waiting for their food, they start comparing things they like and don’t like with each other. Y/N puts her elbow onto the table and leans her head into her hand, admiring the handsome boy in front of her. Her other hand is laying down on the table. Jisung notices and puts his hand onto hers. She looks down and smiles. Her whole face turns red. She looks up at him looking at her. His big brown eyes are shining from the light. They stare at each other only for a few seconds before the waitress comes back with the plate. They quickly pull away from each other. They start to split the pasta evenly between them. 

‘“Oh my gosh this looks so fucking good” Jisung says.

“Haha yea, it does.” Y/N replies.

They both start to eat and continue eating and talking to each other. They have both become so comfortable with each other so quickly. They finish their dinner and Jisung calls for the check. The waitress comes back with it.

“Are you sure you can pay? We can split it if you want!” Y/N asks.

“No, no. Y/N please it’s okay! I want to pay for this, it was really nice.”

She jokingly rolls her eyes and giggles at him. She’s so amused by him. He gives the check back to the waitress for her to go pay. She comes back quickly and they get ready to leave. 

They walk back out the car. The sun is slowly setting and it’s golden hour. The clock reads 6:00. He opens the car door for her again. She giggles and gets in. They drive home, listening to music on the radio, talking about each song that comes on. He seems to know a lot about music, which impresses her. They get back into the city and she directs him back to the front of her apartment building. They get there at around 7:00.

“Alright, this is my place, thank you for the ride!” Y/N says.

“Wait-” Jisung interrupts. 

He runs to grab her arm from the back to stop her. 

“I wanna walk you up, I think it’s important I do.” 

She smiles and nods her head in agreement. They walk up.

“Okay, this is my apartment, 5B.” 

“Cool, now I know where you live so I can stalk you!!” He says while they both giggle at the joke. Jisung grabs both her hands and looks down at her. They both stare into each other's eyes. He glances down at her lips and leans in a little bit. He stops himself quickly, making sure not to move too fast. She looked at him confused, she thought he was going to kiss her. She wanted it, after all.

“I should uhh, get going, let you get ready for the night.”

“Thank you for a wonderful dinner, Jisung.” She says with a sweet smile.

“Anytime, really. Okay, I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yea, I’ll see you later.” 

They give each other a small hug and he walks away. She opens her apartment door. She can’t stop smiling. She really has fallen for this boy. All she can think about is being with him and spending more of her free time with him. She makes her feel so special and they hardly know each other. She gets undressed and takes a quick shower washing the day off of her. The entire time she is in the shower, she hopes Jisung will send her a text back. When she gets out and wraps a towel around herself, she looks at her phone to see no message from him.

“Maybe he’s just driving home, I hope I didn’t make him uncomfortable.” She thinks to herself. She gets into her night clothes and gets into bed.

“Again, thank you so much for a wonderful day and an awesome dinner, goodnight :)” She texts him.

She puts her phone down and settles down for bed.

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Read that one “Mac and Azure kidnap Wukong together” AU idea and wrote a lil ficlet for it.

All things considered, the farmer’s life was nice. Peaceful. Relaxing, even.

Azure Lion was happy here. It wasn’t his ideal lifestyle; but it was good. The labor required to farm their food wasn’t too difficult for him (if anything, the hardest part was being gentle enough that he didn’t tear the leaves off a carrot while yanking it from the ground) and the isolation was calming.

It was home. Just for now, not forever, but it was home.

“Oy, Azure!” Macaque yelled out to him. He was holding a pot and mixing it with a spoon held by his tail. “Hurry up and get inside! I’m already halfway done with dinner over here.”

“Coming!” He called back, picking up his basket of root vegetables to join the shadow. “You know, gardening would go by a lot faster if you just had your clones do it.”

“And let you slack off all day as I do all the hard work? Nice try, Bud.”

Azure rolled his eyes before placing down the basket in the small kitchen and wandering into the bathroom to freshen up.

“All freshened up?” Macaque asked when he came back into the dining room.

“I tried to be quick about it.” Azure said as he caught the dishes Macaque tossed him, going to set the table. “Where’s Wukong?”

“That’s a dumb question,” Macaque snorted as he started bringing out the food. “He’s in the nest. I tried to take him out for awhile but he’s in another mood today.”

“Don’t be rude. You know how hard this is for him.”

“Well maybe he wouldn’t be having such a hard time if he just got with the program.”

“Macaque!”

“We’re both thinking it!“ the monkey snarled as he slammed the final, steaming pot down. “If he just got his shit together we wouldn’t even be here!”

“I know that! But the sickness in his mind-“

“Oh, again with “The Sickness”-“

“He does not know what he wants, Macaque. We must be patient with him. You know what they did to him.”

Macaque’s jaw snapped shut with a click, shifting his head to avoid eye contact. Azure Lion sighed, rounding the table to gently grip Macaque’s shoulder.

“I want him back just as much as you do. And it’s easy to blame him for what happened during his enslavement to the Emperor. But Macaque, it’s not his fault.”

“…sometimes, it feels like he’s choosing not to be himself.” Macaque mumbled, staring at the table.

“Macaque-“

“He’ll just. I’ll see him go for the throat of a demon he’s fighting or start laughing at a dumb joke or just stare down an enemy with that twinkle in his eye and for just a second he’s there.”

“I’m sorry, Macaque.” Azure Lion sighed, and Macaque’s head snapped up in shock.

“What?”

“I’ve been trapped in that scroll for so long, but you’ve been trying to find and save him for centuries. It’s easy for me to judge you for losing your temper with him but I was never put into the position you were of watching him whither away. I’m sorry.”

“…okay, yeah, same.” Macaque said, chuckling as he shrugged off Azure Lion’s hand. “I can’t get pissed off at you for just trying to help. Now let’s stop the mushy crap and get dinner started already. You mind getting Peaches? I’m gonna check to see if we have any wine left.”

“Of course.” Azure smiled, passing Macaque as he walked down the stairs. “See if we have any peach-flavored left.”

“I’ll see what I can do!”

Azure smiled before turning to the door, taking a deep breath and summoned his sword. He started unlocking the first of many locks.

Hopefully Wukong would be calm enough to have dinner without starting a fight.

Aaaaaa Anon this is freakin awesome!! Yes, thank you for sharing this I love it 😍😍😍

Such a good inclusion of Azure insisting that Wukong is not himself and needs them to save him. I adore that motivation for these yandere type villains, and it’s something I find especially fitting for the likes of Macaque and Azure.. they just want him back to the way he is supposed to be, after all~

[f-smutt-fitzgerald]

Hide and Seek (w/ Trey Clover)

Art by @artsyco3xist. [Check out their page for more awesome TWST fanart!!!]

Summary: An innocent game of hide-and-seek ends up with you trapped in Trey's closet, accidentally bearing witness to how the Heartslabyul Vice Housewarden blows off steam during the little free time he has in his chaotic academic life. Contains: masturbation, accidental voyeurism, mutual pining, closet sex Story Length: 7,952 words

You’re not quite sure how you always end up in these awkward and weird situations, but such was your new life here at Night Raven.

It started when Ace and Deuce invited you over yet again after class. Frankly you spent more time at Heartslabyul than your own dorm, not that there was ever really anything for you to do over at Ramshackle aside from hang out with the ghosts. You, Grim, and the two boys sat on the floor in Ace and Deuce’s room playing cards like the four of you usually did after class while you talked about the day’s events.

Ace dropped his head down, tossing his cards to the ground, “Man, I can’t focus on playing cards with that test Trein gave us today… If I failed, Riddle is gonna have my head man…” He grabbed his hair, throwing himself back as he lamented, “I need my head, man!”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Well, did you study?”

Grim growled, “The three of us studied all last night while you were off who knows where!” The cat-like creature chuckled, puffing his chest out with pride, “Don’t worry, with my help, I’m sure the three of us passed!”

You looked over at Ace, a serious look in your eyes, “Yeah, you’re screwed…”

Deuce picked up the cards on the ground, “Where were you last night, anyways?”

“I was at the study session.” The three just stared at you. “At the library.” You laughed at their blank faces. “Where Trein said he was going to be handing out last minute study guides for the test.”

Your three companions all looked at you in horror, Deuce’s mouth dropped, “You’re kidding! When did he say that!?”

You crossed your arms, leaning back against the frame of Deuce’s bed, “Last week, dude. He said that he understood that everyone was feeling pretty stressed about the exam, and that he was tired of receiving complaints from overworked students. So he offered this last minute opportunity to review the material for the exam.” You looked over their clueless faces, “You guys were asleep when he said that, weren’t you?”

“Ughhh!” Ace lamented, “How am I supposed to pay attention to important stuff like that when he makes everything sound so boring!”

Grim pouted, “This totally ruined my evening! Why didn’t you bring us!?”

Deuce scrutinized you, “Yeah, weird of you to not at least bring Grim…”

“Oh…” You scratched your neck, unsure of what you should say to them, “I was invited to go by another group in the class… Felt like it would be rude to invite other people to study with us…”

To tell the truth, you didn’t want them there with you. Trein had asked some Juniors to stick around in the library and help the freshman with the study packets. And among those Juniors… Was Trey Clover.

A few days prior, while you were getting a snack from the Heartslabyul kitchen, Trey had told you that he was going to be there, and that you should stop by and ask him for help before the exam. He also whipped you up some quick pancakes for you to snack on before dinner. Trey baked treats for everyone, of course, but the way he always offered to cook you something when you were over made you feel special. You never mentioned it to your companions, but you had a huge crush on their green haired Vice Housewarden. The way he always stuck around and chatted with you while you were at the dorm made you feel giddy, like a little girl who secretly craved the attention her best friend’s mature older brother.

You knew that your companions were going to forget about the study session, so you just ‘forgot’ to remind them… Sure, you felt bad about intentionally sabotaging their chances to do well on the exam, but you desperately wanted to spend some time alone with Trey. He was an upperclassman, and busy all the time keeping Riddle from blowing up again, so you hardly ever got to spend time with him.

When the study session began, you had to share him with several of your classmates as they all had questions they needed answered on their study packets, but as the night went on it ended up just being you and Trey, alone in the library and talking about life until the librarian kicked you out. He even offered to walk you back to your dorm, but for some dumb reason you got all flustered and declined the offer. All you could think about the whole day was how you wished you could have just let him be a gentleman, but your stupid pride got the better of you. You fantasized about what could have happened if you managed to get him alone in your dorm…

Ace let out a deep sigh, “Well now I’m even more bummed.” He rested his head in his hands, “Let’s do something fun to help me forget about all this…”

Deuce thought for a moment, “We could hike up to the old mine? That’s what mischievous kids do when they’re bored, right? Hike over to haunted places?”

You and Grim looked each other in the eyes and rolled them, “We get enough ‘haunted places’  at our dorm…”

Ace groaned, “Besides, I exercise enough at my club. I don’t want to do more of it during my free time.”

Deuce shrugged, “Then what do you want to do?”

“Hmmmm…” The fluffy haired ginger boy considered it for a moment, eventually he started giggling slightly, “Y’all wanna play hide and seek?”

Deuce frowned at him, “What are you, five?”

Ace pushed on his roommate’s arm, “Come on! This dorm is massive! Lots of fun places to hide! It’ll be fun!”

You scoffed, “If Riddle doesn’t find out, that is.”

Ace laughed, “That’ll be the added fun of it!” He winked, “Gotta hide reaaal well!”

“Besides,” Deuce added with a shrug. “Riddle’s at a housewarden meeting tonight, he won’t be back for a while, so I’m sure we can goof off for a few hours.”

Grim jumped up, raising his paws in the air, “I’m sold! I’m great at hide and seek!”

Ace cocked his head at him, “Because you’re so freaking small, dude.”

The furball snickered into his paw, “My size does give me an advantage, but it’s my quick wit and massive intellect that really makes me a hide and seek champion!”

Deuce smirked, “Well that settles it then. You count first.”

Grim’s face twisted with dismay, “Awww why me!”

Ace elbowed the furry weasel, “You said it yourself, you have an advantage, plus you gotta prove how amazing you are with that ‘big intellect’ of yours! Unless all that ‘hide and seek champion’ bullshit was just talk…”

Grim aggressively pointed into Ace’s chest, “I’ll show you! I’m the best there is! No matter where you hide, I’ll find you!”

Deuce and Ace looked at each other with satisfied smiles, Deuce started standing up, “Excellent. Now we’re gonna go hide, you count to 300.”

Grim’s eyes widened, “300?! That’s way too big of a number!”

You stood up as well, “I mean, it’s a big dorm, gonna take a while to find a good hiding spot…”

Ace grinned mischievously as he, too, got up, “Unless that’s too hard for you? You do know how to count that high, right?”

Grim grumbled to himself, “Of course I can count that high! Whatever, doesn’t matter how much time you guys have to hide, I’ll find you in no time flat!” He covered his eyes and began counting loudly, “1! 2! 3…!”

The three of you scrambled out of the room, rushing through the hallway outside in search of a good spot. Deuce looked to you and Ace, “Let’s split up.”

Ace was already rushing to the stairs, quietly yelling back at you, “I call bottom floor!”

Deuce turned to you, you shrugged, “Guess I’ll go upstairs then.” The blue haired man nodded as you parted ways. You quietly rushed up the winding staircase to the 3rd floor, passing by other random students who gave you a peculiar look as you searched the hallway for a good spot.

You searched for a hidden nook or unassuming closet that you could sneak into, but for the most part this floor was full of dorm rooms. You could hear Grim shout from the floor below, “Ready or not! Here comes the great and powerful Grim!” He must have skipped a few numbers…

‘Shit…’ You thought to yourself as you looked desperately for an empty room to go into. Your pride was on the line, so you pushed open a door next to you and saw that the inside of it was dark and empty, so you rushed in, quickly and quietly closing the door behind you. You couldn’t see much in the room, you knew it was a random person’s dorm, but at this point you decided to stick with it. You didn’t want to give Grim the satisfaction of finding you so quickly.

You could hear Grim’s voice down the hallway outside, he seemed to be approaching the area. “Come out come out wherever you aaaare!” He chanted.

You could hear him peeking into various rooms he passed, getting yelled at by students he intruded upon. You looked around the dorm room, focusing in on a slatted closet built into the wall at the far side of the room. You tip-toed over to it and crouched down inside, closing the doors behind you and peeking through the slats. With bated breath, you stared at the front door of the dark room, hoping that it would stay closed as you heard Grim’s voice taunting out in the hall.

“Jeez… This floor is only bedrooms…” Grim lamented as he peeked into the room across the hall, getting yelled at by yet another Heartslabyul student. “Let’s see if they’re on the main floor…” Grim grumbled, walking right past the room you were in. You sighed with relief. If he was going downstairs to search, that meant you had time to switch hiding spots before the owner of the room came in and found you.

The sound of footsteps approaching the dorm gave you pause before you could leave. ‘Shit… Is Grim coming back to check this room?’ You slunk back into the closet as the door opened up, finding yourself sitting on a couple pairs of large sneakers. You glanced down at the shoes, shifting yourself off of them. The faint light that peered in from the hallway outside the room illuminated the sneakers a bit so you could see them better, you squinted at the familiar looking items. ‘Wait… Those are…’

The lights in the room flickered on, the person entering tossed their bag onto the bed and closed the door behind him, yawning as he stretched both his arms across his chest. You peeked through the slats of the closet door in horror as you realized who this dorm room belonged to.

Trey tugged his tie off and tossed it along with his uniform jacket onto the foot of his bed, sliding his shoes off as he walked over to his desk, undoing the first few buttons on his shirt. He sat down in his chair, leaning back in it as he pulled his phone from his pocket, muttering quietly to himself. “Let’s see…” He spoke softly, doing some math in his head, “Riddle’s at his meeting, so I have at least an hour till he’s done with that… Probably an hour and a half till he gets back…” He tapped at his desk, thinking for a moment.

You knelt in the closet, covering your mouth to keep from being heard as your panicked breathing had suddenly become more erratic. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ You prayed that he was going to leave any second to meet up with Riddle or bake something or at least use the restroom so you could make a break for it. How on earth were you going to explain why you were hiding in his closet? You had the idea of texting your friends to come up and find a way to distract him so you could escape, but as you pulled your phone from the pocket of your skirt, you realized the battery was dead. ‘Fuck!’ You rubbed your forehead. You always forgot to charge your phone when you were over hanging out with Deuce and Trey.

Grim’s voice could be heard from the floor below, Trey glanced over at his front door, smirking a bit. “If he’s here… She must be here, too…” His cheeks blushed slightly as he slumped back in his chair, biting his lip as he began unbuttoning his vest. He leaned up and shucked his vest off of him, letting it drop to the floor as he opened up his laptop on the desk. “I’ll go out and say hi after I’m done…”

‘He sure does talk to himself a lot…’ You watched him, your whole body shaking with anxiety. You were grateful he wasn’t going into his closet, but how long was that going to last?

Trey typed away at his computer, clicking at something on the screen which had been angled out of your view. He sat back in his chair staring at whatever he was looking at on his laptop. Trey leaned his head back, rubbing his thighs and gripping them slightly as he let out a soft, quiet moan. He rubbed up his stomach to his chest, biting his lip and staring at the screen as he began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, letting it hang loosely from him as he moved down to his pants.

You stared at him in shock, ‘What the hell is he doing?’ You couldn’t look away, and frankly, you didn’t want to.

Trey palmed his groin, massaging the outline of his growing bulge. He did this for a while, staring at his computer screen with increasingly labored breaths before finally unzipping his pants, reaching in and stroking at his erection hidden inside of his fitted black underwear. He slid down in the chair, leaning his head against the wooden headrest as he finally withdrew his cock from inside his pants, shutting his eyes tight and sucking on his lower lip as he resumed jacking off his thick erection.

‘Holy shit.’ You couldn’t help but lean in to get a better look through the wooden panels of the closet. You felt your underwear becoming wet as you watched him, feeling bad for spying on him in such a private moment, but at the same time the heat inside you grew and you were thrilled to have been able to see this.

Trey leaned over and grabbed a bottle of lotion hidden behind some books on his desk, in doing so, he tilted the computer screen your way. You were nervous to see exactly what kind of porn the 18 year old had been watching, but when you finally got a glimpse at the screen, your heart stopped.

He was looking at pictures of you.

Your Magicam page was opened up on his laptop, the images he had been watching so intently as he rubbed himself off, were of you.

Your heart pounded in your chest and the heat in your lower stomach grew like a fire as you watched him squirt some lotion into his hand and onto the tip of his dick, setting the bottle aside as he continued rubbing his now glistening member. Trey threw his head back as the pleasure increased, he moaned your name breathlessly as he thrust his hips upward into his lubricated hand, “Oh fuck… (Y/N)… You feel so good…”

Your arousal was becoming too much to bear as you watched Trey, you felt like you might lose it if you didn’t feel any friction in between your legs soon. So you threw your better judgement out the window and reached down between your legs, pushing your hand into your skirt and inside your underwear, sliding your fingers in between your wet folds. You covered your mouth with your other hand to keep from moaning, biting your lip as you rubbed yourself at the sight of Trey furiously stroking his cock.

He raised a leg up to rest on the desk, knocking some books to the ground as he bucked his hips upward, panting and gripping onto his thigh with his free hand. “Oh god… (Y/N), please… Fuck, I need you so badly… Ah!” His toned stomach and chest flexed as he thrust into his hand, you could fully see the definition of his abs and pecs, the veins in his neck and arm bulging slightly as he rubbed himself faster.

‘I’m right here, Trey…’ You thrust your fingers into your cunt, staring at his cock and imagining that it was him inside of you right now. ‘You can have me Trey senpai… Fuck, I want you, too…’ The hand covering your mouth slid down to grip your breasts, squeezing them as you thrust your fingers rapidly into yourself, struggling to control your breathing. ‘Fuck me, Trey… Oh god I need you inside of me.’ You held back the urge to whine out as you quickly approached orgasm.

Trey seemed to be in a similar situation as he moaned loudly, raising his hips up as he rapidly and wildly stroked himself. His lips were parted and his eyes rolling around to stare at the computer screen feverishly as he grunted, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, (Y/N)…” He leaned his head back, his breathing rough and labored, “Let me cum inside you… Oh god, I want to cum inside you…”

You watched in a state of euphoria as long, thick strands of cum shot from his cock, which he quickly aimed upward to get most of the ejaculation on his chest, moaning and grunting as he thrust his hips up into his hand a few more times to milk out the last of his cum.

The sight of him covered in his own semen after masturbating to the thought of you instantly sent you over the edge. You covered your mouth and desperately held back your own moaning as your stomach tightened and your cunt started to pulsate, juices dripping into your underwear as you rapidly clenched and unclenched around your own fingers.

You were still riding out your own orgasm when there was a sudden knock at Trey’s door. Trey opened his eyes and looked up towards the ceiling as he traced his fingers through the warm cum covering his stomach. He sighed and called out, “Who is it?” The green haired boy leaned forward and grabbed a handkerchief from one of his desk drawers, wiping up the mess on his abdomen.

You could hear Ace’s voice from out in the hallway, “Hey Trey, it’s Ace and Deuce—”

Grim’s shrill voice called out, “And Grim!”

Ace continued, “We were wondering if you’ve seen (Y/N)?”

Trey eyed his laptop, smirking as he looked at the pictures of you he had pulled up. He reached over and closed the computer, “No, I haven’t seen her… What’s this about?” He zipped up his pants and began buttoning his shirt as he got up from his chair, turning to walk towards his door. “You lose her or something?” He opened up the door, looking down at the two freshmen and the weasel.

Deuce scratched his neck, “Well, you see, we were playing hide and seek…”

Grim threw out his arms, “And we can’t find her anywhere! It’s like she just disappeared!”

Trey chuckled, adjusting his glasses as he leaned against the doorframe, “Such is the point of hide and seek, isn’t it?”

Deuce sighed, “I saw her come up to this level, so I was hoping you had seen her anywhere?”

Trey cocked his head, “No, I haven’t…” He considered this information for a moment, “You’re sure you checked everywhere?”

Ace shrugged, “I mean, it’s a big place… We’re just getting nervous that we haven’t been able to find her or reach her on her phone…”

Trey crossed his arms, grinning at the boys standing before him, “Looks like she’s really serious about hide and seek…”

Deuce groaned, “It’s probably just that her phone’s dead… We’re really hoping to find her before Riddle gets back…”

Trey nodded, “Well, best of luck to you. Let me know when you’ve found her so I don’t have to worry about another Riddle meltdown…”

Ace urged the other two along with a groan, “Okay, talk to you later, Trey.”

Trey closed the door and turned to lean against it, rubbing his mouth for a moment before glancing up at his closet where you were hiding. Something seemed to suddenly occur to him and his eyes went wide. “Didn’t I leave that open, earlier?”

You covered your mouth with both hands and sunk to the back of the closet, panic taking over you as Trey started to slowly walk over. ‘Please don’t look in here… Please oh god don’t look in here…’

To your horror, Trey was now standing in front of his closet, a look of dread on his own face as he grabbed onto the handles and pulled the doors open. Your heart momentarily stopped as the two of you now stared into each other’s eyes.

Trey covered his mouth and stumbled back, “Well… Fuck…” He pushed his hair back, his whole body filled with panic, “What are you… Why are you in my closet!?”

You sat forward, shaking as you held a up a pleading hand, “I… I can explain! I-I didn’t mean to—”

Trey covered his face which became red from the crippling embarrassment, “Oh god… You saw that, didn’t you?” He desperately hid his eyes from you.

You stammered, your face hot from insufferable humiliation and guilt, you wished lightning would just strike you now before this moment continued. “N-no! I didn’t see anything, I swear!”

Trey rested his shoulder on the closet door, shaking his head, “You don’t have to lie… Fuck…” He slid down to a sitting position, resting his crossed arms on his knees, “I… I’m really sorry…” He buried his head in his arms, “Please forget you saw anything…” He leaned his head back and rubbed his face, pushing up his glasses as he did so. “Why are you in my closet, (Y/N)?”

You struggled to find your words, the guilt twisting your stomach into knots. “Well… We were playing hide and seek…”

He covered his eyes, “Yes, but why are you in my closet?”

You scratched your head, “Grim was coming… And I sorta panicked…” You looked up at him, trying and failing to keep from bursting into tears, “I promise I really didn’t mean to hide in your room, I was going to leave as soon as Grim passed by, but then you came in…” You covered your face in your hands, “I’m really, really sorry Trey… Please don’t hate me…”

Trey sighed and leaned in to pull your hands away from your face, a genuine look of concern in his eyes as he stroked the tears from yours, “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay… I don’t hate you. I’m not even mad at you, it’s okay.” He knelt down in front of you, rubbing your cheek, “I promise I could never hate you.” You looked up at him briefly before looking away when the shame became too much.

Trey sat back on the ground, looking you up and down. He noticed how disheveled your bunched up skirt was, and that the fingers on your hand were still slightly wet from when you were rubbing yourself off. You saw him staring at your hand and you quickly hid it away, smoothing your skirt slightly and getting ready to stand up, “I-I should probably leave before those idiots get themselves into trouble…”

The Vice Housewarden didn’t move out of the way, though. He just sat there staring at you, deep in contemplation. He hesitantly reached over and held onto your arm, keeping you from pulling away as he inspected your fingers. He seemed in a daze as he finally spoke, “Hey, (Y/N)… Be honest with me…” He met your eyes, breathing deeply as he leaned in to kiss your damp fingers, your heart pounding like a train engine in your chest. “Were you touching yourself just now?”

“Wh-what!? Of course not! I-I don’t…” You tried to pull your hand away from him, but he gripped your wrist tightly. His hands were surprisingly strong.

Trey looked at you over the frames of his glasses, “I told you to be honest…” He licked up your fingers, relishing in the taste, “Did you enjoy watching me?”

Your breathing became erratic as Trey started to lean over you, backing you into the wall of his closet, pushing past his shoes and clothes, “What… What are you…” You could feel that area between your legs start to get wet again. You shut your eyes, “I promise, I wasn’t doing anything, I swear! I… I was just waiting for you to leave…”

Trey grabbed onto your other wrist, pulling both your arms above your head and holding the two of them in place with one large hand, rubbing his other hand up along your thigh and pushing up your skirt slightly as he breathed into your neck, “So you’re saying that you didn’t do anything? So if I stuck my fingers into your cunt right now, you’re telling me it’s not going to be dripping wet down there?” His voice was hot and rough in your ear as he pinned you in place, his thumb rubbing over the hem of your underwear.

You shook slightly, his behavior now was drastically different from just a moment ago when he was too filled with shame to even look at you. It seemed as though all that anxiety he was feeling had suddenly disappeared now as he pinned you down in his closet with no indication of slowing down, “T-Trey? What… What are you doing?” You could barely get the words out, the air in your lungs felt heavy.

You could feel him smirking into your ear as he slid his hand between your legs, feeling how wet your panties were. “If you really weren’t aroused by watching me, then what’s this?” He nibbled your earlobe, “Looks like I’ve caught my little closet pervert red handed… Or rather…” He pushed aside the damp fabric of your underwear and shoved two of his fingers into your cunt, “Wet handed…”

“Ahhhn!” Having his thick fingers suddenly thrust inside of you made you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The suddenness of it all made you panic slightly, “W-wait, s-stop!”

Trey pushed his fingers deep into you, wiggling them as he lingered there. He kissed your neck, “Do you really want me to stop? Or are you just being shy like last night?” Trey slid his fingers out of you and began rubbing at your clit, “I really wanted the opportunity to be alone with you over at your dorm, but I suppose this works, too…”

You panted, the stimulation to your clit almost too overwhelming to speak, “I…I don’t… Ahh!”

Trey halted his stroking, smirking with satisfaction when he saw the disappointed look on your face at the loss of friction. He raised his fingers and sucked them clean before leaning over you, a smug look on his face, “If you really don’t want me, let me know, and I’ll stop…” He whispered into your ear, tickling it with his sultry tone, “But that’s not the case, is it (Y/N)? Don’t worry, I want you, too…” He chuckled, “If that wasn’t already obvious…” He ground his hips against you, his re-emerging erection rubbing against your inner thigh. His labored breathing was hot against your ear as he continued, “I know you’re feeling pretty shy right now, so you don’t even have to say anything.” He leaned back and stroked your face, his yellow eyes shining with lust as he stared you down, “All you have to do is nod. Do you want me to continue?”

You panted and shut your eyes, your stomach in knots for a moment as you considered what he was saying. Eventually you nodded, words finally breaking through your lips, “I want you Trey… I want you to fuck me.”

Your cheeks burned, slightly ashamed by what you had just said, but Trey was grinning slyly as he leaned in to press his lips to yours, “Thank god.”

He released your wrists and wrapped his arms around you as his tongue pushed into your mouth, moaning against your lips as he thrust his hips against you again, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, begging to be released. Trey moved his hands over you, a hitch in his breath as he reached up and squeezed your breasts, massaging the mounds of flesh as the passion in his kiss increased.

He broke from the kiss and rest his forehead against yours as he started unbuttoning your uniform shirt and vest, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now…” Your cheeks burned, biting your lip as Trey pulled open your shirt, massaging your breasts over your bra. Trey pulled off your shirt, reaching behind you to unhook your bra as well, “I can’t believe I finally get to see you like this…”

His eyes looked drunk as he removed your bra, staring at your exposed chest. He set your clothes to the side, leaning in to suck on your breasts, causing you to whine from the unexpected pleasure you got from having him just slide his tongue over your nipple. He quickly unbuttoned and threw off his shirt with one hand, massaging the breast he wasn’t sucking on with his other hand. Trey licked up your chest to your neck, gently biting at the skin with his teeth. You whined, every touch from his hands and mouth felt wild, it was warm and tingly and you just wanted him to envelope you. You laughed and sucked on your lower lip as you rubbed his soft green hair and stroked down his spine, “So, how often do you stare at my magicam while jacking off to me?”

Trey’s hands tightened around you, his body tensing slightly as he was caught off guard by the question. He leaned up and breathed into your ear, “At least once a day…” He laughed, a mixture of shame and excitement flowing through his warm body. “What about you?” He raised his head up to meet your eyes as he nibbled and pulled at your lower lip. “Do you ever touch yourself while thinking of me?” His eyes stared into yours.

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, you looked down, “Yeah…”

Trey smiled and held onto your face as he kissed you, “What do you think about?”

Your tongue felt too heavy to move, “What do you mean?”

The Vice Housewarden chuckled, leaning down to kiss and suck at your neck, “Here… I’ll give you some examples…” His fingers traced down your body, stroking your waist, which made you flinch as he tickled a sensitive spot, “Last night, in the library…” Trey stroked your thighs, squeezing them as he moved back down to kiss at your breasts, “I imagined taking you behind the bookcases, out of view of the librarian, and fucking you up against the shelves.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you let out a desperate whine. Trey smiled as he glanced up at you, his eyes heavy with want. He pushed your skirt up your waist and thrust his erection against your wet underwear, continuing his list of examples with a sly smile, “A few days ago, while I was making you pancakes…” He chuckled as he leaned back down to suck and lick at your breasts, “I imagined you were sitting on the counter, naked, dripping batter onto your chest as I licked it off of you…” You laughed at the imagery, Trey smiled at your amusement. He leaned back up and kissed your lips, slipping his warm, wet tongue into your mouth. He pulled away, his breath burning as he stared into your eyes through hooded lids, his glasses fogging up slightly, “And just now…” He smirked and gave you another quick kiss, looking deep into your eyes as he continued, “I thought about what I would have done to you if you had let me walk you home last night…”

Your body shook, the anticipation becoming too much to bear as you stammered out your next question, “A-and what would that have been?”

Trey smiled, scooching back away from you before grabbing onto your waist and pulling you towards him so that you were now laying fully on the ground, the upperclassman pushing your legs open, rubbing his clothed groin against yours. He moved his hands along your legs, having you wrap them around his waist as he leaned over you, biting his lip with a satisfied grin, “Why don’t I show you?” He eagerly fumbled with the front of his pants, withdrawing his cock and rubbing it a bit as he kissed you, his lips wet and sliding against yours as he briefly sucked on your tongue. He broke away and leaned up, pulling at your underwear and stretching it to the side, biting his lip as he stared at your wet cunt, “Fuck…” He released his erection and grabbed onto your thighs, pulling your legs up as he slid your wet underwear off of you. Trey then set your legs down as he rubbed his fingers along the folds of your cunt with one hand and jerked himself off with the other, “God… You’re so fucking wet for me…” He smirked, “I bet I could just…” He spread open your folds and poked at your entrance with the tip of his dick, “Slide right in…” He thrust his hips forward and quickly shoved himself into you.

The way he quickly thrust his cock inside you made you cry out from the sudden and unexpected pain, you squeezed his arms and leaned your head back, “Ah!”

Trey paused there for a moment, panting as he leaned his head down into your shoulder, “Sorry… Ahh… I couldn’t help myself…” He slid himself out slightly, trying hard not to just thrust back into you like he wanted. He bit his lip and moaned, “I’ll try to take it slowly…” He carefully pushed himself back inside you, spreading out the walls of your cunt with his cock.

You shut your eyes and writhed against him, “Oh fuck… Trey…”

The green haired man smiled and stroked your hair out of your face as he slowly withdrew and then pushed back into you, “Does that feel good?” He chuckled and reached down between the two of you, “I can make it feel even better…”

He started rubbing your clit as he continued thrusting into you, you gripped his arms and let out a loud moan, “Oh god! Please… Fuck!” You bit your bottom lip and started bucking your hips against him, “Keep going…”

Trey propped an arm up above your head to steady himself as he furiously rubbed at your clit, increasing the speed and force of his thrusting into you. His cock pushed at the back walls of your cunt, the sensation made your mind grow numb as you leaned your head back and desperately whined, never wanting this sensation to end. Trey grunted into your ear as his body rocked against yours, “Fuck… Your moaning sounds fucking amazing…”

He continued sliding his dick in and out, his skin slapping against yours, his fingers sliding over your clit and making your whole body feel unbearably hot. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in to press your lips to his, moaning as he slid his tongue over yours.

Trey pulled away, panting as he leaned up, pulling you up with him withdrawing his cock from you as he flipped you around. He then pressed you up against the back wall of his closet, pushing his hanging clothes to the side so he could get a better view of you from behind. Trey bit his lip as he looked down at your ass, massaging the cheeks before quickly slapping one of them.

Your cunt twitched longingly as you knelt there in front of him, gasping with relief as he finally slid his cock back into you, “Oh god!” Trey grabbed your waist, firmly pulling you against him as he fucked you. You sucked on your lip, your breast bouncing against the wall as you raised your arms up to rest your head on, losing yourself to the thrill and pleasure of the situation.

Trey reached around with one arm and gripped onto one of your breasts, sliding his other hand down to massage your clit as he rapidly slid himself in and out of you, his chest rubbing against your back. He kissed and sucked at the nape of your neck, a string of saliva following his lips as he leaned in and breathed deeply into your ear, “Ah… I’m ashamed to say… I don’t think I’m going to last much longer…”

You felt your abdomen start to twitch and you laughed, leaning your head back into his shoulder, “Me neither…”

He smiled into your neck, nibbling slightly at your skin, his breath hot and wet against you, “Fuck… I want to cum inside you…”

His rubbing at your clit quickened in pace, and your muscles started to tighten as the heat was becoming too much. You reached down and placed your hand over the hand of his that rubbed your clit, encouraging him to rub faster. “Oh, god… I want to cum with you Trey… I want you to cum with me as I cum…”

He leaned into you, pushing you more against the wall, gripping your breast painfully tight and furiously rubbing at you, thrusting erratically and breathing hoarsely into your ear. “Oh fuck, I’m… I’m gonna… Fuck!” His cock felt hot and swollen inside of you, his thrusting slowing as warm ejaculation spurted from his erection, coating your insides as he pushed himself in and out of you.

Meanwhile, you felt yourself start to convulse around his thick length, your cunt clenching and unclenching as you pushed yourself into each of his thrusts, trying to deepen the impact as you came around him. “Ahhh!” You moaned loudly, your whole body feeling like is was vibrating as each shockwave of your orgasm rippled through you. “Oh god, Trey—!” Trey quickly released your breast and put his hand over your mouth to muffle the sound of your euphoric cries, which were surely heard from the next room.

You whined weakly against his hand as you raised your hips up and down against Trey’s cock, the last of your orgasm starting to ripple away. Trey panted into the back of your head, his own thrusting weakening in strength as his cum dripped out of you and his cock started to soften. You slumped against the wall, suddenly losing any energy you had previously, propping yourself up with your arms above your head. Trey slid himself out of you, rubbing at your thighs as he kissed the back of your neck. “Holy shit…” He chuckled, his hand sliding down from your mouth to take hold of your chin, turning your head back to look him in the eyes as he rest his head on your shoulder. His expression was satisfied and sleepy as he lazily looked at you, “Did that feel good, love?”

You smiled and turned to fully face him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him on the lips, “That felt fucking amazing.”

He bit at your lip as you pulled away, slowly looking up into your eyes, “Damn… I still feel like I’m dreaming…” He stroked your hair back and leaned over you, “Are you really here right now?”

You laughed, sitting down and pulling him in to straddle your lap, “I’m right here, handsome.” You reached over and squeezed his butt.

Trey pressed his head to your shoulder and chuckled, “Damn, someone got a lot more confident…”

You stroked his face and kissed him, relishing in the tender moment when suddnely there was a faint crashing sound from downstairs. Trey jolted upward, staring in the direction of the sound, his eyes wide with panic, “Well… That can’t be good.”

Following the crashing sound came the loud slamming of the dorm’s front doors. You could tell instantly who was slamming those doors. You met Trey’s eyes, “Oh no.”

Riddle’s shouting, though two floors below, shook through the whole dorm, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!?”

Trey immediately stood up, tucking his limp cock back into his pants, “Fuck!”

Riddle’s rampage continued, “OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!”

“Shit, shit, shit!” Trey urgently grabbed his shirt and threw it on, pausing for a second to turn back and look at you.

You chuckled at him, “Go on ahead, you need to do damage control. I’ll be close behind you.” You winked, picking your underwear and skirt up off the ground.

Trey smiled wide at you as he walked backwards towards the door, buttoning up his shirt, “You’re amazing…”

You smirked, “I know, now go!” Trey quickly sprayed himself with cologne to mask the scent of the dirty deed he just committed and ran out the door.

You finished getting dressed, trying to straighten out your clothes as much as you could to get rid of the wrinkles as you finally left Trey’s room, making your way downstairs to see what all the commotion was about.

Riddle’s screaming shook the hallway as you walked towards the main common room, “You’re going to have to explain to me again why you thought a whole person could fit inside this priceless vase, you IDIOTS!”

Grim was kneeling on the ground beside Ace and Deuce, all three of them had the infamous heart shaped collars around their necks. Grim stammered, eyes wide with panic, “W-we couldn’t find her anywhere! We were getting desperate!”

Riddle’s face was bright red, “Why the hell were you playing hide and seek in the first place!? What are you, toddlers!?”

Trey placed his hand on Riddle’s shoulder, “Relax Riddle, they were just blowing off some steam.”

Riddle smacked Trey’s hand away, “Blowing off steam!? THEY BROKE A PRICELESS ARTIFACT!”

You saw now that there was a large antique vase shattered all over the floor beside the three kneeling boys. Ace saw you peeking through the hallway past the other Heartslabyul onlookers. “Where the heck were you! We looked everywhere for you! EVERYWHERE!”

Everyone in the room turned to look in your direction, as though a spotlight were now on you. Riddle glared at you, gripping his magic pen as he walked over to you, “These idiots broke the vase searching for you, so you’re partially to blame!” He pointed his pen at you, “Explain yourself! Where on earth were you hiding?!”

Trey carefully placed his hand on Riddle’s, lowering his pen down, “She was with me, Riddle.”

Deuce cocked his head with confusion, “B-but we asked you if you had seen her! Why didn’t you tell us she was with you?”

You looked back and forth between Riddle and Ace and Deuce and Grim, Trey himself unable to think of a good response. You took a deep breath in, “I-I realized quickly that playing hide and seek in the dorm was a bad idea, so I went looking for you guys to tell you we should stop the game, b-but… But I couldn’t find you… Then I ran into Trey, who told me that I had just missed you guys.”

Trey scratched his neck then gestured at you, “Yeah, then (Y/N) asked me some questions about Professor Trein’s test today, which I helped her study for last night, and we got to talking about the lesson material and just lost track of time.” He met the confused eyes of the boys around him, he blushed, “I’ve been helping (Y/N) with History of Magic, since she’s not from here…”

You sighed with relief then looked up at Deuce, Ace, and Grim with a guilty look in your eyes, “I’m sorry I didn’t try to find you guys sooner. It’s my fault you ended up like this…”

Riddle carefully considered your words, “Well, be it as it may, you were still putting effort into your academic success, that is not something worthy of punishment…” He turned back to the three boys, “You three, however, were not only goofing around during the time when you should have been studying, you broke a priceless vase from the Rose Queen’s era! Something you could not even hope to ever pay back with money!”

Grim pulled at the collar on his neck, “B-but how do we get these off!?”

Riddle crossed his arms, “Well… To start, you’ll sweep up the mess you made." He snapped his fingers and brooms and dustpans appeared in the hands of each of the three boys. Riddle continued, “Then, you’ll polish each of the vases in the dorm until they are sparkling… And for the rest of the month, every single night, the moment you finish with your homework, you will spend the rest of the evening until bedtime cleaning, sweeping, dusting, and mopping, until the dorm is spotless.”

The three boys stared at Riddle with horror in their eyes, “A whole month!”

Riddle kicked a shard of ceramic towards the boys, “Be careful not to break another vase or precious artifact while cleaning, each additional item you break doubles your sentence. Do you understand?”

Grim looked at you a pleaded, “(Y/N)! Please! You gotta say something! Don’t just stand there!”

Trey stood in front of you as if to protect you, “You’re the ones who broke the vase. Given that there’s no way to replace or fix it, I’d say one month of cleaning is actually a light punishment.”

Riddle smirked, “You’re right, Vice Housewarden.” The red head knelt down in front of the cat creature, “Do you have any more objections? Or should I go ahead and add another month to your punishment?”

Ace whined, “Can’t we just fix it with magi—!?”

Deuce put his hand over Ace’s mouth, “We accept the punishment, Housewarden Rosehearts!” He got up and immediately started sweeping up pieces of vase. The other two groaned and followed suit giving you quick, pleading glances as if there were anything you could do to free them from their fate.

Trey pulled out his phone and looked at the time, “It’s getting late…” He gently placed his hand on your back, “I’ll go ahead and walk (Y/N) home, I still need to go over some of her homework assignments with her.”

Riddle nodded, “How very diligent of you.” The red head gave you a slight bow, “You have a good rest of your evening, Ms. (Y/L/N).”

“Oh, thank you…” You followed as Trey led you through the dispersing crowd of onlookers to the main entrance. The two of you walked out into the cool breeze of the evening, not saying anything to each other for a bit.

Trey looked behind him, and when he was certain there was no one around to see, he put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. He leaned in close and smiled into your ear, “So…” He spoke with a sultry tone, “Shall we resume our ‘study session’ at your place?”

[syrupspinner]

steam next fest 3 the finale maybe

i have recently become much less confident that nextfest is all one word, also

yeah, its missing some pizzaz, like music and sfx work, but the devs are pretty open about it being early so ill look past it. the gimmick itsself is fun! its simple and straightforward in a good way, and i like how it iterates on runs. the good items taking up more physical space and getting burried in your deck is a really good expression of balance. good little roguelike! wishlisted and played for way longer than i thought i would

straight up couldnt get this one to work. no buttons or keys do shit. i unplugged my controller, relaunched it, a bunch of stuff, still stuck on the first screen. shame, i was really looking forward to giving it a shot

this is a good demo! it does a good job at presenting the game and letting you know what its all about. i got the basics really solidly, and i see how the additional environments would iterate on the core gameplay loop. i dont think this ones for me, it seems a bit too sandboxy and score-based for me, but i recognize that this is a well made game and i think itll be really enjoyable for its target audience. check it out if you like simulator/management things, or if you want to try the genre out!

okay, just finished the tutorial, and im kinda split. first, the action feels great and the movement it stellar but yeesh this controller binding is messing me up. it only feels comfortable for me to keep one finder on the front of the controller, and i switch between the bumpers and the triggers with just my index. literally the only games that arent comparable with this approach, by expecting you to use bumpers AND triggers simultaneously, is this and hotline miami 2. the worst part is, i only figured out how weird this feels by the second-to-last tutorial, so i gotta redo all of it with kbm. after that, the game felt a lot more reasonable to get my fingers around (i probably wouldve switched spacebar and shift if i played longer), and i can confirm that the controller layout is my only obstacle to this kick-ass game. i will say that i wasnt expecting it to be a survival game? i thought itd be kind of a roguelike progression-through-a-dungeon thing, but its more about staying in a small space and defending. i already had this one wishlisted, and im glad i know what to expect now, this seems like itll be an interesting "kill 20 minutes before bed" game (in a good way! i love those)

right away, this feels like its to scotland what kisima innitchuna is to alaskan first nations. only its all stop motion and the entire ost sounds like a simon & garfunkle open house. maybe this comparison is stupid, the point is that this is awesome and you need to play it now. it may look like you get what the games about when you look at it, but it feels different to control. i dunno how to explain it, the artstyle makes the controls feel... different in a neutral way? please just try it, words fail me. this may very well be a once-in-a-lifetime game

game froze midway through the opening. man, bad luck today. it gotr working in the end, and MAN does this make me feel like a game reviewer. the game isnt hard per se, i can beat all the levels pretty easily, but the game asks you to be pretty damn talented if you want those a ranks. replay the level, route the best way to kill everyone as efficiently as possible. by the end youre gonna feel like harding. i feel like the full games gonna be a bit to tough for my blood, but im gonna have a stellar time watching the action from the sidelines. catch this at GDQ 2026

yeah i uh. went back to play more. damn this is more fun than i thought itd be, this is a good ass roguelike

before you read on, let it be known that this is objectively one of the best made and well put-together games ive tried this entire festival and all of my gripes with it are from personal preference. trying this game has led me to understand what people enjoy about punch-out (its clear inspiration) better than any 15 minute video essay could: its a puzzle game that relies on twitch reflexes and trial-and-error. its your job as a player to be attentive to the bosses's minute difference of animation to tell you exactly how to dodge and exactly when to strike. thats a great game! i feel genuinely remiss that i dont like trial and error and split-second weaknesses, or else i wouldve enjoyed this game way more. if youre on the fence about it, please give it an honesty try, this game knows exactly what to be and how to be it. the animation is great, both from the perspective of telegraphing attacks and just looking fantastic, the games vibe and personality is choice, and the gameplay itself is tight as hell. please just give it a shot

i guess thats the beauty of a demo, huh? it lets you figure out if youre gonna like a game before you commit to it. i hope if you take anything away from this 3-part... idk what youd call it, i kinda just gave my opinion about shit. look, im trying to tell you to try these games out yourself, hopefully this helped you figure out what is and isnt worth trying according to your own personal taste. and if youre not sure, give it a try anyway. demos are free, yknow

[godblessthisfuckingfandom]

so I’ve been having a pretty shitty month, my mental health is the worst it’s been in years, and every time I started to feel better it only lasted for a few hours at a time. I ended up trying to preserve my mental state like some sort of glass thing that was incredibly fragile. I don’t know exactly what I’ve got, and I knew I should research it and figure out how to help myself, but I honestly just felt so down and so worthless that I didn’t even try. So, I love SPG right, and I’ve heard Malfunction before, but when I tell you watching that music video today I understood it EXACTLY like never before and omfg even if it doesn’t last long for right now just knowing that I’m not the only one who has problems has helps me so much. Im even gonna start researching things to help myself today, which is insane cuz I didn’t feel like I could do anything at all for the past literally three weeks, which may be nothing to other people with a mental illness, but this is the worst it’s ever been before for me. So all that to say, even if you don’t like weird steampunk bands, please check out Malfunction by Steam Powered Giraffe. It’s awesome. And thanks SPG for being the fucking awesome band you’ve always been. 💜

[nijigasakilove]

After that angsty week of Yuri seasonals this is the type of mood reset we needed from the girls 😭 Yasumi getting a pep talk and regaining her confidence, Karaoke, the Christmas date and the much improved performance at the end! Awesome episode

Kagasaki came in clutch with helping Yasumi get her mind right, but I still think all this blame goes on the production staff for rushing thru the casting and recording process and then not helping Yasumi really get into the role. Like ofc you’re gonna have “retake hell” if you give the script to someone the day before..

That aside, like I said last week Shirayuri is the ideal role for Yasumi and she should be able to summon her and really get into the character which she did!

The karaoke trip was a great opportunity to blow off steam for the girls and wow Yasumi really ate that performance of the OP up. I know the mega fan stalker dude was happy af to be around his oshi. Long as he keeps it wholesome and doesn’t do anything to them I’m fine with him fangirling out lol.

Yuhi is such a big tsundere, the Christmas gift scene was so cute and it was actually something that could really help Yasumi. Seeing similar Kamishiro anime would def give insight into how to perform! Her little bashful face was so sweet.

And way to end the episode with a bang. Yasumi looked like a totally different person today when performing. Killed her perfomance! Even the vets looked shocked lol. The production staff really owe her an apology but whatever.

Great episode

[pico-digital-studios]

1NT0, 4CR055 4ND B3Y0ND: ???

Shared over on Newgrounds too!

??? 1: How long is it gonna take to get this side of the internet back in order?

??? 2: I've almost got it, Tails. And...

The display came on.

Into, Across and Beyond!: Q&A Intro

Nine: ...there we go!

OMT!Tails: Phew! After what happened last night, I thought we were never gonna get this fixed.

BK!Amy: Man. I knew I shouldn't have taken out that phone line earlier. Who knew it linked to this internet server?

OMT!Tails: Definitely something we're keeping in mind next time.

(Yeah, this did happen to me in real life the night before I made this post.)

CR!Sonia peeped up at the camera.

CR!Sonia: Are we on TV?

OMT!Tails: Heh, kinda.

CR!Manik: Awesome!

Nitro: Excellent! Seems like everything's good to go!

OMT!Tails: Well, everyone, welcome to the official Q&A for our endeavours! This is where we'd like to allow you guys out there to ask us anything you want! Like, our favourite foods, our hopes and dreams... etc.!

Nine: I've heard of these. So they ask and we answer?

OMT!Tails: Yep!

Nitro: The others haven't gotten here yet, so it's just us here to introduce the Q&A.

Nine: By the way... How did you two manage to get here before your dad?

CR!Sonia: Oh! We...

CR!Manik: Dad let us go on ahead to here in advance so we could get ready and stuff.

BK!Amy: Fine with us!

OMT!Tails: Well, before we get started, let's go through the rules of this Q&A. You can look at the post below for a fairly-quick summary, alongside anything we've already answered!

OMT!Tails: If you wanna direct a question to us, just do so with the hashtag "#ask the blur gang", and you may get a response right from any one of us!

Nitro: We also linked a few of our pals over to partake in this Q&A whenever they get the chance. If you wanna ask them anything, just do it with "#ask the heroes' friends".

BK!Amy: Of course, some of the rogues wanted a part in this too, so they've got "#ask the villains" if you wanna ask them about anything.

CR!Sonia: Likewise, the Quill Society wanted to give their two-cents into the Q&A, depending on their attendance, so if you want to drop them anything, use "#ask the quill society".

Nitro: Oh, yeah! Should you wish to ask Benjamin or any of his friends about their stuff, just use "#ask the funkin' crew"! We've linked our character chart just below in case you need it.

CR!Manik: No worries if you forget the tags, though do let us know who you're asking. ^^

BK!Amy: We just ask that you please aim to keep the questions PG-13. There's only so much we can comfortably answer.

Nine: And just remember that the answers will only relate to us as variants of our original counterparts, not them in the original TV series', comics, games, and so forth.

OMT!Tails: There's no time limit to this, so you're welcome to send them whenever you can! Of course, there's no guarantee we'll be able to pick and choose every question available. ^^;

CR!Sonia: You're welcome to share about it on socials if you wish to to get this more attention, too!

OMT!Tails: Heh, yeah.

Mr. Needlemouse: Yeah! Keep it PG-13!! (whispering) Quick, while they're not here, email me some of the most vile and unjust questions known to mankind and I'll gladly- UH OH!

BK!Amy: Okay, you! Get over here!

She chased Mr. NM off-screen.

Mr. NM: YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE~!

OMT!Tails: While they, er, let off some steam, let's get started! Be sure to also bring up who you're asking the question to as well. And in addition, you guys can submit up to 3 questions each for us to answer! Until the first question any of our factions receive, see you guys soon!

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Day 11 - fever

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word count: 803

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note: SORRY I'M LATE I WASSSS UUGGGGGGGGHHH UM OK HERE'S THE FIC

102 F = 38.9 C

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Katsuki wakes in a damp bed.

At first thought, he assumes he had a nightmare and got the bed soggy with sweat. Upon further investigation, he realizes that the sweat isn’t his, but the shivering lump next to him.

It’s odd, considering that Shouto hardly ever sweats enough to be noticeable, his quirk effectively preventing such things. Juxtaposed with Katsuki who leaks out of every orifice like it’s his job. (It is.)

“Icyhot, you good?” He nudges the man, cringing when a phlegm-filled wheeze fills the air.

Ah, shit.

Katsuki sighs, rolling out of bed and tugging on his discarded pajama pants. He must’ve tossed them off sometime in the night when Shouto became a living furnace. He should check his temperature.

At least they’re not both sick; if Shouto’s as insufferable as he was in second year when he had a singular ear infection, Katsuki can’t imagine taking care of that on top of himself.

He pads into their kitchen, scoffing at the bowl of soup Shouto had given up on eating at some

point yesterday. He really should’ve seen this coming.

He grabs some supplies, including their thermometer, and returns to the bedroom.

“Shouto, wake up.” He tosses his pile on the bed, crawling on the duvet and flicking Shouto’s hip. 

His boyfriend groans, sniffling before reaching up to scrub at his sleep-filled eyes.

“No work, ‘Suki.” He grumbles, digging his nose into the snot-covered pillow below him.

Katsuki winces, “Hey, sit up. Neither of us are going in today but we’re gonna get you in the shower so I can clean the sheets.

Shouto whines, pulling himself up with Katsuki’s help. “Feel shitty.”

Katsuki sticks the thermometer in his ear, pressing the on button, “Yeah, I know.”

He pulls it out when it beeps. 

102 it reads.

He frowns, pressing his hand to Shouto’s head.

“Yeah, we’re taking that shower, bud.”

They make their way to the bathroom- well, Katsuki makes his way and Shouto stumbles blindly behind him.

He steps beside his boyfriend, leaning him on the counter so he can go turn the shower on. It’s not too cold, but hopefully enough to help the fever. 

He shakes his hand off, turning to help Shouto strip his clothes. His sweat-soaked shirt goes straight to the hamper, along with his boxers. He shivers in the cool blow of their bathroom fan, and Katsuki kisses his head in an apology. 

He mumbles a brief ‘be right back’ and leaves Shouto to get settled under the water. He makes quick work of starting the laundry, tossing everything he can think of into the washer, including his own clothes.

When he returns, Shouto has sunk to the shower floor, knees spread apart and head hung as he allows the water to run down his back.

Katsuki opens the door to sit with him, grabbing a towel and draping it over Shouto’s back, letting the water saturate it. He throws a washcloth on his soaked hair for good measure. Grunting, he lowers himself to sit across from the man, feet on either side of his knees. 

“You alright?” He asks, leaning over Shouto’s head to turn the water slightly warmer. If he’s gonna sit in here for fuck knows how long, he’s gonna be comfortable.

Shouto shrugs weakly, watery snot dripping from his nose as light steam begins to form around them. 

“Want me to make you some soup later?” He offers, rubbing his hands up and down Shouto’s thighs, watching the soft hairs there follow the path of his palms. 

Shouto mumbles something incomprehensible.

“Hm?” Katsuki prompts, leaning forward, “Gonna have to speak up, lazy.”

“‘Oba?” Shouto says louder, leaning the rest of the way until the top of his head collides with Katsuki’s collarbone.

The blond huffs, “I don’t know what else I expected. Yeah Shouto, I’ll make you soba.”

“Awesome…” Shouto’s voice is slow and syrupy, and he’s almost definitely half asleep right now.

“You wanna wash or just sit?” He asks, taking Shouto’s face in his hands, and rubbing the peaks of his cheekbones with his thumbs. He clears a few stray strands of hair out of the way, letting the hiss of the shower fill the silence as he waits for Shouto to process his question.

Sho shakes his head, leaning into Katsuki’s left palm, silently requesting more pets, like a damn cat. “Hold me, please. It’s cold.” He punctuates the statement with a pitiful shiver, to which Katsuki rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, you big lug.” He smiles, pulling Shouto into his lap, allowing the taller man to rest on his chest as he leans against the tile wall.

He can already feel his ass starting to fall asleep, but no way in hell is he moving. Not until the fever breaks.

Or maybe a little longer.